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Severus continued as he noted the shocked look on her face. "And what was the name of the man you met?"
"Steve." Hermione could barely gasp out the syllable. "So it was you." As the two figured out the real state of affairs, similar expressions of shock and horror diffused over their faces. Hermione hurriedly picked up her bookbag. "I have to go- arithmancy- see you tonight- thanks."She practically sprinted through the stone doorway, leaving the Potions Master staring after her, the familiar beginnings of a bad migraine shooting through his skull. He sat down heavily at his desk, his head in his hands. What had he gotten himself into? The Granger girl- no, he corrected himself, she was a woman now- probably thought that he was in love with her (which he was, said a nasty part of his mind); and that 'detention' tonight! What was he to do with her alone with him for a few hours in a secluded area of the castle? He might not be able to control himself. She would be so disgusted! And Severus Snape did NOT molest children!! No, he had to get used the fact that she was an adult woman. Well, still, it was against the law. So what was he to do? There was only one choice. He had to revert back to his greasy git state in order to prove to her that he had NO interest in he WHATSOEVER. Was that so hard? Severus seriously hoped not.
For Hermione, the events had been traumatizing. How was she to act now? Should she act seductively, interestedly, or just ignore any suggestion that anything had ever happened? She was quiet and troubled at lunch, and Harry became worried. "Hermione? Is there anything wrong?"
She looked at him, startled. "Why, no. I mean, nothing much."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, well if you must know, I was thinking about Ron. I just can't seem to get him out of my mind these days." Hermione lied glibly.
"Ahhh." The subject was touchy, and rarely mentioned. Ron's death had been both a good and bad thing for everyone- although he was a friend of Harry and Hermione, he had gone over to the Dark Side, and had become Voldemort's most prized follower, even closer than Lucius Malfoy. Harry had been forced to torture him for information, because he could resist Veritaserum, and Hermione had had to watch. Neither of them would forget the sight of Ron Weasley in the garb and mask of a Death Eater, screaming helplessly, stopping only to blurt out the names and places that were the answers to questions that had been troubling Dumbledore for quite some time. That time had been horrible- even the Ministry couldn't be trusted. After Cornelius Fudge had been forced stepped down from the position of Minister, Lucius Malfoy had taken over and begun a short reign of terror. Fortunately, Ron was caught at that time, and Voldemort had been overthrown. Still, it had been hard on the two steadfast friends to kill their best friend, and most hated enemy. Suddenly, Harry turned to Hermione.
"Hermione."
"What, Harry?"
"I need your advice."
"Oh?" Harry rarely asked for advice, unless it was about girls. But this couldn't be about girls, could it? He had Ginny now.
"Ummm, it's like this. I, uh, think I have feelings for this girl."
"You mean, other than Ginny?"
"Yeah. I mean, we're friends now, this girl and I. But now I'm beginning to think that I might be."
"Romantically interested in her? Don't even THINK about leaving Ginny, Harry. If you did that, you would make one of the biggest mistakes of your life."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Now go and wash your brain so you forget this temporary attraction. You are practically married to Ginny. I vowed to see you and Ginny married, and I will not die without seeing it."
"OK, OK, I got the point." At that moment, Snape walked in, without the presence that he usually had when he walked into the room. He seemed worried and preoccupied, and it was clear that he was thinking of the same troublesome issue as Hermione. As he took his place at the high table, all eyes were riveted on him. Some of the girls began to whistle. At this, Snape looked up, smiling. The whistles grew louder, and many girls began to blush or even swoon. Severus enjoyed the attention. Never had he had such attention from females! He could get used to this. While he was looking around, though, he caught the eye of Hermione Granger, who was staring at him, not in the worshipping manner of the other girls, but with cinnamon eyes brimming with uncertainty, worry, and admiration. Harry saw her looking at Severus, and was surprised.
"Hermione, why are you staring at Snape? Don't tell me you think he is attractive? Oh, wait, you said that he was beautiful this morning. That would explain it. But I must ask you something. WHY DID YOU SAY THAT HE WAS BEAUTIFUL IN CLASS THIS MORNING?"
"Oh. Were you talking to me, Harry?"
"YEAH. I SAID, WHY DID YOU SAY THAT SNAPE WAS BEAUTIFUL THIS MORNING?" It was clear by the astonished looks on the faces of the other students that the entire student body had heard this. They quickly turned their gazes away from her, and began to talk faster than usual.
