Batty

I love him dearly. However, the man can sometimes drive me absolutely batty, pun intended.

Severus Snape is intelligent, observant, sharp, vigilant, and very on guard, except when it come to one thing, me. He has no bloody clue what to do with me. I flirt in every womanly way possible. I gently touch his arm, I brush against him in the halls, pressing myself lightly to his body, I engage him in conversation at every chance I get, I even resort to the bloody obvious techniques such as hair flipping and eye lash batting. And it garners me absolutely nothing.

Sometimes I want to just give up, throw up my hands and jut out my hip. But then he does something uncharacteristically sweet. For example, last week he noticed that I was not feeling well. He brewed me a potion to fix it, without my asking or even prodding him to do so. Or he will randomly compliment me on something I am wearing or my hair if it happens to behave that day. Just when I’m out, he pulls me back in.

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I love her dearly. However, the woman can sometimes climb me up a tree, pardon the obvious house reference.

Hermione Granger is strong, opinionated, powerful, intelligent, and very passionate about everything but one thing; me. She is oblivious to everything that I do. I compliment her at every opportunity. I help her when I can. I know that most of my tips are not noticeable to the untrained eye. But she has been working with me for several years and has known me as a colleague and before that as her teacher; so I would think she would notice the little things; the smiles, gentle brushes, and the quick turn of my head when I am staring at her and she looks at me. But she has noticed nothing.

I think about giving up all the time. I mean why on earth would she be interested in me? I am much older than her, weathered and worn by the world. But just when these little ideas pop into my head, she smiles at me, that bright vibrant, exuberant smile, the one that shows all of her perfect teeth, and dimples that stretch for miles. Gods, that smile weakens my knees and makes my heart race. She could stop my life with it. And with the snap of her tiny fingers, I am hers again.

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I turn the doorknob of the teacher’s lounge, pushing the door open. It is dark inside save one candle lit in the corner, casting a shadow on a very familiar and dark head. He doesn’t acknowledge me; I’m not surprised. I walk over and sit down in the chair across from him, pulling out my wand and lighting the candle on the table next to me.

I pull the essays of my students from the knapsack resting at my feet. I chance a quick glance at him and see him move his head to his papers. I glance behind me, where he was staring, and see a clock. He must want to know how long he’s been here. My quill scratches across the pages; a red mark here, checkmark there. I glance at him from under my hair. He is so strong; he exudes power and sex appeal simultaneously. I don’t think he even realizes it. He is so focused and so dedicated. I would love to have all that intense focus solely on me. What would he be like in bed?

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I sit in the teacher’s lounge, attempting to get some grading done. But I can’t. A certain brunette colleague is stuck in my brain. Everywhere I go, she is there, whether physically or mentally. I can’t escape, and I’m not sure I want to.

I smell her first, that light, sweet scent that invades my senses and shuts down my brain. I glance up and see her sitting across from me. How long has she been sitting there? I watch her write on her pages, so intent on what I assume are essays, slashing and checking. At least I know she learned something from me. She is doing that adorable nibbling thing on her lip, making it redder, and making me long to kiss her more than usual. The candle light dances on her golden skin and makes her ethereal in her stunning beauty. I wonder what she tastes like, probably like strawberries; I wish I could lick her from head to toe.

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A loud click comes from across the room. I turn my head looking at the source, the door. When I turn back Severus has looked up from his work and he’s staring at me and not the door.

“What was that?” I ask him.

“I have no idea,” he responds as he stands up, lithe like a panther, and glides towards the door. He turns the handle and pulls on the door. It doesn’t budge. Uh oh.

He looks back at me with a look of horror on his face. It cuts me to the quick and cements the knowledge that he does not and could not possibly care for me. He pulls out his wand and begins to attempt to unlock the door. From the growls and obscenities he is emitting, he is getting nowhere. Just like me.

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I cannot believe this. I am trapped in this room with her; it is my worst nightmare and my greatest fantasy come to life. This has that old meddling fool written all over it. How will I get out of this without jumping her? Fuck! Oops, I think that might have been out loud.

She is looking at me with a look of hurt and resignation in her eyes. Oh no, she thinks I’m mad because I don’t want to be here with her. Nothing could be further from the truth.

I put my wand away and walk back towards her. Calculating in my mind what I need to do to mend this situation. Trapped in a room with the woman I am in love with. Yeah, I’m fucked.

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He’s stopped and is staring at me. I can feel his gaze boring into my face. It’s disconcerting. I can’t believe this situation. Trapped in a room with a man I am in love with and who just so happens to hate me. Okay maybe not hate, but at least dislike. And all I want to do is grab his face and kiss him till the world ends.

I shove my hands underneath my thighs, hoping that with them being constricted, I will not grab him and ravish his deliciously hidden body. Gods, why me? I look up and meet his obsidian eyes that are burning a hole in me. He sits back down in his chair and looks at me.

