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Chapter 10 – An unusual Potion lesson

The staff office of Hogwarts was like an oasis for Hogwarts' teachers. It was one of the few student-free zones where the teachers could relax and be normal people instead of teachers. There were many rumours about the room that was located behind the Great Hall. Some claimed that there was a never-ending fountain of wine, made of gold, hidden inside the wardrobes. Others believed that the teachers held competitions about who had the worse students in their class. A few people (mostly old Slytherins) would even go so far as to think that the teachers had sex-orgies every Friday night.

Neither of these rumours were true. The staff office was in fact like any other staff office in the world. There were comfortable couches and armchairs, different papers to read, and coffee, tea and biscuits for the peckish one. And like any other staff office, gossip was the main event. Severus had never been one to gossip. That was why the other teachers always liked to talk about him. Severus had often walked into the room and found everyone looking a bit guilty at him before they started to talk about something else, like the weather.

This was what happened when he walked into the room at Monday morning before his first class. Last night, he had managed to calm Hermione down after being used as her teddy-bear for almost an hour. When he woke up this morning, she was back to herself and very ashamed about crying all over him the night before. So to ease her awkwardness, he left the quarters and decided to kill the hour before breakfast by reading some papers. But when he entered the staff office, he got the feeling they had just been talking about him. Minerva looked quite angry. He didn't care what they had been gossipping about, so he just sat down in one of the armchairs and took up the nearest magazine.

"Severus," Minerva said.

He looked up quite confused. Her voice was a few octaves higher than usually and that often meant she had something disturbing to talk about. Madame Pomfrey was sitting next to the angry Transfiguration teacher, and she too looked annoyed.

"Yes, Minerva?" he asked.

"What was your business at the Gryffindor Tower last night?"

Severus arched an eyebrow. "I was there for a personal matter, which means you have nothing to do with it."

"I have something to do with it if you wounded one of my students!" she said, her lips were white in fury.

"Wounded?" he asked.

"Mr Weasley had to come to me with two broken ribs, Severus," Madame Pomfrey said.

Severus smirked. "Perhaps he fell of a broom?"

"I talked to the Fat Lady and she said you entered and exited the tower mere moments before Mr Weasley came out too, wounded!"

"And has Mr Weasley accused me for his discomfort?" Severus asked silky.

"Well… no, but…"

"And has anyone else accused me for harming Mr Weasley?" he continued.

Minerva looked a bit confused. "No, but…"

"If you are going to accuse me, Minerva, please have proper evidence. For your information, Mr Potter was with me the whole time in the tower, and I'm sure he can agree with me that I did nothing to Mr Weasley … that he didn't have coming."

"But you did something!"

"Yes, but that is not of your concern, Minerva, it was between me, Mr Weasley and Hermione."

Minerva's eyes widened. "Hermione?"

"Yes, Hermione, small brunette, large rat nest of hair, always knows the answers… and also known as my wife."

They glared at each other for a moment before they were interrupted by professor Sinistra, who had been sitting at the other end of the room. She chuckled lightly. "Oh, it sounds to me like this is some kind of jealousy drama. Did the boy hit on your wife, Severus?"

Severus snored. "No, he did not, Aurora."

"Come on, Severus, you don't usually beat up students over nothing," Aurora smiled.

She was the youngest teacher at the school, only 30 years old, but sometimes she acted like she was a student herself. Severus secretly thought it was good to have someone who was a little wild among them, but she could be a real tease. Like right now.

"I didn't 'beat him up', Aurora. I merely showed him what would happen if he upset my wife again."

"Oh, Severus, you did not…" Minerva sighed. "Well, the next time Mr Weasley acts inappropriate could you please come to me first?"

Severus snored. "I doubt he would be so foolish, but I have to show people I will not tolerate them insulting my wife."

The other teachers sighed when he left the room.

"I think we have found our old Potions Master's heart," Aurora commented.

"I don't know whom I feel most sorry for," Minerva muttered.

Severus didn't hear this; he was already halfway down to the dungeons. He would have Hermione's class again and he thought he could start the preparations now. When he was done, he opened the latest number of Potions Weekly and waited for the students to come. Draco was the first to enter with Pansy Parkinson. Crabbe and Goyle hadn't managed to get into this class. Then everyone from Ravenclaw arrived. They spoke quietly with each other, but the class hadn't begun yet, so he couldn't dock points from them. Next, two others from Slytherin came in, followed by the only Hufflepuff in the group. Then Potter and Hermione came, sitting down at the end of the room. Severus looked at them curiously. He had given her Potter's message last night and she seemed to still like him. Ah, too bad he couldn't have all his wishes come true. The last to enter was Weasley who threw a nervous glance first at Severus and then at Hermione before he sat down next to the Hufflepuff. Severus closed the door with his wand and began the lesson.

They were going to study the magic of dragon blood for the rest of the week and they would be brewing two different potions with it. Severus usually didn't make the student study about something before they started to use it. But dragon's blood was expensive and dangerous, and he wanted to use as little as possible with no accidents at all. He talked for about half the lesson before he made the students write down all the things they knew about it (or what they had remembered from his speech). Next lesson they would go through it again. Some minutes after they had begun to write, he rose from his desk and started to quietly walk around in the classroom to make sure no one cheated. He noticed Hermione sadly glanced at Ron and when he came down behind her, he noticed she had only written one line on the paper. He bent down so he was next to her ear.

"Mrs Snape, would you please pay attention to your assignment?"

