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Brewing Glory	By : lilyxsev Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sun was shining in bright through dark red curtains, the faint sound of a morning bird squawking in the distance. Red curtains, birds� That�s when Hermione leaned up in her bed to find herself in the girls dorms of Gryffindor Tower. A pang of confusion hit her and she sat upright, her fists clenching at the sheets. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she stared blankly across the room, the other girls already gone from their beds. Had it all just been a dream? Had she just dreamed that Snape took her away and ravished her? Snape. Ravished. Snape. Not something that would come into mind on any other day.

Hermione hopped out of bed quickly, running into the bathroom and looking into the mirror. Her face was pale and clean, her hair hanging around her shoulders wildly. Her eyes wandered down to look at the night gown she was wearing� The night gown. It was the same night gown she was been wearing in her dream! Or was it a dream? Or was it all real?

�This is not right,� Hermione gasped, clamping a hand to her mouth. All of her thoughts were interrupted when a banging came at the door of the dormitory.

�Hermione!� Harry yelled on the other end, pounding roughly. There was more than just one person knocking and she figured Ron was with him as well.

�Hermione come out!� Ron shouted, trying to turn the door handle open. �We know you�re in there� You�re going to be late for breakfast! I�ll unlock the door if I have to!�

�Just a minute!� Hermione cried, running across the room to her closet and pulling out her cleanest set of robes. She looked to the clock and realized she had slept in late. Hurriedly, she threw on her robes and charmed her hair to stay neatly in place and threw the door open, facing Harry and Ron whose fists stopped in mid-air as the door flung open.

�Hermione,� Harry said, giving her a grin. �What�s with you and sleeping in lately? We�ve been a bit worried.�

�Yeah,� Ron agreed, turning around and heading towards the common room as Hermione shooed them to go down the stairs. He turned his head back to look at her, �We reckoned you�d gone off somewhere when you didn�t come back from your detention last night. Where were you anyway?�

Hermione almost stopped in her tracks, her jaw slacking. She recomposed herself and kept walking, trying not to make herself look obvious. She thought quickly and improvised as she went. She shrugged her shoulders. �Snape had me scrubbing a bunch of really dirty cauldrons; I didn�t get back until late.�

�Git,� Harry mumbled, as they made their way out of the common room and into the corridor.

�Honestly,� Ron scoffed, leading the way down the Great Hall, moving quickly ahead of them. His longer legs allowed him to walk faster than the rest of them and it was irritating Hermione that he always walked so quickly.

Hermione hurried after him, Harry following her. �Ron, could you possibly walk any faster?�

�What?� Ron snapped, stopping in his tracks. �I always walk like this.�

Hermione rolled her eyes and brushed past him, making her way down the Grand Staircase and pushing open the doors to the Great Hall. She was greeted to hundreds of Hogwarts students chatting merrily, everyone smiling as the plates appeared in front of their eyes. Apparently they had made it just on time. The ceiling was enchanted to have large, fluffy white clouds hovering above and little birds chirping as they flew around jubilantly. It made Hermione smile for a brief moment before she made her way to the Gryffindor table, sitting across from Ginny and Neville.

�Hi guys,� Neville said, giving them a quick smile before diving in to eat his food. �I got this really interesting book from Professor Sprout yesterday, she said its one of the last few that are left and that it�s really rare! But anyway, I looked it up��

�Hi Hermione,� Ginny said, speaking over Neville as he continued to go on about the Herbology book he was given. �Harry,� she greeted, nodding to him and her cheeks turning a crimson color as he grinned at her.

Hermione just smiled a little and sat down, a plate immediately showing up in front of her. Actually, it didn�t even look the least bit appetizing. She grabbed for her pumpkin juice and took a sip of it, but her stomach did flip flops and she wrinkled her face in disgust.

�Are you alright, Hermione?� Harry asked, looking concerned.

Hermione shook her head and looked at all of them, who seemed to be staring at her. She didn�t know she made it look as if the drink was that disgusting, but apparently she had. Waving a hand, she pulled off a fake laugh, �No, no. I�m fine, actually. Just not very hungry��

Her voice faded as her eyes darted over carefully to look at the front of the room towards the Staff table. Her eyes landed upon a dark figure that was just now walking in, his long black cloak billowing behind him as his slim figure took a seat in a chair next to Professor McGonagall. Snape�s eyes darted towards her momentarily, but looked away when McGonagall addressed him.

