Hermione had settled in one of the tall armchairs, both legs tucked
underneath her, huddling together for some sense of security. Snape was
finishing off his second glass of whiskey, allowing some silence to fall
between them to ease the already built up tension. Both had come to a state
where they were able to view the situation with some clarity, if not
rationality. Snape had slipped back in to his role as a teacher, and fixed
Hermione with a look of contempt and disdain, an expression she was very
familiar with, from her time in his classroom. He leaned nonchalantly back
in his armchair, holding the whiskey glass aloft, and regarded her in a
rather penetrating and scrutinising fashion; it was enough to make her feel
naked again.
"Miss Granger, do you believe your fellow students have begun to speculate about your absence?" Shifting uncomfortably, she shook her head.
"No professor, as head girl I am given a single room, which only I have access to. If anybody comes knocking, they will either think I am already in the library, or having a rare lie-in"
"And what will you be telling them, if they so ask?" he leaned forward.
"I.. I don't quite know yet, I don't really know what to make of this at all" she replied nervously, suppressing an urge to lean back at his approach.
"Ah yes!" he finished off his whiskey and with a quick swish of his wand and the uttered words 'Retrisium' the glass and bottle flew up and floated in to a mahogany cabinet that stood near the hearth. "Let's get that out the way first.." he drew a deep breath "tell me Miss Granger, what exactly do you recall from last night.."
Hermione tugged her lower lip, an annoying habit which came when nervous. She shifted her gaze toward the flames. "Scarcely anything.. I.. I recall being in a debate with Ron, he didn't like the way that Zackery Rain a seventh year Hufflepuff, was holding me, said we were dancing too close.. Ron is always funny like that.. he.."
"spare me the details" Snape growled, and rolled his eyes. "just keep yourself to the highlights, if you can"
"Uhm, yes there isn't more to it then that. I was sipping some punch and watched Ginny and Harry dancing, and then Neville came and asked me if I wanted to dance, and so we did. Near the end I was feeling a bit light headed, and drowsy, so I decided to head outside for some fresh air. I can just remember trying to manoeuvring down some stairs, being frightened to fall, as I was awfully dizzy and nauseous.. "
"mmm.. I see.." Snape sunk back in his seat, turning quiet.
Truth be said, he was relieved! The only thing he could genuinely think would make the situation any worse, would be a school girls crush; not that he could think of any particular reasons for anybody to have an infatuation about him. He was hardly pleasant or particularly handsome, but he could at least rule out the possibility that somehow in his drunken state he had come across an over excited Hermione, who had willingly accompanied him, in hope of fulfilling some form of puppy love. In fact that he had even considered it, seemed ridiculous to him now, so he made a snicker that turned in to a scowl once catching a puzzled looking Hermione.
Keeping his lecturing tone, he regarded her with a look of contempt, and said in a near whisper, he usually used when wanting the complete attention of his students. "what do you think might have happened from there on.."
"I.. I dear not think..", she admitted ashamed, "do you believe we.. uhm..", she blushed turning quiet
"-Yes-" he replied coolly, continuing in a sarcastic, almost mocking tone: "I do believe we fornicated, if that is what you are asking"
Perhaps it was the confirmation of her fears, him choosing the word 'fornication', or even the mocking way he had pronounced it, as if waking up with students was a common issue of his, but a weak whimper erupted from throat of Hermione, and she clasped her mouth to quiet it, eyes watering.
"Well honestly, Miss Granger, if you can see any other explanation, I am all ears, but considering the facts and the given situation, I can see no other conclusions.", he added, in an irritable tone.
Hermione sank down in her chair completely at this, hiding her face behind her hands, and crying openly. Snape groaned out loud and rolled both his eyes and his neck at her childish behaviour, as watching her made him even more irritated. He stopped himself from snapping at her, and instead handing a silk handkerchief, and waited patiently until she spotted it and hesitantly took it from his grip. He reached forward and awkwardly patted her shoulder.
"Do not fret, Miss Granger," he said, his voice still lecturing and stiff, "It is not the end of the world; after all, it is not as if either of us remember anything, so it is probably best to just forget about it and move on".