She jumped a little, but she nodded and quickly began to write.

At the second round, he stopped at Parkinson's desk and commented that she would be able to do her spelling more correctly if she looked at her own paper instead of Draco's. Parkinson blushed and Severus smirked. When he was back behind Hermione again, he noticed she had stopped writing.

"Mrs Snape, I don't want to dock points from you," he whispered.

"Sorry, sir… but my head is killing me…" she whispered back.

"To me it looked like you were staring at Weasley," he said, frowning.

"Yes, and it's giving me a headache," she responded.

Severus smirked a little. "I see, but if you could try to write instead…"

"Yes, sir."

When the lesson ended, Hermione stayed behind. "Harry said you threw him into the wall," she frowned. "Why?"

"I don't want people to insult my wife," he answered and rose from behind the desk.

"Oh…" she looked down at her feet.

Severus stopped in front of her. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I still got a headache…"

"Come here…" he led her behind the desk, sat down with her in his lap and started to massage her skull.

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. "Don't you have a class to teach?"

"Yes, but not right know… Do you?"

"Not until after lunch."

They were silent for a while. Severus let his hand travel over her skull and Hermione, sometimes, let out a small moan.

"What do you remember from last night?" he asked.

She tensed a bit. "Not much, I think I had some kind of breakdown… But I feel very ashamed about crying all over you…"

He chuckled lightly. "What are husbands for?"

She laughed too and relaxed again.

"Do you love me, Hermione?" he asked after a while.

She tensed. "What? Why?"

He stopped massaging her and turned her head, so he could look her in the eyes. "You told me last night you thought you were falling in love with me."

He had never seen her blush so much before.

"I… I don't know… Would you like me to be in love with you?"

"It would make some things easier… But some things much harder…"

"Would you be angry?" she asked nervously.

"Angry? No, how could I be that? I would feel… honoured that you were able to love me. And scared."

Severus didn't know what made him so honest, but perhaps it was the weird situation.

"Why would you be scared?" Hermione asked shyly.

He sighed. "Only one person has loved me before… and I loved her, but I was too afraid to tell her… She left me for another when I blew it and then I did some things… Some things for the Dark Lord… And she was murdered. I never got the chance to tell her how I really felt."

Hermione stared at him. "Who was it?"

He hesitated. "Lily Evans."

"Harry's mother?"

He cursed. Of course the Know-It-All knew Lily's maid name. "Yes, it was her."

Hermione was quiet for a while. "Thank you for telling me this…"

"Why?"

"I… If I feel that you trust me I will feel more… secure."

"Do you love me?"

"I'm not sure… But I think I could do… I definitely have a crush on you."

He smiled. "I'm pleased to hear that."

She turned around a bit more and looked him deep into the eyes. She stroked his cheek before she brought his head to hers and kissed him gently. Severus helped her around so she was sitting with her legs at either side of his instead. Hermione moaned and sucked on his lip. She was getting a lot better at kissing. His hands found their way under her clothes and he stroked her back with one hand and made her bra disappear with the other one.

Hermione gasped. "Was that wandless magic?"

"Yes…" he hissed and captured her lips again.

He had wanted to touch her breasts the whole time last night, but he didn't think she would have appreciated it. But now she would. He started to massage one of the breasts with his right hand, while the left hand was still on her back. She moaned and twisted in his lap, which made her unconsciously touch his cock in a pleasant way. Groaning into her mouth, he made an easy scratch on her nipple, making her buck against his cock again. He bit her lip, sucked on it and made her hips move back and forth over his lap, rubbing her over his throbbing member. He wanted to take her right here, right now, but she was still a virgin and he didn't want her first time to be on his desk inside his classroom. She was starting to moan even louder and her nails sank into his neck.

"It… feels… like… I'm… going… to… explode!" she moaned.

"Let me help you," he purred and the hand that was on her breast travelled down over her flat stomach and reached her pants.

She moaned when he undid the zipper and she kissed him hard. His hand made its way down to her core and he was pleased to find it dripping wet. He tilted her a bit backward, but he didn't break the kiss as he pushed her knickers aside with one finger and teased her clit with the other one. Hermione screamed into his mouth when he entered her with one finger. She was so gloriously tight and Severus started to thrust his finger deeper inside of her, but he stopped when he felt her hymen. He decided to go slow and instead stimulate her clit. He didn't have to twist his finger many times before she came, soaking his hand with her juices. She panted deeply when she came down from her orgasm. He took up his hand from her pants and started to lick it. Hermione placed her elbows on his desk and stared at him.

"I think my headache is gone," she sighed, still too high to blush at the erotic sight.

He placed a finger to her mouth. "Want to taste?"

She sucked his finger clean and he groaned. That really was an erotic sight. Then he cast an eye on the watch on his desk and cursed. "My class started five minutes ago."

Hermione froze. "You mean they are standing outside…"

"Yes, but don't worry, I will deal with it, limp a bit."

Hermione quickly did what he said. She jumped of him and limped to the door. Severus straightened his robes. He would need to take a potion for his erection. He took a grip of her hair and opened the door. As he had expected a bunch of first years were standing there.

"And if you ever destroy my store of potions again, you won't be able to sit for a week!" he hissed, pushing Hermione outside.

Hermione made an exaggerated fall to the ground, but she quickly rose again and limped down the dungeons to their quarters.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked harshly.

The first years looked at him in shook, thinking he had tortured her. They hurried into the room and sat down without a sound. For the rest of the year, they behaved better than any other class he had ever had.