Happy Bloody Christmas, Severus Snape!
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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15
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19,150
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31
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Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter Three
Dinner would have been an absurdly boring affair but, as it was, the pair had plenty to contemplate. Hermione had been journeying to Hogwarts for the last five years. Each year he had, in mild politeness, answered her questions no matter how inane. And yet, Severus Snape had never shown any interest in her whatsoever until tonight. Perhaps she had imagined it? Perhaps in her desire to fill the void that had been growing since she took up with Ron she had dreamt it all up.
Beside her Severus was also pondering. Five years she had been coming back to the castle, and all five years he had been oblivious to the problems surrounding her and the Weasley boy. She had been curious during her time at Hogwarts, but he did not ever remember her having so many questions. It had been a sign and he had been so desperate not to see the good changes in her that he had also failed to see the bad.
“Miss Granger, I will have to remind you that playing footsy, even as a guest, is not permitted in this school” Severus muttered, his lips brushing against her ear. Hermione blushed, but continued sliding her bare foot up and down his naked calves. Prior to popular belief, and much to Hermione’s wicked delight, Severus Snape did not wear anything under his robes. Anything, but she supposed underwear. Harry had once mentioned Snape being hung upside down with his graying underwear bared to the world. She wondered if he wore boxers with cute little Santa’s…perhaps she’d buy him a pair.
“But professor, it’s the Christmas holidays soon. Shouldn’t we relax the standards just a little?”
“Miss Granger,” he said softly, inhaling the jasmine scent of her body lotion, “as much as I would –ah- enjoy relaxing the standards.”
Hermione cut him off, a tiny hand caressing his inner thigh. “My name is Hermione. Surely after twelve years you know that. Where could the harm lie?”
Her words were music to his ears: if only he could listen to them. His head said that even if she gave her consent his Miss Granger was still not ready for him. His heart said something different. Miss Granger was anything but foolhardy, and if she offered him the chance at a few moments of genuine happiness he would be stupid not to take it. But then when it came to Severus Snape nothing was ever easy; those things that did come easily simply weren’t worth it. This situation was no different.
“The harm, Miss Granger” he sneered, “comes when you wake up the morning after, and find yourself staring into the dull lifeless eyes of a death eater. No, Miss Granger, I will not have your regret on my head.”
Hermione pulled her hand back quickly as if she had been burned. It, however, wasn’t the only thing that burned. As the headmaster pushed back his seat, it clattered loudly against the stone tiles, calling attention to him as he stormed out of the great hall, leaving a hurt and confused Hermione Granger in his wake.
Beside her Severus was also pondering. Five years she had been coming back to the castle, and all five years he had been oblivious to the problems surrounding her and the Weasley boy. She had been curious during her time at Hogwarts, but he did not ever remember her having so many questions. It had been a sign and he had been so desperate not to see the good changes in her that he had also failed to see the bad.
“Miss Granger, I will have to remind you that playing footsy, even as a guest, is not permitted in this school” Severus muttered, his lips brushing against her ear. Hermione blushed, but continued sliding her bare foot up and down his naked calves. Prior to popular belief, and much to Hermione’s wicked delight, Severus Snape did not wear anything under his robes. Anything, but she supposed underwear. Harry had once mentioned Snape being hung upside down with his graying underwear bared to the world. She wondered if he wore boxers with cute little Santa’s…perhaps she’d buy him a pair.
“But professor, it’s the Christmas holidays soon. Shouldn’t we relax the standards just a little?”
“Miss Granger,” he said softly, inhaling the jasmine scent of her body lotion, “as much as I would –ah- enjoy relaxing the standards.”
Hermione cut him off, a tiny hand caressing his inner thigh. “My name is Hermione. Surely after twelve years you know that. Where could the harm lie?”
Her words were music to his ears: if only he could listen to them. His head said that even if she gave her consent his Miss Granger was still not ready for him. His heart said something different. Miss Granger was anything but foolhardy, and if she offered him the chance at a few moments of genuine happiness he would be stupid not to take it. But then when it came to Severus Snape nothing was ever easy; those things that did come easily simply weren’t worth it. This situation was no different.
“The harm, Miss Granger” he sneered, “comes when you wake up the morning after, and find yourself staring into the dull lifeless eyes of a death eater. No, Miss Granger, I will not have your regret on my head.”
Hermione pulled her hand back quickly as if she had been burned. It, however, wasn’t the only thing that burned. As the headmaster pushed back his seat, it clattered loudly against the stone tiles, calling attention to him as he stormed out of the great hall, leaving a hurt and confused Hermione Granger in his wake.