In His Kiss
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
11,652
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34
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In His Kiss
***A/N: This is an old story. Actually it is the second HP fanfiction I ever wrote. I took it down because I wasn’t sure that I liked the story LOL but by request of a fan I am putting it back up. So I hope you enjoy it. It’s a fluffy little bit of a fic LOL
CHAPTER 1: Always Watching
He was watching her again, she could feel him. Hermione made her way down the corridor towards her classroom, and all the while she could feel his gaze burning into her. She didn’t understand it, he never spoke to her, despite the fact that she sat right beside him at meals. He didn’t even bat an eyelash the day her appointment as Professor of Muggle Studies had been announced. Yet he watched her always.
Hermione glanced back over her shoulder as she neared the doors to her class. As she suspected, he was watching her. Standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, he made no attempt to look away, just continued to stare. She smiled slightly, never quite sure what to do. Was he waiting for her to say something? To ask what it was he was always staring at?
She didn’t pretend that he was watching her for any nefarious reasons. She knew he had no ill intentions towards her, and he certainly wasn’t attracted to her. She snorted softly at that thought. Wouldn’t that be a hoot, poor plain Hermione Jane and the big bad king of the death eaters? She needed to lay off of the romance novels that she kept stacked at her bedside.
Not that she would be offended, he had been the object of her teenage, hormone driven fantasies for her last two years at school. Maybe she was one of those girls. The ones who only wanted the unattainable, that man who was so aloof, so untouchable that you could convince yourself he was simply waiting for you to come along and make him whole again. It might be nice to have a man interested in her for once. She wasn’t exactly beating them off with her wand.
She entered her classroom and cast one last glance over her shoulder. He was still watching. Feeling brave, Hermione raised her hand and wiggled her fingers at him in a slight wave. His response was to tilt his head to the side and lift the corner of his mouth slightly. Why on earth was he always watching her?
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Severus instinctively knew when she was near. He wasn’t sure why, but when she approached, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and his skin began to prickle. It was strange, as though his body recognized her. If she was close by, he was watching her. His behavior was borderline stalking, but he couldn’t seem to help it.
She had been teaching Muggle Studies for the last two months. He had been somewhat surprised to discover that a former student, especially one as famous as Ms. Granger, was to become a professor at Hogwarts. More surprising was how intrigued he was at the changes time had wrought. She still looked the same, her face a little softer and her eyes a little older. She had filled out some, her figure a little fuller and a little lusher.
Some things however, had not changed. She was still ever curious, always reading in her spare time and still asking more questions than anyone he had ever met. He watched her, because he wasn’t quite sure what it was that drew him to attention when she was near. He had met more intelligent people, though granted not many. There were far more beautiful witches in the world, but he couldn’t deny that she was quite lovely.
She had an interesting way of moving. Almost as if she got from one place to another on instinct alone. She frequently had her head tucked low, staring at her feet as she walked, yet she didn’t stumble or walk into things. She was graceful and efficient; there was no artifice, no continual awareness of how she looked or concern about how she affected the males around her. He wondered if she actually cared about such things.
During meals he would observe her covertly. She didn’t pick at her food or push it around on her plate. She enjoyed it and made no excuses or apologies for it either, if she wanted seconds or thirds she had it. Most women he had met, not that he met all that many, picked and poked at their food and he spent the remainder of their time together thinking that she was probably starving to death.
Food was not the only thing he had seen her relish in. She would stop and smell every flower along the garden path when she went for her walks in the evenings. When she sat beneath the tree to read she would remove her shoes and socks and curl her toes into the grass. She was always touching, hugging and being affectionate with other staff and students. But she avoided him. She always seemed wary when he was near. Not that he blamed her, he was scary on his good days and the fact that he was always watching her probably made her think he intended to do her harm.
She glanced back at him. She knew he watched her, how could she not, he made no secret of it. She smiled slightly and headed into her classroom. She glanced back once more and waved. He tilted his head and felt a slight smile tugging at his lips; he fought the inclination and continued to stare as she closed the door. He inhaled slowly and turned to enter his own class. Fourth year Ravenclaws, it would likely be a disaster, but when it was over, it would be time for supper, and he would have another opportunity to observe the curious little witch next to him.
