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The Intrusion
Beneath The Surface
By: Sharkdiver
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling. They are NOT MINE. I\'m just borrowing them for a good time. No profit is being made from this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus Snape is currently researching a potion that could serve as protection from the effects of the Cruciatus curse. After Harry and Ron are sent to the Auror Academy, Albus Dumbledore arranges for Hermione Granger to assist in the research of this invaluable potion as an apprentice to Severus. Will they be able to overcome their differences for the greater good? (SS/HG)
AN: well, I am trying to submerse myself in this fic once again...I feel my creative juices flowing once more...hopefully I won\'t hit another writer\'s block like that again until AFTER I finish this...LOL. Enjoy!!
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Chapter 8 - The Intrusion
Hermione pulled her linen pajamas from her dresser and gathered her bathroom things before seeking out the bathroom. No matter how calm she tried to handle the situation, she couldn\'t help but think: \'I am about to bathe in Snape\'s tub\'. Maybe a little time alone in his bathroom would allow her to get a bit of insight to the REAL Snape. She laughed at herself for thinking it, it sounded like something Professor Trelawney might come up with.
She took a deep breath, and opened her bedroom door slowly, almost waiting for Snape to be standing just outside her door glaring at her. She breathed a sigh of relief to see he wasn\'t. She poked her head out into the hallway, looking around for signs of movement. She saw the glow of fire in the living room hearth, and heard papers rustling somewhere beyond that. Snape must be quite occupied with something in the living room for the time being, which was a good thing, because she was hoping to avoid him for the rest of the evening. She wasn\'t quite sure which door led to the bathroom, as there were two that lead off of this hallway, and both looked quite the same. She turned first to the one at the end of the hall, which was closed. She crept up to it silently and pointed her wand towards the knob, only to pull away at the last second. She turned her head sharply to make sure the t wat was still clear. She quickly tapped her wand against the doorknob only to find the door wouldn\'t budge. It was warded. That must mean that this room was...
Snape\'s bedroom.
Hermione\'s eyes grew wide and she scurried quickly towards the other door. She knew if Snape saw her anywhere near his bedroom, he\'d probably kill her himself. The other door, across from her bedroom, presumably led to the bathroom. She quietly pushed the door open with ease and went in, closing the door tightly behind her.
The wall sconces lit themselves as she entered the bathroom, casting an eerie glow upon the white walls. This room seemed so drastically different than the \'guest room\' she had been given. This room was pristine. The walls and tiled floor were stark white, giving the room an almost \'sterile\' feel. A large claw footed bathtub was situated along the left wall, while the pedestal sink and toilet were on the opposite side. There was a small medicine cabinet above the sink. Hermione noticed how basic her room and this bathroom was. Even though this cottage was located in Hogsmeade, the \"hub\" of wizarding society, this cottage held very few enchanted pieces. If anything, this cottage seemed to remind Hermione more of a muggle residence than that of a wizard. She never really thought about what to expect from Snape\'s home, but now that she sa\'s \'s humble features and it\'s basic décor, she realized it suited him.
Hermione set her pajamas, robe and bath towel on the back of the door while she set the wards. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she was NOT prepared to be barged in on by her former potions Professor while in the bath. After warding the door, she added a silencing spell so that she wouldn\'t disturb him.
Hermione stepped over to the large bathtub and gently turned thecet cet on. Even though she was a witch, and had the power to conjure bathing necessities, Hermione chose to use the vanilla blossom set that her mother sent her from one of the more popular muggle shops. The smell reminded her of home, and if there was ever a time she needed to feel comforted with thoughts of home, it was now. She poured a capful of the rich bubble bath under the running water, and took a deep inhale of the rich familiar smell.
