*A/N: I cant read this chapter anymore... I just can't. its so horrable,
but dont stop reading because I hate my story ^^" thanks to the reviewerd
who read the story which is more then I can do right now.*
10
"Lavender," Hermione said it quietly as lavender turned the corner leading to transfiguration. Hermione's stomach gave a nervous tug, and she let out a short sigh as lavender looked over to her, Hermione urged Lavender to come in closer. Hermione looked down at her watch, she really had to go, but she had to tell someone or all her friends would get concerned.
How was she going to say this one? Hey, Lavender, don't mind if I'm gone because I'm going to help professor Snape with his poison presentation... yes it's kind of a extremely nice thing to do for him... well actually I don't mind all that much spending some time with him... by that I mean me being completely engulfed in every part of him...
"Lavender, I'm going to go work on a project for a couple days, don't worry about me, okay?" Hermione let out a nervous smile. Of course she knew that being secretive with Lavender wasn't going to work all that well. Lavender looked at Hermione in complete disbelief.
"Hermione, what skipping class this near to the end of the year?" Lavender didn't yell it out but at the same Hermione wanted to put her hand over her mouth. Lavender had to be so out right saying these things so just about anyone could hear her. At least she didn't ask what the project was. Thank god for small miracles.
"Like I said its not exactly skipping." Really it wasn't! Hermione yelled to her mind. She felt queasy at the thought of skipping school. But she was working on getting a recommendation to a good collage so it wouldn't matter. Plus she would be with a teacher. Well, not bbeing/b with a teacher, unless if things went horribly well. ihorribly wrong!/i Her calm connected side of her brain was yelling. That was when she felt the feeling of someone else's was presence right behind her.
"Granger, skipping class?" The drawl was like an ice water as she turned to see Draco smirking with a hint of superiority "My, the world is going to end isn't it?" Hermione let out a glare, rolling her eyes at Malfoy's returned gaze
"Not that its any of your business..." She fully intended to blab right then and there that she was doing work for the head of Malfoy's house, of course it wouldn't have been the smart thing to do. But it was even less smart to strangle the boy. He was pissing her of, and she barley had any time left! She didn't want to be late. She was cut off anyhow.
"Well I'm sure Professor Snape will make it his." Malfoy let out a small cackle before darting off towards the dungeons. Hermione let out an exasperated sigh. That boy was so frickin dumb, he was going to be late to class too now. But no need to concern herself with the incredible stupidity of others she needed to get to Snape's too.
"Bye!" Hermione piped as she dashed off after the Malfoy.
...
Severus was glad to hear the knock on the door, she was just on time too. He smiled to himself because no one was around, he was getting rather used to the idea of spending more time with Hermione. And being she had already worked out her speech he didn't have to think about making sure that one of his students looked dumb. And then Malfoy walked in.
God, what was up with the boy, he was panting like a mad dog, and yammering on about something that was not distinguishable in the least bit. This is exactly the kind of stuff that made him look bad. Thank god it wasn't Draco going with him. After a few more seconds under Severus's glare Draco finally managed to sputter understandable words.
"Granger is skipping class for days, and said that there was nothing anyone could do about it, being a smart ass and all..." Severus knew Draco was saying something else, but he saw Hermione standing at the open door now. She looked slightly flustered and walked into the room with an air of 'This is all bullshit', plopping down into Severus's desk chair, letting her bag clang to the ground. Damn, she looks sexy pissed off, Severus involuntarily thought.
"Speak of the devil" Malfoy muttered when he saw Severus look at Hermione. Hermione couldn't help but smile a bit as she saw Draco's astonishment. She was soaking it all in, the boy who thought he had his professor wrapped around his little finger had no control. It really was a beautiful thing. And she couldn't help but notice a bit of amusement creep into Severus's eyes. He didn't look like he was about to put on a show of being the big bad teacher for once, so she might as well test her luck. It was too good of an opportunity to miss.
"Malfoy, I have business with Professor Snape here, and I do believe that you are late for class." Draco's mouth dropped open and as he looked helplessly at Severus, who quickly shielded himself from all signs of enjoying this whole skeptical, gave a curt nod. He thought he saw Draco's mouth drop a bit more.
"What? How? Why for the love of god Professor are you working with that mud.. I mean, her!?" Hermione was wondering what he would do next. She wanted him to say it was because he secretly want to searingly kiss her, feeling her body pressed up against him, and then she imagined Malfoy running from the room to leave them to their own devices. Of course that would never happen, so Severus gave a simple reply.
