Obsession

A/N: Well here it is you asked for it and if you keep me fat and happy feeding me all those reviews, I may just post some more. *Grins* HUGE THANKS to Dryad for edits. (*)(*)(*)


Slytherin Cunning.

The ministry had finally presented Hermione with an offer that interested her greatly.

Apparently a new department had been created; she was going to be a part of the new team, R.O.A.M. (Rese On On All Magic.)

It was a godsend really; she was having a terrible time trying to pick one field of magic to pursue. When the ministry contacted her with news of their new department and offered her a place on the team, She had been elated. She would be able to quench her thirst for knowledge and get paid for it, further her studies, research some of the more obscure subjects and experiment until her heart’s content. She couldn’t wait.


Severus couldn’t believe it; he was finally leaving Hogwarts. His conversation two weeks ago with the headmaster had gone better than he expected.

He had gone in there and given a long speech, determined to coce Ace Albus that he had done all he could to atone for his past ‘indiscretions’ and that he could do more to help the Wizarding world if he were to leave Hogwarts behind him and enter into research.

The headmaster had just sat there for a good five minutes, twinkling madly away, before he replied wi“Sev“Severus, I had never meant to make you feel as if you owed me a debt. The fact that you saw the error of your ways all those years ago was enough for me to forgive you. I am delighted that you have finally decided to forgive yourself.”

He remembered scowling at the headmaster’s words thinking that the old wizard had finally gone from falling slowly into dementia, to landing with a resounding thunk and splash he bhe bottom of that well. But at his next words he had worn his usual mask of indifference.

“Am I correct in assuming, that this research endeavour will be entirely seundeunded?”

He had told Albus that due to the endless funds left in his possession and being the only Snape heir left in the family. He thought it was only fitting, that since his families actions had only been of ill intent, that he put the galleons to the use of good.
To which Albus replied. “Well maybe you would consider contacting the ministry about your p I b I believe they would be interested in teaming you up with other intelligent scholars, who would like to pursue their interest in research.”

The way it had turned out was better than he could have asked for; he did indeed contact the ministry. When they learned that this endeavour was to be fully self funded, they had offered him an entire floor to work from and the pick of the Wizarding world’s youngest and brightest wizards and witches, to assist him in his goal.

When he received that owl he had laughed out loud heartedly, his rich baritone laugh bouncing around the dungeon walls.

They must have considered him a fool if they thought he had no idea what they were up to. He was after all an ex-death-eater, head of Slytherin house and a Slytherin himself to the core.

He responded with a drawn up contract stating that, any breakthroughs and discoveries made would be patent and owny thy the individual who made them. Also, that he would be running his department with no outside interference from the ministry personnel and he sent a list of people he would find up to par for placements amongst his team.

One major requirement was that if they could not secure Miss Granger’s place amongst that list, then he would be revoking his offer to work within the ministry in this endeavour.

It had taken four days to hear from them after that and he was feeling slightly nervous about the volume of demands he had made.

When the owl had finally arrived he had found that thed agd agreed to all of his stipulations, they then went on to apologise profusely about the time it took to reply. Saying that they had been trying to get Miss Granger to commit to working within the ministry for a good six months and had been awaiting her reply upon their latest offer. To which they were proud to say, they had finally managed to get her to agree.

He was wearing the utmost sinister smirk across his features at the moment. If anyone had of been in the room, they would have run for their lives. He looked like the epitome of evil.

‘Soon’ he thought, soon he wouldn’t have to admire Hermione from afar; soon he would have her working right along side him where she belonged.


Hermione was making her final rounds of the castles halls. This would be the last time she would walk these corridors.

Hermione was feeling extremelntimntimental at the moment; she had knocked back quiet a few alcoholic concoctions in the common room in honour of their final night at Hogwarts, she didn’t usually partake in anything so juvenile.

But between her best friends Harry and Ron nagging her to let her hair down for a change, and the fact that she really didn’t have to study, she gave a warm chuckle and caved in.


Severus had been following her for half an hour; he noticed that she appeared uncharacteristically dishevelled.

He had heard the ruckus coming from the Gryffindors comroomroom and realized the seventh years were partying up their last night in the castle. That was when he realized she was drunk and with the walking around she was doing, it wnly nly serving to enhance her intoxication by way of circulation.

