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Tell Me I Didn't...
Beneath The Surface
By: Sharkdiver
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling. Thee NOe NOT MINE. I'm just borrowing them for a good time. No profit is being made from this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus Snape is currently researching a potion that could serve as protection from the effects of the Cruciatus curse. After Harry and Ron are sent to the Auror Academy, Albus Dumbledore arranges for Hermione Granger to assist in the research of this invaluable potion as an apprentice to Severus. Will they be able to overcome their differences for the greater good? (SS/HG)
AN: Thanks for the reviews! I've haven't gotten that many, but the few I have gotten were very sweet. Here is chapter three for you.
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Chapter 3 - Tell me I didn't...
Three hours later....
The bottle of fire whiskey was two thirds gone and still clutched tightly in Ron's hand. They had played several rounds of wizard's r; tr; the inevitable result was that every one of them was completely and utterly wasted.
Fred and George had long since passed out, Harry and Ron were just about there, and Hermione, who was very drunk but still able to function, decided she should retire. She giggled to herself as she stood on wobbly legs, trying to quietly leave the room so that she might collapse in her own bed. The whole room seemed to spin and blur and she felt a warm bubbly feeling in her head. She stepped out of the room and closed the door, sagging against it with a sigh. A familiar masculine scent invaded her nostrils and she knew immediately who it was...
"Professor Snape! What are you doing here?" She slurred as she moved toward the dark silhouette in the hall.
"Miss Granger, I should ask the same question to you. Isn't it past your bedtime?" Snape drawled, sarcasm dripping from his voice like venom.
She continued moving towards him and tripped, sending her tumbling directly into him. He caught her arms quickly to steady her, when he noticed the smell of fire whiskey that permeated her clothes. She buried her face in his chest and didn't attempt to move away.
"Mmmmm...." She moaned into his chest, "You smell so good..."
Severus' eyes widened, not expecting a comment like that to ever come out of her mouth. 'It must be the whiskey talking.' He thought to himself.
"Miss Granger, you are very obviously intoxicated. I think perhaps it is time for you to get yourself to bed." Snape spat with annoyance.
"My sentiments exactly, Profes..yo..you place or mine??" she said giggling as she attempted to snake her arms around his waist.
"Miss Granger! " he for once, seemed to be at a lost of words. The only emotions he could register were that of shock, and even though he didn't show it, amusement.
"I'm sorry, professor, I guess I should get to bed then." She said as she reached up quickly and planted a kiss on his lips. This was not a chaste kiss. It was the type of kiss that lovers share. She held him firmly, moving her lips over his as he stood still as a statue. After a moment to register his shock yet again, he threw caution to the wind and had just started to ease into her, allowing her access to his mouth when she so suddenly pulled away.
"Well, goodnight, Professor!" she said with a lopsided grin as she continued her trek down the hall to her room.
Severus stood there for what seemed like an eternity. 'What in the name of Merlin just happened?' He was completely flabbergasted that not only had she allowed herself to become intoxicated, which is something he never thought she'd do, but that she had just made a pass at him! And kissed him! He knew that despite any feelings she invoked in him, he would have to keep their relationship strictly professional. Dumbledore would not be pleased to find he was having a torrid affair wa sta student. 'A recently graduated student' he mused. He hoped and prayed to the wizards above that she wohavehave the grandest hangover possible and that she wouldn't remember this incident at all.
Somehow, he knew that was just too good to be true. Someone above seemed to want to smite him pretty badly.
***************
Hermione collapsed onto her bed with a groan as her head already began its vicious pounding. She lay down for approximately 2 minutes when she got "the spins" which she had heard about from the twins. She vaguely remembered one of them saying something about putting one foot on the floor. She firmly planted her bare foot on the carpet, and noted to herself that it didn't make one damn bit of difference. The room was still spinning; if anything, it was worse.
She felt the familiar lurch in her stomach, as she instinctively knew she was going to be ill. She struggled to her feet and bounded into the adjoining bathroom and retched. She felt like she'd been there for hours, resting her forehead against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl, when she remembered her encounter in the hallway.
'Oh Merlin! I can't believe I did that! I kissed Snape! Oh Gods, how humiliating! He will never let me live this down now. Bloody Hell!' she berated herself for her complete lack of intelligence earlier.
'Note to self, stay AWAY from fire whiskey from now on.' She sighed. Finally feeling her stomach se, sh, she curled into a ball on the cool tile of the bathroom floor and fell asleep.
