Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling and sadly, I am not she. If I was, Severus would be alive, Lily would not have been the love of his life and Hermione would have been and they would have had tonnes of kids which would then lead onto a Severus/Hermione mini series!lol

Only the plot belongs to me.

Note: writing in italics below are internal thoughts of the characters/letter content.

Please review: it is appreciated. I'd appreciate more in the way of reviews so I know if you guys like what I am doing, or indeed if you have any ideas that you would like me to consider writing into the plot. Not compliant at all to the books, so please don't feel the need to point it out. You're reading a Severus/Hermione ship…that is not in any way compliant to begin with so if you don't like the things I invent or twist within the story to suit my plot, please move on to some other story. I appreciate constructive criticism, I know that my stories will not be perfect but I can only try my best and hope it pleases. I am only human after all.

As with all my fics this will be rated M – just a wee warning in advance.


Hermione was awoken with a gentle shake from Madam Pomfrey, "Wake up child. If you insist on sleeping by his side I must ask that you do it on a bed. Sleeping like this will reek havoc on your back and neck. There is a spare bed here next to him, I suggest you use it. It's not like he will be going anywhere until the potion is ready."

Poppy smiled fondly at the girl in front of her. She was always incredibly fond of the young Gryffindor and the Potions Master. It was obvious to her, as it was to many of the staff, that Hermione and Severus were in love with one another. They way they looked at one another when they thought the other was not looking, the way one would gasp in surprise if the hand of the other brushed against theirs or the way they both took avid joy in winding each other up.

Yes, indeed it was nice to see Severus happy for once but his stubbornness and low self esteem were holding him back from telling Hermione how he felt about her. He had been like that for as long as she knew him. She had fixed Severus up on a number of occasions while he was a student, forever getting into altercations with the Marauders. She could still hear him complaining that there was nothing wrong with him, despite his nose gushing with blood or his wrist broken.

Thank heavens he and Remus are friends now! I am sure Sirius and James will be spinning in their graves if they knew! She chuckled inwardly before turning and leaving the young love birds to their business. She only hoped that either Severus or Hermione would take the initiative to finally reveal their feelings.

Hermione soon crawled into the bed next to Severus's, facing him. She wondered if she would ever be lucky enough to fall asleep like this again; being close enough to touch him, watching his relaxed features as he slept. The thought made her sigh in pessimism.

As if he would really ever want me…I will tell him how I feel though. I will go mental if I do not. She mused before sleep overtook her.


When Hermione awoke from her asleep some time later, she was shocked to find herself in Severus's quarters. She had only been in them a handful of times over the past few years of her apprenticeship but the Slytherin decor and various Potions texts made the room unmistakeable. She looked around in wonder and fear, if Severus knew she was in his quarter without his permission there would be hell to pay for sure!

As her eyes trailed around the room, she stopped short when she reached the mantlepiece of the fire when she saw a framed picture of herself. Upon closer inspection she saw it was a picture of both her and Severus at the Annual Potioneers Convention 2010, he had taken her there as a reward for passing her first year apprenticeship with flying colours, albeit reluctantly. A photographer for the convention had snapped a picture of the couple as they walked through the door. Hermione was staring up at the bewitched, magnificent ceiling while Severus merely looked at her; equally as awestruck.

She felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at the expression on Photo Severus's face as he looked at her. He looked fond, besotted, bewitched.

Why would he have a picture of me in his chambers? The way he looked at me in that picture...you really would think he loved me. Ha, as if. She thought with a sad, small smile.

"It would seem, Hermione, that you are as determined as Severus to make this whole 'love' business much harder than it need be..."

Hermione startled and almost knocked the photo she had been reaching for from the mantlepiece.

"A-Albus? You're dead...you cannot be here!" She said breathlessly.

Albus chuckled and sat himself down on the sofa, "My child, the dead are not always completely gone from the world of the living."

"So you are a ghost then?" She asked sceptically.

"A ghost, an apparition or a friend who is determined to see you happy, take your pick."

Hermione rubbed her eyes tiredly as though she were trying to fathom if she was dreaming or hallucinating.

"Rub those brown eyes as much as you like, Miss Granger...I am indeed...here." Albus smiled.

Hermione sat down gingerly next to the ex Headmaster, "So why are you here? You mentioned Severus."

"Ah, yes indeed. You see, you and Severus have been dancing around one another for long enough. You are in love with him, am I correct in that assumption?" His eyes sparkled menacingly.

"Yes I love him. I love him very much." Hermione answered, blushing crimson.

"Jolly good...because Severus loves you too."

Hermione snorted loudly and shook her head.

"You're still as mental as you were when you were alive. He would never love me, although I know he considers us friends...which is a miracle in itself. But never fear, I am going to tell him how I feel and then hand him my resignation, effect of immediately."

"What if I were to tell you that I could show you that Severus is truly in love with you?"

Albus hoped that Hermione's thirst for going into the unknown and appetite for knowledge still existed within her adult self. He was not left disappointed.

