Chapter 4: breaking and entering
So far:
After Snape acts strangely in class, Hermione decides to do some digging and finds out that his little sister just died. Feeling bad for him inevitably leads to her discovering a strange liking for him.
She comes up with a plan that will satisfy her weird feelings temporarily, not really understanding what she is getting herself into. After class she puts in action phase 1: finding out his initial reaction to touch.
Snape was leaving later that night but Hermione knew that she couldn't begin stage two until tomorrow. Since it was Hogsmead weekend, she concluded that that would be the best time. Snape would be gone and she could stay behind on the pretence of wanting to study.
The one part that scared her the most, not counting the actual rule breaking, was having to borrow Harry's invisibility cloak without him knowing. But apart from this, Hermione did not feel the full weight of what she was actually planning to do. Her logic was impaired by her heart.
There was a fuzzy kind of excitement rising deep inside her.
When she went to bed, she snuggled herself up under the covers and relaxed, letting her imagination take control.
She wondered what exactly it would feel like to have Snape's arms wrapped around her waist and to feel his warmth, not just from her finger tips like today, but from her whole body, to be sheltered by him.
She smirked to herself in bed, without being aware of it.
What would it feel like to have his fingers stroking her hair as she rested her forehead on his shoulder? What would it be like to be able to stare into his eyes and see a reflection of her emotions?
She chose the setting to be the side of the lake, exactly where it had all started for her. They would both be lying on the large red blanket and pillow. He would be holding her close to him so that when he breathed she could feel the air brush the back of her neck, giving her shivers.
She would be able to feel his heart through his soft black robes that suited him so well. And he would talk softly to her all night as they sat under the large pale moon.
Hermione sighed and in seconds, she was asleep, a tender smile planted on her features.
The morning could not come soon enough.
Next day Hermione leapt out of bed the moment her she opened her eyes. She stretched; her heart sped up nervously as she prepared to go downstairs.
She skipped down the steps and did the last two buttons on her shirt before pulling on her robes on her way. She slowed at the last few steps, trying desperately to hide her bubbly excitement from Harry and Ron. Pinching her lips together she repeated in her mind the excuse she was going to use, just to be sure she didn't give off any uncertainty.
Ron awaited her at the base of the staircase with a grin and she seized the opportunity to vent some happiness by beaming back.
"Where's Harry," she asked, struggling to force the smile off of her face.
"Oh, he was still getting dressed when I left him..." he said offhandedly.
"Listen, Ron," she started, "I think it would be better if I did not go to Hogsmead with you guys today. I really have study," she said with an amazingly convincing look.
"What?" He frowned, eyes flicking to the boys staircase for a split second as he saw Harry come down, then back to Hermione. "Hermione," he sounded exasperated. "You are the last person who needs to study. You deserve a break." He rolled his eyes.
Hermione firmly shook her head. Harry finally stumbled over to them with a toothy grin. "Hey," he struggled to straighten his robes as he said it, "Did I miss anything?"
"Hermione wants to stay here and study today..." said Ron with distaste, looking away from her.
Harry turned on her, "Aw, Hermione!" he said enthusiastically, "Please come?" Hermione temporarily forgot about herself because she noted the unusual lively happiness in his voice that she herself was feeling. She had a firm suspicion that Harry was either infatuated with someone, like herself, or seeing someone. She chose to keep quiet about it.
Shaking her head firmly again she started moving towards the portrait hole. The boys followed her lead. They filed out of Gryffindor common room silently.
They remained quiet for most of the way and Hermione's inkling that Harry was indeed seeing someone grew at the glowing look plastered onto his face.
She, on the other hand, found that her excitement was short lived as it was rapidly dissolving into panic. Was she really going to do this?
Was she really going to break into Snape's chambers?
She leaned over the banister, teetering dangerously. She waved goodbye to Harry and Ron who waved back energetically. In her head the words I can't do this I can't do this were repeating over and over again.
When their heads disappeared into the bustling crowd, Hermione pushed herself back off the stone banister. She sighed softly and ambled slowly back up the steps.
The second the last person was gone and the Grand Entrance was empty, Hermione dropped her slow walk and raced up the marble staircase. She ran down the corridor, hair bouncing and her robes flapping behind her until she skidded to a halt in front of the portrait. Muttering the password she climbed through the hole in the wall.
She sniffed and straightened her robes, trying to look normal for the first and second years sitting by the fire.
