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By Mae Noelle
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Disclaimer: See what's mine? Can ya? Huh? Well, neither can I. Except maybe a hundredth of the plot – but you never know. Everyone always ends up copying some one else some time or another.
* Just so you know, if you want a big spoiler for the story line, I absolutely, positively, will NOT put in an evil plot twist, where like Voldemort comes and takes Snape away, and stuff like that. I have noticed that a lot of people feel compelled to write one of those nice evil things in, like the great, almighty JKR does, but they usually suck. Or so I think. And mine would suck, so, I will save you the horrible-ness of having to read a badly written evil plot twist that would disrupt this story line. I hope that is all right with you.
P.S. – this story is
made because of Ducky, my official muse. She writes tons of Sev/Herm ficcies
herself, so go to my other half, The Muses, for more great mushy love stories,
seductive romances, and whatnot. Now, on with the story.
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Chapter 2
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Hermione clasped her hands over her mouth, a shrill gasp still managing to escape from her lips.
She stared at the black figure Hagrid was trying to help. The glimpses she had caught of Snape seemed… so… different. He didn't look nearly as tall as he was supposed to be, but she was pretty far away. And his face… though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what, there was something different.
Harry rose above the table, his glasses askew, and looked
around feverishly. "What happened?"
"Oh, no…" A groan came from the floor somewhere beyond Harry. Hermione took her eyes off Snape a second to look over to where Ron was. "It was probably you-know-who!"
Hermione sighed and turned her head swiftly back toward where the limp Snape was trying to be awoken, and looked over by Hagrid.
Her hand suddenly went up to her chest, where she clasped her pin on her
robe. Realizing her Head Girl duties,
and wondering what would be expected of her, she gathered her wits and began to
walk over all the people sitting on the ground and the broken and battered
chairs.
"Hermione?" Harry called, holding out his hand, gesturing for her to wait. "What are you doing?" He eyed her, looking back over at Hagrid and Snape, where the rest of the professors stood closely.
"Going to see what I can do," She ran up, cursing her bad luck and thinking how this, of course, happened while she was head girl, and turned her head over her shoulder. The Great Hall was a mess. People were loitering everywhere, and a few older students were trying their best to mend things around them.
She looked back around, in time to see Madame Pomfrey coming
in, her wand held high. "Move over now, we should get the lad - I mean
Professor Snape – to the infirmary,"
Dumbledore held up his hand, wand held tight in it, and shook his head. "No,
not at this moment. But, feel free to wake him, Poppy."
Madame Pomfrey rushed over to Snape's side and said 'enneverate' before anyone could raise their wand.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, now a few feet from the main spectacle, and stared avidly at the now-groaning Snape. She leaned slightly forward and peered at his face.
There certainly was something different about him – and now that she was close up she could see it clearly as the sun on a bright, cloudless day.
Probably the main difference she saw in him was that he had to be at least twenty years younger. Her age, or a few years older, she could tell by looking at his softened features. He barely looked like Snape, or the Snape she knew.
He suddenly lifted his hand, making to grab the side of the tipped over table he was laying next to. He ran his other hand through his messy black hair and snapped his eyes open.
He focused his gaze, and let it rest upon Hermione. She stared back, frozen in her standing position outside the circle of Professors who were eagerly watching the young Snapes reactions.
She tried to breath, but it came sort of unnaturally, and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
After a moment Dumbledore coughed, breaking Hermione's trance, and bringing the glances of all of the people in the area upon him.
Hermione was annoyed by the amused look on his face, and managed to refrain herself from taking a deep breath and furthering the amused look.
Stuffing her fluttering feelings to the back of her head, she managed to take a step forward, and caught the eye of the headmaster.
"Professor Dumbledore?" She took another step closer, bringing herself into the group of people surrounding Snape.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" He pulled a chair up from the floor, took his wand out and muttered the spell to fix the broken leg, and sat down on it.
"I – I was wondering what I could do to help," She twisted her hands together behind her back, and cast another nervous glance at Snape.
Dumbledore followed her gaze to Snape. "Well, at this moment all I think you could do is watch and wait for a situation to arise, and then we will see what you can do. Pull up a chair and watch, for now."
Hermione smiled a small little smile, and, preferring to stand, leaned against the over-turned table.
The young Snape stood wobbly, looking around at the crowd accumulated around him.
