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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you all for being patient with me! That paper last week kicked my lily white ass. I appreciate those who are sticking around to see where this goes! I hope this chapter was worth your wait. I already have Chapter Ten part way done, but wanted to take a few more edit session with nine before I posted it.
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Chapter Nine
Snape stood over the toilet, one hand resting on the shelf above while the other aimed. He was looking up at the stone ceiling, the floor was freezing under his long, slender feet. His mind was discombobulated. For a man who was used to being in control, it was unusual for him to be in the situation he was currently living. His nineteen-year-old student wanted to have a relationship with him. That's what he gathered from their talk. It didn't seem like she just wanted sex; she had mentioned his intellect and that she looked forward to their conversations. She told him she liked being in the same room with him. She was attracted to him – and she had to be – no one goes through that much trouble and potential embarrassment to tell someone they just want to fuck. All this coupled with the more than mind blowing coupling they had just experienced – twice – made for the start of a pretty promising relationship…right? He shook his cock of residual drops, flushed, and moved to wash his hands in the sink.
He let the water continue to run long after he finished drying his hands. They would obviously have to keep this between themselves, but with the required connection of his mentoring and their extra potion lessons, they could easily see each other secretly through the end of the school year. Or until she gets sick of me – because really that was more likely. It never even crossed his mind that he would end it before she did. That seemed unlikely. She was attractive (beautiful, really, in a wood sprite kind of way), intelligent, kind, compassionate, vexing, fascinating, sexy (in a natural, unexperienced sense), and the list continued. Not that he'd share these thoughts with her, he just didn't think she really fancied him the way she thought she did. It was most likely just a school girl infatuation she would outgrow. But did that mean he couldn't enjoy himself for however long it lasted? He snorted. Fuck no.
He sighed and turned the sink off. Upon entering his bedchamber, he found her dozing on the bed on her stomach. A pillow cushioned her head, obscuring half her face, but what he could see was a soft smile on her petal lips and long, dark lashes laying against creamy, freckled skin. She looked so…young. You idiot, she is young. A child, really.
In the aftermath of their romp, her hair had become the unruly bushy mess of curls he remembered of her early adolescents when she was all gangly and awkward, and it made him feel protective of her, which made him feel uncomfortable. He pushed the thought away while taking in the sleek curve of her shoulders and the trail of beauty marks across one crest of a blade. He could see a hint of her bosom beneath her rib cage. She wasn't a tiny girl, but she was slender and feminine and soft. He liked that she didn't feel fragile under his fingers the way some women could. The emerald green top sheet was wrapped over her bum and waist, obscuring the jut of her hip and the padding of her buttock, but one sleek limb was out, curled into the other hidden beneath the bedding. Her toes were painted a shimmering silver and for some reason he found that completely adorable.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and then reopened them, almost astounded to find her still there, her back raising and lowering with deep, even breaths. He took a seat by the fire to just watch her, trying to talk himself out of this situation. Trying to let his morals win out over his attraction and fascination with her. He would go to McGonagall, make up an excuse as to why he couldn't be her advisor. Tell the girl this was a mistake. That they couldn't continue like this. That he should have controlled the situation better. He wouldn't apologize, that would be demeaning and cruel. She had wanted it as much as he had. He continued to watch her, his eyes drifting over her slender back resting on each nub of vertebrae he could see dimpling her spine. She shifted slightly and rolled to her side, muttering something softly under her breath. He froze, thinking she was awake, but she settled back in. Only now he had a much more tantalizing view. He could see the top of the dark curls at her pubic bone and one soft nipple of her breast. He felt himself stir and glanced down in his lap in astonishment. He shook his head in attempt to clear his mind. He knew in that moment he would not be ending this…whatever "this" was.
He rose and silently padded around the bed, slipping in behind her. He encircled one arm around her, pulling the girl back into him. Unbelievably to him, he was definitely growing hard again. He wasn't about to let it go to waste. Not with a warm, willing witch in his bed.
Lizzie watched Hermione carefully at the breakfast table the next morning between tidbits of conversation with Ron and Harry and Ginny (well mostly Ron, as Harry and Ginny seemed extra wrapped up in each other that morning). The girl seemed to have a permanent smile glued on her face and a very dreamy look in her eye. She seemed…different. Lizzie was sure something had happened with Snape last night. Her suspicions were confirmed when she caught the brunette gazing up at the staff table underneath lowered eyelashes.
