Temptations
Ginny sat with the bowl of silver liquid in front of her. Hermione lay peacefully asleep on the bed. In the dim light, Hermione's memories taunted her, begged her to look. Ginny held her wand to the bowl and prepared to obliterate Hermione's memories.
She hesitated as they glinted at her. One look, what harm will it do? Ginny thought looking at her watch that told her the where-about of her family members. Her mum was still at the Burrow so she had plenty of time to get to the party.
As much as Ginny wanted to see the now Mrs Snape. Ginny knew very well Hermione had met her on numerous occasions. Ginny was too curious as to what happened the day Hermione had come to the Griffindor common room flustered from the dungeons early in Ginny's fifth year.
Placing the pensive on the dressing table, Ginny allowed herself a moments pause to check on the sleeping Hermione through the mirror. It felt as if she was reading Hermione's diary. Something completely wrong. However the chance was too compelling. She used her wand to select the correct memory.
She watched as the image became clear....
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Hermione had walked into the potions classroom in the fall of her sixth year. She had decided to hand in her coursework the moment she had finished it. In truth, she was just trying to get away from Harry and Ron's persistent questions. She just wanted peace and quiet. The strain was beginning to show on the growing woman.
What she had not expected was Neville. Having extra classes, and failing miserably. Poor Neville, Hermione had thought. as she brushed passed his cauldron to get to Snape's desk. He sat deeply engrossed in a roll of parchment. He knew she was there. He hadn't looked up and seen the pale looking woman enter his classroom. He sensed her. She was unsettled and lost.
"Miss Granger?" He questioned without looking up his hair was hiding his face. Hermione began fidgeting. Straightening her black blouse. She wished Dumbledore hadn't stopped sixth and seventh years from wearing uniform. She hated figuring what she had to wear each day. In the end she decided to wear nothing but black. Today being no exception. A long black skirt and fitted blouse made her look all too conservative. "Miss Granger?" Snape repeated harshly, snapping her back to reality.
"My coursework." She answered flatly allowing the short roll of parchment flutter to his desk. That was what she needed. She felt better. "Thank you professor." Good old Snape, She thought as she made her way to leave. Live for now. No daydreams. She admired Snape for that discipline.
Only by chance did Hermione look up and see what Neville was doing. He was adding an ingredient which would cause the potion to explode and fatally wound everyone in the room.
"Neville stop!" Hermione shouted reaching for her wand. Alerting Snape in the process. However it was too late. The ingredient had been added and Hermione was wrecking her brain for a protection spell.
Within a flash, Snape had pulled Hermione into him. He muttered an incantation which protected the three bodies in the room. However the shock of Snape's surprisingly warm, strong arm over her fragile torso shocked Hermione. She was caught off guard fell backwards onto the cold stone floor. Bringing the elegant Snape along with her.
She lay frozen on top of him. Mesmerised by the rising and falling of his chest, the sensual burning of his flesh on hers; even through the thick clothing they both wore. His warm, sweet breath tickled her neck. Her eyes met his. There was a moment of heated connection before Neville's whimpering brought them back to reality.
"Miss Granger. Are you unable to move?" He hissed, coldness returning to his eyes. "If you can. Would you please get off me!" Hermione began to burn up as to how this would look to anyone who would walk in right at that moment. Unaware that Ginny was watching from the comfort of her home, in fits of giggles.
Hermione picked herself up off the floor and looked around the room. Potion was splattered on every inch of the room. Even the fact that Neville was injured didn't stop Snape roaring at him within an inch of the poor boys life. The only words Hermione (and Ginny) caught were;
"-Extra potions are cancelled. Do you hear me boy? Now get yourself to the hospital wing. Your detention will be to clean this place with a toothbrush. Starting tomorrow."
All Hermione (and Ginny) could hear was the beating of her heart. She could still feel the warm tingling sensation where her body had touched his.
"-That was a brave, but very stupid thing you just tried to do Miss Granger." She heard Snape say. She could not respond, she was in a dream of what could have happened. "Miss Granger!" He said a little more harshly. Or was that a hint of worry in his voice?
"Yes?" She finally answered looking at him. She found she was sitting down on a chair and he was knelt in front of her. She looking into his eyes. Still cold. She noted sadly.
"Did you hear what I said?" He question while visually checking her for wounds where the protection spell didn't take affect. Lucky for her the contact of Snape had provided full protection. Lucky for Neville, he wasn't protected so much and had subsequently broken his arm. Hopefully it would teach him not to be so dozy. Snape explained this to Hermione. (Ginny noted herself that not only was Snape checking for wounds... He was simply checking her out!)
"Yes... Very brave thing I did." She answered vaguely. Still in shock at the recent revelation. Yes, she almost died. But more importantly, her heart was pounding, Because of her potions teacher.
