Before Hermione went to sleep, she took the vial of Dreamlesss Sleep
draught and downed it. When she awoke, she realized what Professor
Dumbledore meant when he said it wasn't as good as regular sleep. Craving
that good kinda sleep, she rolled over to face away from the light from her
window, and settled comfortably.
'Get your butt out of bed, girl!' She heard the growl come. 'I'm not in the mood to hear your dreams.'
Hermione groaned as she hauled herself out of bed, squinting at the window, and stretching. Before she began to get ready for the day, she thought of something.
'Sir, there isn't any visual connection, is there?' She asked.
'No, Miss Granger. Why?'
'Do you really wish to know?'
'I wouldn't have asked otherwise.'
'You should be able to figure it out.' She replied.
'Miss Granger. Just tell me.' He thought impatiently.
'Geez. The obvious seemed to have slipped by you th-'
'MISS GRANGER!'
'Whoa! Snarky! I'm just asking because I'm going to have a shower.'
'Oh!'
She started to giggle at that.
'Miss Granger, do act your age. Or I will forget about accepting your assistance.' He warned.
'If you did that, I will have to do something to fill the time with. I wonder if Lavender-'
'You wouldn't dare.' He cut her off.
She hummed for a moment.
'Just get dressed, have your breakfast, and meet me in my office.'
She did so, giggling, much to the irritation of Professor Snape.
~@~
"Neville! Our new best friend!" Draco announced, brining an arm around his shoulders. Draco and Harry escorted him to a deserted room for a little chat.
"Uh. Hey guys." Neville said hesitantly. "What can I do for you?"
"From our understanding, Neville, you are privileged to hear Snape's thoughts directly, and Hermione's through Snape's. Correct?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. This mornings argument was funny." Neville responded, thinking of how Hermione outright irritated Snape. Snape still scared him though.
"We were wondering if you could pass of any juicy tidbits that come your way." Draco said.
"I'm sorry, guys. But I promised Professor Dumbledore that their thoughts remain private. He even put a spell on us to ensure it." Neville replied.
"Drat!" Harry said, but Draco chimed in.
"But you were able to give us what you thought to be their emotions during the conversation."
"Well, I suppose my own opinions are my own thoughts, and I'm allowed to express those."
Draco and Harry gave each other big grins.
"Neville, you really are a good friend." Harry said.
~@~
Down in the dungeons, the two minds were able to focus on their research. Indulging in frivolous thought would be both an irritation and a distraction. But soon, they were interrupted by a house elf sent do bring their lunch.
The atmosphere was slightly tense. Snape allowed his thoughts to drift to Hermione's reactions the day before. He knew she knew how he'd reacted towards her dessert, but she wasn't repulsed.
"And why would I be, Professor?" Her voice interrupted his thoughts.
Snape thought better than to try and deny what he was thinking. "Because I am the greasy git. The bat from hell. And twice your age." He replied.
"And a supposedly heartless bastard who complimented me." She said. "That was the first positive thing I've really ever gotten from you aside from lesson material. And besides," she gave a mischievous, sultry smile, "age equals experience." She looked him straight in the eye.
Snape could do nothing but return the glance. 'What I wouldn't. . .' He stopped himself.
"What you wouldn't what, Professor?" She asked.
"What I wouldn't give to get our minds back on task, Miss Granger." He growled.
She nodded. Both knew that he was lying. Both knew that this conversation had the potential to really reach dangerous ground. Both knew the harm in it with their present, respective roles. And both knew that they were really beginning to care less.
~@~
"What?!?" Harry exclaimed over lunch.
"I'll tell you later." Neville said.
Draco had gotten up from the Slytherin table and headed for the two.
"Come on, guys!" He said. Must have noticed Harry's reaction. They arrived in the 'game room' as the group labeled it, to interrogate Neville.
"Now, what is it Neville?" Draco asked.
"Well, I know you guys usually think me so innocent considering Harry's reaction." Neville sighed. "I said I think they're. . .you know. . ." He said, blushing furiously.
"Neville, are you trying to tell us they're doing the horizontal mambo?" Draco asked. At Neville's confused look, he said, "You know, filing an extension. . .getting Enroned?"
Still the confused look didn't leave Neville's face.
"Are they having sex?" Harry asked, getting a little impatient.
"Oh!" Neville finally said. "Oh no, no, no, no, no!"
"Than what are you saying?" Harry asked.
"Well, they're getting. . ." Neville stammered.
"Randy? Ruttish? Dirty? Unkempt?" Draco asked, excitedly (Horny little *devil* - for twinkiebabie13, the big Draco fan!!)
Neville, again, looked confused.
"HORNY!" Harry yelled.
"Yes you are!" Ginny replied, entering the room. "All you men are!" She stated matter of factly. Neville blushed even more.
"Well. . .yes." Neville said. The other three looked at him. 'Did he mean that Snape and Hermione are horny or agreeing that all men are horny?'
"Ha! Potty! Get ready to lose the bet!!" Draco said.
"What bet?" Ginny asked. Draco told her about it.
"That's disgusting!" She exclaimed. Than thought a moment. "But I like it." She added at Harry's raised eyebrow, "What? 'Mione needs to get laid. She's waaay too uptight!"
"And Snape?" Draco asked.
"Needs to get fucked like there's no tomorrow." She replied. "Good thing he's not gay. He's so uptight that you couldn't get a greased-"
"Ginny! I did NOT need that image!" Harry groaned.
