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Fire
Chapter Four
“Fire” by Jimi Hendrix
Alright,
now listen, baby
You don\'t care for me
I don\'-a care about that
Gotta new fool, ha!
I like it like that
I have only one burning desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire [Repeat 4 times]
Listen here, baby
and stop acting so crazy
You say your mum ain\'t home,
it ain\'t my concern,
Just play with me and you won\'t get burned
I have only one itching desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire [Repeat 4 times]
Oh! Move over, Rover
and let Jimi take over
Yeah, you know what I\'m talking \'bout
Yeah, get on with it, baby
That\'s what I\'m talking \'bout
Now dig this!
Ha!
Now listen, baby
You try to gimme your money
you better save it, babe
Save it for your rainy day
I have only one burning desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire
- - -
“Checkmate!” Sitting back with a triumphant grin spread over her face, Hermione looked up into Severus’ face, her smile growing even wider at his surprised facial expression.
“What… Did you think I could never beat you?” she teased.
“As a matter of fact…” he smirked.
Hitting him lightly on his arm, she cried out in mock anger, “Why, Severus Snape! You’re the most conceited man I’ve ever known!”
Clutching his chest, Severus fake-moaned, “Ah! You wound me, milady!”
Finally, giggling, Hermione leaned forward and threw her arms around his shoulders, giving him a large, tight hug. Though they’d only began their chess game a week before, their late-night games and talks afterward had brought about a warm friendship between the two of them. Hugging her back, Severus discretely smelled her hair. ‘Such sweet torture…’ he thought mournfully. Because of their budding friendship, he realized that he would become yet another Weasley or Potter; always a friend for Hermione, but nothing more.
That had been one surprising thing he’d learned from her: She’d never actually had a relationship beyond friendship with either of her close, Gryffindor “pals,” never having seen either of them as anything more than brother-like figures.
Letting Hermione pull away, Severus studied her face, though he did not need to; Hermione’s face was already ingrained in his love-sick mind. Seeing confusion flicker momentarily over her face, he looked away, and began replacing the chess pieces.
Hermione sighed. Severus had passed up yet another opportunity to make a move. She knew he fancied her, possibly even more… Merlin knew she had been sending him encouraging signals recently, but he had yet to act on her advances. Being rather old-fashioned when it came to courting, Hermione preferred not to put herself in a vulnerable position, or make herself look overly wanton, when that was really not what she was. She was passionate, and needy of Severus’ love and attentions. Hermione did not know if she loved him, but the thought of being in love was intoxicating. Given time, she knew she could grow to love the dark, intelligent man sitting across from her.
When had she realized how much she desired him? At what point did she start to feel slightly dizzy every time she saw him walk into the room? Her current feelings for him had certainly existed, if in smaller amounts, when she was still a student. Sitting in Snape’s Potions class for hours on end, listening to his voice of liquid velvet, feeling it over her skin… she shuddered upon remembering her fantasies.
“Are you cold?” Severus looked concerned.
Hermione looked up and smiled. “A little, but you don’t have to…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Severus had stood up and transfigured the chair he had been sitting on into a loveseat. Sitting back down and motioning for her to join him, Hermione complied, and sat beside him.
Taking her in his arms, rubbing them lightly to help the circulation, Snape spoke softly, “If I had a fireplace, I’d have a fire blazing for you, however, I do not, so we must make do.”
Hermione giggled lightly. “I’m certainly not complaining.”
“Oh?” Leaning his chin onto the top of her head, Severus could feel her smile against his chest.
“No. You’re quite warm, and it’s comforting.”
Severus felt his heart dip slightly at her comment. He really was just a friend helping to comfort her, after all… ‘Oh well… I may as well make the most of it.’
They sat as they were for nearly half an hour before Severus began to feel Hermione’s hot breath coming in steady little puffs between the buttons of his shirt. Shuddering lightly, he picked her up and carried her back to her rooms, like any true gentleman would.