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The next morning, Hermione woke to a loud crashing sound from the hall as she heard Molly Weasley shouting at the twins. No doubt she had found out about their escapades with the fire whiskey the night before. The next thing she noticed was the sharp pain in her head that seemed to pulsate rhythmically. Hermione Granger was hung over. She hauled herself up from her most wonderfully comfortable spot on the bathroom floor and padded into her room for something to change into after she showered.
The hot water felt good as she stood under it hoping to drown out the throbbing in her head and the awful sense of foreboding she felt about encountering Snape again. Facing Voldomort suddenly seemed like a piece of cake when she thought about how Snape would most likely humiliate her, not to mention he had probably told Dumbledore about her behavior.
She reached over and turned the nozzle, shutting off the glorious stream of water she had made refuge in for the last twenty minutes. As she stepped out of the claw-footed bath, she heard a knock on her door and Ginny Weasley asking if she was decent.
"Mione, are you almost ready for breakfast? Harry is downstairs, but Ron and the twins are still frightfully sick." She giggled taking in Hermione's pale appearance.
"Mione, you okay? You don't look so good. You weren't playing that stupid game with the boys last night, were you?" Ginny asked, disbelief written on her face that Hermione would ever do such a thing.
"Yeah Ginny, I did. I feel horrible too. I have a pounding headache, and I don't know if breakfast will sit too well." She rubbed her temple as she adjusted her bath towel around her.
"Just let me get dressed and I'll head down with you." She said as Ginny started to walk towards the door.
"Hey Ginny," Hermione caught herentiention before she could leave the room, "You haven't seen professor Snape hanging around this morning, have you?" Hermione asked nervously hoping she wouldn't have to face him.
"No, why? Dad said he left pretty late last night and probably wouldn't be back in a few days. Is there something you needed to speak to him about?" Ginny asked curiously.
"No!" Hermione cried a little loudly, causing Ginny's eyo wio widen at her outburst.
"No. I just didn't want to have to hear any snarky comments this morning from him about our little party last night. No Doubt everyone here knows by now. I heard your mum yelling on the other side of the house!" Hermione covered quickly knowing there was no way she could explain to Ginny what she had done.
"Oh, right." Ginny said a little more calmly as Hermione finished getting dressed.
"Well, let's go get breakfast." Hermione said to Ginny as she brought her hand up to rub her aching stomach, "Or at least a cup of tea." She added as she ushered Ginny out of the room and towards the staircase.
By: Sharkdiver
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling. Thee NOe NOT MINE. I'm just borrowing them for a good time. No profit is being made from this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus Snape is currently researching a potion that could serve as protection from the effects of the Cruciatus curse. After Harry and Ron are sent to the Auror Academy, Albus Dumbledore arranges for Hermione Granger to assist in the research of this invaluable potion as an apprentice to Severus. Will they be able to overcome their differences for the greater good? (SS/HG)
AN: Thanks for the reviews! I've haven't gotten that many, but the few I have gotten were very sweet. Here is chapter three for you.
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Chapter 3 - Tell me I didn't...
Three hours later....
The bottle of fire whiskey was two thirds gone and still clutched tightly in Ron's hand. They had played several rounds of wizard's r; tr; the inevitable result was that every one of them was completely and utterly wasted.
Fred and George had long since passed out, Harry and Ron were just about there, and Hermione, who was very drunk but still able to function, decided she should retire. She giggled to herself as she stood on wobbly legs, trying to quietly leave the room so that she might collapse in her own bed. The whole room seemed to spin and blur and she felt a warm bubbly feeling in her head. She stepped out of the room and closed the door, sagging against it with a sigh. A familiar masculine scent invaded her nostrils and she knew immediately who it was...
"Professor Snape! What are you doing here?" She slurred as she moved toward the dark silhouette in the hall.
"Miss Granger, I should ask the same question to you. Isn't it past your bedtime?" Snape drawled, sarcasm dripping from his voice like venom.
She continued moving towards him and tripped, sending her tumbling directly into him. He caught her arms quickly to steady her, when he noticed the smell of fire whiskey that permeated her clothes. She buried her face in his chest and didn't attempt to move away.
"Mmmmm...." She moaned into his chest, "You smell so good..."
Severus' eyes widened, not expecting a comment like that to ever come out of her mouth. 'It must be the whiskey talking.' He thought to himself.
"Miss Granger, you are very obviously intoxicated. I think perhaps it is time for you to get yourself to bed." Snape spat with annoyance.
"My sentiments exactly, Profes..yo..you place or mine??" she said giggling as she attempted to snake her arms around his waist.
"Miss Granger! " he for once, seemed to be at a lost of words. The only emotions he could register were that of shock, and even though he didn't show it, amusement.
