Bubble Bath 7
Hermione was surprised at how well the boys were taking the news. Ron's reaction was coloured by his absolute terror that Hermione might want to go out with him again, because he was a young man with his whole life in front of him. So, 'better him than me' just about summed it up, with a hint of 'poor devil'. He never thought the day would come when he would feel some sort of sympathy of Severus Snape. The thought of the poor sod at the mercy of Hermione had succeeded where crucio at the hands of Lord Voldemort had left him unmoved.
Harry's response was a little more thoughtful. "Does this mean that we can get Malfoy after all?"
"Let me tell you about Malfoy," she said, and proceeded to do so. She decided not to tell them about Severus's epiphany as to the identity of the impostor. She didn't think they were ready to hear that they were sharing a bed on a regular basis. And a sofa, a bath, a floor, a wall, his desk...
"But why would Snape want to punish him for that. Seems to me he's done Snape a favour?" said Ron, oblivious to Hermion's increasingly stormy expression. He suddenly realised what Harry's frantic signalling was about, and with a hardly noticeable change of gear added, "After all you can't deny that he's lucky to get someone as wonderful as you, Hermione."
She gave him a hard stare, but allowed him to wriggle off the hook. "The point is," she continued, "I am annoyed with the little ferret because both of us very nearly got booted out of Hogwarts; and Severus is annoyed because the little ferret saw me in the bath."
They continued to look puzzled.
"With no clothes on."
Ah. Enlightenment dawned. She wondered what it was about men that made them oblivious to the fact that she might not be entirely happy about being seen in the bath by Draco Malfoy. First Severus, now Ron and Harry.
It was fortunate that Hermione didn't see the affectionate glance that Ron gave her breasts. Seeing them for the first time was one of the happiest memories of their gruelling night of passion, before it all went horribly wrong.
Hermione yawned.
"You look worn out, Hermione. Why don't you have a lie down and catch up on some sleep." there was a nasty silence as the two boys realised why she was so tired before Harry rushed on ". and we'll catch up with you later."
"Good idea," she said simply, and headed off to bed.
Ron was still cringing at the thought of Hermione and Snape, well, at it. His sympathies had swung round to Hermione now as he thought of the poor girl lying underneath the Greasy Git as he . ugh. Best not to think about it.
Harry waited until Hermione was well clear of the room before turning to Ron and saying, "Come on. I think we ought to go and see Snape."
"Why?" said Ron, hurrying out of the Common Room after Harry.
"Revenge."
"Revenge? I don't think Snape will want our help in dealing with Malfoy."
"You are an idiot sometimes, Ron. Not revenge on Malfoy. Revenge on Snape." Harry's smile was beatific. "Think about it. We can ask him all sorts of personal questions. We can ask him if his intentions are honourable. We can even threaten to hex him if he treats her badly and he has to put up with it."
"You want to . you're the idiot Harry. He'll never stand for it."
"He will. He has to. He has no other choice, not if he wants to keep seeing Hermione."
Ron's smile was, if anything, even more evil than Harry's was. "But we'll still get Malfoy?" he queried.
"Oh, yes. But first we have bigger fish to fry!"
Severus was not happy to be woken from his nap by the sound of knocking at the door. He was in two minds as to whether he wanted to see Hermione at the moment. He couldn't imagine any circumstances in which he wouldn't be pleased to see her, but dear god he needed some rest. He didn't think that she would take a suggestion that they just cuddle up and go to sleep as anything other than a challenge, and he had no doubt he would rise to the occasion. He could take some Pepper Up potion, he supposed. Or one of the more exotic Lust Potions he just happened to have on hand in his private store.
He had just decided to settle for slipping her a sleeping potion, resting till a light lunch, and then spending the afternoon shagging - so giving him plenty of time for an early night - when he opened the door to be confronted with Potter and Weasley.
He blenched.
They obviously knew about his relationship with Hermione, and his future at Hogwarts now rested in their hands. Judging by the smiles on their faces, they were well aware of it.
He was tired, and he was off balance because he wasn't sure that you could call two nights of passion a relationship and he wasn't really used to being happy, but he was still Snape.
He rather thought that the outcome of this particular confrontation would determine who had the upper hand going forward. It was rather like dominant bucks clashing for the right to mate with the rest of the herd. If he won, they would accept him as Hermione's whatever-he-ended-up-as. Boyfriend. Lover. Husband.
Husband?
If they won, he would spend the rest of his time with Hermione jockeying for position and competing for her attention.
He'd do it, but he wouldn't like it.
Once the initial shock faded, his brain kicked back into life and one very important fact struck him - there was no way they could tell Albus without getting Hermione into trouble. In fact, the more he thought about it the more he realised that they were just a minor annoyance. There was nothing they could actually do to him. Hermione was not likely to take their intervention in her love life very well, so they couldn't look for support there either.
So, they've come down here to bluff the Head of Slytherin without any cards in their hands. He could dispose of the two of them in about half an hour, still have time for a decent nap, and be back on track for the light lunch and an afternoon with Hermione.
He smiled back and had the immense pleasure of watching their smug certainty fade. Now they were wondering what he knew, and what that they hadn't thought of.
