Snape's Discovery
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7,857
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Discovered
Disclamer: i do not own anything i\'m a poor college student! they do belong to JKR!!! this is only for fun, no money!
Snape\'s Discovery
By: Bree McGregor
Snape was amazed that the meeting only lasted just over an hour. Some of the other professors were going out for a few drinks, and as always, invited him along and as always, he declined. He then apparated from the gates of Hogwarts to Hermione’s guest room.
The first thing he heard were two voices coming from the living room he pulled out his wand knowing no one else should be there. He stealthily opened the door and silently made his way to the opening that led to the living room. There he saw Hermiond Mnd Miss Demoraes, a Ravenclaw that had graduated three years ago. He figured she must be attending the same university.
“WOW Hermione! I didn’t know you had a thing for Snape?”
“OHH move over!” Hermione said as she pushed Patricia out of the chair so she could sit down. Her friend gave up the chair willingly with a huge smile on her face and started to read over her shoulder.
”Hey! He\'s reading Bree McGregor\'s Twin Link! Man I wish she would update faster, I hate waiting!” complained Patricia.
“Ya, I know!” agreed Hermione as she opened another file. Her face first turned red, then drained of all color… this was her story! About them. He was reading HER Stories!
“Ohh, this is a bit hot here Hermione, are sur sure you wrote this… didn’t think you had it in you!” teased Patricia.
“Ohh sod off Patty!” Hermione said as she canceled out the windnly nly to find other fics and artwork sites all about him and the Harry Potter books.
“Oh shit I’m in trouble...”
“Why is that?” Patricia askerrierriedly.
“He’s going to know that I wrote them,” she whispered back harshly.
“Why are you whispering?”
“Because I don’t know if he’s here. He didn’t answer his door again.”
“Ok, well I don’t think he would believe you wrote them,” said Patricia encouragingly.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because, mre dre dumb like that.” “He “He is not dumb Patty!”
“All men are dense when it comes to stuff like this Hermione, just tell him someone else wrote it and you were curious.”
“Be that as it may, Miss Demoraes.” Both women jumped at the sound of his voice from behind them. “I knew it was her writing when I first saw it.”
“Ohh shit,” whispered Patricia.
“Language please Miss Demoraes, it’s most unbecoming of you. Now, if you have finished, I think you can find somewhere else to be, don’t you think?” as he spoke he advanced onto the poor woman. All her memories of this man and his classroom came flooding back to her and she momentarily became frozen, just staring at him.
“Go now, you silly girl!” he demanded.
“Well Hermione I think I will just be going now. ks aks anyway, for the uses of the computer. I think I\'ll just bug Mark to use his. Bye now!” she was saying this as she picked up her purse and backed toward the door, closing it as she said goodbye.
Snape broke the silence that was created between them. “Would you please explain the meaning of all of this?”
“What part, Sir?” Hermione asked softly, not daring to look at him.
“Oh, I think starting at the beginning is always best. Don’t you agree?” his voice was hard and cold.
“Well from what I could find out, all this comes from a series of seven books,” she started but he cut her off.
“Yes I know that. What I want to know who this J.K. Rowling is? Why is she so knowledgeable of our world?”
“From what I can gather, I believe she is the great, great, great, grand daughter of Albus Dumbledore. I did a family history on him a few years back. I remember there was a many times great grand daughter that was a famous writer in the muggle world. I do not know if she is a witch or not and I haven’t gotten the guts to send the letter to Dumbledore, to confirm all of this.”
“Ah, your Gryffindor courage failing you?” he taunted. He wanted to to look at him, but she was stubbornly keeping her eyes glued to the computer screen. He wasn’t sure if the taunting would work… it normally did but this wasn’t a normal situation. “None the less it does sound like something the Headmaster would pull.”
He was about to say something else when that sound came up again, signaling an alert in her email. This time it read:
‘New poll up on WISTT group. Titled “What makes Snape so sexy?”’ ermiermione buried her head in her hands. This was not a good time for this to come up!
“Ah, perfect timing!” said Snape as he leaned over to hit the link to take him to the poll. “Hummm, it seems that WISTT means \'When I Shagged The Teacher\' … interesting… yet another Snape/Hermione group I see that you are a part of.”
The poll in question had four possible answers.
One) his intelligence
Two) His wardrobe
Three) his deep eyes and silky voice
four) his noble Roman profile
So far his intelligence ranked number one closely fallowed by eyes and voice, third and not much farther behind, was his noble Roman Profile. But his wardrobe had amazingly a lot of votes as well.
He arched on long eyebrow at her, as she wished she could find a rock to hide under for the rest of her life.
“Explain.”
“Well, it seems professor, that in the muggle world you are a quite sought after type of man.”