Striding past them she discretely slipped up to the boys' dorm when none of them were looking. She tip-toed quickly up the steps and when she reached the door, she pushed it open gently, just in case. No one was there, of course.
She hurried over to Harry's bedside table, yanked open the drawer and found the cloak folded neatly in one corner. Looking around her once, to be sure, she snatched it and hid it under her robes.
Once out of the room she sneaked past the first and second years again and slipped out through the portrait hole.
As she was walking quickly she felt the adrenaline start to pump. Yes, she could do this, and she would.
She wasn't even one hundred percent sure why she wanted to in the first place. She just knew she had to; she had a burning desire to. She wanted to see what sort of books he read, where he slept, where he worked. She shivered, those thoughts did not sound right – she was certainly not stalking him. She thought of it more like getting to understand him better.
She was almost swamped by another daydream on her way down the more she considered her mysterious professor. Brushing those thoughts aside for the moment, she concentrated on how she was going to do it.
Probably a simple Alohamora(sp?) would do it but she wasn't sure. She doubted whether he put serious locking spells on his chambers but she had checked up on a large number of counter spells for them just in case.
She was down in the cool dungeons in minutes and she passed their classroom. The room to the left of it, which was attached to the class, was the student supplies. On the right hand side was a door to Snape's personal supplies, also connected to the class but forbidden for students.
She looked along the wall past the storeroom. Although she could not see a door, she knew there was one somewhere. But she did not want to waste her time trying to find it because to enter needed a password. She was, instead, going to assume that Snape's private stores were joined with his chambers and try there first.
She slipped into the classroom, looking around to see if anyone was coming. Once she was inside the empty room filled with silent desks she pulled the cloak out from her robes and wrapped it around her.
Winding her way between the empty cauldron holders beside the desks, she reached the personal stores of Severus Snape. Standing before the door, she almost hesitated but she had already broken into here before, the only difference was she was going to have to break into the other door inside.
She slipped a hand into her pocket and pulled out her wand, muttered the spell she had used last time, and pushed open the large door.
It swung open easily and the sight that lay in front of Hermione was more fascinating than she had remembered. The shelves stacked to the ceiling with the rarest and most wonderful ingredients awed her.
She stood there floored for a good amount of time. Then, remembering what she was doing, she turned around and closed the door behind her.
She took a couple of daring steps forward, taking to time to look at every single curious item there was. She even managed to find a few she had never heard of before. One was strangely similar to ginger root except it had a pair of closed eyes and long root-like tentacles, draped over the edge of the shelf.
The smells filled her senses and she felt herself becoming strangely elated. She was stepping into Severus Snape's world.
She slowly made her way to the back of the room and came to a corner that could not be seen from entering because it was hidden by the shelves. Hermione rounded the corner and found what she was looking for: a tall black door.
Pointing her wand at it she muttered the first unlocking spell that came to mind then tried the door handle. She nodded smugly to herself, quite unaware that it had already been unlocked.
She leaned forward and pushed the ebony door open cautiously.
The moment she stepped into the dark room, the fire automatically flared up, making her start. Once she saw no one was in the room she relaxed. It wasn't as if they could see her anyway. But this invisibility cloak was stifling her. She quickly ran to the doorway across from her and checked in each room. There was no one.
With a heavy sigh, she pulled off the crushing cloak. It was so much easier to use when Harry and Ron would help her hold it up.
Taking in her surroundings she saw the room was really comfortable with three tall green chairs, a spartan desk with a few flasks of potion in one corner, a green and silver marble chess set and bookshelves piled with fusty books. She looked back at the potions on the table, to distract herself from the number of books she had never laid eyes on.
She sidled over to the table, picking up the corked glass container with a pearly purple potion inside. She tipped it slightly sideways to check its consistency. It was very thick – most likely a stress relief potion. She uncorked it to catch a whiff – definitely a stress relief potion.
For a vague moment she wondered why he would need it then it all came flooding back. The pity for him welled up inside her again. He was not allowed to show his feelings, bound by his own rules of conduct that he had set up to protect himself with.
Putting down the potion in its spot she turned back to the bookshelf.
It was so big that it towered above her. She gaped. Never had she seen such a wide variety of rare books.
She spent a good ten minutes reading the names of different books with wonder.
Suddenly she gasped with excitement; right in front of her was The magic of the ancients. There were only eleven copies in the world, the Ministry owned one copy, she was sure Dumbledore must have another... but... She was speechless. She wanted it so badly that she did not even think as she reached her fingers forward and pulled it out of the shelf by its spine.