"Go on then...astound me." She said sarcastically.

Albus chuckled and stood from the sofa before he clapped his hands and the scene began to fade to dust.


As the scene in front of her materialised Hermione gasped at the view her eyes beheld. She was standing in a steamy shower room, looking onto the wet and surprisingly muscular form of Severus Snape.

She looked around embarrassingly to Albus but found she was alone. The Headmaster was no where to be seen.

"Oh Hermione..."

She was frozen to the spot.

Holy shit on a stick...he's masturbating and he's thinking about me! Well it must be me, how many Hermione's are there kicking around these days? She thought with a pleased smile on her face.

She had imagined during her many self-induced orgasms how that voice would sound saying her name in passion and want. She had never in a million years thought that she would ever get to actually hear him do it. To her shame she moved forward in the mist, determined to see Severus in all his glory.

And what a glory it was.

She couldn't ignore the heat growing between her legs at the sight of the usually prim and proper Potions Master stroking his length as dirty thoughts of her were cascading through his mind. He looked beautiful; head thrown back in passion, his Adams apple bobbing back and forth as he swallowed his moans and his hand beating up and down his large, turgid cock.

She heard him give an almighty roar as he reached completion.

"Hermione...oh Hermione, my love." He whispered as the water continued to splash against his alabaster skin.

Hermione felt her eyes water up after hearing that fall from his lips. He sounded broken, as though he believed she would never be his. He sounded as though he thought that these private moments in his shower would be the closest he could ever have with the Gryffindor. She reached out to him, desperate to re-assure him that she wanted him too but her hand passed through him as though she were a ghost and the scene disappeared into darkness yet again.


Hermione gasped and felt her knees fo weak as she now looked upon a vision of herself stark bollock naked, laying with her head on the shoulder of an equally as naked Severus Snape. He had one of his arms around her while the other drew patterns on her bare shoulder, he looked oddly happy with a relaxed and small smile on his face.

"I am getting far too old for this bedroom olympics..." Severus said with a smirk.

"You could have fooled me." Hermione answered back with a mirror smirk before she slid her hand down his stomach and cupped his rather large cock in her hand, squeezing gently.

"Mmm...did you not have enough of me last night and this morning?" He asked with a moan.

Vision Hermione giggled and shook her head enthusiastically, "Never have enough of you, my love."

Severus pinned her underneath him and kissed her passionately before entering her with a swift thrust.

They groaned simultaneously and began to move their bodies in rhythm with one another.

"Oh Severus...that's it...harder...yes!" Hermione moaned breathlessly.

Hermione had her hand over her mouth watching the two, shocked at how wanton she was being with the surly Potion Master. Severus didn't seem to mind though, in fact the lust in his eyes was unmistakable. Hermione felt herself begin to be very turned on at the thought.

"My naughty little Gryffindor, tell me…do...you...like...it hard like...this!" He said with each heavy thrust.

"Oh Merlin, yes!" Both Hermiones answered.

He was absolutely magnificent as he moved and Hermione was sure she had never seen such an attractive sight in her life. His skin was scarred but inviting to touch, his muscles prominent but not overly so and the passion that radiated off his body was breathtaking. She always knew he was a passionate sort of man but never in her dizziest daydreams had she imagined he would be like this in the sack!

She was also surprised at how sexy she was during the act too; her hair folded over the pillow, her cheeks rosy red and her nipples as pert as she had ever seen them. She looked positively wanton and if the look of lust in Severus's eyes was anything to go by...he liked it very much.

The moans and dirty talk coming from the pair was simply scandalous but Hermione did not find herself embarrassed. In fact, she thought it was rather amazing that two people could be so relaxed and trusting of each other to show their more carnal and kinky side with one another. She smiled widely and hoped that this would be her future. A life with the man she loved would be just fabulous.


The scene before her changed and shifted once again and faded into smoke and Albus walked into her line of vision as she looked around the Potion Master's abode.

"Can you not see the passion this man has for you now, Miss Granger?"

"Yes, I can but Albus...that is passion...it does not mean that he is in love with me." She said, unable to stop the niggling voice of doubt in her mind.

Albus chuckled, "Severus does not show passion for anything that he does not love, believe me. Now when you wake...administer the potion, I have a feeling it has already reached potency. Enjoy your kiss."

Hermione woke up feeling groggy and rather disorientated. She smiled as she looked up and saw that Severus was still there sleeping peacefully, looking as gorgeous as ever. She couldn't help the racing of her heart and the blush on her face as she thought back to the bedroom antics she had seen him participating in earlier.

Was it real or was it all a dream? She thought as she began to sit up.

It doesn't matter. Her mind said in a familiar determined voice. We are going to tell Severus bloody Snape that we love him regardless. It is time to access and utilise some of that famous Gryffindor bravery.


a/n: next chapter teaser - Severus's blinked slowly, his eyes squinting at the brightness of the room and the smile of the beautiful Gryffindor leaning over his body.