Title: A Schoolgirl's Fantasy
Author: Her Lover's Spy
Rating: PG-13 for now, R later
Pairing: Hermione/Snape
Keywords: Sting and the Police, Forbidden, Accusations Setting: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry and the gangs 7th year AN: Mild hint of slash between Draco and Harry, not much, just a little kissing, a reviewer asked for warning so there you have it. Otherwise, just read.
All standard disclaimers apply: Yadda Yadda Yadda, J. K. Rowling *grumble*, Yadda Yadda, Scholastic, Yadda Yadda Yadda, Lucky Bastards! Well, you can't have everything, right? Remember all praise the mighty Goddess who is J. K. Rowling, besides, it's rumored that she may be one of the richest people in the publishing business now a days.
Ch 2. Edwardian Romantic
How could he think that? Her inner emotions were in turmoil; she was not a whore, though if he thought that, so be it. Sunday: the last Hogsmeade trip before Halloween. All of the older students, 6th and 7th years, were heading off to get their costumes for the Halloween ball, a new addition to brighten the upperclassmen's' spirits. A costume ball would definitely ease up her mood considerably. Normally she wouldn't have gone to anything like this, instead she would have been studying, but if this war had taught her anything, it was that you needed to let your hair down.
She wouldn't let him drag her down, Professor or not, she didn't care if he was a god; no one called her a slut lightly. Had it not been for the fact that he had such a horrible night she would have enjoyed the sunshine, but at current rate, it was mocking her. The fat lady smiled intently at Hermione when she said the password, "Cleocatra," - it seemed that Lavender was still enthralled with the cat that Justin Finch-Fletchey had gotten her for their anniversary. Hermione put on her best face and went in, knowing that Harry and Ron were going to interrogate her about her stint in the dungeons.
She waltzed in the room, smiling larger when Ron gestured for her to take a seat next to him. He and Harry were playing a game of wizard's chess underneath one of the windows, taking in the opportunity to relax underneath the sunshine. Taking her seat, Hermione watched the two at the game, but when it was over she couldn't help but tease Harry gently about Ron's victory. "Really, Harry, one would have thought that you'd of given up by now. Ron beats you at almost every game!"
After looking up from the gameboard Harry smiled broadly, "Almost every game, exactly. That means I still have a chance."
Ron just laughed before he stood up, "You have no chance, mate. I am the champion of wizard's chess!"
"Oh, be quiet, you big oaf!" Hermione playfully poked him in the stomach. "You both know that you have no chance against me!"
Seizing the opportunity, the girl grabbed one of the many pillows off of a couch and attacked both of her friends, laughing like mad when they both joined in. Harry jumped back out of the fray when his glasses got knocked off and started a commentary on the fight in front of him. "And the Hogwarts Head-girl scores an excellent hit against the Gryffindor chaser. Oooh, it's looking bad for the bloke, wait, wait, he gets a shot in, seems like the tides might be turning in this match!" Hermione could tell that she was about to lose against her much bigger opponent and dragged Harry back in, hitting him squarely on top of his head. A quick scuffle ensued, and when all of the members of this particular war slumped to the ground, they couldn't help but laugh.
Hermione, grinning wickedly, half-heartedly hit Ron again, but fell on top of him when she tried to get up. "So, who won?"
Kneeling in front of her, Harry and Ron looked exactly like they were begging for mercy. "Forgive us, O mighty queen, we should have never doubted your superior battle skills in the art of pillow fighting." Harry would have made it seem real, except for the fact that Ron was rapidly losing his composure and burst out laughing. Laughing herself, Hermione gave them both hugs, friends and pillows could do a world of good for a grump.
"All right, get up you two! It is good to see that you finally accept your station in life,"
"Humph!" Harry snorted.
"But, what I came down here to do, before I was so rudely interrupted, was to ask if you were going to Hogsmeade. I still need to get a costume for the ball." The two boys gaped, Hermione? Going to the costume ball? This was too good to miss!
"Sure, we were going. I still need to get mine, and I hope Ron's going to get one, after all his face is too scary even for Halloween!" Ron puffed up after hitting his best friend on the shoulder jokingly.
