Wall Flowers

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Wall Flowers

“Here’s to the defeat of Voldemort!” cried Ron, holding up his glass of firewhiskey.

“Here! Here!” cheered his friends and professors. They were all at number 12 Grimmwauld place, celebrating the downfall of Voldemort.

Harry had fulfilled the prophecy earlier that week; killing Voldemort with a simple stunning spell after Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape had weakened him.

Severus had been playing the faithful lap dog, as Sirius had so politely put it two years ago. Each side was convinced he was spying on the other. During the past two years, Severus had led several Death Eater attacks during the summers, resulting in the torture and death of both Muggles and wizards a like. Ron had turned 17 before the others and was able to join the Order, reporting every detail to Harry, Hermione, and Ginny. Ron and Harry were convinced Snape was really for Voldemort.

They justified this by recalling every incident they had ever had with Snape. They remembered how he didn’t try to help them when they thought Voldemort had Sirius. Hermione and Ginny reminded them that he did notify Albus. Harry told them the real reason his Occlumency classes ended and that Snape was on some type of personal grudge against Harry. Once again, Hermione reminded them that Snape saved his life during their first year when Professor Quirrell was the one trying to kill him. For every reason Harry and Ron threw out, Hermione and Ginny were able to justify Snape’s actions.

When Harry and then Hermione joined the Order, Snape seemed to distance himself even further from the Order, only attending meetings when he had pertinent information to share. He would then quickly dismiss himself, refusing to discuss anymore than he had shared.

Harry and Ron grew even more suspicious, but Hermione insisted he was still faithful to the Order. Ginny was beginning to have some doubts, but she also had a lot of faith in Hermione’s intuition.

During the Christmas break, Snape had given the Order some information that turned out to be misleading. There was an attack in Hogsmeade that was rumored among the Slytherins that Snape led it.

It was a question that burned in most of the minds of the members of the Order, but nobody dared asked it. Severus was their only connection to Voldemort and they had to hold on to that hope. Hope was all they had left.

Harry and Ron, once again tried to convince Hermione and Ginny that Snape was still working for Voldemort, but both girls still defended him.

Upon entering the final battle, only Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Hermione and Ginny trusted Snape beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Severus walked two feet behind Voldemort, as a sign of respect, wearing his Death Eater’s mask. Usually the battles were at night, but for some reason, this final battle was in brood daylight. Severus’ mask covered his face, but those members of the Order who were close enough could see the familiar black hair coming the mask of the Death Eater along with his cold, black, empty eyes, identifying him as none other than Severus Snape.

Harry took his stance against Voldemort, but before doing so, he hissed to Ron, “If Snape flinches in the wrong direction kill him.” Ron nodded in agreement, but Hermione snapped, “No, he’s mine!” She knew Snape could be trusted and she was not about to allow him to die.

Voldemort quickly raised his wand to Harry and yelled, “ACCIO WAND!”

His wand flew out of Harry’s hand and into Voldemort’s. “Now Harry, it ends.” Keeping his wand raised and pointed at Harry, Voldemort handed Harry’s wand to Snape.

Snape took the wand in one hand and raised his mask with the other. His lip curled as an expression of triumph played across his face. He raised an eyebrow at Hermione, as if daring her for her next move. Ron panicked, but Hermione understood.

She quickly raised her wand and pointed it to Snape, yelling, “Accio Harry’s wand!” At the same time Severus pointed his wand at Voldemort, yelling, “Avada Kedavra!”

Hermione gave Harry his wand. Albus had already Apparated and set an anti-Disapparating shield on the entire group, preventing the Death Eaters from escaping, but allowing the Aurors to Apparate to the location.

Together, Snape and Albus weakened Voldemort enough so Harry could kill him.

“A simple stunning spell should do,” smiled Albus, clearly not wanting Harry to cast an unforgivable.

Harry raised his wand and brought Lord Voldemort to his death.

