On the first day of Christmas
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
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12,435
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32
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6 simple words...
“What?” Snape repeated irritably, looking to her surprised face. Hermione was openly gaping at his wrist with a look of utter perplexity. Hermione shut her mouth, determined not to give herself away…plus, now he wasn’t reaching for the book.
“Well?”
Don’t mention the cufflinks. Don’t mention the cufflinks. Don’t mention the cufflinks.
“Your…your cufflinks, sir.” Hermione said, now trying to remain placid. Snape gave her a quizzical look and then seemed to understand her comment, and looked increasingly suspicious.
He suddenly leaned forward, till his nose almost touched hers. Those perfidiously glittering slits of eyes he possessed were trained on her own wide ones, she felt paralyzed…perhaps was she? Something went through those eyes of his though…something was hidden there.
She felt his hot breath on her lips and for a sudden she realized he might try to kiss her, a rapturous thrill shot down her spine, causing her gulp softly and finally he spoke his deep words almost on her own lips.
“What of them, Granger?”
Hermione’s mind whir wha what the bloody hell was she to say to that? I have a pair just like them? Finally her mouth open and she spoke, hoping dearly she’d construe something believable.
“They’re…beautiful. Where’d you get them?”
Snape didn’t answer, but now leaned back in his side on the booth, looking resigned. He sulked a moment before sighing heavily and standing, refusing to answer her. He gave her a once over before crossing his arms over his chest and lifting his dark eyebrows looking nonplussed.
Hermione looked up to him, and for a moment saw the miserable git that got nothing for Christmas, never had anyone to share it with and she wanted nothing more than t-
“Get up Granger.”
And the moment was over.
She stood with a downcast glance before hurriedly getting to her feet, shoving the small book into her cloak before he saw, which wasn’t hard considering he was already halfway out the door of the Three Broomsticks.
Detention would prove to be interesting.
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Hermione flopped onto her bed that afternoon, knowing full well that in a short amount of minutes she was to be at Snape’s dungeon…laboring over some ridiculous potion they’d never complete.
She looked around her desolate room, feeling empty in emotion as well. With a wave of her wand, her room was suddenly juxtaposed and in a matter of seconds, there was a Christmas tree standing in one corner of her room, decorated brightly with twinkling lights.
Lightly in the air could be heard random Christmas classics being sung by what sounded like angels. She looked at the candy canes that hung on the wreath on her door, and took in the invigorating scent of gingerbread that hung faintly in the air.
She knew she’d do more when she had the chance, but now something else was tugging at her thoughts…something that couldn’t be easily remedied with Christmas ornaments.
Snape.
Why was she thinking of him? Good question. She didn’t even know herself. What had started out as a simple little ‘wanting to make friends’ plan had manifested into something she couldn’t even tame.
She found herself recalling when he had peered into her face earlier that day, so close she could almost feel his lips brushing her own. Another shiver strode down to her most sensitive of areas, and she inhaled deeply…trying to remain stoic.
Severus Snape. Severus Snape. Severusssssssssss…
Had she wanted him to kiss her then? Indeed, yes she had. She didn’t deny it, what would have been the point. When had she gone from hating him to…well, finding him desirable?
She could almost see his face if she had kissed him. Probably would have gotten mad. Poor bloke…probably just couldn’t handle it. Probably push her away from him and run from the Three Broomsticks throwing hexes at her as he did.
At the thought of him pushing her she attained a sudden flash of his fingers. How was it that she had passed by him, seen him almost everyday for the past almost eight years and never noticed them until now? They were exquisite actually, so very strobilate and she guessed…very agile.
Perverse thoughts flashed into her mind and she pushed them from her. What was wrong with her? He wasn’t handsome by any means…well…actually, now that she really thought about it, when he was sneering he did look sort of bitterly cute…and he had a very striking face, classical handsome would be the term…
That VOICE though…did he know what it did to people? She recalled all the s ins in classes he had spoken in those low, commanding tones…oh yes…he knew what he was doing.
‘STOP IT!’ her mind screamed, ‘He’s Severus Snape. Severus-ex-deatheater-hates-you-and-everyone-else-greasy-git-with-beautiful-eyes-those-exquisite-fingers-and-that-sexy-voice-Snape…’ Oh great, now even her reason was beginning to think that Snape was desirable. Bugger.
