Professor, You're Mine!

“Please tell me that I didn’t see what I think that I just saw!” Ron howled to Harry.



Harry himself was stunned. He had just watched his best friend wrap her arms around their snarky potions professor and kiss him for all her worth, and then when he yelled at her she yelled back stating that he was hers! He took a deep breath to try and keep from hyperventilating. There is no way that that greasy bat was Hermione’s mate! It couldn’t be, could it?



“Harry!” Ron shouted, upset first because of Hermione, and then again because Harry was ignoring him.



“Sorry, Ron, I was in shock,” he said.



“What the bloody hell was that about?” he demanded.



“I would guess that Snape is her mate,” he groaned.



“Oh bloody hell!” Ron said in great pain.







“Did The Know-It-All-Granger just snog Professor Snape?” Pansy giggled.



Draco was stunned. He needed to send another owl out immediately to his father. He stood and said, “I’ll meet you in the common room later,” and left his stunned friends.



Pansy watched Draco race across the room and figured where he was going. She loved the idea of marrying into a family with so much money and pureblood status, but she wondered what it would be like to be married to a man who could not think for himself. Draco couldn’t even pick out his socks without consulting his father.







“Miss Granger, please have a seat,” Dumbledore said. He was still shocked. There were very few things that went on in his school that shocked him, but this was definitely one that he did not anticipate.



Hermione gulped and sat in the plush red chair in front of the headmaster’s desk. She knew that her behavior was unacceptable in the middle of the great hall, but she couldn’t control herself. When she smelled her mate from across the room she immediately needed to claim him. She was just as shocked to find it was Severus Snape as everyone else, but her body didn’t let her stop and think about it. She had to possess him immediately. He tasted like sweet red wine and smelled like the most erotic spice, sending chills down her body. She could feel her body temperature rising just thinking about him now.



Dumbledore watched as the emotions sprayed across her face. He could clearly read her thoughts, and he didn’t need occlumency to do so. Her Veela side had found its mate, and there was nothing that could stop it now. “You are aware, Miss Granger, that your chosen mate could be problematic?” he asked.



“Hmm?” she asked. She could still smell the spice scent of Severus, and knew that he had been in the room recently.



“Miss Granger!” he said forcefully.



Hermione blinked and looked up at the headmaster with a dazed smile on her face. “Yes, sir?” she asked.



“You are aware as a Order of the Phoenix member, that Severus Snape is a spy for our side. He is in a very dangerous situation,” he said.



Hermione frowned. Her Veela instincts did not like the term, “danger” and “Severus” included in the same sentence. She had obviously known about his activities, but she had completely forgotten. “Yes, professor,” she said.



“You are also aware, that Voldemort will do anything to get to Harry. You, as one of his best friends, were already in a vulnerable situation. This situation has just put all three of you in even more danger. Voldemort will use Severus to get to you, so that he can use you to get to Harry.”



Hermione frowned again. She had not thought of that. She loved Harry more than life itself, and would never do anything to harm him. She also needed Severus. She needed him like she needed the air to breath. “What do I do?” she asked.



“I don’t know, Miss Granger. Your Veela instincts will require that you complete your bond with Professor Snape, however to do so will put him in even greater danger, which in turn will bring out your instincts to protect your mate, which will put you in danger, which will then bring Mr. Potter into the equation. I believe that I will need to discuss this with Professor Snape.” The older wizard watched as her features softened every time his name was mentioned. Time was of the essence and he needed to move immediately.



“Professor, what will happen if we delay the bonding?” she asked.



“Miss Granger, I am sure that you have read the books that Mrs. Weasley left for you?” he asked. At her brief nod he stated, “Then I am sure that you are aware that you have seven days to complete your bond, or your Veela side will assume that your mate has rejected you and it will slowly kill you,” he said bluntly.



“But that is the key there, Professor, slowly kill me. How slowly? Is there something that I could take to numb the Veela instincts? You were going to brew a potion to dull the Veela allure, could you do something about the longing for my mate I would feel?” she asked.



Dumbledore stared thoughtfully at the clever young witch before him. She might be on to something. “I have never heard of such a thing, but perhaps Severus will know. I will speak with him immediately. The good thing is now that you have found your mate; your allure will have disappeared. You will no longer be accosted in the hallways, nor will Severus have to brew the potion. However, I am sure that you know that you have placed the entire school in an uproar with your behavior,” he said over his spectacles.



“Yes, sir,” she said blushing. She could just imagine what the rest of the school was saying now. “Professor, perhaps I should join you while you talk to Severus?” she inquired.



“Miss Granger, when did Professor Snape become Severus?”



Hermione blushed an even deeper shade of scarlet. “About the time I snogged him in the great hall,” she said.



Dumbledore’s eyes lit up with their customary twinkle and he said, “I see. Be that as it may, I would prefer to speak with Professor Snape on my own. I would ask that you return to your dorm room and wait for me to call you. I believe that the school has had enough upheaval for one day,” he said.



