A/N: Yay! You guys wanted me to continue :)
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The next morning, Hermione awoke with a pounding headache. Ohhhh... she thought, Why must alcohol do this to me? Luckily, she had a bottle of hangover potion just for a situation like this. After a few minutes, the headache, nausea and body pain went away. Immediately Hermione wished it hadn't.
I kissed him. No worse, I bloody frenched my ex-professor, now my work partner. This shocking realization went through her head, as she remembered the events of last night...the alcohol, the dance floor, the kiss. Tipsy, drunk or sober, there was no denying that it was an amazing kiss, completely unexpected from a man like him.
Across the school, deep in the dungeons, Severus had been pondering last night for several hours. Was the kiss simply drunken lust on her part? Had he been taking advantage of her altered state, just a little? Had she felt the way he had when they kissed? Would she ever speak to him again? So many possibilities...so many situations...
It was Sunday, the day they both took off. Hermione knew they had to talk, no matter how awkward that conversation would be, it was inevitable, they could not just leave this hanging. It would be an injustice for both of them. Slowly dressing and then showering, Hermione prepared for what was bound to be the most difficult conversation ever.
Severus combed his hair idly, wondering whether he should talk to her or not. Would she want to forget it happened...if she even remembered, or would she want to discuss this? He did not have to wonder for much longer, there was a knock at his door, and to his shock, the knocker was none other than Hermione Granger. She walked in silently, sat herself down on the black leather sofa, and pointed to the chair across from it. Knowing that she meant business, Severus complied and set himself facing her.
"We need to talk about last night, no matter how awkward it will be," she said flat out, no beating around the bush.
"I agree Hermione," he replied, his heartbeat quickening with nerves as to what she would say. "I would like to know why you kissed me, or did not stop kissing me."
"I suppose..." she pondered for a minute, resting her chin on her hand, "there was a little alcoholic influence, a little curiosity and a little lust. What about you Severus, why did you kiss me back?"
Lust? It was not completely what he wanted to hear, but it was better than simply alcohol. "I have been thinking about it all morning. I have been thinking about whether I should be honest with you, or if I should tell you something that you want to hear, or if I should tell myself that I am not falling in love with you, that I do not want to kiss you again and never stop. I can tell you why I kissed you Hermione: I love you."
Silence ensued, as Hermione sat stone-still, in shock at the words that had just left her colleague's mouth. He loved her? Surely she had misheard him, but judging by the ashamed, guilty and somewhat relieved look on his face, that was impossible. Her voice came out almost as a cross between a croak and a squeak. "You what?"
He sighed, and breathed deeply. "I did not want to at all Hermione. But how can I help but be attracted to a beautiful, brilliant, witch who is some of the most stimulating conversation I have had in ages."
"H-how long have you...felt like this?"
"I
suppose I have always been intrigued by your intelligence and your
courage. In my classes you were the only person who did not wither
under my cruelty. When I asked you to become my apprentice, I was
slightly attracted to you, but I attempted to put it in the back of
my mind, because I could not have feelings for a student. As we began
to work together, and got over the teacher-
student relationship,
I realized how I really did feel for you. Your touch – even a
simple hand on my arm gave me shivers, your voice was music to my
ears..." he trailed off, realizing what a babbling idiot he must
sound like. For Merlin's sakes, he was Severus Snape, not some
foolish schoolboy who poured his heart out to every girl he saw.
Hermione drank in his words, watching him wring his hands nervously. She was surprised and heart-warmed at the idea that the cold Potions Master could love anyone, and say those words. She was even more surprised that anyone was her. She had never considered herself overly sexy or anything, but she knew that she was not unattractive. She had only recently discovered the charms that tamed her hair, and Glamour charms, which she only used when she went out. Now there was a man sitting here, pouring out his feelings for her, and what could she do? How did she feel about him? When they had kissed...that had certainly felt right, but how right? Enough to make her reconsider her feelings for the man? It was certainly questionable, but there was only really one way to find out.
"Don't move a muscle," she whispered, standing up from her spot, walking over to him and planting her lips upon his. The powerful, erotic feeling that had surged through her last night was still there. After a second, Severus returned the kiss fervently. Her arms wrapped around his neck, encasing him in her warmth. He pulled her down to the chair, so that she was sitting on him, and they were pressed as close together as possible. After a few minutes of tongue-wrestling, she pulled away and murmured. "Would you like to do that more often?"
He replied simply. "All day, every day."
A/N: Next chapter there will be major DRAMA. Relationship problems arise...
