Room of Requirement
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
3,543
Reviews:
54
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Five
It was hours later when they awoke. She rolled over, surprise giving way to contentment as he gazed adoringly at her. “Hermione...” he whispered, still registering the beautiful young witch in bed with him. She silently gave thanks to whatever higher power had led Severus to that room, and mercifully, to that potion.
“What time is it?” she inquired. He reluctantly got out of bed and retrieved a sundial on a chain, somewhat like a muggle pocketwatch, from his pants. He grabbed his wand. He walked over to heoth oth naked, and kissed the top of her forehead.
“Scourgify!” He said. A ghostly, silver sponge moved rapidly over her, cleaning and drying her hair and body. A minty taste filled her mouth, and she ran her tongue over her immaculate teeth. She looked down. She was dressed impeccably in a Hogwarts uniform, clean and powdery, her hair wound into a tidy bun.
“Where did you learn that spell?” she asked suspiciously, as he groomed himself, an clean version of his daily bat-like attire appearing on his freshly scourgified self. He leaned in for one deep, long kiss before reluctantly pulling away.
“We’re five minutes late for breakfast, love. You go first, as to not raise any suspicions. And please, take note of the location of this room on your way out. I daresay we’ll be needing it again soon.”
The next few weeks passed in a blur of clandestine meetings, couplings up against the wall of the Potions dungeon, and thrilling near misses. Longbottom, Professor McGonagall, Colin Creevey and his bloody camera, and Filch had all nearly caught them in the act in stairwells, the Astronomy tower, and Severus’ office. They clocked lots of mileage on the Room of Requirement, and never had a problem finding it, as their need for it was always severe at the time.
They also spent much of their time together, talking. Each had precious little intellectual discourse over the years, and Severus was thrilled to learn that Hermione was also an avid reader of “Ars Alchemia” and consumed each issue cover to cover with her usual academic zeal.
As their relationship unfolded rapidly, Severus became convinced that he’d finally found the witch he wanted to marry. His mood lightened considerably, and he had to continually remind himself to be a cantankerous bastard while teaching.
One night, she decided to surprise him in the dungeon after hours. She slipped off her invisibility cloak, and lingered by the door of his classroom.
“Got a date, mudblood? Are you meeting Potter? Weasley? Probably both, you little slut.” Draco Malfoy appeared out of nowhere, his smarmy drawl causing a knot to tighten in her stomach.
“What time is it?” she inquired. He reluctantly got out of bed and retrieved a sundial on a chain, somewhat like a muggle pocketwatch, from his pants. He grabbed his wand. He walked over to heoth oth naked, and kissed the top of her forehead.
“Scourgify!” He said. A ghostly, silver sponge moved rapidly over her, cleaning and drying her hair and body. A minty taste filled her mouth, and she ran her tongue over her immaculate teeth. She looked down. She was dressed impeccably in a Hogwarts uniform, clean and powdery, her hair wound into a tidy bun.
“Where did you learn that spell?” she asked suspiciously, as he groomed himself, an clean version of his daily bat-like attire appearing on his freshly scourgified self. He leaned in for one deep, long kiss before reluctantly pulling away.
“We’re five minutes late for breakfast, love. You go first, as to not raise any suspicions. And please, take note of the location of this room on your way out. I daresay we’ll be needing it again soon.”
The next few weeks passed in a blur of clandestine meetings, couplings up against the wall of the Potions dungeon, and thrilling near misses. Longbottom, Professor McGonagall, Colin Creevey and his bloody camera, and Filch had all nearly caught them in the act in stairwells, the Astronomy tower, and Severus’ office. They clocked lots of mileage on the Room of Requirement, and never had a problem finding it, as their need for it was always severe at the time.
They also spent much of their time together, talking. Each had precious little intellectual discourse over the years, and Severus was thrilled to learn that Hermione was also an avid reader of “Ars Alchemia” and consumed each issue cover to cover with her usual academic zeal.
As their relationship unfolded rapidly, Severus became convinced that he’d finally found the witch he wanted to marry. His mood lightened considerably, and he had to continually remind himself to be a cantankerous bastard while teaching.
One night, she decided to surprise him in the dungeon after hours. She slipped off her invisibility cloak, and lingered by the door of his classroom.
“Got a date, mudblood? Are you meeting Potter? Weasley? Probably both, you little slut.” Draco Malfoy appeared out of nowhere, his smarmy drawl causing a knot to tighten in her stomach.