Another chapter! Huzzah. Took me forever to get this out. Explaination below. And this chapter is dedicated to Bea mendes who made the awesomest picture thingy for it but I just haven't posted the link for it on my profile yet because I am living in a sea of chaos….
And as usual I do not Own anything you recognize, If I did I would be vacationing somewhere in the south of france and not here at work trying to find something decent to watch on basic cable…
It had been a lovely dream and even being the early riser that she was Hermione would have been happy to crawl back under her blanket and sleep for a few hours. The dream and the slight hangover she had from all the wine the night before made her bed seem very inviting. Maybe if I fall back asleep I could see whose face belonged to that body in my dream… She thought to herself stretching tiredly on her bed. He seemed so familiar, I just can't place it. No matter I should go start breakfast before Severus wakes up, maybe I can get a hangover potion from him.
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He had just turned off the Fawcett and stood dripping and freezing cold leaning against the tile wall. Pushing his hair out of his face he wrapped a towel around his waist and reached for his clothes only to realize that he hadn't remembered to bring any in with him. I can only pray to god she isn't awake yet. He thought to himself as he tightened his towel and ventured from the bathroom, and as he came upon her leaving her own room he could only wonder how many times this god would turn his back on his prayers.
She wasn't wearing the shorts, no; the world hated Severus Snape that much. In comparison the shorts would have been considered almost modest. She was wearing pants; white and light blue striped linen pants that sat low on her hips allowing the lace of her pink knickers peaking just above the too loose drawstring. Her top was the problem, for one it was much too short and cut much too low, revealing far too much pale skin and not enough of its blue knit fabric.
Her wild hair and the rose blush that overtook her did little to help the situation and he found himself staring at her intensely. He could almost pretend that the blush and sudden vacant look in her eyes was appreciation for his body. Not that he would ever delude himself to believe it. He bore so many scars from a vengeful master that he thought no woman would look at him without medical necessity.
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Her eyes glazed over when she saw him and she felt slightly short of breath. He stood at the end of the hall in one of the thin bath towels, holding it tightly on one side to prevent it from falling. His body was lean with a subtle definition of muscle. She took in his pale skin and counted the scars that marred his skin, one under his ribs on the right side, a deep gouge on the left side of his chest and a scar that looked like a third degree burn that seemed to wrap around his right hip. Standing out the most was the thick black lines of the dark tattoo that marked his skin and ruled his life.
She realized she had been staring at him and blushed even deeper biting her lip to keep her thoughts outside of his towel.
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There was almost his undoing, her looking him over and biting her lip; he knew he had to take control of the situation and soon. He quickly weighed his options and after deciding that dragging her into his room and ripping her clothes of would probably be a bad Idea he settled on just snapping at her and hoping she remember that he was a snarky bastard.
"Mrs. Granger do you not own any clothing or do you simply always run around in little more than undergarments?" he snapped as he moved down the hall to his room.
"It's Hermione, and your one to talk." She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall by his door. "All that stands between you and the world is a painfully thin towel."
"You sound upset," he said smirking, determined to be rid of her before the state of affairs got worse. "I could remedy the situation if you desire." She blushed but didn't run as he had anticipated instead she rolled her eyes and stood in his doorway blocking him from closing it on her.
"You're not going to get rid of me that easily." She said crossing into his room and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'll make this quick, I need a hangover potion or at the very least a headache potion."
"Determined little Gryffindor aren't you?" He growled as he walked over to the wardrobe and flung it open. He grabbed a hangover potion from the shelf and handed it to her trying not to think about the fact she was sitting on his bed, the bed where he was having rather inappropriate dreams about her that very morning.
"Oh! Thank you!" she said, quickly unscrewing the lid and downing the potion and sighing in relief. "You're a life saver Severus." She said smiling at him.
Severus however did not smile back; his patience was wearing almost as thin as his towel, he growled audibly and said, "In case it has escaped your attention I am still unclothed so unless you plan on expressing your gratitude naked in my bed I suggest you leave so I can make myself decent!"
She blushed crimson but said cheekily, "Maybe some other time Severus." She got up and walked out of the room calling as she went, "I'll make breakfast. How does bangers and mash sound?"