Hermione nudged Harry VERY hard. "What the fuck did you do that for?" she hissed, obviously very angry. Hermione Granger DID NOT swear, except if she had a REALLY good reason.
Harry was scared, with good reason. 'Holy shit,' he thought. 'Now I'm in for it.' "Hermione, calm down." Harry's tone was soothing. "No need to get upset. It was just an accident."
"You wait till I get you alone." Hermione's eyes were glittering dangerously.
"Um, yeah. Well, you have to go to detention, right?"
"Grrrrrrrr."
Harry backed away hurriedly. "Well.uhhh.see you later." He ran out of the room as fast as his legs could take him. Hermione visibly made herself relax, and walked toward the dungeons.
'Act only the way he does,' she thought. 'I will not be accused of crossing any lines then.'
She knocked on the door, and, after a second, it opened. She heard a voice from inside the room call "Come in!" Cautiously, she opened the door, and sidled in. Severus Snape was sitting at the desk, grading papers. He didn't look up as Hermione came in. "Sit down, Miss Granger." His voice was silky and dangerous.
Gulping, she took the seat that she had occupied during that fateful class that morning. When he didn't look up for some minutes, Hermione became frightened that he might have forgotten that she was in there. "Sir?" she ventured.
He raised his head. "Miss Granger, could you be quiet? This is detention. If you utter another word, I'll have to take points off Gryffindor."
"But, sir, you said that you were going to give me a project to work on for my thesis."
"Yes. But I am not so sure that it can be managed any more."
"Oh. But I was really looking forward to it."
"Get used to disappointment, girl."
This statement didn't agree with Hermione. "Excuse me, sir, but this is no time to be sad. Voldemort has been defeated. These are carefree days. I don't think there will be much in the way of disappointment for us, especially compared to the disappointment that we have experienced in the past few years."
"Hmmmm, you have a point- No! You are foolish and rude. Even with that oversized brain of yours, you should be able to hold up your head long enough to consider the fact that we still live in the real world, where everything ends in disappointment. And a point from Gryffindor for your impertinence."
"Sir, could I ask you something?"
"If you must, Miss Granger."
"Why are you such an asshole?"
Severus continued as he noted the shocked look on her face. "And what was the name of the man you met?"
"Steve." Hermione could barely gasp out the syllable. "So it was you." As the two figured out the real state of affairs, similar expressions of shock and horror diffused over their faces. Hermione hurriedly picked up her bookbag. "I have to go- arithmancy- see you tonight- thanks."She practically sprinted through the stone doorway, leaving the Potions Master staring after her, the familiar beginnings of a bad migraine shooting through his skull. He sat down heavily at his desk, his head in his hands. What had he gotten himself into? The Granger girl- no, he corrected himself, she was a woman now- probably thought that he was in love with her (which he was, said a nasty part of his mind); and that 'detention' tonight! What was he to do with her alone with him for a few hours in a secluded area of the castle? He might not be able to control himself. She would be so disgusted! And Severus Snape did NOT molest children!! No, he had to get used the fact that she was an adult woman. Well, still, it was against the law. So what was he to do? There was only one choice. He had to revert back to his greasy git state in order to prove to her that he had NO interest in he WHATSOEVER. Was that so hard? Severus seriously hoped not.
For Hermione, the events had been traumatizing. How was she to act now? Should she act seductively, interestedly, or just ignore any suggestion that anything had ever happened? She was quiet and troubled at lunch, and Harry became worried. "Hermione? Is there anything wrong?"
She looked at him, startled. "Why, no. I mean, nothing much."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, well if you must know, I was thinking about Ron. I just can't seem to get him out of my mind these days." Hermione lied glibly.
"Ahhh." The subject was touchy, and rarely mentioned. Ron's death had been both a good and bad thing for everyone- although he was a friend of Harry and Hermione, he had gone over to the Dark Side, and had become Voldemort's most prized follower, even closer than Lucius Malfoy. Harry had been forced to torture him for information, because he could resist Veritaserum, and Hermione had had to watch. Neither of them would forget the sight of Ron Weasley in the garb and mask of a Death Eater, screaming helplessly, stopping only to blurt out the names and places that were the answers to questions that had been troubling Dumbledore for quite some time. That time had been horrible- even the Ministry couldn't be trusted. After Cornelius Fudge had been forced stepped down from the position of Minister, Lucius Malfoy had taken over and begun a short reign of terror. Fortunately, Ron was caught at that time, and Voldemort had been overthrown. Still, it had been hard on the two steadfast friends to kill their best friend, and most hated enemy. Suddenly, Harry turned to Hermione.
