"Come on, 'Mione! You'll be late for the train!"
"Harry Potter, don't tell me you've forgotten?"
"What's keeping you two?" Ron called from the bottom of the stairs. "We're going to miss the train!"
"Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, you both forgot!" Hemrione accused, looking hurt.
"Oh, geez, 'Mione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dredge that up again. See you at the start of term. Send me loads of owls, will you?" Harry said in a rush, hugging Hermione enthusiastically. As he finshed, he whispered in her ear, "And try to keep Snape entertained. He's a lot nicer since you've been rubbing off on him."
"Not that much nicer," Hermione returned, thinking about her OWLs. She had told Harry, but they both decided to keep it from Ron for just a bit longer.
"Right then, come on Harry! See you next year, 'Mione!" Ron did not bother to come up the stairs. After an entire year of fighting over small things, Hermione had insisted they both take a break. Which she then informed him was the entire summer, unless they had something nice to say.
"Next year, Ron," she called back, and waved to them. She had already said her goodbyes to everyone else. Turning back to look at the empty dormitory, Hermione wondered if she was going to miss them all that much. Yeah, she would, she decided, wiping away a threatening tear.
Deciding that the common room was too quiet for her right now, she left through the portrait hole. The teachers would be leaving next week. But Severus had promised to stay with her all summer. Not just to Hermione, either. Dumbledore had requested it- though Hermione had a feeling he wanted them to spend more time together.
"Must think I'm a good influence," Hermione thought to herself with a small smile. She turned her steps to the dungeon. After a whole month of little to no contact due to her OWLs, Hermione desperately wanted to see Severus.
She snuck up to the door of the potions classroom, and was relieved to see he was there alone. In fact, he had not even noticed her yet. With a bit of a mischievious twinkle in her eye, she snuck up behind him, and placed her arms around his waist. He spun in her arms, but seeing who she was, he relaxed.
"Hermione, don't do that."
"What?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. He raised an eyebrow at her, and then bent down to whisper in her ear,
"You know exactly what. Don't sneak up on me, or else I might think you were someone else. I love, and I don't want to hurt you. Please be more careful."
"I'm careful. I shut the door, you know," Hermione said, pouting. Severus took in a deep breath, and then kissed her cheek.
"Hermione, I am glad you did that, but do not sneak up on me, understand?"
"All right, I won't. Are you glad to be rid of us brats for the summer?" she teased, sitting on a table.
"I seem to have missed one," he growled playfully. Hermione pretended to be worried.
"Are you going to give me detention?"
"I- Hermione, was that. . . a come on?"
"Maybe," Hermione said flippantly. She tossed her hair over one shoulder.
"Now I know you're flirting," Severus muttered. Hermione laughed, and hopped down off of the table.
"I think we might want to talk about this," she said thoughtfully.
"Now?" Severus was caught off guard.
"Now. Do you know, I dream about you almost every night? You're the object of dozens of fantasies. I'm in love with you, Severus, but I'm also a human being."
"You're saying. . ?" He tried hard to ignore the tightening of his pants.
"I'm saying that I want to get into your pants. I know I shouldn't yet, but it just gets harder and harder every time I see you." Hermione blushed at her choice of words. "That sounds so much better inside my head."
"Hermione. . . I feel the same way, but we can't. I'm still your teacher."
"Not now you aren't," Hermione argued. "It's summer."
"Don't. Tempt. Me." Severus bit out. Blinking, Hermione realized she may just have aroused her beloved.
"You mean. . ." Hermione blushed deeper. "I arouse you too?"
"You have no idea what you do to me," Severus growled. This was getting out of hand. He had to stop her before she started him down a path that would affect both of them for the rest of their lives.
"Oh. Sorry." Hating awkward silences as she did, Hermione tried to think of something more to say.
"Maybe we should have lunch," Severus suggested. He was not overly fond of those strange pauses that came with difficult subject matter either.
"Is it lunch time already?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"It is now," Severus muttered under his breath. Seeing Hermione's puzzled expression, he said a bit more loudly, "Yes, it is. What would you like?"
"Food," Hermione said with an impish grin. Severus sighed. This was going to be a long summer.
