Paradise called Ojén

4.


It was half past five when Hermione got up. After a whole night of tossing and crying she needed some fresh air and just be alone. She decended the stairs and walked to the kitchen. She opened the door to the garden and stood in the door post for a while, thinking about Snape. She still didn’t liked the idea to spend days, weeks or even months with the in in the same house. On the other hand, she couldn’t forget the sight of him, sitting near her bed and wearing only his black boxers.


“You really need to get that thought out of your system , girl. He’s a git and even if he weren’t, he’s your Potions professor.” She told herself, hopin mak make some sense out of it. Still, that gorgeous built body kept crawling through her head. She decided she had to make the best out of it. Maybe if she kept her cool and tried to be nice and civil with him, they would get along a bit. At least tolerate each others presence without being irritated all day.


She walked to the vegetable garden and bent to get some fresh tomatoes.


“You did a good job while we were away.” She walked back to the kitchen and made her some orange juice and tea. She walked to the nearest cupboard and saw to her surprise that it contained all the needed ingredients to bake bread. She stared right away, Snape must be hungry when he wakes up.


She’d shut her mind completely from what had happened with her parents. She didn’t want to think about it anymore, it would make her cry. She kneaded the dough and put in in the form. They had a old fashioned woodoven so the bread would be rising very soon. She turned on the radio and switched to the frequency which played music from the seventies. To her luck she heard a song from The Who, Baba O’riley. It was her favourite right after Substitute. She sang along and didn’t noticed the tall, now fully dressed, man in the shadows. By the end of the song she danced at the rhythm of the violin solo.


Snape could hardly suppress a smile at theht oht of seeing her dancing like that. ‘Silly girl’ he thought and didn’t notice his foot tapping with the tune. The song ended and he stepped out of his hidingplace.


“Nice dance, Miss Granger. But isn’t it a bit early to turn that thing on and yell the whole song?” he said sarcastic and pretended to yawn. Hermione jumped at that sudden sneering voice behind.
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“If you ever dare doing that again, professor, I’ll kick you out of this house and you will be sleeping in the shed!” she snarled back. She didn’t even wait for him to reply and strode out of the kitchen.


Snape’s blood was boiling in his veins. He already was in a foul mood this morning, although, the bed he slept in was very comfertable. Must have cost a fortune, he’d thought when he layed down the first time to try it out. But to have her, that little prat, talking to him that way…. It must stop, right now! his right mind screamed and he ran after her.


“Miss Granger! I will not tolerate this from you! Stand still when I’m talking to you!” he yelled and abruptly Hermione stopped with the result that Snape almost bumbed into her. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. “Listen to me, and listen good… I will not let you yell at me again. If you do, I’ll give you detention.”he said as calm as possible.


“You can’t…”


“I can, Miss Granger. I’m still your teacher eventhough we aren’t at Hogwarts! This year I have to teach you all main subject that are important for your N.E.W.T exams. Detentions included.” He let go of her and breathed in and out before he continued. “The Headmaster will send all your books by Muggle mail. I expect it to arrive within a week. Muggle mail is the only way to get in contact with the Headmaster or Minister Weasley. You can’t write directly to Potter and Weasley. If you want to, send it to professor Dumbledore, but don’t mention our hidingplace. Do you understand, Miss Granger.” He could see she was still furious. He wanted to spare her grieve but he couldn’t and wouldn’t. She was a silly girl and a Gryffindor. ‘She is NOT a silly girl, Sev. Just stay away from her and you’ll be safe from getting hurt.’ He thought and tried to smile a bit.


“I do. Can I go now, breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. Be on time!” she said and went upstairs. She saw him sweating in his black robes and thought it wouldn’t fit for the weather nor to go to a village where they hadn’t had any wizards. She went to her parents bedroom and opened her fathers closet.


“You can do with a pair ot these… Ah, that shirt fits great with those shorts. No socks!” she said and felt the anger fade away soon. Back in her memory she remembered her father was almost as tall as Snape, he should fit in those clothes. She heard the soft sound of the alarm near the oven and took the clothes with her.


“Here, I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind you wearing those.” She said as she laid them next to Snape on the table. He’d already covered the table with every eatable thing he could find. He looked up and saw the clothes.


“I… Miss Granger, I can’t. They’re Tom’s.” he stuttered. He was surprised she would even consider him wearing her father’s things. “I can’t even expect you want me to wear it. I’ll just wear these if you find it hard to look at, Miss Granger.” He tried to sound nice but had a hard time doing so.


“Just put it on and eat!” she said stern and shove the clothes in his lap.


“Do I have permission to do that after breakfast, Miss Granger.” he said with a velvety, yet icy voice. As if he, Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts, needed to ask permission to change clothing after breakfast from a student. Never! “Do not disparage me, Miss Granger.” He ended hissing. He dropped the package in the chair next to him and reached for the teapot. “Tea?”


“Yes please. Two sugar, sir.” Snape raised a brow. ‘Can you really be civil?’ he thought and dropped two cubes of sugar into her teacup. “Thank you.”


“Where are we anyway? I told you not to mention our hidingspot but even I don’t know where we are.” Snape said suddenly between two bites of bread.


