Disclaimer: Even though I wish I had created Harry Potter and everything, I
didn't so none of this is mine, I'm just messing around with the characters
and enjoying myself by screwing them over MUWAHAHAHA
I knock on the door, and Snape answers it, we stand there for a moment, just looking at each other...then he looks down the corridor in both directions before saying
"Please, come in."
As I step in , he backs up then closes the door hurriedly behind me.
"You look nice, but I suppose I should tell you where we are going before we leave and take the potion?"
"Oh yes, where are we going?"
"Well, I thought maybe a concert? I got the tickets already, but if you don't want to go, then I can return them and it will be okay."
"Ooh! A concert! Who is performing?"
"It's actually a mostly muggle band, have you heard of AFI? The main guy is a wizard, but the rest who are in it are muggles...their music is a guilty pleasure of mine, I suppose."
I squeak, then scream
"AFI IS MY FAVORITE AMERICAN MUGGLE BAND! I didn't know they were playing over here! I've never been to one of their concerts because they've never been to where I live!"
"They aren't, I thought we'd apparate."
"Okay... so I see a few problems with this. I'm underage, I'm not allowed to apparate. Secondly, I don't have a passport. Thirdly, how else are we supposed to get there without being gone for days?"
"You can't apparate, I know, I'm not a blundering idiot. But don't worry about that now. Right now, we have to drink some of the potion I made so we can transform."
He walks over to the stone counter and picks up two small phials of murky, reddish liquid. He hands one to me and says
"Drink it"
He pulls out the stopper of his and swallows it in one gulp. I pick the top off and take two sips of the indistinctly lemony flavored liquid... it doesn't feel like anything is happening, so I watch him sink to the ground and sit there, holding his middle...Ugh, I fall to the floor in front of him, gah, my stomach, I am bent in half as I sit looking at my knees, the hair that fell in front of my face is becoming straight and lighter coloured, I look at my hands, my skin is also becoming more pale than it already was, my finger nails have grown a tiny bit, I feel slightly achy now...I look over at Severus
"Whoa!"
"What?"
"You look like you are 18! Your hair!"
He has brown hair, and he is very slightly tanner, but otherwise his looks are the same
"You haven't seen your result!"
I stand up and run to his room to a mirror... I have shoulder length, * straight *, dirty-blonde hair, light brown eyes and a slightly different eye shape, and I have a couple freckles on my fairer skin... my size is the same, I just feel like I'm holding myself differently, but otherwise it's not a drastic change... since we are going to a concert, maybe I should fix my clothes... I take off the vest and the polo shirt and put the v-neck vest back on... I walk back out to Severus... He is leaning against the counter pulling his hair back into a ponytail...
"How are we going to leave the castle looking like this?"
He hands me a school robe
"No one will notice."
Uh...right, I hope so, I pull on the black robe over my outfit and stare at him some more. He's really quite sexy, tee-hee
"What?"
"Nothing" I say in a faintly sing-song tone
He takes my arm and locks it into his, I can feel myself blushing evenly.
We walk out into the hall, nobody is around, thank goodness. We keep walking out towards the door, not too quickly, just quickly enough so we aren't noticed if anyone walks by.
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We are soon walking through the crunchy snow by the greenhouses to the end of the school property. I can see his breath in the air, he sees me looking up at him and reaches around my shoulders and holds me tighter as we walk.
I can feel my heart beating through my chest.
I suppose we are out of the school grounds because he all of a sudden stops and faces me.
"I am going to hold you while I apparate so we can both apparate without you breaking any rules, you wouldn't want to get splinched." I wince faintly. Then he hugs me with his hands resting near the small of my back ... I realize I should probably hold onto him too, so I reach around his middle and embrace him there
"Hold on tighter," I re-grip, "Okay, here we go."
All of a sudden I feel like I am upside down then as soon as it started, my feet hit the ground, hard.
"Are you all here?"
"Yes. Where are we?"
I look around...it's an old, slightly dusty living room of a home
"My uncle's old house, I own it now. But otherwise, we are in New York."
"I've never been to the States before..."
"I know, you don't have a passport, right."
I look around at everything in there, then I remember I am still clutching for dear life on him. I ease my grip, making to let go, but he is still holding me firmly, so I don't release. He begins talking, his mouth barely brushing against my forehead...
"I used to visit here a lot. I haven't been back here for a year or so though. Maybe I should clean, but I'm not thinking about doing that now. We've got a concert to go to."
His lips are still moving even though he isn't talking... but this time, not in the same way.
He has just softly kissed me.
I pull back, a bit taken aback; he looks a little confused, but then says
"Let's go" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
We are driving along a highway in his car, chatting comfortably about little things like the people we know, his parents, my parents, my muggle life, then age...
"So Sev, how old are you?"
"Er...do you really want to know?"
"Why not?"
"Well..."
"Oh come on! It's just a number! I don't care obviously that you are older."
"If it's just a number then why must you know?"
"Please?" I put on an innocently, cute smile, just to annoy him
"Fine." He shifts around in his chair for a second, "Fine. I am 34 years old."
"Really? I thought you were older!"
"Gee, thanks." I sense the sarcasm dripping from each syllable.
"Sorry, I just don't see what's so bad about that, you just are so much more mature than other people in their 30's I know."
He answers curtly, "I've been through more than the average 34 year old."
"I know, but not what exactly you've gone through, I just know you've been through it." I must sound absurd
He just sighs
"You okay?"
"Yeah, sure. We are close to the amphitheatre."
"What happens if you get pulled over? Do you have a license that suits your image now?"
"Really think I need one?"
"Well, actually no, you could just use magic and keep going."
