Surprisingly, She Didn\'t
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
8,650
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Status: Work in Progress
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: HBP Spoilers, adult situations, some language, sexual situations…list may change as story progresses.
Summary: Finding her there had been a surprise, but nothing compared to what happened when she woke. HP fan-fiction, HG/SS.
Disclaimer: All characters/situations/places/events that you recognize belong to JK Rowling and the rest of the legal owners of everything Harry Potter. I make no money off of the writing of this fic, and intend no copyright infringement. I’m only having a little fun. And I would definitely take those two Slytherins home for tea…
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Surprisingly, She Didn\'t by Remetan
Prologue
The girl lay on her stomach in the bed, sleeping deeply, her breathing slow and even. She was illuminated by the late afternoon sunlight streaming in the window. Her face was partially concealed by a mass of hair that earlier had been matted and hanging in clumps around her head, now dried to the texture and appearance of last spring’s bird’s nest. Just a glimpse of the side of her breast was visible; her shoulders and upper back completely bared.
The man leaned against the wardrobe next to the window watching her. His white linen shirt was slightly yellowed and thin with wear. The elbows and cuffs were frayed, but the shirt was clean; as were his faded jeans. His boots were scuffed on the toes and the heels had worn down, but they were still quite usable. His arms were crossed over his chest and his face was an emotionless mask, leaving his thoughts indecipherable.
She had been sleeping for nearly six hours. He’d found her unconscious, and she had yet to awaken. For the most part, her sleep had been calm. Those few times he’d tried to intervene had only made her thrash and swear, so he’d left her alone after that. At least those actions had proven she was not in a coma.
He heard the front door open and then shut softly, then footsteps approaching him from the entryway. There was a soft crinkle of cellophane indicating that his companion had managed to acquire at least some of the supplies he’d been sent out to get.
“Sir, I have the items you sent me out for. Some of them were a bit difficult to find, but I managed it. Why you insist on sending me into those Godforsaken places is beyond me when you so clearly have the better knowledge base for it…Is that who I think it is?”
The younger man’s deep, haughty voice rose slightly in surprise with the question.
“Yes.” The older man’s voice was quieter than it normally would have been, though still silky in the delivery of the single word.
“Where did she come from?”
“I found her on the sandy stretch down by the cove. Fifteen feet in either direction and her body would have pounded against the rocks. She’s lucky to be alive.”
“But sir, why is she…naked?” The blond man’s lip curled up in a sneer and his voice dropped into a vulgar tone, indicating exactly what he thought of the girl lying there, and having to see her naked.
“Watch.” The dark man lifted himself gracefully from his perch against the wardrobe and strode silently across the worn area rug. He sat on the edge of the bed, effectively blocking the girl from the blond’s vision, and picked a worn nightshirt up off the floor; one of his own. He then quickly and deftly pulled it over her head and smoothly put her arms into the sleeves. He settled the blankets over her after laying her gently against the pillows. The girl remained sleeping. Quickly, he got back to his feet and glided back to the wardrobe, regaining his earlier position.
No sooner had he begun to look at her again than she was thrashing and turning under the blankets. After a few violent moments, she sat up and began to pull the nightshirt off over her head.
“Don’t sleep in ruddy nightshirts. Too bloody hot!” she grumbled out, tossing the offending article on the floor. Both men caught a glimpse of her exposed chest before she threw herself back onto her stomach. She yanked at the covers, pulling them to her chin and fell back into even breathing.
“Her clothing was useless when I found her; all tattered rags and sopping wet. This is the seventh time I’ve watched her do that.” He smirked, one eyebrow lifting as he looked back at his blond companion.
“You are going to have to go back out,” he said smoothly and quietly.
“No!” the younger man protested.
“Do not fight me on this. You will go out, or you will reap the consequences of disobeying me.” Though the man’s words were still soft and fluid, there was an edge to his voice that could not be ignored.
“Severus, no way! I’ve just spent six hours in the company of those stupid Muggles. I need a bath, not another trip into that pit of tedious torture!” The blond looked exasperated, but knew he was quickly losing ground.
“Draco, she’ll need clothing, and I’m not leaving you alone with her. You still hate her.” His tone was firm this time, icy, losing the softness of seconds ago.
Though the blond boy had gained his majority several years ago, he had done so under the tutelage of this man, he knew he could brook no argument.
“Fine, but you will owe me after this, Severus. I don’t take to forced trips into Muggleville easily,” he said with the air of someone who knew his threats were empty.
With that he stormed out of the room and stomped his way down the hallway.