"Dumbledore suggested it. And I'm sorry to say the girl is right, you need to get to class now before I take points away." Severus pointedly ushered Malfoy toward the door as the boy stepped out astonished, he shut the door hearing a soft hysterical laughter behind him. Hermione was head in arms on the desk shaking from her laughter. Severus felt himself smile shaking his head.
"Hermione, that was quite a display. I don't know if I approve." Hermione sat up gasping for air looking at Severus. It was nice to hear his voice, not quite as cold as it was during class. She tried her best to put on an apologetic face.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly. Severus felt a crash of guilt over him. Damn her, he was not supposed to feel guilty. The truth was he had enjoyed the whole charade and had not suspected Hermione to take him so seriously. He nodded walking towards her offering a hand up.
"Its okay, our bags are this way, we best get them before the ministry beams us over." So they grabbed the bags. Hermione feeling anxious at the thought of visiting the ministry for an overnight stay. She heard if the money was spent that you could get a particularly nice room over there. And was she going to be in the same room as Severus? She was so transfixed on her own thoughts and also on the small talk she threw over to Severus to notice the tiny spider that sat on the brim of her bag.
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Severus swept away from the reception desk at the hotel they were staying at. God damned muggles had such a slow system. Dumbledore said that by staying here they would get a better room for the same price. Too bad he didn't mention that muggle receptionist were always trying to weasel you into getting a room for twice the price. He looked down at Hermione who was dealing with the door boy who didn't understand the meaning of extremely fragile, and he saw her take the potion herself to keep the container from shattering.
"It will be 10 minuets before its clean..." He told Hermione who nodded, unsurprised. Well she was raised a muggle after all. Hermione surveyed the waiting room champagne colored faded carpeting with the matching printed chairs. Out the window she could see the muggle sky scrapers. Professor Severus Snape looked so out of place there. She had already been asked what sort of convention they were going to because of their robes.
"So, lets sit down." Hermione suddenly noticed what Severus had saw all along, the place was packed. All except for one chair and half which she saw him heading for. How much of a gentleman could he be? Not like he should be a gentleman, it wasn't supposed to be a honeymoon. Not that she would need to ever think about honeymoons with Severus. ishush/i Hermione childed herself, Hermione felt her thought process overflow. And there was Severus already sitting down, basterd.
Severus was proud of himself for getting the only chair left. Hermione looked rather confused, he smirked. If she was so comfortable in her muggle world she could stand. Severus felt kind of guilty for this, he told himself not to be. Why should he feel guilty for thinking bad thought about that granger chick? Did he just call her a chick?
Oh, gods wait, was she going to sit down on his lap?
Severus moved aside slightly as Hermione fell back into the chair. Hermione smiled to herself at the mortified look on his face. Her ass was press up to his, after all it was only a chair and half. She decided to punish him even more for him thinking he could get away with out offering her the chair, she leaned back onto his chest. Hermione felt his heart racing. Did she really scare him that much?
Or did he not want to get that close with the girl who killed his father, a small voice nagged way in the back of her head. She tried to push it away, but it leapt coiling back, whenever she saw him. She still sat and wondered what it would be like if she hadn't had told him. She would still be here, but she wouldn't be worrying if he hated her. But she would be worrying if she should tell him. Or if he would find out. It was all a big trade off, really.
"Comfortable?" Severus growled out, she just thought she could lie like this, people were looking. Plus she was almost laying on him! Severus was wiggling his arm around trying to find a comfortable position for himself, now that was better. iNO!/i his mind screamed s he noticed his arm was warped around Hermione's hips. He looked to see Hermione blush in mid nod. Great now she thinks her potions teacher wanted to cuddle with her, now if only he didn't want to.
"You?" Hermione murmured still feeling astonished at the fact he had just wrapped his arm around her waist. It was so nice, she didn't even want to over think it. She was fine as she ever was.
"Okay, I guess, you took up my chair though." Severus felt the girl stifle back a laugh, he was actually holding her, like she was his. And the old lady who he had told they were monks five minutes ago when asked what convention they were going to looked a trifle confused. Bloody convincing monks they were. "So, Hermione could you explain your bit of the presentation..."
...
