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Hermione lay lazily on her sofa in her silk teddy, smirking as she thought over the events of the past few days. She would have loved to be a fly on the wall when Severus discovered his hair colour alteration.
Snape one, Granger one… I wonder who will be the winner at the end of the match. She thought while idly twirling a curl around her finger as she thought of the handsome Potions Master.
A knock at the door quickly snapped her out of her musings.
"Um, one second!" She called out as she rose from the sofa, sorting her house coat over her silk gown so she looked like a respectable professor rather than a wanton minx.
She swung the door open with a smile but that soon faded into a nervous grimace as she spotted the dour looking man of her thoughts standing in her doorway.
"Good evening, Granger." He growled.
She ignored the moistening in between her legs and tilted her chin up in confidence, "Good evening, Snape. To what do I owe this visit?"
He rolled his eyes and walked passed her, into the room where he sat himself down in a rather comfortable looking wing- backed chair.
"Please… do come in and take a seat." She added sarcastically.
"Sarcasm does not suit you. Now, I want this abomination gone." His face was expressionless though his eyes twinkled slightly as he looked at her.
That man could be such a heartbreaker if he would only show some emotion in his face. She thought, resisting the urge to straddle him to see if his face would change.
"And what abomination would you be speaking about, Severus?" She asked as she sat on the sofa next to his chair, fighting a smirk.
"You bloody well know which abomination. Now fix this!" He hissed. Hermione suddenly felt slightly nervous. An angry Snape was not a nice thing to be subjected to.
"Um, well… I can't." She squeaked, closing her eyes so she would not see him explode in anger. After a few seconds she peaked at him through one eye reluctantly. Severus was looking at her face intensely. He did not look angry nor did he look like he was going to hex her to death.
His voice was very calm when he finally spoke, "What do you mean when you say you cannot fix my hair colour back to its normal condition?"
She laughed nervously, "It lasts 48 hours. I cannot be reversed before then."
Hermione saw Severus breathe in through his nose slowly, an attempt to calm himself down she thought.
"So I am to teach classes like this tomorrow?"
"Unless Albus can offer an alternative or you could pull a sickie?" She suggested weakly.
He ran his hands up and down his face in exasperation and looked at her with an open expression, "Why are we constantly doing this to each other, Hermione?"
The use of her given name knocked her for six; he had never called her Hermione in all the years she had known him. He looked as though he had dropped his steal exterior and was speaking to her as one adult to another.
"Well, you BLOODY started it…" She began, immediately kicking herself mentally as she saw Severus stiffen and his emotional walls slammed back into place. He stood abruptly and walked towards the door, Hermione felt her stomach drop.
"Forgive me for thinking you could have an adult conversation, Miss Granger." He spat out her title at her and saw her visibly recoil.
"Severus, please I…" she stammered.
"No, I do not want to hear your damned excuses. I will see the Headmaster concerning this. Good evening Professor."
The echo of her door slamming shut as he left seemed to ripple through her in a most horrid way. She felt physically sick. He had looked so vulnerable and finally showed her a glimpse into his more human side and what did she do? She bloody pointed the finger of accusation at him like a petulant child. Although their little 'competitions' had begun with his actions, she had never put a stop to them either. She was just as much to blame as he ever was and if she was honest with herself, she bloody loved the relationship they had when they wound one another up.
"Idiot girl!" She felt her eyes well up, still staring at the door where her he had left.
Sleep did not come easily for her that night, she was too upset. Had she perhaps lost him already? Had she completely buggered any chance she may have as his friend or more?
"Oh Severus, I am so, so sorry. After years of wanting an opportunity to just speak to you as an adult, I bloody fuck things up!" She wept into her pillow until sleep finally consumed her.
Albus covertly watched his two youngest staff members at the breakfast table the next morning, the animosity and the sexual frustration between the two of them was beginning to come to a head.
When he saw Hermione ask Severus to pass the salt and heard the potions professor telling her to 'kindly go and fuck herself', he knew it was time to intervene.
"Severus, Hermione, my office in fifteen minutes if you please." Albus looked at the two of them with sparkling eyes. This look was not lost on the pair who both looked down at their plates like school children being chided by their Headmaster. In fact, the whole situation wasn't a kick in the arse off exactly that.
Present Day…
"Good morning, Severus." Hermione gave him a small smile as she sat down next to him at the breakfast table. He could see she was trying her best to be polite as the Headmaster had requested of them the day before.
"Good morning… Hermione." He grumbled in reply, not looking up from his plate with great determination. Hermione felt a tad bit miffed that he would not even make eye contact with her.
"I had thought that all was well between us after our talk with Albus yesterday." She said sweetly through gritted teeth while loading her plate with bacon and sausage.
Severus kept his eyes to the plate in front of him, excitement growing in his belly as he listened to the forced politeness in Hermione's voice.
The little chit's sunny resolve is cracking already. He thought in evil glee.
"You thought wrong then, Granger. I have no inclination to be your… friend." He spat angrily.
And that is when it happened.
Hermione Granger stood and grabbed Severus Snape roughly by the chin making him look up at her. The entire Great Hall stopped in silence as though frozen in time. No one ever touched the Potions Master… well, no one touched him and lived to tell the tale anyway.
"You are a nasty piece of work, Snape." She growled, fighting back tears.
"And you are a annoying little cow, Granger. Does it not exhaust you being so meddlesome? I just want to eat my breakfast in peace without being conversed with, stared at or having someone try to become my friend. We are not friends, Miss Granger and we never will be. Now release me witch, or I will make you." His voice was hard but his eyes still held a softness as they looked upon her. Hermione, however, did not see this. She shocked herself, the entire school and most of all, Severus when she swung her hand back behind her and slapped her dark companion square on the jaw.
"Oh Severus, I… I'm so sor…" She started, both her hands grasped above her heart.
"You slapped me! You little chit!" He shouted back interrupting her apology, holding his jaw.
There was a stunned silence all around as they watched the scene in front of them. Albus quickly called an 'Expelliarmus' towards the Potions Master, stopping the Slytherin from blasting his attacker with a nasty hex.
"Professors Snape and Granger, my office NOW!" He roared. Both looked at each other with hateful glares as they made their way down the hall behind the Headmaster.
"What are you all bloody staring at! Get on with your meals!" Severus barked at the awestruck students around him. He ignored the whispers from them as they walked out the hall.
"Professor Granger is my bloody hero… that was bloody brilliant!"
"How dare that cow lay her hand on Professor Snape… he's dreamy."
"She can slap me anytime!"
"Those two totally need to fuck and get it out of their system. Sexual tension in the workplace is never a good thing."
This last statement shocked Hermione the most. She was shocked that it was in part true but more so because she was certain that it came from Minerva.
She looked onto the two men striding in front of her with murderous looks on their faces.
Oh dear, it seems the shit has finally hit the fan. She thought with a grimace. She wasn't sure what Albus was going to do with them but she had a feeling that whatever it was, it was going to be life altering.
If only she knew how right she would be.
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