(AN: Welcome to Chapter Nine of Confessions…. Oh my, chapter nine, I can hardly believe my baby is growing so fast… :( feels like yesterday it was stewing in my head and now its growing into a big boy, sniff sniff! Either way, hope you are all enjoying this story! There are a lot more chapters to come after this! So keep your eyes and ears out and enjoy the ninth installment of the Confessions series!)


Confessions


Chapter Nine

Her thighs were sticky. That's the first thing Hermione noticed when she awoke at god knows what hour. Her secondary thoughts were cut short by an immediate migraine that slammed through her head like a bullet. Opening her eyes expecting the light from her room at the Burrow she was surprised to have woken up in her own house.

She slowly rose to a close sit, on the elbows and wiped her hand over her temples trying to think. She glanced over at the floor by her neatly made bed (all but her patch she had taken over and hardly moved from in her sleep) and discovered all her luggage neatly organized by the side of her bed. Crookshanks cage lay open and she rubbed her fingers together creating the friction noise he loved so much, trying to beckon him to her.

When he didn't come regardless of her open door, she became concerned, and forced herself to rise from the bed nearly falling over as the migraine got much worse with her standing. Feeling her way along the wall to her kitchen she let out a high pitched squeal of terror when she nearly bumped into a tray heading back into her room.

Professor Severus Snape was standing in her small kitchen, spreading some marmite over a toasted piece of bread, wand poised and sending a tray filled with food back into her room for her.

"Good morning Professor." Hermione mumbled cautiously, her mouth feeling like it was packed with fur. She found Crookshanks weaving in and out of her ex professor's legs, his bowl freshly empty of what looked like wet food. He looked up at his female master with a curious meow and continued to love the newcomer, who stood stirring a spoon in some coffee.

"Good morning Miss. Granger." He replied sternly walking past her to her kitchen table, and placing his cup before him. He had the muggle newspaper spread out before him but seems distracted from reading it as he gazed intensely at Hermione who was still standing in the doorway completely confused at what was going on.

Taking the hovering tray in her hands, its weight shifted to her and she carried it gingerly to the table. Piping coffee, two slices of toast slathered with butter and marmite, a pear quartered and three slices of what appeared to be sliced bologna.

They sat in silence for a moment as Hermione sipped her coffee trying to run through her head the happenings of the night before. She remembered the wedding, the burning jealousy, and the bar but nothing afterwards. She stopped her sipping and looked at Snape, who was now eyeing her curiously.

"You are probably wondering why you are here and not at the Burrow." He began with a sigh; he folded his hands and looked over at her again like he did when she attended his class back at Hogwarts. "You are also probably wondering what I am doing here."

Hermione nodded, and blushed suddenly, realizing how inhospitable she sounded, she began suddenly but was silenced by him raising his hand.

"Last evening, was the Weasley's wedding." He began and Hermione nodded, standing up and rushing into the bathroom to grab a bottle of migraine reliever from the bathroom cupboard. Returning to the kitchen she took two from the bottle and swallowed them dry. Beckoning for him to continue, Snape's forehead creased with anxiety, and he began again. "As I was saying, last night was the Weasley wedding, which we both attended. During the reception we both became intoxicated. And later made our way back to my quarters at Hogwarts…" He stopped and looked away a reddening of his ears being the only symptom of his growing discomfort.

Hermione was trying to put two and two together and more and more of the evening became clear to her foggy mind, she hoped once the medication she would be able to understand what had happened in clearer detail. But before the migraine disappeared the understanding of his words washed over her and she stood up in horror, bringing her hand to her mouth in shock.

"Are you implying that you and I engaged in…?" Hermione pointed towards Snape who swallowed uncomfortably and readjusted his tight collar.

"Sex?" He finished for her.

Hermione backed up and hit the arm rest of her chair completely shocked at what she was being told. Unable to wrap her mind around the fact that the stickiness between her legs was a result of intercourse with her teacher… One who also happened to be old enough to be her father completely baffled her. She took a moment to sit on the couch arm and absorb what was being said to her.

"I thought it would be appropriate if I brought you back to your own house where you could absorb this without making a scene. I also didn't feel right not telling you the truth of last evening. As muggle's put it, 'one night stands' are not something I pride myself in."

Hermione frowned as she looked back at Snape, who looked honestly uncomfortable with the situation, "Are you saying that you are expecting it to happen again?"

Snape rose and began to pace along the small floor space he had, robes billowing out behind him like the wings of a bat, "Absolutely not! We were both intoxicated with alcohol and had a lapse in judgement. I know that it will not happen again, and I'm not expecting you to feel like it should…"

"Do the Weasley's and Potter's know where I disappeared too?" Hermione began to fret and she bit her lip despite her discomfort hoping that they knew of her whereabouts.

