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A Plan is Hatched
Beneath The Surface
By: Sharkdiver
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling. They are NOT MINE. I'm just borrowing them for a good time. No profit is being made from this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus Snape is currently researching a potion that could serve as protection from the effects of the Cruciatus curse. After Harry and Ron are sent to the Auror Academy, Albus Dumbledore arranges for Hermione Granger to assist in the research of this invaluable potion as an apprentice to Severus. Will they be able to overcome their differences for the greater good? (SS/HG)
AN: I know it has been a while since I have updated, and I apologize. I am NOT giving up on this fic, I assure you. I have been extremely busy with work, and trying to get in gear for applying to Grad school that I haven’t had much time to write. I do this as an enjoyable way to relax (Plus I am working on two other fics), I doI don’t want this to start feeling like a burden. Please understand that I do this for fun, and if you like it, I am very pleased, and if you don’t…whatever. For all of you who have reviewed and are being patient, I appreciate it very much! Thank you for taking the time to compliment my work ;)
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Chapter 11 – A Plan is Hatched
The next morning, Hermione had a much more difficult time getting out of bed. The week had flown by so quickly that it hadn’t even registered that today was Friday. Does that mean she would have the weekend free? She’d have to remember to ask him about that later. She had stayed awake quite late reading up on the potions they would be brewing today. The three potions Severus had chosen were a basic pain relieving potion, a numbing salve and a slightly stronger version of the “pepper-up” potion.
She hastily grabbed her clothes and a towel, intent on taking a quick shower before they set to work. She had noticed that the bathtub was equipped with a showerhead, which made sense; Severus seemed to be more of a shower person than a bath person. As she stepped from her room, she heard the telltale sound of running water in the boom oom and couldn’t help but chuckle at her accurate assessment. She turned around and left her clothes and towel on her bed, opting for a warm cup of tea while she waited for her turn to use the shower.
She sat at the table, absent-mindedly stirring her tea as her thoughts drifted to the prospect of Severus being in the shower at that very moment…which of course meant…No. She wasn’t going to think about that.
So lost in thought, Hermione hadn’t heard the water shut off, and a few moment later Severus emerged from the bathroom wearing only his black trousers and a partially buttoned, white linen shirt. His hair hung like a wet black curtain around his face. Hermione looked up sharply at the sound of footsteps nearing the kitchen, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.
He hadn’t noticed her sitting there quietly as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, for if he had, he would have seen Hermione’s wide-eyed expression. She quickly got control of her emotions, and stood to bring her teacup to the sink. As she turned her back to him, she didn’t see his ebony eyes following her form as she stepped out of the room.
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Hermione let the warm water cascade over her face as she smoothed her hands through her hair. She had been able to keep her attraction to the Potion’s Master a secret for four years, but after seeing him emerge from the bathroom as he had this morning, she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to hide it. Simply put, he looked incredibly sexy. His tall wry frame coupled with his delicate hands and those oh-so-blessedly-long fingers, and his wet raven hair rendered her speechless. If he had spoken to her in that velvety voice, she would not have been responsible for her actions. She often had fantasies of his long fingers caressing her body while he whispered in her ear with that voice…Merlin, a voice like that should be illegal!
Hermione knew that she couldn’t let things continue this way indefinitely, or else she’d go mad. She needed to somehow set the ball rolling to bring some form of resolution to her predicament. Whether he shunned her from his sight forever, or miraculously, returned her affection. She needed a plan; not just any plan, but a plan that would effectively get Severus Snape’s undivided attention. As she turned off the water, she wondered why she hadn’t been sorted into Slytherin…
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Hermione picked up the frumpy clothes she had laid out on her bed and winced. She needed to find something else to wear. If she were trying to get the attention of the head of Slytherin, ex Deatheater, and Potion’s Master Extraordinaire, She certainly wouldn’t accomplish that wearing a brown turtleneck and a pair of worn khakis. No, she needed to think like a Slytherin, and appeal to his baser instincts. Nothing too flashy, as that would be an insult to his taste, but something subtly sexy that she could work comfortably in. A genius he may be…but immune to the opposite sex he was not.