Hermione was sliding the card key across the lock of the door, while she could feel Severus standing behind her giving that confused look. He had a hard time trying to open the door, she made it look so easy. Hermione stepped into the cold room, well at least he would be comfortable. Too bad they were on the 36th floor, She couldn't help wondering if the man had ever been that far up in his whole life.
"Bloody fucking hell." Severus muttered looking out the window, down towards the ground were the small cars were busily zooming around. He had never spent as much as fleeting moments in the muggle word, and now he was glancing down at it from way too high up in the air.
Hermione glanced at the bus boy that had put their luggage down angrily left in a huff because evidently no one was getting around to tipping him. She sniggered a bit at the dark man hunching onto the window ledge, his knuckles beginning to turn white from the grip.
"What?" Severus quickly turned around, an uneasy look in his eyes.
"Afraid of heights?"Hermione questioned defiantly across the room. Severus glared back, she was going to play up his weakness was she? Not that he had a weakness, it's just that he had never been in this position before. Severus swept away from her glance picking up his black briefcase bag from the small pile by the door.
"No." He answered starkly placing the case on a bookshelf, opening it with a snap. Hermione knew he was avoiding her gaze, he was so lying. Oh, this was going to be fun, see couldn't help thinking. Hermione, though she had learned to live with her professor, still had to get him back for the first 6 years of her Hogwarts education.
"Its you just lived in a whole your hole life..."
"That's quite enough Ms. Granger." He snared over to her, she smiled to herself. He was defensive, this was a sign he was really uncomfortable now. Either that or he was about to pull a Professor Snape on her and take house points away. Which he couldn't do, she reassured herself, since they were outside of Hogwarts grounds, not even on Hogwarts business.
"Like a fish out of water." Hermione announced to him. Severus spun to face her walking forward furious. He wasn't going to strangle her was he? Oh now that would be too easy. He was going to beat her to death with that little white book he was holding. i Don't upset Snape while unpacking /i Hermione mentally noted for if she should survive this encounter.
"I would really appreciate it if you would so kindly shut up Hermione." Severus said in a dangerous voice. He looked down to the girl who was biting her lip, either afraid or trying to hold back a laugh. Probably both. Why couldn't she just shut up sometimes? Gryffindor, honestly.
"Dumbledore would know if you beat me to death with a book." Hermione announced. Severus held back his laugh, the girl was crazy. Beat her to death with a book? What did she think he was? A serial killer who had a thing with book beating? Would there even be enough force to kill a person with a book.
"He would never guess." Hermione shivered at his low voice, dangerous, but with a touch of soft velvet thrown in. That and he was smirking, was that a good or bad sign? It was sure as hell sexy, but that was totally beside the point. The point in which being he was holding the book above her head.
Severus let the book down with a soft playful smack on her head dropping it off in her lap. Sitting down on the other side of the couch with Hermione inquisitively flipping the book over. Until she finally saw the embossed cover of the book she gasped slowly dragging her finger across it, as if to see if it was real.
"None," she said looking up at him. Severus let out a little smile and nodded. "So this is the book you all follow?"
"Our Bible, I thought that since you were the book type you might like to see it." Hermione was beaming as she opened up to the first page. Members only owned the book and she had never known a member before, so this was her first time setting eyes on the book. It was like a new toy to Hermione.
"None - No one.
That is who one is in the none, no one special. One with the great moral standard to except the place as no one. No one person can save the world, but the None can. Un tied back by the need for fame and fortune the none will work from any side to stop all violence..."
Hermione started reading the book out loud her voice floating over to Severus's mind as he leaned back and enjoyed the calm a simple book could bring. At least when the person you need to calm is Hermione Granger. It was rather nice, her voice, softly bringing the rhythm into the room.
Hermione read of the None, she read how they believed that saving the world was to make both sides live on but more in harmony of the other. How the none would be willing to do anything to help the cause. And never except anything to come of it. Hermione stopped reading, she had been reading for a good hour. She was pretty sure that Severus's even deep breathing was a sign of his sleep.
It was kind of like her and him. They had learned to live in harmony, were rather willing to do anything for the other. Well she wasn't sure about him, at least she was. But maybe that was for a different reason than he might have for helping her. He didn't b like /b her, did he? And last of all she expected nothing to come of it. She would graduate soon and then she would never see Severus Snape again.
