A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #7 Gardening Task #4: Grow what you like: Write about your OTP.

Warning: some sexual langauge

Word Count: 807

"I know what you're thinking Miss Granger."

"Yes, I kind of figured you did, you do read minds after all."

"Legimens is more that just reading minds, Miss Granger. The mind is not a book to opened and read at will."

"Close enough. You know what I'm thinking at the moment, you know I'm thinking about you wearing-"

"That is enough, Miss Granger. Do I need to remind you that you are my student and I am your teacher."

"You haven't been my teacher in years, sir. I graduated, took an apprenticeship with Professor Flitwick and next year, I'll be taking his place so he can retire in peace. I am no longer your student and it would do you well to remember that when you rifle through my mind!"

"I am not rifling through your mind. You are projecting those thoughts loud enough for anyone to hear."

"Then tell me, sir, why are you the only one standing here pitching a tent in his robes?"

"I- I am-"

"Doing nothing of the sort? So then you've dropped a potion flask from your pocket then?"

"Miss Granger."

"You're the one who went into my thoughts uninvited, sir. I'm not responsible for what you found. I mean, I think I'm allowed to think about whomever I want, in whatever state of undress, in my own private thoughts?"

"Dammit, witch! You are doing this on purpose."

"Can you prove that, sir? Can you prove that you haven't been thinking about me? That you haven't been thinking about me in the prefects' bath naked, covered only in large purple bubbles?"

"That is my private thought!"

"Exactly. So why do I know it?"

"Even the Dark Lord couldn't read my thoughts."

"I know, that means there's something else here, something deeper than either of us realized. I did a bit of research when I started having your thoughts about me in my head. I enjoyed them, sir, if it counts for anything. Have you ever heard of the concept of soulmates?"

"It's rubbish and poppycock."

"And it would explain our connection, the one that started the day I turned eighteen."

"Interesting, Miss Granger. And what else did your studies about soulmates tell you? Did they tell you that no one has claimed to have a soulmate in nearly a century?"

"Fine, if it's not that, then it could a connection formed a different way, maybe past lives, or something we did by accident. Maybe I shouldn't have saved your life after that ghastly snake bit you."

"That was you?"

"Yes, I swore Madame Pomfrey to secrecy. Last thing I wanted was you being furious that I didn't let you die."

"I... I never planned to survive the war. I owe you a life debt, something the magical world has never taken lightly."

"Is that why we're connected then, figures. Although, I don't mind as much as I did in the beginning, some of your ideas... some of the bedroom ideas are quite...interesting, sir."

"Miss Granger."

"Hermione. I am to be your equal in a year. I do not see you calling the other professors by their surnames."

"That is an excellent point. I had not thought about that. Very well, Hermione. You may address me as Severus. I think, we should do a bit more research about this bond we've created, I have a feeling there is more to it than we realize."

"I agree. Ron tried kissing me and was electrocuted. Not that I mind, I didn't want to kiss him in the first place."

"Then it goes beyond just our thoughts, it is a legitimate soulmate bond, a life bond created by your acts. Do you realize what this means?"

"It means for all purposes, we're married to each other, doesn't it, sir?"

"Yes. I am terribly sorry you saved me, Hermione and put yourself in this position without realizing the consequences."

"Even knowing what I know now, I'd do the same thing. You deserve a second chance, someone who loves you, and someone who enjoys thinking about you wearing-"

"You are not mad, not screaming at me, trying to figure out a way to break this bond?"

"No, it might just be because of the bond, but I do love you, Severus and I think, once you stop thinking about me as a student, you'll feel the same."

"And how do you propose we do that?"

"Simple, we start dating. Let's grab a cup of coffee this weekend, together. We'll sit, talk, learn about the other and put our ideas of who we were in the past behind us?"

"You are brilliant, Hermione. That might work, or I might hate you."

"Only one way to find out, sir."

"Madame Puddifoot's?"

"Sounds good, how about noonish, I believe we both have free time then?"

"Very well, noonish it is."