Hello All! Well, i thought seeing as my story 'hopes eternal flame' is no where near finished because the computer i use is totally in need of fixing for ages i thought that i'd have a go at my first onefic and also first romance fic. I hope it's really good and any opinions and help would be appreciated! and i mean help because i know this isn't my best writing! Thanks everyone and enjoy!
Christmas Ball
Hermione sighed. She was bored already. Christmas parties at Hogwarts were never exciting. She had accepted Ron's invitation but now they were just sat at a table near the dance floor watching different couples move across the floor. Ginny had managed to drag Harry onto the floor and was slowly dancing with him. Harry's cheeks were red and she could see him quietly saying 'sorry' every time he stood on Ginny's feet. Ginny was beaming.
Hermione grinned. She knew Harry and Ginny were made for each other. Ginny thought that Ron and Hermione were supposed to be together, but Hermione disagreed. She and Ron were two totally different people. He was into Quidditch and she was into her books. He had a large family and she had a small one. Also, they almost never got along.
No Hermione knew that she needed someone who grasped her attention as good as an interesting book.
She turned towards Ron. "Are we going to dance then?" she asked hopefully.
He sighed.
"Nope." He said, staring straight in front of him. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Then why did you ask me to come with you then?" she asked, he looked at her.
"Because I thought we'd have a good time," he explained. Hermione stood.
"Well take a good look Ronald! I'm not having a good time!" she exclaimed, walking towards the drinks table.
Grabbing a small glass of punch she swirled it around. Sighing again she downed the punch in one and winced as it burned the back of her throat. Grabbing another glass she smelt the red liquid and her eyes widened. Firewhiskey!
She glared at Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas who were dancing around like a couple of drunks. But, she guessed, they were drunk and they had spiked the punch. Sighing again she walked from the hall and out into the grounds. Snow layered the ground and crunched under her feet as she walked away from the music and laughter. Walking past the greenhouses she sat on a Hill overlooking the lake.
She thought about her relationship with Ron. He wouldn't talk about it the day after and he would just forget about it and act as though nothing had happened. She shook her head. Nothing would happen though. No matter how much he tried, no matter how much anyone else tried nothing would ever happen. She didn't feel that way about Ron.
While she was sat thinking she never noticed that figure in black that was stood behind her.
"Good evening Miss Granger." A silky voice said, making her jump. She twisted around and stared at the Potions Master Severus Snape.
"Professor Snape! You frightened me!" she exclaimed, clapping a hand on her chest. He smirked.
"I assure you Miss Granger, it was unintentional," he explained "What, may I ask, are you out here whilst the ball is inside?" he asked. Hermione shrugged.
"No reason. I didn't really want to be involved," she said, "That and someone has spiked the punch," she mumbled. He frowned.
"Who?" he asked.
"Dunno." She said, looking at the small snowflakes falling around them. Looking back up at the professor she frowned "Why aren't you at the ball sir?" she asked.
"Not that it is any of your business Miss Granger, but I have things better to do then watch randy teenagers divulge themselves in their sexual natures," He said, she giggled.
"That does happen a lot. Not me though," she said, smiling sadly.
"Why ever not Miss Granger? Didn't you go with Mr Weasley?" he asked. She laughed.
"Me and Ron Sir? Not even if I danced naked in front of him with a sign saying 'eat me' around my neck would he notice!" She exclaimed. He chuckled.
"I think you are right Miss Granger," he said.
"Hermione."
"Excuse me?" he asked, she smiled.
"My name is Hermione Sir, I would like you to call me as such," she told him. H raised an eyebrow.
"And why should I call you by your first name?" he asked.
"Because I think you earned that right when you saved my life in the final battle. You have worked the hardest in the war and you had the most dangerous job. So, I would like you to call me Hermione," she explained. He thought for a moment then nodded.
"Then I give you permission to call me…Severus," she nodded.
"Severus," she said, feeling it roll of her tongue like silk. She smiled. "Why don't you sit down." She said. He glanced at the space next to her and slowly sat.
For a moment he looked uncomfortable but he soon began to relax a little.
They began to talk about what they would do now the war was over, and then they moved onto what job Hermione was planning to do after Hogwarts was over.
Soon the music began to quieten and Severus looked back to the castle.
"I think the ball is beginning to end," he said, a small feeling of sadness erupted in his stomach. He had begun to enjoy Hermione's company.
Hermione felt the same way as they stood and began to make their way back towards the castle. As they reached the steps Hermione turned to Severus and smiled.
"Thank you for keeping me company," she said.
He nodded and was about to turn until she grabbed his hand and pulled him to face her. Standing on her tiptoes she kissed him on the cheek. Pulling away she blushed and whispered "Happy Christmas Severus," and then walked up the steps.
Severus stood there, with a hand on the spot where her lips had brushed against his cheek making his skin burn.
In the dim light of the castle, yet no one could see, a mostly cold hearted man smiled for the first time in years and turned towards the dungeon corridor.