Summary – When the girls convince Hermione to break the rules and take a trip to Hogsmeade after curfew to a muggle karaoke bar the last person she expected to see was her sarcastic Potions Professor.
Explanation – I wanted to write a Hermione/Severus story because apart from disgusting most of my friends, it's my favourite pairing in the world, if a tad OOC.
Pairings – Severus/Hermione
The song that Snape sings is Potion by Morphine – fitting don't you think? It's edited a bit. And the song that the girls sing is 'left outside alone' by Anastacia
OMG! Thank you all so much for the reviews – as a result of them I am updating and for me that's a big deal – I'm very lazy!
You know the saying – absence makes the heart grow fonder – well I have now proven it to myself! I have just finished the 40-hour famine thing, but with technology and as of now I have only just been let back on the computer an hour ago.
Now on to more important matters - namely the plot monkey. Everybody who has reviewed so far has made at least one suggestion. I plan to announce the name at the end of the story and at each chapter I shall give u a list from which you can vote or add to!
Scribbles (by Jen)
Moriarty (by Senshiofterrah)
Dandelion (by Moo)
DIM DIM (by Criminally-Insane)
Stinky
Bobo
Monie
Bob
Chewey
George
Bubbles
Mr.Jackson (All by citrinecastle)
Jack (by Parody-of-an-Angel)
At the moment I'm probably leaning towards Moriarty, it's different, but the choice is yours, well partly yours.
Citrinecastle – you will hear Snape sing eventually, but not in this chapter – sorry. He does at least make one or more appearances, not sure yet, in this chapter though.
There is a little bit of HG/SS action here, but ye be warned – only the tiniest little bit, so tiny it may as well not be there at all. This chapter has Snape in it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Flames will be used for the BBQ and fireplace
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Snapping out of her daydreams abruptly, Hermione Granger swore colourfully as she very nearly tripped down the stairs. Having only half of oneself in reality does not make for an extremely aware person. As it was, Hermione had less than a quarter of her in reality and as a result had caught her foot in the trick stair on the third step.
Covering her mouth as if that would help take back what she had just said – she rarely ever swore – she looked around desperately. Finding no one around, she presumed they were all eating breakfast, she slumped down on the fourth step wishing she could reach her books, which had tipped from her dropped bag. She briefly thought of calling out for help, but quickly dismissed the idea as futile. Instead she readied herself for the long wait before breakfast would end and the students would inhabit the halls once again and someone would be able to pull her out.
She only hoped Professor Snape wouldn't come and see her. Hermione didn't know why, but ever since her second year when she had stolen the ingredients for the polyjuice potion from his storeroom, she had come to grudgingly respect the snarky man. He spoke of potions with more passion than most people felt throughout their whole lives and was obviously skilled at what he did. Hermione also admired him for his position as spy for the Order. He was out there risking his life for others every day when he didn't have to.
Speak of the devil. At that very moment, one Severus Snape decided to grace one Miss Granger with his presence. Sweeping dramatically down the stairs opposite her, his black robes billowing behind him in the signature way of his, he was the very essence of the 16th century.
Not noticing her at first, he very nearly swept right past her. However, he noticed her at the last minute and paused sneering down at her, his lip curling.
"Well, well," he drawled in a very Draco Malfoyish manner. "It seems, Miss Granger that who have gotten yourself into a bit of a tight spot".
Hermione scowled up at him indignantly. "That's a tad obvious don't you think?" she retorted, surprising herself, she had thought that she was still too afraid of him to make a reply.
"10 points from Gryffindor," remarked Snape almost lazily, watching tiny crystals soar back to the top of the Gryffindor hourglass.
"What! What for?"
"For impertinence to a professor," he smirked. "And that will be another 5 for the same reason".
Hermione opened her mouth to make another smart reply, but thought better of it; they were already losing in house points. Making to get up and walk away, she quickly realised that that was impossible. Snape was smirking slightly, watching her attempt to rise, without bothering to help her up. Hermione simply glared at him, what a great start to the day, she thought to herself sarcastically.
Taking her completely by surprise, he suddenly swooped down and grabbed her around the waist. Lifting her as though she weighed nothing more than a feather, he pulled her from her fixed position in the step and set her down gently on the one below.
Blushing a vibrant shade of red, which could rival Ron's hair any day, she gaped soundlessly at her potions master, who still had yet to let her go. His arms were encircling her waist almost protectively and he was close enough that Hermione was able to smell his scent. Wood smoke mixed with a dash of Hellebore. Breathing it in she almost forgot whose presence she was in. Almost. Snape, it seemed, also snapped out of whatever moment they were having and removed his arms (was it just her imagination or did he linger longer than was necessary) and immediately stiffened. Bending down, he helped Hermione to retrieve her books in a most unlike Snape gesture.
"I trust that you can find your own way down to the Great Hall without any more problems occurring," said Snape, back to his old sarcastic self.
"Yes professor," replied Hermione respectfully, her eyes downcast, a faint blush colouring her cheeks.
"Well, what are you waiting for? You silly little girl," insulted Snape. "Off with you".
Hermione quickly scurried off, deep in thought. That man changed moods faster that a boggart could change shapes. Thoughts already on boggarts, Hermione recalled, with a laugh, the incident in her third year. She had laughed so hard then, she had almost cried.
