Disclaimer: J.K. ROWLING. (I knew Dumbledore was gay! YES!!)

A/N: Hey there all!!! Thanks for all the reviews! Ahaha... Anyways I would like to say its gonna take a few more chapters till am done... so look out for it. Any critics or whatsoever please do tell me ya!

Somebody quoted about Sirius full name. I know!! LOL It was after I wrote the chapter did I realise he had a very nice initials for a name. LOL!!

Okay so here is the next chapter! Sorry about the delay. I tend to dilly dally with it. heheee...

Chapter 11 : The Discovery

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The next evening, Hermione called upon both Harry and Ron to the library. They knew it was something important, seeing that Hermione was biting on her lower lips and pacing about in front of the fireplace, while the boys were sitting down on the sofa, facing her.

"What's going on, 'Mione?" Ron asked, nibbling on his chocolate frog. Hermione turned to look at them and took in several deep breaths.

"I found out a way to find the cure." she said. Harry and Ron both went quiet for a while.

"Cure? For whom? Snape?" Harry asked. She nodded.

"There is either two ways to find. Either through the author of the book, which is Mr. Jeriard Jo Jamson... or we go find the one Mr. Jeriard was writing about." Hermione paced in front of them again, kneading her fist into the other palm.

"Well... okay then. And who is it? I mean, do you have any information about him...or her?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded again. She grabbed the book from nearby and knelt down in front of them, flipping through the pages.

"I've read the book before... or so I thought. It was after meeting with Professor Dumbledore, who gave me a tip on what to read... like back, front, credits...blah blah blah... and guess what did I come across... this!" Hermione shove the book into both their faces. Harry grabbed the book down to have a better read.

"Interviewed with Mssr. Adam Loahn. Thank you so much for your time," Harry read out. He looked up at Hermione and frowned,"Wait a minute... Mr. Adam Loahn? He was at the Ministry Ball last year, wasn't he?"

"Yes, he was! And listen to this..." Hermione grabbed the book and flipped through a few pages, "...it says here 'Mssr Adam Loahn celebrates his fifty fifth birthday coming fifteen of December.' Now this book was released for around fifty years or so, which means Adam Loahn is probably a Hundred years old! I really have to find Mr. Loahn... I need to find a cure for Severus and if it means that Mr. Loahn has information on what I need, I have better go." Hermione said.

"Well... wait... If you're going... are you going alone??" Ron asked. Hermione shrugged.

"Now, wait... See here. If you think of going alone, you are totally wrong. We are going with you." Harry said.

"But Harry..."

"No buts! Harry is right, 'Mione. We are going with you... and that is final." Ron said.

"That's right... now lets' get some more information about Mr. Loahn... we need to tell Professor Dumbledore about it too and then we can set off on our journey." Harry said, smug smile.

Hermione could only smile her thanks and hugged them. She really loved Ron and Harry. They are like her own brothers and doing such a thing for her really makes her teary eyed. She really felt very lucky having them as her friends.

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It was around three that night; Snape was tossing and turning in his bed. His eyes were wide open no matter how much he tried to close it and go to sleep. Darn, if only he hadn't skip dinner.

Ever since he found out what he could do with his wand, he went to work, trying to find out more things he can do. Hermione laughed at him, telling him that he always hated 'foolish wand waving' and seeing him do magic with a wand was funny yet a little sad for her. She helped him out with all the charms and the swish and flicks of the wrist and he faired out well.

He was busy trying to do magic around him, so caught up with it that he realized he had missed dinner by a few hours. He went downstairs a few minutes after that only to find that there was nothing left in the kitchen. He trotted back upstairs to sleep only to be awakened by his growling stomach.

Snape twisted his pillow on his face, mashing it in and fluffing it back, laying his head on it. He kept his ministrations quiet and as little as he could, not wanting to wake Hermione up, who was sleeping beside him. He turned to his side and stare at Hermione.

She was beautiful. Very beautiful. He didn't know how a beautiful girl such as her could ever care for a man like him. Even though he don't remember much about himself, he could see what he was through the mirror. Tall, lanky, hair that looks like its being greased well, a visible scowl on his face and his teeth were crooked and a little yellowish. And on top of that, he was her ex-potions professor. What was it in him that made her care for him? He frowned and traced a finger on her full lips. Oh, she was really beautiful. He could feel a tingling sensation forming near his navel as he traced his finger lower to her chin, her neck and past her neck. He growled and sat up abruptly, his stomach growling at him.

"Fine... let me go check whether there's anything down there... to eat that is..." He mumbled to himself, sliding out of his bed and tip toed barefooted down the stairs. He poked his head into the library, checking whether anybody was up and when he confirmed there wasn't any, he quickly tip toed into the kitchen.

It was dark but Snape could see his way around by the light shining from the crescent moon. He went on quietly as he can, rummaging through the cabinets, looking for something to munch. He didn't see an empty bottle of firewhisky beside him, causing it to crash onto the ground when he turned abruptly and hit his elbow on it. He winced from the noise and ducked down, waiting for any signs of people waking up from their sleep. When there was none, he took out his wand and pointed to the bottle.

"Reparo..." he whispered and the bottle pieces started to fixed itself back. He placed his wand back into his pocket and looked through the lower cabinets, crouching as low as he can. Finally, he found a jar of cookies in one of the cabinets.

"Ah, finally!..." he said softly, pulling the jar out. He unscrews the top and set it aside. He dugged into the jar, pulled out a cookie and set the jar in front of him. Just as he was about to bite the cookie, the kitchen lights went on. He yelped into the cookie and fell back onto his butt. Both hands behind him to support him up. He turned to the kitchen doorway and saw Harry, Sirius, Ron, Hermione and Remus standing there, wands in their hand, gaping at him. He blinked owlishly at them before giving a smile, cookie in mouth. The four of them stood, blinking at the sight in front of them.

