Title: A Special Christmas
Author: Ex libris(from the libray of) Lord D and Lady S
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belongs to J.K. Rowling, the plot is ours though.
Authors' Notes: Notes? Oh! Thank You to DiscordantHarmony, Lady Silver Brooch, and Snape's Opera Rose for reviewing. Because of the length of the original story, we decided to cut it into at least 4 chapters. Please give us 2-4 weeks to edit! We're so very busy you know…Now, On with the story!
Chapter
II
Cursing vehemently under his breath, Severus Snape snarled
the incantation to lower his wards before entering his private
chamber. Walking over to his desk, he picked up the decanter and a
bottle of Firewhisky, pouring a generous amount into the glass, and
downed it in one gulp. Setting the glass down with a loud thump,
he closed his eyes and scolded himself.
What could you be thinking, you oaf? Have you no consideration to her status here in the school? Her age? YOUR age? SHE is a student, and YOU are her professor! Don't get her tangled up in your lust-filled dreams! Besides, what would Albus say if he finds out? Minerva? The other professors? And, worse still, POTTER and WEASLEY!
Shaking his head, he poured more Firewhisky into the glass and downed it again in a gulp, but his mind dosen't seem to be taking the hint to stop painting images of Hermione and him tangled up in the silk green and black sheets of his bed—wait, did he just addressed Miss-Know-It-All by her given name and fantasize her in hos…BED!
Severus cursed more vehemently than before and pratically ran to his bathroom in his haste to take a cold shower. Maybe that might help…
…Would it?
Back at the entrance of the Owlery, Hermione Granger continued to sob quietly, her shoulders shaking with each silent sob. What can she do when her first and most possibly only crush don't even like her one bit, and hate her for who she was? And the war was going to start soon…and she hasn't even confess yet!
Hermione sniffled and wiped away her tears, trying desperately to wipe away every evidence of her crying, and tried not to lose hope. Well, there's still Christmas. And Mom always said that Christmas is the most magical time of the year…if you believe in it.
Rubbing her eyes, she brightened at the possibility of the chance to make Professor Snape like her, even if it's just a little bit…after all, it's still an improvement right? It was Christmas, and it's the festival of giving, sharing and caring. Getting to her feet, she set her brain cells to work, thinking of the perfect moment to give Professor Snape the gift she had acquired for him…and to confess her love for him.
Back in the private chambers situated in the dungeons, Severus stepped out of the shower in a deep green robe, outlined with black fur and with his initials sewn onto it at the hem of the robe. Even after a cold bath did not help vanquishing the perverse thoughts he was having on Granger; instead it only helped to enhance the lurid thoughts! Throughout the whole shower, Severus only had images of Hermione wearing nothing but her luscious skin, water cascading down her back and bottom as she stood under the shower with him, and him ravishing her, his callused hands traveling over her bottom—
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THINKING OF, YOU PERVERTED OLD MAN!
Severus shook his head and snarled, stomping across the room and flung his wardrobe open but before he could reach for his customery black teaching robes, the Dark Mark started burning and with a sharp hiss, he clamped his hand over the dark mark. His mouth set into a grim line, he pulled out his deatheaters robes and mask and donned them before walking over to the fireplace the sent a written message to Dumbledore's office. Pulling on his black cloak to cover his deatheaters robes he exited his rooms and walked to the gates before Dissaparatting. If he had looked up while walking to the gates, he would have seen a girl with chocolate eyes and bushy hair of the same colour, wearing an worried expression, and a look of yearning looking down at him from a window.
TBC