"Severus? Are you alright?" McGonagall stood, reaching her hand out to help steady Snape. He cast her an odd look and stepped away.
He looked down at his clothes and looked back up to the crowd of teachers. "What is going on?" He pulled at his large sleeves, pulling the one on his left arm down completely, something that must have been a habit by his age.
Hermione remembered vividly years ago when she had first seen the dark mark blazing upon his arm…
"Why is the Great Hall such a mess - I didn't have any part in it," He said suddenly, looking around at all the teachers, a slightly frightened look crossing his face. "Honestly-"
"We know that you had no part in this," Hermione looked at Dumbledore as he said this, trying to decipher the expression on his face- but gave up and turned her gaze back on the young Snape.
"Professor," He said, casting a furtive glance at Hermione as he walked closer to Dumbledore. "I – I don't understand – nothing is making sense – what is going on?" A desperate look crossed his face as he stood awaiting an explanation.
"Professor?"
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and put his hand to his chin, his long fingers delicately combing his white beard. "What is the last thing you remember, Severus?"
Snape opened his mouth, but then immediately closed it. He turned around, facing the Great Hall.
"Well," He began. "The last thing I clearly remember is being in my Common room, and studying for Ancient Ruins," His expression clouded, and he furrowed his brows. "But everything leading up to this," He shook his head and waved his hand about the Great Hall. "I can not remember. Well, some things are a bit familiar, like a forgotten dream…" He folded his arms, and turned his head back towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore nodded his head, his eyes closed.
Hermione's head spun just listening to the information. She could understand what he was saying - but it didn't make sense. How could he remember clearly being in his common room studying - as a student, she presumed - as the last thing that had happened to him?
Unless it was as though he actually was seventeen, or what ever age he looked at this moment, again…
She blinked. Would that mean that he wouldn't remember her? She doubted his memory of her would be enough to jolt his memory.
She looked at Snape from the corner of her eye, studying his face quickly and silently.
Why did that bother her? She shook her head slightly and looked back over her shoulder to where Harry and Ron where. She smiled at them after seeing Harry looking over, suspiciously glancing at Snape.
"What am I to do now?" Snapes words brought Hermione back to reality, and she once again shoved her thoughts to the back of her mind.
"Well," Dumbledore stood, looking around the Great Hall. "First we will try and clean this up. And then we shall try and find out the cause of your situation. I do not think it is the work of one of Voldemorts agents, but it is better safe then sorry…"
With that Dumbledore raised his wand into the air and muttered something that sent all the chairs and chair pieces around him into their right places, along with the table, utensils, plates and food. Hermione watched silently as the mushed food flew into the air, and landed neatly on the platters in the middle of the table. The destroyed food looked absolutely disgusting.
"I think it best for now that you go into your room, Severus, and I will plan what to do with you." Dumbledore began walking towards the teachers.
"Are you referring to the Slytherin rooms?" Snape turned his
back to Hermione, stepping towards the retreating Dumbledore.
Dumbledore stopped, and frowned slightly. "You wouldn't remember any of the
locks or spells you put on your room, would you?" Dumbledore turned to face
Snape. "Well, then, I think you should stay in the Slytherin room, until we can
get you into your private sleeping quarters."
Dumbledore turned away.
"My private - " Snape looked incredulously at Dumbledore, who turned to face him again.
"Yes. Right now, you are a professor here at Hogwarts. Potions Master, to be precise. But hold your questions for now, they shall be answered later, at a more appropriate time." He sighed. "Miss Granger, could you please show Severus down to the Slytherin common rooms? The password is 'Dragonswing'," Dumbledore stepped closer to Hermione and behind his hand whispered, "I am sorry. I would have Mister Malfoy do this, but he looks a little preoccupied right now," He winked at Hermione.
Hermione looked up at him, surprised, and followed his line of vision till she saw Malfoy, laughing with his idiot friends. She sighed, happy that Dumbledore already suspected Malfoy of this whole situation. It saved her a lot of explanation.
"Now, as I doubt that anyone who would do this would do it just so that you could be so young only temporarily," Dumbledore looked at Snape. "I think we shall all treat you as a new student for the time being. As though this whole situation will not get any less confusing. Answers will come in time, but for now, please make sense of your strange situation."
Dumbledore turned around again and walked off, intent on leaving to his preferred destination.
"I know the way down to the Slytherin rooms, I can get there by myself," Snape called out again, though Dumbledore ignored him and kept walking.
