Chapter 7: Ramifications Of Latent Hormones

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Open Street, Midnight, Muggle World...

With her heart pounding thunderously in her chest, Hermione Granger attempted to move as quickly as her legs would carry her given she now understood why Snape had been so adamant about her staying inside the Manor at this time of night. The run in with the death eater Xerius still sent chills down her spine. Snape had not said two words to her since the rather awkward kiss they shared in a bid to appease the other death eater. The bushy haired witch had been fiddling with her hands as she looked at the retreating form of her Potions Professor and future husband Severus Snape. She didn't know what to make of what had been her first kiss, or at least her first kiss with a full grown wizard.

As she walked her young eyes started taking in the contours of Severus Snape's incredibly thin form. He had been rather tall, and his skin quite pale. On the outside he had not been worth noting in appearance as far as many of the girls at school were concerned. His lank raven hair had been down to his shoulders, it impressed her that he had grown it out quite a bit since her first year.

Some days he would have facial hair, others he would cut it indefinitely leaving his face a smooth as a baby's bottom when he so desired. The young witch had been intrigued if that were the proper term for her strange feelings toward this cold and seemingly uncaring man. The way he kissed her suggested he had some experience with witches despite the rumors and tales swirling about Hogwarts that he had never been with a girl in his whole life.

As she watched him walk ahead of her she couldn't help but recall his body being tense as he pressed up against her to kiss her. He seemed to have a good deal of muscle definition beneath his trademark attire despite not appearing to. She supposed it made him inconspicuous to his enemies, with them believing he had been weak and cowardly.

Snape had been silent for the remainder of the walk until they had gotten to a separate ally way.

He suddenly stopped causing a less than attentive Hermione to walk right into him. In an instant, Snape whirled on her and pressed her up against a nearby brick wall to some old muggle shop before they arrived at the cross street for 12 Grimmauld Place.

"I trust that you will forgo any foolish romantic notions about me." he said his voice dripping with coldness. "What happened between the two of us tonight was a one time thing and only because Xerius was sniffing about."

Feeling a bit numb by the chill in the air and the memory of the kiss, Hermione simply nodded without word unable to take her eyes of the Potions Master's pale lips as he spoke. She very vividly recalled them being pressed against her own and it made her heartbeat faster.

Snape proceeded to go about tonight as if nothing ever occurred but that didn't stop the young witch from imagining things that should never have been imagined when it came to the snarky Professor before her.

The Potions Professor let her go as they headed toward the Black family manor and they entered without a further word to one another. Snape descended the steps toward the basement and Hermione made her way up the stairs still reeling from the kiss she shared with the Potions Master.

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Hermione Granger's Bedroom, 12 Grimmauld Place, Muggle World...

The amber eyed witch had been a bundle of nerves as she entered 12 Grimmauld Place. Her mind could not get away from the feeling of Snape's usually cruel pale lips being pressed against her soft pink ones. She could feel his heartbeat through his trademark ebony frock coat. Her heart was beating fast as she made her way toward her own room and flopped down on her bed. Most of the girls had been interested in boys like Harry or men like Lockhart but Hermione had been nursing a small crush on the snarky Potions Professor since her first year when Harry revealed that it had been Snape that tried to save him during their first year.

Since uncovering a good deal about the Potions Master in the wake of her time at Hogwarts and having him as her Professor for much of her adolescence, it was strange to see him as more than just a teacher. She couldn't imagine what it had been like for him, living between two worlds and being stretched thin as a result.

The young witch made her way beneath the covers still slightly terrified by the brief visit from Xerius the death eater and the prospect of becoming Severus Snape's eventual bride. The feeling of his lean form being pressed against her in a manner befitting both protection as well as possession had been strange. She had noted Professor Snape's obvious disliking of the other death eater despite his friendly approach and noted her gratitude to the older wizard for his agreement to protect her from the likes of his former colleagues.

As Hermione's memory of the event became much more vivid now that the shock had worn off. She could have sworn she felt something pressing against her thighs as Professor Snape held her close to him. After a while, she dismissed it and let out a breath she had not known she had been holding as she tried to get some much needed rest following the chaotic events she had to endure as of late. She had been fortunate that her friends had already gone to bed so she could avoid the rapid fire questions that would surely have come had they noted her disappearance and re-emergence with Snape of all people.

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The Basement, 12 Grimmauld Place, Muggle World...

Severus Snape made his way over to his stash of Ogren's Finest. He had been more than a little incensed given that he had reacted to kissing the idiot girl and it was difficult to get the image out of his mind. The last thing he needed was to become physically attached to the bloody girl he was already being forced to marry her at the behest of his current master and employer Albus Dumbledore.

The Potions Master finished off his drink and threw the glass against the nearby wall shattering it effectively in his frustration. He had not been close to a woman in quite some time and the effects of it showed given how easily kissing the idiot girl Hermione Granger had aroused him. He detested the feeling as much as anything else but the imprint of her soft lips being pressed against his pale ones only seemed to linger.

Snape made his way over to his potions collection and pulled out a small phial with light green liquid filling it. He sighed as he uncorked it and quickly downed it relishing the relief of his erection being ended due to the impotency potion. It had been a very fortunate brew of his own making that kept him from having to participate in the dark revels given his impotency.

Voldemort brought the impotent notion hook, line, and sinker.

Moreover, Severus never had a problem with mentoring female students of a mature age due to his lack of arousal in their presence. He knew all too well that he'd have to forgo the potion once he was married to Hermione Granger, as the marriage needed to be consummated.

Turning his attention back to the firewhiskey, Snape attempted get kissing his under aged student off his already troubled mind. He sincerely hoped that she would be wise enough to let this mishap go and move on but somehow, he already knew that with her being a Gryffindor...that was never going to happen.