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Go To Her
Chapter Three
“Go To Her” by Jefferson Airplane
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Beaming for you.
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Screaming for you.
I never though I\'d see the day.
When a shadow would move up and say.
Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Longing for you
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Only for you
There\'s something in my bed
So help me Lord I\'m afraid
Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
I can still remember the day.
When he first won my heart
On a hillside where we lay.
He said we never would part
So help how was I to know.
My leaving would hurt her so.
Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Yeah, Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Help how was I to know.
My leaving would hurt her so
Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Yeah, Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Beaming for you.
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Screaming for you.
Go to her she waits she lies.
All for you.
Go to her.
She lay, dieing for you.
Go to her
She lay crying for you.
Go to her
Go to her
- - -
Walking purposefully down the hall, robes billowing around him, Severus made his way to the Library in search of Hermione. Since breakfast that morning, he’d been able to think of nothing else besides that brown haired beauty.
‘Oh, I’m sure it will…’ That voice had been full of promises.
Reaching the door to the Library, Severus paused a moment to compose himself. It would not do to go roaring in only to freeze and babble like an idiot. He opened the door and peered in. Hermione was not in his direct line of sight, but Severus knew she had to be in there somewhere.
Treading lightly in through the door, he looked around. ‘Hmm… Where could she be?’ He walked down in between the rows, pausing just before the Potions section when he heard a light cough coming from somewhere to his right. Severus turned abruptly to see Hermione curled up on the ground with a large book perched precariously on her lap. He backed up slowly, hiding behind one of the shelves, and just looked on at her in amusement. How she could get so wrapped up in a book and be completely oblivious to the world around her was beyond him.
All of a sudden, an overwhelming urge to sneeze came over him. He tried to suppress it the best he could, but it was no use. He sneezed, finally drawing attention to himself from the gorgeous witch in front of him.
“Why, Professor Snape! I didn’t realize you were standing there! Have you been standing there long?” Hermione queried. Her eyes were laughing at him, happy to have caught him observing her.
“Well, no. I’ve only been here a moment. I didn’t want to disturb you. You just looked so peaceful there with your book and I…” he trailed off.
“Would you care to join me?”
Severus looked at her in amazement. “With my old bones? I think not! I don’t believe I’d be able to stand up again once I was down there.”
Hermione laughed. “I’m sure you’re not that old, Professor Snape. There’s no way you could be a day over forty!”
He smirked. “True, but my bones are older than the rest of me. And… you may call me Severus. Dumbledore expects it, anyway.” He took a seat on the floor next to Hermione, wincing slightly as his knees cracked loudly. Severus glared at the snort of laughter he heard from her.
“Gods, I’m sorry, but you should really see your face! You look positively disgusted to be sitting on the dirty floor!”
“It’s dirty!? You did not inform me of that, Miss Granger!”
“No, I didn’t, Severus,” Hermione said pointedly. He shuddered at the sound of his name escaping those beautiful lips. Hermione, of course, took this as a sign that he was disgusted at the floor, and chuckled again at his expense.
“You’ve really got to lighten up, Snape. It’s a wonder you’ve survived this long with Albus and Minerva around.”
Severus leered at her. “You’re telling me!”
“So… Severus. What do you do for fun? Any hobbies?”
“Not particularly. I usually spend my spare time terrorizing the students, reading, playing chess with myself, or doing some research potions work for Albus.” Hermione looked over at Severus, who was looking at her intently. Apparently, he was serious.
She paused. “You play chess with yourself?”
“Yes. I do. Have you never done it?” Severus asked.
“No, I don’t think I have. Perhaps I should try it sometime.”
“You could. Or, you could join me, and we could play chess by ourselves together,” he said, a small twitch appearing at the left corner of his mouth. ‘Gods,’ Hermione though lustily. ‘That mouth!’
“And how would that work? By ourselves, together?”
“I suppose it wouldn’t, exactly. Allow me to rephrase my question. Would you like to play chess with me sometime?” ‘Say yes, you gorgeous girl!’
“I would like to, very much,” she replied. “For a moment there, I thought you suggesting something more… erm… unchess-like.” She blushed.
Severus smirked. “I said what it sounded like and nothing more. I do believe your mind is in the gutter, Hermione.”
‘I like the way my name sounds when he says it… Wait! He’s just teased me!’
