Hermione and Snape continued on their researching after lunch. Neither one
knew of what happened with Neville, neither one thinking it was of much
consequence. They both made a conscious effort to forget the events during
their lunch break, although after the potion wore off, they both would have
a lot of thinking to do.
Most of their concentration was cornered around what exactly Neville put into his potion that had caused such a reaction, and what they could do to first, create it without such an explosive response, second, control it, and third, counter it. Snape spent most of the time using different experiments from the leftover goop to find out the ingredients included, while Hermione researched into the effects as they were experiencing it, and what the effects of the ingredients were when mixed.
They were so concentrated on the task that they didn't hear the dinner bells. It wasn't until the Headmaster came into the room that either of them realized the time.
"Still working, are you?" Dumbledore said, causing them both to jump. They had been working in mostly silence since lunchtime. An elf followed Dumbledore into the room, carrying a tray of food so that they could have their dinner.
"Don't go working too hard now." He chuckled. "How goes the research, Severus?"
"Miss Granger is proving to be a productive worker when she can keep her mind on task, Albus." Snape responded. Quite high praise.
"Good to hear." Albus said. "However, to keep up with the pace, I'm sure you'll need some rest, won't you Miss Granger?" He continued.
Hermione had her concentration back on the books in front of her when she realized that the two professors were conversing. She didn't realize she was being spoken to until the Headmaster addressed her.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was looking back at this book." Hermione said a bit sheepishly.
"Quite all right, my dear. I dare say you need a bit of rest before you continue tomorrow evening. I suggest you have a bit of dinner and head back to your dormitory." The Headmaster said.
"Yes, sir." She replied.
"Severus, may I see you in my office?" The Headmaster said. Snape nodded, and both headed out.
And the two professors left.
~@~
Hermione entered the Gryffindor dormitory, and spotted Ron looking at her curiously.
"Ron? How come you're still up?" She asked.
"Just waiting up for a friend." He replied. She smiled at him in response. "How are you feeling?" He asked, honestly concerned.
"Well, I'm still hearing Snape in my head, if that's what you mean. It's not horrible." She said, beginning to walk up to her dorm. "I need to get some sleep. I'll see you at breakfast?"
"Hermione." He started
"Yes, Ron?" She asked.
"I need to ask you something personal, and I need you to answer honestly." He said.
"What is it?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
"Do you have a thing for Snape?" He asked.
She gasped for a moment. "Ron, please don't ask me this now. Not while Snape is in my head." She said.
"Fair enough." Ron replied. "Goodnight." He watched her go up the stairs.
~@~
Hermione reached her room, still contemplating what Ron was on about in the dormitory.
'Miss Granger, can you please think of something else, or nothing at all? The whole Weasley clan are, for lack of a better word, weird.'
'Professor, he is one of my friends. I'm still allowed to be concerned for him.'
'Well, stop doing it in my head. Besides, I bet I know what's wrong with him.' He thought smugly. A few moments silence passed.
'Well? Are you going to tell me?'
'Tell you what?'
'ARGH! Are you getting back at me for what I did this morning?' She asked.
'Miss Granger, I would not be so childish.' He thought.
'Fine. I will try not to think of Ron anymore until this potion wears off. By the way, when should it be?'
'Probably in the next day or two, Miss Granger. Much to my irritation.'
She got dressed into her nightclothes, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and pulled back the covers. That's when she realized that she had forgotten to take the Dreamless sleep from the potions classroom before she left.
'Professor?' She called. She got no response.
'Professor?' She tried again. Still no response.
'Well, he must have taken his and is having a dreamless sleep.' She thought. 'But I don't want to risk having a dream and it being something truly embarrassing.'
With that in mind, she pulled on a robe and her slippers, and made her way down and out of the dormitory.
~@~
Meanwhile, while Snape waited for Hermione to take her Dreamless sleep potion, he began to do a bit more research into what the potion was doing. However, he hadn't had very much sleep in the past week, and during the silence when Hermione was changing, had fallen into oblivion and began to dream away.
He was in the kitchen of Hogwarts, taking some items out of the fridge. None of the house elves were present with him as he awaited his guest. The tickle of the pear told him that his guest had arrived.
Hermione Granger walked in in her Graduation robes. She approached him with a very sultry smile. "Well, Professor Snape. You wished to speak to me?" She asked.
"Miss Granger, throughout your seven years here, I have taught you many lessons. However, there was one more that I wished to bestow upon you." He said, as he closed the distance between them, pulled her into his arms, and took her lips with his.