Hermione softly leaned back onto her professor settling her head against his shoulder. It was rather bitter sweet, her just laying there thinking about how she had fallen for her ugly old stupid mean professor, who was really a young dark intelligent moralized man who she was secretly laying against. He was comfortable too. And it was then when she saw the spider web in the corner of the room.
i Your imagining it Hermione /i she told herself. But there it was, as clear as day, the spider web. But it wasn't just any spider web, it had the words scripted into it... I love you.
Hermione's mind flashed back to the last time she heard that, those words from him, Harry Potter. She had just smacked him. She was so sore, stained, sobbing, practically nude as well as silently screaming. He still had the silencing spell on her. He was sitting on the couch pulling up his boxers with one hand on his face looking at her.
She didn't remember much about that look except the smile. The same smile that had been in the Pictures of the daily profit what seemed like almost daily. Brood, full, grinning down at you, only this time she saw it the first thing she thought of was evil. She fled to the corner of the room to her suitcase, franticly trying to find some clothing.
"It's okay Hermione." He said softly, Hermione shrunk away at his voice it was advancing closer to her. She managed to get a robe and throw it on protectively holding it shut as she spun around to see him. She backed as far into the corner as possible.
It was not okay. It was as fucking far away from okay as possibly imaginable! What was his problem? You could just not go and do this to a person. No, you didn't rape a person an then go up to them and say its okay, that it was a jolly good time and lets do it again sometime. Oh and about that murder lets just pass it off as another possible supporter of Voldemort down the drain. Of course the guy didn't even have a dark mark. He must have done something wrong. Was it as wrong as raping your best friend though? Was it?
Hermione screamed it all out to his face, which was approximately 5 inches from her own. Only making air gasps and the sound her nose running. She didn't care that she looked like the had two extremely red eyes with snot coming out of her nose then and her face covered with uncountable layers of tears, and that all she could do was pull her robe closer to her body. Because it was what he said next that was all she was thinking about.
"I love you."
No. Never. Never ever.
It was all she could silently say to him as her mouth gaped open form the shock of the man, no, boy, little immature child in front of her. He thought he loved her so all she could possibly do was love him back, because he was Harry Potter and no one said no to Harry Potter and really meant it. Never mind she was Ron's girlfriend, that she was not in love with him, that he was such perfect prick that he could go become the devil's lover as far as she was concerned. Hermione blindly shoved him out of her way as she ran towards the bathroom.
"Hermione! Please come out, You don't understand, Its just not for your body. I'm not like Ron, All he likes you for is to kiss and grope and stuff like that, he just wont say it. I want to really love you, we can go get married and get a little house and have kids and live a perfect life!" Harry called through the bathroom door as Hermione turned the shower on to scolding hot water, stepping in burning herself in attempt to forget other pains.
He was a liar. Ron didn't just want to use her, he was just jealous, and she would never go to live with him and have his children. Never, it made her sick just thinking about it.
Hermione looked up at that spider web wanting to smash the spider sitting n it watching her. But she couldn't kill it because then t would turn back into a human and she would have killed Harry Potter. That wouldn't be painful enough for him either. She had to make him suffer.
She closed her eyes trying to think straight, her body slowly moving up and down with every one of Severus's breaths. It was so nice being with him, she replayed the thought in her head. Her body naturally fitting into him, and his young handsome body. And the funny thing was what would make her happiest would make Harry most miserable. And with this Hermione let out her smile. The sweet smile of relief, because she understood it all now.
Hermione turned to kneel on the couch, slowly bringing her hand to his face. Her heart pumping twice as fast as normal, and feeling like it was in her heart at the same time. She gently traced a line from his forehead around his cheekbone and to his chin. Almost jumping when Severus opened his eyes.
What the hell was going on? Severus had just awoken to this feeling, it was a good feeling though. So soft, so loving. He slowly opened his eyes letting out a soft intake of air as he saw Hermione's face hovering above his own. Her soft brown locks falling in his face. He slowly pushed them back. Hermione took his hand and stood him up.
Hermione stood praying her legs weren't going to give away as she looked up to the man, his eyes showed a confusion. "Its okay" she muttered softly to him bringing her arms around his face leaning him down to kiss her. He complied bringing his lips down to a slow caress over hers. Slowly deepening until she felt the full intensity of his tongue openly exploring her mouth in a way that made her breath fall away from her. This was what she wanted. And after it the kiss broke for need of air and she felt him pull her into his chest resting his head onto of hers. This is what Harry hated.
