The Courtship of Miss Granger | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: This is turning out to be longer than I thought it ever
would be, but I wanted to cram as much detail as I could in here. At the rate I’m going, I’ll have about 20
monster chapters before I’m finished leading up to “Missing You.” I just couldn’t resist having poor Ginny
being witness to the goings-on; she’ll probably be so shell-shocked she can’t
go to Potions class for 2 years…
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Hermione woke slowly, opening her eyes and wondering where
she was. As she stretched, her hand
touched warm (and extremely naked) flesh and the events of the night before
came back to her. The last thing she
remembered was falling asleep in front of the fire as Severus rubbed warm oil
into her skin. She turned on her side to
look at him. He lay on his stomach
facing her, the long black silk of his hair covering his face. She reached out a finger to flip some of it
back off of his cheek and scooted closer to study his face. His nose wasn’t too big at all, she thought,
it looked just perfect and the mouth that was more used to snarling and yelling
than kissing (she would fix that in short order) was relaxed in sleep. Black eyelashes broke like a wave over his
pale cheeks…they were a lot longer than she had ever thought. She eased the bulky cover down off him to
inspect his broad shoulders - where in the world did that small round scar come
from?- and ran a hand down the slope of his back down to the scars that
criss-crossed over his lean hips. She
gave one muscular buttock a playful pinch that made him shift and mutter
slightly, then she tickled his ribs gently to make him roll over…during their
sessions of Occlumency, she had seen his beautiful dark-haired mother do the
same to him when playing with her small son.
It worked like a charm, making him sigh in his sleep and raise his hips
to turn on his side.
She smiled and took this opportunity to inspect him closely
while she wasn’t observed. He was built
quite nicely, she concluded happily as she glanced at the engagement ring on
her finger. Not bad
husband-material. She grinned wickedly
and ran her fingers up his thigh to the part of him that had given her so much
pleasure the previous night. What a birthday present. Watching his face, she began to stroke him
and felt him grow hard in her hand as he murmured sleepily and rolled onto his
back. She ducked down beneath the covers
and took him in her mouth, sucking him into fullness slowly before crawling up
to straddle him. He was just beginning
to wake as she pressed herself down onto his cock, and she giggled as he opened
his eyes. Good morning, Severus, she cooed.
Gods, what a way to wake up.
It wasn’t everyday that he opened his eyes to find a beautiful young
witch riding him, he thought as he began to thrust upward into her. She shook her head at him slightly and
pressed his shoulders back into the bedding, wanting to be in control. He watched with eyes slitted with pleasure as
she bounced up and down, taking her satisfaction from him. She worked herself into an orgasm and as her
eyes lost their focus and her head fell back, he grasped her hips and drove
into her strongly. His movement
prolonged her enjoyment and she cried out loudly as he buried himself into her and
exploded, gasping her name. He pulled her down on top of him and she lay on his
heaving chest, sated and smiling. You’ll be the death of me, Granger.
They spent most of the day in their room making love, and
the rest of it exploring the manor house…Severus busied himself telling her
outrageous stories about the various rooms while she laughed and demanded the
truth. She learned that the house had
been left to him by his father but that was as far as he went discussing either
parent despite her many requests. They ate out on the lawn as they discussed
their plans for the future and various other topics – Hermione couldn’t believe
that she had finally found someone who would listen to her talk about school,
spells, and other things that always bored her classmates to death. Severus would listen and comment, exchanging
ideas with her and encouraging her.
Slytherin and Gryffindor were in perfect harmony at last, she thought as
she beckoned him over for a kiss. Outside of Hogwarts, at least. Will
you be truly horrid to me at school, Sev?
You know I’m taking Advanced Potions for my N.E.W.T.’s, she sent as
their lips met.
How could I be
anything else? I expect Albus will have
someone in there watching again, just to make sure I don’t haul you into the
storeroom and bugger you silly.
They went back inside and made love for the rest of the
evening.
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Terror and pain woke Hermione from a sound sleep in her
Potion Master’s arms. She quickly
realized that it was Severus experiencing yet another of his nightmares, and
shook him awake. He jerked awake,
disoriented and screaming. She pulled
him against her firmly, stroking his hair and waiting for his terror to
subside. “It’s okay, Severus… I have you
now. Shhhh…” she whispered to him, and
as his breathing began to stabilize, he started to gather himself to move away
but she held him fast. “Oh, no you don’t. It’s way past time you tell me what’s been
going on. I can’t marry a man who won’t
tell me the truth.” She released him
when he moved again, and he turned to her slowly. She felt his reluctance through the bond, and
sent him reassurance along with all the love she could fit in.
