A Man Best Forgotten

All characters are JK Rowlings, i am making no money of this fic. *tear*

Hermione stood in front of her favorite class of the week, second year Gryffindors. She hoped that they would really help her, since her mood was awful. She almost wished she had some of those cheeky little Slytherin fifth years, she would love to vent her anger. “Is there anything wrong Professor?” asked Emelie. For some reason, her and Emelie had bonded really well. Emelie was a very smart girl, she always was the first with her hand up, and seemed to know many of her textbooks by heart. They really got along capitally. “I’m fine,” she replied with a smile, ”but I’m going to do something a little differently today. I want to talk about what you want to do after you get out of Hogwarts.”

As always, Emelie was the first with her hand up. “I want to be a Healer, or a Potions Master, or an author.” All noble careers,” Hermione replied, “Yes Andrew, how about you?” Andrew was the most outspoken boy in her class, and it would be very interesting to see what he wanted to do. “I want to be Minister of Magic, it would be great to have someone who is smarter than a toad in office.” Andrew said passionately, “I’m tired of the mess the Ministry tends to make of things, first Fudge, then Scrimengeor, it is absolutely ridiculous!” Hermione vaguely remembered reading something about Fudge in a book somewhere, and from what she had heard of Rufus, he wasn’t too bad.

“I’m sure you would be an excellent minister, Andrew.” she said “Who’s next? Oh, okay Zach, what do you want to be?” “I want to be an Auror and fight the bad wizards!” This confession brought forth cries of “Yeah, me too, and me, ect.” “Okay, who in her wants to be an Auror?” More than half of the class raised their hands. “Well,” she said, “to be an Auror you have to do Newt Potions, which means you need to work really hard!” “Why do you have to take so many Potions? How do they help?” asked Shawn, a cute little red head in the front row.

Hermione thought about the best way to answer the question, then suddenly she had an idea. “I have a friend who’s an Auror, I’ll owl him and see if he doesn’t mind coming and telling you exactly how important Potions are to an Auror!” she said excitedly. At this loud claps and yells were heard. “What is his name?” asked Emelie. “I think you have all heard of him,” Hermione said, “his name is Harry Potter.” “You are friends with Harry Potter?” Andrew asked incredulously. Hermione nodded. “And he is coming to our class?” “Maybe,” said Hermione, “I’ll owl him right now. Class is almost over, so I want you to write down a list of questions to ask him.”
She finished writing her letter to Harry just as class finished, and got her owl Gwyn to take it immediately. Sitting at her desk, she decided to write one more letter.

Dear Professor Snape,
I don’t know what I did to make you like this. I don’t know why you’re treating me the way you are. If I did anything to offend you, please let me know so I can apologize. I thought we were really getting along great, but I guess you’re back to the way you were before, the first night in the Great Hall. If you loathe me, then why were you being decent in the dungeon. I don’t understand what I did to you, but the way you are treating me is killing me. Please, please let me do something to fix it. I keep replaying everything over and over in my head, but I can’t find what went wrong. I can stop thinking about you either, or ignore the way you treat me, even look at me. Please, please tell me what is wrong. Please.
Hermione Granger

When she finished writing, she realized there were tears on the parchment, but it was still legible. She put her quill down, and was about to head to the Owlery when she was startled by a tap at her window. Gwyn was back with Harry’s answer. The letter said that he would love to talk to her kids, and he would be there tomorrow. The students would be thrilled. She tied the letter to Severus onto Gwyn’s leg, and watched her fly away, a splash of white in the black sky. She decided to take a walk.


Severus was deep in thought, wondering how much longer he was going to be able to keep up the charade. He could still see her eyes, and the betrayal. A thunk at the window made him jump out of his chair. The tapping that followed helped him to locate the source of the disturbance. He opened his window to allow the beautiful white owl to fly in. The letter on her leg was in a neat, curly script that he recognized vaguely. He gave the owl a treat from a bag on his desk, and stared at the writing. All of a sudden, he recognized the script as Hermione’s. He tore it open, and saw with sorrow that it was marked with tears. He read it quickly, then reread it, feeling worse and worse. He decided that what he need was some fresh air, so he could decide what to do.

He strolled along the grounds, thinking of his options. He could give up his little act and they could be friendly again, but he wouldn’t feel right about it. She didn’t know about their past. He could tell her, but no good would come of that. He obviously couldn’t keep things the way they were, neither one of them could handle it. He walked on, lost in thought, until he collided with something very solid. This something turned out to be a person, but he couldn’t tell who it was. “No students are allowed on the grounds after curfew.” he said sharply. There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by along silence. Then the girl turned around and tried to start running. Severus had recognized the Hermione’s body, and grabbed her arm before she could start moving. Looking down, he could see the hurt and the fear in her eyes. Without thinking or saying a word, he gently pushed her into the castle wall. Slowly his face inched downwards, his mouth claiming hers. Her lips parted, and he instantly took advantage of the invitation, sliding his tongue into her mouth. The kiss turned deeper, and her hands crept up to entwine in his hair. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, stroking it through her robes.

Then he started rolling and pinching the nipple, making her groan. She could feel his erection on her stomach, feel the heat radiating off of it. They parted gasping. She only got in a few quick breaths before his mouth came crashing back down on hers. Then his mouth left hers, and he began sucking and gently biting her earlobe, trailing down her cheek and back to her mouth. He started nipping gently at he lower lip, then traced them with his tongue, long languid strokes that did nothing to soothe and everything to enflame. Almost mindless with desire, she wordlessly begged him to stop the steamy torment, using instead whimpers and groans. Mercifully, he once again took her mouth in slow sensual kiss.

Surrendering to him, Hermione let her hands explore his chest. His muscles were tense under his robes, allowing Hermione to feel how well built he was. The kiss got more demanding, as Severus stepped even closer, fitting her more fluidly against his rigid arousal. A sigh whispered from deep inside her throat, drawing a deep groan from him. His tongue played with hers, a sensuous pattern of withdrawal and penetration. Every movement aroused her more, evoking feelings she hadn’t even known existed. Every nerve in her body was pounding to the same agonizing rhythm. His hand resumed the torment on her breast, the other one traveling down to cup her rear. He shuddered with approval as she ground herself into his palm, trying to deepen the kiss.

They broke away only when they couldn’t breathe; Hermione’s knees felt like jelly, and she would have fallen if Severus hadn’t caught her. They stood in silence, the only sound in the night was their ragged breathing. “I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Severus said huskily. “I’m glad it did,” replied Hermione seductively, kissing his ear, his cheek, his neck, everywhere she could reach. Severus groaned and allowed her to torture him for a few moments, before stopping her. “We have to go in, we may be missed.” They walked in together, stopping at the entrance to the dungeons. He bent down to her ear. “That was amazing,” he whispered. Then he pushed her up against the dungeon door. He kissed her gently, keeping it light. Then he whispered “good night” and was gone, leaving her leaning against the door, without a hope of going to sleep.


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