"I'm sorry, professor, I guess I should get to bed then." She said as she reached up quickly and planted a kiss on his lips. This was not a chaste kiss. It was the type of kiss that lovers share. She held him firmly, moving her lips over his as he stood still as a statue. After a moment to register his shock yet again, he threw caution to the wind and had just started to ease into her, allowing her access to his mouth when she so suddenly pulled away.
"Well, goodnight, Professor!" she said with a lopsided grin as she continued her trek down the hall to her room.
Severus stood there for what seemed like an eternity. 'What in the name of Merlin just happened?' He was completely flabbergasted that not only had she allowed herself to become intoxicated, which is something he never thought she'd do, but that she had just made a pass at him! And kissed him! He knew that despite any feelings she invoked in him, he would have to keep their relationship strictly professional. Dumbledore would not be pleased to find he was having a torrid affair wa sta student. 'A recently graduated student' he mused. He hoped and prayed to the wizards above that she wohavehave the grandest hangover possible and that she wouldn't remember this incident at all.
Somehow, he knew that was just too good to be true. Someone above seemed to want to smite him pretty badly.
***************
Hermione collapsed onto her bed with a groan as her head already began its vicious pounding. She lay down for approximately 2 minutes when she got "the spins" which she had heard about from the twins. She vaguely remembered one of them saying something about putting one foot on the floor. She firmly planted her bare foot on the carpet, and noted to herself that it didn't make one damn bit of difference. The room was still spinning; if anything, it was worse.
She felt the familiar lurch in her stomach, as she instinctively knew she was going to be ill. She struggled to her feet and bounded into the adjoining bathroom and retched. She felt like she'd been there for hours, resting her forehead against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl, when she remembered her encounter in the hallway.
'Oh Merlin! I can't believe I did that! I kissed Snape! Oh Gods, how humiliating! He will never let me live this down now. Bloody Hell!' she berated herself for her complete lack of intelligence earlier.
'Note to self, stay AWAY from fire whiskey from now on.' She sighed. Finally feeling her stomach se, sh, she curled into a ball on the cool tile of the bathroom floor and fell asleep.
***************
The next morning, Hermione woke to a loud crashing sound from the hall as she heard Molly Weasley shouting at the twins. No doubt she had found out about their escapades with the fire whiskey the night before. The next thing she noticed was the sharp pain in her head that seemed to pulsate rhythmically. Hermione Granger was hung over. She hauled herself up from her most wonderfully comfortable spot on the bathroom floor and padded into her room for something to change into after she showered.
The hot water felt good as she stood under it hoping to drown out the throbbing in her head and the awful sense of foreboding she felt about encountering Snape again. Facing Voldomort suddenly seemed like a piece of cake when she thought about how Snape would most likely humiliate her, not to mention he had probably told Dumbledore about her behavior.
She reached over and turned the nozzle, shutting off the glorious stream of water she had made refuge in for the last twenty minutes. As she stepped out of the claw-footed bath, she heard a knock on her door and Ginny Weasley asking if she was decent.
"Mione, are you almost ready for breakfast? Harry is downstairs, but Ron and the twins are still frightfully sick." She giggled taking in Hermione's pale appearance.
"Mione, you okay? You don't look so good. You weren't playing that stupid game with the boys last night, were you?" Ginny asked, disbelief written on her face that Hermione would ever do such a thing.
"Yeah Ginny, I did. I feel horrible too. I have a pounding headache, and I don't know if breakfast will sit too well." She rubbed her temple as she adjusted her bath towel around her.
"Just let me get dressed and I'll head down with you." She said as Ginny started to walk towards the door.
"Hey Ginny," Hermione caught herentiention before she could leave the room, "You haven't seen professor Snape hanging around this morning, have you?" Hermione asked nervously hoping she wouldn't have to face him.
"No, why? Dad said he left pretty late last night and probably wouldn't be back in a few days. Is there something you needed to speak to him about?" Ginny asked curiously.
"No!" Hermione cried a little loudly, causing Ginny's eyo wio widen at her outburst.
"No. I just didn't want to have to hear any snarky comments this morning from him about our little party last night. No Doubt everyone here knows by now. I heard your mum yelling on the other side of the house!" Hermione covered quickly knowing there was no way she could explain to Ginny what she had done.
"Oh, right." Ginny said a little more calmly as Hermione finished getting dressed.
"Well, let's go get breakfast." Hermione said to Ginny as she brought her hand up to rub her aching stomach, "Or at least a cup of tea." She added as she ushered Ginny out of the room and towards the staircase.