Lizzie "accidently" dropped her spoon so she had a reason to look over her shoulder and caught Snape looking back at Hermione. She dropped the spoon for real a second time at the undiluted carnality of that gaze. Holy shit, something did happen! She sat up straight and stared daggers into her friend until Hermione realized she was looking at her. When she did, she sat up straight and had the grace to look abashed. "Can I pop by your room after Hufflepuff tryouts?" Lizzie questioned, the underlying intent obvious to Hermione, who swallowed imperceptibly.
"Yes, of course. I thought we could go over that History of Magic essay due next week together, anyway. I'd like to know what you learned about the Battle of the Rocky Mountain Giants in 1492 at Ilvermorny."
The finesse of which Hermione covered their get together only made Lizzie more suspicious, but Ron had stood and pulled a bag onto his shoulders. Then he offered a hand to her. "We should go!" He smiled kindly at her and Lizzie looked up with a grin of her own. She was looking forward to this date with Ron.
"Yes!" she replied, but did not miss the opportunity to give Hermione a pointed look. "I'll see you after try outs," she said firmly. Hermione only nodded, that dreamy, faraway expression crossing her face again.
Lizzie turned her full attention to Ron as they made their way out of the Grand Hall. They made pleasant exchanges about their evenings, carefully avoiding the subject of her date with Draco. They quickly got around to the topic of their relations and both enjoyed discussing their big families. As they walked out onto the sunlit grounds, they fired questions back and forth asking how it felt to be the oldest and (almost) youngest of such a large group. For Lizzie the responsibility was crushing, for Ron the expectations were overwhelming. After fifteen minutes or so of strolling hand in hand, exchanging familial war stories, and laughing hysterically at each other, Ron pulled up short.
To Lizzie it felt like they were in the middle of nowhere, of course she could see the castle, but there were no people around. The Black Lake sparkled far off to her left. "What are we doing here?"
"This." Ron said excitedly, pulling the bag off his back. He opened it with a flick of his wand and yards of string started to pour out of the bag. Another quick incantation and a large, nylon owl flew out of the bag and soared into the sky. Ron caught the string and, after pocketing his wand, he let it trail through his fingers while digging into the bag and catching a spool.
"A kite!" Lizzie glowed at Ron with appreciation, and he gave her a goofy grin. "I love it!"
"I borrowed it from Seamus." He pulled his wand out again and flicked it at the bag from which a large blanket flew and fluttered itself perfectly on the ground along with a picnic basket that held fresh fruit, cheese, crackers, and a flask of pumpkin juice. "I thought we could fly the kite for a bit and then have a snack."
Lizzie almost didn't know what to say. She was overwhelmed at the gesture. She would have been happy just to wander around the grounds chattering. "I'd like that." She gave him an answering smile and he held the spool out to her. The owl above was twisting and dive bombing of its own accord. "What do I have to do?"
"Just don't let it go, nudge the string if you want him to go one way or another." He shrugged, looking very pleased with himself. "Otherwise he kinda just does his own thing, but it's fun to watch."
He was fun to watch, and after a half hour of tossing the spool back and forth and watching the bird soar around the sky, they decided to have a seat and rest for a bit. Ron magicked the kite back into the bag and they settled onto the blanket, sitting close together.
Ron poured her a glass of pumpkin juice. She took it with thanks and took a swig. He filled a cup of his own and spread out the light snack. They picked up their family conversation right where they left off. Ron told her about his older brothers. Bill was a Gringotts curse breaker, Charlie a dragon trainer in Romania. He slid over Percy with a statement of "works doing boring stuff at the ministry." When he got to George and Fred, he paused for a moment and she was startled to see mixed emotions in his eyes.
"My brother's own the joke shop in Diagon Alley – Weasely's Wizard Wheezes."
"Oh! I know that store! It's incredible!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"Yeah, it is." Ron nodded, a faraway look crossed his face. "My brother Fred died in the war – one of the twins," he said after a long pause. Lizzie gasped and covered his hand with her own, squeezing his fingers tight.
"I'm so sorry, Ron," she whispered, her eyes prickled with unshed tears for his pain.
The redhead swallowed hard and met her eye briefly before turning away, his cheeks going a bit pink. "It's just taking some getting used to." He was trying to shrug it off. Lizzie squeezed his hand again.
"It will never truly go away," she murmured. "I'm sorry your family had to go through that, I couldn't even begin to imagine. The closest death I've had in my family was my Meme when I was twelve. I don't think children grieve the same way adults do, so I don't feel it can compare."
"I loved my brother, and I miss him," Ron sighed. "I don't feel my grief compares to George's though, or my mum and dad’s. I mean, losing a twin – losing a son…so much worse, right?"
"Not worse." Lizzie scooted closer to him, aligning her hip to snug against his own. He relaxed into her touch like it was a balm for his open wounds. "Just different. Tell me about Fred."