"Exactly." He smiles, "Sometimes I think you forget you are a witch Hermione."
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I knock on the door, and Snape answers it, we stand there for a moment, just looking at each other...then he looks down the corridor in both directions before saying
"Please, come in."
As I step in , he backs up then closes the door hurriedly behind me.
"You look nice, but I suppose I should tell you where we are going before we leave and take the potion?"
"Oh yes, where are we going?"
"Well, I thought maybe a concert? I got the tickets already, but if you don't want to go, then I can return them and it will be okay."
"Ooh! A concert! Who is performing?"
"It's actually a mostly muggle band, have you heard of AFI? The main guy is a wizard, but the rest who are in it are muggles...their music is a guilty pleasure of mine, I suppose."
I squeak, then scream
"AFI IS MY FAVORITE AMERICAN MUGGLE BAND! I didn't know they were playing over here! I've never been to one of their concerts because they've never been to where I live!"
"They aren't, I thought we'd apparate."
"Okay... so I see a few problems with this. I'm underage, I'm not allowed to apparate. Secondly, I don't have a passport. Thirdly, how else are we supposed to get there without being gone for days?"
"You can't apparate, I know, I'm not a blundering idiot. But don't worry about that now. Right now, we have to drink some of the potion I made so we can transform."
He walks over to the stone counter and picks up two small phials of murky, reddish liquid. He hands one to me and says
"Drink it"
He pulls out the stopper of his and swallows it in one gulp. I pick the top off and take two sips of the indistinctly lemony flavored liquid... it doesn't feel like anything is happening, so I watch him sink to the ground and sit there, holding his middle...Ugh, I fall to the floor in front of him, gah, my stomach, I am bent in half as I sit looking at my knees, the hair that fell in front of my face is becoming straight and lighter coloured, I look at my hands, my skin is also becoming more pale than it already was, my finger nails have grown a tiny bit, I feel slightly achy now...I look over at Severus
"Whoa!"
"What?"
"You look like you are 18! Your hair!"
He has brown hair, and he is very slightly tanner, but otherwise his looks are the same
"You haven't seen your result!"
I stand up and run to his room to a mirror... I have shoulder length, * straight *, dirty-blonde hair, light brown eyes and a slightly different eye shape, and I have a couple freckles on my fairer skin... my size is the same, I just feel like I'm holding myself differently, but otherwise it's not a drastic change... since we are going to a concert, maybe I should fix my clothes... I take off the vest and the polo shirt and put the v-neck vest back on... I walk back out to Severus... He is leaning against the counter pulling his hair back into a ponytail...
"How are we going to leave the castle looking like this?"
He hands me a school robe
"No one will notice."
Uh...right, I hope so, I pull on the black robe over my outfit and stare at him some more. He's really quite sexy, tee-hee
"What?"
"Nothing" I say in a faintly sing-song tone
He takes my arm and locks it into his, I can feel myself blushing evenly.
We walk out into the hall, nobody is around, thank goodness. We keep walking out towards the door, not too quickly, just quickly enough so we aren't noticed if anyone walks by.
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We are soon walking through the crunchy snow by the greenhouses to the end of the school property. I can see his breath in the air, he sees me looking up at him and reaches around my shoulders and holds me tighter as we walk.
I can feel my heart beating through my chest.
I suppose we are out of the school grounds because he all of a sudden stops and faces me.
"I am going to hold you while I apparate so we can both apparate without you breaking any rules, you wouldn't want to get splinched." I wince faintly. Then he hugs me with his hands resting near the small of my back ... I realize I should probably hold onto him too, so I reach around his middle and embrace him there
"Hold on tighter," I re-grip, "Okay, here we go."
All of a sudden I feel like I am upside down then as soon as it started, my feet hit the ground, hard.
"Are you all here?"
"Yes. Where are we?"
I look around...it's an old, slightly dusty living room of a home
"My uncle's old house, I own it now. But otherwise, we are in New York."
"I've never been to the States before..."
"I know, you don't have a passport, right."
I look around at everything in there, then I remember I am still clutching for dear life on him. I ease my grip, making to let go, but he is still holding me firmly, so I don't release. He begins talking, his mouth barely brushing against my forehead...
"I used to visit here a lot. I haven't been back here for a year or so though. Maybe I should clean, but I'm not thinking about doing that now. We've got a concert to go to."
His lips are still moving even though he isn't talking... but this time, not in the same way.
He has just softly kissed me.
I pull back, a bit taken aback; he looks a little confused, but then says
"Let's go" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
We are driving along a highway in his car, chatting comfortably about little things like the people we know, his parents, my parents, my muggle life, then age...
"So Sev, how old are you?"
"Er...do you really want to know?"
"Why not?"
"Well..."
"Oh come on! It's just a number! I don't care obviously that you are older."
"If it's just a number then why must you know?"
"Please?" I put on an innocently, cute smile, just to annoy him
"Fine." He shifts around in his chair for a second, "Fine. I am 34 years old."
"Really? I thought you were older!"
"Gee, thanks." I sense the sarcasm dripping from each syllable.
"Sorry, I just don't see what's so bad about that, you just are so much more mature than other people in their 30's I know."
He answers curtly, "I've been through more than the average 34 year old."
"I know, but not what exactly you've gone through, I just know you've been through it." I must sound absurd
He just sighs
"You okay?"
"Yeah, sure. We are close to the amphitheatre."
"What happens if you get pulled over? Do you have a license that suits your image now?"
"Really think I need one?"
"Well, actually no, you could just use magic and keep going."
"Exactly." He smiles, "Sometimes I think you forget you are a witch Hermione."
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