While waiting for the bath to fill, Hermione turned to face the medicine cabinet. She was not a nosy person by nature, but with someone as mysterious as Snape, she was just a little curious. She bit her lower lip as she carefully opened the medicine cabinet to inspect its contents. There was what looked like an old fashioned straight-edge razor, a heavy porcelain mortar with a lathering brush, A few bottles of what looked to be a dreamless sleeping draught, and a small unlabeled bottle of some type of oil. Hermione carefully picked up the bottle of oil and unstoppered it to see if she could identify it by its scent. She inhaled deeply and recognized the smell immediately; it smelled of sandalwood. This must be the oil that Snape uses as a form of aftershave. She had a fleeting glimpse of the night she kissed him, she still couldn\'t remember much, but she remembered this smell...Snape, no...Severus, wore sandalwood.
She set the bottle back carefully in its place in the cabinet and turned back to shut off the bath. Since she had set a silencing charm on the bathroom, Hermione decided to transfigure a radio from her slipper so that she could try to relax a little before slipping into the tub.
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Severus sat in the living room thoroughly frustrated. He was edgy because he now had to share his territory with someone else; and not just anyone, none other than the Gryffindor know-it-all. Granted, she had matured quite a bit, and she wasn\'t bad to look at, but the fact remained; she was now in his space. He tried to concentrate on reading through some of his old potions texts, but it was useless. His thoughts kept drifting back to her. She was in his home. What was she doing? It seemed awfully quiet in the room he had given her, maybe she was asleep. But what if she wasn\'t? What if she was up to something?
Severus sighed. He knew it was pointless to let himself get so agitated over her presence, as it wouldn\'t help matters any. The fact was, he was stuck with her. He poured himself a generous shot of Ogden\'s Fire whiskey and swilled it around his glass as he tried to banish thoughts of her from his mind, and submerse himself back into what he knows best; potion making.
Severus had finally just gotten his mind back into potions when he heard the water tap turn on in the bathroom, and he froze. The thoughts that burst forth into his mind, he knew, were highly inopriopriate. She was taking a bath in his bathroom. Which meant...no, he shouldn\'t even dare to let his mind wander there. He picked up his glass and swirled it around again before draining it. He set his glass back down and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remain focused. She was going to be there for most likely the whole summer, maybe longer. He\'d better get used it or he\'d never get any work done.
About 10 minutes later, strange music seemed to be comirom rom the bathroom and it was rather loud. Severus could tolerate her presence in his home if he must, but he would not endure her seemingly disrespectful behavior. He slammed his potions text back down on to his desk, and stood. If she even dared to think she cold act this way while he was trying to work, she had another thing coming to her. Severus made his way towards the bathroom door, furious as the music was so loud he could barely hear himself think, and threw the door open to berate her.
The sight that greeted his eyes made him freeze on the spot. He stood, index finger raised in admonishment, his eyes wide with shock. Hermione lay in the bath, eyes closed, chestnut hair cascading down the back of the tub, one leg draped over the edge. He blushed furiously and made a hasty retreat as she turned to see what the noise was and screamed loudly at his intrusion. He slammed the door and strode back into the living room where he rapidly refilled his whiskey glass and began pacing the room like a caged tiger. What was he supposed to say? Was HE supposed to apologize?! She should be the one apologizing for her blatant disregard for his need for peace and quiet. What was she thinking??
Before he could formulate what he would say to her, she threw open the bathroom door and stormed into the living room to confront him. Her hair was wet, and her skin was flushed a deep shade of pink, most likely in embarrassment. She clutched her bathrobe tightly to her chest as she walked furiously towards him.
\"Just what the hell did you think you were doing??!! Did it ever occur to you to Knock??\" She yelled.
Severus was taken aback for a moment that she had the audacity to raise her voice to him. In HIS home. After SHE was blaring the radio, distracting him from HIS work. He had turned from her a moment, trying to keep his control when he could no longer hold it in. He turned sharply, leaning over her so that they were practically nose to nose.
\"Need I remind you that you are a guest in this house, and I will not be spoken to in such a way.\" He spat venomously as his eyes glaring daggers into hers.
She cast her eyes down in defeat, realizing she had crossed the line. True, he shouldn\'t have barged in on her the way he did, but she shouldn\'t have yelled as she had. She knew she should apologize, and wait for him to offer an explanation as to why he felt teed eed to walk n hen her in such a way.
