Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, you think that the story would be based around Harry, and not Hermione and Severus? (I would be in Heaven if JK pulled something random, and actually made the couple.)
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Good Lord, it's been a long time. I'm so sorry. I've been caught in the stress of high school (Oh man! Imagine what it's going to be like in college for me!).
Anywho, I've reread my entire story, and I noticed all the mistakes, grammar wise and organizing my thoughts. I'm still a new author, so I'm still learning. Please forgive my lousy writing skills and grammar. Frankly, I couldn't spell grammar correctly without spell check. Oh boy!
What's new with me fan fiction wise?
I've got a new fan fiction idea I've been contemplating for the last 8 months! I will start it after I finish all the incomplete stories I have. It's about INSANITY! SSHG too!
IMPORTANT: I need a new beta! My last, who was the best beta I've had, has stepped down from the position due to a busy schedule. She is still an amazing part of the team, advising me. Please let me know if you can help me out. Everyone knows I damn need one if you look at the first 8 or so chapters.
A Teenaged Snape?
Was he dreaming? Severus contemplated what his life had been like the past few months, leading up to the beautiful girl, no woman, in his arms. It was already seven in the morning of Christmas Day. Severus couldn't care less that it was Christmas; he'd rather stay cuddled with Hermione for the rest of his life if he could.
His thoughts were interrupted as his Hermione began to mumble and cuddle up closer to him. He smiled, his Hermione. The two words sounded so right together.
All of this seemed so unreal. Severus held his arms around her a little more tightly to reassure himself that she was indeed here and was all his.
He looked down upon the young woman, taking in her features once more. He grinned slightly, as he saw a small amount of drool form at the corner of her mouth. He loosened his grip tightly to stare at the ceiling. The Potions Master sighed slightly as the thoughts of this ending quite soon entered his head once more.
"Severus?" Hermione murmured into his sweater. Severus looked down at her once more and smiled as the masses of curls began to shift to reveal her sleepy face.
"Happy Christmas, love," Severus replied, pecking her forehead the best he could from their position. Hermione sprung up slightly, but realizing the loss of warmth, returned.
"Oh, I had forgotten it was Christmas," Hermione replied, much more awake, "Should we be going down to breakfast?"
"Not yet," Severus whispered, "let's just open presents in bed for a moment."
"Alright," Hermione agreed. She slowly crawled to the edge of the present covered bed, and grabbed the packages she had gotten for Sev. The Head Boy accepted it graciously.
"Possibly a sweater, maybe potion ingredients?" Severus guessed as he shook the package slightly. The guesses were rather impractical as the package was too small to be either. Unwrapping the package slowly, he found two small glass heart necklaces. (URL's for the necklaces below.)
"I know, utterly cheesy," Hermione blushed, explaining her gift, "I tried my hand pectus statuaries."
"They're beautiful, Hermione," Severus said with true honesty. The simplicity and thoughtfulness behind them were extraordinary. She turned a slightly darker shade of red, as she picked up the one of green-black and unfastened the hook. She fastened it onto a surprised Severus.
"They have a simple charm on them," the Head Girl explained, "We just have to give them a quick squeeze and think of the other to find out if the other is safe or how the other is feeling." Severus nodded in, as he took the silver and black necklace and fastened it around her neck. Finishing, he held his hot breath against her left ear.
"Thank you, Hermione," he whispered, knowing very well what he was doing to her as she gulped hard. He smirked to himself, as he slowly withdrew himself.
Looking over the packages, he instantly knew which package Albus and Minerva had chosen. It was an averaged looking package, except the fact it was wrapped in lemon-dropped wrapping paper.
"Damn Albus," Severus thought, handing the present to Hermione slightly embarrassed. She smiled, as she began to unwrap the gift ever so slowly. The tension was killing the Potions Master, who was clueless and to some extent afraid of what the loony Headmaster of Hogwarts could have possibly chosen.
"They're amazing, Severus," Hermione said enthusiastically, as she held up a pair of diaries.
"Thank you, Minerva," Severus thought, knowing fully well that she was the only reason that the package did not fart out lemon drops.
They were actually pretty spectacular. There was a russet one with "H.J.G" enlaced and engraved for Hermione. For Severus, an ebony companion with his own initialed, "S.A.S." The two were both were also covered with a slightly indentation of elegant pattern of leaves, as well as jeweled encrusted.
His thoughts were interrupted once more as Hermione pulled into a tight embrace.
"Shall we open the rest of these gifts?" Severus said as he handed her random packages from the foot of his bed. She smiled as she began to unwrap her gift from Mrs. Weasley.