"I sent them an owl this morning saying you were homesick and inebriated last evening and wanted to go back to your home. I received an owl in return saying that they want to hear from you again soon."

"This is unbelievable." Hermione got up and brought her hands to her hairline which was beginning to frizz. She walked into her kitchen and leaned her head in her hands on the counter. "Did we at least use protection?"

Snape scoffed, "Of course we did. Don't be stupid."

"This is probably your fault! I'm trying to keep myself safe, and you are laughing at me!" Hermione growled.

"It was your fault actually, I came to get a drink and you decided to throw myself at me like some cheap… cheap." He stuttered over the words, watching Hermione's reaction as her shoulders rose in rage.

"A cheap what?" She snarled, "Say it!"

"A cheap Harlot!" Snape yelled back angrily, acting totally out of character due to his embarrassment. He, a Potions Master, known for being the poised and cruel Professor, brought to petty name calling at the hands of a witch.

"Get out of my house." Hermione raged, her finger pointed for the door. "What happened between us was an accident and I don't want to hear anything more of it."

"Fine," Snape nodded and apparated with a pop from the apartment, leaving Hermione alone to wallow in her disbelief.

The moment he left, Hermione rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stepping in while the water was still scalding she scrubbed at her skin until it was raw, feeling the shame peeling off of her with each scrub of the abrasive pumice stone. She soaped up the loofah with some of her body wash and scrubbed at her lap and lower area's very aware of the emptiness she felt in her loins. The familiar feeling she had when she awoke after a night of loving making with Ron.

Ron…

She ceased her scrubbing for a moment to remember the wedding, and how happy he looked when he and Tracie exchanged vows. For a moment she understood why she had done what she had done. Her subconscious was grieving the loss of Ron in a permanent way. Her drunken self, had flung her at the next man she saw who would bed her. And unfortunately that person just so happened to be Professor Severus Snape.

She washed her hair for good measure, washing off any possibility of smelling like sex before leaving the shower wrapped in a warm fluffy towel. As she padded into the bedroom, she opened her closet doors and grabbed her most comfortable pair of sweatpants and a baggy tee-shirt. No sooner had she changed and began to dry her hair, when her phone began ringing.

Grabbing the phone off the dock she was bowled over by a screaming on the other end of the phone from the two separate voices of Harry and Ginny.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU DOING WITH MALFOY LAST NIGHT?" demanded Harry.

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO WITH SNAPE LAST NIGHT?" Ginny raged.

"Would you two please calm the fuck down for a moment?" Already feeling tense from the news she had only received an hour earlier Hermione was in no mood to need to explain herself to her two screeching friends.

"Well one minute you are at the bar by yourself the next minute your tongues down the throat of Professor bloody Snape." Harry sighed, "We look for you as the party ends and you are gone! We were worried SICK about you!"

"I was fine, he just brought me home." Hermione lied, her hand laying over her eyes in shame. "What do you mean what was I doing with Draco Malfoy?" she was horrified, what and who else did she do last night?

"You racked up a huge bill for him with the barkeep. He was absolutely furious when he left." Ginny was smiling on the other end of the phone, and Hermione felt relief that it was just her making up for his flirting that had gone on between them.

"We know you two went off together. But he sent a Hogwarts Owl, he would have sent his own if-"

"Oh my god." Ginny had figured it out and Hermione felt the guilt rumbling in her gut. "You and Snape? Holy crap! Eww! He's old enough to be your dad!"

Hermione groaned and stopped listening to her friends as they were telling her off for a moment. Even though she felt horrible for having done what was done, she felt better for the first time in a long while mentally. Her heart was ignoring the betrayal from Ron for the first time in the whole while they had been split up. Even though it was scandalous to both their reputations, Hermione didn't regret the experience as much as she believed she probably should have.

She gave a quick goodbye to her friends and hung up the phone, unplugging it from the wall. She turned off all the lights, and blinded all the windows in her house before gathering her furry cat in her arms. All she wanted was to lie in bed and wallow in her own self-pity for a little while.

Walking into her bedroom, she crawled under the covers and shut her eyes to the world, ignoring all the scrutiny and shame was feeling for acting on impulse with her old teacher.

She decided at that moment that maybe it was time to stop staying at home alone and 'taking a year off magic' and continue on with her education, get a job in Wizarding world and get on with the goals she had set in place. Finally it was time to get on with her life and move on past Ronald Weasley and the future they didn't and never would have.


(AN: Hey hey, this was a short and sweet chapter, more so just getting it out in the air so Snape wasn't a total dickhead by leaving her to sleep in the proverbial wet spot, and letting her think that nothing had happened between the two of them. This is chapter one of the two I'm doing to make up for my absence on the 29th because of friends so be prepared for the second installment before silence on my end by the end of today! Also do not forget to make me fan-art, all pieces will be showcased on my tumblr! Thank-you for reading! Review and Subscribe!)