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This chapter is dedicated to Jaimie for her brilliant review that had me laughing until I fell off my own chair.cheers. holden.
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The flame from the white candle flickered on the sleek, polished back tabletop, it\'s reflection catching in Hermione\'s dark eyes as the appetizing aroma of chicken filtered through the air.
Perhaps something important has come up.
Hermione peered down and looking into the shiny surface, made a face at her reflection. She sighed darkly, absently fingering a nearby fork and looked to her grandiose display of cutlery and good china she had set out for Severus\' arrival. Almost twenty minutes ago.
But he said, no later than seven. Those were his exact words.
She looked to the kitchen clock and frowned deeply, growing a bit chilly in her newly acquired dress. It had thin straps and began going into ruffles at her knees, giving an almost Spanish appearance if it hadn\'t been for the dark green color.
Now 7:30, a half hour late. He could have called or...something. Wait, maybe he said no later than seven thirty. Perhaps....hmmm...that wouldn\'t make him late at all. Not really that late at all. I suppose I\'ll just wait until then, he\'ll be here. I\'m sure of it.
Although at this point in time, Hermione felt anything but certain about her lover\'s arrival. This was all to foreign and fast and perhaps she had been wrong. To think this had all started with a bet. This gave her a sudden queasy feeling in her abdomen and bitter taste in her throat and mouth. The bet.
She winced as she recalled the real reason that she and he were together. If she told him would he care? No, he was much to mature for that. He was above stupid adolescent things like that. He\'d see what he meao heo her.
I\'m going to tell him about the bet tonight. That way there\'ll be no secrets between us. We can have a clean slate. Yes, that\'ll be perfect.
But the time was not presenting itself as Severus Snape was not yet at her home, and didn\'t appear to be coming any time soon. Hermione decided on impulse that some nice Beethoven in the background might prove to be a welcome assistance during the dinner. She brought out the c.d. player and in a matter of moment, Symphony No. 7 in A major, Op. 92 began playing.
She collapsed into the still warm chair at the table and began considering what she would study later on in the week for exams. Finally when curiosity could inhibit her no longer she looked frantically to the clock.
7:49.
Honestly, is he always going to be this rude?
She suddenly felt a bit ticked off in all honesty. She\'d gone to all this trouble for him and he hadn\'t even the decency to say he\'d be late? Or...not coming at all? A warm patch of fur suddenly nuzzled against her foot and she sighed sadly.
\"Hello Crookshanks.\" Hermione said, patting the pet she had brought back from school today. She pat Crookshanks as he purred and nuzzled against her calf a few minutes before his eye caught sight of something interesting and he took off after it.
Hermione\'s feet tapped the ground at the beat of the melancholy music and she stood suddenly, walking over to the oven and checking on her cen. en. She analyzed the color, hoping that she hadn\'t buggered it up. She wasn\'t the world\'s best cook without magic. After deliberation and moving about of pieces she resolutely washed her hands and looked back up at the clock above the oven.
7:57.
Perhaps I\'ll give him a few more minutes.
Anotheetheethoven piece came on and Hermione could suddenly relate with its dark overture. She sat at the table, struggling not to cry for if Severus did arrive would he really want to spend his evening with a sobbing wreck? The minutes ticked by beside her, teasing her and she felt all prior solid reassurance of Snape\'s attraction to her dwindling.
Moments later she stood and began blowing out the candles. A lump in her throat making it difficult to do so and she tried not release that sob that lodged itself in her mouth.
He\'s not coming. Maybe he knew about the bet all along and he\'s playing with me. Oh God I don\'t kn-
Suddenly she stopped, looking to the fireplace with a solemn grimace. If he was late, surely he had a good reason. She\'d just check in with him, make sure everything was fine.
She grasped her wand and throwing down the floo powder yelled out,
\"Professor Snape\'s office.\"
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Hermione crept out of the fireplace, brushing off her cloak and stopping. She heard voices outside, in the Slytherin common room.
Hermione crept forward, a shaft of light shining into the dark office, as she went to the door opened a crack. She recognized Snape\'s deep timber, and subconsciously licked her lips, recalling the night before fondly. He had been perfect.