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'Get your butt out of bed, girl!' She heard the growl come. 'I'm not in the mood to hear your dreams.'
Hermione groaned as she hauled herself out of bed, squinting at the window, and stretching. Before she began to get ready for the day, she thought of something.
'Sir, there isn't any visual connection, is there?' She asked.
'No, Miss Granger. Why?'
'Do you really wish to know?'
'I wouldn't have asked otherwise.'
'You should be able to figure it out.' She replied.
'Miss Granger. Just tell me.' He thought impatiently.
'Geez. The obvious seemed to have slipped by you th-'
'MISS GRANGER!'
'Whoa! Snarky! I'm just asking because I'm going to have a shower.'
'Oh!'
She started to giggle at that.
'Miss Granger, do act your age. Or I will forget about accepting your assistance.' He warned.
'If you did that, I will have to do something to fill the time with. I wonder if Lavender-'
'You wouldn't dare.' He cut her off.
She hummed for a moment.
'Just get dressed, have your breakfast, and meet me in my office.'
She did so, giggling, much to the irritation of Professor Snape.
~@~
"Neville! Our new best friend!" Draco announced, brining an arm around his shoulders. Draco and Harry escorted him to a deserted room for a little chat.
"Uh. Hey guys." Neville said hesitantly. "What can I do for you?"
"From our understanding, Neville, you are privileged to hear Snape's thoughts directly, and Hermione's through Snape's. Correct?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. This mornings argument was funny." Neville responded, thinking of how Hermione outright irritated Snape. Snape still scared him though.
"We were wondering if you could pass of any juicy tidbits that come your way." Draco said.
"I'm sorry, guys. But I promised Professor Dumbledore that their thoughts remain private. He even put a spell on us to ensure it." Neville replied.
"Drat!" Harry said, but Draco chimed in.
"But you were able to give us what you thought to be their emotions during the conversation."
"Well, I suppose my own opinions are my own thoughts, and I'm allowed to express those."
Draco and Harry gave each other big grins.
"Neville, you really are a good friend." Harry said.
~@~
Down in the dungeons, the two minds were able to focus on their research. Indulging in frivolous thought would be both an irritation and a distraction. But soon, they were interrupted by a house elf sent do bring their lunch.
The atmosphere was slightly tense. Snape allowed his thoughts to drift to Hermione's reactions the day before. He knew she knew how he'd reacted towards her dessert, but she wasn't repulsed.
"And why would I be, Professor?" Her voice interrupted his thoughts.
Snape thought better than to try and deny what he was thinking. "Because I am the greasy git. The bat from hell. And twice your age." He replied.
"And a supposedly heartless bastard who complimented me." She said. "That was the first positive thing I've really ever gotten from you aside from lesson material. And besides," she gave a mischievous, sultry smile, "age equals experience." She looked him straight in the eye.
Snape could do nothing but return the glance. 'What I wouldn't. . .' He stopped himself.
"What you wouldn't what, Professor?" She asked.
"What I wouldn't give to get our minds back on task, Miss Granger." He growled.
She nodded. Both knew that he was lying. Both knew that this conversation had the potential to really reach dangerous ground. Both knew the harm in it with their present, respective roles. And both knew that they were really beginning to care less.
~@~
"What?!?" Harry exclaimed over lunch.
"I'll tell you later." Neville said.
Draco had gotten up from the Slytherin table and headed for the two.
"Come on, guys!" He said. Must have noticed Harry's reaction. They arrived in the 'game room' as the group labeled it, to interrogate Neville.
"Now, what is it Neville?" Draco asked.
"Well, I know you guys usually think me so innocent considering Harry's reaction." Neville sighed. "I said I think they're. . .you know. . ." He said, blushing furiously.
"Neville, are you trying to tell us they're doing the horizontal mambo?" Draco asked. At Neville's confused look, he said, "You know, filing an extension. . .getting Enroned?"
Still the confused look didn't leave Neville's face.
"Are they having sex?" Harry asked, getting a little impatient.
"Oh!" Neville finally said. "Oh no, no, no, no, no!"
"Than what are you saying?" Harry asked.
"Well, they're getting. . ." Neville stammered.
"Randy? Ruttish? Dirty? Unkempt?" Draco asked, excitedly (Horny little *devil* - for twinkiebabie13, the big Draco fan!!)
Neville, again, looked confused.
"HORNY!" Harry yelled.
"Yes you are!" Ginny replied, entering the room. "All you men are!" She stated matter of factly. Neville blushed even more.
"Well. . .yes." Neville said. The other three looked at him. 'Did he mean that Snape and Hermione are horny or agreeing that all men are horny?'
"Ha! Potty! Get ready to lose the bet!!" Draco said.
"What bet?" Ginny asked. Draco told her about it.
"That's disgusting!" She exclaimed. Than thought a moment. "But I like it." She added at Harry's raised eyebrow, "What? 'Mione needs to get laid. She's waaay too uptight!"
"And Snape?" Draco asked.
"Needs to get fucked like there's no tomorrow." She replied. "Good thing he's not gay. He's so uptight that you couldn't get a greased-"
"Ginny! I did NOT need that image!" Harry groaned.
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Sick Mind Calling
For all your suggestions. I can't use'em all (or I could try. . .hee hee hee) but we shall see where the combination of all our nasty, gutterball brains take us.