And it was exactly at that moment the ministry decided to bring their guests to them via the portkeys placed around their necks.
10
"Lavender," Hermione said it quietly as lavender turned the corner leading to transfiguration. Hermione's stomach gave a nervous tug, and she let out a short sigh as lavender looked over to her, Hermione urged Lavender to come in closer. Hermione looked down at her watch, she really had to go, but she had to tell someone or all her friends would get concerned.
How was she going to say this one? Hey, Lavender, don't mind if I'm gone because I'm going to help professor Snape with his poison presentation... yes it's kind of a extremely nice thing to do for him... well actually I don't mind all that much spending some time with him... by that I mean me being completely engulfed in every part of him...
"Lavender, I'm going to go work on a project for a couple days, don't worry about me, okay?" Hermione let out a nervous smile. Of course she knew that being secretive with Lavender wasn't going to work all that well. Lavender looked at Hermione in complete disbelief.
"Hermione, what skipping class this near to the end of the year?" Lavender didn't yell it out but at the same Hermione wanted to put her hand over her mouth. Lavender had to be so out right saying these things so just about anyone could hear her. At least she didn't ask what the project was. Thank god for small miracles.
"Like I said its not exactly skipping." Really it wasn't! Hermione yelled to her mind. She felt queasy at the thought of skipping school. But she was working on getting a recommendation to a good collage so it wouldn't matter. Plus she would be with a teacher. Well, not bbeing/b with a teacher, unless if things went horribly well. ihorribly wrong!/i Her calm connected side of her brain was yelling. That was when she felt the feeling of someone else's was presence right behind her.
"Granger, skipping class?" The drawl was like an ice water as she turned to see Draco smirking with a hint of superiority "My, the world is going to end isn't it?" Hermione let out a glare, rolling her eyes at Malfoy's returned gaze
"Not that its any of your business..." She fully intended to blab right then and there that she was doing work for the head of Malfoy's house, of course it wouldn't have been the smart thing to do. But it was even less smart to strangle the boy. He was pissing her of, and she barley had any time left! She didn't want to be late. She was cut off anyhow.
"Well I'm sure Professor Snape will make it his." Malfoy let out a small cackle before darting off towards the dungeons. Hermione let out an exasperated sigh. That boy was so frickin dumb, he was going to be late to class too now. But no need to concern herself with the incredible stupidity of others she needed to get to Snape's too.
"Bye!" Hermione piped as she dashed off after the Malfoy.
...
Severus was glad to hear the knock on the door, she was just on time too. He smiled to himself because no one was around, he was getting rather used to the idea of spending more time with Hermione. And being she had already worked out her speech he didn't have to think about making sure that one of his students looked dumb. And then Malfoy walked in.
God, what was up with the boy, he was panting like a mad dog, and yammering on about something that was not distinguishable in the least bit. This is exactly the kind of stuff that made him look bad. Thank god it wasn't Draco going with him. After a few more seconds under Severus's glare Draco finally managed to sputter understandable words.
"Granger is skipping class for days, and said that there was nothing anyone could do about it, being a smart ass and all..." Severus knew Draco was saying something else, but he saw Hermione standing at the open door now. She looked slightly flustered and walked into the room with an air of 'This is all bullshit', plopping down into Severus's desk chair, letting her bag clang to the ground. Damn, she looks sexy pissed off, Severus involuntarily thought.
"Speak of the devil" Malfoy muttered when he saw Severus look at Hermione. Hermione couldn't help but smile a bit as she saw Draco's astonishment. She was soaking it all in, the boy who thought he had his professor wrapped around his little finger had no control. It really was a beautiful thing. And she couldn't help but notice a bit of amusement creep into Severus's eyes. He didn't look like he was about to put on a show of being the big bad teacher for once, so she might as well test her luck. It was too good of an opportunity to miss.
"Malfoy, I have business with Professor Snape here, and I do believe that you are late for class." Draco's mouth dropped open and as he looked helplessly at Severus, who quickly shielded himself from all signs of enjoying this whole skeptical, gave a curt nod. He thought he saw Draco's mouth drop a bit more.
"What? How? Why for the love of god Professor are you working with that mud.. I mean, her!?" Hermione was wondering what he would do next. She wanted him to say it was because he secretly want to searingly kiss her, feeling her body pressed up against him, and then she imagined Malfoy running from the room to leave them to their own devices. Of course that would never happen, so Severus gave a simple reply.
