Birthday Present
Summary: Written for the WIKTT Birthday Challenge. Hermione has a birthday present for Snapey.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
This was the Golden Trio's last year at Hogwarts. It was Double Potions class, and Hermione was chattering away to Lavender, who was shocked at the conversation topics that seemed to happen between them.
Snape looked up from his desk and inquired:
"Would you care to share what's so interesting enough to interrupt my class, Ms. Granger?"
"Well, Professor, I was picking out a present for Ronny over there… You see, it's his birthday soon, and I decided to give him arousing cologne… You know, there're quite popular these days, and I just wanted Lavender's opinion upon the smell of it. Would he like Passions of the Heart? Or do you think Sweltering Lust is more his type?"
Snape's eyes flickered, as he responded:
"Ms. Granger, 20 points from Gryffindor. And detention with me tonight."
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Severus Snape woke up in his chambers, with images from his dream still lingering in his brain. A strange dream he had indeed.
In his memory, he never knew Ms. Granger to date the youngest male offspring of the Weasleys. Nor did he ever remember giving her detention. Nor he ever had dreams of any of his previous classes… Especially with people being so out of character.
'Ah, screw that insufferable know-it-all', he thought as he prepared himself to go down to breakfast.
The magic mirror on the wall unexpected replied, "You've become so clichéd, dear…"
'Sad, now even mirrors can read my thoughts… I've become so predictable.'
As Severus was returning from lunch, he realized.
He was alone. On his birthday. How sad.
Oh well… he was used to it. Not like his birthday was celebrated during any time during his life.
Of course, he did get some presents. He got socks from Dumbledore (he was beginning to think the man had a fetish) and a nice Gryffindor colored card from McGonagall.
None of the students knew, thank goodness. He took great care of it, and even conquered his pride and asked Dumbledore and McGonagall not to tell anyone.
Well, he was lying there… and ex-student of his knew. Hermione ('how strange, all he had to do is dream about her, and she was suddenly back', mused Snape), visiting Ginny during the holidays (for of course, Snape was 'lucky' enough to be born on the day Christmas break started), saw McGonagall give him a card during breakfast and a subtle smile flashed across her lips and a plan started to form in her head.
It was evening, and Snape was getting ready to go to supper when he heard a quiet knock on his door. Mumbling incoherently, he opened the door, only to reveal grown-up Hermione Granger behind it.
"What the bloody hell do you want!?" seemed to be the only thing that escaped Snape's mouth.
"Well, that's not a nice way to greet an old student of yours, now is it? May I enter?" and without waiting for a reply, she entered his chambers and sat herself at one of the chairs by the fireplace.
"That's how I always greeted everyone; I don't see why you should be an exception. Now what do you want?"
She pouted and after a moment of silence noted, "I thought you were friendless for long enough."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you never seem to have any friends, and I thought, that with your brilliant mind, we might have something in common."
"You were always known for being modest, Ms. Granger." He noted sarcastically. "What's your point?"
"My point, Severus, is that maybe you were lonely for your birthday long enough. So I brought you a nice little present." She smiled sweetly as she offered him a package wrapped in green paper.
"I don't believe I gave you permission to call me by my first name, Ms. Granger" he noted as he reluctantly took the package.
"And I believe, since I am your student no longer, that I don't need your permission, Severus. And I would prefer that you call me Hermione. Now open it!"
Snape started slowly unwrapping the package, curious at the feeling of having someone offer a present to him, not being obligated to due to house relations or anything else.
It was a book. He turned it over to be able to read the title… it happened to be Lolita, by Nabokov. Snape raised his eyebrow at Hermione.
"And what is this? Are you implying something, Ms. Granger?"
"Call me Hermione, remember? And no, I'm not implying anything, just simply channeling my fantasies to you, Professor" she said as she looked him straight in the eye.
Snape, somewhat shocked by her comment, let it hang in the air.
"We should be going to supper now… Hermione."
She smiled at the mention of her first name, and offered her hand to him, for she needed help standing up.
He took it, somewhat reluctantly, and noticed strange plastic bracelets on her wrist.
"What is this, Ms. Granger? Seems oddly out of style for you to wear cheap… 'jewelry'."
"Oh… those are jelly bracelets, the latest fashion fad in the muggle world. Supposedly, if someone breaks one that you are wearing, you are supposed to perform sexual favours for them, depending on the color."
"Really? Hmm, I'm rather curious… What would happen if I've broken…. Hmm, this one?"
"Well, why don't you try and see?"
"Umm… Well, I'm rather hesitant…. Hmm… Choices, choices…" he whispered, fingering her wrist. "Oh what the hell!" he decidedly ripped the black bracelet off her wrist.
Immediately, she pushed him to the floor, smothering his lips with hers, gently sliding her tongue across his lower lip.