~@~
Hermione had just left the dorm when she suddenly became aware of Snape's dream.
'What the hell?' She thought. 'Why in the kitchen?' She found it somewhat humourous that her first question would be location rather than what the activities are.
'I wonder.' She thought, as an evil plan began to formulate. 'Since we are connected, and I can sense his dream, can I control a bit of it?' Excitedly, she continued to the dungeons and the lab where they had worked all evening. She knew he hadn't left it. On her way, she began to concentrate.
~@~
"Wow!" The dream Hermione said, as they broke apart. "That was. . ." She couldn't think of a word.
"Have I rendered Hermione Granger speechless?" Snape said in mock amazement.
"I think you have." She replied. He smiled at that.
"I've been wanting to accomplish that since your first class." He replied. She slapped him on the arm playfully.
Hermione decided that this would be a good time to intervene. She really was curious as to why he chose the kitchen.
"Why did you want me to meet you here, Professor?" She asked.
"Severus." He said. "Call me Severus. We can play the school girl and teacher another day."
"All right, Severus." She said, allowing the s's to roll off her tongue. "Why the location?"
"I was reminded of something early on in the year, and thought it would be fun to try." He replied, mischievous glint in his eye.
"Oh really?" She said.
"Yes. You may want to remove your graduation robe for this. Things could get. . .messy." Severus replied, turning to retrieve something from the fridge.
Hermione thought she would have a bit of fun with this. When her dream self removed her robes, she was wearing. . .
Nothing but a smile!!!
Severus turned around, and nearly dropped the whipping cream that he had picked up. "Oh. Wow!" He stuttered, blinking at the sight before him.
"There is something that I wanted to do, Professor." Hermione said before he regained his composure.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" He replied breathlessly.
"Cut the Miss Granger crap, will ya?" She said.
"Of course, Hermione." He replied. The sound of her name on those lips. . .OH LA LA LA LA!!
She pointed towards floor in front of the fire. "Lie down." She said.
He did as she asked, putting the whipped cream on the floor beside him. She took her wand, whispered an incantation, and removed his clothing. She than transfigured some of the articles into silk scarves, and tied him down.
"Hermione?"
"Just relax." She said. Hermione was having a hard time not giggling. What would she do to him, and how would she look him in the face after?
Taking the whipped cream, she dipped her finger in it, putting some of it on her tongue, and tracing it along his jaw line. Snape shut his eyes, reveling in the sensation. She lightly brushed her hands along his chest, through his hair, and down his arms as she sucked the cream off him. Taking more of the whipped cream on her finger, she traced something on his chest. She than got up, Snapes eyes following her all the way, and made her way to the fridge. She took out some chocolate sauce, and headed back to him.
"I see you have a bit of a sweet tooth, Hermione." He said.
"You have no idea, Severus." She replied.
She opened the bottle of chocolate syrup, and sprayed him lightly with it. She than bent down, and began to lick some of the sweet stuff off of him, only for a few teasing moments. Getting up again, she found the fruit bowl, and brought over a banana. Peeling the banana, she traced his abdomen with it - first with the tip, and than with the sides.
Taking the banana, now covered in the chocolate, whipped cream, and any sweat coming off the dream Snape, she brought it to her mouth and gave it the treatment that she had given the banana that she had all those weeks ago. She didn't make another move towards Snape, as he watched her eat it.
She finished eating it, and than began to crawl towards him.
The dream ended abruptly with a sharp knock to the door. Snape jumped out of his seat, and made his way towards it, hoping that whoever it was would not be able to see the. . .tent.
When he opened it, he found Hermione standing on the other side. Somehow, she managed to keep her thoughts innocent as she requested the dreamless sleep she forgot to pick up. He asked if she had heard anything in the past little while, and she replied in the negative, fighting as hard as she could not to think about it.
He was too groggy to notice that she was lying, gave her the potion, and escorted her back to the Gryffindor tower.
"Good night, Miss Granger."
"Good night, Professor." She said. She would never know how she managed it, but he never was quite sure whether or not she knew about the dream.
~@~
In his dorm room, Neville was just beginning to catch his breath. He pulled his boxers back up.
"Man. I hope it was as good for them as it was for me."
A/N:
Sorry 'bout the short chapter last. But I hope this makes up for it.
And don't tell me you can't believe it with Neville - he's a 17/18-year-old male. He can only be so innocent!