�What are you looking at Hermione?� Ron asked curiously, his mouth full of food.

She turned her head to look over and was about to snap at him before he grinned sheepishly, swallowing a mouthful of food. Hermione just smiled back at him and shrugged. �Just gazing I suppose. I�m not really hungry so I think I�m going to head outside. I�ll catch up with you later when we have class.� She got up from her seat and pushed her plate aside and grabbed her things.

�See you,� Harry and Ron called together.

Hermione quickly made her way outside but was stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Ginny standing there, smiling. Her red hair was cast upon her face as if she had been running after her and her smile was warm and welcoming.

�Can I help you, Ginny?� Hermione asked politely, trying not to come off as rude. She didn�t feel like being bothered at the moment, but for Ginny she supposed she could make a momentary exception.

�Yeah,� Ginny said quietly, letting her hand fall to her side. �You�ve just looked a bit peaky lately. Are you alright?�

Hermione nodded quickly, sooner than she would have liked but she pulled it off with a smile. �I�m fine, Ginny, really. I don�t want every to make a fuss over me. If I was feeling out of the ordinary, I�d tell you guys. I think Harry and Ron are just worried that the curse is returning or something.�

Ginny laughed and nodded in agreement, �Yeah, but Ron�s always paranoid about you so it�s normal. He hasn�t stopped talking about you for weeks.�

Hermione felt her face go hot but she tried not to act on it and shrugged it off. �Yeah�� her eyes darted around, as if trying to look for someone. She looked back to Ginny and smiled politely again before taking a step back. �Well I was headed outside for some fresh air, so I�ll talk to you later.�

�Well... alright,� Ginny said a bit reluctantly. She waved a hand and turned on one foot.

Waving back, Hermione turned on her heel and pushed open the door to the grounds, the cool hair blowing her hair off her neck and making her feel more alive than she had in weeks.
That evening as Hermione sat in the common room with Harry and Ron, snuggled up by the fire, she was feeling contemplative and pensive. The image of Snape that morning had never left her mind, as he walked swiftly up to the table and cast her a glance as if she were any other person in the world. But that was just it; she was just any other person in the world. She didn�t know why things would be any different after what had happened. That is where the conflict within her began. She was frustrated at the fact she always felt so insecure after the things she had done with her Potions Professor, even if at the moment it had felt so right. Hermione had come to the conclusion that the previous night had been real. The thoughts within her head were driving her mad and she felt if she did not clear them out she may explode. Then again, she knew she could not talk about such a thing with Harry or Ron, not even Ginny or any other girl in Gryffindor. No one at all, actually.

She tried to imagine casually telling Ginny that she had shagged Professor Snape.

�By the way, Ginny,� Hermione imagined herself saying, �I shagged Professor Snape last night. It�s awfully exciting, don�t you think?�

The thought made Hermione cringe and she came out of her trace, staring hazily into the fire that crackled peacefully in front of her. The warmth felt good on her cold hands. She could hear Harry and Ron talking silently about Quidditch and paid them no attention. Her mind was no where near Gryffindor Tower at the moment� it resided within the Dungeons.

Suddenly, a burst of life and energy surged within Hermione as she stood to her feet abruptly. Harry and Ron stood at her momentarily, their mouths hanging open at the surprise. Hermione just glared down at them.

�I um, I just forgot something I have to do. I�ll be back in a bit, but don�t wait up for me if I�m not back soon.� With that she turned and made her way to the portrait hole.

�But Hermione�� was all she heard before stepping out of the portrait of the Fat Lady and making her way down the corridor.

It was late in the evening and most of the students were heading back to their common rooms, but she figured she would have enough time to make it down to the dungeons to at least see if Snape was there. She made her way quickly down different flights of stares, ignoring the few stares and glances she got as she made her way down.

