Chapter 17: Falling For The Underdog
The following weekend, Severus found himself in a situation that he would have never thought possible – he spent the entire day with a woman.
Despite it being a Saturday, Granger had arrived at his private quarters quite early. While he usually woke up long before the rest of the castle, Severus had never really considered himself a morning person. He normally worked late and slept little, often waking up in a cold sweat after just a few hours of sleep due to horrible nightmares. So needless to say, he had been rather surprised when his apprentice had shown up at his door long before the house elves had even started to prepare breakfast. As he'd let her in, he had asked himself if perhaps she was suffering from the same problem as him.
The two of them had spent a lot of time together over the past week. Ever since he had given her unimpeded access to his rooms, Granger had come by even more often than before, and so they had often spent their evenings together. Everything inside him was still screaming that this was wrong, that they were becoming way too comfortable with each other. But yet, he could not help but feel a rush of ecstasy surge through his entire body every single time she walked into his sitting room.
He had given her the password in what had been almost a moment of mental aberration, and he had soon started to regret it. He had tried telling himself that the reason for that regret was that such an action was simply inappropriate for a teacher, but deep down, he knew that he was really just scared of rejection; scared that she would not take him up on the offer and that she would find it creepy and weird. But the next day, when he had come back from teaching the fourth year Slytherins and Gryffindors, he had found Granger in his sitting room, fussing over a small sandwich platter from the kitchens which was placed on the table in front of her. Severus could not describe the emotions he had experienced upon seeing this. On one hand, he had felt massive relief. On the other, it had felt weirdly domestic for some reason; almost as though he had come home after a long day of work to a loving home – something which had been completely new to him.
Sometimes, the pair would be working on potions together, and other times, Severus would be sitting at his desk marking essays while Granger would curl up on his sofa as she studied. Today, however, they were doing what both of them loved the most: reading.
The Potions Master was seated in one of his big wing chairs, a copy of his favourite journal, The Practical Potioneer, in his hands, whereas Granger was spread out across the sofa as usual, deeply engrossed in his volume of Hélas, Je me suis Transfiguré Les Pieds by medieval French wizard Malecrit. Over the last couple of days, Severus had slowly begun to notice how eager she seemed to get her hands on classics from the wizarding world, and he did not exactly know how to feel about that – to him, it somehow appeared as though she was almost desperately trying to make up for the time she had spent growing up around Muggles.
They had both been reading in silence for a while when Severus stumbled across an especially interesting paragraph on the uses of Alihotsy in magical antidepressants. Opening his mouth to share this new piece of information with the knowledge-hungry witch, he looked up and instantly had to draw a sharp breath. Unbeknownst to him, Granger had shifted in her position a few minutes ago, and now her grey skirt had ridden up just far enough to reveal her toned thighs as well as barely the slightest hint of the subtle crease running horizontally underneath her behind.
Severus gulped. It was hard to ignore the way that the shadows of the fire burning a mere few feet away were dancing across her tender, milky flesh. Why was she wearing her uniform – a uniform with what now suddenly seemed like a ridiculously short skirt – on a day with no classes?! For a split second, the thought that she was trying to seduce him crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed that. Never in a million years would Granger be the type of person to try to recreate a scene from a low-budget adult movie, especially not with one of her professors. And if he was being honest with himself, he would have found her appearance bewitching even if she had been wearing a potato sack.
Having long forgotten about what he had originally wanted to say, he blurted out the first thing he could think of. "I do have to say, I find it rather bizarre that Miss Weasley of all people would behave in such a manner towards you. I would be terrified of making someone even remotely angry if they knew of my deepest secret."
Granger did not even look up. "But that's not how friendships work."
"What?" His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"A real friend would never betray you just because you've had a fight with them," she said as she pushed herself up into a seated position. Severus did not know if he was glad or disappointed that her legs were now covered again. "A promise is a promise. That fact doesn't change just because you're having a disagreement or because you don't like each other anymore."
Yet again, he was pleasantly surprised by her maturity; it made him feel a tiny bit less like a predator preying on an innocent girl.