“The little village I take you to today is Ojén. It’s a small fisher’s village and about 40 miles from Málaga. My parents choose this place because here won’t come any tourists.” She took a new bite from her bread and looked out of the window. She swallowed her food and continued. “Look down there on the right. See the village? It’s qiute a walk to come there but almost no one knows we have our cottage here up the mountain.”


“Almost no one?” he raised his left brow and was about to make a sneering comment when Hermione already started talking.


“Yes, almost no one. Only the gardener and some friends from the village know. Even Harry and Ron don’t know about this house. I didn’t tell them, even afetr all these years, that we went to Spain instead of France.”


“Do you miss them, Miss Granger?” Snape really did his best to not piss her off again. “Potter and Weasley I mean. You know you can contact them in a few days.”


“I know and yes I do miss them already. But I have to learn to do things without them. This is a whole new adventure for me and I have to do this all alone.” This would make him feel guilty for not being nice to her all of these years. She was wrong about that.


“You’ll do just fine, Miss Granger.” He answered to her surprise but couldn’t be disappointed about it. This was Snape speaking, what did she expect else from him? “Now, finish your breakfast.” He finished and started eating again. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. “I saw that, Miss Granger!” he hissed under his breath which made Hermione smirk.


“Than you must be glad about knowing one thing, professor.” She teased.


“And that is?” he sighed and regretted that statement immediately.


“That you aren’t blind.” Snape glared at her but didn’t replied, he knew better. He would get back to her one day. ‘Better watch your back, girl.’ He thought and finished his bread in silence.


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Hermione was doing the dishes while Snape was upstairs in his room. He looked at the heap lying on his bed. ‘She really is okay about it, so why aren’t you?’ he said inwardly. It took him another minute to convince himself that it was no big deal to wear Tom’s clothes and undid the buttons of his shirt. It took him several minutes to d by by hand.


“Damn buttons and damn the Dark Lord!” he mocked and shove the thin material from his shoulders. He took Tom’s short sleeved shirt and looked at the lable. “Ralph Lauren? Never heard of him…” Not thinking about it any more he buttoned it up and switched trousers. Shorts weren’t his favourites, he thought he had too thin legs for e. He. He looked in the mirror and noticed his pale legs. “Nice… I could do with a bit of sun as long as we are here.” The last thing he did was putting on the shoes. It was amazing him he still had the same size as Tom.


There was a soft knock on the door and Snape jumped at it. it was pointless to ask who was there as only Hermione and he were in the house. Another knock on the door pulled him back to earth and he sighed. ‘What now.’ he hissed in his head and walked to the door.


“Can’t a man have some time alone to get properly dressed, Miss Granger?” he said and eyed her with an irritated expression. Only then he saw what she held in her hand.


“I… I just thought you would like to… forget it. Sorry I bothered you, professor.”she turned on her heels, feeling highly disappointed in him. ‘Why was he always expecting the worse of her.’


“Miss Granger, stop there right now and turn around!” he snapped at her.


“What’s the point of it? You were clearly telling me to get lost!” she shouted and tears were starting to form in her eyes. It weren’t tears of rejection or fear, though. It were pure tears of anger. “If you will excuse me, SIR.”


“No I won’t. Get back here and stop crying, for Merlin’s sake.” He said and folded his arms. He wouldn’t apologize to her, he just wouldn’t. After some hesitation she walked back to where Snape stood. “Good girl. Now, just tell me why you knocking on my door.


Hermione stood there, whiping the tears away with the back of her hand. She looked so angry that Snape couldn’t help but smirking at her. Hermione narrowed her eyes and shook her head. ‘That man is so URHGGGGGGGG…’ But instead of telling him that she took a deep breath and shut her eyes for a mt.
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“I just came to knock on your door to give you these razor. I thought you would like tos have before we go to the village. I’ve never seen you unshaven, ever.” She was calm now and held out her hand. Snape reached for it and brushed her hand when taking it from her. It sent a shiver up his spine. He didn’t noticed Hermione felt the same thing at that moment. Their eyes locked only for a moment when Snape quickly withdrew his hand.


“Thank you, Miss Granger. That is exactly what I need right now.”He said not looking her in the eyes. He felt so stupid for snapping at her. She wasn’t that bad as he always kept in mind. Sure, she was an annoying little know-it-all from the house he most disliked of all houses, but in some way it came from the bottom of her heart. Even if she didn’t liked him, despised him even, she tried to make the best of it and accept him the way he was. “If you will excuse me now… I’ll be ready in about ten minutes.” He gave her a smal nod and closed the door.


“You’re insane if you fall in love with him, Herm. Look how he treats you for giving him his needs. He will never accept you as a witch, an equal or a woman. You’ll always be the silly little girl who knows too much.” She whispered as she walked down to her own room to get dressed herself. She took one of her short summer dresseom tom the suitcase and pulled it over her head. “It wouldn’t work anyway, you keep fighting all day now. You don’t want to know how it is to live with him permenent in his rooms.” She said as she looked in the bathroom mirror. “Just forget him and find yourself a decent man, for god’s sake.”