“I don’t….I don’t like to talk about it,” he began, not
wanting to meet her eyes. “It was a long
time ago.”
Then show me, dear
heart. Let me in, and show me what’s
hurting you.
She clasped his hands in hers and sat up to “listen.” He took several deep breaths, then
nodded. She picked up her wand and aimed
it at him. “Legilimens.”
***
The dimmed bedroom dissolved from her sight, and she found
herself in the manor of old, with maids scurrying to complete their tasks of
cleaning and dusting. Looking around,
she saw a tall man with Severus’ nose yelling and shaking his fist at a man who
was retreating through the door hurriedly.
“…and if I find you here begging again, I’ll shoot you myself, or my
name isn’t Tobias Snape!” Tobias turned
and stomped angrily through the doors of a room that Hermione recognized –
Severus had told her that he usually kept it locked, not having any use for the
room. He slammed the door behind him and
Hermione hurried to keep up. Tobias
flung himself into a large chair beside the fire and began to drink from a
large glass decanter of whiskey, lighting a large cigar. She spied another open door, and went through
to see a familiar beautiful dark-haired woman laughing and playing her tiny
black-haired son…Severus. The fact that
she had been a witch was immediately apparent as she lifted a slim wand and
performed a spell on a small stuffed bear, making it rise into the air while
little Severus laughed and clapped excitedly, trying to catch it. Hermione’s heart swelled with love watching
the little boy scamper after the bear.
“Let me try, mummy,” he begged, holding out his hands for
her wand. She smiled at her son and
kissed him, ruffling his hair.
“Okay, just this once.”
She handed it over, and began coaching the boy. “Now, like this: Wingardium Leviosa.” Little
Severus grasped the wand and pointed it at the bear, repeating his mother’s
words and making the motions. It took
him three tries before he did it, but he shrieked in delight when the spell
worked. Before his mother could stop
him, he was running through the door to show his father. “Severus! Severus, no!” she cried in distress, running after him. Hermione went cold – why would she sound so
desperate to keep him from showing his father? Surely she should be proud that
he had mastered a spell. She got her
answer as she walked back out. Tobias
had emptied the decanter and was busily smoking the cigar when he finally
noticed his small son clamoring for attention.
His gaze sharpened as he saw the levitating toy and the wand. “Eileen!” He bellowed, pushing the decanter onto the
floor where it shattered on the hearth like a bomb. In three strides he reached his son and
grasping Severus’ collar, shook him so violently that the little boy’s head
snapped back and forth. “I told you not
to teach your…unnatural…ways to him. He’s
already too much like you as it is,” Tobias yelled in Eileen’s face as she ran
up to stop him.
“Stop it, Tobias, he’s just a little boy! Magic is in his blood,” she managed just
before he cuffed her across the face, knocking her to the floor. Severus began to struggle, wanting to go to
his mother, but Tobias shook him again.
“You’re worthless, the same as your whore of a mother,” he snarled,
and then brought the glowing cigar stump down to grind it out on the small boy’s
shoulder. Severus howled with pain, anguished
tears sliding down his face as he tried to get away from the searing agony –
Tobias pressed harder as he breathed the noxious fumes into his son’s
face. Finally he tossed away the cigar
and, picking Severus up by the back of the neck, hurled him against the
fireplace… the boy tried to break his fall by holding out his hands, and landed
on the smashed remains of the whiskey decanter.
He curled into a ball trying to get the glass out of his hands and
holding his burned, bloody shoulder, sobbing.
He had only wanted to show his father what he could do.
Hermione looked through eyes blurred with tears as Tobias
stalked over to his wife and began to systematically beat her to death. Eileen died trying to crawl to her son without
once defending herself through use of magic.
The scene faded into a montage of Severus as he grew older, being brutally
beaten by his drunken father until she saw the man who would be her fiancé folding
his clothes to leave for Hogwarts, the invitation clutched in a pale hand so
tightly the paper was crushed. A visibly
older Tobias lurched in the room and brandished the whip that he used to beat
his son so often. This time, Severus ran
at him and wrenched the whip away from him.
The whip rose and fell countless times as the eleven-year-old boy beat
his own father while screaming “Never come near me again, d’you hear me? I was too young to do anything when you
killed Mum but when I learn enough magic, I’ll come back and kill you unless
you leave me alone!” The scene dissolved,
and Hermione was left stunned.