Seeing your ex-Potions Master and Death Eater, smiling innocently on the kitchen floor with a cookie in mouth, shirtless with only black silk pants, hair ruffled up like his late father was too much for Harry. He started to gulped down his giggling and covered his mouth with his left hand. He started to burst into laughter when Ron started to snort and chuckled. Soon Sirius and Remus followed and Hermione was left there giggling at him. Snape merely shrugged and gave a smug look before munching the whole cookie. He wiped his hands on his pants, covered the cookie jar back and set it back into the cabinet. He stood up and ran his hand through his hair.

"Well, that's what we mean by 'Getting caught with a hand in a cookie jar'." Remus said, chuckling again.

"I was... hungry... There wasn't anything else to eat so I went to look for food." Snape said, looking guilty. Hermione shook her head and took a small package from the corner and set it on the table. She waved her wand over it and the package grew bigger. She unwrapped it and threw the paper away, only to find the table filled with some turkey hams, breads and a few more stuffs. Snape felt his stomach growl and he eyed the food longingly.

"Here, I kept this aside for you. I knew you will be hungry so I saved some for you." Hermione said, pulling him down on a chair and handed a plate to him.

"Ah, no wonder there wasn't any food left! I was really hungry, 'Mione." Sirius said, giving her puppy dog looks. Hermione smile and set a few chairs around the table.

"Have a seat then. I knew you would be hungry. You too, Ron. Just sit down and eat guys..." She said, handing plates around the table.

"Aw, Hermione... You know you'll make a great wife." Sirius said, batting his lashes at her.

"Sit down, Sirius..." Hermione smiled.

Sirius gave a whoop and sat down on a chair. Both Snape and Sirius started pulling on the turkey ham, bread and munched their way through. Remus shook his head at their behavior.

"If Severus had his robes on, people would have thought that they were related... probably brothers or something." Hermione could only agree with Remus. Both had black, long hair. Both were tall, lean and lanky. Both were eating as if they were shoved into a cave with no food for a few days. Soon, the rest of them were eating the leftover food Hermione had kept, chatting animatedly and laughing at each others joke.

"I got one..." Ron said, swallowing his piece of bread and swing a gulp of butterbeer,"... what do you get when you find an Aristocrat, Lucius and Draco Malfoy nearby?"

"Erm... I don't know. What?" Harry asked.

"An Aristo-Prat and his son, Aristo-Brat." Ron said, smiling when the occupants around him roared with laughter.

Hermione was still snorting when the laughter died down and she covered her mouth with both her hands, looking mortified. Snape was looking at her with an amused smile on his face. Hermione gave him an innocent, shy smile and look down into her lap. Awww... She is sooo cute! Snape thought to himself. He felt himself blushing and looked down at his lap.

"I got one too. What do you get when you find two blushing people at the table?" Sirius said, leaning forward on an elbow on the table, "You get Hermione and Severus Snape!" Sirius laughed out. The rest soon followed when the said couples were shifting in their seat, blushing even more.

"Okay now, come on guys. It's almost dawn now. Why don't we have a few drinks in the library before retreating back to our rooms?" Remus said, getting up from his chair and levitating the plates into the sink. The rest of them got up too and walked out of the door except for Hermione. Snape stopped midway and turned to see her started filling the sink up and tying her hair back into a loose bun, soaping the plates.

"Aren't you going to bed yet?" He asked. Hermione did not turn but smile as she soaks the plates into the sink.

"No, I had better clean this up first. You can go to sleep if you want to."

Snape frowned and gave a small pout. He really wanted to go back to bed with Hermione. After all, he had his energy back after the food and he really wanted to have a little... 'night time activity'. He walked slowly towards Hermione, her back still facing him. Hermione was still soaking the plates when she felt two hands on her hips, rubbing up and down slowly. She let a shiver run down her spine and smiled. Snape leaned forward to graze his lips on her ear, smirking when she shivered again.

"Let me rephrase that... Aren't you going to..." he nipped on her ear... "...bed... yet?"

Oh, the voice. The voice that can melt metal into liquid. Hermione shivered again before grinning. She turned to face Snape and ran her palms up his bare chest, wrapped around his neck and pull his head down for a kiss. Snape leaned forward and attacked her mouth with fervent need, sucking on her tongue, feeling her hands rubbing his back as he pulled on her waist, closing any gaps between them. They went on snogging, the soapy plates forgotten behind Hermione, hands busy trying to find skin under clothes, peeling clothes off each other.

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Sirius wanted to get himself a bottle of butterbeer from the kitchen. He didn't know why but it seemed as if somebody had cursed him to find Snape and Hermione half naked, snogging everywhere he turned. He stood still at the doorway for a few seconds, staring at the scene playing in front of him, before going back out towards the library. He walked zombiely passed the three of the occupants and sat down on his chair, staring straight into the fireplace.

"Sirius? What's wrong? You said you were going to get your butterbeer. Where is it?" Remus asked.

"What will you find if you go into the kitchen now?" Sirius asked, still staring at the fireplace. Ron, Harry and Remus glanced at each other before back at him, confused.

"Two Boggarts..." Sirius said. Three of them stood up abruptly.

"What?? Boggarts??? What type??" Remus asked.

"The worse...Your worst fear will come true..." Sirius said. The three of them ran out of the library, wands in hand, leaving Sirius alone. A few minutes later, the three of them walked back into the library, clearing their throats and their cheeks flushed. They sat back down on their chairs and kept quiet for a while.

"Yes... those are..." Remus coughed a little, "... two very... very interesting Boggarts."

"Yea... I have to agree on that. My fears really did come true..." Ron said, wide eyed.

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