Ron was surprised that talking about his big brother helped ease some of the stiffness and pain in his chest. As the stories flowed, so did their laughter at Fred and George's countless antics and shenanigans.

Over an hour later, they found themselves on their backs, as close to each other as they could get without laying on top of one another, both laughing with tears pouring down their cheeks. Between stories and laughter, they had munched on the picnic food which was now mostly gone. Their conversation was easy and fun; the bantering light and teasing. She was enjoying herself immensely. She didn't see it coming, though, when he rolled onto his elbow at her side and stared at her while she talked about the baby sister she had always wanted and didn't get until she was almost sixteen. How her little sister felt more like a daughter to her. She realized that he was staring at her with a bit of an awed expression and was about to ask him to close his mouth because his expression was reminding her of a stunned garden gnome, when he leaned over and planted a kiss right on her mouth.
Lizzie's eyes flew open wide in shock. She wasn't used to anyone sneaking something like this up on her. His mouth was firm, but gentle. His eyes were closed. She let her eyes close and kissed him back tenderly. He brushed his mouth against hers a few more times softly before running his tongue gently over the seam of her mouth, asking for access. She kissed him back chastely and pulled away with a small grin at his look of disappointment. "I'm having a great time, Ron." She assured him, brushing a lock of ginger hair out of his eyes.
He returned her smile hesitantly. "Me, too," he murmured and leaned to brush his lips to hers once more. This time he kept the kiss chaste, which relieved Lizzie of the burden of having to control the situation and she was able to just enjoy his lips on hers. He pulled back after a few moments and grinned at her, she laughed and pushed him away teasingly. He rolled into a tall kneel and helped her sit up. "We should head back," he said softly. "I know you have to get changed for your tryout and it's almost lunch time."
Lizzie nodded in response. "I really did have a great time, Ron. You British wizards are awfully inventive with your dates being we're stuck on campus in the middle of nowhere." She mentally berated herself for the comment when his smile slipped a bit. Stupid! Poor guy doesn't need reminding I had another date last night! She reached out and brushed his shoulder. "I'd like to do this again. Real soon!"
This pulled his grin back into place and Lizzie relaxed. He was a good-looking guy. He didn't have Draco's beauty, but he was sweet and endearing. He had a face she could look at for years and not grow bored; it was expressive and full of humor. Oh, he had made her laugh – her sides ached with it. She helped him clean everything up and pack away their supplies in his magically expanded bag. They walked hand in hand back to the castle and parted at the bottom of the grand stairwell with one last, innocent kiss. Neither noticed the platinum blond head who eyes were boring holes into Ron's back.
Lizzie sat with her Hufflepuff friends at lunch that afternoon, needing to distance herself from Ron and Hermione so she could concentrate on the task at hand. She loved Quidditch more than any other sport on the planet and she'd be damned if she didn't get on the team in one way or another. The Hufflepuff Quidditch captain was a boy she hadn't had a chance to talk with much yet name Zacharias Smith, all though Genny told her he was a right old git. She sighed and pushed her plate away, her nerves were starting to get the best of her.
When lunch was done, she made her way out onto the pitch to find about two dozen students trying out for the team. She donned her leathers as Smith explained he would be starting tryouts with having them all demonstrate their flying skills. Confident in hers, Lizzie dove and twisted and zoomed through the air, utilizing the whole of the pitch to show off to her ability. After the flying tryout, almost half the hopefuls were cut. Many of them left grumbling while a few younger students sat on the far side of the pitch to watch the rest of the tryout.
It was at this point Lizzie realized she had fans. Harry, Ron, and Ginny waved at her from one of the stands, she smiled and waved back. As she was doing so, she caught sight of silver hair a few stands down. Draco was leaning against the bottom of the stand the Gryffindor's were in, arms crossed. Watching her with raised eyebrows. She felt her heart thrum and a blush creep into her cheeks. She grinned coyly at him and raised her hand to answer Smith's question of who would be trying out for Seeker, giving her attention back to her would be captain.
She and one other girl watched their captain expectantly, but Smith looked Lizzie up and down a little too eagerly. "You're a great build for Seeker!" He told her appreciatively. "Have you played on a team before?"
"Yes," she answered, pointedly telling him with her expression she was unimpressed with the lewd way he was checking her out. "I was a Chaser on the Horned Serpent team at Ilvermorny."
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Not Seeker?"
