Dreams and consequences
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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10
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4,422
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14
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ch 6
Coming to Dumbledore’s office reminded Hermione of her eccentric great-aunt Eloise. There was so much clutter, gizmos of every kind stacked and sorted haphazardly. The headmaster waved them both in, his eyes lacking their usual warmth.
“Come in, come in. Sit down. The both of you.” He gestured with a grand wave of his hand. “I have had some reports, rather disturbing rts, ts, I might add concerning the both of you.”
Hermione squirmed. She wasn’t going to be the first one to speak on this matter. It was bad enough in her opinion that Snape knew of the goings on. Curiously, Snape also remained silent. His black eyes revealing none of the discomfort that Hermione was sure her eyes held.
“You both lead me no choice in the matter, if neither of you will tell me, I must assume the worst. Severus, I am sure you are aware of the consequences of compromising student?” Albus questioned, his voice heavy with concern. Seeing Snape jerk his head quickly, Hermione was feeling trapped. What consequences? She couldn’t let him face the consequences of her actions. It simply wasn’t fair.
“Please sir,” Hermione begged, “It wasn’t his fault. I came upon his quarters hiding from Filch.” Desperation caused tears to fill her eyes. “It wasn’t his fault, he was only trying to keep me out of trouble... Please, you have to believe me.”
Dumbledore looked at Hermione, it appeared she was genuine enough. “What do you have to say, Severus?” He questioned. Snape appeared to have gone rigid. It looked as though it was taking him some effort to speak.
“We will have to take the word of Miss Granger, as I have no memory of this event.” He said tightly. “It seems she saw fit to take matters into her own hands, and took liberty with removing my memory of it.” He said, anger seeping from every word.
Despite the words, Hermione loved to hear his voice. So entrancing, lyrical, it was so sexy. She wondered what it would sound like to hear her name on his lips at a moment of pleasure. She could see where her kisses had also caused his lips to be fuller than normal. The taste of his lips was a delicious memory, one that she would like to experience again. No matter what, she would cherish always the feel of his lips upon her.
The headmaster was surprised. This was not the outcome he had been led to believe. Looking the head girl over, he noticed her eyes seemed over-bright, and that her color was off. He also noticed that she seemed to have a slightly dazed look about her. Not like her at all.
“Are you feeling quite right, Miss Granger?” He asked, noting her symptoms and behavior to be that a person under the influence of a love potion. “Miss Granger, I would like ask you a few questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully.
Hermione nodded, still looking at her teacher. ‘Merlin, when did his hair get so long?’ she wondered abstractedly. Her hands wanted nothing more than to slide the black silk of his hair through her fingers.
“I would like to know, Miss Granger, what you were doing up so late in the night, to be roaming the halls at gone three o’clock.” He asked, gently.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I was off to get some tea.” Hermione answered.
“What I want to know, Miss Granger, is precisely why you couldn’t sleep.” Dumbledore asked again, his eyes looking straight into her soul.
Hermione looked away. “ I was having a dream sir, and I woke up. I knew I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I wanted to get some tea.”
“I see. What was the nature of this dream that kept you from your bed?” He asked gently.
“I was dreaming sir, that I was to meet my lover, but I don’t have a lover. I woke up when I shifted in my sleep and my bed squeaked.” Hermione replied, her head down, hiding her crimson cheeks.
The headmaster regarded her calmly. “One last question, Miss Granger. How are you feeling about professor Snape right now?” He asked.
“Headmaster,” Snape interrupted. “I hardly see the relevance of her feelings towards me. I am sure it is common knowledge that we detest each other. I will not tolerate any impertinence from her.” He said, anger making his words sound harsh.
Hermione couldn’t lie to Dumbledore. “I feel,” she said quietly, “as if he is the most honorable, trustworthy, smart, witty, and sexy man I’ve ever met.”
Albus was afraid of that. “Miss Granger, how long have you felt this way, about professor Snape?” Hoping her answer would shed light on the when she could have been dosed with such a potion, he was taken aback when her voice sighed softly. “Since sixth year.”
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“I have never given her a love potion!” Severus Snape thundered to Albus when he was alone.
“I believe you.” Albus said. Taking off his half moon spectacles and polishing them on the hem of his sleeve. Placing the thin wire spectacles back to perch on his nose, he continued. “Who would play such a prank on her, I cannot tell you. I must ask you, Severus, to help her. I will owl her parents notifying them that she will be staying on after graduation for a few weeks. Now, we must hurry, if we are to start graduation exercises.
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Graduation was a blur for Hermione. She recalled only one vivid detail, passing by the heads of houses and seeing professor Snape look at her with hooded eyes. She hugged each head of house and when she reached Snape, she instead grasped his hand and shook it, her hand tingling in pleasure. His lipped thinned, and he withdrew his long fingers from her grasp. With a curt nod he looked on to the next graduate. Hermione knew she had been dismissed and so continued across the stage to the seats set up specifically for her graduating class. All too soon it would be time to board the train home.
