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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
22,045
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74
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 12
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Hermione was settling into a routine. She’d spend the morning in the library, grab a quick bite of lunch, and then tinker in her lab for a few hours. In the mid-afternoon, she took off to go hiking. It was a habit she had picked up in Norway, where Ole had put a strong emphasis on having a healthy balance between work and play. At first, it had taken some getting used to, but when she realized that she could focus better and had more energy after some exercise, she made it a regular habit. In the evenings, she prepared lessons for her upcoming classes.
Snape had stopped by her lab occasionally, and she had run into him the supplies vault a few times, but the conversations had been short, of the “Hi, how are you today?” variety. Missing the intellectual stimulation of a professional conversation, she sought him out one afternoon, after her hike.
She found him sitting in his office, staring into space, running his fingers through his hair. She knocked on the open door, and waited until he looked up before she walked in.
“Severus? I just thought I’d stop by and see if you had some time – whenever – I wanted to get your thoughts on a new approach I’ve been thinking about.”
He still looked a little distracted, but looked back at her, a little surprised to see her in his doorway. “Certainly. I’m just going to finish up some work here. How about after dinner? You could come to my study, if you’d like.”
Hermione almost gasped. Snape? Actually inviting someone to his personal quarters? She filed this away as yet more evidence supporting her theory that Snape had been abducted by aliens, and an inexact replica was in his place.
“That would be wonderful. Although, I confess, I am not really sure how to get there…”
“Meet me at dinner – it’s easier mer me to show you, than to try to give directions.”
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Most of the faculty at dinner that night noticed that Severus and Hermione left together after dinner. Minerva inclined her head slightly towards Albus, “Perhaps you weren’t all wrong…” The headmaster smiled, replying, “I rarely am. But, we’ll see this time….”
She marveled at Snape’s study. The walls of the room were lined with bookshelvexcepxcept for a large desk, and a fireplace on the opposite side of the room. Two chairs were set facing the fireplace. She was a little surprised at that, since she doubted that he had guests too often, but what amazed her the most was the order to the room; most people’s private studies tended to be a little disorganized, with papers, books, parchment and quills scattered everywhere. Snape’s, however, looked as neat as his lab.
“May I get you something? Tea? Scotch?” Yup. Snape had to have been abducted by aliens. No question about it.
“Actually, a little bit of Scotch would be absolutely wonderful.” He nodded, and poured Scotch into glasglasses, handing one to her, before inviting her to take a seat.
They spent the next several hours in conversation. What had started off as a discussion of Potions theory slowly migrated to more personal issues.
“How was Norway? Not the work, but living there?”
She felt more comfortable with Snape (no, ‘Severus’ she reminded herself) than she had with anyone in a long time; maybe it was the shared interests, or maybe it was just the Scotch.
“Pretty. Very pretty in a severe sort of way. You’ve got 20 hours of daylight in the summer, but the winters are pretty harsh. The winters could have some brutal storms, but the Seerstrams were very good about keeping us busy, and Ole’s wife always got out us skiing as much as we could, and their sons are both musically inclined, so some evenings we’d sing, or they’d play music or something. It was really sort of homey feeling.”
Sounds like hell, Snape thought. Still, sons? Maybe those were the blonde haired guys he had seen her with.
Snape didn’t talk much, but he decided that he preferred listening to her. She made intelligent observations, and had a dry sense of humor that seemed to come out when he least expected it.
The night grew late, and Hermione was getting tired, so she stood up to leave. “Thank you Severus. This is really one of the most enjoyable evenings that I’ve had in a long time.” Her voice had a slight note of surprise in it that caused him to raise an eyebrow.
“You sound surprised, Hermione.”
“I guess I am, a bit. I don’t know why – it’s not like I had anything else to base it on. You have just always seemed so, uh, closed off – I wouldn’t have thought that it would have been easy to talk with you about anything other than Potions - or that you would have been interested in talking about anything other than Potions.” She smiled shyly.
He nodded. “I too, confess, that I was almost expecting you to talk about things like you were reading from a book, or lecturing at a conference. This was actually a very pleasant evening. Good night, Hermione.\" He paused, taking a breath, \"Thanks.”
He watched her leave. Maybe, he mused, just maybe he could make this work...