“And why is that?” There was something in his voice… it made her worry, he was too soft, too quiet of a voice and it made her nervous. Like the calm before the storm.
“Well, you\'ve seen the poll, this is what women think of you. You\'re not as bad as you try to make yourself out to be, and they see through that. There are not many men like you in either world, you could have a throng of women if you ever wanted them, As you no doubt read the stories that are written.”
“And the ones you wrote?” his voice was low, almost too low. She heard it but couldn’t bring herself to answer it.
There was a long deep painful silence between the two. Snape looked at Hermione, her head was bowed as she bit into her hand with her eyes closed, as if she was waiting for him to yell at her. He noticed that some strands of her hair, had fallen away from the braid that reached down her back. Impulsively he reached out and bushed it away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
Her breath caught at the feel of his fingers, the senon won was as if they left a trail of fire along her skin. Snape decided to go a bit further and let his finger trace around the shell of her ear before pulling away.
He noticed that her teeth dug deeper into her hand, well, finger to be precise. So he took her hand away from her mouth to inspect the damage. The bites were deep but did not break the skin. He rubbed the bite mark with his thumb as if he could make it go away. Hermione chanced a look at him. He wasn’t looking at her hand but at her, waiting for her to look at him. She looked away quickly but not before he saw the fear, uncertainty and deep longing in her big brown eyes.
He took his other hand and placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to look up at him, but she would not raise her eyes.
“Look at me,” he said softly she she did not comply. “Look at me,” he said a bit more forcefully, but she still did not comply.
With both hands, one under her chin and the other holding her hand, he made her stand up, facing him. He placed her hand on his shoulder and with his free arm, he snaked it around her waist to bring her flush against him.
Hermione felt his growing erection pressed against her. She couldn’t help it, her eyes flew to his, and at once she was lost in the dept of his eyes. His eyes were filled with desire for her, and a longing so deep it made her heart break.
“Hermione?”
She heard so many questions, so many longings in his speaking just her name. Her name, for some reason, the way he said her name did thito hto her, that no one else ever did. With just her name, she felt she could lose her soul to him.
“S-Severus?”
He heard so many questions in her speaking his name. His name, not many wished to speak it. Her stuttering of it showed she was not sure if it was welcomed. Ohh it was welcomed! With just her saying his name, he felt as if he could lose his soul to her.
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A/N: Ok I changed the name by one letter but it happends to be one of my fav yahoo groups shopehope they don\'t get mad at me...
NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST ONE! heheheheh LEMON PIE FOR EVERYONE!
Snape\'s Discovery
By: Bree McGregor
Snape was amazed that the meeting only lasted just over an hour. Some of the other professors were going out for a few drinks, and as always, invited him along and as always, he declined. He then apparated from the gates of Hogwarts to Hermione’s guest room.
The first thing he heard were two voices coming from the living room he pulled out his wand knowing no one else should be there. He stealthily opened the door and silently made his way to the opening that led to the living room. There he saw Hermiond Mnd Miss Demoraes, a Ravenclaw that had graduated three years ago. He figured she must be attending the same university.
“WOW Hermione! I didn’t know you had a thing for Snape?”
“OHH move over!” Hermione said as she pushed Patricia out of the chair so she could sit down. Her friend gave up the chair willingly with a huge smile on her face and started to read over her shoulder.
”Hey! He\'s reading Bree McGregor\'s Twin Link! Man I wish she would update faster, I hate waiting!” complained Patricia.
“Ya, I know!” agreed Hermione as she opened another file. Her face first turned red, then drained of all color… this was her story! About them. He was reading HER Stories!
“Ohh, this is a bit hot here Hermione, are sur sure you wrote this… didn’t think you had it in you!” teased Patricia.
“Ohh sod off Patty!” Hermione said as she canceled out the windnly nly to find other fics and artwork sites all about him and the Harry Potter books.
“Oh shit I’m in trouble...”
“Why is that?” Patricia askerrierriedly.
“He’s going to know that I wrote them,” she whispered back harshly.
“Why are you whispering?”
“Because I don’t know if he’s here. He didn’t answer his door again.”
“Ok, well I don’t think he would believe you wrote them,” said Patricia encouragingly.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because, mre dre dumb like that.” “He “He is not dumb Patty!”
“All men are dense when it comes to stuff like this Hermione, just tell him someone else wrote it and you were curious.”
“Be that as it may, Miss Demoraes.” Both women jumped at the sound of his voice from behind them. “I knew it was her writing when I first saw it.”
“Ohh shit,” whispered Patricia.
“Language please Miss Demoraes, it’s most unbecoming of you. Now, if you have finished, I think you can find somewhere else to be, don’t you think?” as he spoke he advanced onto the poor woman. All her memories of this man and his classroom came flooding back to her and she momentarily became frozen, just staring at him.