"Hermione."
"What, Harry?"
"I need your advice."
"Oh?" Harry rarely asked for advice, unless it was about girls. But this couldn't be about girls, could it? He had Ginny now.
"Ummm, it's like this. I, uh, think I have feelings for this girl."
"You mean, other than Ginny?"
"Yeah. I mean, we're friends now, this girl and I. But now I'm beginning to think that I might be."
"Romantically interested in her? Don't even THINK about leaving Ginny, Harry. If you did that, you would make one of the biggest mistakes of your life."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Now go and wash your brain so you forget this temporary attraction. You are practically married to Ginny. I vowed to see you and Ginny married, and I will not die without seeing it."
"OK, OK, I got the point." At that moment, Snape walked in, without the presence that he usually had when he walked into the room. He seemed worried and preoccupied, and it was clear that he was thinking of the same troublesome issue as Hermione. As he took his place at the high table, all eyes were riveted on him. Some of the girls began to whistle. At this, Snape looked up, smiling. The whistles grew louder, and many girls began to blush or even swoon. Severus enjoyed the attention. Never had he had such attention from females! He could get used to this. While he was looking around, though, he caught the eye of Hermione Granger, who was staring at him, not in the worshipping manner of the other girls, but with cinnamon eyes brimming with uncertainty, worry, and admiration. Harry saw her looking at Severus, and was surprised.
"Hermione, why are you staring at Snape? Don't tell me you think he is attractive? Oh, wait, you said that he was beautiful this morning. That would explain it. But I must ask you something. WHY DID YOU SAY THAT HE WAS BEAUTIFUL IN CLASS THIS MORNING?"
"Oh. Were you talking to me, Harry?"
"YEAH. I SAID, WHY DID YOU SAY THAT SNAPE WAS BEAUTIFUL THIS MORNING?" It was clear by the astonished looks on the faces of the other students that the entire student body had heard this. They quickly turned their gazes away from her, and began to talk faster than usual.
Hermione nudged Harry VERY hard. "What the fuck did you do that for?" she hissed, obviously very angry. Hermione Granger DID NOT swear, except if she had a REALLY good reason.
Harry was scared, with good reason. 'Holy shit,' he thought. 'Now I'm in for it.' "Hermione, calm down." Harry's tone was soothing. "No need to get upset. It was just an accident."
"You wait till I get you alone." Hermione's eyes were glittering dangerously.
"Um, yeah. Well, you have to go to detention, right?"
"Grrrrrrrr."
Harry backed away hurriedly. "Well.uhhh.see you later." He ran out of the room as fast as his legs could take him. Hermione visibly made herself relax, and walked toward the dungeons.
'Act only the way he does,' she thought. 'I will not be accused of crossing any lines then.'
She knocked on the door, and, after a second, it opened. She heard a voice from inside the room call "Come in!" Cautiously, she opened the door, and sidled in. Severus Snape was sitting at the desk, grading papers. He didn't look up as Hermione came in. "Sit down, Miss Granger." His voice was silky and dangerous.
Gulping, she took the seat that she had occupied during that fateful class that morning. When he didn't look up for some minutes, Hermione became frightened that he might have forgotten that she was in there. "Sir?" she ventured.
He raised his head. "Miss Granger, could you be quiet? This is detention. If you utter another word, I'll have to take points off Gryffindor."
"But, sir, you said that you were going to give me a project to work on for my thesis."
"Yes. But I am not so sure that it can be managed any more."
"Oh. But I was really looking forward to it."
"Get used to disappointment, girl."
This statement didn't agree with Hermione. "Excuse me, sir, but this is no time to be sad. Voldemort has been defeated. These are carefree days. I don't think there will be much in the way of disappointment for us, especially compared to the disappointment that we have experienced in the past few years."
"Hmmmm, you have a point- No! You are foolish and rude. Even with that oversized brain of yours, you should be able to hold up your head long enough to consider the fact that we still live in the real world, where everything ends in disappointment. And a point from Gryffindor for your impertinence."
"Sir, could I ask you something?"
"If you must, Miss Granger."
"Why are you such an asshole?"