Snape, slightly irritated, turned around towards Hermione. Hermione stood, avoiding eye contact with him and looking back over to the Slytherin table, where she saw Malfoy moving his hands around avidly to some other Slytherins, who were laughing.
Hermione turned around, making her way towards the doorway, beckoning with her hand for Snape to follow.
Suddenly a hand closed on her shoulder, pulling her around. Hermione opened her mouth, expecting the person to be either Harry or Ron, and ran over a long speech about her head girl duties in her mind.
Seeing it was just Professor McGonagall, she closed her mouth and set a smile on her face.
McGonagall shoved a ring of keys in Hermiones face. Hermione focused her gaze on them and, after McGonagall jingled them, grabbed them from her.
"Now, in my room, there is a closet on the right with a box underneath about three or four others. Inside it are some extra robes," McGonagall glanced sideways at Snape, who was standing next to Hermione. "They are pink, but they will do. He should be good enough at Transfiguration to be able to fix them to his liking. There should be other necessities in the box, also, but most everything I can have delivered to the Slytherin dormitories."
She looked closely at Hermione. "I am trusting you to the keys to my room, Miss Granger. I am sure you won't do anything that will make me regret staying here to help and clean up instead of taking him myself." McGonagall looked once more at Snape, a bit suspiciously, smiled at Hermione, and then turned and left.
Hermione put the keys in her pocket, and again set out to get to McGonagalls office room.
They walked out into the dimly lit hallway, with only their flickering shadows for company. Hermione sighed slightly and looked down the hall, wanting to be back at the feast, the way it would have been if it weren't for Malfoy.
She looked to her side a bit, looking over Snapes profile. His black hair was much longer then it was just a few hours ago; to the point where he could tie it back easily with a band. He was shorter, too. Hermione looked at the top of his head, which should have been at least where his chin was. She slightly wondered when his growth spurt would take place. His nose still wasn't exactly straight, and his eyebrows where arched in an anxious expression and there were a lot less wrinkles everywhere. Less worry lines, and smile lines - however the hell smile lines would have gotten there in the first place.
Her eyes fell on his, which were as black and ominous as ever, but with a little more light. More of the radiance of youth, she figured. Her eyes lingered on his lips, which were slightly pursed together, matching his frustrated expression. She suddenly had the urge to reach out and touch them, to see if they felt how plump they looked…
Suddenly realizing what she was thinking, she stopped her thoughts, and reminded herself of the picture of Snape as the torturous potions master who never ceased to torment her and her friends.
Resolving to try and drop the scary subject, she looked ahead and focused on the floor of the corridor a few meters ahead of her.
She looked down the hall to her right, not sure if it was the one where McGonagalls personal office was located in or not. She reprimanded herself for not paying attention to where she was going, and walked of to her side slightly, passing behind Snape.
He looked slightly down at her, followed her gaze down the hall, and turned himself to follow her direction.
Hermione walked as directly in front of Snape as she could, to keep herself from looking back at him.
Snape suddenly said aloud, "Are we close to McGonagalls rooms?"
Startling her out of her thoughts, Hermione turned around, stopping in front of him.
"What was that?" She said, looking at him, wondering what could be important enough to talk about right now.
"I asked if we were getting closer to the room where we are supposed to be going," He spoke a bit slower, looking at her with a bored and frustrated expression.
Hermione closed her mouth, which had been slightly open. She could feel her cheeks turning slightly red, and held back a long sigh. Well, this was Snape, all right. He stood there, waiting for an answer, and knowing that he just mocked her, said slowly, "Why, haven't you ever been to Professor McGonagall's room before? Don't you know the way around the school you have been going to for almost your entire life?"
She mentally cursed herself for always getting so easily offended, and tried to breathe out quietly.
Snape looked at her, narrowing his eyes. "For some reason, I never made it the goal of my life to find out and remember where she kept herself,"
"Well, then, we are basically there - it is up the hall," She forced a slight smile onto her features and turned around again, sighing, listening to a little voice in her head laughing at her for thinking that this Snape, though looking nicer, would act any different.
Hermione turned and faced the door on her right, and reached her hand into her pocket, bringing out the ring of keys. She put the first one up to the lock, and put it into the keyhole. She sighed as she tried to turn it, and it wouldn't budge. She tried in the second. Didn't work.
