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Interesting	By : EvaBrick Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When Hermione woke up the next morning, she could still smell her potions master. His scent was everywhere in her apartment… except her bedroom. In a strange way, Hermione felt relieved that he hadn’t pressured her like Ron so often had. She sighed and traced her lips as she remembered his tender goodnight kiss. Severus had seemed content with her company and conversation… and some stolen kisses.

“Good-morning, Missy Granger!” Dobby cried as he burst into her room. He yanked the curtains open to flood the place with warm sunlight and then he bounced up onto her bed to show her the silver medal he’s won playing darts. It was almost as big as his head.

“Congratulations, Dobby!” Hermione trilled. “I’m so proud of you! You’ll have to put it on the mantelpiece!”

Dobby blushed and grinned. “Next time, Dobby gets first place,” he said. “You knows Dobby’s friend Squinty?”

“The creepy wizard with the bug-eyes?” Hermione shuddered.

“Yes!” Dobby nodded his head enthusiastically. He thought very highly of Squinty McGee. “Squinty had to buy Dobby a butterbeer because he bets that Madame Hooch come in first, but she come in fourth!

“Madame Hooch plays darts?” Hermione asked. She wondered if Severus knew.

“Oh yes,” Dobby said. “Every Friday. You gets up now and Dobby tells you more downstairs. It nearly time to open shop!” The kettle whistled and he leaped off the bed to make their breakfast.

Hermione flopped back on her pillow and wished she could lie in bed for a bit longer to think about Severus and his deadly voice. They’d kissed and talked for hours until he’d had to get back to the school for his rounds.

She moaned in frustration and rolled out of bed. She didn’t even know when he’d be able to visit the shop again.

*****

Hermione frowned at her potions notes. “It just says to add one frog,” she complained to Dobby, who was stirring potions on the other side of the work bench. “What does that mean? A dead frog? A live frog? Frog powder? Do I have to skin it? And what size frog - large or small?

“Does we even has live frogs?” Dobby asked. He and Hermione turned to look at the huge jar of dead frogs that they’d pickled in the fall. Their boggly eyes held no answers.

“Shit,” Hermione muttered. “I’ll have to send him an owl.”

*****

Severus had just taken ten house points from a Ravenclaw who wouldn’t stop talking in class when an owl flew in through a window and landed on his desk. He took the letter from the bird and read it through quickly as his students worked.

Dear Severus,

I’m working on the arthriticum jointaris potion and I’m stuck on the bit about the frog. Please define “add one frog.”

~Hermione

P.S. A customer has asked about a potion for bladder infections. I’ve been digging through the books I have here, but haven’t found anything useful.

P.P.S. I enjoyed your company last night.

Severus tucked the letter in his pocket and pulled out a fresh piece of paper. “Eyes on your own work, Mulligan!” he snapped, without looking up.

Dear Hermione,

Your master’s exam will be rife with poor instructions and badly-phrased questions. You’ve now come to the point in your training where “art” becomes entwined with “science” and you’ll have to start thinking about the properties of the ingredients and potion as a whole before you begin. I like to think of each ingredient as a colour that I add to my potion to create a liquid painting. I suggest you do the same.

What would happen to your potion if you added a large, ground frog as opposed to a small, skinned one? Mull it over, Miss Granger.

~Severus

P.S. If you haven’t melted your fingers off and if you aren’t too angry with me for being completely and deliberately unhelpful, then perhaps you would like to accompany me for dinner tonight at the castle.

He set down his quill and started to fold the page when he decided to add another line.

P.P.S. I hope you’re wearing your goggles for this potion. Remind me to show you my memory of the time I had to regrow my left eye.

*****

Hermione kicked the slush from her boots as she walked along the stone path that led through the big gates outside of Hogwarts. It had been a chilly walk from Hogsmeade, but there was no denying the puddles of melted snow - spring was coming. Her breath came out in cloudy puffs as she looked up at the moon. She couldn’t wait until the days got long again… she missed the sun.

She raise a gloved hand to knock at the doors, but one swung open a few feet to let her in. The large entry hall was warm and glowed with flickering candlelight. As she pulled off her gloves, she remembered the first night that Snape had brought her here. She missed Harry and Ginny… even Ron… why had they frozen her out like that after everything they’d been through?

“Good-evening, Miss Granger,” Snape said as he descended the staircase to meet her. For a moment she was surprised at the use of her last name, but then she remembered that the teachers were supposed to remain very formal in front of the students.

“Good-evening, Master Snape,” she replied, as she lowered her hood.

“I take it that you still have all your fingers?” he asked.

Hermione held up her hands to show him that she did. “I had a couple of close calls,” she said, “but I’m alright.”

Snape took her hand and opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when they heard students’ voices in the hall. He let her fingers slip from his and motioned for her to walk with him.

“What do you mean by close calls?” he asked. His face kept its usual hard look, but Hermione heard the concern in his voice.

“Er, I might have melted a cauldron or two,” she said, carefully. “And I sort of burned a hole right through the workbench,” she added in a mumble.

“Is that all?” Snape chuckled. “Caudrons and tables are easy to replace. Limbs are somewhat harder, although not impossible. Can Dobby repair the bench?”

“He’s working on it now,” Hermione said. “The cauldrons are ruined though.”

“I’ll send you back with some extra money to buy some new ones,” Snape said.

They walked by the hallway that led to the dungeons and Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Are we eating in the great hall?” she asked.

Snape nodded. “Unfortunately, I have dinner-duty this month.” He watched as his apprentice swallowed nervously. “You’re not getting shy are you, Miss Granger?” he asked. “You’ve eaten in the hall a thousand times.”

“No, I’m not nervous,” Hermione said. “But if I’d known we’d be sitting in front of the whole school, I would have worn a more appropriate outfit.” She pulled off her cloak to reveal a very tight, black lace top that she’d paired with her favourite black pencil skirt. With her pinned up hair and boots, she looked like a dark witch… a sexy dark witch.

Something flickered in Snape’s eyes and he didn’t speak for a moment. His hand flicked sharply and he whispered a silencing charm. “That’s not your usual style, Miss Granger,” he said thickly.

“I know,” she replied. She could feel a blush spreading across her cheeks. “But I thought you might like it.”

“I do,” he said. “In fact, it’s going to be torture trying to get through dinner.” He chuckled as her cheeks got redder. “There aren’t many witches who can dress like that and still have the innocence to blush,” he said. “You’re a beautiful woman, Hermione.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “No one’s ever said that before.”

“That doesn’t mean that no one was thinking it,” Snape said before he cancelled the silencing charm.
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