A Heart After All
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
17,152
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46
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The Kiss
chapter three... a little OOC here but unfortunately my martial arts sensei is like our Severus in every way, apart from the fact that he`s a little more open... so I keep writing it as if its him... grrr!
cheers to my beta, snapesbbwlover!
peace n love
Sev xxx
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Noticing that Hermione wasn`t at dinner that night, Severus ate quickly, excusing himself and leaving the great hall early. He may not expect great things to come of this evening, but he was going to be spending time with the object of his affections and he wanted to look his best. He made his way quickly to his dungeon lair. Making sure that the door was firmly bolted, he stood in front of the mirror, pointed his wand at his hair and muttered \"Scourgify\", cleaning his now slightly greasy hair. Then he frowned, pointed his wand at his hair again and muttered yet another latin phrase, magically binding his long hair back into a ponytail. He stared blankly into the mirror for a few seconds before it had the cheek to make a wisecrack about his appearance.
He threw his head back and started to laugh. Here he was, Severus Snape, ex Death Eater and feared professor of potions, standing in front of a mirror trying to do his hair so that he would look nice for a girl!! He moved towards the bedroom, still laughing at himself. What would the students say if they saw him now!!!
He pulled a black tracksuit with white stripes down the sleeves and legs from his closet, laughing as he saw the word emblazoned across the chest, \"Adidas\". He`d had this particular tracksuit for three years now... but he still couldn`t understand what had possessed his dear darling brother to give him a muggle tracksuit that one Christmas. Every time he took the tracksuit out he at least smiled, remembering the stupid look on his brother`s face as he`d given him the package. Severus sighed, poor Silvius*... yet another innocent victim of the war, once tall, strong and healthy and now in St Mungo`s. He was grateful that his little brother had never gotten into the Dark Arts like he had.
He finished dressing and looked up at the clock... eight thirty... early. It couldn`t hurt to go and work out on his own for a while, now could it? Snape shoved his feet into his trainers and headed for the tower, taking the longer route to avoid being seen by any students, who he was sure would have a field day if they saw their mean and nasty potions professor calmly walking through the corridors dressed in an Adidas tracksuit with his hair tied back.
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At nine p.m. he was busy slamming his fists and feet into the red leather punching bag when Hermione opened the door. She stepped out of her shoes and joined him on the mats.
Snape looked at her. Her curvy, womanly figure clearly visible in the dark blue sweat pants and white vest thae wae was wearing, her long hair pulled back from her face and a few errant strands flying loose around her face. Snape had never seen her looking sexier.
He began by teaching her to hit properly. At first her punches were weak and lacked any real substance, but by ten o clock she was punching like a pro. Snape flinched as he wondered what sort of monster he had unleashed on an unsuspecting world.
They dried off and Hermione turned to her professor.
\"Goodnight professor,\"
Severus Snape, once a hardened Dark Wizard, gulped as he looked at the small figure in front of him. He had faceduatiuations far worse than the one he was in now, but somehow this seemed ten times as bad as standing before an angry Voldemort. Please, Snape silently prayed, courage, don`t fail me now.
\"Goodnight..... Hermione.\"
Hermione had started towards the door but now she stopped. Turning slowly towards the dark eyed man behind her she asked,
\"What did you call me?\" He looked up and his eyes met hers.
\"Hermione.\"
She remained frozen to the spot as he advanced on her, something that in the past she would have found menacing, but now it just aroused her. She felt his hands run around her waist, pulling her towards him. She gasped and gave in to his touch, snaking her arms around his neck in return, completely surrendering to the dark eyed, handsome man who was holding her.
\"I called you Hermione, and you are the most beautiful woman Ifve ever seen!\" Snape pulled her into a deep kiss, tasting her rosy pink lips and pulling her tighter against him. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and moaned softly as she opened her mouth and her tongue joined his.
After a few moments he pulled away. Running his forefinger softly over her well kissed lips and leaning his forehead against hers he muttered, \"Wow!\" Hermione giggled.
\"You can do that again if you want, professor!\"
Severus looked down at the beauty in his arms.
