Rules Were Made to be Broken

Thou Shalt Not Blackmail One’s Workmates


Ah, this is so good. Lying with Hermione in the afterglow. I could quite happily stay here all day, her soft skin under mine, her arms wrapped around my back. I suddenly feel her body stiffen up. Somehow I manage to raise my head far enough to look her in the eyes. They are full of terror. Christ, the girl must have finally come to her senses! Shit, what have I done?!

Her eyes flick from mine to over my shoulder and she begins to frantically shove at me to get me off.

“Hermione?” I ask, taking her hint and rolling over. “I’m sorry…I…”

Yet she doesn’t appear to hear me. Two wocomecome from her lips. “Madame Hooch!”

What? What pray tell is she talking about? I follow her gaze…and there’s my answer. Standing in the doorframe looking like she’s about to have an embolism is indeed Rolanda Hooch.

I bolt upright in bed, and Hermione quickly yanks up the blankets to cover us. There is what seems like an eternity where we stare at her and Rolanda stares back at us. I swear if she doesn’t shut her mouth soon it will be permanently stuck that way.

“Hooch?” I finally manage to get out.

“Bloody Merlin! What the hell do you think you are doing, Severus?! This is a student! She is … you are… You are in so much shit!” Rolanda screams at me. Her face has gone red with fury, her hands are balled into tight fists at her sides.

I want to say it. I really do…but Hermione is here and I really shouldn’t…

“Looks who’s talking,” I growl, giving her my best sneer to top it off.

“Ha! That was completely different!” she spits back. “That was more than a quick shag! And we stayed together for two years after he finished school! And …And…it was of his own free will!”

Bitch. “What precisely do you mean by that remark?” My voice is dripping with fury. “How dare you insinuate…”

“Insinuate? Insinuate?! I’m bloody telling you that I don’t know how, but somehow you have tricked Miss Granger into jumping into bed with you! No one in their right bloody mind would get into the sack with a greasy, revolting git like you of their own doing!” Ouch, that hurt. Just what I bloody needed.

“Madame Hooch, I’m here because I want to be,” Hermione pipes up in a tiny, tiny voice. And then it occurs to me that Hermione is here and crap, she’s listening to this! I have to get her out of here before Hooch pulls out the big guns…

“Get dressed and get back to Gryffindor Tower!” I snap at her. Now Hermione’s jaw drops open. What is it with the world today? Has the gravity increased yet it only affects women? “NOW!”

She jumps and quickly snatches up her wand from beside the bed. Clever girl magicks her clothes on and races from the room. I am a little hurt she doesn’t even bother to look back at me, but I am quickly distracted by Hooch who has rediscovered her voice.

“That is fucking disgusting, Severus! Even for you! What did you do to her? What curse did you put on her?!” she demands.

“Hermione is correct, Rolanda, she is here of her own free will.”

“Why?” she asks in amant. nt.

I feel my heart sink. I mean, I knew that there was no way Hermione would want me, yet I had convinced myself that was just Paranoid Severus rearing his patronising head. Yet, she was still here…

“I do not believe that is any of your business!” I snap at Rolanda.

“I am going to Dumbledore!” She turns sharply and begins to stomp determinedly from the room.

He’s coming, I can feel it. That Slytherin bastard that will do anything for his own good….

“Do and I’ll casually drop your and Oliver Wood’s names in the midst of a rather nasty, condemning sentence.”

Hooch stops in her tracks and turns to gawk at me. “You wouldn’t dare,” shesperspers.

“Just try me.”


Appears that Hermione and I missed breakfast. Apparently Rolanda had been sent to find why I was absent, given that it was my day to supervise. Really must check my diary a little more often.

Right now I am standing outside the door to the Potions class. Seventh year Gryffindor and Slytherin. Must calm myself down. I can go in there and get through this. Managed it yesterday after that little thing with her up against the wall, surely I can do it now that I know that she wants me. Should be easy, right? Wrong. Want to know how to break an ex-deatheater? Allow some silly girl to weasel her way into his heart. I was perfectly fine before that. Severus the man of stone. But now I simply know I’ve set myself up for a fall. Won’t be long at all now before I’ll once again be wallowing in self-pity.

Crap, somehow I’ve opened the door. Of course, it can’t possibly have been me. I make damn sure to give the thing a good slam shut behind me to catch all the little twerps attentions, yet this door has closed with just a gentle click. Bloody damn it all. Must gain some control. Must not look at Hermione… Oh, she looks beautiful. Her hair is tied back and I can see all that milky skin of her neck. She’s busy with her nose buried in a book and doesn’t seem to notice I’ve arrived. I can’t see her face, and I need to – to make sure she is all right. Hm, must do something about that…

“Today you shall all be brewing a shrinking potion. Instructions are on the board very clearly, though I do not doubt for a moment that some of you shall manage to screw it up none the less.” I take a pause here to glare at Potter and Longbottom. Ah, Longbottom is quivering in his seat. Good. “Well? What are you all waiting for?!”

The dunderheads jump into action, picking up the required bottles of ingredients from the front of the class. Now, Hermione, where is she? I can’t see her up the front, and panicked I scan the ronlyonly to find her still sitting at her desk, still reading her book. Damn it!

“Miss Granger, I do believe class has started!” Ah, that did it. She raises her face and stares right at me. Her cheeks are stained with tears, her eyes threatening to spill over with more. Shit.

“Miss Granger?” I ask a little quieter, approaching her desk.

Hermione stares at me with those sad eyes for a few moments more, then snatches up her book and her bag and runs from the room. I wheel around and track down the ‘golden boy’ and his redheaded sidekick.

“Weasley! Potter! What the bloody hell is wrong with your friend?!”

Weasley looks at Potter who shrugs his shoulders.

“Dunno know, Sir. She just came storming through the common room this morning swearing about what bastards’ men are. When we asked her to elaborate she told us we were bastards too.”

Oh shit. What have I done?



Big hugs and thanks to…

Shem – ya made it! First again. Worry not, there will be more shag scenes!

Deb – thanks and I hoou eou enjoyed this one!

Lily Malfoy – Ah, yes, poor old Hooch. Thanks for the review!

Jen - Oh, oh, please tell me you don’t want to see Sev, Herm and Hooch in a threesome! Please?!

Rilla – Thank you!

Derr – oh, come one now. I get Hooch and you get two Sev’s? That doesn’t sound fair!