"Harry Potter, don't tell me you've forgotten?"
"What's keeping you two?" Ron called from the bottom of the stairs. "We're going to miss the train!"
"Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, you both forgot!" Hemrione accused, looking hurt.
"Oh, geez, 'Mione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dredge that up again. See you at the start of term. Send me loads of owls, will you?" Harry said in a rush, hugging Hermione enthusiastically. As he finshed, he whispered in her ear, "And try to keep Snape entertained. He's a lot nicer since you've been rubbing off on him."
"Not that much nicer," Hermione returned, thinking about her OWLs. She had told Harry, but they both decided to keep it from Ron for just a bit longer.
"Right then, come on Harry! See you next year, 'Mione!" Ron did not bother to come up the stairs. After an entire year of fighting over small things, Hermione had insisted they both take a break. Which she then informed him was the entire summer, unless they had something nice to say.
"Next year, Ron," she called back, and waved to them. She had already said her goodbyes to everyone else. Turning back to look at the empty dormitory, Hermione wondered if she was going to miss them all that much. Yeah, she would, she decided, wiping away a threatening tear.
Deciding that the common room was too quiet for her right now, she left through the portrait hole. The teachers would be leaving next week. But Severus had promised to stay with her all summer. Not just to Hermione, either. Dumbledore had requested it- though Hermione had a feeling he wanted them to spend more time together.
"Must think I'm a good influence," Hermione thought to herself with a small smile. She turned her steps to the dungeon. After a whole month of little to no contact due to her OWLs, Hermione desperately wanted to see Severus.
She snuck up to the door of the potions classroom, and was relieved to see he was there alone. In fact, he had not even noticed her yet. With a bit of a mischievious twinkle in her eye, she snuck up behind him, and placed her arms around his waist. He spun in her arms, but seeing who she was, he relaxed.
"Hermione, don't do that."
"What?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. He raised an eyebrow at her, and then bent down to whisper in her ear,
"You know exactly what. Don't sneak up on me, or else I might think you were someone else. I love, and I don't want to hurt you. Please be more careful."
"I'm careful. I shut the door, you know," Hermione said, pouting. Severus took in a deep breath, and then kissed her cheek.
"Hermione, I am glad you did that, but do not sneak up on me, understand?"
"All right, I won't. Are you glad to be rid of us brats for the summer?" she teased, sitting on a table.
"I seem to have missed one," he growled playfully. Hermione pretended to be worried.
"Are you going to give me detention?"
"I- Hermione, was that. . . a come on?"
"Maybe," Hermione said flippantly. She tossed her hair over one shoulder.
"Now I know you're flirting," Severus muttered. Hermione laughed, and hopped down off of the table.
"I think we might want to talk about this," she said thoughtfully.
"Now?" Severus was caught off guard.
"Now. Do you know, I dream about you almost every night? You're the object of dozens of fantasies. I'm in love with you, Severus, but I'm also a human being."
"You're saying. . ?" He tried hard to ignore the tightening of his pants.
"I'm saying that I want to get into your pants. I know I shouldn't yet, but it just gets harder and harder every time I see you." Hermione blushed at her choice of words. "That sounds so much better inside my head."
"Hermione. . . I feel the same way, but we can't. I'm still your teacher."
"Not now you aren't," Hermione argued. "It's summer."
"Don't. Tempt. Me." Severus bit out. Blinking, Hermione realized she may just have aroused her beloved.
"You mean. . ." Hermione blushed deeper. "I arouse you too?"
"You have no idea what you do to me," Severus growled. This was getting out of hand. He had to stop her before she started him down a path that would affect both of them for the rest of their lives.
"Oh. Sorry." Hating awkward silences as she did, Hermione tried to think of something more to say.
"Maybe we should have lunch," Severus suggested. He was not overly fond of those strange pauses that came with difficult subject matter either.
"Is it lunch time already?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"It is now," Severus muttered under his breath. Seeing Hermione's puzzled expression, he said a bit more loudly, "Yes, it is. What would you like?"
"Food," Hermione said with an impish grin. Severus sighed. This was going to be a long summer.