After rifling through her dresser for the seventh time, Hermione finally pulled out a pair of hip hugging jeans and a plain white tank top. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, and smoothed a bit of gloss on her pink lips.
She looked in the mirror to assess her work…
Perfect. He’d never know what hit him.
She gathered the heap of books Severus had given her the night before and headed into the living room to meet him.
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This day turned out to be an even longer one than the previous, as the potions were more complex to make, and needed much more care. Hermione had noticed that although Severus didn’t comment on her choice of attire, he seemed to notice the change. She had seen him looking her over a few times when he suspected she wasn’t looking. She also noticed that when he spoke to her, he seemed to focus on her mouth rather than her eyes…
How interesting.
After Hermione finished cleaning the workstation, she slumped into a chair, seemingly exhausted. She had remembered that she needed to ask him about her free time on weekends, as she was supposed to meet Harry and Ron the next day in the three Broomsticks. Hopefully he would understand.
Severus sat at his desk, writing some notes on a piece of parchment when he heard her sigh. He raised his eyes to meet hers, awaiting her explanation for such a melodramatic sound. When none came, he felt compelled to ask her what the problem was.
“Hermione, is there something I can help you with?”
She looked perplexed for a moment as if she hadn’t anticipated his acknowledgement.
“Um…no, not really…well, I suppose there is something I was wondering about?”
“Yes?”
“Is it alright with you if I go into town tomorrow afternoon?”
Severus looked at her and tried to hide the smirk that was creeping across his face. Is that all she was worried about?
“For Merlin’s sake, Hermione, you are not a prisoner here. I would expect that you are extra cautious when going out, but I certainly wouldn’t forbid you to leave the premises.”
She had the good grace to look a bit sheepish.
“Well then, tomorrow afternoon I plan to meet Harry and Ron at the Three Broomsticks.”
Severus rolled his eyes at the mere thought of the other two thirds of the “Golden Trio”
“Please, spare me the details, I fear it is too much excitement for me to handle…” Severus said sarcastically. Why she subjected herself to those imbeciles was beyond his comprehension.
Hermione flushed in embarrassment. She knew Severus wasn’t fond of the boys, but his unnecessary comments had a way of making her feel like a pathetic first year all over again. Well, she wasn’t his student any longer, and she’d be damned if she would sit back and take his cruel insults.
“I don’t believe I asked for your opinion”, Hermione spat with indignation.
Severus’ hand stopped writing and he froze at her comment. Did she just stick up for herself? Bravo…
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Miss Granger, I was kind enough to invite you into my home…”
She cut him off before he could even finish the sentence, “Oh, so we’re back to ‘Miss Granger’ now, are we? Look, Professor, I appreciate what you’ve done for me, but I think it’s completely unnecessary for you to belittle my friends and I the way you do. I don’t like it, and I won’t tolerate it.”
There were no words for it. Snape was shocked. Never in all his years as a Deatheater, or a teacher has anyone put him in his place the way she just did. Her face was flushed with anger and her eyes were glittering dangerously. In that moment, Hermione looked positively…Sexy.
“Hermione…”
“Yes?” she had her arms crossed over her chest, and she was tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.
“I’m…I’m sorry.”
Her foot stilled its movements. Did he just apologize? That was a first! As far as she knew, this man in front of her has never apologized to anyone in his life…
She smiled faintly as if to say, ‘It’s fine, forget it’, and nodded before she turned and headed towards the kitchen. It was well past “dinner time” and neither of them had eaten yet.
“Hermione.”
She turned, startled at the sound of her name, and looked at him. He looked much more worn than she had ever recalled seeing him look. The lines of his face looked a little bit softer, and he had a stray lock of hair tucked gently behind his ear.
“Since it is getting a little late in the evening to cook, I thought you might like to accompany me out for dinner.”
Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest. She knew it wasn’t a date or anything, but still, to hear him ask her to go out anywhere with him was thrilling all the same.
