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Waking up in Snape's arms was quite possibly the best thing that had ever happened to Hermione. She had never felt so safe and loved until now, and watching him sleep, it was quite safe to say he felt the same way. Severus began to stir and gradually opened his eyes, focusing in on Hermione, the new found love of his life. She was propped up on one elbow, her soft ringlets falling over one eye, and she was smiling down upon him, setting his heart alight with love for her.
"Morning," He whispered. Hermione didn't reply with words, but with a kiss on the forehead, which was even better to him. He pulled her head down and began to kiss her on the lips, searchingly, as if daring her to pull away, but she didn't. Eventually, Snape drew back and smiled at her, and Hermione climbed out of bed, beginning to get dressed.
"Up already?" He drawled lazily, almost willing her to come back to bed.
"Of course, some of us have lessons to teach," She teased, "We are going to have to keep this secret you know."
"I know," He sighed, "But all I want to do is declare my love for you, as loud as possible, to everyone I see! Is it too much to ask?"
She gave a wry smile. "Apparently, yes, so keep things on the down low, Severus. Anyway, you should be getting up. You happen to have a potions class this morning, do you not? I'm sure they would be most enthusiastic to hear that you skipped class to have sex with their defense teacher"
"Fair enough," Snape groaned and laughed at the same time, "You win but I expect you to make up for it tonight!"
"I will" came a coy response as she left him to get dressed.
Dumbledore couldn't help but smile as Hermione entered, followed five minutes later by Snape, both looking like they had seen nights of more sleep, but less fun. As they sat down on either side of him, he watched for signs of acknowledgement, and noticed them passing sly looks down the table. It was a shame he had to call the meeting he did, but it was inevitable. Passing the message both ways of the table, he proceeded to tell the staff to be in the staff room at twelve noon for his meeting but he did not mention what the cause was, in case anybody overheard that he did not want to, not including Peeves, because frankly, it didn't matter whether Dumbledore wanted him to do something or not, he always did just the opposite.
Wondering what the headmaster might want to call a meeting about, Snape decided to wait until later to mark his papers for potions. He set his current class away on the task of making a beauty potion and sat himself in his chair, drifting off into his own little world. He knew it must be serious for the Headmaster not to say anything in front of the students. Snape knew all he could do was wait.
The time of the meeting arrived, slowly but surely and the staff filed into the staff room. All making themselves comfortable, they listened in anticipation, as Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to talk.
"I'm sure you are all eager to know why you are here, so I won't beat about the bush. We all know Voldemort is gone, and for that I am very grateful, but recently, there has been a series of muggle killings, and whether it has anything to do with death eaters or not, I would like you all to be on the look out for anything suspicious. I would rather anything like this was nipped in the bud, so to speak!" He smiled before continuing, "However, I do not want anyone to worry, I am just trying to be safe. You are all free to leave now if you please" He bowed and left the room.
Hermione sat there, quite gobsmacked at what Dumbledore had said, praying in her mind that it wasn't anything to do with death eaters rebelling, possibly rising up but how could they know? All that was left to do was get on with teaching.
Snape wandered up to Hermione's room that night and softly tapped on the door, giving her somewhat of a fright. She let him in, quite gladly and he sat on the bed, pulling her into a warm embrace.
"How I've wanted to do that all day!" He nuzzled into her, making her feel safe, safer than she had felt all day.
"And how I've wanted you to do that all day!" She responded. "What do you make of the meeting we had?" she inquired, trying to sound natural.
"Well, its serious but I don't believe it to be the death eaters." He told her. This answer satisfied her if only for a little while."Now come here!" He growled in his voice of velvet, pulling her clothes off and Hermione had nothing to do but to succumb to the waves of pleasure, washing over her.
Asleep, in Snape's arms no less, Harry once again came to Hermione in a dream, this time not to show her how he was doing though, but to pass on some news.
"Hermione, it is the death eaters killing the muggles. I'm sure you suspected it all along. I need you to do something. Get in contact with Ron and tell Dumbledore, you need to prevent any more killings, and you need to stop the ring leader, before things go the same way as last time" He told her.
"But who is the ring leader?" She inquired desperately.
"Lucius Malfoy" He said, "Don't forget, contact Ron and tell Dumbledore!" And with that, Harry slowly began to fade from view, leaving Hermione awake in the dark, dreading the next morning.