"Dumbledore suggested it. And I'm sorry to say the girl is right, you need to get to class now before I take points away." Severus pointedly ushered Malfoy toward the door as the boy stepped out astonished, he shut the door hearing a soft hysterical laughter behind him. Hermione was head in arms on the desk shaking from her laughter. Severus felt himself smile shaking his head.
"Hermione, that was quite a display. I don't know if I approve." Hermione sat up gasping for air looking at Severus. It was nice to hear his voice, not quite as cold as it was during class. She tried her best to put on an apologetic face.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly. Severus felt a crash of guilt over him. Damn her, he was not supposed to feel guilty. The truth was he had enjoyed the whole charade and had not suspected Hermione to take him so seriously. He nodded walking towards her offering a hand up.
"Its okay, our bags are this way, we best get them before the ministry beams us over." So they grabbed the bags. Hermione feeling anxious at the thought of visiting the ministry for an overnight stay. She heard if the money was spent that you could get a particularly nice room over there. And was she going to be in the same room as Severus? She was so transfixed on her own thoughts and also on the small talk she threw over to Severus to notice the tiny spider that sat on the brim of her bag.
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Severus swept away from the reception desk at the hotel they were staying at. God damned muggles had such a slow system. Dumbledore said that by staying here they would get a better room for the same price. Too bad he didn't mention that muggle receptionist were always trying to weasel you into getting a room for twice the price. He looked down at Hermione who was dealing with the door boy who didn't understand the meaning of extremely fragile, and he saw her take the potion herself to keep the container from shattering.
"It will be 10 minuets before its clean..." He told Hermione who nodded, unsurprised. Well she was raised a muggle after all. Hermione surveyed the waiting room champagne colored faded carpeting with the matching printed chairs. Out the window she could see the muggle sky scrapers. Professor Severus Snape looked so out of place there. She had already been asked what sort of convention they were going to because of their robes.
"So, lets sit down." Hermione suddenly noticed what Severus had saw all along, the place was packed. All except for one chair and half which she saw him heading for. How much of a gentleman could he be? Not like he should be a gentleman, it wasn't supposed to be a honeymoon. Not that she would need to ever think about honeymoons with Severus. ishush/i Hermione childed herself, Hermione felt her thought process overflow. And there was Severus already sitting down, basterd.
Severus was proud of himself for getting the only chair left. Hermione looked rather confused, he smirked. If she was so comfortable in her muggle world she could stand. Severus felt kind of guilty for this, he told himself not to be. Why should he feel guilty for thinking bad thought about that granger chick? Did he just call her a chick?
Oh, gods wait, was she going to sit down on his lap?
Severus moved aside slightly as Hermione fell back into the chair. Hermione smiled to herself at the mortified look on his face. Her ass was press up to his, after all it was only a chair and half. She decided to punish him even more for him thinking he could get away with out offering her the chair, she leaned back onto his chest. Hermione felt his heart racing. Did she really scare him that much?
Or did he not want to get that close with the girl who killed his father, a small voice nagged way in the back of her head. She tried to push it away, but it leapt coiling back, whenever she saw him. She still sat and wondered what it would be like if she hadn't had told him. She would still be here, but she wouldn't be worrying if he hated her. But she would be worrying if she should tell him. Or if he would find out. It was all a big trade off, really.
"Comfortable?" Severus growled out, she just thought she could lie like this, people were looking. Plus she was almost laying on him! Severus was wiggling his arm around trying to find a comfortable position for himself, now that was better. iNO!/i his mind screamed s he noticed his arm was warped around Hermione's hips. He looked to see Hermione blush in mid nod. Great now she thinks her potions teacher wanted to cuddle with her, now if only he didn't want to.
"You?" Hermione murmured still feeling astonished at the fact he had just wrapped his arm around her waist. It was so nice, she didn't even want to over think it. She was fine as she ever was.
"Okay, I guess, you took up my chair though." Severus felt the girl stifle back a laugh, he was actually holding her, like she was his. And the old lady who he had told they were monks five minutes ago when asked what convention they were going to looked a trifle confused. Bloody convincing monks they were. "So, Hermione could you explain your bit of the presentation..."
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Hermione was sliding the card key across the lock of the door, while she could feel Severus standing behind her giving that confused look. He had a hard time trying to open the door, she made it look so easy. Hermione stepped into the cold room, well at least he would be comfortable. Too bad they were on the 36th floor, She couldn't help wondering if the man had ever been that far up in his whole life.
