Friday, October 27th, 1995
"Are you excited for Halloween?" Ron sat next to Hermione at the dinner table in the great hall.
"I guess," Hermione took a bite of her toast and stared at her book.
"I don't understand why you don't like Halloween, 'Mione, it's just rubbish," Ron said.
"That is for me to know and you to never find out, Ronald," Hermione rolled her tongue and took another bite of her toast. Hermione was still on edge since she wasn't able to find her sketchbook. She had searched and searched for hours for that sketchbook. Not finding it made her wonder if someone found it and if they are waiting for the right moment. The right moment to make fun of her or worse show Professor Snape. She would be so embarrassed to look at him ever again. And how would he feel about her? Would he show Dumbledore these explicit drawings and tell him to expel her?
She stood up from the table and made her way out of the great hall. She didn't want to be around Ron when he started to talk about Halloween. Hermione made her way down to the dungeons for her detention/ assisting Professor Snape. She wondered if he would be there since he was not in class to teach. She hadn't got an owl from him so she knew it would be best to just go.
She got to the potions classroom and knocked on the door. She waited patiently for him to tell her to enter. Nothing. Knocking again she decided to just open the door. To her surprise, Professor Snape was in his chair with his feet up, asleep. She smiled slightly as she watched him sleep. Hermione noticed his arm was in a sling and he had a cut going across his face. She wondered what happened.
"I can hear you breathing," he said with venom as he opened his eyes to see the Gryffindor girl staring at him.
"Sorry, sir," she said, "I just let myself in since you didn't answer."
"What time is it?" he yawned and looked at Hermione.
"It is seven in the evening, sir," she said.
"Great," he paused, "Since you are here you can help me," he stood up slowly, walked past her, and to his office. "Follow me," he said as he pushed his office door in. She was hesitant she stopped outside his office.
"What are you waiting for?" He gestured for her to come in. She gulped as she saw him stop at the other door in his office. He whispered something at the door but she didn't catch what he said. "What do you need help with?" Hermione said as she followed him. They entered a small hallway and to another door that he whispered into again. "My private chambers," he said as he pushed the door open.
Hermione heart started to beat quicker when she stepped into his private quarters. There was an emerald green couch with an ottoman and to the right, there was a small kitchen. Looking around more she could see there was a wall covered with books from head to toe. As she looked past the books she noticed two doors. She assumed they were his bedroom and his bathroom. "Stop gawking and come here," he was sitting on his couch and had out a first aid kid.
"What do you need me to do?" Hermione was confused.
"I need you to put some of that ointment onto the cut on my face and my arm needs to be re-bandaged," she walked over slowly to him as his eyes tracked her every move. She sat down slowly next to him and took a big gulp. "By the time you get it changed I will be one hundred years old, Miss Granger," he spat. Hermione was nervous to be so close to him and to be in his private chambers. "Would you like me to get someone else for you then, Professor Snape?" She retorted back.
"No," he paused, "Dumbledore is not here and Minerva would have a fit," she brought her hands up to his face but he flinched back.
"If you don't hold still I cannot help you," she said as he moved his face closer to her. She took a deep breath and one hand on top of his head to hold him steady. His hair was soft and not at all greasy as people have said. He closed his eyes and his mouth slightly went ajar. She smiled as she dotted some ointment onto his face. It was a long cut on the face, it was about as long as three inches. "How come you aren't using magic to help heal you?"
He cleared his throat and opened his eyes. Hermione didn't look him in the face but kept staring at the cut. "Healing magic does not work on dark magic," his eyes darted down like he was disappointed.
"Dark magic?" Hermione asked.
"The Dark Lord," he lifted his head up and at that moment she had seen him at his most vulnerable. She had never gotten so much out of him before. Maybe being around him during detention and being his assistant had gotten him out of his comfort zone.
"Done," she said as she put down the swab. "Let me see your arm."