She sighed loudly, trying the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh keys.
Snape moved closer to her, reaching for the keys she held.
"Let me try," He said, grabbing them and moving her over. She glaring at him, moving over to watch.
"It's not going to work," She said, leaning
against the wall and watching him try and put each key into the keyhole.
"We are just going to have to go back -" Hermione grabbed the keys from him, and put them in her pocket. She turned around and began to walk, and turned around again, impatient, and watched Snape take his wand out of a really large pocket.
Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes as he raised it.
"Alohomora," He said, tapping the knob.
"Do you really think that is going to work? I am sure
that Professor McGonagall is much smarter then-"
Snape turned the door knob, looked haughtily at Hermione, and walked in.
Hermione stood for a second, her mouth slightly open. She stared at where Snape had been, feeling like a fool, and then remembered her task, and walked hastily into the room.
"The box you need is under a few in her closet," Hermione said, shutting the door behind her and mustering up her dignity. Looking around the room she saw a door on her left, and two on her right. "Which door is it?" she said quietly, mostly to herself.
She walked to the second door on her left, and looked in. It was a lavatory. "Well, not this one," She muttered.
She heard a door open and close behind her. She turned around, and saw Snape leaving one of the doors to go to the one next to it.
"It's this one," He said, grabbing the knob and turning, opening the door in a quick sweep.
Hermione walked across the room, and stood a few feet away from Snape, who was taking the top boxes down from one of the towering stacks. She stood there, debating on whether or not to help and take down boxes, or to let him tackle them himself.
Snape took the last one off, and put it on a stack of two behind him, and knelt down on the floor, scooting the bottom box out of the closet and into an open spot.
He knelt down again, and placed his hands in the cracks of the flaps that were folded over each other. His long hair fell back into his face as he leaned over to examine the contents of the box, and he reached up to tuck it back behind an ear.
Hermione bit her lip. She walked over and knelt down, and put her hand in the box, moving some of the contents around.
"Well, I don't think this is the one," She said slowly, raising a book titled 'Dancing the Wizard Tango' out of the box.
"Brilliant deduction," Snape said sarcastically, grabbing the book from her and placing it back into the box, and refolded the flaps.
He went back over to the stacks of boxes he made in front of the closet door, and began to open a top one.
Feeling obligated to help; Hermione went over and leaned over a box next to Snape. She poked at the folded flaps, trying to pull them apart, and ripped a corner off one.
She finally tore a whole flap off (she is one of the few who have problems getting into cardboard boxes - intelligent people are often idiots in other ways), and managed to get into the box. Bright pink cloth blinded her from inside the box. She pulled on some of the visible cloth, bringing out an entire robe.
Hermione couldn't help but grin as she held up the robe
properly, looking over it.
She barely managed to suppress a roaring laugh when she caught the look Snape
gave his new robes. She folded over the robe and placed it back into the box,
and waved it over to Snape.
"Well, thank god for transfiguration." Hermione placed her hand over mouth, trying to hold the rising corners of her mouth down.
Snape eyed Hermione's strange reactions. He frowned. "Of course McGonagall would suggest transfiguration…" He pulled all the pink robes out of the box, about five or six of them, and brought them over to the desk.
He hesitated before reaching into his pocket to bring out his wand, and
murmured something while tapping his wand on one of the robes.
It turned red. Hermione eyed the robe suspiciously and looked at Snape.
"Our robes-" She caught herself just as she was about to say, ' our robes, as students must be black'. Snape was a professor, after all. If he wanted his robes to be red.... She lifted an eyebrow as Snape turned around and stared at her.
He turned back around tapped his robe again.
This time it turned green. Well, Hermione thought to herself. At least that color would look better.
"Do you not know how to properly turn it the color you want, or are you just trying out different colors?" Hermione said loudly, sighing and throwing her hands into the air. "Honestly! Hurry up, we don't have all day. I have to get back to see if I can help with anything else."
Snape whirled around and took a step forward, glaring at Hermione with his wand raised in his hand.
"Do you honestly think that if I could turn it black correctly that I wouldn't?" He yelled, pointing his wand back to the green robe. "I don't want it pink, or green, or any other color," Exasperated, he plopped backwards into a chair.
