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Chapter 2
"Miss Granger," Snape started nervously,"What are you doing here?" Panicked at his stunned expression, Hermione stuttered, "I, uh, was, uh, looking for some Ashwinder eggs during my vacation, and then, uh, it started to rain, so I thought maybe I could stay here for the night, since I'm soaked, and, well, I'd rather not sleep in a storm, and I'm sort of-" She realized that she was rambling, and abruptly stopped. Raking one of her hands through her dark, wet hair, she looked up at Snape through her eyelashes as if to say 'I'm sorry. Please let me stay.'
To Hermione's surprise, Snape gave her a small smirk, and replied, "Well Miss Granger, of course you may stay here. I'm just surprised you managed to find me, when I tried to hide from the Wizarding World in Britain. Alas, I've been unsuccessful. Do step inside, you seem quite miserable." Hermione, trodding carefully, stepped through the door and looked up at the high ceilinged entry way. She wondered how he managed to acquire such a beautiful house. She also wondered why he was being so nice to her. Wouldn't Snape try to send me away, or scare me off? Why did he smile? I didn't even know he was capable of smiling.
Snape looked at her and said, "So, Miss Granger, you have landed yourself in an interesting predicament. However, before you question why I'm here and why I'm dressed in Muggle clothing, I suggest you take a bath. That would do you a lot of good." Hermione fervently nodded and said, "Thank you, Professor." Snape gave a dark chuckle. "Miss Granger, you may drop the formality. I am no longer a teacher, and you are no longer a student." Hermione was even more surprised now. "Yes, Prof-Mr. Snape," she murmured.
"Loxy!" Snape yelled, apparently to no one. POP! A towel toga clad house elf appeared, and gazed obediently at her master. "Take Miss Granger to the lavender room bathroom, and transfigure some of my robes into suitable clothing for her," Snape drawled. "Yes, Master," the house elf squeaked, "Shall I be preparing food for her too?"
"That would be nice," Hermione hesitantly muttered. Snape gave her an amused look, and said, "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you Loxy. Go ahead and take her." The house elf looked at Hermione, and Hermione followed Loxy up a flight of stairs. Snape looked at her retreating form, and sighed quietly. It was obvious that Hermione Granger was no longer a little girl. She had grown up, and become a charming woman. Her frizzy hair from her pubescent years had been tamed into manageable waves, and she was no longer a skinny twig. He noticed everything she had accidentally revealed wearing a wet, tight shirt. She had grown curves, and actually became enticing. Snape groaned, and thought of all the possibilities Hermione had brought. Grimacing, Snape walked back to his study, his erection straining uncomfortably against his trousers.
Hermione looked around as she followed the little house elf. The hallways were adorned with non moving portraits, and Muggle statues. She was sure that the previous owner of the house was a Muggle.
"Miss, we is here," the house elf proclaimed, as they entered a large bathroom. "Undress and bathe, Miss. Loxy shall lay out Miss's clothes and dinner." After these words, the house elf disapparated. Hermione sighed, and started peeling off her clothes. Tonight has certainly been unusual, she thought. Turning the ivory knobs of the bath, she cautiously lowered herself into the warm, bubbling water. She groaned, and closed her eyes. The water felt wonderful. Opening her eyes, she spotted some shampoo and soap. She smiled and lathered herself slowly. Who would have known that Snape would be thoughtful? She chuckled and rinsed herself off. Standing up, she grabbed a fluffy towel next to a neatly transfigured skirt and blouse. As she dried off, she noticed there were no knickers or a bra. Oh well. She dressed, and walked out the door. She had walked into a large, pale purple bedroom, with a massive canopy bed and two shelves of books. On a small table, there was a silver tray with a bowl of steaming potato soup. Stomach growling, she eagerly ate it all.
Meanwhile, Snape was itching to satisfy a more... carnal hunger. I shall not lose control like a teenage dolt. I shall not become a hormonal dunderhead. Snape repeated these words in his head, hoping to lose his boner. He did not succeed. Sighing, he unzipped his trousers, and took matters into his own hands.
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