Hermione rose and said, “Yes, sir,” and turned towards the door. She stopped and turned back and said, “Professor, he will be mine, regardless of what you or Voldemort say. I will protect him and keep him safe, and I will allow nobody’s agenda to stop me,” she ended ferociously.



Dumbledore nodded. “I have no doubts to that, Miss Granger,” he said.







Severus Snape left the great hall and stormed straight to the dungeons where his potions lab was located. He bi-passed his classroom and went straight to his office where he slammed open his desk drawer and pulled out a half full bottle of fire whiskey. He pulled the cap off and put the bottle straight to his mouth taking several long swallows. He flopped down into his chair, threw his feet up onto his desk, and took another long swig of the potent brew. He sat staring at the closed door for a few moments before he took another last swallow and emptied the bottle. His temper finally took control and he threw the empty bottle straight at the door, feeling a sense of relief at the sound of it crashing to the floor.



He threw his feet back to the floor, swiveled his chair around and pulled open a drawer in his filing cabinet. In the back of the drawer was a bottle of one hundred year old scotch that he had been saving for a special occasion. He pealed the seal off and pulled the top off, inhaling its pungent scent. He snarled at the thought of that damn witch and tilted his head back and let the smooth liquor fall down his throat. He slammed the bottle on the desk where his feet soon followed and tilted back in his chair, pulling his arms up and putting his hands behind his head. He let the alcohol warm his blood and when he finally started to feel pleasantly soothed he let himself think of the know-it-all witch that had just snogged him in front of all of his peers and students.



How dare she choose him! How dare she disrupt his life with her Veela nonsense! How dare she accost his person with her full red lips, thrusting her softly rounded curves against, making him feel! How dare that witch make him feel! He had spent the past seventeen years not feeling, and how dare she come and make him feel again! She could take her sexy smile and her narrow waist, and her perky young breasts somewhere else! He wanted nothing to do with it! He growled and reached again for his bottle. He could hear students entering the classroom and he set the bottle back down. He went to the door, slammed it open so that it vibrated against the wall and shouted, “Class is cancelled today! Write a four foot long essay on the effects of Veela Allure to be turned in tomorrow!” and slammed the door shut again.



He threw himself back into his chair and grabbed his bottle. He threw open his mouth and took several long pulls before dropping it back down. He loved the way she tasted. Like a fruity nectar that had been denied to him for too long. He could still feel her sensual body grinding against him and the shiver he felt when her wet tongue licked his ear lobe. He felt his body start to respond again and he shouted, “Damn her!” and took another swig of the bottle. He didn’t want to be turned on by her, but unfortunately he was, and had been for the past year.



Her mind was the first thing that attracted him, and he relished taking points from her for knowing so much. She was an intellectual equal to him, and he hated her for it as much as he craved her for it. She had a beautiful smile and he loved to watch it when nobody else was looking. She had filled out in the past couple years, but now she was a wizards dream. Obviously her Veela inheritance had enhanced her already stunning figure. He wanted nothing more than to take her full round breasts and…”No damn it! I refuse to think about her!” he shouted.



“I’m afraid that we will need to discuss this, Severus,” Dumbledore said, stepping through the fireplace.



“Gods! Can’t you just leave me alone?” he demanded, reaching for his bottle.



Dumbledore flicked his wand and the bottle disappeared.



“Hey! That’s mine!” Severus shouted, jumping up. He then lost his footing and went tumbling backwards over his chair and landing on the floor on his arse. “Damn it!” he screamed.



Dumbledore wasn’t sure if he should feel pity or humor for his cantankerous potions master, and friend. He decided that he felt both, but was quick to hide his mirth. “Severus,” he said holding out his hand.



Severus ignored the offered hand and stood up on his own. He then kicked the chair and then picked it back up and kicked it again. He then shoved his way past the interfering headmaster and made his way to the door. He turned the knob to find it stuck. “Open the door, old man!” he growled.



“Sit down, Severus. We need to discuss this.”



“There is nothing to discuss! I have to bond with a child in order to keep her from dying!” he shouted. “If I refuse her she dies. If I marry her, she dies. What kind of fool do you think I am? There is nothing to discuss! I can’t even kill myself as that would kill her as well!”



Dumbledore felt a pang of regret for the pain that he knew the wizard was feeling. He flicked his wand and a soft over stuffed chair appeared. He then flicked his wand again, sending Severus backwards into the chair. With one last flick of his wand he transfigured a chair for himself and he to sat down. “I realize that this is a intolerable situation for all involved. Miss Granger has suggested a solution that I believe may have merit.”



Snape looked up in hope for the first time. He didn’t want to watch the girl die. “What is that?” he asked.



“She suggested that as we are able to brew a potion that will damper the effects of the Veela allure, wouldn’t we be able to brew a potion to stay off the effects of not bonding.”



