Disclaimer: Not mine. You REALLY think I'd be here if they were? No, I'd be off killing little kids! BWAHAHA…

Summary: Hermione and Severus have been set up one too many times. So, they plan on getting their revenge on the Hogwarts staff, but is that how fate will see it?

Warnings: Rated for a reason people! If you shouldn't, or don't want to be reading this, press the back button. Right. NOW.

Authors note: Hello my pretties! How are we all? All good I hope. Now, I like totally stole this idea from another fanfic, 'A Snape is for life, not just christmas' by Shiv (curse her and her brilliant plot bunnies! All mine does is hump my leg!) but I changed the story line, so don't YELL at me. Okay, you can yell at me, but not too loud, I'm meant to be something called 'studying'. Peh. Studying. (full details can be found on the authors note after chapter 10. Please read it).

Hermione, Severus and most other characters are very OOC. Don't blame me, they fit better that way. (IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS, DON'T READ ANY FURTHER, AND DON'T FLAME BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE OOC CHARACTERS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

So sit back and read the totally-not-mine-but-kinda-is-don't-yell-at-me-story. Hope you like.

(Now can someone PLEASE help me get this plot bunny off my leg!)

Chapter 18

CALM: (verb) Make calm or still, (noun) Steadiness of mind under stress.

It was the 24th, the day of the talent concert.

Not much had happened in the few days previous- She hadn't gone down to see Severus that night, but had sent him a letter thanking him for inviting her, but she couldn't make it.

He'd replied, asking her if she would join him some other time, and she said she would, but she had a lot of preparation to do before the concert.

He hadn't replied since, and she privately thanked this. She needed to work out what was happening before she saw him again. So, to help her do this, she did what she always had done in school: pros and cons.

Under pros she wrote: Father for the baby, support, Someone to be with, I love him. She crossed out the word 'love' and replaced it with 'like', as she didn't know quite what she felt yet.

Under cons she wrote: …

There weren't any cons, as far as she knew. Sure, some people wouldn't like it, but that wasn't her problem. She knew Harry would understand; he wasn't in the most normal relationship himself. He was with Draco. Yes, Harry Potter, saviour of all wizards was gay, and with one of the most loyal Deatheater's sons, as well. It had taken a lot to get the public to accept them, and still many didn't. They were married now, but still copped a lot. So Harry wouldn't mind, and Snape was Draco's uncle, so he wouldn't care.

Hermione laughed out loud; She realised that if she did end up marrying Severus, she would become Harry's and Draco's aunty.

But getting married was a long way away. A LONG way away.

She checked the clock on the wall and was shocked to see it was only an hour until the concert began. She quickly went through her song a few more times, warming her voice. She was working on getting that F sharp (yikes, I can only just do that, and that's coz I practised for Carmina Burana. Bloody hard, I tells ya), when an owl flew in, dropping her a letter.

She opened it and in bold letters it read 'PLEASE MOVE TOWARDS THE GREAT HALL FOR THE CONCERT OPNENING'.

She grabbed her jacket to cover her costume, as well as her toe shoes before running out the door (yes, TOE SHOES! Bwahaha…)

Severus received the same owl minutes later, and walked towards the Great Hall. Once there, he saw that most of the students, minus the ones performing, were sitting at their tables, snacking on mints and lollies that had been supplied, checking out score slips and chatting with friends.

Word had gotten out that he was to sing, and everyone gave him curious glances as he walked by. He responded with threatening glares.

'Stop fooling everyone with your 'evil' act. You know deep down your innocent.' Teased Hermione as he sat down beside at the head table.

'I'm not as innocent as you may think, Hermione. I've seen my fair share of devils in this angel town. And I seen to remember your not quite so innocent yourself.' He smirked.

'Innocence in the hands of the guilt free is useless.' She retorted, and turned to talk with Minerva.

She started to rub her back painfully, groaning a bit, almost silently.

Severus took this chance to start rubbing his hands across her stressed muscles, relaxing her back. She stiffened at first, but once she realised what he was doing, she relaxed.

Dumbledore stood, as the last of the students took their places at their designated house tables.

'Good evening students, staff, ghosts and special guests.' He said excitedly, indicating to group of important looking cameras, some with cameras and notepads. 'Tonight we shall be viewing some of the fine talents this school has to offer, from dance and song, to poetry and drama. Please note the score slips appointed to each person at each table…' he went on for some time explaining the way the scoring worked, before announcing the first act.

'And now, please welcome, Sphere!' he introduced a band made up with mostly boys, but with a female lead singer.

'Hi, we're sphere, we're gonna sing a song to you by a band George.' Said the lead guitarist, who counted them in, and they began.

Hermione was especially enjoying the performance, as she adored George, and they were doing a really good cover of their song, 'Special Ones'. She was also enjoying her back massage, so much that she didn't stop severus when he gently pulled her from her chair and into his lap. She was enjoying herself much too much to notice the looks and whispers their behaviour was meriting. She started to sing along quietly, and Severus whispered into her ear, 'Like this song?'

'I love it.' She whispered back, and she moaned as he pushed the heal of his hand in to her lower back.

He raised his eyebrows, but used her sudden lapse in concentration to kiss her neck, softly at first, soon developing into a full-blown 'love bite'. He bit and nibbled at her skin, rolling his tongue across it, and she leaned into him. Now they were getting TOO much attention, and Severus noticed this, so he let go of her neck, resuming his massage.

She sighed in longing but didn't say anything. They went through the rest of the students' acts quite uneventfully. Severus' hands grew tired, so he stopped rubbing her back and instead wrapped his arms around her, and she held him tighter.

Soon it came time for the staff performances, and guess who was first. Joy, it was Hermione.

She got up and it was silent.

'The calm before the storm…' she whispered to herself.

Haha, have to wait for next chapter, I'm so evil, BWAHAHA!

Now, I have a quest for you fellow little-kid-haters:

KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL!

Bwahahaha….