A/n: hehehehehe…I am So evil! Aren't I? I mean only me (and a few other
loonies) could come up with Snape/Hermione…hehehehehe…Sorry 'bout all that.
Chapter five.
It was much later, as Ron and Lara where crushed against each other, snogging wildly in a broom closet, Lara wrapped with Ron in his leather jacket, that she mentioned anything about Hermione, and Snape.
"Ron?" She questioned him between kisses, "Do you suppose there is something going on between Hermione, and Uncle Snape?"
"No offence to Snape of course, but no Lara. I don't think Hermione would get mixed up with the likes of him."
"What does that mean?" Lara looked up at him, teasingly.
"I mean," he pinched her rear, "That Hermione wouldn't ever date, much less willingly kiss a Hogwarts Professor."
"To much at stake, I presume?" She questioned.
"Exactly." He nodded, and she shrugged.
"Oh…oh well."
Meanwhile, just then the dinner bell rang, and as they opened the closet door, slinking out blending into the crowed, Harry Potter growled bitterly to himself. It wasn't fair that Ron got the girl of his dreams! Girls weren't supposed to be interested in RON! That was HIS job! Ron was his faithful side kick, of who he would occasionally let snog with his girlfriend of the time… Of course, it was reason for Harry to break up with her usually, but at least Ron got a little something out of the deal…Harry shrugged.
Anyway, as he sat down next to Ron, who hadn't get noticed that Hermione wasn't at the table, he broke right out, and spoke.
"Ron, I don't want you seeing Lara."
Ron looked at him, surprised, "What?"
"I don't want you seeing Lara anymore."
"Well, it's a tad bit late for that, pal." Ron shook his head, diving into his food.
Harry looked down at his plate, "Ron…I forbid you to see her!"
"You what? Blimey! Have you lost your mind?"
"No…I'm saving you."
"From what? She's a girl…I think I can handle it, Harry."
Harry sighed, "Hermione's here. I wonder where she is."
Ron snorted into his mashed potatoes, and Harry glared at him.
"Well, it's not my fault I actually care about the girl! She is our best friend you know!"
"I'm sure Professor Snape is taking good care of our Hermione." He nodded up towards the head table, "Snape's not here either."…
Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, and Snape's mouth began slow torcher along her neck, and across her shoulders. Of course, she'd had to say something about "First snogging…what next?", so naturally, Snape had taken it at an invite for sex…something Hermione knew he would do, but had said anyway; the assault posing quite enjoyable, even though they'd been at it for over an hour now.
"Severus, dear…" She put her hands on his shoulders, "Don't you think we ought to be getting to dinner?"
"Dinner?" He moaned, as if not knowing the word, "All I want is right here…" He nipped at the lesser amount of flesh at her collar bone, and flirting with her.
"Yes, but really, how long do you expect we'll be at this? I think we should at least go down and get SOMETHING, Severus."
"Say that again…" He moaned deeper this time.
"I think we should-"
"No, no, no…The part where you said my name."
"Severus…"
"Now say it properly, with a Professor…" He pressed his 'How's your father?' against her stomach, leaning up on his hands, to look at her, he being fairly much taller then her.
"Professor Snape…"
"No, no, no…Professor Sever-"
"Professor Severus Snape…" she made a popping sound on the P in Snape, and lavishly pulled him down, letting her tongue do the talking for her.
Chapter five.
It was much later, as Ron and Lara where crushed against each other, snogging wildly in a broom closet, Lara wrapped with Ron in his leather jacket, that she mentioned anything about Hermione, and Snape.
"Ron?" She questioned him between kisses, "Do you suppose there is something going on between Hermione, and Uncle Snape?"
"No offence to Snape of course, but no Lara. I don't think Hermione would get mixed up with the likes of him."
"What does that mean?" Lara looked up at him, teasingly.
"I mean," he pinched her rear, "That Hermione wouldn't ever date, much less willingly kiss a Hogwarts Professor."
"To much at stake, I presume?" She questioned.
"Exactly." He nodded, and she shrugged.
"Oh…oh well."
Meanwhile, just then the dinner bell rang, and as they opened the closet door, slinking out blending into the crowed, Harry Potter growled bitterly to himself. It wasn't fair that Ron got the girl of his dreams! Girls weren't supposed to be interested in RON! That was HIS job! Ron was his faithful side kick, of who he would occasionally let snog with his girlfriend of the time… Of course, it was reason for Harry to break up with her usually, but at least Ron got a little something out of the deal…Harry shrugged.
Anyway, as he sat down next to Ron, who hadn't get noticed that Hermione wasn't at the table, he broke right out, and spoke.
"Ron, I don't want you seeing Lara."
Ron looked at him, surprised, "What?"
"I don't want you seeing Lara anymore."
"Well, it's a tad bit late for that, pal." Ron shook his head, diving into his food.
Harry looked down at his plate, "Ron…I forbid you to see her!"
"You what? Blimey! Have you lost your mind?"
"No…I'm saving you."
"From what? She's a girl…I think I can handle it, Harry."
Harry sighed, "Hermione's here. I wonder where she is."
Ron snorted into his mashed potatoes, and Harry glared at him.
"Well, it's not my fault I actually care about the girl! She is our best friend you know!"
"I'm sure Professor Snape is taking good care of our Hermione." He nodded up towards the head table, "Snape's not here either."…
Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, and Snape's mouth began slow torcher along her neck, and across her shoulders. Of course, she'd had to say something about "First snogging…what next?", so naturally, Snape had taken it at an invite for sex…something Hermione knew he would do, but had said anyway; the assault posing quite enjoyable, even though they'd been at it for over an hour now.
"Severus, dear…" She put her hands on his shoulders, "Don't you think we ought to be getting to dinner?"
"Dinner?" He moaned, as if not knowing the word, "All I want is right here…" He nipped at the lesser amount of flesh at her collar bone, and flirting with her.
"Yes, but really, how long do you expect we'll be at this? I think we should at least go down and get SOMETHING, Severus."
"Say that again…" He moaned deeper this time.
"I think we should-"
"No, no, no…The part where you said my name."
"Severus…"
"Now say it properly, with a Professor…" He pressed his 'How's your father?' against her stomach, leaning up on his hands, to look at her, he being fairly much taller then her.
"Professor Snape…"
"No, no, no…Professor Sever-"
"Professor Severus Snape…" she made a popping sound on the P in Snape, and lavishly pulled him down, letting her tongue do the talking for her.