One dark brown eye peered further out of the office into the Slytherin common room and she caught sight of the back of Snape\'s dark head, as a woman sat uneasily across from him a glass of tea in front of her.
It was at that moment that she realized the woman across from Snape was Pansy. Pansy Parkinson.
Oh God.
Hermione could see their lips moving, but could barely hear them. She stuck her ear out further, trying to catch anything.
\"Well Miss Parkinson, I\'ve met you as you requested. Now, tell me of this bet you\'re so fixated upon. And let it be quick, I have plans for this evening.\"
Hermione\'s blood went to ice. Oh God no! He was going to find out from Pansy! Pansy sat smirking across from Snape, leaning casually on the sofa opposite him as she thought of the harshest way to break this to her bitter Professor.
How dare he fall for that Mudblood.
There was a pause and Hermione saw Pansy\'s face screw up in a thoughtful smirk. \"It\'s rather hard to explain Professor.\"
That pug-faced bitch.
Hermione felt her stomach heave. She was going to lose Snape forever. She silently begged for Pansy to stop, to do her just one favor in her stupid, bloody lif-
\"Well Professor,\" Pansy drawled taking a sip of her tea, \"Do you recall when I had \'CHEATER\' written about on my forehead?\" Pansy was saying, a dark glower on her face. Her piggish eyes narrowed as she leaned closer to the Professor.
Hermione saw as Snape nodded and tears fell from her face, silently falling to the stone floor that she sat upon. All her hopes, her dreams for them gone. Everything was gone.
She was about to turn and leave the dark room, to go to bed and try to ignore the fact that Snape wouldn\'t be returning to warm her cold bed.
\"Severus?\"
Hermione whirled around to see Professor McGonagall rushing into the Slytherin common room, a scowl on her face and anger in her eyes.
\"Yes Minerva?\" came the silky reply. McGonagall stalked over to the two Slytherins and looked to Pansy with fury. Pansy had a guilty look on her face that she tried to hide as the older witch strode over.
\"You Miss Parkinson have a detention. With me if you do recall after your abominable behavior earlier today in class.\"
Hermione nearly gasped, thank her lucky bloody stars! McGonagall to the rescue! Minerva McGonagall is my hero. I\'m sending her a fruitbasket as soon as all of this is settled.
Hermione was mentally going over what things she\'d send to Minerva in the said fruit basket when Snape spoke lowly.
\"She\'s busy Minerva.\"
Fear clutched Hermione. NO NO NO you stupid dolt! Let her go! Come back to my house! I\'ll break it to you easily...I can\'t lose you.
\"She\'s required in my classroom to serve detention.\"
YES! Go Minerva! Severus, listen to her!
\"She\'s not to be languishing about in here, socializing and drinking t-.\"
\"But Professor McGon-\"
Pansy suddenly shot a look at a rigid Snape and Hermione could tell that he was suddenly livid. How stupid of Pansy…making her own house look bad.
\"Do not interrupt a Professor Miss Parkinson. Ever.\"
A bit of that prior power left her eyes and she silently nodded, looking to her hands.
\"Sorry Professor Snape.\"
Silence. Only Hermione\'s heart pounding could be heard to her. She covered her mouth to muffle the heavy breathing. She saw as Snape\'s long fingers tapped the side of the sofa, lazily tapping his fingers along as Minerva and Pansy awaited his decision.
\"You may take her Minerva.\"
Pansy stood angrily, looking to McGonagall and then back to Snape. \"I had to tell you something really quite important Professor.\"
\"Evidently it will have to wait until tomorrow. I have a pressing engagement.\"
Yes…me.
Hermione stood shakily and felt her heart sing, really. She still had time. She watched as Pansy was carted off to serve detention and tried to stifle a relieved laugh. She had still had a chance! She could tell Severus of the bet over dinner, explain it was all a mistake and hopefully he’d forgive her and they’d retire to the bedroom for…dessert. This all appeared a good plan, but one thing faltered the small smile on Hermione’s lips.
Would he forgive her?
She was still contemplating this formidable question darkly when his office door swung open and she came face to face with Severus.
