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Happy Christmas Severus Snape: A Challenge Fic
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
11,263
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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i own nothing related to Harry Potter or the Harry Potter Universe. I make no money from this fic only friends and smiles. =)
Upon A Midnight Clear
Upon A Midnight Clear
By: Sarah_Rae
Severus Snape trudged through the heavy snow that surrounded Hogwarts. It was a clear, cold Christmas Eve and he had been walking the grounds for hours just thinking, his head swimming with images of a certain curly-haired witch.
He knew he was kidding himself. Why in the world would she ever want an old scrooge like himself?
The warming charms had long since worn off, so he began the long walk back to the dungeons.
As he traversed the damp corridors with practiced ease a strange sound caught his attention. It was coming form the direction of his classroom. As he made his way closer the sound became louder and more distinguishable- Christmas music.
What little dunderhead had broken into his classroom? His strides became longer and more determined. There was really no need to taunt him with the peaceful happy melody.
Just wait until he got his hands on them-he thought.
He burst into the room; the large wooden door slamming into the stone wall, his wet robes still billowed around his frame as he entered. The door creaked back and latched.
The angry scowl that was fixed on his pale face quickly turned into an expression of complete confusion and awe.
Hermione was perched on his desk, her long hair hung around her shoulders, and her garnet colored dress hugged her chest and showed just enough leg to drive a man wild.
“Professor Granger,” His greeting holding a question within the rough sound of his voice.
“Severus,” she chuckled, “please call me Hermione.” She smiled as she slipped off his desk.
She began to walk toward him, her hips swinging in time to the soft melody that played in the room. The candlelight surrounded her giving her the look of some spirit sent to seduce him.
She stopped once she stood toe to toe with the dreaded potions master.
“Hermione?”
“Come, dance with me Severus.” She offered holding out her arms to him.
His body moved of its own accord. One arm wrapping around her waist the other hand grasped her small warm hand in his larger callous one.
They began to softly sway together. He looked down, still in shock that the witch of his fantasies was there in his arms, smiling up at him.
“I am not blind Severus, nor and I oblivious to my surroundings.” She kept smiling as she spoke.
“I don’t understand.”
“I have watched you, watch me, for the past year now. I have grown tired of waiting for you to do anything about this attraction, so I decided to make a move, as it were.”
“I just never thought that you would—could, have any feelings for me, beyond merely a working friendship.”
“You have always been something more to me- first as the only professor to really challenge me, then as a comrade in arms, then a colleague, now a love interest.”
Severus stopped moving and just looked down at the remarkable witch in his arms.
“I don’t want you thinking anything along the lines of you being unworthy, or too old, or anything else.” She scolded as she watched his brow crease with thought. “I want you Severus, and I have a feeling you want me too. I suggest that we retire to my rooms.”
How did she know what was going through his mind? Wait, her rooms?
“Come Severus, it is Christmas Eve and I would rather spend it curled with you on my couch then in this draft dungeon.
“As you wish.” Was his only response as she pulled him from the room, the music ending as she stepped through the doorway.
He watched her the entire time, her fingers wrapped tightly around his, the swish of her hair across the back of her dress.
Suddenly they were standing in her sitting room, a warm fire blazing, and a small Christmas tree in the corner twinkling with white light.
She brought him to her plush sofa and pulled him down next to her.
“Say something Severus,” she asked, “If this isn’t what you want, just say so…” he watched as the confidence slipped from her eyes.
Was she really worried about his acceptance of her?
“Forgive me Hermione, I am just still in shock, I never imaged to actually receive the only thing I have wanted for so long, tonight. I am waiting to wake up alone in my room at any moment.”
He explained. She reached forward and gently stroked the worry lines on his forehead.
“It is all very real Severus, I assure you. Me and the offer I made.”
“Are you positive you want to attempt being…with me.”
“Oh yes indeed, I have wanted this for some time as well, make this a Christmas to remember,” she whispered as she leaned in closer to him.
How could he deny her, as their lips touched the bell tolled Midnight.
She pulled back slightly and whispered “Happy Christmas.”
“It already is.” He answered and returned his lips to hers.