"Bloody fucking hell." Severus muttered looking out the window, down towards the ground were the small cars were busily zooming around. He had never spent as much as fleeting moments in the muggle word, and now he was glancing down at it from way too high up in the air.
Hermione glanced at the bus boy that had put their luggage down angrily left in a huff because evidently no one was getting around to tipping him. She sniggered a bit at the dark man hunching onto the window ledge, his knuckles beginning to turn white from the grip.
"What?" Severus quickly turned around, an uneasy look in his eyes.
"Afraid of heights?"Hermione questioned defiantly across the room. Severus glared back, she was going to play up his weakness was she? Not that he had a weakness, it's just that he had never been in this position before. Severus swept away from her glance picking up his black briefcase bag from the small pile by the door.
"No." He answered starkly placing the case on a bookshelf, opening it with a snap. Hermione knew he was avoiding her gaze, he was so lying. Oh, this was going to be fun, see couldn't help thinking. Hermione, though she had learned to live with her professor, still had to get him back for the first 6 years of her Hogwarts education.
"Its you just lived in a whole your hole life..."
"That's quite enough Ms. Granger." He snared over to her, she smiled to herself. He was defensive, this was a sign he was really uncomfortable now. Either that or he was about to pull a Professor Snape on her and take house points away. Which he couldn't do, she reassured herself, since they were outside of Hogwarts grounds, not even on Hogwarts business.
"Like a fish out of water." Hermione announced to him. Severus spun to face her walking forward furious. He wasn't going to strangle her was he? Oh now that would be too easy. He was going to beat her to death with that little white book he was holding. i Don't upset Snape while unpacking /i Hermione mentally noted for if she should survive this encounter.
"I would really appreciate it if you would so kindly shut up Hermione." Severus said in a dangerous voice. He looked down to the girl who was biting her lip, either afraid or trying to hold back a laugh. Probably both. Why couldn't she just shut up sometimes? Gryffindor, honestly.
"Dumbledore would know if you beat me to death with a book." Hermione announced. Severus held back his laugh, the girl was crazy. Beat her to death with a book? What did she think he was? A serial killer who had a thing with book beating? Would there even be enough force to kill a person with a book.
"He would never guess." Hermione shivered at his low voice, dangerous, but with a touch of soft velvet thrown in. That and he was smirking, was that a good or bad sign? It was sure as hell sexy, but that was totally beside the point. The point in which being he was holding the book above her head.
Severus let the book down with a soft playful smack on her head dropping it off in her lap. Sitting down on the other side of the couch with Hermione inquisitively flipping the book over. Until she finally saw the embossed cover of the book she gasped slowly dragging her finger across it, as if to see if it was real.
"None," she said looking up at him. Severus let out a little smile and nodded. "So this is the book you all follow?"
"Our Bible, I thought that since you were the book type you might like to see it." Hermione was beaming as she opened up to the first page. Members only owned the book and she had never known a member before, so this was her first time setting eyes on the book. It was like a new toy to Hermione.
"None - No one.
That is who one is in the none, no one special. One with the great moral standard to except the place as no one. No one person can save the world, but the None can. Un tied back by the need for fame and fortune the none will work from any side to stop all violence..."
Hermione started reading the book out loud her voice floating over to Severus's mind as he leaned back and enjoyed the calm a simple book could bring. At least when the person you need to calm is Hermione Granger. It was rather nice, her voice, softly bringing the rhythm into the room.
Hermione read of the None, she read how they believed that saving the world was to make both sides live on but more in harmony of the other. How the none would be willing to do anything to help the cause. And never except anything to come of it. Hermione stopped reading, she had been reading for a good hour. She was pretty sure that Severus's even deep breathing was a sign of his sleep.
It was kind of like her and him. They had learned to live in harmony, were rather willing to do anything for the other. Well she wasn't sure about him, at least she was. But maybe that was for a different reason than he might have for helping her. He didn't b like /b her, did he? And last of all she expected nothing to come of it. She would graduate soon and then she would never see Severus Snape again.