"At least I haven't got such a hideous scare to frighten everybody!"
"He's right, Harry, but he's still got that awful, flaming red hair!" Teasing each other all the way, the trio grabbed their cloaks and headed towards Hogsmeade. This was going to be a good day, even if it had been a horrible night.
~o0o~
"Stop it, you two! Enough!" Hermione had to bash both of the playful friends on the head with one of her shopping bags when they berated her about going to the bookstore once more. Luckily the bag that held the books was currently in Ron's hand, she wasn't quite sure if it was an act of gallantry on his part, or if it was just a desperate attempt to keep it out of her reach.
"Oi, watch it, 'Mione! Keep doing that and you just might kill me."
"Ron, it would take more than a bag full of candy to kill you, your head's as hard as rock." To emphasize her point she lightly knocked on his head.
"Oh, come on, my hard head has saved you more times than you can count and you know it. If it weren't for me and Harry gettin you outta trouble, I think that you would be dead."
Hermione scowled at the tall redhead, "Yeah, you may have saved me, but look how many detentions we got!"
"Oh, shut up you two. Are we going to go and get our costumes or what? I told Draco that I'd meet him at the Three Broomsticks in an hour." Harry grinned a little and Ron nearly choked, Hermione just laughed at the way they looked.
"Ok, then, lets get to Gladrags, we don't want to keep Draco waiting. Or Harry for that matter!" She laughed at Harry's blush; it could have rivaled a tomato.
~o0o~
Coming out of the dressing room, Hermione spun a little to bring out the dress, it made her feel absolutely wonderful. The dress looked like something out of the Edwardian era with an empress waist and flowing skirt that floated with every step. She looked to Ron, "How do I look?"
The redhead in front of her did a double take, beautiful came to mind, quickly followed by ravishing, then following closely was beautiful again. Gathering his wits he gazed at her again. "Hermione, you look wonderful, beautiful."
Hermione smiled at him.
"No, I mean it. You look absolutely fabulous." Ron chewed on his lip for a few seconds. "Hermione, I meant to ask you before, but Harry was around, will you, um." In a fit of bashfulness that was no longer a normal thing to Ron, he faltered for a second. "I know that the costume ball isn't anything like the Yule Ball, but, ah, will you go with me? As boyfriend, girlfriend?" There. He had said it. Looks like Harry was right.
The brunette before him gave him a hug, quickly followed by a light kiss, "Yes, Ron. I'll go with you." Hermione happily changed back into her clothes and purchased her new costume. The two left hand in hand towards the Three Broomsticks, where they were to meet Harry and Draco.
~o0o~
"Severus, I realize that you and Miss Granger aren't exactly on good terms any more, but she is the only student here, or anyone here, besides yourself, who is capable of helping you brew this potion. Now, I don't know what caused you two to start bickering again," Your sneaking suspicions, Snape's dark side snickered to him. "I do know that you need help with this, though."
"Headmaster, while I know that you,"
"Severus, I know you hate to hear it but you do need help on this particular project. Even your mentor said that it would be foolish to attempt this without assistance. Normally, I would just suggest that you work with Robinsfield; however, under these circumstances, you need someone with an opposite influence. You need a woman to brew this, and it certainly helps that the one in question is the best friend of Harry. He will need all power he can get, and with Hermione contributing her skills and her goodwill, the Kokopeshi Pellia will be certainly more powerful than if it were just brewed by you. Think of the parallel of opposites, my dear boy!" The genial old man peered at Severus through his famous half-moon spectacles, his youngest professor was going to straighten this matter out if he wanted to or not.
Severus Snape realized that he had lost this particular argument and just downed all of the whiskey in his tumbler; Albus had a way of making things go in his favor.
"Yes, it's funny how that happens isn't it?" Damn that man for being able to read minds. "Don't worry about talking to Miss Granger, I'll take care of that. Thank you ever so much for stopping by for a whiskey, I always enjoy our little chats!"
Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, the dark man rose and left dramatically, even throwing a scowl or two in the direction of the numerous portraits upon the office walls. Damn the Headmaster and damn that annoying little witch for being so brilliant. His mind just laughed at him again, That's not what you're damning her for and you know it. You like her intelligence. Looks like you can't hide from your own mind.
~o0o~
Madam Rosemerta set down two more butterbeers in front of Harry and Draco, giving them a barely undetectable wink. Draco smiled wickedly and Harry blushed, at least someone approved of their relationship. Harry took a sip of his butterbeer and said "I wonder if Ron did it yet?"
Draco draped an arm across his boyfriend's shoulders, "If Ron did what, exactly?"
It seemed as if Harry just realized he had spoken aloud. "If Ron has asked Hermione to be his girlfriend yet. I've been telling him he should for weeks. I don't know if you saw yesterday, but the kiss he gave her definitely wasn't exactly a friendly peck on the cheek."
"If I remember correctly, my Goldenboy, I was preoccupied."
"Yeah, I know, if you tickled my knee one more time I thought I was going to kill you." Draco pouted dramatically. "Don't do that."
"Why?" He continued to pout.
"Because it's not fair."
"And why is it not fair?"
"Because then you just look like you need to be kissed." Harry punctuated his words with actions, what was intended to be just a quick little kiss soon became a full snog, until it was interrupted by a polite cough.
"I thought that we were supposed to meet our friends here, but I think they're a little, what's the word? Oh, yes, preoccupied, that's it! Maybe we should go to another table, Ron?" Harry and Draco broke apart blushing and gestured to the spare seats. Taking Hermione's cloak, Ron helped her into her seat and Harry quirked an eyebrow. Animate discussion ensued, mostly about quidditch, due to the fact that there were three guys sitting at the table who were fanatical about the sport. The young witch sitting at the table quickly got bored and excused herself after seeing Lavender, the boys could talk on their own.
"So?"
"So what?"
"So.did you ask her?"
A sigh from Ron, "Yes, Harry, I asked her."
"What did she say?"
Another sigh, "She said yes. And before you ask me another question, she said yes to both going out and to going to the dance together, and I asked her in Gladrags."
Draco smirked at Ron, "Oh, that surely is romantic!"
"Shut up." Ron laughed as he thought about it. "You're right. It wasn't very romantic, but you should have seen her in that dress, she was beautiful."
"In other words," Harry was taking after his boyfriend way too much, "it was only the dress. Normally she is just plain old Hermione, right?"
"I never said that! You knew I was going to ask her, Harry, so you can't say that I was just acting in the spur of the moment." Ron did look like he was sincere, Harry had known Ron since the beginning of their first year, but he could be a bit sporadic at times. He trusted Ron with their best friend, but it was kind of odd to think of them together, although he had been the one to push his friend into getting the guts to ask. If Ron wanted he could have had any of the girls in school, being not only the best friend of Harry, but also chaser of the Gryffindor house team. Well, Harry thought, as long as they don't end up haven't a huge row and ruin it all. All three young men let the matter drop as Hermione waltzed back to the table.
"Did I miss something?" Somehow it sounded slightly incredulous.
"Nothing at all, Mione." Ron rose again to help her into her chair; maybe chivalry wasn't dead after all.
"So, what are you wearing to the costume party?" Hermione smiled as both Harry and Draco answered: dressed in green and brown robes they were going to look like something out of a muggle fairy tale, some sort of strange elf or something. Harry explained that when Parvati had suggested it to him that it sounded like a good idea, so he decided to follow through. With a touch of whimsy, Hermione imagined them to look like something out of the muggle movie, "The Labyrinth." It had been her favorite movie growing up, along with "The Dark Crystal." Jim Henson was a god.
The four talked for some time more until they realized that they needed to get back to the castle, it was already starting to get dark and dinner was certainly sounding appealing. It began to get dark and dinner was certainly sounding appealing. With a friendly wave goodbye to Rosmerta and a couple of cloaks later the four headed off through the brisk autumn air. Yes, even if it had been a horrible night it had been a good day.
Chapter 2! Whadaya think? Just email or review!
