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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
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16,436
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38
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There has been an incident
A/N – And the winner of the house cup is…
Desdemona321 – I guess that would be 50 points to Slytherin then dear? Now if only Severus could do the thing with the crystals. Or maybe he could say that line “love me, fear me, do as I say and I will be your slave.” God that would be hot… *drooling*… Oh ummm… anyway…
Chapter Five – There has been an incident
Severus managed a glance over his stack of first-year essays at the girl who was diligently scrubbing the grime off of the desk that Neville Longbottom had used earlier this evening. The sleeves of her robes were now completely soaked and the ends of her hair (which she kept accidentally dunking in the bucket of water) were damp and sticking to her neck.
He shook his head, ‘Silly girl’, and flicked his wand at her. Her hair was suddenly pulled back into a tight bun and her sleeves were shortened by three inches. She glanced up quickly in surprise but he was careful to lower his head back to his work and not lift it again until she had given up on meeting his eyes and gone back to working. He was surprised in his actions; normally he would have just let her suffer but her obvious discomfort had led him to do something to help her before he had time to question it.
‘Oh well, I will just have to watch myself around her.’ He thought as she began to clean the shelves on the far wall, ‘It won’t do to have her think that I am kind or anything like that.’ Severus had been amused in the past at his female students’ feeble attempts to garner some sort of kindness from him before. Of course a few had just bypassed the kindness and gone straight for seduction; how he had delighted in sending them crying from his rooms, after taking copious amounts of points from their houses of course.
So lost was he in his own reminiscing that he almost didn’t notice when Hermione, reaching up to clean the top shelf (which was just out of her reach), knocked the bucket of soapy water all over herself. He did, however, notice when she slipped and fell off the stool she was standing on; and with reflexes that McGonagall herself would have been jealous of, (being a spy for over a decade will do that to you) he jumped to his feet and caught her in midair.
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‘Oh God I am an idiot,’ Hermione thought, as she felt the unmistakable sense that she was going to fall no matter how she tried to balance herself. But unexpectedly and quite luckily she met with, not a hard stone floor, but the rather more comfortable, and yet not any less hard, chest and arms of her Potion’s Master. She looked up into those deep black eyes and felt herself turning the exact shade of red that was appropriate. Although she wasn’t sure if it was the perfect color for falling off a stool and landing in the embrace of a teacher, or the hue necessary for entertaining thoughts of what the rest of said teacher felt like.
At the same time, both parties involved in this highly inappropriate and completely cliché incident realized that Hermione was still soaked; meaning that her clothes were plastered to her skin and leaving very little to the imagination. Severus put her down quickly and the moment grew in intensity until the room was practically crackling with expectation. Severus for his part was expecting one of three reactions. She could cry; that would be the reaction of most females to such an embarrassing situation. She could let the mortification of the moment overcome her and run away. Then there was the small part of him that expected her to try to seduce him (OK so maybe that part isn’t exactly small… alright it is pretty not-small, but compare to body mass… oh you know what I mean) after all, he didn’t have to be a legilimens to read THAT expression. What he didn’t expect was what she did.
Hermione summed up the situation, she was soaking wet, had just fallen ten feet and landed on her professor, and had allowed herself to imagine him naked. She couldn’t help it… she burst out laughing.
Severus looked stunned. “Well…” he said after a moment’s pause, “That wasn’t what I thought you would do.” This made Hermione laugh even harder and even drew a small smirk from Severus.
“It is just so funny,” Hermione wheezed between fits of giggles “It doesn’t seem realistic for something like that to just happen, it’s like a poorly written romance novel. I half expected a torrid love scene.” Now she was incorrigible and Severus couldn’t help but chuckle a little. It took several minutes for her to calm down enough to breathe. After she had been properly threatened about the dangers of step-stools and of letting anyone know that Professor Snape was capable of non-maniacal laughter, she straightened up her robes, performed a quick drying spell and, biding Severus a good night, left the dungeons in such a good mood it was almost blasphemous.
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“Wow,” she mused to herself on the way back to her rooms,”Who knew the Greasy Git had a sense of humor”
‘Or rippling biceps and rock-hard abs’ her inner voice added, and secretly she agreed.
She didn’t even see Pansy and Millicent as she turned the corner to the Gryffindor corridor.
“Looks like Granger is out late,” Pansy hissed predatorily, “Maybe we should wish her goodnight.”
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A/N - More for you guys… I am going home for Spring Break on Saturday morning. I will try to update again before then but if I don’t get a chance I will at least write a chapter while I am gone so I can update when I get back.
