Disclaimer: sadly, no harry potter own-age on my part…

Disclaimer: sadly, no harry potter own-age on my part…

"Man, a lot of weird stuff has been happening lately, eh? Hermione being made a teacher, mini Snape showing up, Snape Sr. leaving…what do you reckon is going on, Harry?" Ron asked his friend.

Harry shrugged. "I think you're reading way too much into it, mate."

He was trying to concentrate on his latest Charms assignment, and listening to Ron rant wasn't exactly helping. Still, he wanted to be there for his friend. He just only had so much patience.

"Oh, come on, Harry!" Ron whined. "Something has to be happening! Can you honestly picture Severus Snape, You-Know-Who's right hand man, the man spying on Dumbledore, give up his position as Potions Master, and give it to a student?"

Harry looked at him. "To Hermione? Yes!"

Ron looked away.

"And he wasn't just Voldemort's right hand man, he was spy for the Order, he HAD to pretend to be on Voldemort's side!" Harry told him. "You know that."

Ron's voice got quiet. "She hasn't talked to me all day."

Harry sighed quietly. "She hasn't had time."

"She could have made time!"

Harry stood up. "Ron, I know you're down right now, but blaming Snape isn't going to fix it. Just drop it, ok?" He walked away.

"It'll make me feel better," Ron muttered.

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She could feel the heat coming off her body. Everywhere he touched her tingled. Hermione gasped at he ran the tip of his finger down her inner thigh, then the whole palm back up. He kissed her ear, then her neck, finally making his way to her mouth. As he moved inside her, she called out his name.

"Severus!"

Hermione sat up in her bed. Panting hard, it took her a moment to remember where she was. In the dungeons, in her chambers. Gaining control of her breathing, she rubbed her temples. "Man, these dreams are getting descriptive."

Looking at her bedside clock, she moaned. It was only 2:30 in the morning. She was in for a restless night, if these dreams kept up.

Reaching for her wand, she lightened the room. She walked over to her dresser, picking up the picture she had placed there as soon as she had moved into these chambers. It was of her, Harry, and Ron, from their third year. Everything was less complicated then…except for the whole having to free Harry's godfather, Sirius, and all. She missed him. He had always been kind to her, and he was a strong wizard. A brave man.

She took the photo over to her bed, placing it on her bedside table. Then she got out her parchment and ink, and wrote a brief note. Folding the parchment, she grabbed her wand and a light robe and headed for the owlery.

As she walked up the stairs to the owlery, she couldn't help feeling that someone was behind her. She turned and shone her light behind her, but could see no one. She hurried into the owlery, and found a school owl, and was fastening the note to its leg when she heard a voice behind her.

"I see you had the same idea as me, then?" Severus Jr. said as he took off his invisibility cloak.

Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin. "What are you doing here?"

He stepped forward. "Sending a letter, you?"

Hermione offered a weak smile. "Same."

He stepped closer still. "Who's yours to?"

Hermione looked at the owl perched on her finger. "Harry and Ron. I didn't get to spend any time with them today, and I hardly got a chance to talk with them during their Potions class, seeing as how your father made me teacher and all," she smiled again, noting the striking resemblance between Severus and Jr. "I was just letting them know I'd like to join them for lunch. Who's yours to?" she asked, wondering how many friends he'd made since coming to Hogwarts.

Snape smiled. "Actually, it's to you."

Hermione was surprised and pleased. "Oh," Hermione said. "Well, what does it say? I mean, I'm here now, might as well…"

He shook his finger, advancing two more steps towards her. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait until my owl sends it."

Not really knowing what she was doing, Hermione closed the distance between them. The owl on her finger flew off into the night.

"I'm not a very patient person," she told him, gazing into his eyes as he brushed a strand of curls out of her eyes.

"I think you'll find I'm not either," he said, pressing his lips to hers.

Fireworks exploded inside Hermione's head. Her lips warmed in the cool night as she kissed him back, pressing closer to his body. Heat emanated from both of them as Snape parted her lips and their tongues dueled. She wrapped her fingers in his hair, noting how un-greasy it felt. It was smooth to the touch, as was his skin.

Then she was against the wall of the owlery, and Severus Jr. was kissing her neck. He slowly unknotted the tie of her robe, sliding it off her shoulders. Hermione felt the cold, night air briefly, but it lasted only a second, then she was warmed again with his raining of kisses on her shoulder and collarbone.

Finding her voice, she said tentatively, "Are we moving too fast?"

"Hmm?" he asked her, continuing his kisses south.

"I mean, I just met you a day ago," she said, but then gasped as his lips met her navel.

Snape whispered, "I'm ready if you are. For some reason, I feel like I've known you much, much longer. I feel like I've … wanted this for so much longer than just a day."

Hermione knew she felt the same. She couldn't explain it, but she knew.

She pulled him to his feet, and removed his t-shirt. His baggy clothes hid his body well, but rudely. Muscles rippled across his bare chest as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her arms above her head to relieve her of her top as well.

Sinking to the ground, she unbuckled his belt.