Severus listened to him slam the door and went back to keeping watch over Miss Granger.
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: HBP Spoilers, adult situations, some language, sexual situations…list may change as story progresses.
Summary: Finding her there had been a surprise, but nothing compared to what happened when she woke. HP fan-fiction, HG/SS.
Disclaimer: All characters/situations/places/events that you recognize belong to JK Rowling and the rest of the legal owners of everything Harry Potter. I make no money off of the writing of this fic, and intend no copyright infringement. I’m only having a little fun. And I would definitely take those two Slytherins home for tea…
Surprisingly, She Didn\'t by Remetan
Prologue
The girl lay on her stomach in the bed, sleeping deeply, her breathing slow and even. She was illuminated by the late afternoon sunlight streaming in the window. Her face was partially concealed by a mass of hair that earlier had been matted and hanging in clumps around her head, now dried to the texture and appearance of last spring’s bird’s nest. Just a glimpse of the side of her breast was visible; her shoulders and upper back completely bared.
The man leaned against the wardrobe next to the window watching her. His white linen shirt was slightly yellowed and thin with wear. The elbows and cuffs were frayed, but the shirt was clean; as were his faded jeans. His boots were scuffed on the toes and the heels had worn down, but they were still quite usable. His arms were crossed over his chest and his face was an emotionless mask, leaving his thoughts indecipherable.
She had been sleeping for nearly six hours. He’d found her unconscious, and she had yet to awaken. For the most part, her sleep had been calm. Those few times he’d tried to intervene had only made her thrash and swear, so he’d left her alone after that. At least those actions had proven she was not in a coma.
He heard the front door open and then shut softly, then footsteps approaching him from the entryway. There was a soft crinkle of cellophane indicating that his companion had managed to acquire at least some of the supplies he’d been sent out to get.
“Sir, I have the items you sent me out for. Some of them were a bit difficult to find, but I managed it. Why you insist on sending me into those Godforsaken places is beyond me when you so clearly have the better knowledge base for it…Is that who I think it is?”
The younger man’s deep, haughty voice rose slightly in surprise with the question.
“Yes.” The older man’s voice was quieter than it normally would have been, though still silky in the delivery of the single word.
“Where did she come from?”
“I found her on the sandy stretch down by the cove. Fifteen feet in either direction and her body would have pounded against the rocks. She’s lucky to be alive.”
“But sir, why is she…naked?” The blond man’s lip curled up in a sneer and his voice dropped into a vulgar tone, indicating exactly what he thought of the girl lying there, and having to see her naked.
“Watch.” The dark man lifted himself gracefully from his perch against the wardrobe and strode silently across the worn area rug. He sat on the edge of the bed, effectively blocking the girl from the blond’s vision, and picked a worn nightshirt up off the floor; one of his own. He then quickly and deftly pulled it over her head and smoothly put her arms into the sleeves. He settled the blankets over her after laying her gently against the pillows. The girl remained sleeping. Quickly, he got back to his feet and glided back to the wardrobe, regaining his earlier position.
No sooner had he begun to look at her again than she was thrashing and turning under the blankets. After a few violent moments, she sat up and began to pull the nightshirt off over her head.
“Don’t sleep in ruddy nightshirts. Too bloody hot!” she grumbled out, tossing the offending article on the floor. Both men caught a glimpse of her exposed chest before she threw herself back onto her stomach. She yanked at the covers, pulling them to her chin and fell back into even breathing.
“Her clothing was useless when I found her; all tattered rags and sopping wet. This is the seventh time I’ve watched her do that.” He smirked, one eyebrow lifting as he looked back at his blond companion.
“You are going to have to go back out,” he said smoothly and quietly.
“No!” the younger man protested.
“Do not fight me on this. You will go out, or you will reap the consequences of disobeying me.” Though the man’s words were still soft and fluid, there was an edge to his voice that could not be ignored.
“Severus, no way! I’ve just spent six hours in the company of those stupid Muggles. I need a bath, not another trip into that pit of tedious torture!” The blond looked exasperated, but knew he was quickly losing ground.
“Draco, she’ll need clothing, and I’m not leaving you alone with her. You still hate her.” His tone was firm this time, icy, losing the softness of seconds ago.
Though the blond boy had gained his majority several years ago, he had done so under the tutelage of this man, he knew he could brook no argument.
“Fine, but you will owe me after this, Severus. I don’t take to forced trips into Muggleville easily,” he said with the air of someone who knew his threats were empty.
With that he stormed out of the room and stomped his way down the hallway.
Severus listened to him slam the door and went back to keeping watch over Miss Granger.