All Hallows Eve

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All characters herein, yadda yadda yadda, are not mine. They remain the property of the lovely and kind JK Rowling who is nice enough to ignore us and let us play with her creations. I'm not making any money off this, or I'd be living in england, smack in the middle of Notting Hill and enjoying the antique market.

All Hallows Eve


One

Hermione stared at the photo in front of her and sighed. Black eyes gazed up at her through lank hair, almost daring her to keep looking.

“What are you reading, Hermione?”

Hermione jumped and slammed her arithmancy text shut. Ginny Weasley sat her own book bag down and pulled out the chair next to Hermione.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” Ginny eyed the book suspiciously, knowing full well that Hermione had not been reading over her arithmancy lesson. She would bet her own magic that Hermione was still carrying around the piece of parchment torn from The Daily Prophet that heralded Severus Snape as hero since he had been pardoned by the ministry for the death of Dumbledore.

Ginny lowered her voice.

“Why are you still carrying around that photo of Snape?”

“I don’t have a photo of Snape,” Hermione replied, starting to stuff the book back into her heavy bag. Ginny snatched the book from her, shaking it so that the parchment floated to the table.

“Sssssssh!” Madame Pince warned from the desk.

Hermione quickly scooped up the parchment, putting it back into the book.

Ginny grinned at her.

“You’re completely nutters. I hope you realize that. No self respecting witch would be remotely interested in Snape. Ewwwww.”

“There is nothing wrong with the Professor,” Hermione felt a blush creeping to her cheeks, and the urge to defend the wizard was on her tongue. “I think that a lot of you have refused to admit that he was helping everyone all these years.”

“He’s still scary. Besides Hermione, can you imagine what it would be like to bed him? It would be totally gross in my opinion.”

“That’s your opinion. Looks aren’t everything.”

Hermione thought about the day that Severus Snape had returned to Hogwarts. Only staff had turned out to greet him. She had been witness to it from the hall above where she stood in the shadows watching. She should have known that Snape would see her, and he had. His eyes had flickered upward for a moment, resting on her, his face unreadable.

A unconscionable shiver had gone through her at the heat his eyes emitted. Something had happened in that moment and she had found herself helplessly letting her mind wander in a place where it did not need to be.

That night, he had come to her in her dreams. Dark and dangerous, he had joined her in her bed; touching her in ways she had allowed no one to touch her. The scary part had been that she had wanted his touch and welcomed it.

The photograph of him in the Daily Prophet was rare; Snape abhorred having a photograph taken and it was only through the insistence of the ministry that he had allowed it. Hermione hadn’t hesitated to rip it out and save it when she’d thought no one was watching her. Ron was romancing Luna and Harry and Ginny were deeply involved. Ginny, the only observant one these days, had seen Hermione as she secreted the photo away.

Snape himself was oblivious to the fact that Hermione was fascinated with him, or so she thought. So caught up in her fantasies was she that she failed to notice the speculative and prying looks that the Professor had been covertly sending her way.

Hermione had made the mistake of underestimating Severus Snape. He had not relaxed in the least since the war was over, but remained steadfastly on his guard. Severus was unwilling to trust anyone. The past had taught him well.

To say that he was in fact shocked at Hermione Granger’s interest would be an understatement. The first time he had returned to Hogwarts he had expected full well not to be met at the door, but the sight of the young witch hiding in the shadows above had raised his interest.

As the weeks had progressed, slow, unfurling desire had been emitting from her towards him. He’d been in the middle of a lecture in class when he’d felt it. It had taken all his concentration not to delve inside her head for a closer look.

Truth of the matter was that he did not need to. Severus’ own sexual experience lacked greatly but he could smell a witch in heat. Each day the scent on his nostrils increased.

Fridays were usually the worst day of the week for him. Those were the days that he issued grades to imbeciles that sometimes had the nerve to attempt to argue with him, grating on his nerves and inciting him to remove points from their ungrateful selves. This meant he would be in a bad mood automatically.