Ever so gently, she slid it open to the first page. She held her breath as she silently read the caption under the title: Fallaces sunt rerum species – the appearances of things are deceptive. What was that supposed to mean? Was that a clue to what sort of spells this book contained? She felt the adrenaline starting to flow as she turned the next page.
She frowned, then shut the book with a snap. No, she should not spend her time reading. Without really thinking, she put the book into her bag for another time. She couldn't wait to read it again. She did not consider at that time that Snape was bound to notice.
Turning back to the apartment she went over to the fireplace and took a seat in the middle chair facing the fire. She felt a slight impression in the chair she was sitting on. It was a very comfortable chair (or impression). She got up again quickly.
She decided she wanted to see his bedroom before leaving. She did not know why but she was starting to feel like leaving, maybe it was the book she wanted to read.
She strolled over to the bedroom and peered inside.
It was magnificent, with high drapes hanging over the bed and very elegant shelves and cupboards lining the walls. What struck her was the fact that there were still more books in here as well.
It was then that she decided she had to leave before she got too sucked in and stayed too long. With a longing look at the books she turned to go back.
She picked up the invisibility cloak on her way and shut the large black door behind her.
Hermione entered her common room and was greeted with a surprise.
Ginny had decided not to go to Hogsmead as well and when Hermione closed the portrait behind her Ginny leapt up from her chair in front of the fire, beside the first years.
Hermione jumped in surprise.
"Ginny! Why aren't you at Hogsmead?" she asked with a little more concern than she had intended. Ginny frowned at her with confusion.
"I've been wanting to talk to you. Where have you been?" she looked really curious. Hermione dodged the question with a question.
"Why?"
"This is really important!" she snapped, exasperated. She grabbed Hermione's hand and proceeded to drag her towards the girls' dorm. She did not see what was so important, if she had not known where she had just been.
She was forced to trot up the stairs behind Ginny and pulled roughly into her dorm. She snatched her wrist out of Ginny's death-grip and followed her over to her bed.
Ginny sat down on her own bed and Hermione sat opposite her at the other end.
"Now, what is this about, Gin?" she said with a little bite to add emphasis.
She was starting to look nervous and guilty, avoiding eye contact and shuffling on the spot.
"Well..." she said nervously, "It's something that you cannot tell the boys, Hermione, understand?" Hermione just nodded slowly, wanting to hear more. Ginny took a deep breath and continued.
"It was sort of an accident at the same time... it sort of wasn't..." she was not making much sense, "I kind of wanted it but I didn't think it would ever happen. It's just so strange..."
"What are you talking about?" Hermione leaned closer to hear better.
Looking at Hermione carefully she spat it all out at once. "Hermione, I- I'm – I kissed... I kissed Draco Malfoy..." she looked straight back down at her lap.
Hermione felt as if she had been slapped in the face with a wooden stick. She found herself struggling to breathe.
"What?!" she croaked, gasping for breath, "Malfoy?" She looked at Ginny, in shock, who looked back with wide innocent eyes. "The Draco Malfoy who has made our lives hell, especially Harry and your own brother, for as long as we can remember?!"
Ginny started to fiddle with her hair tensely.
"Ginny! I'm surprised at you!" but then she thought of her little crush on Snape and her shock dissolved into interest. Looking at her with a small smile she leaned forward. "Tell me more..."
It was Ginny's turn to look surprised, "Huh?"
"You give me all the details and I'll tell you where I have just been..." she hesitated then smirked, "but you cannot tell the boys..." Ginny's eyes widened in curiosity and she let out a small "oo" of excitement.
Leaning back on her pillow, with the air of someone with a very important message, she began to recall the exact details of how it had happened.
"Ok... details... Well... I was walking back from the library yesterday, when I ran into Malfoy – alone. There was no one else in the corridor and we started insulting each other while we walked. I don't know why but I could tell he wasn't intending those insults to really bite – they definitely weren't his best." Hermione lay on her stomach and propped her head up on her elbows, staring intently at Ginny.
"He was putting you down?" she asked with skepticism.
"Well, it was more like an insult match, each one had to be worse than the other's last comment... I was actually having fun. I've secretly been attracted to Draco for a while now but I kept pushing it away because the circumstances are all wrong..."
"Uh-huh," said Hermione, hanging on to her every word carefully.
