Coming Together

Chapter Seven – Reflections and Mute Mirrors


The next morning dawned bright and sunny and Hermione was sitting up in bed watching the sun come up. Her hair was tangled from a night of tossing and turning and her eyes were dark from lack of sleep. It had been nearly impossible for her to fall asleep with her mind turning circles around the hundreds of questions that were thundering through it. Why had Severus been so nice to her? Did he like her? Of course that was ridiculous; this was a grown man, not a schoolboy with a crush, but what if he did like her? She had never thought of him as the touchy-feely kind. In fact, she couldn’t recall a single incident in which he had made contact with another person, much less a student. Maybe he really does like me; I mean… he did say I was pretty.

‘But he’s so old,’ the childish part of her brain whined, ‘and ugly.’

“No,” she corrected herself out loud, “he is older than me. He is only 38 and by wizard standards that is nothing.” ‘Besides,’ she added in her head, ‘lets face it… guys my age aren’t exactly on my level; (Her inner child sneezed something that sounded suspiciously like ‘Ron’) and anyway, I think that he is handsome. That whole dark and mysterious thing is pretty sexy.’ The thought of Severus and sexy together was just too much for her and she collapsed into hysterical giggles for the better part of ten minutes. Although, it should be said that, after she collected herself enough to breathe properly again, she was much less amused by that idea and much more intrigued.

‘Maybe I should try to find out just how sexy Severus can be.’ Hermione mused as she dressed for the day and collected her books. ‘Wait a minute. How come Professor Snape has suddenly become Severus?’

‘Probably because of the fact that you spent the best part of the night dreaming of licking chocolate off of his...’ Hermione quickly ended that train of thought by slamming her bedroom door and heading off to her first class of the day.


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As he had predicted, Severus woke up kicking himself mentally. “I must be finally losing it.” He confided to his bathroom mirror.

“Well, can’t say I didn’t see that one coming.” The mirror chirped back right before he silenced it with a wave of his wand.

As he fastened the dozens of buttons on each piece of his clothing he recalled the events of the last evening and dissected each piece meticulously. The stupid part of his brain demanded that he bring her flowers and ask her to dinner. ‘She’s a student!’ He mentally screamed at it before binding and gagging it and locking it back up in the wrought iron box especially reserved in the darkest corner of his mind with all the other pathetic ideas he had.

“Besides,” He stated to his reflection (now that his mirror was mute) “she wouldn’t want the attention of her ugly, old, evil Potions Master anyway.” ‘Would she?’ his mind added asking the question he refused to voice.


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Breakfast had been unusually quite and peaceful for Severus and he had a lot of time to think about things, (Only the vast majority of which, had to do with a certain student of his.) and to look around the great hall. (During which time he was proud to say that his eyes only strayed to a particularly interesting seat, which was occupied by a particularly interesting Gryffindor, a scant few hundred times.)

That was until Ginny Weasley entered the great hall and made a beeline for the spot he had been trying in vain to tear his eyes from.

‘Uh oh…’ he thought, ‘this isn’t likely to end well.’ With that, he pushed his chair back and very nonchalantly (he had spent a lot of time as an actor, after all) made his way toward what would possibly become the site of the worlds most brutal catfight ever.


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Hermione’s day had been going fine until now.

Up until now she had been content to sail through her classes on a wave of elation over the fact that someone found her attractive at last; even if that someone was a teacher who wanted nothing to do with her. Now, however, she was faced with the most horrible torture she could imagine. That torture was… whatever Ginny wanted to say to her. Upon entering the great hall, Hermione’s red-headed, ex-best friend instantly made eye contact and started toward her. Having logically analyzed the situation at hand, Hermione decided upon the best strategic option her brilliant mind could come up with… RUN!

But as luck would have it, no sooner did she turn and prepare to flee but Ginny called her name out loud. Now, everyone knows that you can only properly escape from someone in a crowded room if they don’t actually make it known that they are trying to contact you. By shouting out her name, Ginny had effectively made it impossible for Hermione to make her daring escape with her dignity intact; and therefore, she no longer had any option but to stand there and take whatever it was Ginny was about to dish out.

So it was with her head held high and her hands shaking only slightly that Hermione rounded on her erstwhile companion and in a voice that she hoped came across as confident and slightly haughty, asked… “You wanted to speak to me Ginevra?”


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A/N -

Sorry it took so long… the thrill of being home got to me and I turned all lazy for a while, but I told my muse that if she didn’t start up again soon I was going to make her run laps and that got her jump started.

More to come soon… I know that it is mostly filler but I need to get the relationship to a point where it can be believable because my mom is reading it and she can’t understand what we all see in Sevy. Of course, she has yet to read the last two books so she hasn’t seen him at his sexy best yet. We will convert her, don’t worry.

Thank you reviewers… I love you mucho!

-MA