00Snape
Severus The Lover
"Hermione?" a male voice came from the region of her neck, and the Gryffindor turned over partialy.
"Mmmm?" she murmered, kissing the fingers that snaked around her face, running long digits over her cheekbones and through her cinnamon tresses.
"I love you." The voice said, and she smiled, lips unders his palm.
"I love you too." She answered lazily, and kissed his hand as he began to kiss and knead her naked back.
"You're tense." He stated, and she widened her eyes in mild surprise.
"You're beautiful, but I don't complain." She answered, smirking slightly, and he pinched her gently in return. She rolled over onto her back, trapping his hand under her neck, and leaving him half sitting up over her as she began to kiss his chest.
"You little minx." He snarled happily, kissing her exposed face and down her neck. Hermione smiled and tugged the silk sheets up around her body, smiling at the black look in his eyes.
"Hmmph." He muttered, freeing his arm and laying kisses across the crown of her wavey and curly hair.
"Disappointed?" she purred.
"No." he answered, tugging the sheets away quickly to expose her, and kissing her hard on the mouth.
"You…!" she excalimed, shivering when he released her, and rolled slowly off the large bed. Her feet slipped naturally into the curled toe slippers at the side of the bed, and she picked up a silver backed brush off the bedside table where it sat. Releasing her hair from the plait it was in, she shook it out and allowed the man to tug the ends before tapping him gently with the brush and brushing it out and back into loose bun, tendrils of hair curling over her face.
"Whatever are you doing?" he asked as she stood up, naked, and began to pad over the end of the bed where a silk dressing gown lay discarded.
"I have to go back up." She answered absently.
"Why? Today is Sunday? No lessons." He sounded vaguely peeved as he sat up and began a similar robing process.
"I have to see someone." She murmered, and he frowned.
"Malfoy?" he sounded slightly jealous, and she smiled.
"Yes, but not just Malfoy." He turned away, clearly in some sort of minor huff and she came over and threw her arms around his lean form, trailing kisses over his neck as he shivered in anticipation. "Malfoy's just a good friend." She said, and lowered her voice, "Whereas you, O magnificant one, are a lover. Why would I swap Malfoy for you?"
As he opened his mouth to answer, she kissed him for a long time, employing her tongue frrely, and then vanished from the room via the oaken door like a will-o-wisp.
Meanwhile, the roaring fireplace had begun to turn green, and then man went over, wrapping the robe more firmly around himself, and pulling on a pair of black silk boxers. The fire spat afew times and then Dumbledore's head appeared, smiling broadly.
"Can you come upto my room please?" he requested, and the man nodded curtly. Dumbledore began to disappear and soon only a disembodied voice was heard.
"Nice to see you using your manor, Severus."
"Not so nice to see your head in my fireplace!" exploded Severus Snape angrily.
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"Hermione?" came a rather dazed and slightly incomprehensible voice from the deep recesses of the mountainous gold and marroon chairs by the gryffindor fireplace. Hermione Granger, sneaking into her room at nine o'clock in a dark green silk revealing dressing-gown and silver slippers with nothing on underneath froze, squeked.
"Eeep!" was what she said. Harry Potter, in a terry towelling gown staggered up from his armchair and peered at her with bleary eyes. Ronald Weasley emerged from the opposite chair dressed in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a loose white T-shirt with a distinctly awake expression on his freckly face.
"What on earth are you wearing?" he squeled, one eye closed as he attempted to annalysis the gown without seeing anything he didn't feel was needed.
"Er." Was Hermione's coherant answer, and even Harry seemed to notice the slits up the side and the distinctly see through appearance, and the embroidery over certain places in silver.
"Where on earth have you been?" he demanded, almost closing his eyes but deciding against it.
"Uh."
"Where have you been!" screeched Ron. "Have you been with a boy?!"
"Nah," muttered Hermione sarcastically, "He was a woman."
"Eeeeeeeeeeek!" came the reply and Ron and Harry glanced at each other before backing away slowly.
"What? You guys are gay, face it." Hermione sounded peeved.