"Then, his last comment was actually really hurtful... I won't repeat it – it really did sting." Hermione's eyes widened. "Then he stopped dead beside me when he realized what he had said and put an arm out to stop me. I was so upset I almost stopped liking him altogether. I almost kept walking, but I stopped and faced him."
Hermione took a sharp breath.
"He made me look him straight in the eye and sincerely apologized for what he said. I was gobsmacked! Nobody, I think, has ever managed to get Draco to apologize before. I just looked at him for the longest time, you know? Then finally, I think the tension was killing him, he leaned forward and kissed me."
She gasped and smiled at the same time. "More!"
"More? Well... he was a very good kisser, I'll give you that. Very sweet – use your imagination. I was unable to realize what was going on because it was too much for me to comprehend. Draco liked me back and he was kissing me! Then afterwards, he gave me this look that said he wanted to make sure I was ok with what he had just done. So..." she smirked, "I kissed him again."
"O-o!" said Hermione excitedly. "That is so sweet! Who would have thought that Malfoy could act like that!" Ginny nodded violently in agreement. "Is that all?" she asked, now getting nervous that she would have to reveal her secret. It had sounded at first that her kissing Draco Malfoy was as bad as her liking Snape – a world gone mad. But she was starting to think that Draco was not such an unusual thing...
"So," said Ginny, snapping out of her dreamy mode and becoming much more focused on Hermione. "Where were you today..." she added a small smirk in reply to her earlier one.
"Oh..." she said offhandedly, "just went for a walk by the greenhouses..." Ginny frowned suddenly.
"I don't believe you. Why aren't you going to tell me? I told you something very confidential and you even offered to tell me. You can't just decide to leave me hanging!" Ginny whined. Hermione felt slightly guilty and decided she was right and dropped her voice.
"This is going to make your kiss sound insignificant..." she started very seriously. Ginny laughed.
"Yeah right!"
"I'm serious, Ginny!" she snapped. Ginny's smile dropped. "This must not go any further than you, you understand?" Ginny nodded curiously. "Ok..." She sighed, "I started researching the cause for Snape's behavior one night-" Ginny's features contorted as she began jumping to multiple conclusions.
"Ginny!" she said sharply, "Don't create a more dramatic story in you head, whatever you do. And don't make assumptions. Just let me tell the story." She nodded apologetically.
"Now... where was I... Oh, yeah. That was what I needed the newspapers for," Ginny's eyes showed understanding, "I was surprised to find that his little sister had died." Ginny gasped. "I started feeling bad for him. Everybody jumps to the conclusion he's an evil person because he hides himself from the rest of the world. He intrigued me-" Ginny frowning in confusion again.
"So-" she started, but Hermione cut her off.
"Let me tell it like it is." She said sternly "When he started acting normal again, I began watching him to see any differences to prove he still was in pain. He hides it really well. I found myself starting to admire him..." Ginny's head was whizzing with the information. "And I started thinking of him more and more..." she trailed off slowly.
"So," she said carefully, leaving pause to make sure Hermione would not cut her off again, "What your trying to say, is that you like Snape?!" she choked on her own words.
Hermione nodded quietly. Ginny made a funny noise in her throat.
"Wait... that doesn't explain where you were today?" she continued with a look of comprehension on her face. "Where you-"
Hermione gasped. "No, no! Snape's gone away for the weekend, to his sister's funeral..." she sounded sad again. "Today... Today... I- er... I, sort of... broke into Snape's chambers..."
Ginny gasped so hard that it looked painful. "Hermione! You didn't!"
Hermione started reaching over the bed to open her bag. She very gently pulled out The magic of the ancients. Ginny just watched silently as she put it softly in between them on the bed.
"Hermione... What is that?" knowing very well it was a book, but not seeing its relevance.
She looked up at her and back at the book seriously. "This is a very rare book. One of eleven made." After a small pause she continued, "I took it from Snape's personal bookshelf..."
Ginny shrieked in scared excitement. "Oh! Hermione! I can't believe you did this!" Hermione nodded in agreement.
"Neither can I. I also can't believe I was stupid enough to bring this with me! He's got to notice!" she sounded remorseful. Ginny felt sorry for her.
"It's ok," she said comfortingly, "It'll all turn out for the best, you'll see."
Hermione nodded gloomily.