Perfect.
Hermione was surprised at how well the boys were taking the news. Ron's reaction was coloured by his absolute terror that Hermione might want to go out with him again, because he was a young man with his whole life in front of him. So, 'better him than me' just about summed it up, with a hint of 'poor devil'. He never thought the day would come when he would feel some sort of sympathy of Severus Snape. The thought of the poor sod at the mercy of Hermione had succeeded where crucio at the hands of Lord Voldemort had left him unmoved.
Harry's response was a little more thoughtful. "Does this mean that we can get Malfoy after all?"
"Let me tell you about Malfoy," she said, and proceeded to do so. She decided not to tell them about Severus's epiphany as to the identity of the impostor. She didn't think they were ready to hear that they were sharing a bed on a regular basis. And a sofa, a bath, a floor, a wall, his desk...
"But why would Snape want to punish him for that. Seems to me he's done Snape a favour?" said Ron, oblivious to Hermion's increasingly stormy expression. He suddenly realised what Harry's frantic signalling was about, and with a hardly noticeable change of gear added, "After all you can't deny that he's lucky to get someone as wonderful as you, Hermione."
She gave him a hard stare, but allowed him to wriggle off the hook. "The point is," she continued, "I am annoyed with the little ferret because both of us very nearly got booted out of Hogwarts; and Severus is annoyed because the little ferret saw me in the bath."
They continued to look puzzled.
"With no clothes on."
Ah. Enlightenment dawned. She wondered what it was about men that made them oblivious to the fact that she might not be entirely happy about being seen in the bath by Draco Malfoy. First Severus, now Ron and Harry.
It was fortunate that Hermione didn't see the affectionate glance that Ron gave her breasts. Seeing them for the first time was one of the happiest memories of their gruelling night of passion, before it all went horribly wrong.
Hermione yawned.
"You look worn out, Hermione. Why don't you have a lie down and catch up on some sleep." there was a nasty silence as the two boys realised why she was so tired before Harry rushed on ". and we'll catch up with you later."
"Good idea," she said simply, and headed off to bed.
Ron was still cringing at the thought of Hermione and Snape, well, at it. His sympathies had swung round to Hermione now as he thought of the poor girl lying underneath the Greasy Git as he . ugh. Best not to think about it.
Harry waited until Hermione was well clear of the room before turning to Ron and saying, "Come on. I think we ought to go and see Snape."
"Why?" said Ron, hurrying out of the Common Room after Harry.
"Revenge."
"Revenge? I don't think Snape will want our help in dealing with Malfoy."
"You are an idiot sometimes, Ron. Not revenge on Malfoy. Revenge on Snape." Harry's smile was beatific. "Think about it. We can ask him all sorts of personal questions. We can ask him if his intentions are honourable. We can even threaten to hex him if he treats her badly and he has to put up with it."
"You want to . you're the idiot Harry. He'll never stand for it."
"He will. He has to. He has no other choice, not if he wants to keep seeing Hermione."
Ron's smile was, if anything, even more evil than Harry's was. "But we'll still get Malfoy?" he queried.
"Oh, yes. But first we have bigger fish to fry!"
Severus was not happy to be woken from his nap by the sound of knocking at the door. He was in two minds as to whether he wanted to see Hermione at the moment. He couldn't imagine any circumstances in which he wouldn't be pleased to see her, but dear god he needed some rest. He didn't think that she would take a suggestion that they just cuddle up and go to sleep as anything other than a challenge, and he had no doubt he would rise to the occasion. He could take some Pepper Up potion, he supposed. Or one of the more exotic Lust Potions he just happened to have on hand in his private store.
He had just decided to settle for slipping her a sleeping potion, resting till a light lunch, and then spending the afternoon shagging - so giving him plenty of time for an early night - when he opened the door to be confronted with Potter and Weasley.
He blenched.
They obviously knew about his relationship with Hermione, and his future at Hogwarts now rested in their hands. Judging by the smiles on their faces, they were well aware of it.
He was tired, and he was off balance because he wasn't sure that you could call two nights of passion a relationship and he wasn't really used to being happy, but he was still Snape.
He rather thought that the outcome of this particular confrontation would determine who had the upper hand going forward. It was rather like dominant bucks clashing for the right to mate with the rest of the herd. If he won, they would accept him as Hermione's whatever-he-ended-up-as. Boyfriend. Lover. Husband.
Husband?
If they won, he would spend the rest of his time with Hermione jockeying for position and competing for her attention.
He'd do it, but he wouldn't like it.
Once the initial shock faded, his brain kicked back into life and one very important fact struck him - there was no way they could tell Albus without getting Hermione into trouble. In fact, the more he thought about it the more he realised that they were just a minor annoyance. There was nothing they could actually do to him. Hermione was not likely to take their intervention in her love life very well, so they couldn't look for support there either.
So, they've come down here to bluff the Head of Slytherin without any cards in their hands. He could dispose of the two of them in about half an hour, still have time for a decent nap, and be back on track for the light lunch and an afternoon with Hermione.
He smiled back and had the immense pleasure of watching their smug certainty fade. Now they were wondering what he knew, and what that they hadn't thought of.
Perfect.
