Love the Unloved
Chapter 13
"Only because I am wide awake and extremely bored with the television, am I going to humor you for a moment and allow you to talk to me," Snape said disdainfully.
"Thanks for being nice about it," she retorted, rolling her eyes.
"Alright, then I won't speak at all," he said indifferently.
"No, no! I'm sorry," she said and then a few minutes went by in silence.
"Well? Are you going to bloody speak or are you for once without questions?" he snapped.
"I was trying to think of something to ask you since you're not the most friendly person in the world," she said irritably. "Hmmm…" Snape rolled his eyes.
"Just say anything!" he snapped.
"Ok, um…what's your favorite color?" she asked, looking at him to see him giving her a very un-amused look. "What? I was thinking along the lines of a friendly conversation." Snape rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"I suppose I could say that I am partial to the color green," he said.
"Is that because of you being a Slytherin or because you actually liked that color from when you were younger?" she asked.
"I have always liked green, but not so much the green used to represent Slytherin house. I like hunter green," he replied, looking at her.
"Most people would think that black would be your color of choice," she said with a smirk.
"It is my color of choice for my wardrobe."
"Why is that? I mean, why not wear something hunter green? It's a dark color too," she said, sitting back against the headboard about a foot from him.
"I like wearing black," he said flatly, trying to keep his eyes on her face and not her chest and bare legs. "It's simple."
"It's kind of morbid."
"Well, then it's all the more reason for me to wear it considering what kind of person I am," he purred dangerously. Hermione pursed her lips and shook her head.
"Ok, so be honest with this one," she said and felt him bristle suddenly. "Do you really hate teaching or do you just treat the students like you do because they annoy you?" She noticed that he relaxed.
He probably thought I was going to ask something really personal.
"I actually do not hate teaching as much as everyone seems to think, but I do hate idiot children and unfortunately I have to deal with them on a daily basis," he said.
"Some of your students aren't that bad," she implored.
"I know you're referring to yourself," he said.
"So? It's true. At least I am not an idiot," she replied with a smirk. It took a moment before he gave the tiniest of smirks.
"No, you are not an idiot…academically," he said earning a glare from her.
"Very funny," she huffed.
"Well, since we are on this ridiculous subject, what is your favorite color?" he asked.
"I really like beige, burgundy, and blue. It's hard to pick one," she replied.
"Interesting. I always thought you were a pink kind of girl," he replied. She whirled her head around and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Are you mental? I'm not Lavender or one of the Patil twins!" she snapped and saw a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Oh! That's not funny!"
"I must admit that your presence is bearable only because you do not dress like Umbridge," he said.
"Thanks. Alright, so have you ever been married?" she asked, hoping that he didn't get offended, but by the look on his face it seemed that he might have.
"No, I have not!" he snapped.
"It was an innocent question," she said softly.
"Who the fuck would marry me?" he snarled.
"Why wouldn't someone want to marry you?"
"We've gone over my charming qualities before," he replied sourly.
"Alright, so you've never been married, but have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asked, looking at his face.
"No."
"Really?" The look on his face answered her question. "Alright, then let me ask you this, remember when you said that if a woman kissed you, you would hex her?"
"Yes…"
"Does that mean you have never kissed a woman?"
"I don't think that's any of your business," he said in an all too calm voice that unnerved her more than his usual cold tone.
"It's just a question. Besides, it's not like I am going to repeat this," she said in exasperation. There was a moment of silence.
"No, Miss Granger, I have never kissed a woman because I have never wanted to," he said coldly.
"Why would you never want to?" she asked.
"Kissing is a form of personal intimacy. I do not let people get close too me," he replied, his black eyes glaring into her cinnamon ones.
"I never thought of it that way," she conceded trying to mollify him a bit.
"And what of you, Granger? How many boys have been in your knickers?" he asked coldly, shocking her a bit with her vulgarity.
"None. I have never kissed anyone nor have I ever engaged in sexual activity," she replied primly.
"Hmpf!"
"You have had sex before, right?" she asked curiously and saw his eyes zero to slits.
"Now we are going into a completely inappropriate conversation."
"So what? No one else is here and we are not in school," she replied, wanting to find out more.
"Miss Granger, what fascination do you have with my sex life?" he asked suspiciously. Her face turned red and she turned away from him.
"Nothing. I was just wondering…that's all," she replied meekly. "If you want, you could ask me a question of equal value."
"What makes you think I want to?" he asked.
"I don't know, I just thought I would even the odds," she replied with a shrug.
"Alright then, but you have to answer all of my questions," he said with an evil smirk.
"Ok, but you would have to answer all of mine if you want me to be honest," she replied looking him in the eye. He seemed to falter at this for a moment.
"I will answer certain questions from you, but some I will not," he said firmly. She shrugged.
"Alright, so what is your first question?" she asked timidly.
"First off, why the hell aren't you dating the Weasley idiot? I thought the two of you were an item for a while."