"No. Brave and stupid. Do not forget the stupid part!" He smiled and Hermione looked away. Ginny's own heart skipped a beat at that rare smile. "You are an immensely intelligent woman...." Hermione's eyes returned to Snape's as he paused, deep in thought. He referred to her as a woman. Not a chit-of-a-girl or a know-it-all, but an intelligent woman. "However-" He paused again, and she knew what was coming. "Your two friends have led you into acts of heroics over these last six years that are going to get you killed. I will not be there to save you next time."
"Of course. Potter always has to get the blame. How'd he do it this time?" It wasn't the fact that he was attacking her friends that insulted her. She noted that because of her use of her actual use of "Potter" to referred to her dearest friend. It was the realisation that nothing could ever happen between them. He could never accept Harry or Ron as much as they would accept him. "I do believe it was Neville's fault that I almost died. Not Harry's!" Hermione stood and left without a backwards glance. Knowing that she stood to fall from a great height.
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Snape had said something. Something that Hermione's memory picked up, but Hermione's ears didn't. Ginny frantically rewound the last few seconds of the encounter and highered the volume with a quick spell.
"- But he's made you who you are Hermione." Is what he had muttered as she had left.
A/N: Big shout out to my two wonderful reviewers...
BadBoyLover: Sorry about the confusion. I have about four different versions of this chapter. When I changed the story I picked the wrong one to take extracts from. I think I've cleared it up in this chapter, but let me know if I should go back and fix chapter one.
MxSRose : Hadn't really given much thought into Snape's new Missus, but a big, big thank you because you've given me an idea for a later chapter.
I looked at your profile and you like Star Trek, I've written an Enterprise FF called "Lie to Me" If you want to take a look. Appreciate the review of it.
Akalei: Now I've had two reviews saying the same thing, I've realised my problem: I'm assuming that people can read my mind, lol. Sometimes I get caught up in what I going write in the next paragraph or even next chapter that I lose concentration of what I'm writing there and then. I'm going to fix this problem soon and update chapter one.
I've read your chapter of Behind Closed Doors (And I ask that anyone who reads this does the same. Just look under my favourite authors in my profile) and it looks promising. I will review it when I put this chapter up and I will also look at your other stories.
To all readers: Ginny is your puppet mwahahahah... what other memories/ encounters would you like to see? So far I have a school trip to New York lined up. I do have a problem of writers block from time to time so ideas will be gratefully accepted.
Ginny sat with the bowl of silver liquid in front of her. Hermione lay peacefully asleep on the bed. In the dim light, Hermione's memories taunted her, begged her to look. Ginny held her wand to the bowl and prepared to obliterate Hermione's memories.
She hesitated as they glinted at her. One look, what harm will it do? Ginny thought looking at her watch that told her the where-about of her family members. Her mum was still at the Burrow so she had plenty of time to get to the party.
As much as Ginny wanted to see the now Mrs Snape. Ginny knew very well Hermione had met her on numerous occasions. Ginny was too curious as to what happened the day Hermione had come to the Griffindor common room flustered from the dungeons early in Ginny's fifth year.
Placing the pensive on the dressing table, Ginny allowed herself a moments pause to check on the sleeping Hermione through the mirror. It felt as if she was reading Hermione's diary. Something completely wrong. However the chance was too compelling. She used her wand to select the correct memory.
She watched as the image became clear....
**********************************************************************
Hermione had walked into the potions classroom in the fall of her sixth year. She had decided to hand in her coursework the moment she had finished it. In truth, she was just trying to get away from Harry and Ron's persistent questions. She just wanted peace and quiet. The strain was beginning to show on the growing woman.
What she had not expected was Neville. Having extra classes, and failing miserably. Poor Neville, Hermione had thought. as she brushed passed his cauldron to get to Snape's desk. He sat deeply engrossed in a roll of parchment. He knew she was there. He hadn't looked up and seen the pale looking woman enter his classroom. He sensed her. She was unsettled and lost.
"Miss Granger?" He questioned without looking up his hair was hiding his face. Hermione began fidgeting. Straightening her black blouse. She wished Dumbledore hadn't stopped sixth and seventh years from wearing uniform. She hated figuring what she had to wear each day. In the end she decided to wear nothing but black. Today being no exception. A long black skirt and fitted blouse made her look all too conservative. "Miss Granger?" Snape repeated harshly, snapping her back to reality.
"My coursework." She answered flatly allowing the short roll of parchment flutter to his desk. That was what she needed. She felt better. "Thank you professor." Good old Snape, She thought as she made her way to leave. Live for now. No daydreams. She admired Snape for that discipline.
Only by chance did Hermione look up and see what Neville was doing. He was adding an ingredient which would cause the potion to explode and fatally wound everyone in the room.