He didn’t appear too happy to see her.
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The flame from the white candle flickered on the sleek, polished back tabletop, it\'s reflection catching in Hermione\'s dark eyes as the appetizing aroma of chicken filtered through the air.
Perhaps something important has come up.
Hermione peered down and looking into the shiny surface, made a face at her reflection. She sighed darkly, absently fingering a nearby fork and looked to her grandiose display of cutlery and good china she had set out for Severus\' arrival. Almost twenty minutes ago.
But he said, no later than seven. Those were his exact words.
She looked to the kitchen clock and frowned deeply, growing a bit chilly in her newly acquired dress. It had thin straps and began going into ruffles at her knees, giving an almost Spanish appearance if it hadn\'t been for the dark green color.
Now 7:30, a half hour late. He could have called or...something. Wait, maybe he said no later than seven thirty. Perhaps....hmmm...that wouldn\'t make him late at all. Not really that late at all. I suppose I\'ll just wait until then, he\'ll be here. I\'m sure of it.
Although at this point in time, Hermione felt anything but certain about her lover\'s arrival. This was all to foreign and fast and perhaps she had been wrong. To think this had all started with a bet. This gave her a sudden queasy feeling in her abdomen and bitter taste in her throat and mouth. The bet.
She winced as she recalled the real reason that she and he were together. If she told him would he care? No, he was much to mature for that. He was above stupid adolescent things like that. He\'d see what he meao heo her.
I\'m going to tell him about the bet tonight. That way there\'ll be no secrets between us. We can have a clean slate. Yes, that\'ll be perfect.
But the time was not presenting itself as Severus Snape was not yet at her home, and didn\'t appear to be coming any time soon. Hermione decided on impulse that some nice Beethoven in the background might prove to be a welcome assistance during the dinner. She brought out the c.d. player and in a matter of moment, Symphony No. 7 in A major, Op. 92 began playing.
She collapsed into the still warm chair at the table and began considering what she would study later on in the week for exams. Finally when curiosity could inhibit her no longer she looked frantically to the clock.
7:49.
Honestly, is he always going to be this rude?
She suddenly felt a bit ticked off in all honesty. She\'d gone to all this trouble for him and he hadn\'t even the decency to say he\'d be late? Or...not coming at all? A warm patch of fur suddenly nuzzled against her foot and she sighed sadly.
\"Hello Crookshanks.\" Hermione said, patting the pet she had brought back from school today. She pat Crookshanks as he purred and nuzzled against her calf a few minutes before his eye caught sight of something interesting and he took off after it.
Hermione\'s feet tapped the ground at the beat of the melancholy music and she stood suddenly, walking over to the oven and checking on her cen. en. She analyzed the color, hoping that she hadn\'t buggered it up. She wasn\'t the world\'s best cook without magic. After deliberation and moving about of pieces she resolutely washed her hands and looked back up at the clock above the oven.
7:57.
Perhaps I\'ll give him a few more minutes.
Anotheetheethoven piece came on and Hermione could suddenly relate with its dark overture. She sat at the table, struggling not to cry for if Severus did arrive would he really want to spend his evening with a sobbing wreck? The minutes ticked by beside her, teasing her and she felt all prior solid reassurance of Snape\'s attraction to her dwindling.
Moments later she stood and began blowing out the candles. A lump in her throat making it difficult to do so and she tried not release that sob that lodged itself in her mouth.
He\'s not coming. Maybe he knew about the bet all along and he\'s playing with me. Oh God I don\'t kn-
Suddenly she stopped, looking to the fireplace with a solemn grimace. If he was late, surely he had a good reason. She\'d just check in with him, make sure everything was fine.
She grasped her wand and throwing down the floo powder yelled out,
\"Professor Snape\'s office.\"
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Hermione crept out of the fireplace, brushing off her cloak and stopping. She heard voices outside, in the Slytherin common room.
Hermione crept forward, a shaft of light shining into the dark office, as she went to the door opened a crack. She recognized Snape\'s deep timber, and subconsciously licked her lips, recalling the night before fondly. He had been perfect.