There was celebration after celebration, at Hogwarts, at the Ministry, several in the community. The celebrations were endless for the first month. All the celebrations were formal with dinner, awards, and speeches. Finally when the celebrations came to an end, the Order had their own private celebration, where they were at now.

Severus was standing in the shadows, not wanting to be noticed. Albus had insisted that he attend the party and as much as Severus protested, he lost in the end. So, here he was, watching the Golden Trio along with Remus, Tonks, Minerva, Ginny and Draco Malfoy, along with the rest of the Order, celebrating the Dark Lord’s downfall. Never having been one to socialize, he remained in the shadows.

“MUSIC!” cried Draco. Ginny raised her wand to the stereo and the music began. Everyone began dancing while they continued drinking. It was a time to relax and enjoy. It was time to truly celebrate.

Hermione had casually made her way to one of the corners, trying to avoid the dancing. Hermione had always been a bookworm. With the exception of being Viktor Krum’s date in her fourth year, she had no experience in partying. If it were up to her, she would have planned another dinner. Instead she was here, watching her friends dancing and celebrating as if they had been born to do this.

Before Hogwarts, she didn’t have friends. Friends were pointless, she thought, but Harry and Ron soon showed her there was a point to having friends. But once again, she was out of her league, watching them dance and celebrate.

Everyone had been drinking for a while now, clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol. Draco came over to Hermione, dancing and swaying his hips. “Dance with me babe!”

Draco made an alliance with the Order when he realized his father was indeed a Death Eater. It took a while, but with a lot of persistence, Draco earned the Dream Team’s trust. He earned it a lot quicker than Snape ever did, although Snape wasn’t looking for their trust or respect.

“No thank you,” she said politely, trying to walk away, but he ignored her. Taking her by the hand, he pulled her out into the middle of the room where the others were dancing. A song came on and Draco gave her a lustful grin. Pulling her into him, he began to dirty dance with her, grinding his hips into hers.

Hermione was feeling the effects of the alcohol too and was giggling, trying to match his moves. Every time he thrust, so did she. Both looked like to Dodo birds trying to have sex while dancing. Everyone in the room stopped dancing and watched them, laughing.

Hermione finally pulled away, wiping her tears away from laughing. She made her way to the kitchen as the others applauded for her.

“Gods! How embarrassing!” she said, once inside the kitchen.

She looked up and her eyes met those belonging to Severus Snape. He raised his glass of firewhiskey to her, silently agreeing to her comment.

‘Okay,’ she thought, ‘Snape just witnessed that. I can’t sink any lower than this.’ She put on a smile, a crooked drunk smile and politely said, “I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

“Sir,” he said in a cold voice. “You will address me as sir or professor.”

“Yes Professor Snape, sir,” she answered in a snobby voice and she saluted him, but began giggling.

“You’re intoxicated, Miss Granger.”

“No sir, I’m drunk,” she corrected him. She walked past him to the counter and poured herself another drink. She set out her glass and paused. She set out another glass and filled them both. Taking the drinks, she spun around to hand on to Snape and landed flat on her ass, but she didn’t spill a drop.

Snape had been watching her the entire time. “That’s a talent I didn’t know you were capable of Miss Granger.”

Hermione blushed while she giggled. “You can at least help me up Professor Snape sir.”

“Why should I?” he sneered, taking one drink from her and slamming it.

“Because underneath all those black clothes is a gentleman.”

He actually laughed. It was quick and short, but he laughed. “Miss Granger, you are very intoxicated.” But he reached down and helped her up anyway.

They stood there in silence. The music and laughter coming from the other room clearly defined that Hermione and Severus were definitely out of their league. Hermione slammed her drink and put the glass on the counter.

A slow song come on and so did the additional effects the last five drinks. “Dance with me,” she said, taking his hand.

The alcohol was clearly doing the talking, but Severus was also feeling the effects of the alcohol and pulled her closer to him.

Together, the two slowly moved to the music while looking into each other’s eyes.

