On a Hot Summer Night
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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21
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9,307
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42
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Chapter XX
[AN]Actually got to chapter 20. I'm impressed with myself. This is another short one, and I apologize. I have a plan of where the story is headed, which is completely different than I intended, but that's all right. I'm just happy to be writing a bit on the side again.[/AN]
The feeling of back in the institution that practically raised her was daunting again. To think that this might be her home. But then again…
She was in the Headmaster’s office. It was late, but she knew that Minerva would do anything for her. Especially when it came to her and Severus. She heard the old witch coming into the main room from what Hermione supposed was an adjacent bedroom and sat down in a guest chair. As soon as the Headmistress walked into the room Hermione spoke, not wanting to waste either of their time.
“I’ll be quick. Do you think it wise to pursue a relationship with Severus?”
“Follow your heart.”
With that she was gone. Hermione sneered behind the old woman’s back and quickly floo’ed herself to Severus’ chambers.
He was waiting for her. He knew that in her human life she was not one to wait around on a problem, but face it head on. He was reading the same book that she had picked up, although he had read it before. Perhaps he was trying to see why she chose it. As if she would be sending him some message through the tired intellectual words. He was getting fatigued. The sun would be rising shortly over Hogwarts, but he was safe in the dungeons. If it were not for classes he would never care to know what time of day it was. Just live his life for what it is day by day, however long he wanted the day to be.
The green flames in the fireplace startled him, especially since he was sitting facing them, although he was expecting her. The problem might be that he was no expecting her so soon. He was sure that it would take longer for her to make up her mind.
She smiled when she saw his face. Without even brushing herself off she ran into his lap and collapsed against him in a very heated kiss. A few droplets of blood were exchanged, and honestly, she could not tell whose they were, just that they enhanced the kiss much more than she had remembered. As if her memory of ‘that’ night was tainted and dull. Pulling herself off of him for a moment she sat in the chair that had basically become her own and stared seductively at him, her fang on the bottom of the lip.
“Well, that was an entrance.”
They both laughed a little, just enjoying and absorbing each other’s presence. Hermione finally spoke, determined and confident.
“I want you. And it took the disapproval of someone to understand that. Of one of my best friends. Two, actually. So that leaves two options. I personally, love Hogwarts…but. There’s always a ‘but’ about this place. I think it was because it was the school both of us went to. Anyway, I was thinking that we could move to America. I already work there and was heavily considering applying to the Department of Magical Affairs. You could work at any school there. The main reason I say we move is that we can be open about being vampires. Here we will both have to glamour ourselves constantly, and I for one, never want to do that. We can start over. Unless you’d rather be here. And if you do, I will stay. Because I can’t stand being apart from you.”
He looked at her lovingly for the first time. He also thought about what she had said. She said she wanted to be with him. Him. The greasy old bat. Well…a 25 year old looking vampire was more like it. But she didn’t want to stay in their homeland. Reasonable enough. Especially when their status as the ‘undead’ would be fine with the US government and people. He would have no trouble getting a job as a Professor at Salem, the East Coast ‘Hogwarts’, or Roswell the West Coast one. And with the ease of transportation there would be no reason that Hermione couldn’t work in Washington DC and he in Massachusetts and still be in the same home by dinner.
“You really are bloody brilliant.”
He pounced on her in the chair and began caressing her neck with his lips. This would be one night to celebrate.
The feeling of back in the institution that practically raised her was daunting again. To think that this might be her home. But then again…
She was in the Headmaster’s office. It was late, but she knew that Minerva would do anything for her. Especially when it came to her and Severus. She heard the old witch coming into the main room from what Hermione supposed was an adjacent bedroom and sat down in a guest chair. As soon as the Headmistress walked into the room Hermione spoke, not wanting to waste either of their time.
“I’ll be quick. Do you think it wise to pursue a relationship with Severus?”
“Follow your heart.”
With that she was gone. Hermione sneered behind the old woman’s back and quickly floo’ed herself to Severus’ chambers.
He was waiting for her. He knew that in her human life she was not one to wait around on a problem, but face it head on. He was reading the same book that she had picked up, although he had read it before. Perhaps he was trying to see why she chose it. As if she would be sending him some message through the tired intellectual words. He was getting fatigued. The sun would be rising shortly over Hogwarts, but he was safe in the dungeons. If it were not for classes he would never care to know what time of day it was. Just live his life for what it is day by day, however long he wanted the day to be.
The green flames in the fireplace startled him, especially since he was sitting facing them, although he was expecting her. The problem might be that he was no expecting her so soon. He was sure that it would take longer for her to make up her mind.
She smiled when she saw his face. Without even brushing herself off she ran into his lap and collapsed against him in a very heated kiss. A few droplets of blood were exchanged, and honestly, she could not tell whose they were, just that they enhanced the kiss much more than she had remembered. As if her memory of ‘that’ night was tainted and dull. Pulling herself off of him for a moment she sat in the chair that had basically become her own and stared seductively at him, her fang on the bottom of the lip.
“Well, that was an entrance.”
They both laughed a little, just enjoying and absorbing each other’s presence. Hermione finally spoke, determined and confident.
“I want you. And it took the disapproval of someone to understand that. Of one of my best friends. Two, actually. So that leaves two options. I personally, love Hogwarts…but. There’s always a ‘but’ about this place. I think it was because it was the school both of us went to. Anyway, I was thinking that we could move to America. I already work there and was heavily considering applying to the Department of Magical Affairs. You could work at any school there. The main reason I say we move is that we can be open about being vampires. Here we will both have to glamour ourselves constantly, and I for one, never want to do that. We can start over. Unless you’d rather be here. And if you do, I will stay. Because I can’t stand being apart from you.”
He looked at her lovingly for the first time. He also thought about what she had said. She said she wanted to be with him. Him. The greasy old bat. Well…a 25 year old looking vampire was more like it. But she didn’t want to stay in their homeland. Reasonable enough. Especially when their status as the ‘undead’ would be fine with the US government and people. He would have no trouble getting a job as a Professor at Salem, the East Coast ‘Hogwarts’, or Roswell the West Coast one. And with the ease of transportation there would be no reason that Hermione couldn’t work in Washington DC and he in Massachusetts and still be in the same home by dinner.
“You really are bloody brilliant.”
He pounced on her in the chair and began caressing her neck with his lips. This would be one night to celebrate.