Always uneasy in his sleep, Snape shifted like a snake under the thin
bed covers, one arm tucked beneath his chest, the other swung across the
bed, over the bust of a lady that was stirring and awakening from last
nights festivity.
Hermione groaned at her aching and heavy cranium, cuddling close to the warmth that lay beside her. She stretched out lazily, one hand searching out her new surroundings. The first thought that sprung to her hazed mind, was that the bed was by far larger than what she was accustomed
to. Also... there was this matter about a warm wall of something or another, that had its legs entangled with hers.
Eyes flying open, she glared about in shock and confusion at her unfamiliar surroundings.
At first glance, she noticed she was currently occupying a double four-poster bed, with marine blue satin covers which.. 'oh god no', she thought, was about all she was currently wearing. It didn't take quite as long to notice that she was not alone, and that her current bedfellow, was not wearing very much else either. Her mind finally cleared enough to realize that..
'Oh, God, It's a man.'
She laid on her back, clutching the blanket to her bust in hope that at some point she would awaken from this nightmare. She tried to recollect the details of last night's event, but somewhere after having a row with Ron, and dancing with Neville Longbottom, it all seemed a bit foggy and distorted.
Carefully she drew her legs out from between her companion's, froze as he stirred, and held her breath in hope he didn't awaken. Her pulse increased as she lay petrified, building up the courage to oh-so-slowly raise her body up into a sitting position, carefully distributing her weight as to not cause a reaction from her bedfellow.
'Tall, skinny, old??? black long hair, rather pale.. hmm.. oh.. Oh.. OH GOD'
"OH GOD!"
she cried, clasping her mouth to stop her sudden outburst of whimpers..
'oh god no.. no no no no!!!'
Snape drew his arm from under his body and ran a hand through his tangle of hair, stroking his temple and wincing at the force of his hangover. He shifted to lie on his back, but was puzzled to find an obstacle blocking him; it didn't help that his stirring elicited a loud frightened whimper from the source.
He jerked around, ending up face to face with the frightened expression of Hermione, who let out a faint scream at the sight of him, and clutched the covers to her body.
Snape seemed equally astonished, and for once unable to formulate the words to say in correct order: "What the.. who.. how.. Miss.Granger?!? how!.. Oh Merlin"
Hermione broke in to tears, and Snape just glared at her, his lips struggling to formulate the appropriate words for the situation, and finally settling for a shout of
"What is Merlin's name is going on here?!?"
Hermione squirmed, and half ducked under the covers, continuing to cry..
"Tell me, NOW! What is this, a prank?"
"I.. I.. do not know.. Professor Snape" she whimpered, still in shock
"what do you mean you don't know? I have been teaching you for six years, and have been waiting for you to finally say those very words -- however, I never thought they'd be under *these* circumstances!"
The humoured remark stopped her crying, leaving her only astonished. Snape sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and trying to clear his aching mind. He was naked, she was naked -- somehow, there was little he could come up with in the way of sarcastic remarks, as he was busy trying to remember something of last night through the haze.
"Please.. Miss Granger.. spare me.. just tell me if this is one of your, Potter and Weasley's little games, please." He pleaded, in a soft, controlled voice.
"Professor, I.." she broke in tears again..
"Tell me!" he thundered..
"I don't remember."
"No!" he growled, looking a bit panicky himself, "This can't be happening!"
'This can't be happening'
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Thank you Nicole my friend in London, for beta reading it so that I can post this improved version *lots of hugs*
More chapters to come, I am struggling with where to take this..
sensitive snape cruel snape perverted snape
Maybe I should have a vote *laughs* No, I have written a few more chapters, but since I have gotten some comments on my punctuation, I decided to have them all beta read this time.
Oh poor Sevvy, Poor 'Mione, and how I love playing with them like puppets.. PUPPETS on a string.. dance puppets dance..
Hermione groaned at her aching and heavy cranium, cuddling close to the warmth that lay beside her. She stretched out lazily, one hand searching out her new surroundings. The first thought that sprung to her hazed mind, was that the bed was by far larger than what she was accustomed
to. Also... there was this matter about a warm wall of something or another, that had its legs entangled with hers.
Eyes flying open, she glared about in shock and confusion at her unfamiliar surroundings.
At first glance, she noticed she was currently occupying a double four-poster bed, with marine blue satin covers which.. 'oh god no', she thought, was about all she was currently wearing. It didn't take quite as long to notice that she was not alone, and that her current bedfellow, was not wearing very much else either. Her mind finally cleared enough to realize that..
'Oh, God, It's a man.'
She laid on her back, clutching the blanket to her bust in hope that at some point she would awaken from this nightmare. She tried to recollect the details of last night's event, but somewhere after having a row with Ron, and dancing with Neville Longbottom, it all seemed a bit foggy and distorted.
Carefully she drew her legs out from between her companion's, froze as he stirred, and held her breath in hope he didn't awaken. Her pulse increased as she lay petrified, building up the courage to oh-so-slowly raise her body up into a sitting position, carefully distributing her weight as to not cause a reaction from her bedfellow.
'Tall, skinny, old??? black long hair, rather pale.. hmm.. oh.. Oh.. OH GOD'
"OH GOD!"
she cried, clasping her mouth to stop her sudden outburst of whimpers..
'oh god no.. no no no no!!!'
Snape drew his arm from under his body and ran a hand through his tangle of hair, stroking his temple and wincing at the force of his hangover. He shifted to lie on his back, but was puzzled to find an obstacle blocking him; it didn't help that his stirring elicited a loud frightened whimper from the source.
He jerked around, ending up face to face with the frightened expression of Hermione, who let out a faint scream at the sight of him, and clutched the covers to her body.
Snape seemed equally astonished, and for once unable to formulate the words to say in correct order: "What the.. who.. how.. Miss.Granger?!? how!.. Oh Merlin"
Hermione broke in to tears, and Snape just glared at her, his lips struggling to formulate the appropriate words for the situation, and finally settling for a shout of
"What is Merlin's name is going on here?!?"
Hermione squirmed, and half ducked under the covers, continuing to cry..
"Tell me, NOW! What is this, a prank?"
"I.. I.. do not know.. Professor Snape" she whimpered, still in shock
"what do you mean you don't know? I have been teaching you for six years, and have been waiting for you to finally say those very words -- however, I never thought they'd be under *these* circumstances!"
The humoured remark stopped her crying, leaving her only astonished. Snape sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and trying to clear his aching mind. He was naked, she was naked -- somehow, there was little he could come up with in the way of sarcastic remarks, as he was busy trying to remember something of last night through the haze.
"Please.. Miss Granger.. spare me.. just tell me if this is one of your, Potter and Weasley's little games, please." He pleaded, in a soft, controlled voice.
"Professor, I.." she broke in tears again..
"Tell me!" he thundered..
"I don't remember."
"No!" he growled, looking a bit panicky himself, "This can't be happening!"
'This can't be happening'
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Thank you Nicole my friend in London, for beta reading it so that I can post this improved version *lots of hugs*
More chapters to come, I am struggling with where to take this..
sensitive snape cruel snape perverted snape
Maybe I should have a vote *laughs* No, I have written a few more chapters, but since I have gotten some comments on my punctuation, I decided to have them all beta read this time.
Oh poor Sevvy, Poor 'Mione, and how I love playing with them like puppets.. PUPPETS on a string.. dance puppets dance..