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She looked at Severus, who still wouldn’t meet her
eyes. She released his hands and held
them up to the firelight…she could see the faint traceries of old scars on his
palms, and pressed her lips to them. “Oh,
Severus…” she gathered him to her and held him tightly. And you think I wouldn’t love
you because of this? Oh, sweetheart... How you functioned in that environment is
beyond me, but you have been so strong, all your life. Let me be strong for you now. She felt him shaking and stroked him
gently as he began to cry, releasing the anguish he had kept inside for so
long. That’s it, dear heart…let it out, I’m with you. Weep, and be healed – your mother loved you
so much, I know she wants you to be happy.
She cradled him against her until he no longer wept, but fell asleep
with his face pressed against her neck.
She wondered if Dumbledore knew exactly what had happened. He probably did, the devious old man. She settled back into the bedding, wrapping
the sheet around the wizard in her arms and drifting off to sleep.
Late the next morning she kissed Severus tenderly as he
woke, remembering what had happened with a certain amount of chagrin. She sent him a surge of love and reassurance
that calmed him; he was obviously not used to expressing his feelings
freely. They talked of what he had shown
her for a while, and he even began to tell her of his years at Hogwarts,
explaining the rampant animosity between himself, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin,
and the late James Potter that she had witnessed at the Shrieking Shack in her
third year. He seemed more at peace with
himself as he told her all this, and they lay in each other’s arms lazily until
the embrace became more heated. Finally
Severus hauled her out of the bed and they showered together, enjoying their
new closeness.
As they were reluctantly getting dressed, the flames of the
fireplace turned a vivid green, disgorging a shining red feather. The Order was calling. Severus pulled on a black sweater, worn blue
jeans and his heavy black boots, eating as he watched Hermione pick through the
clothing he had brought for her. “Love,
we’re going to Grimmauld Place,
not the ball,” he teased. She stuck out
her tongue at him and finally wriggled into blue jeans, brown hiking boots and
a pink sweater, flopping down into his lap to eat her breakfast quickly.
Running back into the room after brushing her hair, she
grasped his hand as he threw a handful of Floo powder into the fire. They stepped through into Grimmauld Place still hand-in-hand,
drawing a scandalized gasp from Kreacher, who was standing in front of the
fire. The vile house elf went running
into the living room, roaring about wizards taking up with Mudbloods and
ducking the Curse that Severus sent after him.
The portraits began to yowl loudly as they went down the hall and ducked
into the living room where the rest of the Order was assembled. Minerva McGonagall drew her brows into a
disapproving scowl as she saw the two together. Sirius glared at Severus and was about to
speak when Albus cleared his throat, smiling and clapping his hands
together. “Ah, Severus and Hermione! I see that you’re together at last and is
that an engagement ring I see on your finger, Miss Granger?” His eyes twinkled as he saw Severus crossing
his arms over his chest and scowling blackly.
The rest of the Order who hadn’t seen them enter turned in shock at
Dumbledore’s words, not having known about the relationship.
Ron and Harry both began to choke on their scones, and
Sirius looked about to faint. Remus and
Tonks looked as though their eyes would pop out of their heads, and the other
members wore various other signs of astonishment. Hermione noted all this and frowned. “Yes, Severus and I will be married as soon
as I graduate,” she said loudly, stepping closer to her fiancé. She displayed the ring proudly, and Albus
came over to oooh and ahh over it and to wring the Potions Master’s unwilling
hand. Severus was convinced the old coot just wanted to irritate him. Tonks
motioned her over excitedly and with a glance at Severus - Be good, Sev, she sent – she went over to display the ring and
Ginny scooted close to see it.
“I think Miss Weasley’s seen
that ring already,” Severus said pointedly, making Ginny’s face turn crimson
and causing Hermione to get a fit of the giggles and tell him to leave her
friend alone, it hadn’t been her fault.
Dumbledore’s eyes were still twinkling away like mad, making
Severus think that the old wizard knew exactly what they were talking about.
Just then, Molly Weasley and her husband Arthur came into the room and were
updated. “Fantastic, good for you!” she
shrieked and gave the startled Slytherin a bone-bruising hug. “You’ll come to the Burrow for supper then,
won’t you? We’d love to have you and
Hermione over,” she beamed. Arthur came
over to shake his hand in congratulations and drew him off to the side asking
about the Charmed cabinet Severus had promised to help
with.
As Hermione showed off her ring, she noticed that Ron looked
a bit queasy at the news, but Harry smiled at her, motioning to Ron and rolling
his eyes. “So, Ginny…about how much of a
show DID you get?” she began, noting the flush that
was still very much in evidence on her friend’s face. Ginny leaned forward and whispered in her
ear. “Oh, no… so you saw all five times?” she exclaimed a bit too
loudly.
Silence fell over Grimmauld
Place immediately, disturbed only by Professor Severus
Snape’s groan of “Hermione.”
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