"No, I started there when I was fifteen and they had an established Seeker," she answered him regretfully. "They didn't even try out the position. I would have been better. We lost the season because of that Seeker." She knew she was boasting, but didn't care. She wanted this spot. "I knew I'd be leaving mid-sixth-year, so they refused to allow me to play Seeker because they wanted to keep their current one in top form." A few fellows gave her sidelong glances while flicking their gazes between her and Smith and the other Seeker-hopeful, who was giving Lizzie the stink eye.
He nodded. Impressed with her boldness. "Our last Seeker graduated year before last and last year's Quidditch teams were a joke under the circumstances. All right then." He shrugged and pulled the snitch out of the box. "Let's see what you got." Before he even let it go, she was on her broom.
She caught the damn thing thirty seconds after he released it and heard a wolf-whistle from the stands. Ginny, she thought with a grin. "I'll give it a head start this time, no?" She winked at Smith, who was staring at her open-mouthed.
She watched the snitch flit around the field until it disappeared and then kicked high above the stands to start searching for it. She caught sight of a flick of gold after only about four minutes and dived it. It was a tricky snitch and twinkled out of sight until she saw it back by the stand where her friends and Draco were. She grinned at it menacingly and pummeled ahead. She flew straight to the bleachers before diving and snaring the snitch out of the air about three feet above Draco's head. She did not miss the heated look he gave her as she pulled out of the dive with the snitch held high in her right hand. The Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's were cheering and grinning at her. The other student who had been interested in trying out for Seeker was telling Smith she'd prefer to try out for Chaser as Lizzie landed.
They wound up playing two short scrimmages while Smith watched from the ground calling out suggestions and plays he wanted to see. She caught the snitch six more time to tremulous cat calls and screaming from her friends. An hour later he was announcing the team. "Herbert Fleet – Keeper, Samantha Ricket – Beater, Maxine O'Flaherty – Beater, Sam Summers – Chaser, I'll be the last Chaser, and Lizzie Williams – you're our new Seeker." There was muttering from some of the Hufflepuff's who didn't make the cut, but mostly happy, celebratory sounds from those who did.
After the first practice was settled on, Lizzie fell in with her new teammates and started back towards the castle. She enjoyed their chattered excitement over her abilities for a few moments. Then, giving thanks and praising them as well, she purposely let herself fall behind. She wanted to be alone for a bit and reflect on the tryout. She knew her Gryffindor friends had left before the roster was settled. She remembered Ron telling her he and Harry had an Astronomy assignment due Monday and that they wanted to get it out of the way so they could relax on Sunday. She hadn't seen Draco near the end of tryouts and figured he'd gotten bored and went back to the castle.
Which is why he was able to startle her when he fell into step beside her a couple of minutes later. "Merlin, Draco!" She stopped short, covering her now racing heart with one hand. "Announce yourself next time!"
He snorted and shook his head. "No, your reaction was much more fun."
She let out a short laugh and swatted at his shoulder. "Did you hear the announcement of the team?" she inquired, giving him an excited smile.
"I didn't, but I can't imagine anyone else got Seeker." He cocked his head at her, raising an eyebrow.
"You're right, no one did," she boasted, eyes sparkling with excitement. He nodded, unsurprised.
"I never thought we'd have to watch out for the Hufflepuff team," he grimaced. "But you're going to level the playing field a bit." The admission pleased her.
"You'd better watch yourself, Malfoy," she sneered with a laugh. "I'm gonna fly circles around you. You won't catch the snitch playing Hufflepuff this year," she promised, winking.
The fire in her eyes and the way her teasing voice laced around him made the blood rush in his ears and he invaded her personal space physically. He wrapped his fingers around her hips and pulled her into him. She gasped at the contact and looked up at him as the electricity of his touch sizzled through her body. His eyes glinted like hot steel as his lips crashed down on hers. She felt the broom slip out of her fingers as all her careful inhibitions evaporated. One of his hands came up to grasp her chin and hold her in place while the other arm slid around her tiny waist, dragging her even closer as his tongue delved past her lips, set on exploring her mouth. She gave a startled whimper and opened like a flower without even thinking twice. Her body pressed tightly to his of its own accord. She matched the slide of his hot, wet tongue with her own, her arms winding around his shoulders while her fingers tangled in the satiny hair at the nape of his neck. She didn't know if it was seconds, or minutes, but he was sucking her lower lip and then pulling away too soon.
"That is how I should have kissed you good night last night," he told her as he released her, relishing her dazed expression and heaving breasts. "I'm not even going to give you a chance to think about Weasley. I will be the only wizard on your mind."
With those words, she watched him back away, face brimming with smug, confident beauty. She stayed still until his back was turned to her, and slowly pressed trembling fingers to her lips.
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