He was watching her again, she could feel him. Hermione made her way down the corridor towards her classroom, and all the while she could feel his gaze burning into her. She didn’t understand it, he never spoke to her, despite the fact that she sat right beside him at meals. He didn’t even bat an eyelash the day her appointment as Professor of Muggle Studies had been announced. Yet he watched her always.
Hermione glanced back over her shoulder as she neared the doors to her class. As she suspected, he was watching her. Standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, he made no attempt to look away, just continued to stare. She smiled slightly, never quite sure what to do. Was he waiting for her to say something? To ask what it was he was always staring at?
She didn’t pretend that he was watching her for any nefarious reasons. She knew he had no ill intentions towards her, and he certainly wasn’t attracted to her. She snorted softly at that thought. Wouldn’t that be a hoot, poor plain Hermione Jane and the big bad king of the death eaters? She needed to lay off of the romance novels that she kept stacked at her bedside.
Not that she would be offended, he had been the object of her teenage, hormone driven fantasies for her last two years at school. Maybe she was one of those girls. The ones who only wanted the unattainable, that man who was so aloof, so untouchable that you could convince yourself he was simply waiting for you to come along and make him whole again. It might be nice to have a man interested in her for once. She wasn’t exactly beating them off with her wand.
She entered her classroom and cast one last glance over her shoulder. He was still watching. Feeling brave, Hermione raised her hand and wiggled her fingers at him in a slight wave. His response was to tilt his head to the side and lift the corner of his mouth slightly. Why on earth was he always watching her?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * *
Severus instinctively knew when she was near. He wasn’t sure why, but when she approached, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and his skin began to prickle. It was strange, as though his body recognized her. If she was close by, he was watching her. His behavior was borderline stalking, but he couldn’t seem to help it.
She had been teaching Muggle Studies for the last two months. He had been somewhat surprised to discover that a former student, especially one as famous as Ms. Granger, was to become a professor at Hogwarts. More surprising was how intrigued he was at the changes time had wrought. She still looked the same, her face a little softer and her eyes a little older. She had filled out some, her figure a little fuller and a little lusher.
Some things however, had not changed. She was still ever curious, always reading in her spare time and still asking more questions than anyone he had ever met. He watched her, because he wasn’t quite sure what it was that drew him to attention when she was near. He had met more intelligent people, though granted not many. There were far more beautiful witches in the world, but he couldn’t deny that she was quite lovely.
She had an interesting way of moving. Almost as if she got from one place to another on instinct alone. She frequently had her head tucked low, staring at her feet as she walked, yet she didn’t stumble or walk into things. She was graceful and efficient; there was no artifice, no continual awareness of how she looked or concern about how she affected the males around her. He wondered if she actually cared about such things.
During meals he would observe her covertly. She didn’t pick at her food or push it around on her plate. She enjoyed it and made no excuses or apologies for it either, if she wanted seconds or thirds she had it. Most women he had met, not that he met all that many, picked and poked at their food and he spent the remainder of their time together thinking that she was probably starving to death.
Food was not the only thing he had seen her relish in. She would stop and smell every flower along the garden path when she went for her walks in the evenings. When she sat beneath the tree to read she would remove her shoes and socks and curl her toes into the grass. She was always touching, hugging and being affectionate with other staff and students. But she avoided him. She always seemed wary when he was near. Not that he blamed her, he was scary on his good days and the fact that he was always watching her probably made her think he intended to do her harm.
She glanced back at him. She knew he watched her, how could she not, he made no secret of it. She smiled slightly and headed into her classroom. She glanced back once more and waved. He tilted his head and felt a slight smile tugging at his lips; he fought the inclination and continued to stare as she closed the door. He inhaled slowly and turned to enter his own class. Fourth year Ravenclaws, it would likely be a disaster, but when it was over, it would be time for supper, and he would have another opportunity to observe the curious little witch next to him.