"Detention, Miss Granger." He snarled, teeth bared. Robes whipped around his legs as he retreated to his desk. His best student had just blown up her cauldron due to lack of attention on the matter. She was ogling him and he knew it. He sighed as he sat back down at his desk, another schoolgirl crush. He rubbed his temples, they were the bane of his existence he was sure of it. Every couple of months he would notice a girl with that look. The dreamy look they got in their eyes as they looked at him, it made him shudder.
Gently, she knocked on his classroom door, it opened she stepped through the threshold.
"In your seat, Granger." He barked. She did as she was told. He sat on the edge of her desk, looking at her.
"Tell me, Miss Granger, what it is that caused you to slip up in class today." His tone was impassive.
"Nothing." She bit out a little too hastily at him; a heat crept into her cheeks.
He sighed deeply rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. How he hated to deal with infatuated teenagers.
"Miss Granger, I have noticed perhaps you may be taking a..." He paused for a moment; she had that damn dreamy look on her face again. He cleared his throat, bringing her out of her reverie and back into the conversation.
"I have noticed perhaps you may be taking a liking to me." He swallowed hard. Why was it up to him to straighten out the hormone-ridden teenagers?
She nodded keenly, she would not deny it and if he wanted to address the matter now, she would not stop him.
"Miss Granger. Not only would it be illegal for me to engage in an affair with a student of your age you are much too young. Whilst you are smarter and mature beyond your years..." He trailed off, the look of hurt in her eyes was too much for him.
"Look, Miss Granger, if you still feel the same about me when you are Twenty years old come back to me and let it be noted, I bet my vault at Gringott's you will grow out of your infatuation for me." His words were stern but kind.
"But I love you, Severus Snape." Hope reignited within her eyes.
"You know nothing of love. Twenty years old Miss Granger and I will not discuss it a minute more with you, now out." The last two words were snarled.
"I will be back." Her tone was even as she left.
He held his head in his hands. Hermione Granger was going to be the death of him, he was sure.
…...
She knocked on his door, baited breath, waiting. He answered. She looked at him and him to her, hearts racing he stepped back and allowed her into his chamber; quietly he closed the door behind them.
She looked beautiful; he had always thought that of her but now even more so. "I am here-" She was cut off.
"I know, Miss Granger why you are here. I told you to come back when you obtained the age of Twenty-years-old."
She nodded stiffly, looking him up and down, not a thing had changed about the man. "To be honest, Miss Granger. I did not expect you to come back."
She just gave a small curt nod. "With all due respect, I am a person of my word."
"And why Miss Granger have you come back?" A bit of a stupid question he knew why she was here.
"I love you." Words were simply spoken, averting her gaze to the ground.
"And what Miss Granger is it you love about me?" His tone was flat and to the point.
She swallowed hard, "I love the way you talk, the way you walk. I love your dark sense of humor. I love the way you command respect where ever you go." Her words were soft and unsure.
He gave a small chuckle. "Miss Granger, you love those attributes about me, you do not know me. You cannot love someone you don't know."
"I do know you." She tried to assure him.
He smirked. "I assure you, there is nothing to love."
He placed a hand on each of her cheeks, black eyes met with obsidian eyes for a brief moment before she pulled her gaze from his.
"Pray tell me, Miss Granger, if you love me how come you cannot meet your gaze with mine?"
"I am intimidated by you. And that is what I love about you." Her words were meekly spoken as she pulled from him.
"Go Miss Granger and come back when you are Twenty-one, I do not feel you and me would be wise at the moment."
He turned his back to her, angrily she left his chambers slamming the door behind her.
At Twenty-one years old Hermione found herself back in his chambers. She took a deep steady breath and rapt her knuckles against his door. He opened the door, not at all surprised to see her. Once again he stepped back and allowed her in.
"Back again Miss Granger?" He asked, mused.
She could only nod while keeping her gaze on the cobblestone floor. A lump caught in her throat, her mouth dry as dirt.
"I love you." She was straight to the point. He smirked and asked her again. "And what Miss Granger is it you love about me?."
"I love the mystery behind you. I love that people respect you. I love the way you billow your robes."
He allowed a small smile to pass his lips, only briefly, it was gone before she had a chance to notice.
"Once again Miss Granger, those are only attributes about me that you love."
She shrugged, "At least it is something?" She questioned.
"It is something, Miss Granger, but perhaps not enough." He shrugged.
"You think you love me Miss Granger but you know nothing of me."
"I know a lot about you, Severus Snape." She spat, now irate at the man's irrational game he was playing.
"I know your name is Severus Tobias Snape. Your middle name was that of your father's name.
You killed Albus Dumbledore under his own orders. You were a death eater. You were the youngest wizard to ever obtain the status of Potions Master. And you were awarded the first class of Merlin for your service within the war. " A flash of anger passed her eyes as his face remained impassive.
"Anyone and everyone knows that about me, Miss Granger. It is hardly hush-hush."
He placed a hand on each one of her cheeks, her obsidian eyes looked to his black ones; once again she tore her gaze from his. Leaning down and pressing a firm kiss to her lips he pulled back. "Hermione Granger, while your intentions are clear I do not think now is the right time. You're still intimidated by me. Come back when you have obtained the age of Twenty-Two." He let her go, watching her storm from his chambers.
At Twenty-Two years of age Hermione Granger stormed down to his chambers, she threw open his chamber door to find him leaning against the back of his lounge, waiting for her. "Nice of you to knock." He raised a single brow looking at the woman who could easily be mistaken for the she-devil.
"You Severus Snape, enough with your games." She stomped her foot and huffed loudly, showing him her displeasure.
"Tell me, Miss Granger, why are you here?"
"I am here because I love you." She snapped if looks could kill he would be dead right now.
"And tell me, Miss Granger." He leant back a touch more looking at his fingernails. "What is it that you love about me?"
"I love the fact you are you. " She snarled out, tired of his games, she had opened herself up only to be shut down, today was not going to be the same.
He nodded his head, placing a hand on either one of her cheeks again his harsh black eyes softened as they looked down into her warm brown eyes. She did not avert her gaze; instead, she held it, threatening him with her eyes. It was he this time who averted his gaze.
She was no longer scared of him, he no longer intimidated her, and he was just a man whom she was equal with. Intimidation went. His plan had worked and she would now look to him as equal to her instead of the pedestal she had placed him upon.
He placed a zealous kiss upon her lips. Once he broke it moments later he looked back into her eyes.
"You Hermione Granger are going to be the death of me, and I love you." Her expression softened instantly at his words, her heart skipping a beat.
"And you, Severus Snape owe me all that is held within your vault at Gringott's." She smirked.
"Witch, do not press your luck." He took her hand within his and led her through to his bedroom.
A/N: Just something I come up with and thought I would jot it down before it passed. Hope you all enjoy it.
Shocking Punctuation and spelling fixed up in 0ct 2012
Even more terrible punctuation and spelling fixed up April 2018
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