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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
11
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8,464
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29
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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Fever
DISCLAIMER: See chapters 1 and 2.
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Chapter 3- Fever
Classes seemed to fly by after Potions, or maybe it just seemed that way. She had found that when Severus Snape was anywhere near her, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Hermione sighed and smiled as she thought of the Potions Master and his starring role in her very steamy dream last night. A couple of third year Ravenclaws giggled at the dazed look, then hurried on their way down the corridor, wondering what the Head Girl could be thinking of.
Having Arithmancy as her last class of the day was a plus because it gave her some time on her way down to dinner in the Great Hall, time to think about him. He was far from the classic heart-throb look, but she had never liked men with an exceptionally muscled physique, tan, tall, blue-eyed, and blonde. Viktor Krum was a prime example. He had been duck-footed with eyebrows that were bushier than her hair, he was interesting to talk to though, uhh, when you could understand him. Severus was really a BIG step up from Viktor. Besides many girls probably had a little thing for the surly Potions Master. Being tall, dark, and handso...umm hook nosed. Well anyways it wasn't as if she could be the only one could it?
Hermione was so deep in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the dark figure walking towards her, with his eyes concentrated on the ground as he walked. They reached the giant doors to the Great Hall at the same time, both reaching forward to push the doors open. Severus' hand settled over Hermiones' against the door. They both looked up in surprise but neither retracted their hand from the others.
His black eyes bore into her brown ones. Shock was evident at first as he looked into her eyes but then they seemed to change to a darker richer shade, like melted dark chocolate. It was almost as if he was seeing...FUCK, did the foolish girl have feelings for him! If so he was in deep, deep shit. He quickly pulled his hand off of hers and scowled. Her eyes softened a bit and he could see the sides of her mouth turn up a little in a smile, she was still staring at him. Little wench!
"Miss Granger are you enjoying the view," he smirked when she turned almost as red as Weasley's hair. Making a quick decision, he used Legilimency, confirming that the Gryffindor princess indeed had feelings for him. After scanning the hallway he leaned forward till his mouth was just inches from hers.
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. He wasn't going to kiss her was he...WAS HE! Oh please, please just a little kiss. She tried as hard as she could to control her breathing but was failing. Damn, when did it get so hot in the hallway, she was burning. His face came closer...closer...she closed her eyes waiting for his lips only to feel his breath caress her ear as he spoke.
"Ten points from Gryffindor."
Her eyes snapped open and narrowed on her Professor.
"What for?"
"Having inappropriate thoughts."
Severus almost laughed when her eyes grew to the size of saucers and her mouth fell open, her face turned an even redder shade than before. A quick smile came to his face before he had the chance to fight it. He pushed the door open and strode inside, biting his cheek along way to the head table.
A couple of minutes had passed before Hermione was calm enough to go inside. She quickly made her way to where Harry, Ron, Neville, and Ginny were seated. They each gave her a once over and said 'hi' as she settled onto the bench. She was still a bit pink in the cheeks but thankfully no one seemed to notice. As she loaded her plate with roasted potatoes, chicken, and some mixed vegetables a couple of owls flew in to deliver some late post. Spearing a potato, Hermione jumped as a letter fell into her goblet of pumpkin juice, splashing onto Ginny and Neville. She apologized then opened her letter and read:
Hermione you are looking quite delicious lately and I have found myself wanting a taste. You are driving me mad with the sway of your hips, when you bite your lip in class, and the way you look when you sleep is simply wicked. You stir an animal like need in me to claim you for my own. To take you away and hide you for my eyes only, but I know I must bide my time, everything must be right for you. - -Until then, My Hermione
Ginny saw Hermione's face turn a ghastly shade of white while reading the letter. She reached out and put her hand gently on Hermione's arm.
"What's wrong?" she whispered.
"N..noth..nothing." she stammered out. Then folded the letter and hid it in her robes, trying to act like she had not just received a letter from some whacko.
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Hermione didn't know what to do. Was this letter a prank just to scare her? Was it real? Instead of going back to her room Hermione had followed the others back to Gryffindor Tower. She sat with Ginny and tried to keep her mind on the conversation, while the boys played exploding snap. It was soon nearing midnight and Ginny, Neville, and Ron had already headed up to bed, Harry had stayed up to played a round of Wizards Chess with a sixth year. Hermione sat quietly reading, or really, staring at the book in her hands, thinking about the letter she had received.
"Check mate," was shouted by the very happy sixth year, who practically danced up the stairs afterward.
"Yeah good game," Harry grumbled, he looked over and noticed Hermione was still there.
"Hermione shouldn't you be getting back to the Head Girl Suite?"
"Hmm...oh..oh yes, sorry, I didn't notice the time. Well i'll be off then."
She was dragging her feet as she made her way to the portrait, then paused and swung around, "Wait! Harry would you umm...walk me back to my room? It's been ages since we've just talked."
"Oh, yeah sure."
They left the common room and walked to the third floor where her private rooms were, talking about the upcoming Quidditch match-- Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff. They soon arrived at a picture of beautiful waterfall, with a meadow, where some Unicorns were grazing happily. A little girl was resting on a bed of flowers and when Hermione and Harry approached she waved. After whispering the password and saying goodbye to Harry she checked the outer room, bathroom, and bedroom making sure no one was hiding in her chambers. Taking her wand out she put wards on her bedroom door and tried not to think about the disturbing letter.