After all… What were friends for?
* * * *
Hermione awoke the next morning, stretching and immediately realizing the absence of the body of heat that had been present when she had fallen asleep. Glancing around at where she was, she saw that Severus had brought her back to her rooms.
‘How sweet,’ she thought bitterly. ‘Always a fucking gentleman…’
After furiously brushing her teeth, yanking the knots out of her tangled nest of a head, and jerking her robes on, she stamped out of her room and down to breakfast.
Luckily, the students still were not back at Hogwarts, so there was no one to see Professor Granger storm down the hallways, clearly pissed over something.
“Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning…” a voice drawled. Turning her head and growling in the direction of where it came from, she was startled, but only fleetingly, to look up into a dark, familiar eyes.
“Good morning… Severus,” Hermione growled. After having felt such pent-up sexual frustration for over a week now, the man in front of her was proving to be little more than a painful reminder of her lack of physical attention.
Ignoring her hostility, he soundlessly offered his arm to lead Hermione into the Great Hall. Walking right by him without even looking at him, she flung the doors open and strode purposefully over to her seat and plopped herself down into it. She then took the time to glare over at Severus, who was still standing outside, daring him to come anywhere near her.
Accepting the silent challenge, he moved gracefully over to the seat beside her and lowered himself into the chair. Wordlessly picking up his fork and knife, he began to consume his breakfast.
Hermione, eating voraciously, had drawn the attention of Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Flitwick, who were all looking on in amusement at the display. Severus was the only one that did not see the expression of intense fury on Hermione’s face.
Upon finishing, Hermione let her silverware fall to the table with a clang. Severus jumped slightly, though the other three had been prepared for her sudden action. Looking at Hermione’s face, Severus worked up the courage to ask, “Is there something wrong, Hermione?”
She turned to him, the air between the crackling from the intensity of her stare. “Is something wrong?” Her voice, though soft and quiet, echoed throughout the room. “Yes, Severus, as a matter of fact, something IS wrong!”
Hermione shoved her chair back and stood up to tower over her prey.
“Over the days that I have been here, I’ve noticed that you fancy me!” At this, his eyes grew wide. “I don’t give a fuck about that, in particular! But…” She paused to catch her breath, then started back in on her tirade. “I DO care that, after all the signals I’ve been sending you, YOU HAVEN’T EVEN MADE ONE, SINGLE, FUCKING MOVE! I FANCY YOU, YOU FOOL! STOP BEING SUCH AN IDIOT AND DO SOMETHING, ALREADY!”
The rest of the staff in the room was quiet for a solid two minutes, while Hermione sat back down at her place and calmly poured herself a cup a coffee. Severus, alarmed, stared on in wonderment at her magnificent temper.
Finally, Flitwick mustered up the courage to say something.
“Hermione, are you part Veela?” Hermione snapped to attention and glared across the table at the man sitting on the stack of books atop his chair.
“You males are all the same!” Quickly, she stood up and exited the hall. No one dared follow her.
Dumbledore turned to Severus. “My dear boy… I believe you should take her up on her request and spare us all the agony.” He then smiled at McGonagall. His twinkle, however, faded once he saw her eyes, which had turned bright red.
“Oh dear…”
“Oh dear is RIGHT Albus! Hermione’s on to something, you know. You men really are all the same! I can only assume that the three of you assume it is her time of the month, as well. Hm?” Taking the silence as an affirmation of her accusation, she stormed out of the Great Hall after Hermione.
Severus looked up from his plate, which he’d been staring at since Hermione had stomped out.
“Albus, I believe it has begun.”
“What has begun, Severus?”
“World War Three.”
Author’s Note: Sorry, this chapter’s not as long as usual. Anyways… I know I said I wouldn’t update today. I lied.
Reviews are appreciated!
P.S. I think there will only be a couple more chapters before I wrap this thing up. I have another plot bunny hopping around in my head, and I can’t start that until I’ve finished this.
Happy Mother\'s Day, All!
