Dance With Me
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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5,112
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41
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Chapter 5, in which more stuff happens.
Told you I\'d post the next one faster! I had a bunch of extra time today and since I\'ve been so bad about leaving lots of time between my really short chapters, I thought I\'d go ahead and post this one right away. So now I\'ve given you something fun to look forward to at the end ;).
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she said exasperatedly, walking quickly past her two best friends. “Nothing happened. We talked about the fucking potions pop quiz. Get off it.” She stormed into the girls’ dormitories, then suddenly thought better of it. She walked much more calmly back into the common room.
“Sorryhe she said. “You guys didn’t deserve that. I’m just tired and don’t really feel like dealing with angry or overprotective friends.” Harry and Ron looked appropriately cowed and both promptly apologized. “So what do you want to know?” They looked surprised and Ron blurted, “Everything” before he thought better of it.
Hermione sighed quietly, then smiled. “Okay,” she said. “I happen to have a bit of a crush on my Potions professor,” at their looks of disbelief, she said, “Yup. One Professor Severus Snape. So I kissed him, we talked about it, and that’s all.”
“You kissed him?” squeaked Ron in disbelief. “But he’s…” Hermione cut him off before he could finish that thought.
“He’s what?” she asked, daring him to say what was on his mind.
“Nothing,” answered Harry, fairly calmly. “I’m sure he has redeeming qualities that we don’t know as well as you seem to.”
“Thank you, Harry. He does, in fact, have redeeming qualities. One of those,” she said with a grin, “is the fact that he’s dead sexy.” She watched Ron make horrible faces at that statement and grinned again. “But don’t worry, Ron. Nothing is going to happen until after graduation. After all, he is my teacher.” Neither of them said anything, but Harry smiled at her and Ron made some more terrible faces. “Well, boys, if there are no further objections, questions, or comments, I’m going to bed. It’s been a long day.”
“ ‘Night, Hermione,” they said, almost in perfect unison as she closed the door once again to the girls’ dormitory.
That first day in Potions class had been extremely awkward. Neither Hermione and Snape made any indication of having even danced together. They kept up the same exterior of mutual dislike they had carried for 6 years. However, their classmates kept shooting suspicious looks between the two of them, obviously looking for any hint that something had happened. After that, the school had settled back into a normal routine. The gossip about Gryffindor’s Head Girl and the Potions professor died down. Even Harry and Ron didn’t press Hermione about that evening further, but as they were studying intensely for their NEWTs, thasn’asn’t surprising.
One day, about a month or so later, the 7th year Gryffindors were sharing their Potions classroom with (as always) the 7th year Slytherins. They were working on an extremely complicated potion and Hermione had ended up partnered with Neville Longbottom. Neville wasn’t nearly as clumsy or as incompetent as he had been in their first few years at Hogwart’s, but he still was far from Hermione’s first choice as a Potions class partner. As she very delicately added a powdered ingredient one grain at a time, something caught Neville’s attention from across the classroom and he turned suddenly, bumping Hermione’s arm and causing a large amount to fall into the cauldron. Suddenly, the potion began to steam and bubble and had soon boiled completely away. “Fuck!” she shouted, before thinking better of it. Professor Snape’s head whirled around.
“Miss Granger!” she looked at him sullenly, “I am not accustomed to hearing that kind of language in my classroom. That’ll be 50 points from Gryffindor and a detention tonight!” She looked at him, shocked, then spent the rest of the class period staring glumly into the burned bottom of her cauldron, angry at the loss of the perfectly good potion and her evening.
As she got ready to report to the dungeons for her detention, she suddenly had a thought. “Detention! Of course! Why didn’t I think of it sooner? Why didn’t I act up sooner?” The memory of their last kiss the night of the dance still burned in her mind and she was suddenly happy to be heading toward the dungeons.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she said exasperatedly, walking quickly past her two best friends. “Nothing happened. We talked about the fucking potions pop quiz. Get off it.” She stormed into the girls’ dormitories, then suddenly thought better of it. She walked much more calmly back into the common room.
“Sorryhe she said. “You guys didn’t deserve that. I’m just tired and don’t really feel like dealing with angry or overprotective friends.” Harry and Ron looked appropriately cowed and both promptly apologized. “So what do you want to know?” They looked surprised and Ron blurted, “Everything” before he thought better of it.
Hermione sighed quietly, then smiled. “Okay,” she said. “I happen to have a bit of a crush on my Potions professor,” at their looks of disbelief, she said, “Yup. One Professor Severus Snape. So I kissed him, we talked about it, and that’s all.”
“You kissed him?” squeaked Ron in disbelief. “But he’s…” Hermione cut him off before he could finish that thought.
“He’s what?” she asked, daring him to say what was on his mind.
“Nothing,” answered Harry, fairly calmly. “I’m sure he has redeeming qualities that we don’t know as well as you seem to.”
“Thank you, Harry. He does, in fact, have redeeming qualities. One of those,” she said with a grin, “is the fact that he’s dead sexy.” She watched Ron make horrible faces at that statement and grinned again. “But don’t worry, Ron. Nothing is going to happen until after graduation. After all, he is my teacher.” Neither of them said anything, but Harry smiled at her and Ron made some more terrible faces. “Well, boys, if there are no further objections, questions, or comments, I’m going to bed. It’s been a long day.”
“ ‘Night, Hermione,” they said, almost in perfect unison as she closed the door once again to the girls’ dormitory.
That first day in Potions class had been extremely awkward. Neither Hermione and Snape made any indication of having even danced together. They kept up the same exterior of mutual dislike they had carried for 6 years. However, their classmates kept shooting suspicious looks between the two of them, obviously looking for any hint that something had happened. After that, the school had settled back into a normal routine. The gossip about Gryffindor’s Head Girl and the Potions professor died down. Even Harry and Ron didn’t press Hermione about that evening further, but as they were studying intensely for their NEWTs, thasn’asn’t surprising.
One day, about a month or so later, the 7th year Gryffindors were sharing their Potions classroom with (as always) the 7th year Slytherins. They were working on an extremely complicated potion and Hermione had ended up partnered with Neville Longbottom. Neville wasn’t nearly as clumsy or as incompetent as he had been in their first few years at Hogwart’s, but he still was far from Hermione’s first choice as a Potions class partner. As she very delicately added a powdered ingredient one grain at a time, something caught Neville’s attention from across the classroom and he turned suddenly, bumping Hermione’s arm and causing a large amount to fall into the cauldron. Suddenly, the potion began to steam and bubble and had soon boiled completely away. “Fuck!” she shouted, before thinking better of it. Professor Snape’s head whirled around.
“Miss Granger!” she looked at him sullenly, “I am not accustomed to hearing that kind of language in my classroom. That’ll be 50 points from Gryffindor and a detention tonight!” She looked at him, shocked, then spent the rest of the class period staring glumly into the burned bottom of her cauldron, angry at the loss of the perfectly good potion and her evening.
As she got ready to report to the dungeons for her detention, she suddenly had a thought. “Detention! Of course! Why didn’t I think of it sooner? Why didn’t I act up sooner?” The memory of their last kiss the night of the dance still burned in her mind and she was suddenly happy to be heading toward the dungeons.