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A/N: Chapter title is 'Fever' by Michael Buble'.
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Chapter 3- Fever
Classes seemed to fly by after Potions, or maybe it just seemed that way. She had found that when Severus Snape was anywhere near her, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Hermione sighed and smiled as she thought of the Potions Master and his starring role in her very steamy dream last night. A couple of third year Ravenclaws giggled at the dazed look, then hurried on their way down the corridor, wondering what the Head Girl could be thinking of.
Having Arithmancy as her last class of the day was a plus because it gave her some time on her way down to dinner in the Great Hall, time to think about him. He was far from the classic heart-throb look, but she had never liked men with an exceptionally muscled physique, tan, tall, blue-eyed, and blonde. Viktor Krum was a prime example. He had been duck-footed with eyebrows that were bushier than her hair, he was interesting to talk to though, uhh, when you could understand him. Severus was really a BIG step up from Viktor. Besides many girls probably had a little thing for the surly Potions Master. Being tall, dark, and handso...umm hook nosed. Well anyways it wasn't as if she could be the only one could it?
Hermione was so deep in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the dark figure walking towards her, with his eyes concentrated on the ground as he walked. They reached the giant doors to the Great Hall at the same time, both reaching forward to push the doors open. Severus' hand settled over Hermiones' against the door. They both looked up in surprise but neither retracted their hand from the others.
His black eyes bore into her brown ones. Shock was evident at first as he looked into her eyes but then they seemed to change to a darker richer shade, like melted dark chocolate. It was almost as if he was seeing...FUCK, did the foolish girl have feelings for him! If so he was in deep, deep shit. He quickly pulled his hand off of hers and scowled. Her eyes softened a bit and he could see the sides of her mouth turn up a little in a smile, she was still staring at him. Little wench!
"Miss Granger are you enjoying the view," he smirked when she turned almost as red as Weasley's hair. Making a quick decision, he used Legilimency, confirming that the Gryffindor princess indeed had feelings for him. After scanning the hallway he leaned forward till his mouth was just inches from hers.
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. He wasn't going to kiss her was he...WAS HE! Oh please, please just a little kiss. She tried as hard as she could to control her breathing but was failing. Damn, when did it get so hot in the hallway, she was burning. His face came closer...closer...she closed her eyes waiting for his lips only to feel his breath caress her ear as he spoke.
"Ten points from Gryffindor."
Her eyes snapped open and narrowed on her Professor.
"What for?"
"Having inappropriate thoughts."
Severus almost laughed when her eyes grew to the size of saucers and her mouth fell open, her face turned an even redder shade than before. A quick smile came to his face before he had the chance to fight it. He pushed the door open and strode inside, biting his cheek along way to the head table.
A couple of minutes had passed before Hermione was calm enough to go inside. She quickly made her way to where Harry, Ron, Neville, and Ginny were seated. They each gave her a once over and said 'hi' as she settled onto the bench. She was still a bit pink in the cheeks but thankfully no one seemed to notice. As she loaded her plate with roasted potatoes, chicken, and some mixed vegetables a couple of owls flew in to deliver some late post. Spearing a potato, Hermione jumped as a letter fell into her goblet of pumpkin juice, splashing onto Ginny and Neville. She apologized then opened her letter and read:
Hermione you are looking quite delicious lately and I have found myself wanting a taste. You are driving me mad with the sway of your hips, when you bite your lip in class, and the way you look when you sleep is simply wicked. You stir an animal like need in me to claim you for my own. To take you away and hide you for my eyes only, but I know I must bide my time, everything must be right for you. - -Until then, My Hermione
Ginny saw Hermione's face turn a ghastly shade of white while reading the letter. She reached out and put her hand gently on Hermione's arm.
"What's wrong?" she whispered.
"N..noth..nothing." she stammered out. Then folded the letter and hid it in her robes, trying to act like she had not just received a letter from some whacko.
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Hermione didn't know what to do. Was this letter a prank just to scare her? Was it real? Instead of going back to her room Hermione had followed the others back to Gryffindor Tower. She sat with Ginny and tried to keep her mind on the conversation, while the boys played exploding snap. It was soon nearing midnight and Ginny, Neville, and Ron had already headed up to bed, Harry had stayed up to played a round of Wizards Chess with a sixth year. Hermione sat quietly reading, or really, staring at the book in her hands, thinking about the letter she had received.
"Check mate," was shouted by the very happy sixth year, who practically danced up the stairs afterward.
"Yeah good game," Harry grumbled, he looked over and noticed Hermione was still there.
"Hermione shouldn't you be getting back to the Head Girl Suite?"
"Hmm...oh..oh yes, sorry, I didn't notice the time. Well i'll be off then."
She was dragging her feet as she made her way to the portrait, then paused and swung around, "Wait! Harry would you umm...walk me back to my room? It's been ages since we've just talked."
"Oh, yeah sure."
They left the common room and walked to the third floor where her private rooms were, talking about the upcoming Quidditch match-- Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff. They soon arrived at a picture of beautiful waterfall, with a meadow, where some Unicorns were grazing happily. A little girl was resting on a bed of flowers and when Hermione and Harry approached she waved. After whispering the password and saying goodbye to Harry she checked the outer room, bathroom, and bedroom making sure no one was hiding in her chambers. Taking her wand out she put wards on her bedroom door and tried not to think about the disturbing letter.
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A/N: Chapter title is 'Fever' by Michael Buble'.