“I’d love to, Severus.”
By: Sharkdiver
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling. They are NOT MINE. I'm just borrowing them for a good time. No profit is being made from this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus Snape is currently researching a potion that could serve as protection from the effects of the Cruciatus curse. After Harry and Ron are sent to the Auror Academy, Albus Dumbledore arranges for Hermione Granger to assist in the research of this invaluable potion as an apprentice to Severus. Will they be able to overcome their differences for the greater good? (SS/HG)
AN: I know it has been a while since I have updated, and I apologize. I am NOT giving up on this fic, I assure you. I have been extremely busy with work, and trying to get in gear for applying to Grad school that I haven’t had much time to write. I do this as an enjoyable way to relax (Plus I am working on two other fics), I doI don’t want this to start feeling like a burden. Please understand that I do this for fun, and if you like it, I am very pleased, and if you don’t…whatever. For all of you who have reviewed and are being patient, I appreciate it very much! Thank you for taking the time to compliment my work ;)
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Chapter 11 – A Plan is Hatched
The next morning, Hermione had a much more difficult time getting out of bed. The week had flown by so quickly that it hadn’t even registered that today was Friday. Does that mean she would have the weekend free? She’d have to remember to ask him about that later. She had stayed awake quite late reading up on the potions they would be brewing today. The three potions Severus had chosen were a basic pain relieving potion, a numbing salve and a slightly stronger version of the “pepper-up” potion.
She hastily grabbed her clothes and a towel, intent on taking a quick shower before they set to work. She had noticed that the bathtub was equipped with a showerhead, which made sense; Severus seemed to be more of a shower person than a bath person. As she stepped from her room, she heard the telltale sound of running water in the boom oom and couldn’t help but chuckle at her accurate assessment. She turned around and left her clothes and towel on her bed, opting for a warm cup of tea while she waited for her turn to use the shower.
She sat at the table, absent-mindedly stirring her tea as her thoughts drifted to the prospect of Severus being in the shower at that very moment…which of course meant…No. She wasn’t going to think about that.
So lost in thought, Hermione hadn’t heard the water shut off, and a few moment later Severus emerged from the bathroom wearing only his black trousers and a partially buttoned, white linen shirt. His hair hung like a wet black curtain around his face. Hermione looked up sharply at the sound of footsteps nearing the kitchen, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.
He hadn’t noticed her sitting there quietly as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, for if he had, he would have seen Hermione’s wide-eyed expression. She quickly got control of her emotions, and stood to bring her teacup to the sink. As she turned her back to him, she didn’t see his ebony eyes following her form as she stepped out of the room.
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Hermione let the warm water cascade over her face as she smoothed her hands through her hair. She had been able to keep her attraction to the Potion’s Master a secret for four years, but after seeing him emerge from the bathroom as he had this morning, she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to hide it. Simply put, he looked incredibly sexy. His tall wry frame coupled with his delicate hands and those oh-so-blessedly-long fingers, and his wet raven hair rendered her speechless. If he had spoken to her in that velvety voice, she would not have been responsible for her actions. She often had fantasies of his long fingers caressing her body while he whispered in her ear with that voice…Merlin, a voice like that should be illegal!
Hermione knew that she couldn’t let things continue this way indefinitely, or else she’d go mad. She needed to somehow set the ball rolling to bring some form of resolution to her predicament. Whether he shunned her from his sight forever, or miraculously, returned her affection. She needed a plan; not just any plan, but a plan that would effectively get Severus Snape’s undivided attention. As she turned off the water, she wondered why she hadn’t been sorted into Slytherin…
***************
Hermione picked up the frumpy clothes she had laid out on her bed and winced. She needed to find something else to wear. If she were trying to get the attention of the head of Slytherin, ex Deatheater, and Potion’s Master Extraordinaire, She certainly wouldn’t accomplish that wearing a brown turtleneck and a pair of worn khakis. No, she needed to think like a Slytherin, and appeal to his baser instincts. Nothing too flashy, as that would be an insult to his taste, but something subtly sexy that she could work comfortably in. A genius he may be…but immune to the opposite sex he was not.