This particular Friday was no exception. He was at his desk whilst the seventh years completed their experiments, grading papers from the day before. He had just satisfactorily scrawled a large “F” on one of the papers when he felt her.

He looked up, his eyes locking with hers. She quickly looked away. Strong arousal drifted to his delicate sense of smell, stronger than he’d ever felt it.
The muscles in his face tightened as he stared at the mass of curly dark brown hair. His body tightened as well, much to his surprise.

After class, he’d berated himself silently for losing control. He was not going to let the girl get to him.


“Tonight is all Hallow’s Eve, or have you forgotten,” Ginny was saying as Hermione lost her train of thought and was forced back to the matter at hand.

“No, I haven’t forgotten.”

“We have to get ready for the celebration. Professor McGonagall said this morning that we could dress up and have a party instead of the usual dinner this evening.”

“I suppose you have your costume already,” Hermione replied without much enthusiasm.

“Harry and I are going as pirates,” Ginny said, grinning. “That could make for some good role-playing later.”

Hermione did blush at that.

“Good grief, Hermione,” Ginny whispered. “Don’t you think it’s time you lost your virginity? Maybe Harry and I could help.”

“No, thanks,” Hermione shuddered at the thought of a threesome, especially with Harry, whom she thought of as a brother.

“Come on then, I’ll help you get a costume together.”

“I’ll be along later, Gin. I have to finish some things.”

Ginny looked at Hermione, disappointment on her face. Finally, she shrugged.

“Well, if you change your mind, just come get me.”

Ginny walked out and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She just did not feel comfortable with her feelings for Snape, and she was in no mood to have to explain them to someone else.

Harry was waiting on Ginny when she crawled through the portrait hole.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said. “Where’s Ron?”

“He and Luna are off somewhere snogging, no doubt. Just like we should be doing,” Harry beamed.

“Hold on a bit,” Ginny gently pushed the eager wizard back a step or two. “Let me get ready and we can find a convenient corner.” She appreciatively looked at Harry’s slim form, clothed in tight fitting leather breeches and white pirate shirt.

“Doubtful,” Harry replied. “It’s my understanding that Snape is on hall duty tonight. I heard McGonagall say that he refused to chaperone the party.”

“That shouldn’t surprise you,” Ginny said over her shoulder as she took the stairs two at a time. “Hermione isn’t interested in fun tonight either. I offered her a threesome and she was shocked.”

“You didn’t!”

“Oh yes, I did. She doesn’t want your services.” Ginny giggled before disappearing into the room she shared with three other Gryffindors.

Harry shook his head, knowing how Hermione must have reacted. The girl needed to loosen up. Too much studying was bad for her.

~*~

Hermione finally closed her potions book and rubbed her eyes. Madame Pince had cleared her throat several times before asking Hermione to leave so she could attend to her duties as a chaperone tonight.

“I’m going,” Hermione mumbled, gathering together her books and stuffing them into her bag.

The hall was full of students in costume, hurrying past her and bumping her aside in their haste to get to the great hall. Hermione ignored them and by the time she arrived in the common room everyone was gone and the room was deserted.

“Good,” she said, going to the room she occupied as head girl and tossing her book bag down on the desk. She had no intentions of attending the party. Hermione knew full well that the punch would be spiked or that there would be sexual happenings every where one looked, which most of the staff would ignore.

She decided instead to patrol the halls and try to keep order. There were many dark corners in the castle where students could hide and copulate.

Her footsteps echoed in the deserted wing as she silently made her rounds. She would not admit it, but she was looking for Snape. Her ears had perked up when Ginny had said he had refused to chaperone tonight.

Maybe you wanted to hear something like that.

Hermione’s inner self was talking to her.

“I do not want to find the Professor,” she said aloud softly, her voice still echoing in the hall.

“I highly doubt that, Miss Granger,” Severus Snape whispered to himself from the place he was hiding. “Your emotions and your body say otherwise, a fact which I intend to take full advantage of.”