The only other time Hermione had looked directly into his eyes was during the final battle, other wise she had learned not to look at him. It was easier to avoid his glare since a cruel comment would usually follow.

Severus looked into her eyes, something he only did when wanting to intimidate her or any other student. He knew the students feared him. It was a power he took advantage of.

“You are a hero professor. You should be out there with the rest of them, celebrating.”

“So should you,” he said. Hermione pulled back from him and turned her back to him.

“No,” she shook her head. He understood why she did not want to go out there. Like him, she didn’t know how to “celebrate.”

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back toward him, “Celebrate with me,” he whispered into her ear. A shiver went down her body as his voice vibrated in her ear.

Taking a deep breath, she looked back at him and smiled. The warmth in her belly from the alcohol was increasing, especially when she looked back into his eyes. She snaked her arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around her waist.

He knew she was drunk just as he was. His judgment was clouded, but he knew what he was doing. He just had less resistance to it.

Hermione’s hands moved to the sides of his neck, slowly rubbing and stroking it. Her fingers moved to his jaw, tracing it. She looked back into his eyes, waiting for him to yell at her or at least pull away, but he didn’t. She then traced his lips with her finger. Her eyes followed her finger.

He watched her look at him. There was no look of disgust in her eyes. No cringing as she touched him. He felt her hands move back to the sides of his face, pulling his mouth toward hers.

He should pull back, he should stop her, but gods help him, he couldn’t. It was the alcohol and she would hate him in the morning, but he didn’t care. He was Severus Snape, drunk or sober, he didn’t care.

Meeting his lips to hers he kissed her hungrily, bruising her lips, but she answered back with the same aggressiveness. Their tongues desperately explored each other’s mouths, tasting and dueling. His hand found its way to the back of her head and in grabbing a fist full of hair, he jerked her head back, looking into her eyes. She let out a small squeak in protest from the kiss ending so abruptly. Both were breathless as they stared at each other. Where he should have found fear or hesitation, he saw only desire and lust.

She should have been scared or nervous, but the alcohol numbed these emotions, increasing her hunger she had for this man.

“Not here,” he hissed, pulling her mouth back to his for another bruising kiss.

Between her body reacting to his kiss and the need to have him, she was vaguely aware of the portkey he activated. When he once again pulled her back from the kiss, she breathlessly looked at him and at her surroundings. She could only assume that they were in his private chambers back at Hogwarts.

His mouth came down on her neck, nipping and biting her, causing her to whimper, but his tongue quickly soothed the pain, making her shiver. His one hand roughly kneaded and massaged her breast as the other was still holding onto her hair.

Hermione leaned her head back, giving him further access to her neck. “Gods that feels good,” she moaned.

He snapped her head back again, causing her to whimper. “Professor, you will address me as professor, Miss Granger,” he growled to her.

She about melted into a puddle at hearing his voice. “Yes Professor Snape,” she answered huskily.

He stared at her briefly. His eyes wondered over her robes, her student robes no less. It was only Severus and Hermione who wore their Hogwarts’ robes to the celebration at Grimmauld, but it was them who were going to have the most memorable of celebrations.

Letting go of her, Snape moved his hands to the neck of her robes. Gripping them and her dress in both of his clenched fist, he ripped them open, exposing her white lacy bra and white cotton panties.

Hermione blushed from the sudden exposure, but continued looking at him. “Are we blushing Miss Granger? Or should I say Little Miss Virgin?”

She sneered at him, “I’m not a virgin, Professor Snape.”

“A harlot then?”

“You are such a bastard,” she snapped. He glared at her so she quickly added, “sir.”

“Better, Miss Granger,” he hissed. His hands went to the front of her bra and tore it off her body.

“I would appreciate some clothing left in tack when I leave, professor.”

“You aren’t leaving any time soon Miss Granger, so get used to your new wardrobe.”

She looked down and saw she was still wearing her panties. She smiled at him and slowly removed them. His lip curled, she assumed in approval.

