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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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7,248
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29
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Chapter 3 ~Two Houses~
((This is a short chapter. I apologize for the wait as I have had little time to think much less write. Hope you enjoy what little bit of it there is))
The summer sun was fading as August neared its end. Hermione granted herself a moment of freedom from the daily list of to-dos. She made her way to the back garden and sat under an oak tree with a book under her arm. She must have read it a dozen times over but Using Magic for Household Chores by Bordon Spotless was the only book she had.
She flipped to a random section on the proper wand movement for dusting and began to read the words that she practically knew by heart. The shadow looming over her brought her attention back to reality. She looked up to find Snape hovering over her with a leather bound volume in his hand.
“I thought you might prefer something with substance,” he said tossing the book onto the ground beside her. “I’ve grown weary of you walking about with your nose in that old rubbish.”
She picked up the book and admired the gold foil title on the front. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, and odd choice she thought. She looked up at him, willing to disregard his condemning tone for the moment. “Thank you,” she muttered half heartedly.
He nodded his acceptance. “You may use my personal library if you wish. I dare say you’d find volumes that might interest you more than cleaning charms.”
She laughed without meaning too and he gave her that sneering look. Was she daring enough to laugh at his one shot at kindness? “I hadn’t pictured you as a Shakespeare fan,” she explained.
He grimaced with displeasure. “As I said before, you’d be surprised at the great many things I’m capable of.” Severus, though most would never guess it, was a great lover of literature. “I have his entire collected works.” He stalked back toward the house, leaving her with a nod.
****
There was a fluttering heart beating beneath his pale chest as he sat in his study. He scolded himself for not thinking his choice of books through. He hadn’t intended it of course, it was merely the first book that came to mind. He hadn’t realized how ridiculously valid the story was to their own situation. Two star crossed lovers, a forbidden game, two houses at ends with each other coming together. Damn, he should have thought more on that one.
****
Hermione read the words aloud, truly taking them in.
“Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,”
She was a smart girl and she picked up on it rather quickly. Two households both alike in dignity: Gryffindor and Slytherin. Surely, it was unintended. She told herself that Severus Snape had thought what most men do, that women enjoyed flights of romance and fancy.
She told herself that same thing as she lay in bed that night. Her eyes were wide and she was fully awake as she went through the list of possible reasons he’d have picked that particular text. When she fell asleep she’d settled on the easiest explanation: he’d picked the first book he saw.
****
Severus had just woken from a very blissful dream when he staggered down the hall to the lavatory. His eyes were barely open and his mind wasn’t really awake as he opened the door and stepped in. The startled cry brought him to his full senses immediately and he jumped back with shock.
Hermione stood there, covering herself with a towel, a look of desperation and embarrassment on her reddening face. Ringlets of wet curls were curtaining her face, big brown eyes weighed with dismay. He could see the hints of a supple body from what the towel failed to cover. Her tanned legs and the curve of her barely covered breasts sent him fleeing from the scene with a muttered, “Sorry.”
A feeling of guilt rose within him as he made his way back to his room to find another vial of purification potion. He was fully aroused and shamed by the entire ordeal. He shouldn’t have admired her for as long as he did, he should have knocked.
Finding the vial in a locked cabinet, he gulped down the opal colored liquid as though it were his favorite drink. What a bloody relief it was to feel his senses come under control and the tingling feeling in his groin reduce. Yet, all the purification in the world couldn’t keep his mind away from her. Though they weren’t lustful thoughts, they were still with her. He thought of how wonderful her mind was and how brilliant her hair looked when the sun hit in just the right way. What was he becoming?
The summer sun was fading as August neared its end. Hermione granted herself a moment of freedom from the daily list of to-dos. She made her way to the back garden and sat under an oak tree with a book under her arm. She must have read it a dozen times over but Using Magic for Household Chores by Bordon Spotless was the only book she had.
She flipped to a random section on the proper wand movement for dusting and began to read the words that she practically knew by heart. The shadow looming over her brought her attention back to reality. She looked up to find Snape hovering over her with a leather bound volume in his hand.
“I thought you might prefer something with substance,” he said tossing the book onto the ground beside her. “I’ve grown weary of you walking about with your nose in that old rubbish.”
She picked up the book and admired the gold foil title on the front. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, and odd choice she thought. She looked up at him, willing to disregard his condemning tone for the moment. “Thank you,” she muttered half heartedly.
He nodded his acceptance. “You may use my personal library if you wish. I dare say you’d find volumes that might interest you more than cleaning charms.”
She laughed without meaning too and he gave her that sneering look. Was she daring enough to laugh at his one shot at kindness? “I hadn’t pictured you as a Shakespeare fan,” she explained.
He grimaced with displeasure. “As I said before, you’d be surprised at the great many things I’m capable of.” Severus, though most would never guess it, was a great lover of literature. “I have his entire collected works.” He stalked back toward the house, leaving her with a nod.
****
There was a fluttering heart beating beneath his pale chest as he sat in his study. He scolded himself for not thinking his choice of books through. He hadn’t intended it of course, it was merely the first book that came to mind. He hadn’t realized how ridiculously valid the story was to their own situation. Two star crossed lovers, a forbidden game, two houses at ends with each other coming together. Damn, he should have thought more on that one.
****
Hermione read the words aloud, truly taking them in.
“Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,”
She was a smart girl and she picked up on it rather quickly. Two households both alike in dignity: Gryffindor and Slytherin. Surely, it was unintended. She told herself that Severus Snape had thought what most men do, that women enjoyed flights of romance and fancy.
She told herself that same thing as she lay in bed that night. Her eyes were wide and she was fully awake as she went through the list of possible reasons he’d have picked that particular text. When she fell asleep she’d settled on the easiest explanation: he’d picked the first book he saw.
****
Severus had just woken from a very blissful dream when he staggered down the hall to the lavatory. His eyes were barely open and his mind wasn’t really awake as he opened the door and stepped in. The startled cry brought him to his full senses immediately and he jumped back with shock.
Hermione stood there, covering herself with a towel, a look of desperation and embarrassment on her reddening face. Ringlets of wet curls were curtaining her face, big brown eyes weighed with dismay. He could see the hints of a supple body from what the towel failed to cover. Her tanned legs and the curve of her barely covered breasts sent him fleeing from the scene with a muttered, “Sorry.”
A feeling of guilt rose within him as he made his way back to his room to find another vial of purification potion. He was fully aroused and shamed by the entire ordeal. He shouldn’t have admired her for as long as he did, he should have knocked.
Finding the vial in a locked cabinet, he gulped down the opal colored liquid as though it were his favorite drink. What a bloody relief it was to feel his senses come under control and the tingling feeling in his groin reduce. Yet, all the purification in the world couldn’t keep his mind away from her. Though they weren’t lustful thoughts, they were still with her. He thought of how wonderful her mind was and how brilliant her hair looked when the sun hit in just the right way. What was he becoming?