\"I apologize. I shouldn\'t have lost my temper. You just startled me. Why did you do that?\"
\"Miss Granger, I find it hard to believe that you are completely remiss in common courtesy; however, playing music as loudly as you were would lead me to believe otherwise. Your complete and utter disregard of my need for quiet made me angry, and I simply went to the bathroom to tell you to turn the darned music down. I didn\'t anticipate your state of undress. For that I apologize.\"
\"May I ask you a question, sir?\" she asked timidly.
\"I would expect nothing less form you, Miss granger. What is it?\" He asked exasperatedly.
\"How come my wards and silencing charm didn\'t work?\"
\"I beg your pardon?\" he asked her with a look of confusion.
\"I set wards and a silencing charm. I never intended to disturb you, sir. I was just wondering, why they so obviously \'t \'t work.\"
\"Miss Granger...\"
\"Please, call me Hermione. I\'m not your student anymore.\"
\"Fine then, Hermione. The only wards thatl wol work in this cottage are mine, since this is my home. I have not yet adjusted them to allow spells that you cast to be effective, other than in your own room as that is now your primary quarters. I will adjust the wards tomorrow if you wish.\"
\"Thank you.\"
Severus began to turn away from her to head back to his work when he felt her hand on his arm. Jolts of electricity ran through him where her hand rested lightly on the crook of his elbow. He turned toward her and arched an eyebrow in question.
\"Um..sir, since we are to be working together, I thought...would it be alright if I used your given name? I mean...that is to say...\"
\"Miss Gra...Hermione, I think that is the first time I have ever seen you speechless. If it would make you more comfortable, you may call me Severus.\"
She smiled at him and nodded. She looked down and quickly remembered she was still standing in front of him wearing only her bathrobe. Her cheeks flushed as she cleared her throat and turned to head back to the privacy of her room. She stopped a few feet away, and without turning, she said, \"Goodnight, Severus.\"
She bit her lip and waited a moment to see how he would react before continuing to her room. Sensing her hesitation, he answered. She heard his silky voice drift over her like a gentle caress \"Goodnight, Hermione.\"
By: Sharkdiver
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling. They are NOT MINE. I\'m just borrowing them for a good time. No profit is being made from this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus Snape is currently researching a potion that could serve as protection from the effects of the Cruciatus curse. After Harry and Ron are sent to the Auror Academy, Albus Dumbledore arranges for Hermione Granger to assist in the research of this invaluable potion as an apprentice to Severus. Will they be able to overcome their differences for the greater good? (SS/HG)
AN: well, I am trying to submerse myself in this fic once again...I feel my creative juices flowing once more...hopefully I won\'t hit another writer\'s block like that again until AFTER I finish this...LOL. Enjoy!!
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Chapter 8 - The Intrusion
Hermione pulled her linen pajamas from her dresser and gathered her bathroom things before seeking out the bathroom. No matter how calm she tried to handle the situation, she couldn\'t help but think: \'I am about to bathe in Snape\'s tub\'. Maybe a little time alone in his bathroom would allow her to get a bit of insight to the REAL Snape. She laughed at herself for thinking it, it sounded like something Professor Trelawney might come up with.
She took a deep breath, and opened her bedroom door slowly, almost waiting for Snape to be standing just outside her door glaring at her. She breathed a sigh of relief to see he wasn\'t. She poked her head out into the hallway, looking around for signs of movement. She saw the glow of fire in the living room hearth, and heard papers rustling somewhere beyond that. Snape must be quite occupied with something in the living room for the time being, which was a good thing, because she was hoping to avoid him for the rest of the evening. She wasn\'t quite sure which door led to the bathroom, as there were two that lead off of this hallway, and both looked quite the same. She turned first to the one at the end of the hall, which was closed. She crept up to it silently and pointed her wand towards the knob, only to pull away at the last second. She turned her head sharply to make sure the t wat was still clear. She quickly tapped her wand against the doorknob only to find the door wouldn\'t budge. It was warded. That must mean that this room was...
Snape\'s bedroom.