She stood in front of him, hands on her hips, giving him full view of her body.

Her breasts were milky white and firm. Her rosy nipples were hard, begging to be tasted. Her body was gently curved. Her legs were long and lean.

She raked her eyes over his body. “You’re over dressed Professor Snape, then again, I have never seen you in anything else. It makes one question if the teaching robes come off,” she spoke with confidence.

“Let me assure you Miss Granger, they come off, but not yet. I want a preview of what’s to come,” he said in a low growl.

Her eyes widened as he pounced on her, bringing her down to the floor. His body covered hers as his hands placed her arms over her head, pinning them down. His mouth found her nipple. His tongue flicked her nipple, feeling the rosy nipple harden. His teeth grazed it just enough to make her whimper before he began to stroke and suck it.

The way Professor Snape stalked the halls of Hogwarts, with his robes billowing behind him made every student flood with the emotions of fear and dread, but not for Hermione. As she lay pinned under him, naked, she could feel his robes rubbing against her legs and hips while he continued his ministrations with her breasts. She wiggled enough so that her legs were free. She wrapped them around his hips, over his robes, pulling him closer.

“Not a harlot huh,” he growled in her ear.

“I’m not a harlot, but I do know what I want,” she snapped before biting his ear lope.

“And what is that Miss Granger?”

“You are a master of potions, a master of terrifying students, and a master of insults. I want to know if you are a master of sexual gratification, sir.”

He claimed her mouth again.

His lips made his way down her abdomen, licking and nipping her sweet skin. Allowing his teeth to graze her skin, he could feel her shiver beneath his touch. The small whimpers and moans she made under his touch gave him such a power that he desired more. He wanted her to scream out his name in pleasure.

His lips worked their way to her inner thighs. Brushing his cheek against her coarse hairs, he slowly kissed his way to her knee.

Hermione kept her eyes closed. Her senses were engulfed by the way he worked his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Never had she experienced such an array of senses that were tantalizing her body.

As his mouth made its way to her knee, he placed her slender leg over his shoulder. He took her other leg, raised it to his lips and began her inner knee as he placed it over his shoulder. Slowly making his way down to her inner thigh, he glided his tongue to her entrance, but only placed kisses around it.

She inhaled quickly at the place where his mouth was and the thought of where she wanted it to go. “Gods, please,” she cried.

Hearing her beg brought him a sense of euphoria, a sense of power that he lived for.

Ignoring her pleas, he continued kissing her everywhere except where she wanted.

“Please just do it,” whimpered, but he still refused, only kissing her on her inner thighs.

Finally, she begged again, but this time she said, “Please Professor Snape, please sir.”

“Such a slow learner,” he whispered, “We are going to have to fix that aren’t we, Miss Granger.” He lowered his mouth to her entrance, slowly tasting her for the first time. ‘Gods she tastes like honey,’ he thought, but he brought his head back up and looked at her, expecting an answer.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, hoarsely answering, “Yes sir.”

“Very good, Miss Granger. There is hope for you yet.” He gave her a sly smile and then lowered his mouth back down to her entrance.

This time he used his fingers to open her lips as his tongue tasted her. She was so wet, so ready, but he was going to make her beg some more.

Hermione had never experienced oral sex. She heard about it being the most erotic pleasure possible, but, “Oh gods professor,” she cried. This was beyond her wildest imagination. She raised herself so she was resting on her elbows. Watching him, not just him, but Professor Snape, with his head between her legs, kissing her, tasting her, drinking her. Her head spun as she saw her naked body with her legs wrapped around his shoulders. He looked at her briefly before his tongue found her swollen nub.

As he touched her here, she took a quick in take of breath as her hips thrust up for more. He brought one arm around to her hips, holding them down as he continued.

Her breathing increased as his tongue expertly worked her most sensitive spots. His fingers entered her and slowly began moving her wetness around before thrusting into her.