Again, I'd like to thank those who submitted suggestions and helped me through my writer's block. Although I couldn't use everyone's suggestions, you never know what could happen.
Most of their concentration was cornered around what exactly Neville put into his potion that had caused such a reaction, and what they could do to first, create it without such an explosive response, second, control it, and third, counter it. Snape spent most of the time using different experiments from the leftover goop to find out the ingredients included, while Hermione researched into the effects as they were experiencing it, and what the effects of the ingredients were when mixed.
They were so concentrated on the task that they didn't hear the dinner bells. It wasn't until the Headmaster came into the room that either of them realized the time.
"Still working, are you?" Dumbledore said, causing them both to jump. They had been working in mostly silence since lunchtime. An elf followed Dumbledore into the room, carrying a tray of food so that they could have their dinner.
"Don't go working too hard now." He chuckled. "How goes the research, Severus?"
"Miss Granger is proving to be a productive worker when she can keep her mind on task, Albus." Snape responded. Quite high praise.
"Good to hear." Albus said. "However, to keep up with the pace, I'm sure you'll need some rest, won't you Miss Granger?" He continued.
Hermione had her concentration back on the books in front of her when she realized that the two professors were conversing. She didn't realize she was being spoken to until the Headmaster addressed her.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was looking back at this book." Hermione said a bit sheepishly.
"Quite all right, my dear. I dare say you need a bit of rest before you continue tomorrow evening. I suggest you have a bit of dinner and head back to your dormitory." The Headmaster said.
"Yes, sir." She replied.
"Severus, may I see you in my office?" The Headmaster said. Snape nodded, and both headed out.
And the two professors left.
~@~
Hermione entered the Gryffindor dormitory, and spotted Ron looking at her curiously.
"Ron? How come you're still up?" She asked.
"Just waiting up for a friend." He replied. She smiled at him in response. "How are you feeling?" He asked, honestly concerned.
"Well, I'm still hearing Snape in my head, if that's what you mean. It's not horrible." She said, beginning to walk up to her dorm. "I need to get some sleep. I'll see you at breakfast?"
"Hermione." He started
"Yes, Ron?" She asked.
"I need to ask you something personal, and I need you to answer honestly." He said.
"What is it?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
"Do you have a thing for Snape?" He asked.
She gasped for a moment. "Ron, please don't ask me this now. Not while Snape is in my head." She said.
"Fair enough." Ron replied. "Goodnight." He watched her go up the stairs.
~@~
Hermione reached her room, still contemplating what Ron was on about in the dormitory.
'Miss Granger, can you please think of something else, or nothing at all? The whole Weasley clan are, for lack of a better word, weird.'
'Professor, he is one of my friends. I'm still allowed to be concerned for him.'
'Well, stop doing it in my head. Besides, I bet I know what's wrong with him.' He thought smugly. A few moments silence passed.
'Well? Are you going to tell me?'
'Tell you what?'
'ARGH! Are you getting back at me for what I did this morning?' She asked.
'Miss Granger, I would not be so childish.' He thought.
'Fine. I will try not to think of Ron anymore until this potion wears off. By the way, when should it be?'
'Probably in the next day or two, Miss Granger. Much to my irritation.'
She got dressed into her nightclothes, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and pulled back the covers. That's when she realized that she had forgotten to take the Dreamless sleep from the potions classroom before she left.
'Professor?' She called. She got no response.
'Professor?' She tried again. Still no response.
'Well, he must have taken his and is having a dreamless sleep.' She thought. 'But I don't want to risk having a dream and it being something truly embarrassing.'
With that in mind, she pulled on a robe and her slippers, and made her way down and out of the dormitory.
~@~
Meanwhile, while Snape waited for Hermione to take her Dreamless sleep potion, he began to do a bit more research into what the potion was doing. However, he hadn't had very much sleep in the past week, and during the silence when Hermione was changing, had fallen into oblivion and began to dream away.
He was in the kitchen of Hogwarts, taking some items out of the fridge. None of the house elves were present with him as he awaited his guest. The tickle of the pear told him that his guest had arrived.
Hermione Granger walked in in her Graduation robes. She approached him with a very sultry smile. "Well, Professor Snape. You wished to speak to me?" She asked.
"Miss Granger, throughout your seven years here, I have taught you many lessons. However, there was one more that I wished to bestow upon you." He said, as he closed the distance between them, pulled her into his arms, and took her lips with his.
~@~
Hermione had just left the dorm when she suddenly became aware of Snape's dream.