“Go now, you silly girl!” he demanded.
“Well Hermione I think I will just be going now. ks aks anyway, for the uses of the computer. I think I\'ll just bug Mark to use his. Bye now!” she was saying this as she picked up her purse and backed toward the door, closing it as she said goodbye.
Snape broke the silence that was created between them. “Would you please explain the meaning of all of this?”
“What part, Sir?” Hermione asked softly, not daring to look at him.
“Oh, I think starting at the beginning is always best. Don’t you agree?” his voice was hard and cold.
“Well from what I could find out, all this comes from a series of seven books,” she started but he cut her off.
“Yes I know that. What I want to know who this J.K. Rowling is? Why is she so knowledgeable of our world?”
“From what I can gather, I believe she is the great, great, great, grand daughter of Albus Dumbledore. I did a family history on him a few years back. I remember there was a many times great grand daughter that was a famous writer in the muggle world. I do not know if she is a witch or not and I haven’t gotten the guts to send the letter to Dumbledore, to confirm all of this.”
“Ah, your Gryffindor courage failing you?” he taunted. He wanted to to look at him, but she was stubbornly keeping her eyes glued to the computer screen. He wasn’t sure if the taunting would work… it normally did but this wasn’t a normal situation. “None the less it does sound like something the Headmaster would pull.”
He was about to say something else when that sound came up again, signaling an alert in her email. This time it read:
‘New poll up on WISTT group. Titled “What makes Snape so sexy?”’ ermiermione buried her head in her hands. This was not a good time for this to come up!
“Ah, perfect timing!” said Snape as he leaned over to hit the link to take him to the poll. “Hummm, it seems that WISTT means \'When I Shagged The Teacher\' … interesting… yet another Snape/Hermione group I see that you are a part of.”
The poll in question had four possible answers.
One) his intelligence
Two) His wardrobe
Three) his deep eyes and silky voice
four) his noble Roman profile
So far his intelligence ranked number one closely fallowed by eyes and voice, third and not much farther behind, was his noble Roman Profile. But his wardrobe had amazingly a lot of votes as well.
He arched on long eyebrow at her, as she wished she could find a rock to hide under for the rest of her life.
“Explain.”
“Well, it seems professor, that in the muggle world you are a quite sought after type of man.”
“And why is that?” There was something in his voice… it made her worry, he was too soft, too quiet of a voice and it made her nervous. Like the calm before the storm.
“Well, you\'ve seen the poll, this is what women think of you. You\'re not as bad as you try to make yourself out to be, and they see through that. There are not many men like you in either world, you could have a throng of women if you ever wanted them, As you no doubt read the stories that are written.”
“And the ones you wrote?” his voice was low, almost too low. She heard it but couldn’t bring herself to answer it.
There was a long deep painful silence between the two. Snape looked at Hermione, her head was bowed as she bit into her hand with her eyes closed, as if she was waiting for him to yell at her. He noticed that some strands of her hair, had fallen away from the braid that reached down her back. Impulsively he reached out and bushed it away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
Her breath caught at the feel of his fingers, the senon won was as if they left a trail of fire along her skin. Snape decided to go a bit further and let his finger trace around the shell of her ear before pulling away.
He noticed that her teeth dug deeper into her hand, well, finger to be precise. So he took her hand away from her mouth to inspect the damage. The bites were deep but did not break the skin. He rubbed the bite mark with his thumb as if he could make it go away. Hermione chanced a look at him. He wasn’t looking at her hand but at her, waiting for her to look at him. She looked away quickly but not before he saw the fear, uncertainty and deep longing in her big brown eyes.
He took his other hand and placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to look up at him, but she would not raise her eyes.
“Look at me,” he said softly she she did not comply. “Look at me,” he said a bit more forcefully, but she still did not comply.
With both hands, one under her chin and the other holding her hand, he made her stand up, facing him. He placed her hand on his shoulder and with his free arm, he snaked it around her waist to bring her flush against him.
Hermione felt his growing erection pressed against her. She couldn’t help it, her eyes flew to his, and at once she was lost in the dept of his eyes. His eyes were filled with desire for her, and a longing so deep it made her heart break.
“Hermione?”
She heard so many questions, so many longings in his speaking just her name. Her name, for some reason, the way he said her name did thito hto her, that no one else ever did. With just her name, she felt she could lose her soul to him.
“S-Severus?”
He heard so many questions in her speaking his name. His name, not many wished to speak it. Her stuttering of it showed she was not sure if it was welcomed. Ohh it was welcomed! With just her saying his name, he felt as if he could lose his soul to her.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Ok I changed the name by one letter but it happends to be one of my fav yahoo groups shopehope they don\'t get mad at me...
NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST ONE! heheheheh LEMON PIE FOR EVERYONE!