Harry and Ron returned later that day and Hermione was relieved to find that Harry did not notice anything out of the ordinary. When they went to greet her, nothing appeared different but when they sat down for dinner together in the Grand Hall, Hermione and Ginny kept sharing knowing looks that were driving him up the wall.
But he knew that there would be no point in him asking, they would just cover for each other.
He had enough on his mind anyway...
Hermione felt that sharing with Ginny had definitely been the right thing to do. She felt a whole lot better and she and Ginny were much closer than ever before.
When Malfoy got up to leave Hermione gave Ginny a signal with her eyebrows that meant she should leave too. There was a shared smile and then Ginny was gone moments later.
She still felt that she had a lot to deal with, knowing that she had, in a way, brought it all on herself just made it worse. She had failed to mention to Ginny what she planned to do next. Just thinking about it gave her severe butterflies.
That night in bed she dreamed of his arms around her and his breath on her neck.
Sunday came and went. Severus would not be returning till late that night so she spent the whole day reading "her" book, shut away in her dorm. Harry and Ron had to send Ginny up to check on her. Ginny grinned at her and left moments later, convincing the boys she was studying.
She spent most of the night reading and went to bed early in the morning, having only read the first seven chapters of eighty six. She decided that either the pages were incredibly thin or it had some sort of charm to make it appear like a relatively normal sized book.
Morning came way too soon for Hermione, she felt her limbs crying out for sleep as she sat up in bed. She moaned at the brightness of day but then her eyes snapped open when she realized Snape must be back and he must have noticed his missing book already. She had to finish it as soon as possible and return it when she knew it was safe.
She hurried to get dressed and shower – today was the day!
The excitement was welling up in her and her worries of the book were forgotten. He could not guess that she had taken it anyway. She could hardly believe it – later today the last two stages would be carried out.
Later that day she would hopefully satisfy some of her growing, peculiar wishes.
Severus brushed to the soot off himself distastefully as he stepped out from his fireplace. He leaned back towards to fire to gather his trunk. It had not been the most cheerful holiday, obviously. It had been rather disturbing to watch his baby sister be lowered into a six foot hole. As she went down he thought of all the times she had helped him out of sticky situations... he remembered the heart-broken look on her face when he had told her he was joining the Death Eaters.
He tried to shake his sadness and decided on having an early night's sleep for the first time in years.
He gripped his trunk tightly, he really should unpack but he did not want to. He went over to the study, if he put it in his bedroom it would be irritating knowing that he was putting something off until the next day.
As he entered the fire flared up in its normal way.
He moved towards the desk and propped it against the leg and was about to leave again when he froze.
Something was definitely amiss. There was a strange scent that did not belong in his chambers. Only Snape would have been able to find the significance of an alien scent, when it would have naturally been overlooked by anyone else. That is what becomes of a potions master who can identify many different concoctions by their smell.
This smelled... sweet... possibly bananas? He could not tell but he could tell that it was a distinctive smell that had no reason to be here. Had someone been here?
He looked around the study for any signs of abnormality. His eyes narrowed as he spied a gap in his bookshelf, he saw to it that the only gaps on his shelves would be when he was reading one of them. Why would someone take a book from him?
He wandered over to that area and tried to recall which books where there and checking to see they still were. When he could not find The Magic of the Ancients, he frowned harder. That was one of his best books. Why would someone take it? If it was a student, how would they be smart enough to know that this was one of his most valuable?
He breathed in again, trying to identify the sweet smell, but without success.
He felt his head fill with questions and concluded the only sure cure was sleep. He gave a long look at the gap then turned and headed back to his bedroom.
"Hermione!" said Ginny firmly, but with a lot of concern in her tone. "Eat something!" Hermione looked down meekly at her plate. Food did not seem so appetizing right then.
She felt the blood leaving her face the more she looked at the food so she closed her eyes and shook her head. Ginny frowned and stopped eating herself. She stood up to lean over the table and put a hand on Hermione's forehead.
She was surprised at the same time appreciated the fact that Ginny had Mrs. Weasley as a mother.
"Are you feeling ok?" she said as she sat back down. Hermione shook her head again. "Are you ill?" Another shake of the head. "Hmm..." She picked up her goblet, took a drink then stared at Hermione again. "Then what?"
Hermione felt that maybe it would help to tell Ginny what she was planning; she knew for sure she could not go on like this for long. It was killing her.
She leaned forward to whisper "Come with me." Luckily the boys were busy talking beside her and the sound passed unnoticed. Ginny's eyebrows shot up behind her bangs and she instantly dropped her toast and stood after Hermione.