She had detention with him soon. Damn soon. How could she not be nervous? Her stomach quaked a moment, and she felt sick.
What was she going to do?
“Well?”
Don’t mention the cufflinks. Don’t mention the cufflinks. Don’t mention the cufflinks.
“Your…your cufflinks, sir.” Hermione said, now trying to remain placid. Snape gave her a quizzical look and then seemed to understand her comment, and looked increasingly suspicious.
He suddenly leaned forward, till his nose almost touched hers. Those perfidiously glittering slits of eyes he possessed were trained on her own wide ones, she felt paralyzed…perhaps was she? Something went through those eyes of his though…something was hidden there.
She felt his hot breath on her lips and for a sudden she realized he might try to kiss her, a rapturous thrill shot down her spine, causing her gulp softly and finally he spoke his deep words almost on her own lips.
“What of them, Granger?”
Hermione’s mind whir wha what the bloody hell was she to say to that? I have a pair just like them? Finally her mouth open and she spoke, hoping dearly she’d construe something believable.
“They’re…beautiful. Where’d you get them?”
Snape didn’t answer, but now leaned back in his side on the booth, looking resigned. He sulked a moment before sighing heavily and standing, refusing to answer her. He gave her a once over before crossing his arms over his chest and lifting his dark eyebrows looking nonplussed.
Hermione looked up to him, and for a moment saw the miserable git that got nothing for Christmas, never had anyone to share it with and she wanted nothing more than t-
“Get up Granger.”
And the moment was over.
She stood with a downcast glance before hurriedly getting to her feet, shoving the small book into her cloak before he saw, which wasn’t hard considering he was already halfway out the door of the Three Broomsticks.
Detention would prove to be interesting.
___________________________________________
Hermione flopped onto her bed that afternoon, knowing full well that in a short amount of minutes she was to be at Snape’s dungeon…laboring over some ridiculous potion they’d never complete.
She looked around her desolate room, feeling empty in emotion as well. With a wave of her wand, her room was suddenly juxtaposed and in a matter of seconds, there was a Christmas tree standing in one corner of her room, decorated brightly with twinkling lights.
Lightly in the air could be heard random Christmas classics being sung by what sounded like angels. She looked at the candy canes that hung on the wreath on her door, and took in the invigorating scent of gingerbread that hung faintly in the air.
She knew she’d do more when she had the chance, but now something else was tugging at her thoughts…something that couldn’t be easily remedied with Christmas ornaments.
Snape.
Why was she thinking of him? Good question. She didn’t even know herself. What had started out as a simple little ‘wanting to make friends’ plan had manifested into something she couldn’t even tame.
She found herself recalling when he had peered into her face earlier that day, so close she could almost feel his lips brushing her own. Another shiver strode down to her most sensitive of areas, and she inhaled deeply…trying to remain stoic.
Severus Snape. Severus Snape. Severusssssssssss…
Had she wanted him to kiss her then? Indeed, yes she had. She didn’t deny it, what would have been the point. When had she gone from hating him to…well, finding him desirable?
She could almost see his face if she had kissed him. Probably would have gotten mad. Poor bloke…probably just couldn’t handle it. Probably push her away from him and run from the Three Broomsticks throwing hexes at her as he did.
At the thought of him pushing her she attained a sudden flash of his fingers. How was it that she had passed by him, seen him almost everyday for the past almost eight years and never noticed them until now? They were exquisite actually, so very strobilate and she guessed…very agile.
Perverse thoughts flashed into her mind and she pushed them from her. What was wrong with her? He wasn’t handsome by any means…well…actually, now that she really thought about it, when he was sneering he did look sort of bitterly cute…and he had a very striking face, classical handsome would be the term…
That VOICE though…did he know what it did to people? She recalled all the s ins in classes he had spoken in those low, commanding tones…oh yes…he knew what he was doing.
‘STOP IT!’ her mind screamed, ‘He’s Severus Snape. Severus-ex-deatheater-hates-you-and-everyone-else-greasy-git-with-beautiful-eyes-those-exquisite-fingers-and-that-sexy-voice-Snape…’ Oh great, now even her reason was beginning to think that Snape was desirable. Bugger.
She had detention with him soon. Damn soon. How could she not be nervous? Her stomach quaked a moment, and she felt sick.
What was she going to do?