Hermione\'s eyes grew wide and she scurried quickly towards the other door. She knew if Snape saw her anywhere near his bedroom, he\'d probably kill her himself. The other door, across from her bedroom, presumably led to the bathroom. She quietly pushed the door open with ease and went in, closing the door tightly behind her.
The wall sconces lit themselves as she entered the bathroom, casting an eerie glow upon the white walls. This room seemed so drastically different than the \'guest room\' she had been given. This room was pristine. The walls and tiled floor were stark white, giving the room an almost \'sterile\' feel. A large claw footed bathtub was situated along the left wall, while the pedestal sink and toilet were on the opposite side. There was a small medicine cabinet above the sink. Hermione noticed how basic her room and this bathroom was. Even though this cottage was located in Hogsmeade, the \"hub\" of wizarding society, this cottage held very few enchanted pieces. If anything, this cottage seemed to remind Hermione more of a muggle residence than that of a wizard. She never really thought about what to expect from Snape\'s home, but now that she sa\'s \'s humble features and it\'s basic décor, she realized it suited him.
Hermione set her pajamas, robe and bath towel on the back of the door while she set the wards. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she was NOT prepared to be barged in on by her former potions Professor while in the bath. After warding the door, she added a silencing spell so that she wouldn\'t disturb him.
Hermione stepped over to the large bathtub and gently turned thecet cet on. Even though she was a witch, and had the power to conjure bathing necessities, Hermione chose to use the vanilla blossom set that her mother sent her from one of the more popular muggle shops. The smell reminded her of home, and if there was ever a time she needed to feel comforted with thoughts of home, it was now. She poured a capful of the rich bubble bath under the running water, and took a deep inhale of the rich familiar smell.
While waiting for the bath to fill, Hermione turned to face the medicine cabinet. She was not a nosy person by nature, but with someone as mysterious as Snape, she was just a little curious. She bit her lower lip as she carefully opened the medicine cabinet to inspect its contents. There was what looked like an old fashioned straight-edge razor, a heavy porcelain mortar with a lathering brush, A few bottles of what looked to be a dreamless sleeping draught, and a small unlabeled bottle of some type of oil. Hermione carefully picked up the bottle of oil and unstoppered it to see if she could identify it by its scent. She inhaled deeply and recognized the smell immediately; it smelled of sandalwood. This must be the oil that Snape uses as a form of aftershave. She had a fleeting glimpse of the night she kissed him, she still couldn\'t remember much, but she remembered this smell...Snape, no...Severus, wore sandalwood.
She set the bottle back carefully in its place in the cabinet and turned back to shut off the bath. Since she had set a silencing charm on the bathroom, Hermione decided to transfigure a radio from her slipper so that she could try to relax a little before slipping into the tub.
********************
Severus sat in the living room thoroughly frustrated. He was edgy because he now had to share his territory with someone else; and not just anyone, none other than the Gryffindor know-it-all. Granted, she had matured quite a bit, and she wasn\'t bad to look at, but the fact remained; she was now in his space. He tried to concentrate on reading through some of his old potions texts, but it was useless. His thoughts kept drifting back to her. She was in his home. What was she doing? It seemed awfully quiet in the room he had given her, maybe she was asleep. But what if she wasn\'t? What if she was up to something?
Severus sighed. He knew it was pointless to let himself get so agitated over her presence, as it wouldn\'t help matters any. The fact was, he was stuck with her. He poured himself a generous shot of Ogden\'s Fire whiskey and swilled it around his glass as he tried to banish thoughts of her from his mind, and submerse himself back into what he knows best; potion making.
Severus had finally just gotten his mind back into potions when he heard the water tap turn on in the bathroom, and he froze. The thoughts that burst forth into his mind, he knew, were highly inopriopriate. She was taking a bath in his bathroom. Which meant...no, he shouldn\'t even dare to let his mind wander there. He picked up his glass and swirled it around again before draining it. He set his glass back down and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remain focused. She was going to be there for most likely the whole summer, maybe longer. He\'d better get used it or he\'d never get any work done.