Harry and Ron stopped talking and watched as Hermione and Ginny left the hall together, breakfasts left half eaten. They shared the confused look they usually did and resumed conversation, not thinking much of it.
Ginny trotted after Hermione as she strode quickly out of the hall, getting paler, if possible.
Hermione turned sharply right and headed out the Grand Entrance. Ginny skipped along beside her, getting the secret-telling vibe radiating from her.
Ginny stopped quickly when Hermione did. She looked around; there was no one outside within hearing range.
"Ginny..." Hermione started seriously, looking her straight in the eye. "I didn't quite tell you everything on Saturday..." she took a deep sigh but it was not a tired sigh, more like an excited one – if that were in some way possible.
"What do you mean?" asked a perplexed Ginny, wondering what else there could be.
"I have this, sort of, plan..."
"Ooh!" she gasped excitedly, "Tell me!"
Hermione looked around once more to make sure that there was nobody before lowering her voice, as if afraid of hearing it herself.
"Ok..."
... ... ...
"Oh my..." gaped Ginny "You're really gonna do that?" Hermione nodded surely. The image of Snape striding amongst the cauldrons shrouded in his large black robes filled her mind.
"Certain. I thought maybe it might actually help get him off my mind..." she said sincerely.
"How would that work?" asked Ginny sarcastically.
Hermione frowned and shook her head, not wanting to listen. "Shut up, Ginny," she said with only a little trace of sarcasm. Ginny was not offended.
"This is exciting!" bubbled Ginny with enthusiasm, "Really, really exciting! Oh... I wish I could be there..." Hermione looked shocked.
"Hell, no!"
"Ok, ok..." she said resignedly.
Hermione now felt so much better. She decided to alter the course of the conversation.
"So..." she smirked "What's been happening with you and "Draco"?" Ginny blushed to the roots of her red hair. Hermione's smirk grew; the heavy feeling on her heart was lifting slightly.
"Oh, well... He's a real sweetheart towards me. He offered to take me to Hogsmead with him on our last weekend before the summer..." Hermione grinned.
"And what did you say?"
"Of course!" she grinned back, mischievously. "Then, the topic of the summer crept up... We've decided we want to see each other whenever we can. I'm not sure how I'll get away, neither is he but he said that he's sure we'll manage." Ginny gave Hermione a quizzical look as her features contorted. "What?"
"I really am trying hard to imagine Malfoy being all sweet and romantic!" she said with exasperation, "but I can't do it!"
Ginny smirked again, understanding completely. "It's not much different for me, trying to imagine what exactly makes you attracted to him... But whatever it is – it works for you and it works for me," she said with an air of wisdom.
Hermione smiled at her. She was very grateful that they now were sharing these secrets, it took a lot of weight off of everything and she felt less peculiar.
She then looked down at her watch. "Oh! We're going to be late if we don't go now."
"Hermione," said Ginny with curiosity "By any chance, is your last lesson of the day Potions?" Hermione blushed and grinned harder. "This is going to be interesting..."
Severus Snape was looking more and more fascinating to Hermione. He was intelligent, no doubt about that and she noticed he had a quick whit to match. She tried to restrain herself from spending the whole time staring at his deep black eyes that flickered dangerously across the room.
When he brushed past she felt the butterflies get violent in her stomach.
The class was taking too long to end but at the same she wished it wouldn't. She tried half-heartedly to rationalise and convince herself that this was a crazy idea and that this feeling would eventually go away and she would be sickened with herself for thinking such a way. But these thoughts faded fast.
When the lesson drew to an end, she had taken up her sample and cleaned out her cauldron, she stayed behind on the pretext that she still had to pack up her ink bottle and stuff and the boys should go ahead without her.
They did so without suspicion.
Severus looked up from behind his desk and rolled his eyes when he saw Miss Granger had stayed behind. He was starting to get used to her butting into his life and wondered what it would be this time. Nothing however could prepare him.
He stood up and walked around his desk.
"Miss Granger?" he sighed, looking at her, folding his arms, "What now?"
Hermione slung her bag over her shoulder and started towards him.
"Well?" he sneered, once she was close. Hermione paused, looking deeply into his eyes. Snape could see the thoughts rapidly crossing over hers. He wondered what this could be about.
Suddenly, before she thought about it too much, she leaned forward and kissed him.
Eek! Finally!
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