Hermione raised her eyebrows, and formed her lips into an 'o'. She stifled a laugh, but at the same time felt kind of sorry for this pathetic little Snape. Before, she would really have given anything to see Snape in such a humiliating situation, but now she felt slightly bad for him, and he must be really tired, and confused, and he was in a pretty bad situation. It didn't excuse him for being the horrible dictator he was to the Gryffindors, but, it was still a really pathetic sight.
She sighed, and walked over to McGonagalls desk, which had the green robe laid out on it. Hermione raised her wand and muttered a spell, and instantly turned the robe black.
"There," She said, folding her arms and raising her chin up slightly. "I fixed it - but I still don't think it would be the right size." Hermione grabbed the robe from off the desk, holding it up, and poked at the expanded chest area.
He grabbed it from her, and put it back onto the desk. He took his wand and
tapped it on the robe. It grew three, four, five sizes, or so…
Hermione raised an eyebrow and observed Snapes fuming profile. He looked positively furious, and gripped his wand so tightly that Hermione figured it would splinter.
"Um, why don't you put it on, and then I will magic it to a perfect size," She suggested hopefully. She wanted it to be out of courtesy, but somewhere she knew that it was just because she wanted to show off some more.
Hermione watched as Snape slowly turned his head towards her.
"Are you trying to tell me that I can't do it right?" He narrowed his eyes into a venomous glare as he stood there.
Hermione wanted to shout 'Yes!' but restrained herself. There was an awkward silence as Hermione looked around the room, avoiding Snape's glare, wanting to get out this place… and silent laughter bounced around in her head as she thought about Snape, the almighty, Potions Master, fear-me-god-of-black Snape being horrible at simple transfiguration and charms. Well, you lose some, you gain some…
Snape scoffed and picked up the robe, and glided across the floor in his over-sized robe to the bathroom door, opened it, and slamming it behind him.
"So I am guessing I won't help at all, then," Hermione sighed and pulled up a chair in front of McGonagalls desk. Surveying the room, she sighed again and thought about the cleaning that she would have to be doing in a few seconds… she hauled herself off the chair and started to stuff un-opened boxes back into the side closet, along with cloaks, stray shoes, and some other miscellaneous items.
She dropped a box suddenly when she heard a yelp in the other room a few minutes later. Automatically thinking he had hurt himself or gotten into some questionable personal things of McGonagalls, she sighed, wondering why in hell she had let him go run off to that room like a big baby.
Hurriedly she walked to the other side of the room, where the room was located.
She flung open the door and then peered inside, immediately finding herself facing a very irritated Snape.
A dangerous, malevolent, homicidal Snape, was more like it. He was standing in the middle of the room, situated in front of the mirror.
Her gaze automatically lingering downwards, she gasped at the robe he was wearing. He had somehow changed it back to green, or it was a different one, and it was about three feet too short, and ten sizes to tight. Skin-and-bones-hugging tight. Hermione couldn't blink.
Choking back a laugh, she observed Snape's lanky frame.
"Do you mind?" He said suddenly, sounding slightly short of breath. He stepped back, bringing his legs together more.
Hermione felt her face redden, and managed to choke out an 'I'm sorry' with a laugh, and took her wand out. She waved it quickly, and the cloth scrunched up against Snape grew and expanded out. He immediately took in a deep breath, bringing a hand to his chest to massage it.
Still feeling a bit humbled, she turned around to walk out of the room, but Snape suddenly said quickly,
"Wait-" She turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Could you - transfigure these, also?" He waved his hand elegantly over the pile of robes next to him, obviously in pain over the humbling request he had to make.
She sighed, walking towards the pile of pink cloth. Picking up the large pile, she went over to the glass and iron bar window, and opened it slowly, trying to ease the creaking sound.
Stuffing one of the robes into the crack of the window, she turned and saw Snapes bewildered expression. "I am throwing these out," She said quickly, going back to the robes she was stuffing out the window.
"I can see that much- but why? Can't you just use a spell to get rid of them?" He furrowed his eyebrows together, and eyed the pink robes falling out onto the Hogwarts grounds.
"Yes, but the spell is very loud, and if I did it inside here we would both go deaf." Hermione put her hand out of the window, aiming her wand at the pile of pink cloth on the grass below the window, and muttered a spell that sent a blue yet of light streaming out. Hermione quickly shut the window, and stood, counting backwards from ten, and at one there was a large shrieking noise.
Hermione looked back out the window. "Gone." She said, and turned back to Snape.
