"Excuse me, are you Severus Snape?"
Glaring up at the female who was interrupting his work, Snape took his time to reply. He shuffled his papers, and heard her laugh. Allowing her curly dark brown hair to fall into her eyes she leaned forward and told him,
"You are exactly as Hermione described." That brought him sharply to attention.
"And who might you be?" he growled.
"Tiffany Agress, but you may call me Tiff if you like. Hermione wrote me asking for some advice, and I thought I'd let you know about it."
"I am hardly interested in the confusions of a teenage drama queen," Snape drawled. Tiff smiled, and replied in Hermione's voice,
"I don't know why I did it Aunt Tiff, but I still did. I kissed him. I enjoyed it, but. . . He's Snape, Aunt Tiff! He's Snape!"
"How the hell did you do that?" Snape growled. Laughing, Tiff returned her voice to normal.
"Years of training. But I see you are more interested in the drama now."
"Only because I believe you are here to blackmail me." Again Tiff laughed at him, fanning the flames of his temper. "This is no laughing matter, Miss Agress."
"I only find it amusing because I have no intention of blackmailing you. In fact, my intention was to simply tell you that I would be most pleased if you would at least let her down gently."
"Excuse me?" Snape lost his normal calm demeanor. While his mouth was not gaping open, it might as well have been.
"I told Hermione not to interfere with what came naturally to her. That being her crush on you. But, if you don't feel the same way, please be gentle when you tell her no. She's been through a lot, and I'd like her to come out as unscathed as possible."
"Are you suggesting that Miss Granger would actually approach me?" Heart-pounding, Snape tried not to think of the feel of Hermione in his arms, or the way she might smile if he said he cared for her too.
"She's Gryffindor, isn't she? She'll come and ask you soon, I'd guess. Just let her down easy, all right?" Tiff turned toward the door. Pausing in the frame, she turned and fixed Snape with an unreadable look.
"I happen to love my little Hermione, and I'd hate to see her get hurt again. I hope you feel the same way.
Glaring up at the female who was interrupting his work, Snape took his time to reply. He shuffled his papers, and heard her laugh. Allowing her curly dark brown hair to fall into her eyes she leaned forward and told him,
"You are exactly as Hermione described." That brought him sharply to attention.
"And who might you be?" he growled.
"Tiffany Agress, but you may call me Tiff if you like. Hermione wrote me asking for some advice, and I thought I'd let you know about it."
"I am hardly interested in the confusions of a teenage drama queen," Snape drawled. Tiff smiled, and replied in Hermione's voice,
"I don't know why I did it Aunt Tiff, but I still did. I kissed him. I enjoyed it, but. . . He's Snape, Aunt Tiff! He's Snape!"
"How the hell did you do that?" Snape growled. Laughing, Tiff returned her voice to normal.
"Years of training. But I see you are more interested in the drama now."
"Only because I believe you are here to blackmail me." Again Tiff laughed at him, fanning the flames of his temper. "This is no laughing matter, Miss Agress."
"I only find it amusing because I have no intention of blackmailing you. In fact, my intention was to simply tell you that I would be most pleased if you would at least let her down gently."
"Excuse me?" Snape lost his normal calm demeanor. While his mouth was not gaping open, it might as well have been.
"I told Hermione not to interfere with what came naturally to her. That being her crush on you. But, if you don't feel the same way, please be gentle when you tell her no. She's been through a lot, and I'd like her to come out as unscathed as possible."
"Are you suggesting that Miss Granger would actually approach me?" Heart-pounding, Snape tried not to think of the feel of Hermione in his arms, or the way she might smile if he said he cared for her too.
"She's Gryffindor, isn't she? She'll come and ask you soon, I'd guess. Just let her down easy, all right?" Tiff turned toward the door. Pausing in the frame, she turned and fixed Snape with an unreadable look.
"I happen to love my little Hermione, and I'd hate to see her get hurt again. I hope you feel the same way.