'What the hell?' She thought. 'Why in the kitchen?' She found it somewhat humourous that her first question would be location rather than what the activities are.
'I wonder.' She thought, as an evil plan began to formulate. 'Since we are connected, and I can sense his dream, can I control a bit of it?' Excitedly, she continued to the dungeons and the lab where they had worked all evening. She knew he hadn't left it. On her way, she began to concentrate.
~@~
"Wow!" The dream Hermione said, as they broke apart. "That was. . ." She couldn't think of a word.
"Have I rendered Hermione Granger speechless?" Snape said in mock amazement.
"I think you have." She replied. He smiled at that.
"I've been wanting to accomplish that since your first class." He replied. She slapped him on the arm playfully.
Hermione decided that this would be a good time to intervene. She really was curious as to why he chose the kitchen.
"Why did you want me to meet you here, Professor?" She asked.
"Severus." He said. "Call me Severus. We can play the school girl and teacher another day."
"All right, Severus." She said, allowing the s's to roll off her tongue. "Why the location?"
"I was reminded of something early on in the year, and thought it would be fun to try." He replied, mischievous glint in his eye.
"Oh really?" She said.
"Yes. You may want to remove your graduation robe for this. Things could get. . .messy." Severus replied, turning to retrieve something from the fridge.
Hermione thought she would have a bit of fun with this. When her dream self removed her robes, she was wearing. . .
Nothing but a smile!!!
Severus turned around, and nearly dropped the whipping cream that he had picked up. "Oh. Wow!" He stuttered, blinking at the sight before him.
"There is something that I wanted to do, Professor." Hermione said before he regained his composure.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" He replied breathlessly.
"Cut the Miss Granger crap, will ya?" She said.
"Of course, Hermione." He replied. The sound of her name on those lips. . .OH LA LA LA LA!!
She pointed towards floor in front of the fire. "Lie down." She said.
He did as she asked, putting the whipped cream on the floor beside him. She took her wand, whispered an incantation, and removed his clothing. She than transfigured some of the articles into silk scarves, and tied him down.
"Hermione?"
"Just relax." She said. Hermione was having a hard time not giggling. What would she do to him, and how would she look him in the face after?
Taking the whipped cream, she dipped her finger in it, putting some of it on her tongue, and tracing it along his jaw line. Snape shut his eyes, reveling in the sensation. She lightly brushed her hands along his chest, through his hair, and down his arms as she sucked the cream off him. Taking more of the whipped cream on her finger, she traced something on his chest. She than got up, Snapes eyes following her all the way, and made her way to the fridge. She took out some chocolate sauce, and headed back to him.
"I see you have a bit of a sweet tooth, Hermione." He said.
"You have no idea, Severus." She replied.
She opened the bottle of chocolate syrup, and sprayed him lightly with it. She than bent down, and began to lick some of the sweet stuff off of him, only for a few teasing moments. Getting up again, she found the fruit bowl, and brought over a banana. Peeling the banana, she traced his abdomen with it - first with the tip, and than with the sides.
Taking the banana, now covered in the chocolate, whipped cream, and any sweat coming off the dream Snape, she brought it to her mouth and gave it the treatment that she had given the banana that she had all those weeks ago. She didn't make another move towards Snape, as he watched her eat it.
She finished eating it, and than began to crawl towards him.
The dream ended abruptly with a sharp knock to the door. Snape jumped out of his seat, and made his way towards it, hoping that whoever it was would not be able to see the. . .tent.
When he opened it, he found Hermione standing on the other side. Somehow, she managed to keep her thoughts innocent as she requested the dreamless sleep she forgot to pick up. He asked if she had heard anything in the past little while, and she replied in the negative, fighting as hard as she could not to think about it.
He was too groggy to notice that she was lying, gave her the potion, and escorted her back to the Gryffindor tower.
"Good night, Miss Granger."
"Good night, Professor." She said. She would never know how she managed it, but he never was quite sure whether or not she knew about the dream.
~@~
In his dorm room, Neville was just beginning to catch his breath. He pulled his boxers back up.
"Man. I hope it was as good for them as it was for me."
A/N:
Sorry 'bout the short chapter last. But I hope this makes up for it.
And don't tell me you can't believe it with Neville - he's a 17/18-year-old male. He can only be so innocent!
Again, I'd like to thank those who submitted suggestions and helped me through my writer's block. Although I couldn't use everyone's suggestions, you never know what could happen.