Severus thought for a moment. His mind was whirling with information that he had read at some point in his life. He thought that perhaps he had read something about it. “Perhaps,” he said, jumping up and trying to open the door. “Release this door, Albus, I need a book,” he slurred. The affects of the alcohol were started to kick in.



Dumbledore waved his hand and the door immediately opened. Severus then quickly strode out of the office to the other side of his classroom where he kept a shelf. He looked over the shelves quickly and then departed into the hidden door that took him to his private quarters. He kept several books in his rooms that were considered dark arts that he did not want his students reading. Quickly scanning the titles he smiled when he found the one that he was looking for. He snatched it off the shelf and strode back to his office.



He ignored the headmaster and sat at his desk and opened the yellowed pages. He quickly leafed through the pages until he found the one that he was looking forward to. He read through the page, taking in every word until he reached the final paragraph.



“If the Veela has exceptionally strong magical powers, the potion will react opposite and bring about an even deeper longing, that if not satisfied, the Veela will die within twenty-four hours of taking the potion.”



“Damn!” he hissed. “It won’t work on Miss Granger,” he said. He handed the book to Dumbledore and pointed to the last paragraph.



Dumbledore quickly read it and then set it down. “I would have to agree with your assessment, Severus. Miss Granger is an exceptionally powerful witch. You will have to bond with her.”



“Give me back my bottle, Albus,” he growled. He didn’t have anymore hidden around the room.



“I really don’t think that this is the time to get drunk,” Dumbledore said.



“Too late, you interfering old bastard,” he hissed.



Dumbledore smiled and stood. “I will leave you to your thoughts, Severus. I am not sure if I have told you this or not, but Miss Granger’s mother is really a squib. She was Jane McNair. She was given up for adoption by her grandfather when he parents died. Her brother is Walden McNair,” he said.



“Oh gods!” Severus hissed. “Does he know? No, he couldn’t,” he said answering his own question. “As the head of a pureblood family, he would be the legal guardian of Hermione if something happened to her parents,” he said.



Dumbledore nodded. “Yes he would.”



“Damn! This just keeps getting worse. If he were to find out who Hermione is and do away with her family, he could take charge of her bringing her to the dark lord, essentially using her as bait for Potter!” he growled.



“If she were married, her husband would be her guardian,” Dumbledore stated.



“Damn you! I know what must be done! What happens when Voldemort finds out that she is my wife? He will demand that I bring her to him! Either way, she will be killed!”



“Perhaps,” he said non-commitally. “But remember, Severus, we must think of the greater good.”



“I am so sick and tired of hearing about your “Greater Good” rubbish!” he shouted. “This is the life of a teenager we are talking about!”



“I believe we have had this conversation before,” Dumbledore said, calmly walking out the door.



“And I will say the same thing now that I did when we were speaking of Lilly’s son! Children are not dispensable! You can’t sacrifice a child’s life for the greater good!” Severus watched his retreating back and flopped back down in his chair. The bastard still didn’t return his whiskey!







“Did I really watch you kiss Professor Snape at lunch?” Ron demanded the second she walked in the door.



Hermione’s stomach growled reminding her that she missed lunch. “He’s my mate,” she said simply.



Ron cringed. “Don’t say that out loud, Hermione!” he hissed.



“You might as well get used to it, Ron. He and I are going to be together whether you like it or not. Its not like I have any choice in the matter!”



Harry could tell that they were about to have another one of their famous arguments and stepped in between them. “Hermione, what does Professor Snape say about this?” he asked.



She frowned. “He didn’t seem to pleased,” she said.



“Have you talked to him?”



“Just what you heard in the great hall. I went to Dumbledore’s office and he sent me here. He went to talk with Severus,” she said.



“Severus! Severus! Did you hear that, Harry? She called him Severus!” Ron shouted, his face turning as red as his face.



“I heard, Ron, and now I am sure that everyone in this room who didn’t hear now knows!” Harry said dryly.



Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron was always so predictable. “I’m going to the owlery to send a post to my Mum. She’ll want to know what is going on,” she said.



“Didn’t Dumbledore tell you to wait here?” Harry asked.



Hermione shrugged. “I’m sure he’ll be awhile.” She bent down at the desk and grabbed a piece of parchment and the quill that was lying there. She dipped it into the bottle of ink and jotted a quick message to her mother telling her the events of the day and that she had found her mate. Signing her name, she dusted it with sand and then folded it up. “I’ll be right back,” she said.



Ron and Harry watched her walk away and then Harry said, “Do you suppose we should let her go off on her own? What if someone attacks her again?”



Ron scowled. “Didn’t you notice nobody was after her? Once a Veela finds its mate, their allure stops. Nobody will want her now that she’s shagged the greasy bat anyway,” Ron said.



Harry hated to admit it, because he felt disloyal to his friend, but Ron was probably right. He wouldn’t want to make out with anyone who had snogged Professor Snape.







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