"F.. forget?" she said in a sniffle, peering out from behind her hands "p.. professor, you do not understand, I am.. I mean, I was a virgin.. this was my very first time.." she watched him, awaiting a reaction, but Snape remained untouched by her remark.
"Oh I didn't expect you to understand!" she howled, vanishing once more behind her hands and continued sobbing.
Snape ground his teeth together, suppressing an urge to smack her; instead he groaned in an tired tone, "Well no, I do not see what all this moaning is about. You should consider yourself quite lucky, after all, from what I hear, many women find their first time a horrendous experience -- since you don't remember, this will never become an issue of yours"
It was plain logic to him, and he couldn't understand what she was raving about. She obviously didn't recollect the experience, so her behaviour was completely irrational, he thought. After his remark, she had stopped crying long enough to turn to look at him, study him, shudder, then return to her weeping, to the shaking of her head, and her murmuring of nonsense under her breath. Snape sighed; it looked to be a longer discussion then he had planned. 'Oh well' he thought, surrendering, there was only one thing to be done about it: the British salutation to everything.
Rising to his feet, Snape walked over and placed a small cauldron of water on the current blazing fire, and with some magical help he had the water boiling within seconds. He glimpsed back at Hermione who was still weeping, more quietly now then before, whimpering more instead, and wiping herself on his handkerchief -- obviously forcing herself to calm damn. He picked a canister from off the mantelpiece, and using a tea strainer, he swirled some herbal mixture in to her cup, adding some milk and sugar.
A shaken Hermione watched him attentively, curious of what he was making; when offered a cup, though, she pulled back, shaking both hands before her, her body language rejecting Snape's brew.
"It's just tea, Miss Granger' he said imperiously, 'it will do just as good as any potion I can conjure up". He forced it into her hands, and she took it, sipping it under the scrutinizing eyes of the man. It did help; still sniffling and shaking, she managed to calm herself, watching Snape seated in a crouched position before her, both hands resting on each side of the chair, and his hollow black eyes focusing. "Feeling better?" he asked in soft but chilling tone. She nodded her reply.
"Good" he said, leaning forward, which in turn causing her to sink back, his person intimidating but not all too threatening, his eyes attentive but not welcoming "Now, I want you to listen to me, Hermione, this is extremely important:", the use of her first name startled her, more so then the silky soft and warning tone his voice. "You will not mention this to anybody, do you understand?", he said in a soft whisper, "nobody, not even your precious friends, Potter and Weasley!"
She didn't reply, but just watched him attentively as he continued, "if any of this comes out, not only are you risking -my- job, good name and reputation, but there is chance you will face suspension as well, as this is hardly the appropriate behaviour of a student, and especially not that of Head girl, who is supposed to be a role model for the whole of the school." He leaned in on her, his hooked nose inches from her face; Hermione swallowed, having no voice to bare, and simply nodded her agreement, sinking back.
"I am serious, Hermione, if you as much as whisper a single word about this to anybody, out side or inside this school, I'll personally make certain that any hopes you have regarding the presence or the future, will never come to fruitition". His lips curled into a nasty little sneer; "I have no desire to threaten you, but I wish for you to understand the importance of which I speak, and this unfortunate situation!"
She swallowed hard, and replied in a tone that came out more of a squeak then intended, "Yes, Professor Snape"
The terrified expression pleased him, and he pulled back with a satisfied smirk on his lips, regarding her, before rising back at her feet straightening his robes. "Good! Now finish your tea", he said dismissively, settling back in his own chair.
She obeyed him, clutching the warm cup close to her chest possessively, taking short but repeated sips while trying to ease her mind, and watching the silence of the room settle on her once again.
So this was to be her first sexual encounter, she mused. Rather ironic, really, that it would be with a professor; she basically lived and breathed schoolwork already -- why not sleep with it as well. The corner of her mouth twitched up in a faint grin which, luckily, Snape didn't catch. Yes, laughing at it, that was about the only solution she could think of, and which she hadn't already tried. Laugh, accept and forget! Sticking with the irony, she couldn't really think of any other teacher she would rather have awoken next to: Professor Binns was dead, Professor Flitwick was uhm.. short?, Professor Dumbledore and Vector was old, and Hagrid was well, only half human. Snape only dysfunction was that he was a sleazy and arrogant prick, she though, calling a spade a spade. She sipped her tea.