-SS-
“Fire” by Jimi Hendrix
Alright,
now listen, baby
You don\'t care for me
I don\'-a care about that
Gotta new fool, ha!
I like it like that
I have only one burning desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire [Repeat 4 times]
Listen here, baby
and stop acting so crazy
You say your mum ain\'t home,
it ain\'t my concern,
Just play with me and you won\'t get burned
I have only one itching desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire [Repeat 4 times]
Oh! Move over, Rover
and let Jimi take over
Yeah, you know what I\'m talking \'bout
Yeah, get on with it, baby
That\'s what I\'m talking \'bout
Now dig this!
Ha!
Now listen, baby
You try to gimme your money
you better save it, babe
Save it for your rainy day
I have only one burning desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire
- - -
“Checkmate!” Sitting back with a triumphant grin spread over her face, Hermione looked up into Severus’ face, her smile growing even wider at his surprised facial expression.
“What… Did you think I could never beat you?” she teased.
“As a matter of fact…” he smirked.
Hitting him lightly on his arm, she cried out in mock anger, “Why, Severus Snape! You’re the most conceited man I’ve ever known!”
Clutching his chest, Severus fake-moaned, “Ah! You wound me, milady!”
Finally, giggling, Hermione leaned forward and threw her arms around his shoulders, giving him a large, tight hug. Though they’d only began their chess game a week before, their late-night games and talks afterward had brought about a warm friendship between the two of them. Hugging her back, Severus discretely smelled her hair. ‘Such sweet torture…’ he thought mournfully. Because of their budding friendship, he realized that he would become yet another Weasley or Potter; always a friend for Hermione, but nothing more.
That had been one surprising thing he’d learned from her: She’d never actually had a relationship beyond friendship with either of her close, Gryffindor “pals,” never having seen either of them as anything more than brother-like figures.
Letting Hermione pull away, Severus studied her face, though he did not need to; Hermione’s face was already ingrained in his love-sick mind. Seeing confusion flicker momentarily over her face, he looked away, and began replacing the chess pieces.
Hermione sighed. Severus had passed up yet another opportunity to make a move. She knew he fancied her, possibly even more… Merlin knew she had been sending him encouraging signals recently, but he had yet to act on her advances. Being rather old-fashioned when it came to courting, Hermione preferred not to put herself in a vulnerable position, or make herself look overly wanton, when that was really not what she was. She was passionate, and needy of Severus’ love and attentions. Hermione did not know if she loved him, but the thought of being in love was intoxicating. Given time, she knew she could grow to love the dark, intelligent man sitting across from her.
When had she realized how much she desired him? At what point did she start to feel slightly dizzy every time she saw him walk into the room? Her current feelings for him had certainly existed, if in smaller amounts, when she was still a student. Sitting in Snape’s Potions class for hours on end, listening to his voice of liquid velvet, feeling it over her skin… she shuddered upon remembering her fantasies.
“Are you cold?” Severus looked concerned.
Hermione looked up and smiled. “A little, but you don’t have to…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Severus had stood up and transfigured the chair he had been sitting on into a loveseat. Sitting back down and motioning for her to join him, Hermione complied, and sat beside him.
Taking her in his arms, rubbing them lightly to help the circulation, Snape spoke softly, “If I had a fireplace, I’d have a fire blazing for you, however, I do not, so we must make do.”
Hermione giggled lightly. “I’m certainly not complaining.”
“Oh?” Leaning his chin onto the top of her head, Severus could feel her smile against his chest.
“No. You’re quite warm, and it’s comforting.”
Severus felt his heart dip slightly at her comment. He really was just a friend helping to comfort her, after all… ‘Oh well… I may as well make the most of it.’
They sat as they were for nearly half an hour before Severus began to feel Hermione’s hot breath coming in steady little puffs between the buttons of his shirt. Shuddering lightly, he picked her up and carried her back to her rooms, like any true gentleman would.
After all… What were friends for?