This had him slightly worried. From the looks of her dragging her feet she didn’t drink often and she had started to stumble a little bit.

He ducked behind a suit of armour when she came to seat herself on a window ledge. He could see her sitting there against a starry backdrop. With the moon creating an ethereal glow around her body and he had never seen her look so forlorn and beautiful all at the same time.

She turned and faced the calming night sky with a small sigh.

He didn’t know whame ame over him in that moment because all of sudden, he was standing right behind her. The smell of vanilla was invading his senses; it was such a warm and welcoming aroma. That he found himself reaching for her shining locks, believing them to be the source of the exquisite scent.

At that very moment he was pulled from his self induced trance. When the object of his obsession turned abruptly and greeted him quietly.


“Hello Professor, making rounds?”

He cleared his throaforefore he answered, mainly to sweep the befuddlement from his mind.

“No, not really Miss Granger, just stretching my legs. But that’s not to say that I would not delight in the chance to remove house points,my fmy final night in the castle.”

Through Hermione’s alcohol induced haze she managed to come to the conclusion that one, Professor Snape was talking civilly to her ‘on her final night, figures.’ Two, she was fairly certain that he had just made a joke ‘well it is the Wizarding world, stranger things have happened.’ and three, her dour potions master was leaving Hogwarts.

“Going on holidays professor?”

“Nooo,” He drew his reply out, as he sat upon the windows ledge next to her.

“I have decided that I no longer hold a ……. Passion, for teaching and have decided to end my time here at Hogwarts.”

“Oooh, oh I’m sorry to hear that Professor.”

“Well you would be the only student to think so Miss Granger.”

Hermione let a chuckle escape past her lips at his words.

“Your probably right Professor.” After which she quickly placed a hand over her mouth, cursing the fact that alcohol provided you with a loose tongue.

Severus found her embarrassment completely endearing, her eyes were wide and her cheeks were flushed crimson. He could tell she was awaiting a reprimand for her outburst.

He chuckled to himself at that thought alone, how could he berate the goddess before him? When he considered her his equal. He waved a hand at her dismissively and said, “Do not fear Miss Granger, I find your alcohol induced slip quite refreshing.”


At those words she looked at the stone floor and blushed even harder, if that was even possible. He knew she had been drinking.

Until she realized she wasn’t going to be taken to task and thought it was best to take advantage of the potion master’s, unusually relaxed mood.

She turned upon him wearing a warm sincere smile that made his heart leap and his breath catch. Oh, how he had longed for her to look at him like that.

“Sir?”

“Hmmm.”

Was his only reply, he had no idea what she was about to ask or say, he still wasn’t able to form words after seeing that smile.

“I… I just wanted to thank you for everything that you have done for me.”

“Malfoy?”

“Yeees, but not just that. Merlin knows I am thankful for that. I… I was talking about your work for the Order sir.”

Severus was a little stunned no one but Albus had acknowledged the suffering and risks he took to go to those vile meetings and revels. She was the last person he had expecto reo recognize his actions.

“I did what I had to do Miss Granger.”

There was a stretch of silence that felt like an eternity, but realistically lasted all of about sixty seconds. When he heard a tentative.

“Sir?”

He let out a sigh, he wasn’t sure he could take much more of this self induced torture, he was hard pressed not to sweep her off to his rooms and shag her senseless as it was.

“Yes Miss Granger?”

“I… I just wanted to say also… that… sir…”

“Spit it out girl, you sound like Longbottom.”

It came out more harshly than he intended, but by Merlin he was ready to just grab her.

“I… It has been my honour to learn my craft from such an accomplished and gifted master and I… I just wanted to say thank you for that also.”

He looked a little dazed and she took this opportunity to make her retreat, she was going to die of embarrassment in the morning she just knew it, so with a quick, “Goodnight sir.” And a soft affectionate kiss on his cheek, she hastily made her way; face burning, back to her rooms.


He didn’t even see her walk away. Time for him had come to a stand still, the moment her lips had touched his cheek.

His fingers found their way to where her lips were only a few moments ago, they had been warm and soft. She wasn’t too quick about it either he noticed, it wasn’t just a peck on the cheek--it was a genuine sign of affection.

He realized with sadness; that no one had ever touched him with such a sincere sign of affection, not since he had been a little boy.

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