Glancing over at her former professor, Hermione saw him smiling, really smiling, for the first time. She grinned back at him. He really was very attractive, especially when he smiled. Maybe now would be a good time to say something…
“Severus, do you enjoy teaching?”
“On the days that I do not have any students resembling Neville Longbottom, or any of the other former Gryffindor dunderheads, it is more enjoyable, yes. However, if I had had more options years ago, I would not be teaching.”
‘Ah, yes. How had I forgotten? He was a Death Eater, Hermione! Shouldn’t that automatically make him totally and completely off limits!? Okay, uh, avoid it, avoid it!’
“What would you be doing, instead? If you could be doing anything, I mean.”
“I would be taking more time researching potions, and not just for Albus. I’ve had some ideas I’ve been meaning to toy with, but have never had the time to do so.”
All of a sudden, just down the aisle from where Severus and Hermione were sitting, a few books fell off of their shelf with a loud THUNK! Severus closed his eyes, looking perturbed, and called out, “Albus! Minerva! You can come out now.”
“Shoot, he knows we’re here!” McGonagall hissed in Dumbledore’s ear.
“Well, Minerva, had you not tried to shoved the entire Library out of the way for a better look--”
“I most certainly did not! I merely leaned on a few books I should not have!”
Severus called impatiently, “We’re waiting!”
“Let’s just face the music, Minerva.” Taking her arm, Dumbledore guided her down the aisle and over to the next, where Severus was now brushing off his robes and holding out a hand to help Hermione stand.
Dumbledore started, “Why, Severus! What a pleasant surpri--”
“Don’t give me that shite, Albus. You and Minerva were hiding over there, eavesdropping, the entire time!” Severus was furious, and looked like he wanted to rip off Dumbledore’s stupid hat and bash him over the head with it.
Dumbledore shot McGonagall a look. “Plan B?” She nodded. “Plan B.”
The older witch and wizard clicked their heels twice in unison and disappeared from where they had been standing. Severus groaned, and Hermione looked at him questioningly.
“The old ‘There’s No Place Like Home’ spell,” he answered her knowingly. Her eyes widened, and she let a giggle escape her lips. ‘Cheaters…’
“Like the Wizard of Oz?”
He turned to her, the corners of his lips angling upwards slightly.
“Yes, just like the Wizard of Oz.”
She pondered this for a moment, then:
“Severus…”
“Hm?”
“Are you available for chess?”
“When?”
“Oh, say… Right about now?”
He grinned. “Certainly.”
* * * *
After beating Hermione three times in a row, Severus leaned back in one of the chairs in his chambers to observe her while she set the pieces up for another game. From his viewpoint, he could practically see the happiness radiating off of her face. ‘I did that…’ he thought. ‘She enjoys my company!’
Though he knew she enjoyed spending time with him, Severus knew it was still to soon for him to make a move. He had to take these things slowly to achieve the desired outcome. Or so he thought, anyway. He’d never really been an expert when it came to wooing women, but Severus Snape was, inadvertently, fairly good at it.
Hermione, placing the last pawn in its right position, looked up to see him studying her. Seeing the deep look those incredibly dark eyes were giving her made her giddy inside. Sure, she had known, somewhere inside of her, that Severus fancied her, but she didn’t think he would ever act on it, or come anywhere close to professing his undying love for her. She giggled aloud at that; Severus Snape, undying love… Pfah! That was about as likely as Minerva giving birth to a Hippogriff.
‘Erlack! Bad mental image…’ She let herself get caught up in another game of chess. Severus, of course, won for the fourth time in a row. Checking her wristwatch, she gasped.
“I don’t think we have time to finish this before lunch,” she said mournfully, gesturing to the chessboard.
“Perhaps later?” Severus was hopeful. He was truly cherishing the time they were spending together.
Hermione smiled at his wistful expression.
“Of course!” ‘And then, maybe we can finish something else…’ she thought deviously. Later, she would put her Gryffindor courage to work.
Author’s Note: Thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate the feedback I get, and your positive comments help to keep me writing!
Tomorrow, when I’m not feeling as lazy, I’ll look up the proper Latin for the spells. I really need to find a better Latin dictionary… Oh well. C’est la vie.
And, since I will most certainly not have time to update again before Sunday, Happy Mother’s Day!