\"My name is Severus, and don`t you ever forget it!\"
*A name from \"As You Like It\" by William Shakespeare.
cheers to my beta, snapesbbwlover!
peace n love
Sev xxx
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Noticing that Hermione wasn`t at dinner that night, Severus ate quickly, excusing himself and leaving the great hall early. He may not expect great things to come of this evening, but he was going to be spending time with the object of his affections and he wanted to look his best. He made his way quickly to his dungeon lair. Making sure that the door was firmly bolted, he stood in front of the mirror, pointed his wand at his hair and muttered \"Scourgify\", cleaning his now slightly greasy hair. Then he frowned, pointed his wand at his hair again and muttered yet another latin phrase, magically binding his long hair back into a ponytail. He stared blankly into the mirror for a few seconds before it had the cheek to make a wisecrack about his appearance.
He threw his head back and started to laugh. Here he was, Severus Snape, ex Death Eater and feared professor of potions, standing in front of a mirror trying to do his hair so that he would look nice for a girl!! He moved towards the bedroom, still laughing at himself. What would the students say if they saw him now!!!
He pulled a black tracksuit with white stripes down the sleeves and legs from his closet, laughing as he saw the word emblazoned across the chest, \"Adidas\". He`d had this particular tracksuit for three years now... but he still couldn`t understand what had possessed his dear darling brother to give him a muggle tracksuit that one Christmas. Every time he took the tracksuit out he at least smiled, remembering the stupid look on his brother`s face as he`d given him the package. Severus sighed, poor Silvius*... yet another innocent victim of the war, once tall, strong and healthy and now in St Mungo`s. He was grateful that his little brother had never gotten into the Dark Arts like he had.
He finished dressing and looked up at the clock... eight thirty... early. It couldn`t hurt to go and work out on his own for a while, now could it? Snape shoved his feet into his trainers and headed for the tower, taking the longer route to avoid being seen by any students, who he was sure would have a field day if they saw their mean and nasty potions professor calmly walking through the corridors dressed in an Adidas tracksuit with his hair tied back.
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At nine p.m. he was busy slamming his fists and feet into the red leather punching bag when Hermione opened the door. She stepped out of her shoes and joined him on the mats.
Snape looked at her. Her curvy, womanly figure clearly visible in the dark blue sweat pants and white vest thae wae was wearing, her long hair pulled back from her face and a few errant strands flying loose around her face. Snape had never seen her looking sexier.
He began by teaching her to hit properly. At first her punches were weak and lacked any real substance, but by ten o clock she was punching like a pro. Snape flinched as he wondered what sort of monster he had unleashed on an unsuspecting world.
They dried off and Hermione turned to her professor.
\"Goodnight professor,\"
Severus Snape, once a hardened Dark Wizard, gulped as he looked at the small figure in front of him. He had faceduatiuations far worse than the one he was in now, but somehow this seemed ten times as bad as standing before an angry Voldemort. Please, Snape silently prayed, courage, don`t fail me now.
\"Goodnight..... Hermione.\"
Hermione had started towards the door but now she stopped. Turning slowly towards the dark eyed man behind her she asked,
\"What did you call me?\" He looked up and his eyes met hers.
\"Hermione.\"
She remained frozen to the spot as he advanced on her, something that in the past she would have found menacing, but now it just aroused her. She felt his hands run around her waist, pulling her towards him. She gasped and gave in to his touch, snaking her arms around his neck in return, completely surrendering to the dark eyed, handsome man who was holding her.
\"I called you Hermione, and you are the most beautiful woman Ifve ever seen!\" Snape pulled her into a deep kiss, tasting her rosy pink lips and pulling her tighter against him. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and moaned softly as she opened her mouth and her tongue joined his.
After a few moments he pulled away. Running his forefinger softly over her well kissed lips and leaning his forehead against hers he muttered, \"Wow!\" Hermione giggled.
\"You can do that again if you want, professor!\"
Severus looked down at the beauty in his arms.
\"My name is Severus, and don`t you ever forget it!\"
*A name from \"As You Like It\" by William Shakespeare.