"Take off that robe, and give it to me," She turned again and pointed to the robe he was wearing.
He eyed her, sending out an odd expression, and grabbed the black robe lying on the counter behind him. "Well, turn around-"
Hermione twirled around, and looked out the window, onto the dark, moonlit grounds. She gazed up at the bright, full moon, and realized suddenly, that somewhere out in the world, her old professor Lupin was curled up somewhere as a werewolf.
Something to her right, in the window, caught her eye. It was a reflection - of Snape undressing. He wasn't facing her, so she looked curiously at him, and her eyes lingered on his long black hair that fell across his pale back.
Feeling a blush creeping back up her neck, she quickly shifted a bit, so that he wasn't visible to her anymore.
She coughed. "Are you done yet?" She called over her back.
"Yes -"
Hermione turned back around, and watched as Snape un-tucked his long hair. He grabbed the new robe beside him and flung it at her, and folded his arms.
"How many of these do you think you will need?" She said quietly, putting her hand in the air to grab a fist full of the falling robe. It was very warm. She took out her wand, and held it above the robe.
"Four. That should be good enough." He tilted his chin down and watched her tap his robe with her wand, and said an incantation.
He must not be used to having people help him with stuff - he has got a big pride issue, Hermione thought, and folded up the robe, and put it on the floor. She put her wand back into the air, and waited for the copied robe to come out.
She caught the robe that came bursting out of her wand tip, and then held it up. It looked fine, almost exactly like the first. She held up her wand twice more, and watched two more robes fall out of her wand, to make four robes total.
Folding each of them up, and putting them into a stack, she walked over and handed them to Snape. "There," She said quickly, and stuffed her wand back in her pocket.
Hermione reached out to pull back the already open lavatory door, and made her way back out to main office room.
"Well, I think we'll go up to the Slytherin room, for now," Hermione turned back to Snape. "I don't see why I should accompany you there - but, if Dumbledore says to, I guess I will…"
Snape walked quickly to the open closet door in front of him, squished the remaining two boxes that were outside of it in, and then shut the door.
Hermione followed as he walked quickly out the door to McGonagalls office.
After waiting a few minutes for Snape to come back with a 'thanks' or some other form of gratitude for what she did, she gave up and continued walking down the corridors and stairs, basically following Snape. He knew where he was going, and she basically didn't. She wasn't required to know where the Slytherin common room was in the first place, and she wasn't from Slytherin, so she actually didn't know where it was.
Hermione began to go over anything she could do to help with the commotion down in the Great Hall, if there was anything left to be helped. Hermione suddenly wondered if Snape would be returning to normal in a few days, or if he would have to be given an antidote to return him to normal. Perhaps he will be nicer for one reason or another, Hermione thought suddenly.
The thought that Snape might never become the 'normal' Snape crept into Hermione's mind, though it sounded odd. Dumbledore, for one, wouldn't let that happen, and, two… two…
Hermione couldn't really see any advantage to becoming a 38-year-old if you were 18. Besides the fact that he was potions master, and the only qualified one to teach at Hogwarts.
Snape suddenly turned his head around, and caught Hermione's eye.
"By the way, Thank you," His eyes relaxed - though as dark and ominous as ever - and he smiled slightly.
Hermione hesitantly returned the smile, and even though he turned around and continued walking right after he made the slight gesture, she felt the tingling in her stomach long afterwards.
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Wow… over twenty reviews with one chapter! Oh, thank you so much, all you wonderful reviewers out there! Ok, I hope this chapter was good enough for you for now. Thanks again! Man, you have no idea how odd this chapter was for me to write… I re-read it, and when I did, I nearly chocked a hundred times. There are some things that I feel like I would never write that I did, like that part where Hermie was watching that young, hot sevvie undressing…. I take things slow. If any of you have read my story Messing With History, you would understand….
There will be lots of Snapie/Herm romance, but in my own twisted ways. I love putting them together under special circumstances. It is my life's most fun challenge. Do not continue reading if wonderfully written plots and plot twists (provided by Ducky!) disgust you. Or if you like instantaneous, in-bed-the-first-night relationships. Or boring, straight, predictable emotions. People aren't one way or another. People ask you for a pencil, say thanks, then call you a Bitch and shove you into the wall and hate you all in the same minute. It is reality, and that is what my stories portray. Sorry. Review soon, ok? So that I know if you want more or not.
Thanks so much again!