Snape was the one teacher in whole of Hogwarts who received any volume of sexually related remarks at all. Being just about the only teacher people thought capable of reproducing, mixed with the danger of making any daring remark about his person, made him the perfect target. 'I bet he is so uptight 'cause he has never gotten laid' was among the more common of jokes, along with 'I bet he is gay; that's why he gives all the pure blood boys in his house such special attention, in hope of some -special- attention in return'
She downed the last of her tea and sat the cup aside, turning her attention back to him. "Professor, if there is nothing more, I had better get back to my room now.."
"Actually there is one more thing Miss Granger" a dark voice sounded from the depth of the opposite arm chair. She perked up, and looked his way.
"I don't believe ether of us actually thought of applying any contraceptives, and I assume you are not on any pills or potions?"
She couldn't believe he had really asked, and suppressed an urge to frown at him, shaking her head.
"of course not Professor, I didn't think waking up in the bed of a teacher was situation I should have prepared for" he scowled at her "Don't be cheeky, Miss Granger" he warned her, and she bit her lip, holding back an urge to snap back.
"Now, I for one would rather be safe then sorry, so I'll develop a simple potion to prevent you from being" he hesitated, and sneered "with child". He observed her as she went pallid, realising the possibility. "Tomorrow, after class, stay behind, and I'll give you some, and the instructions to follow: it should be fool proof, and I'll rather not have you prove me wrong on this."
"Yes, Professor Snape", the reply sounding more confident then she felt. Little more was said, and she hurried her agreements and promises to keep quiet, before stumbling out the door and back to the Gryffindor towers.
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Oh stay put, this is not the end, more conflicts in the next chapter, when somebody else finds out about the.. 'fornication' (*laughs* I love that word :P It just doesn't sound right)
I like my Snape mean, and extra spicy.. I don't know how 'in character' I manage to write them, so some judgement please? *smiles*
How do you like your Snape?
Hmm, this story is something I have been playing with over the Christmas holidays, wile not enjoying the heavy snow of Norway. Now I am heading back to England, and that means school will be first priority. I will try to update it once a week, but don't hold me to it, since Ill be writing it in school labs, and internet cafes.. (but I promise I wont give up on it yet)
"Miss Granger, do you believe your fellow students have begun to speculate about your absence?" Shifting uncomfortably, she shook her head.
"No professor, as head girl I am given a single room, which only I have access to. If anybody comes knocking, they will either think I am already in the library, or having a rare lie-in"
"And what will you be telling them, if they so ask?" he leaned forward.
"I.. I don't quite know yet, I don't really know what to make of this at all" she replied nervously, suppressing an urge to lean back at his approach.
"Ah yes!" he finished off his whiskey and with a quick swish of his wand and the uttered words 'Retrisium' the glass and bottle flew up and floated in to a mahogany cabinet that stood near the hearth. "Let's get that out the way first.." he drew a deep breath "tell me Miss Granger, what exactly do you recall from last night.."
Hermione tugged her lower lip, an annoying habit which came when nervous. She shifted her gaze toward the flames. "Scarcely anything.. I.. I recall being in a debate with Ron, he didn't like the way that Zackery Rain a seventh year Hufflepuff, was holding me, said we were dancing too close.. Ron is always funny like that.. he.."
"spare me the details" Snape growled, and rolled his eyes. "just keep yourself to the highlights, if you can"
"Uhm, yes there isn't more to it then that. I was sipping some punch and watched Ginny and Harry dancing, and then Neville came and asked me if I wanted to dance, and so we did. Near the end I was feeling a bit light headed, and drowsy, so I decided to head outside for some fresh air. I can just remember trying to manoeuvring down some stairs, being frightened to fall, as I was awfully dizzy and nauseous.. "
"mmm.. I see.." Snape sunk back in his seat, turning quiet.