After another hour, the two had nearly finished. Hermione had received her usual mince pies and Weasley special sweater; light lavender this time. She had also received a book on similarities between Muggle Chemistry and Potions from Harry, which highly interested Severus. Her other gifts included Honeydukes' Finest (Ron), more books (her Professors and Parents), and other little bits and bobs.
Severus' pile was slightly smaller. Qudditch gear from Ron and Harry was the very first. Also, he received, surprisingly, not his first bright orange Weasley sweater from Molly. Albus gave him a year supply of Lemon drops, and Minerva, a cancellation of that year supply and instead, a book called Sarcasm for the Sarcastic.
The gifts that embarrassed them were from Ginny and the Twins. She had gotten Hermione lingerie. For Severus, she had been so thoughtful to get him "Erotic Chocolates" that made certain parts of the eater more sensitive (Idea borrowed from another fanfiction story). The twins had gotten them, well; they'd rather not talk about it.
"The Weasleys are certainly subtle," Severus said sarcastically as he tossed the box of chocolates into the pile of wrapping paper. Hermione blushed a darker red in reply. She tossed her gift into the pile as well.
The two began to help themselves to the regular chocolates, discussing how everyone could have found out already. They were disrupted as the Albus' head appeared in the fireplace before them.
"Severus, Hermione," Albus said, eyes twinkling more than usual, "Come to breakfast already, everyone's waiting. Oh, and don't mind changing, everyone are in their pajamas."
Severus and Hermione nodded, as they navigated their way past all the wrapping paper. The two made their way into the Great Hall, only to be stopped by charmed mistletoe. That was easily complied with, and the two sat themselves down together.
After breakfast, the couple joined in the small games that the Headmaster had set up for the kids and Professors for a little Christmas fun. They had simple games like Exploding Snaps, a game Albus had invented that involved lemon drops (that was surprisingly fun), and many others.
Everyone joined in the laughter as Professor Trelawney had run into one of the Christmas trees and declared that she had known it would happen.
"Severus, if I could have a moment of your time," Albus said, pulling the younger wizard from one of the games over to a quiet corner. "We don't have much more time."
Severus quirked his infamous eyebrow at him in confusion. Albus conjured some seats for them.
"Mr. Malfoy's New Year's Ball, Severus," Albus whispered, as the two sat themselves down. Severus nodded after a few minutes, he actually forgotten.
"Have you decided on whom to take?" Albus said. The Potions Master had forgotten about that as well.
"Well, I think Hermione would be my safest option, but I do not want her involved in this," Severus replied.
"Involved in what?" Hermione asked, sneaking on the both of them. Severus jumped a little; Albus seemed rather calm and conjured a chair besides them.
"Hermione, do you remember when Mr. Malfoy spoke to Severus in the hospital wing time ago?" Hermione nodded. "Well, Severus has been invited to their annual Ball in place of Professor Snape." The Head girl gasped.
"Well, Severus is not going," Hermione said, stubbornly. Severus sighed.
"Hermione, there is nothing we can do about this. I'm not sure you know, but I am part of the Order and I have my own duties," Severus replied.
"Oh course, I'm aware that you are in the Order," Hermione said, "but I am not going to have you risk your neck for some stupid party."
"Some stupid party?" Severus retorted, as his temper began to rise. "This party good very put a damn end to this whole bloody war!" The young wizard who have kept on yelling, or rather what he thought as angry hissing, had the older man not stepped in.
"Take this to your rooms," Albus, said under his breathe, as he calmly waved away the starring crowd. The two stomped out of the Great Hall, as coolly as they could before rushing towards their rooms.
"There are other ways we could figure out to beat him, you know!" Hermione yelled at the top of her lungs. She angrily began to grab at the piles of wrapping paper, trying to clean up and cool down.
"You tell me!" Severus retorted, as he began on his side of the room. "Tell me how, we can stop the fighting, the deaths, the pain everyone has to go though!"
"Don't you dare put me on the spot, Severus Snape!" She tossed a ball of wrapping paper at him. He easily dodged it.
"What the little know-it hasn't gotten anything to say? Somebody call the press!" Severus said, mockingly. Hermione let out a frustrated groan.
"Just get out!" She screamed, "Now! Get out!" Severus stood there, halfway between shock and anger.
"Well, I can't," Severus yelled, "I live here too, if you don't remember." Hermione let out another irritated screech, as she kicked the remaining piles of wrapping paper out of the way.
"I don't fucking care where you go!" She yelled, as she stomped all the way to her room and slammed the door.
"You're just like bloody uncle," Hermione screamed from her room, "always going off to get himself killed!"
I feel sorry for the wrapping paper, don't you? I really want a lemon drop farting gift from Albus too.
Please R&R. I need a new beta!
Here's the URL's I promised.
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