A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN A WHILE! REALLY SORRY! :( Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! Keep it up!
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Hermione woke up early to the sound someone turning the creaky door knob to her room. Scared, Hermione reached for her wand. Who is it?
The door opened. Loxy walked inside, carrying a pile of neatly folded clothes. "Master gives this to you," she squeaked. "He asked Loxy to draw your bath, Miss."
"Uh, alright," Hermione said, slightly disgruntled at the interruption of her peaceful slumber. Loxy, either not noticing or ignoring Hermione's attitude, went into the bathroom. A few seconds later, Hermione heard the sound of water rushing out of the rusty faucet, into the cracked porcelain tub. She sighed, and fished around her dresser for some clothes. She picked out a slim black linen skirt, a cream blouse, and a pair of chestnut-brown Oxfords.
Loxy appeared again. "Miss may go to wash now," she squeaked politely, and walked out of the room. Hermione undressed, laid down her clothes and a towel, and sunk into the water. She felt... strange. She was sitting naked, in Severus Snape's house, after having sex with him, and becoming his friend. Things are certainly odd now, she thought, and reached for the soap. As she lathered herself, Hermione recalled, with anger, her conversation with Ron. That dunderhead! I still can't believe he did that! I'm going to Owl him, telling him that I'm no longer his girlfriend! She stood up, dried herself up, and slipped into her knickers.
Just then, the door opened, and Snape strode into the room, staring at Hermione. She yelped, and covered herself with her towel.
"Good morning," Snape drawled, looking disappointed at the fact Hermione had covered herself so quickly.
"Get out," Hermione said angrily.
Snape huffed. "Fine, if you say so." He turned and walked into her bedroom.
Hermione was furious. How dare he? She closed the door forcefully, locked it, and proceeded to put on the rest of her clothes in a paranoid manner. Then, she walked out of the room.
Snape was sitting on her bed, absent-mindedly twirling his wand, and looked up.
Hermione let out a deep breath. "Look, if we're going to be friends, you can't walk in on me."
Snape just groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I wasn't trying to, I didn't know you were naked."
Hermione just sputtered. "You could have knocked!"
Snape glared at her. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry for walking in on you. Seriously, calm down."
"Alright, I'm sorry. I'm just slightly moody due to that blasted Ron Weasley. Could I borrow an owl? I have some business to conduct."
Snape got up. "Sure, but let's get some breakfast first." He pressed his hand lightly against the small of her back and led her to the small dining room.
On the round table stood a stout pot of Earl Grey, a basket of warm scones with spreads, and some plates and cutlery.
"Hmm," Hermione hummed, delighted. "This is nice of you." She gleefully sat down and started to cover her scone with lemon curd. Snape just arched his eyebrow at her and poured himself a cup of tea.
"So," Hermione said, her mouth full of scone. "What are we doing today?"
"Well," Snape said, "Today is Saturday, which is typically market day. We're going to go sell some potions at the market."
Hermione nodded. "I would like to get some things as well."
"Why?" Snape asked.
"I left most of my things at my apartment," Hermione said, "But I have no intention of going back." Her cheerful eyes hardened, and her eyebrows furrowed.
Snape frowned. Of course she left her things there. That Weasel probably threw them out already.
They finished the rest of their breakfast in a peaceful silence, and then walked up the the chateau together.
"So," Snape said, "I shall put the potions in different baskets. Then, I shall put them in my car, and drive up to the town.
Hermione was surprised. "You have a car?"
"Of course," Snape said. "Though this is a Wizarding town, many Muggles live nearby. The French Ministry of Magic gives us hell about it."
Hermione laughed. "I didn't know that respectable Professor Snape cussed," she said, good naturally.
Snape smirked. "I guess I always seemed like the greasy, overgrown dungeon bat to you, didn't I?"
"I didn't mean it like that! It's just that you seem to respectable to cuss," Hermione said.
"Miss Granger, I am not a gentleman by any means," Snape said, and chuckled.
Hermione just grinned, and looked away. Wow, Snape is really friendly... And his laugh is very nice. I guess he can be a good person.
Snape interrupted her train of thought. "Miss Granger, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing," Hermione quickly said, as they walked down the stairs to the lab. She certainly did not want Severus Snape to know that she was thinking about him.
As Hermione was putting some vials of Dreamless Sleep into a wicker basket, a small black owl flew into her, causing her to shriek and fall over.
Snape, who was currently labeling a jar, smiled and picked up a piece of parchment from the owl's foot. He read it and sighed.
"What does that say?" Hermione asked, rubbing her stomach.
"Nothing."
"It must say something."
"It is none of your business, Miss Granger."
Hermione wondered what the parchment was about. Why would Snape not want me to know?
The owl got up and gently pecked at fingers while Snape scrawled a reply on the parchment.
"Felix," Snape warned, "Stop that."
Hermione laughed. "It's fine!" She said, stroking his head gently. "Where is your letter going?"
"Britain," Snape said vaguely.
"Good! I would like to write a letter to Britain as well!" Hermione grabbed a sheet of parchment from a nearby shelf and scribble furiously on it. Snape tried to read it, but all he saw was I hate you.
Hermione finished the letter and gently tied it to Felix's claw.
Snape petted Felix. "He'll sleep for right now, and take off tonight." The owl flew off to the roof of the guesthouse.
"Alright," said Hermione, and put the last vial in the basket. Noticing her lips were chapped, she licked them vigorously. "Time to go?" She asked, oblivious to Snape's hungry stare.
"Wait," Snape whispered, his voice husky. He carelessly dropped his basket on the ground, and walked rapidly towards Hermione.
"Wha-" Hermione started to talk, but was cut off by Snape's lips eagerly pushing against hers. She sighed, and kissed him back eagerly. Damn, he's nice, Hermione thought, sliding her tongue into his mouth. I'm in heaven. How could a kiss feel so divine?
Snape let out a moan and pushed her against the cold stone wall, sliding his hands under her shirt and deftly unclasping her bra. Hermione gasped.
"Mmmm," Snape hummed as he cupped one of her breasts tenderly, and gently tweaked the other one.
Hermione was in utter ecstasy, as was Snape. One of his hands sneakily slid down and undid Hermione's skirt buttons. That was the moment Hermione lost her ability to think properly. She let out incoherent groans as Snape's talented fingers touched her clit.
"Tell me what you want, Granger," Snape whispered into her ear.
"Uhh," Hermione mumbled back.
"What?" Snape said, smirking at Hermione.
"I-I want you to touch me," Hermione said, her eyelids fluttering.
"Okay." Snape removed his hand and straightened his hair.
What? Hermione thought, frustrated.
"You never said when to touch you," Snape said, grinning evilly. "Come on. Let's load these into the car." He grabbed two baskets and sauntered out.
Hermione just stood there, her knickers soaked.
A/N: Sorry again for not updating soon. This chapter was going to be longer, but I said, "Nawwww." I'll post the next one really soon. I pinky promise. Anyways, thank you for reading, and please review! ~XOXO leviosadawn00