"No, we aren't and have never been together. Ron is not exactly my type…at all. He's all about Quidditch, he's a pig, and anything to do with books or academics, he starts to fall asleep. Not to mention that he has this delusional idea about us getting married and making a bunch of babies like his mum. I love Molly, don't get me wrong, but I don't want twenty kids and I don't want to be some at home mother, cooking and cleaning for the rest of my life," she replied.
"Good. It would be a terrible waste of your intellect," he purred.
"Did you just compliment me?" she asked, looking at him.
"Perhaps. It's probably because I'm tired," he replied. "So, we have determined that Weasley is not in the picture, then which boy at Hogwarts holds your affection?"
"None of the boys," she said with a sniff.
"Girls?"
"NO!" she screeched. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Well, do you like any of the female staff?" she asked, watching him and hoping that he did not.
"No, I don't."
"Why not? I mean, Headmistress McGonagall would probably look good in nothing but knickers," she said and saw a look of horror cross his face causing her to burst out laughing.
"I'm going to have nightmares," he grumbled.
"How about Madam Hooch? Maybe she could sport a nice pink bikini for you," she joked and saw him grimace.
"Please, Miss Granger, spare me the images. I do not like any of the staff," he said in disgust.
"You're not gay, right?" she asked and saw his eyes become murderous.
"No!" he snarled, but his face had lost some of its color.
"Thank goodness," she breathed but he heard it.
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing," she said all too quickly. "Ask another question." Snape was eyeing her suspiciously for a moment.
"Well, Miss Granger, you have always come off as a good little girl-"
"I'm not a little girl."
"-so tell me, just how naughty are you?" he asked, smirking when her face turned crimson.
"I don't know what you mean."
"I think you know exactly what I mean. You agreed to answer my questions, remember? Tell me, do you masturbate, Miss Granger?" he asked calmly despite the fact this his own body was reacting to the thought of her touching herself.
"Um…yes," she said softly.
"Really?" he asked in surprise, not expecting her to be forthcoming with that kind of information.
"Well, who doesn't nowadays?" she snapped irritably, trying to shield her own embarrassment.
"I don't," he said flatly and instantly wanted to bite his tongue. She snapped her head around to look at him.
"Bullshit!"
"Language," he warned, cursing to himself for letting the slip up a minute ago.
"Every man masturbates! Harry and Ron can't function without wanking off," she said in disbelief and saw him cringe.
"Bloody hell! I didn't need to know that about them," he said in disgust.
"You said you would be honest! Do you really not masturbate?" she asked, braving the dangerous Slytherin beside her.
Well, he opened the door for this one…
"No, I do not," he replied stonily.
"Then…how do you…you know…get relief?"
"A potion," he replied simply.
"A potion? Is it one that takes away the desire?"
"No, it causes instant ejaculation," he replied, feeling his cheeks burn slightly.
"Instant? Where the hell is the fun in that?"
"Masturbation is not fun," he said coldly.
"It could be if you think about the person you want to have sex with and stroke yourself just right…"
Severus felt his face grow hot and his groin tighten painfully. He quickly snapped at her and told her to be quiet before lying down and rolling onto his side, facing away from her so she could not see just how embarrassed she had made him. His embarrassment quickly turned to anger as he thought about how stupid he was for making such a foolish slipup.
"Professor, I'm sorry, please don't go to bed yet," she said, peaking over his body in hopes of seeing his face.
"Leave me be, Miss Granger! Laugh at me some other time!" he snarled.
Hermione scooted closer to him so that her body was barely grazing his and felt him stiffen immediately. Her heart felt as though it was going to pound right through her ribcage as she craned her head over his shoulder and looked at the side of his face. He turned sharply to face her and felt his stomach churn at their closeness.
"Hi." It was the only thing she could think of to say at that moment. His eyes went wide for a second before narrowing.
"Get the hell away from me," he snapped.
"You have to talk to me," she said boldly, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout.
"What the hell has gotten into you?"
"I'm bored," she whined.
"Obviously."
"Professor?"
"What?"
"How come you won't let me use your first name since I am your apprentice?" she asked and was surprised when he turned to lie on his back, causing his body to brush right up against hers. She couldn't help but place her hand on his chest.
"First of all, remove yourself from my person. Second, I will not let you use my given name because I don't want you to," he snarled.
Hermione sat up next to him but did not move away. She looked down at him, trying to gage his expression and figure out if he was merely being defensive or if he was serious. His expression however, was extremely difficult to read.
"What if I called you by your name anyway?" she asked softly.
"Don't test my patience, Miss Granger!" he snarled.
"Professor! Why are you so mean to me? What the hell did I ever do to you?" she snapped finally. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off with her tirade.
"I try to be nice to you! I try to show you respect! I save your fucking life-"
"Miss Granger!"
"-and what the hell do I get from you? You're sorry goddamn-"
"Granger!"
"-attitude! And after everything I have been through-"
"Granger!"
"-you can't even let me use your goddamn given name!"
"GRANGER!"
Hermione nearly jumped off the bed when he yelled her name and she felt the tears of anger and frustration finally spill over her cheeks as she glared at the man. She wanted to break down and cry, but she didn't want to make a fool of herself anymore than she had. Without saying another word to him, she rolled over and faced the wall.