Hermione softly leaned back onto her professor settling her head against his shoulder. It was rather bitter sweet, her just laying there thinking about how she had fallen for her ugly old stupid mean professor, who was really a young dark intelligent moralized man who she was secretly laying against. He was comfortable too. And it was then when she saw the spider web in the corner of the room.
i Your imagining it Hermione /i she told herself. But there it was, as clear as day, the spider web. But it wasn't just any spider web, it had the words scripted into it... I love you.
Hermione's mind flashed back to the last time she heard that, those words from him, Harry Potter. She had just smacked him. She was so sore, stained, sobbing, practically nude as well as silently screaming. He still had the silencing spell on her. He was sitting on the couch pulling up his boxers with one hand on his face looking at her.
She didn't remember much about that look except the smile. The same smile that had been in the Pictures of the daily profit what seemed like almost daily. Brood, full, grinning down at you, only this time she saw it the first thing she thought of was evil. She fled to the corner of the room to her suitcase, franticly trying to find some clothing.
"It's okay Hermione." He said softly, Hermione shrunk away at his voice it was advancing closer to her. She managed to get a robe and throw it on protectively holding it shut as she spun around to see him. She backed as far into the corner as possible.
It was not okay. It was as fucking far away from okay as possibly imaginable! What was his problem? You could just not go and do this to a person. No, you didn't rape a person an then go up to them and say its okay, that it was a jolly good time and lets do it again sometime. Oh and about that murder lets just pass it off as another possible supporter of Voldemort down the drain. Of course the guy didn't even have a dark mark. He must have done something wrong. Was it as wrong as raping your best friend though? Was it?
Hermione screamed it all out to his face, which was approximately 5 inches from her own. Only making air gasps and the sound her nose running. She didn't care that she looked like the had two extremely red eyes with snot coming out of her nose then and her face covered with uncountable layers of tears, and that all she could do was pull her robe closer to her body. Because it was what he said next that was all she was thinking about.
"I love you."
No. Never. Never ever.
It was all she could silently say to him as her mouth gaped open form the shock of the man, no, boy, little immature child in front of her. He thought he loved her so all she could possibly do was love him back, because he was Harry Potter and no one said no to Harry Potter and really meant it. Never mind she was Ron's girlfriend, that she was not in love with him, that he was such perfect prick that he could go become the devil's lover as far as she was concerned. Hermione blindly shoved him out of her way as she ran towards the bathroom.
"Hermione! Please come out, You don't understand, Its just not for your body. I'm not like Ron, All he likes you for is to kiss and grope and stuff like that, he just wont say it. I want to really love you, we can go get married and get a little house and have kids and live a perfect life!" Harry called through the bathroom door as Hermione turned the shower on to scolding hot water, stepping in burning herself in attempt to forget other pains.
He was a liar. Ron didn't just want to use her, he was just jealous, and she would never go to live with him and have his children. Never, it made her sick just thinking about it.
Hermione looked up at that spider web wanting to smash the spider sitting n it watching her. But she couldn't kill it because then t would turn back into a human and she would have killed Harry Potter. That wouldn't be painful enough for him either. She had to make him suffer.
She closed her eyes trying to think straight, her body slowly moving up and down with every one of Severus's breaths. It was so nice being with him, she replayed the thought in her head. Her body naturally fitting into him, and his young handsome body. And the funny thing was what would make her happiest would make Harry most miserable. And with this Hermione let out her smile. The sweet smile of relief, because she understood it all now.
Hermione turned to kneel on the couch, slowly bringing her hand to his face. Her heart pumping twice as fast as normal, and feeling like it was in her heart at the same time. She gently traced a line from his forehead around his cheekbone and to his chin. Almost jumping when Severus opened his eyes.
What the hell was going on? Severus had just awoken to this feeling, it was a good feeling though. So soft, so loving. He slowly opened his eyes letting out a soft intake of air as he saw Hermione's face hovering above his own. Her soft brown locks falling in his face. He slowly pushed them back. Hermione took his hand and stood him up.
Hermione stood praying her legs weren't going to give away as she looked up to the man, his eyes showed a confusion. "Its okay" she muttered softly to him bringing her arms around his face leaning him down to kiss her. He complied bringing his lips down to a slow caress over hers. Slowly deepening until she felt the full intensity of his tongue openly exploring her mouth in a way that made her breath fall away from her. This was what she wanted. And after it the kiss broke for need of air and she felt him pull her into his chest resting his head onto of hers. This is what Harry hated.
And it was exactly at that moment the ministry decided to bring their guests to them via the portkeys placed around their necks.