One dark brown eye peered further out of the office into the Slytherin common room and she caught sight of the back of Snape\'s dark head, as a woman sat uneasily across from him a glass of tea in front of her.
It was at that moment that she realized the woman across from Snape was Pansy. Pansy Parkinson.
Oh God.
Hermione could see their lips moving, but could barely hear them. She stuck her ear out further, trying to catch anything.
\"Well Miss Parkinson, I\'ve met you as you requested. Now, tell me of this bet you\'re so fixated upon. And let it be quick, I have plans for this evening.\"
Hermione\'s blood went to ice. Oh God no! He was going to find out from Pansy! Pansy sat smirking across from Snape, leaning casually on the sofa opposite him as she thought of the harshest way to break this to her bitter Professor.
How dare he fall for that Mudblood.
There was a pause and Hermione saw Pansy\'s face screw up in a thoughtful smirk. \"It\'s rather hard to explain Professor.\"
That pug-faced bitch.
Hermione felt her stomach heave. She was going to lose Snape forever. She silently begged for Pansy to stop, to do her just one favor in her stupid, bloody lif-
\"Well Professor,\" Pansy drawled taking a sip of her tea, \"Do you recall when I had \'CHEATER\' written about on my forehead?\" Pansy was saying, a dark glower on her face. Her piggish eyes narrowed as she leaned closer to the Professor.
Hermione saw as Snape nodded and tears fell from her face, silently falling to the stone floor that she sat upon. All her hopes, her dreams for them gone. Everything was gone.
She was about to turn and leave the dark room, to go to bed and try to ignore the fact that Snape wouldn\'t be returning to warm her cold bed.
\"Severus?\"
Hermione whirled around to see Professor McGonagall rushing into the Slytherin common room, a scowl on her face and anger in her eyes.
\"Yes Minerva?\" came the silky reply. McGonagall stalked over to the two Slytherins and looked to Pansy with fury. Pansy had a guilty look on her face that she tried to hide as the older witch strode over.
\"You Miss Parkinson have a detention. With me if you do recall after your abominable behavior earlier today in class.\"
Hermione nearly gasped, thank her lucky bloody stars! McGonagall to the rescue! Minerva McGonagall is my hero. I\'m sending her a fruitbasket as soon as all of this is settled.
Hermione was mentally going over what things she\'d send to Minerva in the said fruit basket when Snape spoke lowly.
\"She\'s busy Minerva.\"
Fear clutched Hermione. NO NO NO you stupid dolt! Let her go! Come back to my house! I\'ll break it to you easily...I can\'t lose you.
\"She\'s required in my classroom to serve detention.\"
YES! Go Minerva! Severus, listen to her!
\"She\'s not to be languishing about in here, socializing and drinking t-.\"
\"But Professor McGon-\"
Pansy suddenly shot a look at a rigid Snape and Hermione could tell that he was suddenly livid. How stupid of Pansy…making her own house look bad.
\"Do not interrupt a Professor Miss Parkinson. Ever.\"
A bit of that prior power left her eyes and she silently nodded, looking to her hands.
\"Sorry Professor Snape.\"
Silence. Only Hermione\'s heart pounding could be heard to her. She covered her mouth to muffle the heavy breathing. She saw as Snape\'s long fingers tapped the side of the sofa, lazily tapping his fingers along as Minerva and Pansy awaited his decision.
\"You may take her Minerva.\"
Pansy stood angrily, looking to McGonagall and then back to Snape. \"I had to tell you something really quite important Professor.\"
\"Evidently it will have to wait until tomorrow. I have a pressing engagement.\"
Yes…me.
Hermione stood shakily and felt her heart sing, really. She still had time. She watched as Pansy was carted off to serve detention and tried to stifle a relieved laugh. She had still had a chance! She could tell Severus of the bet over dinner, explain it was all a mistake and hopefully he’d forgive her and they’d retire to the bedroom for…dessert. This all appeared a good plan, but one thing faltered the small smile on Hermione’s lips.
Would he forgive her?
She was still contemplating this formidable question darkly when his office door swung open and she came face to face with Severus.
He didn’t appear too happy to see her.