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Chapter 3
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Once she had righted her shoes, Hermione braced her hands against Severus’s shoulders and heaved him off of her.
“What do you think you’re doing?”Hermione said with her most whithering scorn. She should have known better than to think that it would affect her old Potion’s Master, though.
He stood less than a foot away from her, and answered, still breathing hard, “Grabbing you, kissing you, possibly angling for a grope, a shag,”He shrugged.
“And you think I’m that easy? What, like a dungeon is your idea of romance?”
He tilted his head back. “I heard you had a crush on me when you were a student, so I didn’t think you’d particularly mind. Besides, Miss Granger, you’re amazingly hot.”
Hermione had to consciously deepen the pitch of her voice so it would be audible to the human ear. Her friends teased her about going squeaky when she was outraged.
“And that’s it? Just because I’m all over magazines now, you think you can just take whatever you want? And what—so I wasn’t hot while I was just smart and a hero? And you’d rather grab me to make out in a- a- a closet,” she waved her arm at the office where they were standing, “than have a decent conversation?”
“Of course. I had plenty of conversations with you while you were a student. Back then you were my student, so I wasn’t supposed to think you were…”Before he could finish, Hermione had tu aro around and was reaching for the doorknob. “Oh, that’s locked. We’ll probably be stuck in here all night.”
Indeed, when she tried to open the door, it did not budge.
“Get comfy, we’re not going anywhere.” The corner of Severus’s mouth curled into a smirk.
Hermione pulled her wand out and undid the locking spell. She shot him a look of pure disgust before walking out of the office. “If I’m ever looking for a grope and a shag, I’ll send and owl.” The door slammed shut after her and Severus was left alone.
They were kindred spirits, he and Hermione. He had thought that from her first year, and not many students earned that honor from him. In her student days, he had felt protective of her, and often extra brual to mask that, since she was an over-intelligent ugly duckling as he had been. Of course, he had been mercilessly abused by the cool kids and she was best friends with them, and his first action upon graduating was devoting himself to evil while hers was defeating evil and growing a face and figure that populated the fantasies of wizards around the world and caused witches to start diets and buy face crèmes. Despite these surface differences, along with theurd urd disparity between their ages, earnings and level of cultural influence, as Sas Severus’s intention to remind England’s ‘It’ girl just who her soul mate really was. Even though he was a greasy git and had just been a brute to her. Even though he had learned most of what he knew about romance from Lucius Malfoy. Even though it was unlikely he would ever hear from her again.
As it turned out, the next time Severus heard from Hermione was much sooner than he expected at that moment. In fact, it was just later that week. For him, the week passed almost exactly as most weeks passed, he taught his classes, made kids cry and snarled at anyone who smiled at him.
For Hermione, the week was also fairly typical. She was scheduled for fittings for a runway show of John Gaolliano’s spring line. As she was being helped into the fuck-me heels and the black leather pants fitted with straps and buckles, the vinyl bra and the red eyeshadow, she thought of her old Potion Master. He would probably see her in this outfit if he followed her career at all, and he probably did, the old pervert. What would he think of her, in all this bondage-inspired couture? He probably wouldn’t care at all about the “couture”part and would only notice that she was wearing the kind of outfit people use to get tied up and fucked.
A man with an American accent and affected all-white hair tied a dried-blood-red scarf around her neck and told her it was to hide the vampire bite marks. He snapped his teeth at her. God, fashion people were weird. l, il, it reminded her of Severus, and the times that she and Harry and Ron had imagined that he was a vampire. She rubbed her entirely unmarked neck. She could use a few hickies.
The next day, Hermione still couldn’t get her old potion master out of her head. It really was too bad she couldn’t let him just have her there in that dungeon office. Of course, she had fantiasized about something like that happening a thousand times when she had been a student, and maybe a few times since then. If he hadn’t fantasized about it before, he certainly would start once her runway shots were published in the magazines. Too bad it wasn’t the kind of thing she could do.
The day after that, Hermione couldn’t stop wishing that she was the kind of person who would make a booty-call. It wasn’t like she was dating anyone. After all, she wasn’t the same inhibited little girl she had been as a seventeen-year-old. No one would ever need to know. Besides, she had always wondered what Snape would be like in bed.
Hermione scrawled “Grope? Shag? H.G.” on a sheet of paper, folded it up and tied it to her owl’s leg. As she watched the owl wing his way toward the horizon, she wondered when she would find a man who would be more than a lover and more than a friend. There had been a time when she thought Severus could be that man, but it seemed he wasn’t after all.