Professor Snape cleared his throat and looked at Hermione. Severus didn't plan this through very well. He knew he would have to take off his shirt and expose his forearm to her. The forearm had his dark mark on it, but he couldn't do it himself. He couldn't go to Minnie or anyone for that matter. He didn't know why he had asked Miss Granger to help him. "Okay," she stood up and helped him get the sling off his arm. "Is it broken?"
He nodded and bit his lip as he put his arm back down on his abdomen. Hermione walked back to the couch and sat down. He looked at his sleeve in silence and started to rotate his head back and forth.
"How can I help you?" Hermione asked.
"I need help with the buttons," he said. She knew he wasn't happy about this.
"Can we use magic?"
He nodded, and Hermione grabbed her wand out of her boot. She cast a spell that unbuttoned all of his frocks showing that he had a white button-up underneath. It felt strange for Hermione to see her Professor in something other than black. White looked good on him, she thought. "Stop thinking about nonsense and help me," he said.
She nodded and started to roll up his sleeve slowly. "Wait," he paused, "There's something on that forearm that may shock you or frighten you," he didn't know why he wanted to warn her but he felt the need to.
"I know," Hermione said as she rolled his sleeve up more. There were scars all over his arm and deep cuts. The thing that took up most of his forearm was the dark mark. She gulped as she looked at his arm. She hadn't ever seen a dark mark up close. "Don't touch the dark mark," he said, "just go around it."
She nodded and started to do the same thing she did to his face. His arms were soft but hairy. Black hair just like the top of his head. She wondered how hair he was but kept a focused face on the ointment.
"What happened to your hair?" He asked.
"I fixed it," she said as she dotted more down his arm.
"I liked it better the other way," he said softly. Hermione looked up to see he was staring at her. He was making eye contact just like he had done in the past but this time he didn't look away.
"You did?" Hermione laughed slightly.
He nodded and instantly looked away. Severus didn't know what was going on. He just started the blurt it out and couldn't control his mouth. "I guess I have grown attached to your bushy hair," the corners of his mouth started to curl when he sat up slowly. Hermione started to back away but stopped. She didn't understand why she was backing away. "You can go now, Miss Granger," he said instantly, "I appreciate your help, but it is almost curfew."
She stood up and started to walk to the door when she stopped. She stopped and turned slightly to see her sketchbook on his countertop in the kitchen. Hermione's heart started to beat quickly as she turned on her heel and walked into his kitchen. "Where are you going?" He barked.
She picked up her sketchbook and walked back out to the living space. She looked him dead in the eye and held up her sketchbook. "Have you had this the whole time?" Hermione barked.
Professor Snape's eyes went wide as he stared at her. Hermione had never seen his eyes go so wide that you could see the whites around his pupils. "Why do you have my sketchbook?" Hermione stood there staring at him. Mint invaded Hermione's senses and her breath hitched when suddenly the space between the two vanished. Suddenly the pounding in Hermione's chest is all she could hear as her eyes locked with his dark eyes. His eyes trail down to her lips and for a moment, Hermione forgets to breathe. He draws nearer, a small pause in time where their noses touch. A long pause before finally his soft lips gingerly brushed against her own, and her eyes flutter close. This couldn't possibly be happening. He presses a hand lightly to her hip, pulling her in closer and deepening the kiss. Suddenly a hot tongue sent her senses buzzing when he dragged it across her lower lip. A moan erupted from deep within her a hunger she didn't know she could possess, he took the opportunity to dive deeper, and tongues explored each other's mouths. With one hand he brought it above her while the other one went for her hip.
He groaned and instantly pulled away. "Fuck," he clenched his arm and fell to the ground. "Your arm," Hermione ran to the couch with her now swollen red lips and grabbed his arm sling. She walked back over to him and helped him put his arm in. With his good arm, Hermione helped him to his feet. "You should go," he said.
"But, Professor," Hermione said.
"No buts, Granger, do you want more detentions?"
Hermione shook her head and looked at Professor Snape.
"Now," he said as he pointed to the door. Hermione instantly walked out of his private chambers, his office, and the classroom. Hermione brought her hand to her lips and felt them. His lips were soft and inviting. She had just snogged with her potions Professor.