"Yeah, but you're, like, like, Hermione."
"Look, you utter poufs," snarled their friend, "I was with a man."
"Is that any better, Harry?" asked Ron.
"No, Ron, I don't think it is, Ron."
"What's with the names?" asked Hermione.
"Uh, they sound like, sorta, mafia?" Harry sounded hopefull, and Hermione snorted with laughter.
"Yeah, yeah." She began to edge towards the staircase but Harry, still half asleep, moved to block her easily. She half cursed under her breath.
The badge upstairs in her room began to vibrate, very slowly, towards the inkstand on her desk.
"Who were you with? We're gonna gun 'is guts out." Snarled Ron.
"Uh, I really don't think you could." The girl replied stalling for time.
"Is 'e older than us?"
"Ron, you prick, we're seventh year. He couldn't be older than us." Harry sounded peeved, and glared at his boyfriend.
"Bad vibes, you two, bad vibes." Said Hermione, beginning to edge towards the stairs again, realising no help was forthcoming because this was an occasion for last minute shopping in Hogsmede. Harry moved rather quickly; grasping her arms and forcing her down into an armchair.
The badge, in it's vibrating, had knocked agaist a pile of books, pulling the inkstand and parchment with it as it went.
"Who is he? And why didn't you tell us?" he said angrily.
"Uh,"
"You didn't even tell us about working with Malfoy!" exclaimed Ron, looming over her as she picked at the silver rose embroidery.
"Malfoy!" shouted Harry loudly, "It's Malfoy!"
The books, around seven texts, were teetering on the brink of the desk, almost ready to fall to gravity's charms.
"Ha!" exclaimed Hermione. "Draco is my chum, not my sex partner!" Both boys shuddered. "What?"
"The thought of our little Mione sleeping with a man!" exclaimed Ron, "Is hideous!"
"Thanks." She said, getting up and pushing them out of the way.
The books toppled with an enormous crash onto the floor above them, and almost instantly ink began to fall through the ceiling in droplets. The badge, still vibrating, sat atop the mess.
"What was that?" jumped Ron, and Hermione watched as the comman room door swung open.
"Perfectio?" came a husky voice, and she smiled, ignoring her friends, who were looking terrified as the ink dropped atop their heads.
"Mmmmm, my love?" she answered, and the portrait swung open and her lover entered, dressed in black high neck robes. He smiled at her, and they embraced. Harry and Ron glanced at each other, then at Snape and –
"YYYYEEEEOOOOW!" howled Ron, dropping to the ground in a dead faint. Snape jumped violently, and swung around, only to find Harry Potter rocking gently on his feet, sucking his thumbs.
"Oh." Was all he could say.
"Leave them here. Draco and I can take them back upto the Hospital Wing when we go."
"Draco's outside." Said Snape, looking at her strangely. "Why do you have to go to the hospital wing?"
Hermione teared up instantly and began gently pushing him out of the door, grabbing Draco by the arm and yanking him in as she shut the door.
Thus, Severus Snape was left at the base of the Gryffindor Tower, alone, with a great many unanswered questions, a burning hatred for Draco, and the thought of having to obliviate Potter and Weasley. Of course, he was fairly happy about that…
Author's Note: I'm so happy! Well, kinda. Thankye kindly for your nice reviews. I've had one repetative question over the reviwes which is 'what the fuck are you going on about? I don't get you.' So, here goes:
There are five chapters in this ficlet, some longer than long. Each deals with a different element of Severus Snape:
1. Snape the Man – this deals with the occupational greasy git side of Snape and his subject of potions.
2. Lord Snape the Gentleman – dealing with his role as a womanizing gentleman, and his childhood.
3. Severus the Lover – doesn't that explain itslef?
4. Sev The Expectant – yet to be published. Future hopes and traumatic experiances…
5. 00Snape the Spy – His role in the war, as a spy and a soldier.
The sixth chapter isn't really a chapter, merely entitled: Sev and his sequal. That's upto you, my readers to decide if you want a sequel.
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P.s. I don't own Scarhead. I wish I owned Sev.