Her Lover's Spy~
Neogoddess365@yahoo.com
Author: Her Lover's Spy
Rating: PG-13 for now, R later
Pairing: Hermione/Snape
Keywords: Sting and the Police, Forbidden, Accusations Setting: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry and the gangs 7th year AN: Mild hint of slash between Draco and Harry, not much, just a little kissing, a reviewer asked for warning so there you have it. Otherwise, just read.
All standard disclaimers apply: Yadda Yadda Yadda, J. K. Rowling *grumble*, Yadda Yadda, Scholastic, Yadda Yadda Yadda, Lucky Bastards! Well, you can't have everything, right? Remember all praise the mighty Goddess who is J. K. Rowling, besides, it's rumored that she may be one of the richest people in the publishing business now a days.
Ch 2. Edwardian Romantic
How could he think that? Her inner emotions were in turmoil; she was not a whore, though if he thought that, so be it. Sunday: the last Hogsmeade trip before Halloween. All of the older students, 6th and 7th years, were heading off to get their costumes for the Halloween ball, a new addition to brighten the upperclassmen's' spirits. A costume ball would definitely ease up her mood considerably. Normally she wouldn't have gone to anything like this, instead she would have been studying, but if this war had taught her anything, it was that you needed to let your hair down.
She wouldn't let him drag her down, Professor or not, she didn't care if he was a god; no one called her a slut lightly. Had it not been for the fact that he had such a horrible night she would have enjoyed the sunshine, but at current rate, it was mocking her. The fat lady smiled intently at Hermione when she said the password, "Cleocatra," - it seemed that Lavender was still enthralled with the cat that Justin Finch-Fletchey had gotten her for their anniversary. Hermione put on her best face and went in, knowing that Harry and Ron were going to interrogate her about her stint in the dungeons.
She waltzed in the room, smiling larger when Ron gestured for her to take a seat next to him. He and Harry were playing a game of wizard's chess underneath one of the windows, taking in the opportunity to relax underneath the sunshine. Taking her seat, Hermione watched the two at the game, but when it was over she couldn't help but tease Harry gently about Ron's victory. "Really, Harry, one would have thought that you'd of given up by now. Ron beats you at almost every game!"
After looking up from the gameboard Harry smiled broadly, "Almost every game, exactly. That means I still have a chance."
Ron just laughed before he stood up, "You have no chance, mate. I am the champion of wizard's chess!"
"Oh, be quiet, you big oaf!" Hermione playfully poked him in the stomach. "You both know that you have no chance against me!"
Seizing the opportunity, the girl grabbed one of the many pillows off of a couch and attacked both of her friends, laughing like mad when they both joined in. Harry jumped back out of the fray when his glasses got knocked off and started a commentary on the fight in front of him. "And the Hogwarts Head-girl scores an excellent hit against the Gryffindor chaser. Oooh, it's looking bad for the bloke, wait, wait, he gets a shot in, seems like the tides might be turning in this match!" Hermione could tell that she was about to lose against her much bigger opponent and dragged Harry back in, hitting him squarely on top of his head. A quick scuffle ensued, and when all of the members of this particular war slumped to the ground, they couldn't help but laugh.
Hermione, grinning wickedly, half-heartedly hit Ron again, but fell on top of him when she tried to get up. "So, who won?"
Kneeling in front of her, Harry and Ron looked exactly like they were begging for mercy. "Forgive us, O mighty queen, we should have never doubted your superior battle skills in the art of pillow fighting." Harry would have made it seem real, except for the fact that Ron was rapidly losing his composure and burst out laughing. Laughing herself, Hermione gave them both hugs, friends and pillows could do a world of good for a grump.
"All right, get up you two! It is good to see that you finally accept your station in life,"
"Humph!" Harry snorted.
"But, what I came down here to do, before I was so rudely interrupted, was to ask if you were going to Hogsmeade. I still need to get a costume for the ball." The two boys gaped, Hermione? Going to the costume ball? This was too good to miss!
"Sure, we were going. I still need to get mine, and I hope Ron's going to get one, after all his face is too scary even for Halloween!" Ron puffed up after hitting his best friend on the shoulder jokingly.