“It appears we are stuck in here,” he states with an awkward cough. No shit, Sherlock.

“Sorry to ruin your night,” I state sarcastically.

“You haven’t ruined it, what would make you think such a thing?” he asks leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands in a pyramid.

“Your strong desire to get out of here, and the great disappointment when you realized you were stuck in here.”

“To be perfectly honest and blunt, it’s because I don’t trust myself with being alone with you.” Definitely didn’t see that coming.

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I cannot believe that I just said that. Please, tell me I didn’t just do that. Please tell me I imagined it. Did Weasley the Loudmouth take over my body for a moment? He must have, that’s’ the only explanation as to why I just told the object of my affections that she is the object of my affections.

“What... ummm… what do you mean by that?” Fuck, so it wasn’t my imagination. Damn. What should I do? Should I just tell her? Should I laugh it off?

“Well, to put it simply, I find it difficult being in the same room as you owing to the fact that I want to, how do the kids say it these days? Oh, yes, jump your bones.” I chuckle on the inside when her mouth flops open in a ridiculous fashion, I have most decidedly shocked the ever eloquent know-it-all into silence.

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Didn’t see that coming either. What is going on here? Am I dreaming? Did I take one of Fred & George’s Dream Potions? That must be it. I must have fallen asleep. Wake up. I know this isn’t real, wake up. Okay that didn’t work. What else do people do to wake themselves up? Oh, yeah.

I stand up and walk over to him sitting in his chair. I bend down so that I am on my knees and I look him in the eye. My hands lift up and pull his face to mine, for a fiery kiss. He does nothing for a few seconds, and just when I’m about to pull away, he returns the kiss. I feel his hands wrap around me, sliding down my sides, caressing my waist, and sitting on my hips. He pulls me tight to his chest, moving out of his chair and onto his knees, matching my position. Gods, his kisses are like chocolate, sweet and addicting. His hands dance down my back, till they reach my ass. He gently cups it and gives it a little squeeze. Holy fuck! This is real. Oh, thank gods.

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Sweet Circe! She kissed me. I can’t believe it. Her body is so soft and warm. I never want to let go of her. She pulls away from me, and I immediately feel the loss of her body. She looks at me, fire and heat dancing in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I…” I stop her following statement by gripping her shoulders and pulling her back towards me, my lips descending onto hers. She does taste of strawberries. Strawberries and Hermione. I wonder if she would care if I handcuffed her hand to mine so that she is always in kissing range. Hmmm, that’s a thought. I pull back, cupping her face between my two hands. Her cheeks are flushed and she is glowing with a pure essence. I could probably kiss her forever. Yes, I will quit my job and kiss her for the rest of my life. It’ll be better than teaching those dunderheads. Definitely.

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Should I tell him? Would it make things weird? He obviously is at least attracted to me. But if it’s only a lustful attraction then the admission of my feelings will kill it stone dead. I open my mouth to tell him, but he grabs me and kisses me again. Gods, he’s such a good kisser. I need to tell him though. I can’t let this sit and fester anymore. I pull away once again, pushing on his chest and holding him back.

“Severus, there is something I need to tell you. I’m scared it will change things, but I need to get this thing off my chest,” he blinks his glazed eyes, nodding at me to continue.

“I love you. I have for quite some time now. I’ve been trying to make you notice me. I tried flirting, touching, talking. You were oblivious to everything. I wanted to give up every time, but then you would do something sweet and I was stuck.“

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Did she just say she loves me? I must be mistaken. She couldn’t possibly. What should I do? I look at her face; that beautiful, perfect face, the one in all my dreams and fantasies. I open my mouth before I can chicken out.

“I love you too. I don’t even know when it started. I never thought you would feel the same way. I tried everything as well, helping you, smiling at you, engaging you in conversations. But you never noticed. I too longed to give up, knowing my feelings were most likely going to be unreturned. But then you would touch my arm, or smile at me and I was stuck.”

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I gawk at him. I feel rather stupid. This entire time I thought he simply tolerated me. But, this is completely unexpected. I pull him to me and gently and tenderly kiss his lips. I brush his hair back out of his face. His eyes are stunning black pools of emotion. I could stare forever.

“You do realize how stupid the two of us have been, right?” he asks gently. I nod my agreement as a chuckle escapes my mouth. “And that I can no longer kill Albus for locking us in here and meddling with our lives, because without him doing that I’m sure we would have never realized what we could have.”

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Sitting in his office, Albus Dumbledore smiled knowingly. His plan had worked. It was good to be Headmaster. He had control over the entire castle. And his spies just told him that things were definitely heating up between the two professors. Minnie definitely owed him 20 Galleons and an all body massage. He smirked at the thought, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.


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