The long and winding road to love

Chapter 5: Complications






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Chapter 5: Complications

 

The atmosphere surrounding Severus’s chambers could
have been cut by a knife.

Cornelius Fudge had left not only two naked strangers,
but two very uncomfortable naked strangers. For one thing, Hermione had no idea
of why was she naked in Snape’s bed. Her head ached painfully, yet she still
managed to stand up; Snape’s black sheets wrapped around her body.

 

She wanted to speak. How much she wanted to speak! But
it seemed an impossible task at the moment; her mouth was dry.

Hermione had never woken up with the taste of a man in
her mouth and she found it odd. Little did she know that Snape had released
seventeen months of sexual frustration inside of her mouth.


 

Who would dare speak first?

 

“Miss Granger,” Snape finally spoke, after covering
himself with a green pillow, “We must talk about what happened.”

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“I fail to remember anything about last night, sir.
What happened?” she innocently asked, even though she knew the answer already.
She was no fool; the moisture between her legs was enough proof to convince
her. She had experienced an orgasm.

 

“Miss Granger, can you please enlighten me as to what
do you desire the most?” he asked. Hermione was unable to understand the
connection between last night events and his questions, but then again he was
in charge.

 

“My deepest desire, sir?” she said, swallowing hard.
She needed an excuse; she couldn’t possibly tell him that to be possessed by him
was her deepest desire at the moment.

 

“Yes, Miss Granger,” he answered, while buttoning his
black shirt. Hopelessly he was praying for her to tell him that she had wanted
him to taste her.

 

“My deepest desire was to experience the pleasures of
adulthood,” she lied. It was partially true but she had omitted saying his
name.

 

“I see, Miss Granger,” he said, trying to hide his
disappointment. He couldn’t entirely understand why he was so dissatisfied with
her answer. He had no feelings for her. His body, however, seemed to think
differently because he was having an erection just remembering last night’s
session of passion.

 

“ I h I hope you don’t mind me asking but… did we
have…,” she wanted to ask but she couldn’t. She was too embarrassed to do so.

 

“Miss Granger, don’t flatter yourself.
I do not find you attractive in any way, you foolish child. You are my student
and as such I did not betray the confidence this school has set on me. I did
not penetrate you, Miss Granger. You are still a virgin. You do not need to
worry,” he coldly said.

 

Hermione knew that he was not speaking the full truth,
but all the same she remained silent. Snape was, by then, fully dressed and he
was combing his hair in front of his silvery mirror. He could see Hermione’s
frightened reflection in it.

 

“Miss Granger,” he said, turning around, “You showing
up undressed in Fudge’s office will not make our situation any better,”

 

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir,” she coolly said, trying not to show how angry she was at
the moment. She walked around the room, trying to spot any item that could
belong to her. But so far, she had had no luck. “Sir, do you remember where I
left my clothes?” she asked. She heard Snape mumble something that sounded a
lot like: “laboratory”.

 

“Evil bastard,” she thought to herself while walking
towards Snape’s private laboratory. How could he provoke such different
sensations in her?

 

When she finally reached the place where her clothes
were supposed to be, she found her Gryffindor tie, Hogwarts skirt and school
robes lying on the cold stone floor. And beside them she found Severus’s own
black attire.

 

“How many of these outfits can a person possess?” she
asked out loud, without knowing that Snape was watching the whole scene from
the door frame.

 

“Sixty nine, Miss Granger,” he answered; his voice
barely a whisper. That voice was Hermione’s favourite aphrodisiac… “Could you
speed up? The more time we take in dressing up, the more they will think that
something strange is happening between you and me, Miss Granger,” he coldly
said.

 

“Of course, sir,” she said; her lips shut tightly so
that they had transformed into a bare pink line on her face.

 

And with that final statement, he left to his room
again. Four minutes later, a very untidy Hermione appeared.

 

“Ready, Miss Granger?” he asked, not daring to look at
her in the eye.

 

“Yes, Professor, I am,” she softly said from behind
him.