She laid back down, closing her eyes and allowing her body to react to his touch. The fire building in body and the urgency between her legs were taking over. His tongue increased in it strokes while sucking on her nub.

“Oh gods,” she cried, realizing Professor Snape was about to give her her first orgasm that was self inflicted and she wanted nothing else but this.

Abruptly, he pulled back and looked at her with a sneer. “Professor, please,” she begged, “Please Professor Snape, don’t stop,” she whispered.

“As you wish,” he said before dipping back down to her. His mouth found her nub again. Taking it in his mouth, he gently began sucking it.

Her moans gave him power, control. He knew how close she was. He knew she was one flick away but he stopped. Sitting up on his knees, he brought her legs back down to the floor.

Her eyes flew open, not believing he was stopping. “Please professor,” she whispered.

He just sneered at her. “Bastard,” she hissed. She was so aroused that she was willing to continue herself. Placing her hand between her legs, she began rubbing her nub.

A smile came across his face as he watched her, but not for long. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand away. “I will continue Miss Granger, but I want to know what you are willing to do for me.”

Realizing the game he was playing, she sat up and knelt across from him. “What do you want me to do, Professor Snape?”

“I want you to return the favor,” he said in his best Professor Snape voice.
She leaned into him, bringing her mouth to his ear and whispered, “If you keep using that voice, sir, I will do anything you ask.”

She began to kiss and nibble on his ear lobe as her hands were unfastening his pants. Her mouth moved to his neck, biting him hard enough for him to react and then soothing it with her tongue.

Moving back to his ear, she whispered, “I have never done this before.” She unzipped his pants and reached in, implying that what she had never done before. She did not have to search for his throbbing erection that protruding through his pants. It wasn’t until now that she realized he was as turned on as she. She began stroking him as she spoke again, “But then you already know Professor Snape, that I am also eager to learn new things.”

He took in a deep breath through his nose, trying to control his need to thrust into her. It was a game about control and he was going to be the one in control.

While one hand stroked him, the fingers on her other hand began to caress his head, receiving immediate results from the drops of pre cum. She moved her mouth to his licked his lips before bending all the way down to her destination.

Carefully she licked the tip like it was a lollipop. ‘A lollipop was never this erotic,’ she smiled, tasting him again. She had heard stories about the taste, but just thinking about what she was doing to Professor Snape made the salty liquid the most erotic flavor she ever tasted.

Listening carefully for his reactions, she slowly lowered her mouth onto his head, swirling her tongue and sucking him as she went further down.

She wasn’t sure how he compared in size to other men since her first time was basically over as soon as the man she was with had entered her. She had been embarrassed to even look at him, but now looking at Snape she knew that she would refer to her first time as being with a boy. Now she was with only the second man in her life and everything told her that Snape was indeed a man, a real man.

She took her time licking and sucking his tip, tasting the salty liquid slowly ooze from him. Her hands stroked his length and massaged his balls. Relying on his breathing, she was very attentive to his needs and desires. When she sucked, he held his breath and when she lowered her mouth further onto him, he let out a slight moan.

Snape watched her curly brown hair cascade around her shoulders as she took him into her mouth. Her naked body, curled up in front of him, pleasuring him. His hands went to her head and gently encouraged her to take him further into her mouth.

She felt his hand on her head and was surprised that he was gently caressing her, slowly pushing her down. She willing took more of him into her mouth. Taking in as much as she could, she raised her head and lowered it again. Snape let a low growl of approval, so she did it again. After a few more times, she heard him hiss, “Faster Miss Granger.”

Hermione increased her speed, causing his hips to begin thrusting. His hands gripped her head tighter and she knew she was doing it correctly.

Snape continued guiding her, directing her speed. He couldn’t believe the mouth of the Know It All was capable of this. Closing his eyes and sucked in a breath or two. He was getting close to his release. ‘Oh gods to cum in her mouth,’ but just as he thought it, she abruptly sat up.