*****
A/N Just some Holiday Cheer for our dear couple.
Hope you enjoyed :)
xox Sarah
By: Sarah_Rae
Severus Snape trudged through the heavy snow that surrounded Hogwarts. It was a clear, cold Christmas Eve and he had been walking the grounds for hours just thinking, his head swimming with images of a certain curly-haired witch.
He knew he was kidding himself. Why in the world would she ever want an old scrooge like himself?
The warming charms had long since worn off, so he began the long walk back to the dungeons.
As he traversed the damp corridors with practiced ease a strange sound caught his attention. It was coming form the direction of his classroom. As he made his way closer the sound became louder and more distinguishable- Christmas music.
What little dunderhead had broken into his classroom? His strides became longer and more determined. There was really no need to taunt him with the peaceful happy melody.
Just wait until he got his hands on them-he thought.
He burst into the room; the large wooden door slamming into the stone wall, his wet robes still billowed around his frame as he entered. The door creaked back and latched.
The angry scowl that was fixed on his pale face quickly turned into an expression of complete confusion and awe.
Hermione was perched on his desk, her long hair hung around her shoulders, and her garnet colored dress hugged her chest and showed just enough leg to drive a man wild.
“Professor Granger,” His greeting holding a question within the rough sound of his voice.
“Severus,” she chuckled, “please call me Hermione.” She smiled as she slipped off his desk.
She began to walk toward him, her hips swinging in time to the soft melody that played in the room. The candlelight surrounded her giving her the look of some spirit sent to seduce him.
She stopped once she stood toe to toe with the dreaded potions master.
“Hermione?”
“Come, dance with me Severus.” She offered holding out her arms to him.
His body moved of its own accord. One arm wrapping around her waist the other hand grasped her small warm hand in his larger callous one.
They began to softly sway together. He looked down, still in shock that the witch of his fantasies was there in his arms, smiling up at him.
“I am not blind Severus, nor and I oblivious to my surroundings.” She kept smiling as she spoke.
“I don’t understand.”
“I have watched you, watch me, for the past year now. I have grown tired of waiting for you to do anything about this attraction, so I decided to make a move, as it were.”
“I just never thought that you would—could, have any feelings for me, beyond merely a working friendship.”
“You have always been something more to me- first as the only professor to really challenge me, then as a comrade in arms, then a colleague, now a love interest.”
Severus stopped moving and just looked down at the remarkable witch in his arms.
“I don’t want you thinking anything along the lines of you being unworthy, or too old, or anything else.” She scolded as she watched his brow crease with thought. “I want you Severus, and I have a feeling you want me too. I suggest that we retire to my rooms.”
How did she know what was going through his mind? Wait, her rooms?
“Come Severus, it is Christmas Eve and I would rather spend it curled with you on my couch then in this draft dungeon.
“As you wish.” Was his only response as she pulled him from the room, the music ending as she stepped through the doorway.
He watched her the entire time, her fingers wrapped tightly around his, the swish of her hair across the back of her dress.
Suddenly they were standing in her sitting room, a warm fire blazing, and a small Christmas tree in the corner twinkling with white light.
She brought him to her plush sofa and pulled him down next to her.
“Say something Severus,” she asked, “If this isn’t what you want, just say so…” he watched as the confidence slipped from her eyes.
Was she really worried about his acceptance of her?
“Forgive me Hermione, I am just still in shock, I never imaged to actually receive the only thing I have wanted for so long, tonight. I am waiting to wake up alone in my room at any moment.”
He explained. She reached forward and gently stroked the worry lines on his forehead.
“It is all very real Severus, I assure you. Me and the offer I made.”
“Are you positive you want to attempt being…with me.”
“Oh yes indeed, I have wanted this for some time as well, make this a Christmas to remember,” she whispered as she leaned in closer to him.
How could he deny her, as their lips touched the bell tolled Midnight.
She pulled back slightly and whispered “Happy Christmas.”
“It already is.” He answered and returned his lips to hers.
*****
A/N Just some Holiday Cheer for our dear couple.
Hope you enjoyed :)
xox Sarah