I'm done for. Severus sighed as he pulled his pants on and lay back on the bed. Doomed to a life of cold showers and firewhiskey until this war is over and I can ship her back to the Weasleys. He grabbed the nearest T-shirt and pulled it over his head, pleased to note that it was his favorite, a threadbare black Pink Floyd T-shirt he'd picked up an a muggle resale shop in his early twenties. Running his fingers through his hair he sighed and ventured out of his room.
Follow the sounds and smells to the kitchen he paused in the doorway to see Hermione standing in front of the stove absent mindedly rolling the sausages back and forth with a wooden spoon chewing on her bottom lip.
He took a step into the kitchen and the floor squeaked alerting Hermione to his presence, she gave a small start and smiled at him. "So does this mean you're decent?" she grinned pointing her spoon at his attire.
Severus smirked "My dear Hermione, I'm sure you had realized I am never decent." She giggled and turned back to the stove.
A few moments passed in silence while she plated breakfast and he poured two cups of tea and they settled down at the table to eat. "So do you have any plans for today?" Hermione asked stirring some sugar into her tea.
"Get drunk?" Severus said blithely "Read a book, I suppose." He looked over at her and sipped his tea, before continuing. "Might I inquire why you're …inquiring?" he finished lamely causing her to giggle again.
"I'm just a little tired of reading," he feigned shock and she glared at him before continuing. "I was just wondering if there was something else to do, perhaps If you had planned to do any brewing I could assist or something." She smiled hopefully.
"I suppose getting drunk isn't the answer you were looking for then is it." He asked with a half smile. She shook her head and laughed. "Well I didn't plan to do any brewing today but I do have a television running around here and one of those VZRs. We could watch a motion picture." Hermione began laughing, choked on her tea and began coughing for a moment before continuing to laugh until tears leaked from the corner of her eyes.
"I'm sorry Severus," she said gasping for breath. He looked slightly stunned at her outburst and sat staring at her with an expression that clearly said he worried for her sanity. "It's just the way you said it was funny that's all. For starters we call them VCRs and no one says motion picture, their movies. And how on earth did you come to own a telly?" she said finally calming down and catching her breath.
"I'll give you one guess." He said chuckling and leaning back in his chair. Hermione smiled with realization and asked "Dumbledore?" To which Snape responded by nodding.
"It's in the basement, we can bring it up after breakfast. "
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"It might be over there in the corner." Severus said pointing over the sea of boxes old furniture. Hermione simply stood wide eyed taking in the piles with barely a crawl space between them.
"Severus how did all this stuff come to be in your basement?" she said squeezing her way between dress makers dummy and a large mirror. "I never figured you to be a packrat."
"Ugh don't say rat it makes me think of Pettigrew." Severus said wrinkling his nose. "and I'm not, the furniture was my mothers, and some of the boxes are her belongings. Some of the boxes are mine from my youth and the rest I threw done here when my father died and I inherited the house. His stuff I don't plan to keep but I can't stand to look at it long enough to burn it yet. "
"Oh," she said simply as she stumbled over the hem of a robe that lay in the narrow path way.
"You want to ask me a thousand questions don't you?" he said smirking, "start looking inside the boxes for some of those cassette tape things." He added before opening another box and peering in it.
"No, I simply said 'oh' a noncommittal noise to show interest in conversation, how do you construe that I want to ask a thousand questions based on a sound?" she huffed and opened the box on front of her, it held sewing patterns neatly stacked inside the ox so she closed it again before moving it to the side.
"I taught you for six years, if anyone can tell when you want to ask a question it's me."
"Ok, yes I had questions but I don't want to pry, how hard is that to believe." She said growling slightly as she opened the next box this one filled with pictures she was about to close it up when the one on top caught her eye. It was a muggle photo and she lifted it out of the box for a closer look.
"Yes as a matter a fact it is hard to believe" he said chuckling. He noticed she didn't respond and looked up from his box to see her gaping at a picture, his eyes flicked from her to the box and he groaned and said, "Please tell me that isn't what I think it is…"
"What do you think it is?" she said grinning from ear to ear. Severus lunged for it but she backed away quickly holding the picture out of his reach. "What is so important about this little picture?" she said backing away from the Advancing slytherin.
"It's not what it looks like," lunging again. "It was a costume, it was the 70's "He lunged once more causing Hermione to squeal and bolt up the stairs.