He breathlessly stared at her, not believing she had the courage to play the same game. “Finish it,” he growled.

She smiled at him and smirked, “We finish together.”

“Very well,” he snapped. Getting to his feet, he removed his clothes, bent down and swept her up in his arms. Storming over to his bed, he threw he on it and immediately climbed on top of her.

She opened her legs, letting his body slip closer to her. Her arms wrapped around his back as his held his weight up.

Moving his hips, he found her entrance and began to thrust into her.

She sucked in a quick breath and whimpered in pain. He stopped, thinking she had lied about being a virgin.

“Miss Granger, you said you have done this before.”

“I have, but only once,” she admitted. He understood. Her first time must have been with a boy her age or with a man that didn’t have much to offer in ‘size.’ He entered her again, but this time he began thrusting slowly as he inched his way into her. He could feel her body stretching to accommodate him.

“Better,” she whispered. He lowered his weight fully onto her. She was so tight, so wet, so inviting. Her hips rose to meet his, encouraging him. He started out slow at first, but with time they both increased their speed.

Every time he entered her, he filled her in a way she didn’t know was possible. Her first time was nothing like this. She looked into his eyes, his black eyes that were full of lust and desire. She saw a man that she respected yet she loathed, but he was making her body feel and react in ways it never has. He was making her whimper and moan, begging for more. Her hands began to massage and stroke his back, pulling him into her with each thrust.

Snape looked into her brown eyes that were fill with lust. The Know It All who had been a thorn in his side for the past seven years was under him, receiving him willingly.

They both knew it was the alcohol, but hell neither one cared. He began to thrust into her harder, moving his pelvis onto one of her pleasure spots, watching for her reaction to know when he found it. Her eyes widened and she let out a louder moan.

“Does that feel good Miss Granger?” he hissed.

“Yes - professor - oh,” she cried. Her legs began to quiver, gripping him harder around his legs. Her hips began to thrust quicker and he felt her walls begin to pulse around his shaft. Not breaking the skin, her nails dug into him and she cried out his name. He slammed harder into to while her walls milked his shaft, triggering his own release.

Usually alcohol contributed to him holding out longer, but he lost control, allowing himself to enjoy this rare pleasure.

Her orgasm subsided and so did his. Thanks to the alcohol, he was far from ending this celebration.

Her arms relaxed, releasing themselves from around him and slid back down to her sides. Her legs also relaxed. She lay there breathless; enjoying a euphoria she had never known. Not even when she masturbated did it feel this satisfying. He lay next to her, also breathless and silent.

Sooner than she expected she felt him turning her over, onto her stomach while positioning himself behind her. She opened her eyes and looked back at him. He was hard again, pulling her ass up to him. Her eyes widened, not knowing where he was going to enter, but soon felt him enter her wet folds.

Driving himself into her deep, his thrusts were steady. She raised herself onto her elbows so she would have the leverage to push back into his thrusts.

His one hand was wrapped around her waist as the other found its way to her nub. It was still swollen, begging for yet another release.

She could feel his balls smacking into her as his strokes on her nub increased. She couldn’t hold back as her cries increased. She never considered herself a screamer, but gods the things this man was doing to her.

She came again, screaming his name. Collapsing forward, but he pulled her back all the way into a sitting position. She was now sitting on his lap with her back still facing him. He sat further back on his legs, holding her while he continued to thrust into her from behind.

She leaned fully onto him; her body was completely relaxed as he filled her again and again. His hands gently caressed her breasts and her abdomen. She held her hands over her head and behind her, running her fingers through his hair. Leaning her head back, he began kissing her neck.

Her body was exhausted from the orgasms, but this position was so relaxing, so comforting. He was cradling her in his arms, gently moving in and out of her. Finding this type of comfort in the potion master’s arms was paradise.

Slowly the pressure built up in her again as it did in him. One last time, they came together before passing out from exhaustion and alcohol.