Let me know what you think… you know how psychotically happy reviews make me! (Wow, I need help…bad)
-MA
Desdemona321 – I guess that would be 50 points to Slytherin then dear? Now if only Severus could do the thing with the crystals. Or maybe he could say that line “love me, fear me, do as I say and I will be your slave.” God that would be hot… *drooling*… Oh ummm… anyway…
Chapter Five – There has been an incident
Severus managed a glance over his stack of first-year essays at the girl who was diligently scrubbing the grime off of the desk that Neville Longbottom had used earlier this evening. The sleeves of her robes were now completely soaked and the ends of her hair (which she kept accidentally dunking in the bucket of water) were damp and sticking to her neck.
He shook his head, ‘Silly girl’, and flicked his wand at her. Her hair was suddenly pulled back into a tight bun and her sleeves were shortened by three inches. She glanced up quickly in surprise but he was careful to lower his head back to his work and not lift it again until she had given up on meeting his eyes and gone back to working. He was surprised in his actions; normally he would have just let her suffer but her obvious discomfort had led him to do something to help her before he had time to question it.
‘Oh well, I will just have to watch myself around her.’ He thought as she began to clean the shelves on the far wall, ‘It won’t do to have her think that I am kind or anything like that.’ Severus had been amused in the past at his female students’ feeble attempts to garner some sort of kindness from him before. Of course a few had just bypassed the kindness and gone straight for seduction; how he had delighted in sending them crying from his rooms, after taking copious amounts of points from their houses of course.
So lost was he in his own reminiscing that he almost didn’t notice when Hermione, reaching up to clean the top shelf (which was just out of her reach), knocked the bucket of soapy water all over herself. He did, however, notice when she slipped and fell off the stool she was standing on; and with reflexes that McGonagall herself would have been jealous of, (being a spy for over a decade will do that to you) he jumped to his feet and caught her in midair.
##################################
‘Oh God I am an idiot,’ Hermione thought, as she felt the unmistakable sense that she was going to fall no matter how she tried to balance herself. But unexpectedly and quite luckily she met with, not a hard stone floor, but the rather more comfortable, and yet not any less hard, chest and arms of her Potion’s Master. She looked up into those deep black eyes and felt herself turning the exact shade of red that was appropriate. Although she wasn’t sure if it was the perfect color for falling off a stool and landing in the embrace of a teacher, or the hue necessary for entertaining thoughts of what the rest of said teacher felt like.
At the same time, both parties involved in this highly inappropriate and completely cliché incident realized that Hermione was still soaked; meaning that her clothes were plastered to her skin and leaving very little to the imagination. Severus put her down quickly and the moment grew in intensity until the room was practically crackling with expectation. Severus for his part was expecting one of three reactions. She could cry; that would be the reaction of most females to such an embarrassing situation. She could let the mortification of the moment overcome her and run away. Then there was the small part of him that expected her to try to seduce him (OK so maybe that part isn’t exactly small… alright it is pretty not-small, but compare to body mass… oh you know what I mean) after all, he didn’t have to be a legilimens to read THAT expression. What he didn’t expect was what she did.
Hermione summed up the situation, she was soaking wet, had just fallen ten feet and landed on her professor, and had allowed herself to imagine him naked. She couldn’t help it… she burst out laughing.
Severus looked stunned. “Well…” he said after a moment’s pause, “That wasn’t what I thought you would do.” This made Hermione laugh even harder and even drew a small smirk from Severus.
“It is just so funny,” Hermione wheezed between fits of giggles “It doesn’t seem realistic for something like that to just happen, it’s like a poorly written romance novel. I half expected a torrid love scene.” Now she was incorrigible and Severus couldn’t help but chuckle a little. It took several minutes for her to calm down enough to breathe. After she had been properly threatened about the dangers of step-stools and of letting anyone know that Professor Snape was capable of non-maniacal laughter, she straightened up her robes, performed a quick drying spell and, biding Severus a good night, left the dungeons in such a good mood it was almost blasphemous.
#########################################
“Wow,” she mused to herself on the way back to her rooms,”Who knew the Greasy Git had a sense of humor”
‘Or rippling biceps and rock-hard abs’ her inner voice added, and secretly she agreed.
She didn’t even see Pansy and Millicent as she turned the corner to the Gryffindor corridor.
“Looks like Granger is out late,” Pansy hissed predatorily, “Maybe we should wish her goodnight.”
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A/N - More for you guys… I am going home for Spring Break on Saturday morning. I will try to update again before then but if I don’t get a chance I will at least write a chapter while I am gone so I can update when I get back.
Let me know what you think… you know how psychotically happy reviews make me! (Wow, I need help…bad)
-MA