Truth be said, he was relieved! The only thing he could genuinely think would make the situation any worse, would be a school girls crush; not that he could think of any particular reasons for anybody to have an infatuation about him. He was hardly pleasant or particularly handsome, but he could at least rule out the possibility that somehow in his drunken state he had come across an over excited Hermione, who had willingly accompanied him, in hope of fulfilling some form of puppy love. In fact that he had even considered it, seemed ridiculous to him now, so he made a snicker that turned in to a scowl once catching a puzzled looking Hermione.
Keeping his lecturing tone, he regarded her with a look of contempt, and said in a near whisper, he usually used when wanting the complete attention of his students. "what do you think might have happened from there on.."
"I.. I dear not think..", she admitted ashamed, "do you believe we.. uhm..", she blushed turning quiet
"-Yes-" he replied coolly, continuing in a sarcastic, almost mocking tone: "I do believe we fornicated, if that is what you are asking"
Perhaps it was the confirmation of her fears, him choosing the word 'fornication', or even the mocking way he had pronounced it, as if waking up with students was a common issue of his, but a weak whimper erupted from throat of Hermione, and she clasped her mouth to quiet it, eyes watering.
"Well honestly, Miss Granger, if you can see any other explanation, I am all ears, but considering the facts and the given situation, I can see no other conclusions.", he added, in an irritable tone.
Hermione sank down in her chair completely at this, hiding her face behind her hands, and crying openly. Snape groaned out loud and rolled both his eyes and his neck at her childish behaviour, as watching her made him even more irritated. He stopped himself from snapping at her, and instead handing a silk handkerchief, and waited patiently until she spotted it and hesitantly took it from his grip. He reached forward and awkwardly patted her shoulder.
"Do not fret, Miss Granger," he said, his voice still lecturing and stiff, "It is not the end of the world; after all, it is not as if either of us remember anything, so it is probably best to just forget about it and move on".
"F.. forget?" she said in a sniffle, peering out from behind her hands "p.. professor, you do not understand, I am.. I mean, I was a virgin.. this was my very first time.." she watched him, awaiting a reaction, but Snape remained untouched by her remark.
"Oh I didn't expect you to understand!" she howled, vanishing once more behind her hands and continued sobbing.
Snape ground his teeth together, suppressing an urge to smack her; instead he groaned in an tired tone, "Well no, I do not see what all this moaning is about. You should consider yourself quite lucky, after all, from what I hear, many women find their first time a horrendous experience -- since you don't remember, this will never become an issue of yours"
It was plain logic to him, and he couldn't understand what she was raving about. She obviously didn't recollect the experience, so her behaviour was completely irrational, he thought. After his remark, she had stopped crying long enough to turn to look at him, study him, shudder, then return to her weeping, to the shaking of her head, and her murmuring of nonsense under her breath. Snape sighed; it looked to be a longer discussion then he had planned. 'Oh well' he thought, surrendering, there was only one thing to be done about it: the British salutation to everything.
Rising to his feet, Snape walked over and placed a small cauldron of water on the current blazing fire, and with some magical help he had the water boiling within seconds. He glimpsed back at Hermione who was still weeping, more quietly now then before, whimpering more instead, and wiping herself on his handkerchief -- obviously forcing herself to calm damn. He picked a canister from off the mantelpiece, and using a tea strainer, he swirled some herbal mixture in to her cup, adding some milk and sugar.
A shaken Hermione watched him attentively, curious of what he was making; when offered a cup, though, she pulled back, shaking both hands before her, her body language rejecting Snape's brew.
"It's just tea, Miss Granger' he said imperiously, 'it will do just as good as any potion I can conjure up". He forced it into her hands, and she took it, sipping it under the scrutinizing eyes of the man. It did help; still sniffling and shaking, she managed to calm herself, watching Snape seated in a crouched position before her, both hands resting on each side of the chair, and his hollow black eyes focusing. "Feeling better?" he asked in soft but chilling tone. She nodded her reply.
"Good" he said, leaning forward, which in turn causing her to sink back, his person intimidating but not all too threatening, his eyes attentive but not welcoming "Now, I want you to listen to me, Hermione, this is extremely important:", the use of her first name startled her, more so then the silky soft and warning tone his voice. "You will not mention this to anybody, do you understand?", he said in a soft whisper, "nobody, not even your precious friends, Potter and Weasley!"