“Come in, come in. Sit down. The both of you.” He gestured with a grand wave of his hand. “I have had some reports, rather disturbing rts, ts, I might add concerning the both of you.”
Hermione squirmed. She wasn’t going to be the first one to speak on this matter. It was bad enough in her opinion that Snape knew of the goings on. Curiously, Snape also remained silent. His black eyes revealing none of the discomfort that Hermione was sure her eyes held.
“You both lead me no choice in the matter, if neither of you will tell me, I must assume the worst. Severus, I am sure you are aware of the consequences of compromising student?” Albus questioned, his voice heavy with concern. Seeing Snape jerk his head quickly, Hermione was feeling trapped. What consequences? She couldn’t let him face the consequences of her actions. It simply wasn’t fair.
“Please sir,” Hermione begged, “It wasn’t his fault. I came upon his quarters hiding from Filch.” Desperation caused tears to fill her eyes. “It wasn’t his fault, he was only trying to keep me out of trouble... Please, you have to believe me.”
Dumbledore looked at Hermione, it appeared she was genuine enough. “What do you have to say, Severus?” He questioned. Snape appeared to have gone rigid. It looked as though it was taking him some effort to speak.
“We will have to take the word of Miss Granger, as I have no memory of this event.” He said tightly. “It seems she saw fit to take matters into her own hands, and took liberty with removing my memory of it.” He said, anger seeping from every word.
Despite the words, Hermione loved to hear his voice. So entrancing, lyrical, it was so sexy. She wondered what it would sound like to hear her name on his lips at a moment of pleasure. She could see where her kisses had also caused his lips to be fuller than normal. The taste of his lips was a delicious memory, one that she would like to experience again. No matter what, she would cherish always the feel of his lips upon her.
The headmaster was surprised. This was not the outcome he had been led to believe. Looking the head girl over, he noticed her eyes seemed over-bright, and that her color was off. He also noticed that she seemed to have a slightly dazed look about her. Not like her at all.
“Are you feeling quite right, Miss Granger?” He asked, noting her symptoms and behavior to be that a person under the influence of a love potion. “Miss Granger, I would like ask you a few questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully.
Hermione nodded, still looking at her teacher. ‘Merlin, when did his hair get so long?’ she wondered abstractedly. Her hands wanted nothing more than to slide the black silk of his hair through her fingers.
“I would like to know, Miss Granger, what you were doing up so late in the night, to be roaming the halls at gone three o’clock.” He asked, gently.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I was off to get some tea.” Hermione answered.
“What I want to know, Miss Granger, is precisely why you couldn’t sleep.” Dumbledore asked again, his eyes looking straight into her soul.
Hermione looked away. “ I was having a dream sir, and I woke up. I knew I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I wanted to get some tea.”
“I see. What was the nature of this dream that kept you from your bed?” He asked gently.
“I was dreaming sir, that I was to meet my lover, but I don’t have a lover. I woke up when I shifted in my sleep and my bed squeaked.” Hermione replied, her head down, hiding her crimson cheeks.
The headmaster regarded her calmly. “One last question, Miss Granger. How are you feeling about professor Snape right now?” He asked.
“Headmaster,” Snape interrupted. “I hardly see the relevance of her feelings towards me. I am sure it is common knowledge that we detest each other. I will not tolerate any impertinence from her.” He said, anger making his words sound harsh.
Hermione couldn’t lie to Dumbledore. “I feel,” she said quietly, “as if he is the most honorable, trustworthy, smart, witty, and sexy man I’ve ever met.”
Albus was afraid of that. “Miss Granger, how long have you felt this way, about professor Snape?” Hoping her answer would shed light on the when she could have been dosed with such a potion, he was taken aback when her voice sighed softly. “Since sixth year.”
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“I have never given her a love potion!” Severus Snape thundered to Albus when he was alone.
“I believe you.” Albus said. Taking off his half moon spectacles and polishing them on the hem of his sleeve. Placing the thin wire spectacles back to perch on his nose, he continued. “Who would play such a prank on her, I cannot tell you. I must ask you, Severus, to help her. I will owl her parents notifying them that she will be staying on after graduation for a few weeks. Now, we must hurry, if we are to start graduation exercises.
******************************************************************************
Graduation was a blur for Hermione. She recalled only one vivid detail, passing by the heads of houses and seeing professor Snape look at her with hooded eyes. She hugged each head of house and when she reached Snape, she instead grasped his hand and shook it, her hand tingling in pleasure. His lipped thinned, and he withdrew his long fingers from her grasp. With a curt nod he looked on to the next graduate. Hermione knew she had been dismissed and so continued across the stage to the seats set up specifically for her graduating class. All too soon it would be time to board the train home.