Chapter 2 Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On

Hermione stirred slowly as the sunlight kissed her face. She placed the book and her reading glasses on the end table before standing. She stretched her arms high over her head as she glanced at the clock on the mantel. She couldn't believe that she had slept until seven o'clock. Usually she was wide awake at five o'clock at the latest.

She went into the bedroom and began to get dressed for the day ahead. After slipping into her underwear she tugged on her favorite pair of jeans and a deep forest green sweater that slipped off of her left shoulder. She tugged on her fur-lined, black boots and pulled her hair into a tight bun. Lastly she slipped on the white gold locket that Harry and Ron had given her as a Christmas gift in their seventh year at Hogwarts.

Hermione gulped down a quick cup of coffee before heading out to look around the grounds.

As she stepped out through the wide front doors of the elegant castle the cold wind slapped her in the face, waking her fully. She was walking around the lake when she heard someone sing in a rich baritone, "Lord have mercy. Baby's got her blue jeans on." A smile spread across her face and she turned to see one of her best friends in the whole world standing not too far behind her.

"Harry!" On a squeal, Hermione threw herself into his waiting arms.

Harry grabbed her by the waist and swung her around before loosing his balance. They both tumbled to the ground and landed with Hermione laying ontop of Harry. She sat up with a laugh and smiled down at him as her hair pulled loose from it's pins and curtained both of their faces from view. "Harry, how in the world did you know I was here?" she giggled out.

"Dumbledore flooed me last night to say that he had a surprise waiting here for me. I was on my way up to see him when I spotted the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen walking around the lake." He smiled up at her and tucked some of the hair behind her ear.

"Oh, Harry, you adorable flirt." She laughed and slapped him lightly on the chest.

Hermione rolled off of him and they both pushed themselves to their feet. Harry turned and looked at his best friend. "Hermione, what did you do to your hair?" He asked as he ran a hand through it. "It looks stunning. And it's softer than silk!" He smiled widely.

"I finally just quit messing with it and let it grow out. Do you like it?" She twirled a hair around one of her fingers and stared at it.

"You look completely different, Mi. You've grown up in seven years. Now, I wish more than ever that we had made time to see each other."

Hermione smiled sadly at him. "I know what you mean." She reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Anyways..." He squeezed her hand. "On a lighter note... how long are you home for?" He asked as he began to walk around the lake, tugging on her hand.

"Just for this week I think. Snape contacted me and said that he had something 'of a serious nature' to discuss with me. So, here I am." She spread her arms out to her sides.

"When did you get in? Wait... Scratch that... Snape? As in Snape!" Harry looked at her bewildered.

"Yes, Snape. The slimy bastard didn't even send a carriage to meet my train last night. I swear if I get sick I might just strangle him to death!" Hermione snarled. "First he contacts me and demands I come here for a week. Demands! Can you believe the nerve!" Before Harry had a chance to answer she continued. "Then he put me on hold while he checked his schedule. Then last night he made me walk here in the pouring rain and had the audacity to be smug about it. Then he said that we'd talk today at noon because he had things to do!" She was fuming now and Harry was staring at her open mouthed. Hermione looked toward him and caught his expression. "What?"

"Mi, you cursed! You really have changed!" He grinned a little.

She stepped back and smiled. Her eyes traveled from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and back, taking it all in. Since his short career as a proffessional Quidditch player he had filled out quite a bit. His black sweatshirt hugged his chest and arm muscles tightly. He had also grown a good half a foot since school. The black slacks he was wearing complimented his build perfectly. He had obviously never learned to tame his hair and couldn't seem to quit breaking his glasses though. Her eyes connected with his again. Brown to shocking green.

"It seems I'm not the only one who has changed. You've grown up nicely, Harry." She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at him.

His laugh was loud and quick. It sounded wonderful to her. "Well spotted, Mi." He grinned at her like he had when they were young.

Hermione glanced at her watch and realized that it was eleven thirty already. As she saw it her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Bloody hell! I've got to go, Harry. I'm so sorry." She turned and started to run back to the castle, her hair swinging behind her.

"Mi!" Harry called after her. "Dinner at eight tonight! I'll meet you here!"

Hermione just waved and kept running as quickly as she could towards her rooms. She hoped she'd make it in time.

Harry laughed as he watched her disappear into the castle in a flash. Same old Hermione. Always punctual. He headed back home with a smile on his face.

Hermione dashed into her rooms and flooed the kitchens. She asked Dobby to make lunch for her and Snape quickly and to bring it to Proffessor Snape's guest rooms. When he agreed she ended to connection and ran to jump in a quick shower.

Five minutes later she was clean and out. After a quick spell to dry her clothes she put them back on and said one last spell to dry her hair. She ran out to meet Dobby and help him set up, thanking him profusely. Just as Dobby disappeared with a 'pop' a knock sounded at her door.

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A/N: Ok, guys, there's chapter 2. I don't think that it turned out too terribly bad. I know that it's a little short but I've got a few other chapters written by now and just need to go over them before posting. I really hope that you like this. Please review and let me know what you think. As this is my first Snape/ Hermione story I'm still trying to get into the swing of it so I'd appreciate any advice. Constructive criticism is welcome as always as long as it's constructive. Can't wait to hear your thoughts. Bria/ gemini69.