-SS-
“Go To Her” by Jefferson Airplane
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Beaming for you.
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Screaming for you.
I never though I\'d see the day.
When a shadow would move up and say.
Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Longing for you
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Only for you
There\'s something in my bed
So help me Lord I\'m afraid
Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
I can still remember the day.
When he first won my heart
On a hillside where we lay.
He said we never would part
So help how was I to know.
My leaving would hurt her so.
Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Yeah, Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Help how was I to know.
My leaving would hurt her so
Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Yeah, Go to her, she lay, waiting for you.
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Beaming for you.
Go to her, she waits, she lies.
Screaming for you.
Go to her she waits she lies.
All for you.
Go to her.
She lay, dieing for you.
Go to her
She lay crying for you.
Go to her
Go to her
- - -
Walking purposefully down the hall, robes billowing around him, Severus made his way to the Library in search of Hermione. Since breakfast that morning, he’d been able to think of nothing else besides that brown haired beauty.
‘Oh, I’m sure it will…’ That voice had been full of promises.
Reaching the door to the Library, Severus paused a moment to compose himself. It would not do to go roaring in only to freeze and babble like an idiot. He opened the door and peered in. Hermione was not in his direct line of sight, but Severus knew she had to be in there somewhere.
Treading lightly in through the door, he looked around. ‘Hmm… Where could she be?’ He walked down in between the rows, pausing just before the Potions section when he heard a light cough coming from somewhere to his right. Severus turned abruptly to see Hermione curled up on the ground with a large book perched precariously on her lap. He backed up slowly, hiding behind one of the shelves, and just looked on at her in amusement. How she could get so wrapped up in a book and be completely oblivious to the world around her was beyond him.
All of a sudden, an overwhelming urge to sneeze came over him. He tried to suppress it the best he could, but it was no use. He sneezed, finally drawing attention to himself from the gorgeous witch in front of him.
“Why, Professor Snape! I didn’t realize you were standing there! Have you been standing there long?” Hermione queried. Her eyes were laughing at him, happy to have caught him observing her.
“Well, no. I’ve only been here a moment. I didn’t want to disturb you. You just looked so peaceful there with your book and I…” he trailed off.
“Would you care to join me?”
Severus looked at her in amazement. “With my old bones? I think not! I don’t believe I’d be able to stand up again once I was down there.”
Hermione laughed. “I’m sure you’re not that old, Professor Snape. There’s no way you could be a day over forty!”
He smirked. “True, but my bones are older than the rest of me. And… you may call me Severus. Dumbledore expects it, anyway.” He took a seat on the floor next to Hermione, wincing slightly as his knees cracked loudly. Severus glared at the snort of laughter he heard from her.
“Gods, I’m sorry, but you should really see your face! You look positively disgusted to be sitting on the dirty floor!”
“It’s dirty!? You did not inform me of that, Miss Granger!”
“No, I didn’t, Severus,” Hermione said pointedly. He shuddered at the sound of his name escaping those beautiful lips. Hermione, of course, took this as a sign that he was disgusted at the floor, and chuckled again at his expense.
“You’ve really got to lighten up, Snape. It’s a wonder you’ve survived this long with Albus and Minerva around.”
Severus leered at her. “You’re telling me!”
“So… Severus. What do you do for fun? Any hobbies?”
“Not particularly. I usually spend my spare time terrorizing the students, reading, playing chess with myself, or doing some research potions work for Albus.” Hermione looked over at Severus, who was looking at her intently. Apparently, he was serious.
She paused. “You play chess with yourself?”
“Yes. I do. Have you never done it?” Severus asked.
“No, I don’t think I have. Perhaps I should try it sometime.”
“You could. Or, you could join me, and we could play chess by ourselves together,” he said, a small twitch appearing at the left corner of his mouth. ‘Gods,’ Hermione though lustily. ‘That mouth!’
“And how would that work? By ourselves, together?”
“I suppose it wouldn’t, exactly. Allow me to rephrase my question. Would you like to play chess with me sometime?” ‘Say yes, you gorgeous girl!’
“I would like to, very much,” she replied. “For a moment there, I thought you suggesting something more… erm… unchess-like.” She blushed.
Severus smirked. “I said what it sounded like and nothing more. I do believe your mind is in the gutter, Hermione.”
‘I like the way my name sounds when he says it… Wait! He’s just teased me!’