"Neville stop!" Hermione shouted reaching for her wand. Alerting Snape in the process. However it was too late. The ingredient had been added and Hermione was wrecking her brain for a protection spell.
Within a flash, Snape had pulled Hermione into him. He muttered an incantation which protected the three bodies in the room. However the shock of Snape's surprisingly warm, strong arm over her fragile torso shocked Hermione. She was caught off guard fell backwards onto the cold stone floor. Bringing the elegant Snape along with her.
She lay frozen on top of him. Mesmerised by the rising and falling of his chest, the sensual burning of his flesh on hers; even through the thick clothing they both wore. His warm, sweet breath tickled her neck. Her eyes met his. There was a moment of heated connection before Neville's whimpering brought them back to reality.
"Miss Granger. Are you unable to move?" He hissed, coldness returning to his eyes. "If you can. Would you please get off me!" Hermione began to burn up as to how this would look to anyone who would walk in right at that moment. Unaware that Ginny was watching from the comfort of her home, in fits of giggles.
Hermione picked herself up off the floor and looked around the room. Potion was splattered on every inch of the room. Even the fact that Neville was injured didn't stop Snape roaring at him within an inch of the poor boys life. The only words Hermione (and Ginny) caught were;
"-Extra potions are cancelled. Do you hear me boy? Now get yourself to the hospital wing. Your detention will be to clean this place with a toothbrush. Starting tomorrow."
All Hermione (and Ginny) could hear was the beating of her heart. She could still feel the warm tingling sensation where her body had touched his.
"-That was a brave, but very stupid thing you just tried to do Miss Granger." She heard Snape say. She could not respond, she was in a dream of what could have happened. "Miss Granger!" He said a little more harshly. Or was that a hint of worry in his voice?
"Yes?" She finally answered looking at him. She found she was sitting down on a chair and he was knelt in front of her. She looking into his eyes. Still cold. She noted sadly.
"Did you hear what I said?" He question while visually checking her for wounds where the protection spell didn't take affect. Lucky for her the contact of Snape had provided full protection. Lucky for Neville, he wasn't protected so much and had subsequently broken his arm. Hopefully it would teach him not to be so dozy. Snape explained this to Hermione. (Ginny noted herself that not only was Snape checking for wounds... He was simply checking her out!)
"Yes... Very brave thing I did." She answered vaguely. Still in shock at the recent revelation. Yes, she almost died. But more importantly, her heart was pounding, Because of her potions teacher.
"No. Brave and stupid. Do not forget the stupid part!" He smiled and Hermione looked away. Ginny's own heart skipped a beat at that rare smile. "You are an immensely intelligent woman...." Hermione's eyes returned to Snape's as he paused, deep in thought. He referred to her as a woman. Not a chit-of-a-girl or a know-it-all, but an intelligent woman. "However-" He paused again, and she knew what was coming. "Your two friends have led you into acts of heroics over these last six years that are going to get you killed. I will not be there to save you next time."
"Of course. Potter always has to get the blame. How'd he do it this time?" It wasn't the fact that he was attacking her friends that insulted her. She noted that because of her use of her actual use of "Potter" to referred to her dearest friend. It was the realisation that nothing could ever happen between them. He could never accept Harry or Ron as much as they would accept him. "I do believe it was Neville's fault that I almost died. Not Harry's!" Hermione stood and left without a backwards glance. Knowing that she stood to fall from a great height.
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Snape had said something. Something that Hermione's memory picked up, but Hermione's ears didn't. Ginny frantically rewound the last few seconds of the encounter and highered the volume with a quick spell.
"- But he's made you who you are Hermione." Is what he had muttered as she had left.
A/N: Big shout out to my two wonderful reviewers...
BadBoyLover: Sorry about the confusion. I have about four different versions of this chapter. When I changed the story I picked the wrong one to take extracts from. I think I've cleared it up in this chapter, but let me know if I should go back and fix chapter one.
MxSRose : Hadn't really given much thought into Snape's new Missus, but a big, big thank you because you've given me an idea for a later chapter.
I looked at your profile and you like Star Trek, I've written an Enterprise FF called "Lie to Me" If you want to take a look. Appreciate the review of it.
Akalei: Now I've had two reviews saying the same thing, I've realised my problem: I'm assuming that people can read my mind, lol. Sometimes I get caught up in what I going write in the next paragraph or even next chapter that I lose concentration of what I'm writing there and then. I'm going to fix this problem soon and update chapter one.
I've read your chapter of Behind Closed Doors (And I ask that anyone who reads this does the same. Just look under my favourite authors in my profile) and it looks promising. I will review it when I put this chapter up and I will also look at your other stories.
To all readers: Ginny is your puppet mwahahahah... what other memories/ encounters would you like to see? So far I have a school trip to New York lined up. I do have a problem of writers block from time to time so ideas will be gratefully accepted.
