The ONE
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,016
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
Hermione wasn’t leaving her room the whole day. She was too afraid to meet Snape.
What would he think of her now?
…Standing half naked in a house that was not even her home…
She had been so stupid! On a day like this…there were probably even more guests present than Snape.
Severus Snape.
He was really living up to his name.
She had studied the old languages last year. Greek and Latin were the basics of the whole wizard world, of course.
Severus, a, um. Adjective. Strict, bad.
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What would he say?
She tried to calm herself down. She would just try to ignore him. There were enough people at the Burrow tonight…..at least she hoped there would….
In the summer holidays many people were studying hard (she sighed-probably not many…) and others were visiting friends and relatives or going to other countries. There had also been the chance of going on a Beauxbatons – exchange this summer. Harry wasn’t allowed to go (the French were too afraid of the Harry-Voldemort incidents) and that was why Ron and Hermione also stayed in England. Harry was their best friend and they would never leave him alone (especially not with the Dursley’s).
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Hermione looked at her watch. She was already late.
She did some quick make-up and hair spells and pulled her short black dress on. She looked at the mirror in front her and was happy with her reflection. She definitely looked gorgeous tonight. She sighed. Hopefully someone else would notice.
HE had to notice her! …Whoever HE was… and wherever!
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8.00 pm.
Hermione made her way down to the ‘party-rooms’. Her high-heels were not as uncomfortable as she thought they would be.
She realized about 50 people standing randomly in the living room that seemed bigger without all the furniture.
‘Good’, she thought. ‘NO Snape tonight …..’
Hopefully.
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After 2 hours, a long conversation with Remus about the role of werewolves in society and a couple of drinks (mostly juice but she managed to get some more champagne than the others), Hermione made her way to the toilets. Her face needed a new make-up spell and she was exhausted from all the drinking and talking.
She was alone when she came out of the bathroom door and started to walk down the long dark corridor.
Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder and whirled her around.
She screamed but realized that some sort of spell was preventing it.
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She was looking into a pair of black eyes.
Seconds seemed to be minutes.
Minutes seemed to be hours.
Her legs were jelly.
He was holding her. Holding her so tight that she couldn’t breath.
She wasn’t able to move but didn’t want to either.
Was this the One?
She wouldn’t let him go if he was.
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Their lips were so close now that she smelled the scent of his breath.
She wanted this scent to be on her.
Hermione’s head slowly went forward.
Suddenly the dark man’s lips were on hers.
She groaned when he parted her lips with his tongue and entered.
There mouths seemed to fit perfectly.
His kiss was wild and passionate and Hermione couldn’t but answer.
She parted her lips more and used her own tongue to explore his mouth.
A groan came from deep of his body.
Hermione wasn’t leaving her room the whole day. She was too afraid to meet Snape.
What would he think of her now?
…Standing half naked in a house that was not even her home…
She had been so stupid! On a day like this…there were probably even more guests present than Snape.
Severus Snape.
He was really living up to his name.
She had studied the old languages last year. Greek and Latin were the basics of the whole wizard world, of course.
Severus, a, um. Adjective. Strict, bad.
-----
What would he say?
She tried to calm herself down. She would just try to ignore him. There were enough people at the Burrow tonight…..at least she hoped there would….
In the summer holidays many people were studying hard (she sighed-probably not many…) and others were visiting friends and relatives or going to other countries. There had also been the chance of going on a Beauxbatons – exchange this summer. Harry wasn’t allowed to go (the French were too afraid of the Harry-Voldemort incidents) and that was why Ron and Hermione also stayed in England. Harry was their best friend and they would never leave him alone (especially not with the Dursley’s).
------
Hermione looked at her watch. She was already late.
She did some quick make-up and hair spells and pulled her short black dress on. She looked at the mirror in front her and was happy with her reflection. She definitely looked gorgeous tonight. She sighed. Hopefully someone else would notice.
HE had to notice her! …Whoever HE was… and wherever!
-------
8.00 pm.
Hermione made her way down to the ‘party-rooms’. Her high-heels were not as uncomfortable as she thought they would be.
She realized about 50 people standing randomly in the living room that seemed bigger without all the furniture.
‘Good’, she thought. ‘NO Snape tonight …..’
Hopefully.
---------------
After 2 hours, a long conversation with Remus about the role of werewolves in society and a couple of drinks (mostly juice but she managed to get some more champagne than the others), Hermione made her way to the toilets. Her face needed a new make-up spell and she was exhausted from all the drinking and talking.
She was alone when she came out of the bathroom door and started to walk down the long dark corridor.
Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder and whirled her around.
She screamed but realized that some sort of spell was preventing it.
----
She was looking into a pair of black eyes.
Seconds seemed to be minutes.
Minutes seemed to be hours.
Her legs were jelly.
He was holding her. Holding her so tight that she couldn’t breath.
She wasn’t able to move but didn’t want to either.
Was this the One?
She wouldn’t let him go if he was.
----
Their lips were so close now that she smelled the scent of his breath.
She wanted this scent to be on her.
Hermione’s head slowly went forward.
Suddenly the dark man’s lips were on hers.
She groaned when he parted her lips with his tongue and entered.
There mouths seemed to fit perfectly.
His kiss was wild and passionate and Hermione couldn’t but answer.
She parted her lips more and used her own tongue to explore his mouth.
A groan came from deep of his body.