Chapter 10: The Undocumented Side Effects Of Drink And Pain Potion

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

Still reeling from her recent encounter with her future husband, Hermione had been stretched out in the center of her bed with a book akin to a dairy in her hands. She had been unable to tell anyone about her encounters with Professor Snape, let alone her impending marriage to the wizard so she kept her thoughts on paper for the purpose of dealing with them for the time being. The kiss she shared with him, her first by her count had been lingering in her mind despite his apparent advice for her to get over herself.

She had been so busy going into vivid details of the strange encounter that she had not noticed Severus Snape had appeared at her door. He moved with all the swiftness and apparent silence of a large cat stalking his prey. He waved his hand ensuring they wouldn't be happened upon for things to be vastly blown out of proportion he simply wished for the witch to know that he did not appreciate her increasing habit of invading his privacy.

The obsidian eyes of the Potions Master flickered with something without name as he watched her, innocent and girlish as she wrote in what appeared to be her diary. He could only imagine what gushing sickness she scribbled within the confines of the elegantly decorated books' pages. It had been a nauseating color expected of a giggly school girl and very much to her taste it appeared.

"Miss Granger." said Snape valiantly resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

The girl seemed more into what she had been writing to notice his presence.

"Miss Granger." said Snape once more losing the thin veil of patience he had attempted to hold on to.

Hermione still seemed preoccupied with her scribbling.

Finally fed up with being second fiddle to a book, Snape waved his hand and summoned the diary to him.

Almost immediately the book leapt from her grasp and into his long pale fingers.

The shaken witch had been stunned seeing Snape in her bedroom of all the other places within the Black household.

"P-Professor Snape what...what are you doing here?" she asked nearly leaping from the bed.

Snape offered a vindictive smirk as he noted her uneasiness.

"Isn't it amusing having the shoe on the other foot for a change?" he asked as she got up off the bed. "You were so keen on invading my personal space as often as you pleased I figured I'd return the favor."

"Point taken Professor, message received." she said in a rather anxious tone.

Snape delighted in the little witch's distress, it was only a fraction of what this farce of an impending marriage was causing him but it still amused him.

"Professor I need my book back please." said Hermione half willing to meet his flickering obsidian eyes.

Snape turned the book over and opened it skimming through the pages. Hermione had felt the intense node of panic fill her.

"As if I needed this stupid book to discover your nauseating infatuation for me." he said rolling his eyes. He threw it onto the bed and walked rather boldly up to her. "Only a stupid child that had not yet lived would romanticize an act committed out of necessity."

"Well how am I suppose to feel about it you big greasy git." she fired back in defense of her feelings. "It was my first kiss."

"Are you waiting for me to feel sorry for you?" he asked with an arched brow.

"No." replied Hermione folding her arms across her chest. "But perhaps Dumbledore would like to hear my little story."

Snape's eyes widened.

"You wouldn't dare." he said as if ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

"Give me a real first kiss right now or I'll tell him about your obnoxious behavior in the basement." said the determined witch.

"I will not be blackmailed by a student let alone an irritating Gryffindor." he replied.

"Whatever you say Professor." she replied. "Perhaps Mrs. Weasley would like to know a bit about what's happened."

Snape narrowed his eyes at the cheeky little chit.

"I am in no means cowing to your idiotic demands, I am simply trying to save myself the headache of having to explain what happened to The Headmaster should you go shooting your pretty little mouth off and giving our mutual acquaintances the wrong idea." he said bitterly.

"I'm sure I won't have to mention your dependence upon firewhiskey while in the presence of minors." added Hermione for good measure.

"You and Albus are two of a kind it seems." he replied still apparently bitter.

Snape walked over toward the annoying little witch and scooped her up into his arms. He had hoped at the very least to shock her into submission but she seemed undeterred.

The Potions Professor pressed his notoriously pale lips into her soft pink ones. The effect of had not been what either one of them expected as they had not noticed they were kissing for far longer than initially intended. Hermione felt light headed as she pulled back from the wizard unable to get her thoughts in order.

Snape simply wiped his mouth and glared down at her.

"That you idiot girl is as far as this goes." he said still evidently bitter about the whole exchange.

Hermione nodded numbly as he fled the room.

There had been no denying the possibly of attraction between the two of them given their combative nature.

Snape had wanted to be as far away from the little chit as he could possibly get given her nerve. It was a wonder he didn't hex her altogether. He made his way down the stairs and into the entrance hall where he took off leaving the girl alone in the house without regard for her apparent safety. His mind had been racing and the effects of the firewhiskey in his veins in combination with the pain potion only intensified his warring emotions.

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

Severus Snape came bursting back into her bedroom after being gone for two hours and stinking of more firewhiskey. He collapsed onto his backside as she glared at him through tear stained eyes.

"You miserably git." she said angrily. "How dare you leave me in here alone with that thing on the wall hissing all sorts of undesirable things."

Snape chuckled at this.

"You look quite fetching when you're all red with anger and your hands are on your hips." he said apparently amused.

Hermione couldn't believe it.

"Professor are you feeling alright?" she asked like so many times before.

"Never better." replied Snape as per the usual.

"You're drunk aren't you?" asked the witch unsure of what to make of her Potions Professor's current condition.

"I prefer to think of it as self-punishment." he replied.

"Why would you want to punish yourself sir?" she asked with concern.

"How little you know of this world...silly girl." he replied looking up at the ceiling and falling onto his back.

The annoyed witch watched her future husband lying on his back on her bedroom floor.

"You know you never did tell me why or how long you've been celibate." she said glaring down at the downed wizard.

"I believe we've discussed minding our own business." he said.

"That was before you kissed me and left me for two hours to get drunk." replied Hermione with her arms folded across her chest.

Snape rolled his eyes.

"What the fuck do I care anymore...my life was never my own." he muttered. "I haven't been with a woman muggle or witch in years."

"Define years." replied Hermione knowing Slytherins were keen on avoiding details.

"November 22nd 1976." replied Snape glaring at the ceiling. "I was sixteen at the time and the witch I had the displeasure of being with sought other prospects following our brief encounter."

Hermione's eyes widened.

"S-So you're no more experienced than I am." she said seemingly pleased by this news.

"At least I've done it." replied Snape bitterly. "It's more than I can say for any of you lot."

"Did she love you?" asked Hermione inquisitive as always.

"I believed as much at the time." replied Snape with an exhausted sigh. "As it turned out I was merely a practice device for whom she truly wanted."

"I'm sorry to hear that Professor." said Hermione noting the hidden sadness behind his tone.

Snape waved off her sympathy.

"I don't need you to feel sorry for me Granger." he hissed. "Such is what's become of my life...I've become accustomed to it by now."

"But that was different Professor, she was the first girl you've ever been with." said the amber eyed witch feeling rage build for whomever it was that had hurt him so deeply.

"Love isn't for everyone." he said sitting up and meeting her gaze. "The sooner you learn that the better off you'll be."

"I don't believe that Sir." she replied.

"Of course not." he scoffed. "You live in a world of romanticized views as per your girlish nature."

"Everyone deserves love." said Hermione.

Snape rolled his eyes as he got to his feet.

"I'll be sure to relay that message to the dark lord the next time he calls for me." he replied. "Until then...enjoy your delusions while they last...so few of us can still taste the air of innocence in this day and age."

With that he made his way back down into the darkness of the basement just as the house became filled once more with smiling faces and idle chatting. In the midst of it all Hermione's mind kept wondering back to the condition of the wizard whom had barricaded himself into the depths of the manor where there had not been a single notion of laughter.