Hello Everyone! So sorry for the long delay but some things got in the way.
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Disclamer: All credit goes to JKR.
Current day…
Her illuminating smile was too unavoidable, as she gazed at him. His dark leer spoke of the things he wanted to do to her. The fire in his eyes made it too obvious that he had fully undressed her visually, as he felt an overwhelming urge to fuck her. He crossed his arms and slightly pivoted as to shake her greeting away, "Professor Snape! How ecstatic I am to see you again." He inspected her entire being purposefully. "Ms. Granger. Hasn't anyone taught you, it's not polite to confine a man's personal space? Especially, a man as unpredictable as me."
She took one step back and said coyly, "Is this...good enough - for you, Professor?" His temperature was at its peak as he stood there. You need to get away from me, now! He furrowed his brows as he could clearly see what her intentions were. "Humph" If she thinks she can lure me into her trap, she can think again.
Quickly, his wife came over to them, dusting her hands off. "Well that's finished." She glances at them both, and both look to her. She pats Severus on the back and his body motions forward as he coughs, "Isn't she the cutest thing Sevy?" Hermione arched a brow, trying to read Severus response. He cleared his throat silently, she's definitely sexier than you, he thought. Rexa turned to him, "she reminds me of myself when I was younger." Yeah, right. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes, ignoring the woman. His lips curled in amusement.
Both women scanned each other in less than 5 seconds, and Rexa immediately spoke "oh Hermione, I love your shoes! They bring out your complexion." Hermione took at a glance and her feet and smiled. "Thank you! And I love your exotic looking hair; it's precisely fit with your personality." Perhaps what she really meant is that her hair looked like swamp weeds from a safari. Snape scratched his head in confusion as both women complemented each other's appearance. What is the meaning of this? Why are they getting along so well? He observed Hermione's hand gestures; it had seemed to impose sarcasm. She flipped her hair and placed her hand on her waist, while his wife continuously pointed at her. This…this must be some kind of girl code. How pathetic, and childish. Just tell her you don't like her.
He instantly became annoyed and scowled, "Are the two of you done fooling around with each other?" Hermione cleared her throat, "I should be heading back inside, Harry will be home soon."
Severus sneered with a bit of surprise, "Harry Potter." Really? What can you possibly find in him? "What ever happened with Ron, the two of you seemed to endear one another. Hermione looked away deep in thought and somewhat unpleased with the question. "Nothing happened," she muttered. It does not seem like nothing. I could see it in your eyes.
"Not that I care anyway. Well, goodbye Ms. Gran-" She interrupted and blinked rapidly while glancing up at him. She smiled, "please. Call me Hermione, I'm no longer your student." He shrugged because he really didn't care. He still saw her as his student. Her behavior was overly bubbly and coy, therefore he still saw the same girl from years ago. The only difference was that she has physically matured. He tried not to think about it, since his wife was there. He didn't need her pestering about their new neighbor.
Back inside, Severus went up the stairs and strolled into his private room. He enjoyed this room as a place for ostracizing himself from the outside and away from his beloved wife. He enjoyed his time alone and lay carelessly on the bed with his hands crossed, where he could venture into his thoughts and what he found most pleasant. One of those things seemingly kept coming back was…her. He remembered all those awkward encounters during class and how she would pass those innocently shy glances at him. How she would occasionally drop a book in front of him that he may be interested in, along with that smile which would soften the intimidating features on his face. Beautiful eyes would radiate with the intensity of a hundred suns and would melt away the iciest heart. He didn't realize it as much at the time. He simply pushed the matter back and thought nothing of it. But now, was different, there was something so intriguing about her. So different and for a quick second as he looked at the ceiling he smiled to himself and said softly, "Hermione". He shut his eyes and before he drifted to sleep, he felt a warm unfamiliar feeling in his chest. Memories that arouse deep underlying mysteries of one's, self.
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