After rifling through her dresser for the seventh time, Hermione finally pulled out a pair of hip hugging jeans and a plain white tank top. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, and smoothed a bit of gloss on her pink lips.
She looked in the mirror to assess her work…
Perfect. He’d never know what hit him.
She gathered the heap of books Severus had given her the night before and headed into the living room to meet him.
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This day turned out to be an even longer one than the previous, as the potions were more complex to make, and needed much more care. Hermione had noticed that although Severus didn’t comment on her choice of attire, he seemed to notice the change. She had seen him looking her over a few times when he suspected she wasn’t looking. She also noticed that when he spoke to her, he seemed to focus on her mouth rather than her eyes…
How interesting.
After Hermione finished cleaning the workstation, she slumped into a chair, seemingly exhausted. She had remembered that she needed to ask him about her free time on weekends, as she was supposed to meet Harry and Ron the next day in the three Broomsticks. Hopefully he would understand.
Severus sat at his desk, writing some notes on a piece of parchment when he heard her sigh. He raised his eyes to meet hers, awaiting her explanation for such a melodramatic sound. When none came, he felt compelled to ask her what the problem was.
“Hermione, is there something I can help you with?”
She looked perplexed for a moment as if she hadn’t anticipated his acknowledgement.
“Um…no, not really…well, I suppose there is something I was wondering about?”
“Yes?”
“Is it alright with you if I go into town tomorrow afternoon?”
Severus looked at her and tried to hide the smirk that was creeping across his face. Is that all she was worried about?
“For Merlin’s sake, Hermione, you are not a prisoner here. I would expect that you are extra cautious when going out, but I certainly wouldn’t forbid you to leave the premises.”
She had the good grace to look a bit sheepish.
“Well then, tomorrow afternoon I plan to meet Harry and Ron at the Three Broomsticks.”
Severus rolled his eyes at the mere thought of the other two thirds of the “Golden Trio”
“Please, spare me the details, I fear it is too much excitement for me to handle…” Severus said sarcastically. Why she subjected herself to those imbeciles was beyond his comprehension.
Hermione flushed in embarrassment. She knew Severus wasn’t fond of the boys, but his unnecessary comments had a way of making her feel like a pathetic first year all over again. Well, she wasn’t his student any longer, and she’d be damned if she would sit back and take his cruel insults.
“I don’t believe I asked for your opinion”, Hermione spat with indignation.
Severus’ hand stopped writing and he froze at her comment. Did she just stick up for herself? Bravo…
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Miss Granger, I was kind enough to invite you into my home…”
She cut him off before he could even finish the sentence, “Oh, so we’re back to ‘Miss Granger’ now, are we? Look, Professor, I appreciate what you’ve done for me, but I think it’s completely unnecessary for you to belittle my friends and I the way you do. I don’t like it, and I won’t tolerate it.”
There were no words for it. Snape was shocked. Never in all his years as a Deatheater, or a teacher has anyone put him in his place the way she just did. Her face was flushed with anger and her eyes were glittering dangerously. In that moment, Hermione looked positively…Sexy.
“Hermione…”
“Yes?” she had her arms crossed over her chest, and she was tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.
“I’m…I’m sorry.”
Her foot stilled its movements. Did he just apologize? That was a first! As far as she knew, this man in front of her has never apologized to anyone in his life…
She smiled faintly as if to say, ‘It’s fine, forget it’, and nodded before she turned and headed towards the kitchen. It was well past “dinner time” and neither of them had eaten yet.
“Hermione.”
She turned, startled at the sound of her name, and looked at him. He looked much more worn than she had ever recalled seeing him look. The lines of his face looked a little bit softer, and he had a stray lock of hair tucked gently behind his ear.
“Since it is getting a little late in the evening to cook, I thought you might like to accompany me out for dinner.”
Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest. She knew it wasn’t a date or anything, but still, to hear him ask her to go out anywhere with him was thrilling all the same.
“I’d love to, Severus.”