Hermione was settling into a routine. She’d spend the morning in the library, grab a quick bite of lunch, and then tinker in her lab for a few hours. In the mid-afternoon, she took off to go hiking. It was a habit she had picked up in Norway, where Ole had put a strong emphasis on having a healthy balance between work and play. At first, it had taken some getting used to, but when she realized that she could focus better and had more energy after some exercise, she made it a regular habit. In the evenings, she prepared lessons for her upcoming classes.
Snape had stopped by her lab occasionally, and she had run into him the supplies vault a few times, but the conversations had been short, of the “Hi, how are you today?” variety. Missing the intellectual stimulation of a professional conversation, she sought him out one afternoon, after her hike.
She found him sitting in his office, staring into space, running his fingers through his hair. She knocked on the open door, and waited until he looked up before she walked in.
“Severus? I just thought I’d stop by and see if you had some time – whenever – I wanted to get your thoughts on a new approach I’ve been thinking about.”
He still looked a little distracted, but looked back at her, a little surprised to see her in his doorway. “Certainly. I’m just going to finish up some work here. How about after dinner? You could come to my study, if you’d like.”
Hermione almost gasped. Snape? Actually inviting someone to his personal quarters? She filed this away as yet more evidence supporting her theory that Snape had been abducted by aliens, and an inexact replica was in his place.
“That would be wonderful. Although, I confess, I am not really sure how to get there…”
“Meet me at dinner – it’s easier mer me to show you, than to try to give directions.”
****
Most of the faculty at dinner that night noticed that Severus and Hermione left together after dinner. Minerva inclined her head slightly towards Albus, “Perhaps you weren’t all wrong…” The headmaster smiled, replying, “I rarely am. But, we’ll see this time….”
She marveled at Snape’s study. The walls of the room were lined with bookshelvexcepxcept for a large desk, and a fireplace on the opposite side of the room. Two chairs were set facing the fireplace. She was a little surprised at that, since she doubted that he had guests too often, but what amazed her the most was the order to the room; most people’s private studies tended to be a little disorganized, with papers, books, parchment and quills scattered everywhere. Snape’s, however, looked as neat as his lab.
“May I get you something? Tea? Scotch?” Yup. Snape had to have been abducted by aliens. No question about it.
“Actually, a little bit of Scotch would be absolutely wonderful.” He nodded, and poured Scotch into glasglasses, handing one to her, before inviting her to take a seat.
They spent the next several hours in conversation. What had started off as a discussion of Potions theory slowly migrated to more personal issues.
“How was Norway? Not the work, but living there?”
She felt more comfortable with Snape (no, ‘Severus’ she reminded herself) than she had with anyone in a long time; maybe it was the shared interests, or maybe it was just the Scotch.
“Pretty. Very pretty in a severe sort of way. You’ve got 20 hours of daylight in the summer, but the winters are pretty harsh. The winters could have some brutal storms, but the Seerstrams were very good about keeping us busy, and Ole’s wife always got out us skiing as much as we could, and their sons are both musically inclined, so some evenings we’d sing, or they’d play music or something. It was really sort of homey feeling.”
Sounds like hell, Snape thought. Still, sons? Maybe those were the blonde haired guys he had seen her with.
Snape didn’t talk much, but he decided that he preferred listening to her. She made intelligent observations, and had a dry sense of humor that seemed to come out when he least expected it.
The night grew late, and Hermione was getting tired, so she stood up to leave. “Thank you Severus. This is really one of the most enjoyable evenings that I’ve had in a long time.” Her voice had a slight note of surprise in it that caused him to raise an eyebrow.
“You sound surprised, Hermione.”
“I guess I am, a bit. I don’t know why – it’s not like I had anything else to base it on. You have just always seemed so, uh, closed off – I wouldn’t have thought that it would have been easy to talk with you about anything other than Potions - or that you would have been interested in talking about anything other than Potions.” She smiled shyly.
He nodded. “I too, confess, that I was almost expecting you to talk about things like you were reading from a book, or lecturing at a conference. This was actually a very pleasant evening. Good night, Hermione.\" He paused, taking a breath, \"Thanks.”
He watched her leave. Maybe, he mused, just maybe he could make this work...