Severus Snape watched the head girl walk away bemused, laughing at some inside joke that nobody else knew about. The potions master of Hogwarts wasn't an idiot, contrary to popular belief. He knew the full extent of Hermione's potential and although it might not seem like it, he was constantly pushing her to go beyond her limits and achieve even more.
By being cruel and spiteful to her over the years she had spent at Hogwarts, he insured that she would always be pushing her goals and stretching them to the limit. He knew by taking this attitude to her work, she would forever be trying to coax a compliment from him, something which she had almost done on several occasions.
Turning with a swish of his robes he followed her a bit later, so as not to seem to other people that they had entered together, he swept into the Great Hall. Gliding in a bat like way to his seat and fending off any conversation offers from the other teachers he took his seat.
Watching Ron shovel food down his throat was not really Hermione's idea of a perfect meal. Fortunately, breakfast was almost over. Waking up late and getting caught in a stair had seen to that. Harry was once again demonstrating a sloth grip roll with his utensils, apparently unaware that he had done the exact same thing on Wednesday night. Ron was listening with rapt interest as though hearing it for the first time, inserting comments here and there. How he still managed to eat was a mystery to her.
A few mouthfuls later Dumbledore rose from his seat, signalling the end of breakfast. Students milled all around the trio as they slowly made their way to transfiguration.
"Hey Moine!" called Ron, rushing to catch up with her. "You know how we had to practice altering clothes and stuff? Could you like give me a rundown on it, I kinda forgot to practice," admitted Ron shame faced.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she explained the concept of it to Ron. He was really trying to succeed, especially for his NEWTS, but old habits die-hard.
Expertly weaving between the mass of students, Hermione, Ron and Harry swiftly made their way down to the dungeons. They were 5 minutes late, through no fault of their own (Peeves had taken it upon himself to see that they were) and though they might be nearly 18, they were still a tad scared of the ominous Potions professor.
Entering the classroom as unobtrusively as possible they quickly dashed to their seats. To no avail though, Snape seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, so Harry had once said.
"So, you have finally decided to grace us with your presence," he sneered mockingly. "Too bad it wasn't 10 minutes earlier".
The three hung their heads and cast their eyes to the floor not wanting to make the punishment for themselves worse.
"That will be 25 points from Gryffindor," he remarked as Ron made an indistinguishable noise. "Each," he added smoothly, noticing this.
"Count yourselves lucky that I didn't give you detention," he barked. "Now get on with the work on the board".
All three hurried to collect the ingredients and start. Hermione wasn't bothered much by this as they were getting their results back today for the test they had done on the draught of living death and Hermione was positive that she had done extremely well. She was right. Hermione had scored the highest in the class and grade and she positively glowed when Snape handed her back her results with a disgruntled look.
The rest of the lesson went by fairly well for a potions lesson. Neville added shredded skin of boomslang instead of monksbane, which caused a minor explosion, but other than that it was uneventful.
Letting his head drop into is hands, Severus Snape moaned in self-pity. Normally he wouldn't waste time feeling sorry for himself, instead occupying himself with marking papers or researching potions for the Order. Right now though he had nothing better to do. All the essays had been marked and the potion he was researching still needed to rest over a 6-week period.
Reaching for the bottle of Odgen's Fire Whisky his hand paused in mid-air. Would getting wasted really help him in the predicament he was in as of now? Yes, yes it would he decided. Reaching up to remove it from his cabinet, he was shocked by the sound of someone hitting the ground and closed the cabinet quickly, not wanting anyone to see him reduced to drinking. The man of the floor was not just somebody though – it was Albus Dumbledore or the meddling old fool, a name from Severus.
"Severus, not drinking again are we?" he reprimanded not accusingly, but in a tone of voice that made one feel guilty all the same.
"Certainly not Albus," he replied silkily. "I have better things to do with my time then get wasted".
The headmaster's eyes twinkled knowingly as he responded. "No, no, of course you aren't".
"And to what do I owe the extreme honour of having you visit me to?" he inquired a mite sarcastically.
"Just thought I'd pop in for a chat," explained Dumbledore cheerfully. "Lemon drop?"
Dismissing the muggle candy with a wave of his hand, Severus narrowed his eyes and glared at his former professor. "Albus, you know as well as I do that you never do anything without a reason behind it," he stated accusingly.
"Allright, I concede. I had actually planned to try and persuade you to get out of these draughty dungeons and go out, if only for tonight. I hear there's a new muggle karaoke bar opening in Hogsmeade tonight. Well protected by Magic of course".
"My dungeons are not draughty and there is no way in hell that I am going out tonight, especially to a muggle karaoke bar! I am a very busy man you know." replied Snape offended at the thought of someone even thinking that he would visit a karaoke bar, not to mention a muggle one at that.
Albus didn't look even a bit offended at being talked to in such a way and only said one last sentence before flooing back to his office.
"Busy doing what Severus?"
Snape was still pondering this question 10 minutes after Dumbledore had left. What exactly did he have to do tonight? Reaching for the liquor cabinet once again, he decided that seeing as he didn't have anything else to do, he might as well do what he had been about to do before Albus had arrived. Get wasted.
A few shots later and Severus was drunk enough to think that Albus's idea to attend a muggle karaoke bar that night wasn't sounding too bad. Swaying a little bit, he rose and exited the dungeons with a bottle in hand.
Nearly 6 pages!
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I put more Snape there then I originally intended. Sorry if he's a bit OOC, but it's my first attempt at writing Snape
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