Glancing over at her former professor, Hermione saw him smiling, really smiling, for the first time. She grinned back at him. He really was very attractive, especially when he smiled. Maybe now would be a good time to say something…
“Severus, do you enjoy teaching?”
“On the days that I do not have any students resembling Neville Longbottom, or any of the other former Gryffindor dunderheads, it is more enjoyable, yes. However, if I had had more options years ago, I would not be teaching.”
‘Ah, yes. How had I forgotten? He was a Death Eater, Hermione! Shouldn’t that automatically make him totally and completely off limits!? Okay, uh, avoid it, avoid it!’
“What would you be doing, instead? If you could be doing anything, I mean.”
“I would be taking more time researching potions, and not just for Albus. I’ve had some ideas I’ve been meaning to toy with, but have never had the time to do so.”
All of a sudden, just down the aisle from where Severus and Hermione were sitting, a few books fell off of their shelf with a loud THUNK! Severus closed his eyes, looking perturbed, and called out, “Albus! Minerva! You can come out now.”
“Shoot, he knows we’re here!” McGonagall hissed in Dumbledore’s ear.
“Well, Minerva, had you not tried to shoved the entire Library out of the way for a better look--”
“I most certainly did not! I merely leaned on a few books I should not have!”
Severus called impatiently, “We’re waiting!”
“Let’s just face the music, Minerva.” Taking her arm, Dumbledore guided her down the aisle and over to the next, where Severus was now brushing off his robes and holding out a hand to help Hermione stand.
Dumbledore started, “Why, Severus! What a pleasant surpri--”
“Don’t give me that shite, Albus. You and Minerva were hiding over there, eavesdropping, the entire time!” Severus was furious, and looked like he wanted to rip off Dumbledore’s stupid hat and bash him over the head with it.
Dumbledore shot McGonagall a look. “Plan B?” She nodded. “Plan B.”
The older witch and wizard clicked their heels twice in unison and disappeared from where they had been standing. Severus groaned, and Hermione looked at him questioningly.
“The old ‘There’s No Place Like Home’ spell,” he answered her knowingly. Her eyes widened, and she let a giggle escape her lips. ‘Cheaters…’
“Like the Wizard of Oz?”
He turned to her, the corners of his lips angling upwards slightly.
“Yes, just like the Wizard of Oz.”
She pondered this for a moment, then:
“Severus…”
“Hm?”
“Are you available for chess?”
“When?”
“Oh, say… Right about now?”
He grinned. “Certainly.”
* * * *
After beating Hermione three times in a row, Severus leaned back in one of the chairs in his chambers to observe her while she set the pieces up for another game. From his viewpoint, he could practically see the happiness radiating off of her face. ‘I did that…’ he thought. ‘She enjoys my company!’
Though he knew she enjoyed spending time with him, Severus knew it was still to soon for him to make a move. He had to take these things slowly to achieve the desired outcome. Or so he thought, anyway. He’d never really been an expert when it came to wooing women, but Severus Snape was, inadvertently, fairly good at it.
Hermione, placing the last pawn in its right position, looked up to see him studying her. Seeing the deep look those incredibly dark eyes were giving her made her giddy inside. Sure, she had known, somewhere inside of her, that Severus fancied her, but she didn’t think he would ever act on it, or come anywhere close to professing his undying love for her. She giggled aloud at that; Severus Snape, undying love… Pfah! That was about as likely as Minerva giving birth to a Hippogriff.
‘Erlack! Bad mental image…’ She let herself get caught up in another game of chess. Severus, of course, won for the fourth time in a row. Checking her wristwatch, she gasped.
“I don’t think we have time to finish this before lunch,” she said mournfully, gesturing to the chessboard.
“Perhaps later?” Severus was hopeful. He was truly cherishing the time they were spending together.
Hermione smiled at his wistful expression.
“Of course!” ‘And then, maybe we can finish something else…’ she thought deviously. Later, she would put her Gryffindor courage to work.
Author’s Note: Thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate the feedback I get, and your positive comments help to keep me writing!
Tomorrow, when I’m not feeling as lazy, I’ll look up the proper Latin for the spells. I really need to find a better Latin dictionary… Oh well. C’est la vie.
And, since I will most certainly not have time to update again before Sunday, Happy Mother’s Day!
-SS-