"Plus, the real problem is Ron. I love him –" Severus felt a slight sting at these words. "But he's just so unpredictable sometimes. And at the end of the day, Ginny will always side with him, because he's her brother, and Harry will do the same, because he's his best friend and because Ginny is his girlfriend. All three of them are on the Quidditch team together, and they all share common interests. I am the odd one out, and so if someone has to leave the group, it will always be me first."
Severus was stunned. He wanted to disagree, wanted to tell her that what she was saying was wrong – but he knew that it was the truth. Just like himself, she was and would always be an outsider.
"Anyway," Granger continued, taking a look at her wristwatch. "I think I have to go. I still want to stop by the library to pick up some books before it closes. Thank you for having me, as always."
And with that, she stood up, straightened out her clothes and put the book she had been reading back in its place on one of the countless shelves lining the dark room before making her way to the exit. But just as she was about to disappear through the hole in the wall, she lingered for a second.
"Professor Snape?"
Severus was caught off guard by how nervous she suddenly sounded. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
She took her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's okay if you don't want to, but the other teachers normally address me by my first name when I'm alone with them. So perhaps you could do that, too? Only in private, of course."
Severus gave her a calculated look. It probably sounded nonsensical, especially after he had already allowed her into his chambers, but he was still somewhat afraid of getting too close to her. Wasn't using her first name taking it a bit too far? But at the same time, her request flooded his soul with a feeling of genuine happiness.
"All right … Hermione."
"Come on, Hermione, I know you're in there! Open the door!"
The brightest witch of her age was surprise to hear what sounded like frantic knocking as she climbed up the stairs leading to her Head Girl suite. It was not long until she arrived at the top and discovered a certain redhead banging on her door.
"I know you're really mad at me, but can we please just talk about it?"
"Ginny?" she said, making the other witch jump in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed before running towards her friend at the speed of light and hugging her so hard that the two of them almost tumbled over. "I am so, so sorry! I know I treated you like crap, and for a stupid reason, too! I don't know what got into me, I'm just so stressed right now, and I let Ron get the better of me! Harry is also sorry, but Ron is still mad, and so he feels like he's sort of caught in the middle, and –"
Hermione took a step back and offered her a smile. "Gin, it's all right. No hard feelings, okay?"
"Oh, you are truly too good for this world!" Ginny called out before moving in for another suffocating embrace.
Hermione could not suppress a chuckle. She was still upset about how she had been treated, of course; but she had learnt a long time ago that sometimes, being happy was more important than being right. War hero or not, at the end of the day, she was just a girl, and a girl needed her best friend.
Now that their frivolous fight was finally behind them, it did not take long before the two teenagers fell back into their old ways. They soon found themselves on Hermione's bed, with countless Muggle nail supplies spread out around them, talking about this and that. However, the newest Hogwarts gossip was not really able to awaken Hermione's enthusiasm like it usually did. Something had been occupying her mind for a few days now, and it took her a long time before she finally mustered up the courage to bring it up.
"Hey, Gin …" she said meekly.
"Yes?" Ginny replied, biting her tongue in concentration as she carefully painted the tiny nail of one of her little toes in a pastel pink colour.
"Um …" Hermione had absolutely no idea how to broach the subject. "I need your advice on something."
It was only then that the sixth-year looked up.
"What's going on?" she asked concerned.
"So …" Taking a shaky breath, she decided to just make it quick and painless, like ripping off a band-aid. "I think that I might be starting to like Professor Snape."
Oh Merlin, she had finally said it aloud! After many sleepless nights of confusion, dismay and solitary pining, she had finally admitted it – to Ginny and to herself.
Too scared of her reaction, Hermione did not dare to look Ginny in the eyes. But to her surprise, the only response was a high-pitched giggle.
"Hermione, you like all teachers. So I'm not at all surprised that you like that tosser, too. Even though I do not know how you could, especially enough to become his apprentice and –"
"No, I –" She rubbed the back of her neck with a trembling hand. "I think I might fancy him."
"WHAT?!" yelled Ginny as she jumped to her feet, knocking over a couple of bottles of nail polish and spilling their content all over the comforter in the process.
"Ginny, please!" she tried to calm her down, but it was to no avail – the whirlwind that was Ginevra Weasley had already been unleashed.