I hope you like the new chapter. There will be more about Harry later, none in the chapter.
Once she had righted her shoes, Hermione braced her hands against Severus’s shoulders and heaved him off of her.
“What do you think you’re doing?”Hermione said with her most whithering scorn. She should have known better than to think that it would affect her old Potion’s Master, though.
He stood less than a foot away from her, and answered, still breathing hard, “Grabbing you, kissing you, possibly angling for a grope, a shag,”He shrugged.
“And you think I’m that easy? What, like a dungeon is your idea of romance?”
He tilted his head back. “I heard you had a crush on me when you were a student, so I didn’t think you’d particularly mind. Besides, Miss Granger, you’re amazingly hot.”
Hermione had to consciously deepen the pitch of her voice so it would be audible to the human ear. Her friends teased her about going squeaky when she was outraged.
“And that’s it? Just because I’m all over magazines now, you think you can just take whatever you want? And what—so I wasn’t hot while I was just smart and a hero? And you’d rather grab me to make out in a- a- a closet,” she waved her arm at the office where they were standing, “than have a decent conversation?”
“Of course. I had plenty of conversations with you while you were a student. Back then you were my student, so I wasn’t supposed to think you were…”Before he could finish, Hermione had tu aro around and was reaching for the doorknob. “Oh, that’s locked. We’ll probably be stuck in here all night.”
Indeed, when she tried to open the door, it did not budge.
“Get comfy, we’re not going anywhere.” The corner of Severus’s mouth curled into a smirk.
Hermione pulled her wand out and undid the locking spell. She shot him a look of pure disgust before walking out of the office. “If I’m ever looking for a grope and a shag, I’ll send and owl.” The door slammed shut after her and Severus was left alone.
They were kindred spirits, he and Hermione. He had thought that from her first year, and not many students earned that honor from him. In her student days, he had felt protective of her, and often extra brual to mask that, since she was an over-intelligent ugly duckling as he had been. Of course, he had been mercilessly abused by the cool kids and she was best friends with them, and his first action upon graduating was devoting himself to evil while hers was defeating evil and growing a face and figure that populated the fantasies of wizards around the world and caused witches to start diets and buy face crèmes. Despite these surface differences, along with theurd urd disparity between their ages, earnings and level of cultural influence, as Sas Severus’s intention to remind England’s ‘It’ girl just who her soul mate really was. Even though he was a greasy git and had just been a brute to her. Even though he had learned most of what he knew about romance from Lucius Malfoy. Even though it was unlikely he would ever hear from her again.
As it turned out, the next time Severus heard from Hermione was much sooner than he expected at that moment. In fact, it was just later that week. For him, the week passed almost exactly as most weeks passed, he taught his classes, made kids cry and snarled at anyone who smiled at him.
For Hermione, the week was also fairly typical. She was scheduled for fittings for a runway show of John Gaolliano’s spring line. As she was being helped into the fuck-me heels and the black leather pants fitted with straps and buckles, the vinyl bra and the red eyeshadow, she thought of her old Potion Master. He would probably see her in this outfit if he followed her career at all, and he probably did, the old pervert. What would he think of her, in all this bondage-inspired couture? He probably wouldn’t care at all about the “couture”part and would only notice that she was wearing the kind of outfit people use to get tied up and fucked.
A man with an American accent and affected all-white hair tied a dried-blood-red scarf around her neck and told her it was to hide the vampire bite marks. He snapped his teeth at her. God, fashion people were weird. l, il, it reminded her of Severus, and the times that she and Harry and Ron had imagined that he was a vampire. She rubbed her entirely unmarked neck. She could use a few hickies.
The next day, Hermione still couldn’t get her old potion master out of her head. It really was too bad she couldn’t let him just have her there in that dungeon office. Of course, she had fantiasized about something like that happening a thousand times when she had been a student, and maybe a few times since then. If he hadn’t fantasized about it before, he certainly would start once her runway shots were published in the magazines. Too bad it wasn’t the kind of thing she could do.
The day after that, Hermione couldn’t stop wishing that she was the kind of person who would make a booty-call. It wasn’t like she was dating anyone. After all, she wasn’t the same inhibited little girl she had been as a seventeen-year-old. No one would ever need to know. Besides, she had always wondered what Snape would be like in bed.
Hermione scrawled “Grope? Shag? H.G.” on a sheet of paper, folded it up and tied it to her owl’s leg. As she watched the owl wing his way toward the horizon, she wondered when she would find a man who would be more than a lover and more than a friend. There had been a time when she thought Severus could be that man, but it seemed he wasn’t after all.