Waking up in Snape's arms was quite possibly the best thing that had ever happened to Hermione. She had never felt so safe and loved until now, and watching him sleep, it was quite safe to say he felt the same way. Severus began to stir and gradually opened his eyes, focusing in on Hermione, the new found love of his life. She was propped up on one elbow, her soft ringlets falling over one eye, and she was smiling down upon him, setting his heart alight with love for her.
"Morning," He whispered. Hermione didn't reply with words, but with a kiss on the forehead, which was even better to him. He pulled her head down and began to kiss her on the lips, searchingly, as if daring her to pull away, but she didn't. Eventually, Snape drew back and smiled at her, and Hermione climbed out of bed, beginning to get dressed.
"Up already?" He drawled lazily, almost willing her to come back to bed.
"Of course, some of us have lessons to teach," She teased, "We are going to have to keep this secret you know."
"I know," He sighed, "But all I want to do is declare my love for you, as loud as possible, to everyone I see! Is it too much to ask?"
She gave a wry smile. "Apparently, yes, so keep things on the down low, Severus. Anyway, you should be getting up. You happen to have a potions class this morning, do you not? I'm sure they would be most enthusiastic to hear that you skipped class to have sex with their defense teacher"
"Fair enough," Snape groaned and laughed at the same time, "You win but I expect you to make up for it tonight!"
"I will" came a coy response as she left him to get dressed.
Dumbledore couldn't help but smile as Hermione entered, followed five minutes later by Snape, both looking like they had seen nights of more sleep, but less fun. As they sat down on either side of him, he watched for signs of acknowledgement, and noticed them passing sly looks down the table. It was a shame he had to call the meeting he did, but it was inevitable. Passing the message both ways of the table, he proceeded to tell the staff to be in the staff room at twelve noon for his meeting but he did not mention what the cause was, in case anybody overheard that he did not want to, not including Peeves, because frankly, it didn't matter whether Dumbledore wanted him to do something or not, he always did just the opposite.
Wondering what the headmaster might want to call a meeting about, Snape decided to wait until later to mark his papers for potions. He set his current class away on the task of making a beauty potion and sat himself in his chair, drifting off into his own little world. He knew it must be serious for the Headmaster not to say anything in front of the students. Snape knew all he could do was wait.
The time of the meeting arrived, slowly but surely and the staff filed into the staff room. All making themselves comfortable, they listened in anticipation, as Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to talk.
"I'm sure you are all eager to know why you are here, so I won't beat about the bush. We all know Voldemort is gone, and for that I am very grateful, but recently, there has been a series of muggle killings, and whether it has anything to do with death eaters or not, I would like you all to be on the look out for anything suspicious. I would rather anything like this was nipped in the bud, so to speak!" He smiled before continuing, "However, I do not want anyone to worry, I am just trying to be safe. You are all free to leave now if you please" He bowed and left the room.
Hermione sat there, quite gobsmacked at what Dumbledore had said, praying in her mind that it wasn't anything to do with death eaters rebelling, possibly rising up but how could they know? All that was left to do was get on with teaching.
Snape wandered up to Hermione's room that night and softly tapped on the door, giving her somewhat of a fright. She let him in, quite gladly and he sat on the bed, pulling her into a warm embrace.
"How I've wanted to do that all day!" He nuzzled into her, making her feel safe, safer than she had felt all day.
"And how I've wanted you to do that all day!" She responded. "What do you make of the meeting we had?" she inquired, trying to sound natural.
"Well, its serious but I don't believe it to be the death eaters." He told her. This answer satisfied her if only for a little while."Now come here!" He growled in his voice of velvet, pulling her clothes off and Hermione had nothing to do but to succumb to the waves of pleasure, washing over her.
Asleep, in Snape's arms no less, Harry once again came to Hermione in a dream, this time not to show her how he was doing though, but to pass on some news.
"Hermione, it is the death eaters killing the muggles. I'm sure you suspected it all along. I need you to do something. Get in contact with Ron and tell Dumbledore, you need to prevent any more killings, and you need to stop the ring leader, before things go the same way as last time" He told her.
"But who is the ring leader?" She inquired desperately.
"Lucius Malfoy" He said, "Don't forget, contact Ron and tell Dumbledore!" And with that, Harry slowly began to fade from view, leaving Hermione awake in the dark, dreading the next morning.