Dance With Me
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,111
Reviews:
41
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The plot thickens further
So as you may or may not have guessed, I\'m kind of terrible with chapter titles. They also seem to be kind of short...but I should have one coming much sooner than the last. Anyway, here\'s the latest! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and thanks so much for reading, everyone. You rock! Anyway, I realized Snape has been a little OOC, but if you think about it, J.K. Rowling hasn\'t really given us a chance to see Snape much outside of the classroom (and Harry and Ron), so I think that I\'m kind of inventing a softer side of him for mostly that reason. I imagine he\'s not really as nasty as he seems in the classroom. So ANYWAY! Here\'s the chapter. Have fun with it.
Hermione leaned forward again to capture Snape’s lips in another breathless kiss, but he held her back.
“Hermione, wait.” A hurt look crossed her face and he continued. “It’s not you…that was fantastic, but…”
“But what?” she said, obviously still drunk, and now confused.
“We really do need to talk. I mean, you’re my student. It’s just not…allowed. I do want,” he gestured at both of them, “this, but we can’t.”
“But, Severus!” she objected. “Wait, I know!” she exclaimed, an idea coming to her. A bit slower than normal, yes, because of the alcohol, but eventually she got it out, “I graduate in a few months…After that?” He smiled.
“After that…it’s possible.”
“Well, what should I do until then?” she asked sadly.
“Anticipate,” he said, with a wicked grin. “I just don’t know,” he said, his face falling slightly, “I don’t think I’m really what you want me to be.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, becoming angry. “I want you to be you. I don’t likme ame abstract thing, I like you.”
“I know that’s what you think…but Hermione…I’m not a nice man. I never will be. I think that deep down I have a kind heart, but…I will never be nice. Not even…” he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “in bed.” He spat the last words out, hesitant to say them as if that declaration would prevent that very thing from ever happening. Hermione struggled not to giggle like a schoolgirl at that phrase, but at the same time she found those w inc incredibly erotic coming from his mouth.
“Severus, if you were nice in bed, I’d be disappointed.” That was all he needed to break into the widest grin she had ever seen from her potions professor. Seeing him happy was quite possibly the sexiest thing she had ever seen and caused her to break into a grin of her own. “So,” she said, slurring slightly again, “after graduation.”
“Yes,” he answered, breathing a slight sigh of relief, “after graduation.”
“So can I ask you a question?” she asked slyly.
“What?”
“How did I do on that pop quiz last week?” He laughed, and their conversation continued well on into the night, progressively becoming more and more comfortable.
“Well,” said Hermione after several hours, “I had probably better get back to the dormitories. I imaginere wre will be some suspicion for me to clear up. Oh, don’t worry,” she said with a grin, “I’ll be appropriately vague.” He smiled.
“Would you like me to…walk you back to your rooms?” he asked, a bit awkwardly.
“I would like that very much,” she said with an encouraging smile. He took her arm and led her up the winding staircases to the portrait of the fat lady.
“I’ll leave you here then,” he said, turning towards her. Much to Hermione’s surprise, he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. This kiss was not as intense, nor as wanton as before. It was, however, a kiss full of promise of things to come. A kiss that plainly stated affection, but that hinted at much, much more. He left her side and with a sigh, she gave the password that caused the portrait to swing open. As she stepped into the common room with a dreamy smile on her face, she was immediately confronted by an agitated pair of faces—Harry’s and Ron’s.
Hermione leaned forward again to capture Snape’s lips in another breathless kiss, but he held her back.
“Hermione, wait.” A hurt look crossed her face and he continued. “It’s not you…that was fantastic, but…”
“But what?” she said, obviously still drunk, and now confused.
“We really do need to talk. I mean, you’re my student. It’s just not…allowed. I do want,” he gestured at both of them, “this, but we can’t.”
“But, Severus!” she objected. “Wait, I know!” she exclaimed, an idea coming to her. A bit slower than normal, yes, because of the alcohol, but eventually she got it out, “I graduate in a few months…After that?” He smiled.
“After that…it’s possible.”
“Well, what should I do until then?” she asked sadly.
“Anticipate,” he said, with a wicked grin. “I just don’t know,” he said, his face falling slightly, “I don’t think I’m really what you want me to be.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, becoming angry. “I want you to be you. I don’t likme ame abstract thing, I like you.”
“I know that’s what you think…but Hermione…I’m not a nice man. I never will be. I think that deep down I have a kind heart, but…I will never be nice. Not even…” he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “in bed.” He spat the last words out, hesitant to say them as if that declaration would prevent that very thing from ever happening. Hermione struggled not to giggle like a schoolgirl at that phrase, but at the same time she found those w inc incredibly erotic coming from his mouth.
“Severus, if you were nice in bed, I’d be disappointed.” That was all he needed to break into the widest grin she had ever seen from her potions professor. Seeing him happy was quite possibly the sexiest thing she had ever seen and caused her to break into a grin of her own. “So,” she said, slurring slightly again, “after graduation.”
“Yes,” he answered, breathing a slight sigh of relief, “after graduation.”
“So can I ask you a question?” she asked slyly.
“What?”
“How did I do on that pop quiz last week?” He laughed, and their conversation continued well on into the night, progressively becoming more and more comfortable.
“Well,” said Hermione after several hours, “I had probably better get back to the dormitories. I imaginere wre will be some suspicion for me to clear up. Oh, don’t worry,” she said with a grin, “I’ll be appropriately vague.” He smiled.
“Would you like me to…walk you back to your rooms?” he asked, a bit awkwardly.
“I would like that very much,” she said with an encouraging smile. He took her arm and led her up the winding staircases to the portrait of the fat lady.
“I’ll leave you here then,” he said, turning towards her. Much to Hermione’s surprise, he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. This kiss was not as intense, nor as wanton as before. It was, however, a kiss full of promise of things to come. A kiss that plainly stated affection, but that hinted at much, much more. He left her side and with a sigh, she gave the password that caused the portrait to swing open. As she stepped into the common room with a dreamy smile on her face, she was immediately confronted by an agitated pair of faces—Harry’s and Ron’s.