About 10 minutes later, strange music seemed to be comirom rom the bathroom and it was rather loud. Severus could tolerate her presence in his home if he must, but he would not endure her seemingly disrespectful behavior. He slammed his potions text back down on to his desk, and stood. If she even dared to think she cold act this way while he was trying to work, she had another thing coming to her. Severus made his way towards the bathroom door, furious as the music was so loud he could barely hear himself think, and threw the door open to berate her.
The sight that greeted his eyes made him freeze on the spot. He stood, index finger raised in admonishment, his eyes wide with shock. Hermione lay in the bath, eyes closed, chestnut hair cascading down the back of the tub, one leg draped over the edge. He blushed furiously and made a hasty retreat as she turned to see what the noise was and screamed loudly at his intrusion. He slammed the door and strode back into the living room where he rapidly refilled his whiskey glass and began pacing the room like a caged tiger. What was he supposed to say? Was HE supposed to apologize?! She should be the one apologizing for her blatant disregard for his need for peace and quiet. What was she thinking??
Before he could formulate what he would say to her, she threw open the bathroom door and stormed into the living room to confront him. Her hair was wet, and her skin was flushed a deep shade of pink, most likely in embarrassment. She clutched her bathrobe tightly to her chest as she walked furiously towards him.
\"Just what the hell did you think you were doing??!! Did it ever occur to you to Knock??\" She yelled.
Severus was taken aback for a moment that she had the audacity to raise her voice to him. In HIS home. After SHE was blaring the radio, distracting him from HIS work. He had turned from her a moment, trying to keep his control when he could no longer hold it in. He turned sharply, leaning over her so that they were practically nose to nose.
\"Need I remind you that you are a guest in this house, and I will not be spoken to in such a way.\" He spat venomously as his eyes glaring daggers into hers.
She cast her eyes down in defeat, realizing she had crossed the line. True, he shouldn\'t have barged in on her the way he did, but she shouldn\'t have yelled as she had. She knew she should apologize, and wait for him to offer an explanation as to why he felt teed eed to walk n hen her in such a way.
\"I apologize. I shouldn\'t have lost my temper. You just startled me. Why did you do that?\"
\"Miss Granger, I find it hard to believe that you are completely remiss in common courtesy; however, playing music as loudly as you were would lead me to believe otherwise. Your complete and utter disregard of my need for quiet made me angry, and I simply went to the bathroom to tell you to turn the darned music down. I didn\'t anticipate your state of undress. For that I apologize.\"
\"May I ask you a question, sir?\" she asked timidly.
\"I would expect nothing less form you, Miss granger. What is it?\" He asked exasperatedly.
\"How come my wards and silencing charm didn\'t work?\"
\"I beg your pardon?\" he asked her with a look of confusion.
\"I set wards and a silencing charm. I never intended to disturb you, sir. I was just wondering, why they so obviously \'t \'t work.\"
\"Miss Granger...\"
\"Please, call me Hermione. I\'m not your student anymore.\"
\"Fine then, Hermione. The only wards thatl wol work in this cottage are mine, since this is my home. I have not yet adjusted them to allow spells that you cast to be effective, other than in your own room as that is now your primary quarters. I will adjust the wards tomorrow if you wish.\"
\"Thank you.\"
Severus began to turn away from her to head back to his work when he felt her hand on his arm. Jolts of electricity ran through him where her hand rested lightly on the crook of his elbow. He turned toward her and arched an eyebrow in question.
\"Um..sir, since we are to be working together, I thought...would it be alright if I used your given name? I mean...that is to say...\"
\"Miss Gra...Hermione, I think that is the first time I have ever seen you speechless. If it would make you more comfortable, you may call me Severus.\"
She smiled at him and nodded. She looked down and quickly remembered she was still standing in front of him wearing only her bathrobe. Her cheeks flushed as she cleared her throat and turned to head back to the privacy of her room. She stopped a few feet away, and without turning, she said, \"Goodnight, Severus.\"
She bit her lip and waited a moment to see how he would react before continuing to her room. Sensing her hesitation, he answered. She heard his silky voice drift over her like a gentle caress \"Goodnight, Hermione.\"