She didn't reply, but just watched him attentively as he continued, "if any of this comes out, not only are you risking -my- job, good name and reputation, but there is chance you will face suspension as well, as this is hardly the appropriate behaviour of a student, and especially not that of Head girl, who is supposed to be a role model for the whole of the school." He leaned in on her, his hooked nose inches from her face; Hermione swallowed, having no voice to bare, and simply nodded her agreement, sinking back.
"I am serious, Hermione, if you as much as whisper a single word about this to anybody, out side or inside this school, I'll personally make certain that any hopes you have regarding the presence or the future, will never come to fruitition". His lips curled into a nasty little sneer; "I have no desire to threaten you, but I wish for you to understand the importance of which I speak, and this unfortunate situation!"
She swallowed hard, and replied in a tone that came out more of a squeak then intended, "Yes, Professor Snape"
The terrified expression pleased him, and he pulled back with a satisfied smirk on his lips, regarding her, before rising back at her feet straightening his robes. "Good! Now finish your tea", he said dismissively, settling back in his own chair.
She obeyed him, clutching the warm cup close to her chest possessively, taking short but repeated sips while trying to ease her mind, and watching the silence of the room settle on her once again.
So this was to be her first sexual encounter, she mused. Rather ironic, really, that it would be with a professor; she basically lived and breathed schoolwork already -- why not sleep with it as well. The corner of her mouth twitched up in a faint grin which, luckily, Snape didn't catch. Yes, laughing at it, that was about the only solution she could think of, and which she hadn't already tried. Laugh, accept and forget! Sticking with the irony, she couldn't really think of any other teacher she would rather have awoken next to: Professor Binns was dead, Professor Flitwick was uhm.. short?, Professor Dumbledore and Vector was old, and Hagrid was well, only half human. Snape only dysfunction was that he was a sleazy and arrogant prick, she though, calling a spade a spade. She sipped her tea.
Snape was the one teacher in whole of Hogwarts who received any volume of sexually related remarks at all. Being just about the only teacher people thought capable of reproducing, mixed with the danger of making any daring remark about his person, made him the perfect target. 'I bet he is so uptight 'cause he has never gotten laid' was among the more common of jokes, along with 'I bet he is gay; that's why he gives all the pure blood boys in his house such special attention, in hope of some -special- attention in return'
She downed the last of her tea and sat the cup aside, turning her attention back to him. "Professor, if there is nothing more, I had better get back to my room now.."
"Actually there is one more thing Miss Granger" a dark voice sounded from the depth of the opposite arm chair. She perked up, and looked his way.
"I don't believe ether of us actually thought of applying any contraceptives, and I assume you are not on any pills or potions?"
She couldn't believe he had really asked, and suppressed an urge to frown at him, shaking her head.
"of course not Professor, I didn't think waking up in the bed of a teacher was situation I should have prepared for" he scowled at her "Don't be cheeky, Miss Granger" he warned her, and she bit her lip, holding back an urge to snap back.
"Now, I for one would rather be safe then sorry, so I'll develop a simple potion to prevent you from being" he hesitated, and sneered "with child". He observed her as she went pallid, realising the possibility. "Tomorrow, after class, stay behind, and I'll give you some, and the instructions to follow: it should be fool proof, and I'll rather not have you prove me wrong on this."
"Yes, Professor Snape", the reply sounding more confident then she felt. Little more was said, and she hurried her agreements and promises to keep quiet, before stumbling out the door and back to the Gryffindor towers.
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Oh stay put, this is not the end, more conflicts in the next chapter, when somebody else finds out about the.. 'fornication' (*laughs* I love that word :P It just doesn't sound right)
I like my Snape mean, and extra spicy.. I don't know how 'in character' I manage to write them, so some judgement please? *smiles*
How do you like your Snape?
Hmm, this story is something I have been playing with over the Christmas holidays, wile not enjoying the heavy snow of Norway. Now I am heading back to England, and that means school will be first priority. I will try to update it once a week, but don't hold me to it, since Ill be writing it in school labs, and internet cafes.. (but I promise I wont give up on it yet)