"You seem to have a lot of excuses for wearing lipstick and a corset!" she yelled as she ran up the stairs squealing again when he almost caught her. She ran in to the nearest room and tried to shut the door but he was too quick for her so she found herself backed into the corner by his wardrobe. Thinking quickly she shoved the photo down the front of her tank top and folded her arms with a triumphant grin.
"Just give me the photo and I won't obliviate you!" Snape said stepping forward with his best menacing glare on his face. "We'll never speak of this again and we can go on about our lives, right Hermione?" He stood two steps away from her with his hand extended waiting for the photo he knew she wasn't giving up without a fight.
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As soon as she saw the photo she knew she couldn't rest until she found out the story behind it, in it was a teenage Snape wearing a long black cape fishnets and a corset and four inch platform heals. His face was painted with thick makeup, heavy eye shadow and dark maroon lips framed by carefully curled black hair. In Hermione's opinion the look was rather sexy, very sensual.
A girl stood next to him in a white bra and panties and a ripped white silk slip. Her vivid red hair half pinned back and her outfit completed with prim white Mary Janes, her outfit a stark contrast to the darkness of Severus' costume. She looked slightly familiar but Hermione couldn't place the beautiful red head in the picture.
"So how much did you have to drink before this picture was taken?" Hermione said audaciously, "I need to know so I know when to cut you off." She laughed and shrieked when he took another step forward.
"Either give me the photo or I'll get it myself, I'm serious Hermione." He took another half step forward and she squealed again; tightening her arms over the picture.
"Just tell me how you came to be dressed like that and I'll give it back." She said holding out one hand timidly to close the deal.
"And never speak of it again?" Severus ask regarding her warily as he reached out and took her hand.
"Sorry, can't promise that!" she giggled, shrieking as he pulled her forward and locked his arms around her.
"Then no deal!" he said breathlessly as she attempted to wiggle out of his grasp. He lost his footing as she squirmed and they fell onto Severus's bed, with Hermione Slightly under him. "Now last chance, either give me the photo or I'll get it myself."
"Never!" Hermione shrieked and tried to wiggle away laughing. A smile was plastered over Severus's face without him even noticing it. He knew in the back of his mind he was getting in too deep, but the soft figure giggling and squirming beneath him made it very difficult to heed the warning alarms blaring in his mind.
He smirked and placed his hand flat against the smooth expanse of exposed skin, his fingers pointed towards the hem of her shirt. She immediately stopped wiggling and stared into his eyes, the expression on her face clearly saying 'I'm not gonna give'.
He matched her in stubbornness, each waiting for the other to cry uncle. He slid his hand forward an inch, the hem of her tank top covered his fingertips. She smirked in reply to his advance and he slid his hand forward until he felt the satin edge of her bra. Thank Merlin she's wearing that! He thought with relief.
She gasped softy when his soft skin slid over the sensitive flesh over his ribs and lightly touched the edge of her bra. They both were breathing slightly heavier than usual, Severus's usual composure long since forgotten. It was Crookshanks jumping onto the bed that brought Severus back to himself.
"Hermione, I'm sorry, I forgot myself." Severus said rolling off of the young witch. To his surprise before he had a chance to sit up Hermione had pinned him back to the bed.
"In for a Penny in for pound Severus." She said slightly breathlessly. She slid her long fingers into his silky raven hair, and Severus felt his heart beat a rapid tattoo that practically broke his chest. Every warning in his head went off but was quickly silenced as her soft lips pressed into his own. His mind was a sea of blissful nothingness, Firewhiskey could never compare with it.
In for a penny in for a pound, thought to himself as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. Running his hand up her back and into her wild tangle of curls he gave her only a momentary gasp for air before he crushed his lips into hers with fervor.
Well I hope I didn't bring the smoochies in to early.
Sorry for taking so long with this, things have been insane here. First my Sister in law told us her mom attacked her with a ice pick and stabbed her, then my mom, (who works at the same job I do) got fired, so I'm all kinds of in the middle of that mess but trying to keep out of it because I love my job. (Boss man is worried me and his other three employees are gonna walk out on him now…its just me, my hubs, and my sister, so I can see why he'd think that.) then come to find out my sister in law didn't get attacked with an ice pick she just made it up and filed a false police report….sooooo yup insanity. Plus were gearing up for an ice storm and my daughter is teething. Oh joy.
So please review and tell me what you thought of this I need some joy in my otherwise craptastic existence.