~*~*~*~*~

The morning light was intense as it came flooding into Hermione’s room. She squinted in her sleep until she was unable to sleep any more. Her head ached as did her legs, among other parts of her body, but she forced herself out of bed anyway. Looking around, she was back in her room at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Snape had used a portkey to return her.

‘Professor Snape,’ she thought with a smile on her face. ‘Who would have known?’

Tentatively getting out of bed, she went straight to the bathroom, hoping a hot shower would help feel better. The hot water felt rejuvenating, but her head still ached. She took her washcloth, soaped it up and lathered her body. She became more aware of how raw she was when she washed between her legs.

When she finished her shower, she dried off and got dressed. She was hoping Mrs. Weasley had something for her hangover.

She was holding her head when she was descending down the stairs, bumping into someone. Looking up, she realized it was Professor Snape.

“Hello, sir,” she said quickly, grabbing the railing so she wouldn’t fall backwards. His expression was cold, but she wasn’t intimidated.

“Drink this,” he said, holding out a vial.

“What is it?”

“A hangover relief potion.” She quickly took it from him and drank it. The relief was immediate.

He handed her another vial. “A contraceptive potion,” he said in a low whisper. She drank this too. He handed her yet another vial. “For any soreness you have.” She blushed, but gladly took it. “One more Miss Granger,” he said, holding out one more vial. “This will make all of your memories from last night disappear.”

She looked at him with a slightly confused look. “Miss Granger, what happened last night was because of the amount of alcohol we both consumed. I know as well as you that it would be better for you forgot about the night you spent with the ‘greasy git.”

She looked at the vial again and back at him. “Sorry professor, but I don’t want to forget last night. I know it occurred because of the alcohol, but it is a memory I am going to cherish.”

She then continued walking around him on the staircase, but gave him one last smile before walking completely around him.

Her smiled increased when she looked back, realizing she just left Professor Snape speechless.

She entered the kitchen and was greeted by a cheerful Mrs. Weasley and a very hung over Harry, Ron, Draco and Ginny who each had a cup of black coffee.

“Good morning, Hermione,” chirped Mrs. Weasley, who setting several plates full of eggs, sausages, and sweet breads. They cringed at the sight of the food.

“Shhh,” begged Ron while the others held their heads tighter. Professor Snape entered the kitchen and walked straight to the coffee pot.

“Good morning, Severus,” said Molly, “Would you like some breakfast?”

“No,” he said sternly. He poured a cup of coffee and then glanced around the kitchen. The sight he saw made him smile inwardly. It made him feel some satisfaction at seeing them suffer from their ability to celebrate so well. He glanced back over to Miss Granger who had just finished serving herself a plate full of food. She looked at him and noticed a slight smile on his face as he raised his cup to her. The rest looked up and noticed this.

“Here’s to your excellent choice in knowing when to stop drinking Miss Granger.”

“Thank you, Professor Snape,” she said politely before eating her food.

Albus walked into the kitchen. “Good morning,” he said cheerfully.

“Shhh!” pleaded Ron. Albus looked around and smiled.

“Yes, the celebration was successful,” he commented with a smile. He then noticed Severus. “Ah Severus, I see you stayed for the celebrations too. Good my boy. It’s about time you learned how to celebrate.”

Hermione avoided looking at either one of them while taking a sip of her coffee. ‘If they only knew,’ she thought, taking another sip.

“Since you are satisfied with my presence at the celebration, it’s time that I left,” sneered Severus, putting down his cup. His eyes glanced at Hermione. She was looking over her cup. Both looked at each other for a brief second. An understanding passed between them. What happened happened. There were no regrets.

He then left out the door and Hermione knew everything was back to normal. She would be sitting in double potions tomorrow with a secret that only they would share. It wasn’t about love and it wasn’t about promises. It was about needing to be wanted for one night.

Snape stood outside the door of the kitchen while Hermione sat at the table sipping her coffee. ‘Until the next celebration,’ they both thought, graduation was only a month away.

~TBC