"At least I haven't got such a hideous scare to frighten everybody!"
"He's right, Harry, but he's still got that awful, flaming red hair!" Teasing each other all the way, the trio grabbed their cloaks and headed towards Hogsmeade. This was going to be a good day, even if it had been a horrible night.
~o0o~
"Stop it, you two! Enough!" Hermione had to bash both of the playful friends on the head with one of her shopping bags when they berated her about going to the bookstore once more. Luckily the bag that held the books was currently in Ron's hand, she wasn't quite sure if it was an act of gallantry on his part, or if it was just a desperate attempt to keep it out of her reach.
"Oi, watch it, 'Mione! Keep doing that and you just might kill me."
"Ron, it would take more than a bag full of candy to kill you, your head's as hard as rock." To emphasize her point she lightly knocked on his head.
"Oh, come on, my hard head has saved you more times than you can count and you know it. If it weren't for me and Harry gettin you outta trouble, I think that you would be dead."
Hermione scowled at the tall redhead, "Yeah, you may have saved me, but look how many detentions we got!"
"Oh, shut up you two. Are we going to go and get our costumes or what? I told Draco that I'd meet him at the Three Broomsticks in an hour." Harry grinned a little and Ron nearly choked, Hermione just laughed at the way they looked.
"Ok, then, lets get to Gladrags, we don't want to keep Draco waiting. Or Harry for that matter!" She laughed at Harry's blush; it could have rivaled a tomato.
~o0o~
Coming out of the dressing room, Hermione spun a little to bring out the dress, it made her feel absolutely wonderful. The dress looked like something out of the Edwardian era with an empress waist and flowing skirt that floated with every step. She looked to Ron, "How do I look?"
The redhead in front of her did a double take, beautiful came to mind, quickly followed by ravishing, then following closely was beautiful again. Gathering his wits he gazed at her again. "Hermione, you look wonderful, beautiful."
Hermione smiled at him.
"No, I mean it. You look absolutely fabulous." Ron chewed on his lip for a few seconds. "Hermione, I meant to ask you before, but Harry was around, will you, um." In a fit of bashfulness that was no longer a normal thing to Ron, he faltered for a second. "I know that the costume ball isn't anything like the Yule Ball, but, ah, will you go with me? As boyfriend, girlfriend?" There. He had said it. Looks like Harry was right.
The brunette before him gave him a hug, quickly followed by a light kiss, "Yes, Ron. I'll go with you." Hermione happily changed back into her clothes and purchased her new costume. The two left hand in hand towards the Three Broomsticks, where they were to meet Harry and Draco.
~o0o~
"Severus, I realize that you and Miss Granger aren't exactly on good terms any more, but she is the only student here, or anyone here, besides yourself, who is capable of helping you brew this potion. Now, I don't know what caused you two to start bickering again," Your sneaking suspicions, Snape's dark side snickered to him. "I do know that you need help with this, though."
"Headmaster, while I know that you,"
"Severus, I know you hate to hear it but you do need help on this particular project. Even your mentor said that it would be foolish to attempt this without assistance. Normally, I would just suggest that you work with Robinsfield; however, under these circumstances, you need someone with an opposite influence. You need a woman to brew this, and it certainly helps that the one in question is the best friend of Harry. He will need all power he can get, and with Hermione contributing her skills and her goodwill, the Kokopeshi Pellia will be certainly more powerful than if it were just brewed by you. Think of the parallel of opposites, my dear boy!" The genial old man peered at Severus through his famous half-moon spectacles, his youngest professor was going to straighten this matter out if he wanted to or not.
Severus Snape realized that he had lost this particular argument and just downed all of the whiskey in his tumbler; Albus had a way of making things go in his favor.
"Yes, it's funny how that happens isn't it?" Damn that man for being able to read minds. "Don't worry about talking to Miss Granger, I'll take care of that. Thank you ever so much for stopping by for a whiskey, I always enjoy our little chats!"
Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, the dark man rose and left dramatically, even throwing a scowl or two in the direction of the numerous portraits upon the office walls. Damn the Headmaster and damn that annoying little witch for being so brilliant. His mind just laughed at him again, That's not what you're damning her for and you know it. You like her intelligence. Looks like you can't hide from your own mind.
~o0o~
Madam Rosemerta set down two more butterbeers in front of Harry and Draco, giving them a barely undetectable wink. Draco smiled wickedly and Harry blushed, at least someone approved of their relationship. Harry took a sip of his butterbeer and said "I wonder if Ron did it yet?"
Draco draped an arm across his boyfriend's shoulders, "If Ron did what, exactly?"
It seemed as if Harry just realized he had spoken aloud. "If Ron has asked Hermione to be his girlfriend yet. I've been telling him he should for weeks. I don't know if you saw yesterday, but the kiss he gave her definitely wasn't exactly a friendly peck on the cheek."
"If I remember correctly, my Goldenboy, I was preoccupied."
"Yeah, I know, if you tickled my knee one more time I thought I was going to kill you." Draco pouted dramatically. "Don't do that."
"Why?" He continued to pout.
"Because it's not fair."
"And why is it not fair?"
"Because then you just look like you need to be kissed." Harry punctuated his words with actions, what was intended to be just a quick little kiss soon became a full snog, until it was interrupted by a polite cough.
"I thought that we were supposed to meet our friends here, but I think they're a little, what's the word? Oh, yes, preoccupied, that's it! Maybe we should go to another table, Ron?" Harry and Draco broke apart blushing and gestured to the spare seats. Taking Hermione's cloak, Ron helped her into her seat and Harry quirked an eyebrow. Animate discussion ensued, mostly about quidditch, due to the fact that there were three guys sitting at the table who were fanatical about the sport. The young witch sitting at the table quickly got bored and excused herself after seeing Lavender, the boys could talk on their own.
"So?"
"So what?"
"So.did you ask her?"
A sigh from Ron, "Yes, Harry, I asked her."
"What did she say?"
Another sigh, "She said yes. And before you ask me another question, she said yes to both going out and to going to the dance together, and I asked her in Gladrags."
Draco smirked at Ron, "Oh, that surely is romantic!"
"Shut up." Ron laughed as he thought about it. "You're right. It wasn't very romantic, but you should have seen her in that dress, she was beautiful."
"In other words," Harry was taking after his boyfriend way too much, "it was only the dress. Normally she is just plain old Hermione, right?"
"I never said that! You knew I was going to ask her, Harry, so you can't say that I was just acting in the spur of the moment." Ron did look like he was sincere, Harry had known Ron since the beginning of their first year, but he could be a bit sporadic at times. He trusted Ron with their best friend, but it was kind of odd to think of them together, although he had been the one to push his friend into getting the guts to ask. If Ron wanted he could have had any of the girls in school, being not only the best friend of Harry, but also chaser of the Gryffindor house team. Well, Harry thought, as long as they don't end up haven't a huge row and ruin it all. All three young men let the matter drop as Hermione waltzed back to the table.
"Did I miss something?" Somehow it sounded slightly incredulous.
"Nothing at all, Mione." Ron rose again to help her into her chair; maybe chivalry wasn't dead after all.
"So, what are you wearing to the costume party?" Hermione smiled as both Harry and Draco answered: dressed in green and brown robes they were going to look like something out of a muggle fairy tale, some sort of strange elf or something. Harry explained that when Parvati had suggested it to him that it sounded like a good idea, so he decided to follow through. With a touch of whimsy, Hermione imagined them to look like something out of the muggle movie, "The Labyrinth." It had been her favorite movie growing up, along with "The Dark Crystal." Jim Henson was a god.
The four talked for some time more until they realized that they needed to get back to the castle, it was already starting to get dark and dinner was certainly sounding appealing. It began to get dark and dinner was certainly sounding appealing. With a friendly wave goodbye to Rosmerta and a couple of cloaks later the four headed off through the brisk autumn air. Yes, even if it had been a horrible night it had been a good day.
Chapter 2! Whadaya think? Just email or review!
Her Lover's Spy~
Neogoddess365@yahoo.com