"You have a crush on Snape? SNAPE?! The greasy git of the dungeons? The most hated teacher in all of Hogwarts? That Snape?!"
Her look was filled with nothing but disbelief and betrayal.
"Gods, I don't know!" Hermione's eyes were starting to burn and fill with tears. She could not help but feel embarrassed. "I have all of these confounding feelings, and I don't know what to make of them, okay?!"
"Hey, hey, come on! It's nothing to cry about." Ginny hurriedly sat back down and rubbed her back reassuringly, though she still had horror written all over her face. "Even if we're talking about Snape here."
A salty tear rolled down Hermione's blushed cheek. "I don't even know when it started, I just –" The words got stuck in her throat as she erupted into sobs. "How can I like a teacher in that way?! Like, maybe that could even get me EXPELLED!"
Ginny pulled her into a half hug. "Now, calm down, we'll figure this out somehow! Why do you like him?"
Hermione sniffled. "I don't know! It's just that he's being so nice to me!"
"Really?" Ginny tilted her head to the left, obviously doubting the statement. "Snape and nice?"
"Yes, extremely nice!" Hermione blurted out as she wiped her flushed face with the back of her hand. "You know, after our stupid argument, I felt so sad and miserable. But then he invited me over, and we had some tea, and he let me vent. He consoled me, Gin!"
In hindsight, the brunette would later realise that she did not know how exactly he had become aware of their fallout in the first place. She certainly had never openly mentioned it in front of him. But at that moment, with her raw emotions causing mayhem inside her mind, the thought did not occur to her even once.
"You're kidding!" Hermione could only shake her head before she broke into tears again. "Hey, I'm sorry! It's just hard to imagine that someone like Snape might actually have some real human feelings."
"Well, he does! I feel like he actually cares about me, you know? Like, it almost feels as though he's my friend. He even gave me the password to his rooms so that I would have somewhere to retreat to."
"WHA–" Clearly forcing herself to remain calm, Ginny took a deep breath. "Are you being for real?"
"Of course! I've been spending time there every day!"
Shocked, Ginny put a palm on her chest. "Hold on! Severus Snape, a grown man and teacher at this school, is allowing you, a beautiful 18-year-old student of his, in his private quarters where the two of you are completely alone? Ew, what a creep!"
"It's not like that!" Hermione protested, her facial features contorting into a grimace. "Never once has he done anything even remotely inappropriate! We just work on something together or read some books, and sometimes we eat meals together. If anything, I'm the one who has taken it too far."
"What do you mean?" No response. "Hermione?"
"I hugged him once …"
It was merely a whisper, but she heard her nonetheless.
"YOU DID WHAT?"
Hermione hung her head, burying her hands deep in her massive brown locks. "I hugged him in the Entrance Hall during the Hallowe'en Feast. We had talked earlier about how he didn't want to come because of how much he hates dressing up, but then he surprised me by showing up with his teeth charmed to look like a vampire and … I don't know, I just became so excited, and before I knew it, I was hugging him!"
Ginny could only look at her, baffled-eyed. "Did he, like, hug you back?"
She thought about it for a second.
"Yeah, I think so." She scrunched up her face. "I liked it, too."
No one said anything for a long time. Then, letting out a forced laugh, the redhead ultimately mumbled, "Wow, I … really don't know what to say."
"I'm screwed!" Hermione exclaimed as she teared up again.
Ginny let out a huge sigh. "Look, at the end of the day, you cannot help who you fall for. And while I'm certainly not a fan of the Dungeon Bat myself, you definitely could have done worse."
Ignoring the other girl's glare, she continued, "He's smart, just like you, and according to what you told me, he's also treating you right. And to be honest, he's not really as ugly as we all make him out to be. So liking him is not as ridiculous as it might sound at first. Plus, maybe this infatuation is just a phase. So many girls get crushes on their teachers at some point. Chances are by tomorrow you're already over it."
She grabbed her hand. "The only thing I'm worried about is how friendly you two seem to be getting. This could actually get you into major trouble should anyone notice. And it will also not help you get over this silly crush if you keep seeing him this often. So maybe just try and distance yourself for a little while, 'kay? I bet that once this whole thing with Ron blows over, your feelings won't be all over the place like this anymore."