* * * *
Hermione awoke the next morning, stretching and immediately realizing the absence of the body of heat that had been present when she had fallen asleep. Glancing around at where she was, she saw that Severus had brought her back to her rooms.
‘How sweet,’ she thought bitterly. ‘Always a fucking gentleman…’
After furiously brushing her teeth, yanking the knots out of her tangled nest of a head, and jerking her robes on, she stamped out of her room and down to breakfast.
Luckily, the students still were not back at Hogwarts, so there was no one to see Professor Granger storm down the hallways, clearly pissed over something.
“Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning…” a voice drawled. Turning her head and growling in the direction of where it came from, she was startled, but only fleetingly, to look up into a dark, familiar eyes.
“Good morning… Severus,” Hermione growled. After having felt such pent-up sexual frustration for over a week now, the man in front of her was proving to be little more than a painful reminder of her lack of physical attention.
Ignoring her hostility, he soundlessly offered his arm to lead Hermione into the Great Hall. Walking right by him without even looking at him, she flung the doors open and strode purposefully over to her seat and plopped herself down into it. She then took the time to glare over at Severus, who was still standing outside, daring him to come anywhere near her.
Accepting the silent challenge, he moved gracefully over to the seat beside her and lowered himself into the chair. Wordlessly picking up his fork and knife, he began to consume his breakfast.
Hermione, eating voraciously, had drawn the attention of Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Flitwick, who were all looking on in amusement at the display. Severus was the only one that did not see the expression of intense fury on Hermione’s face.
Upon finishing, Hermione let her silverware fall to the table with a clang. Severus jumped slightly, though the other three had been prepared for her sudden action. Looking at Hermione’s face, Severus worked up the courage to ask, “Is there something wrong, Hermione?”
She turned to him, the air between the crackling from the intensity of her stare. “Is something wrong?” Her voice, though soft and quiet, echoed throughout the room. “Yes, Severus, as a matter of fact, something IS wrong!”
Hermione shoved her chair back and stood up to tower over her prey.
“Over the days that I have been here, I’ve noticed that you fancy me!” At this, his eyes grew wide. “I don’t give a fuck about that, in particular! But…” She paused to catch her breath, then started back in on her tirade. “I DO care that, after all the signals I’ve been sending you, YOU HAVEN’T EVEN MADE ONE, SINGLE, FUCKING MOVE! I FANCY YOU, YOU FOOL! STOP BEING SUCH AN IDIOT AND DO SOMETHING, ALREADY!”
The rest of the staff in the room was quiet for a solid two minutes, while Hermione sat back down at her place and calmly poured herself a cup a coffee. Severus, alarmed, stared on in wonderment at her magnificent temper.
Finally, Flitwick mustered up the courage to say something.
“Hermione, are you part Veela?” Hermione snapped to attention and glared across the table at the man sitting on the stack of books atop his chair.
“You males are all the same!” Quickly, she stood up and exited the hall. No one dared follow her.
Dumbledore turned to Severus. “My dear boy… I believe you should take her up on her request and spare us all the agony.” He then smiled at McGonagall. His twinkle, however, faded once he saw her eyes, which had turned bright red.
“Oh dear…”
“Oh dear is RIGHT Albus! Hermione’s on to something, you know. You men really are all the same! I can only assume that the three of you assume it is her time of the month, as well. Hm?” Taking the silence as an affirmation of her accusation, she stormed out of the Great Hall after Hermione.
Severus looked up from his plate, which he’d been staring at since Hermione had stomped out.
“Albus, I believe it has begun.”
“What has begun, Severus?”
“World War Three.”
Author’s Note: Sorry, this chapter’s not as long as usual. Anyways… I know I said I wouldn’t update today. I lied.
Reviews are appreciated!
P.S. I think there will only be a couple more chapters before I wrap this thing up. I have another plot bunny hopping around in my head, and I can’t start that until I’ve finished this.
Happy Mother\'s Day, All!
-SS-