 

Snape took a handful of Floo Powder and threw it to
the roaring fire. He timidly took Hermione’s hand in his and stepping into the
green flames he shouted: “Fudge’s office; the Ministry of Magic”. And with
that, they were gone.

 

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Hermione had never been to Cornelius Fudge’s office
and she was surprised to see how neat it was. Every item in the room had been
specifically chosen to fit his particular taste. Everything was so traditional,
yet so in trendy that Hermione couldn’t stop staring.

 

“I’m glad you like my office, Miss Granger,” Cornelius
Fudge said; a weak smile on his face, “but you are here to discuss a more
serious subject. Albus, if you may...,” he started to say but both Severus and
Hermione had turned their heads around in order to seek out their Headmaster.

 

“I’m here, Cornelius,” Dumbledore said from the green flames
in which Severus and Hermione had been expelled just moments before, “First of
all, I want to state that Severus has my full confidence and I trust his every
word,” he confessed, looking at Severus with a kind of love only parents have.

 

“Thank you, Headmaster,” Snape replied.

 

“Well, Dumbledore. As much as I would like to believe
in Severus word, I’m afraid I have to do what’s right. Can you imagine what
people would say if they knew… if they knew…,” Fudge tried to say, but he had
miserably failed.

 

“We weren’t doing anything!” Hermione shouted, but she
was surprised to find Snape’s hand on her left shoulders. She sat down on the
red leather chair again, her legs crossed in indignation.

 

“Miss Granger, please. Control your temper. As I said,
I wish I could believe you but the truth is I found you both naked in Severus’s
chambers at 7
O’clock in a Saturday morning. If someone,
anyone, knew of this, Hogwarts would be in serious danger,” he sadly
prophesied.

 

“I will sign my resignation right away,” Snape said
without too much enthusiasm, “Miss Granger, however, must remain at school so I
accept full responsibility for everything in order for Miss Granger to finish
her last year at Hogwarts,” Severus said, turning his head to face Hermione who
was as red as her Gryffindor scarf.

Dumbledore coughed.

 

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Severus,” Cornelius Fudge
said, “Dumbledore had personally requested me not to fire you so there is only
one way out of this scandal,” Fudge said, caressing his white cat.

 

“And may I ask which magical solution is that?” Snape
asked with hate in his voice. Hermione could tell. He had used that same tone
of voice with her countless of times.

 

“You should get married, of course,” Fudge said.
Severus quickly turned his head to face Dumbledore, who nodded, and then he
turned again to face Hermione who looked as surprised and shocked as he was.

 

“I’m not getting married to a student,” he shortly
said, banging his hand on the table as a sign of mild indignation.

 

“Severus, old boy, I think you should listen to
Cornelius. Hogwarts has many enemies inside the Ministry of Magic who would
profit from this information. We should step ahead of them, Severus. We must
keep the weapon away from them because they won’t hesitate in using it to harm
us,” Dumbledore explained while playing with his white beard.

 

Severus immediately looked in Hermione’s direction.
She was blushing, and something in her eyes told him that she was more scared
of marrying him than she was of being attacked by a basilisk.

 

“Miss Granger,” Cornelius said, “Would you sacrifice
your last months at Hogwarts as Mrs. Severus Snape?”

 

“Don’t you dare to lie to her, Fudge.
You know perfectly well that wizards marry forever,” Snape said angrily.

 

“Of course, dear… you do know that once Mrs. Snape,
forever Mrs. Snape, right?” Fudge said, caressing her shoulder.

 

“Yes, sir,” She timidly answered.

 

“You cannot ask a seventeen year old girl to marry
forever!” Snape shouted hysterically. But just when Snape thought that
everything was over, a very fragile voice spoke.

 

“Don’t you understand, professor? People depend on us.
We cannot afford to make mistakes. We will get married,” she said, her voice a
little stronger now. He could see the determination in her eyes and he knew
that he would end up marrying her despite how much she irritated him.

 

Acknowledging defeat, he crossed his arms and legs in
indignation.

 

He was in trouble. He was in deep, deep trouble. And
there was no way out of it. Same time tomorrow he would be a married man and he
couldn’t help but feel incredibly furious but also incredibly curious.