She was once again greeted with the familiar dungeon corridor, the damp and cold air surrounding her body, making her shudder. She ignored this and headed down for the Potions classroom. As she finally walked up to the door, she placed a hand upon it nervously before knocking. When no one called her in, she pushed the door open silently to see an empty classroom. Snape was not sitting at the front of the room where he would sometimes mark papers and for a moment Hermione felt disappointed and she could have sworn she felt her heart drop to her knees.

Hermione inched forward slowly, making her way past the desks she had so often sat in during class. Her hand traced along one of the desks as she walked, looking around cautiously. �Professor?� she called out gently, looking around the room. The lights were dimly lit and she could tell her had been here not too long ago. She peeked around to look in his office when a voice made her jump, screeching somewhat loudly. Catching her balance, she turned around to see Snape standing behind her from out of no where.

�Professor�� she gasped.

�Miss Granger,� he said slowly, his neck craning to get a better look at her. �May I help you?�

Hermione�s knees seemed to buckle and she felt like she was going to collapse on the floor as if she were hit by a full Body Bind. Her eyes seemed to scan his entire appareance and she began to tremble. But he was not frightening. In fact, he looked rather peaceful. �Yes sir I was just�� she took a large breath and spoke quickly, �wonderingifmaybeicouldtalktyou?�

Snape quirked an eyebrow, folding his arms slowly as he lip curled in slight disgust. �I am not fluent in babble talk, Miss Granger, so what exactly is it that you are trying to say?�

She took another deep breath and spoke slowly. �I was just wondering if maybe I could talk to you for a moment.� She clenched her eyes shut for a quick second as if she were afraid he might strike her.

Snape�s lip twitched into a small smirk as he shifted his weight, making his way over to his desk. He flicked his wand and a small chair appeared on the opposite side of his desk. He took a seat in his own chair, leaning back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. She had not moved as he made his way to his desk and she now stood on the other side of the room. He lifted an arm to gesture towards the chair. �Take a seat, Miss Granger.�

Hermione took small steps towards the chair, taking her time before she reached it and fumbled to sit down, her eye contact with the Professor still intact. She grazed her eyes over his appearance and he looked calm, his features smooth and his usually scowling face was now at rest.

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms once more before his eyes moved silently over her features. She could tell that he was thinking of the right words to say. �What is it you wish to speak to me about?�

Hermione cleared her throat and leaned forward a little, pushing her chair closer to the desk. �Sir, I�� she looked at him in the eye and found that using eye contact was no longer working successfully. She darted her eyes across to the jars of dead frogs that were behind him, just above his head. She bit her lip, �Sir, I was just wondering� I�� she looked down at the desk and just noticed that a large cauldron was bubbling on the other side of his desk and she stared at it, becoming curious. �May I ask what that is?� she asked carefully, pointing a finger towards the cauldron.

Snape looked away from her and eyed in and leaned forward in his chair. �That is a potion I�ve been working on for quite some time now. Roughly around the time after your curse was successfully healed.�

She looked at him now, his face concentrated on the cauldron that sat on his desk. He looked back to her, his brow furrowed. She licked her lips, �It isn�t more Felix Felicis is it?�

He shook his head, standing up slowly to inspect it more carefully, his long slender fingers dragging along the edge of the desk as he walked. He stared down at the potion then back up to her. �It is one of the potions I have created myself. A tactful potion that I had tried to create when I was a boy, and only recently have I found the time to actually penetrate my mind to the task and so far�� his lip curled.

�It hasn�t turned out quite like you wanted it to?� Hermione asked quietly, looking up at him.

Snape simply gave her a curt nod before moving around to sit back in his seat. �There is something I�m missing, something I haven�t quite put my finger on,� he looked around the room before his eyes landed on Hermione and they suddenly narrowed.

�What?� Hermione blurted out, her face flushing into a bright pink. �Have I got something on my face?� She lifted a hand to her cheek and he scoffed.

�No, no, you silly girl,� he said with a small snort, turning his head to look away from her, shaking his head.

�Then what?� Hermione stared at him and he simply stared towards the cauldron, not answering her. She decided to let it go and changed the subject. �What is it this potion is designed to do exactly?�

Snape continued to look at the cauldron, his body glued to the chair. He did not move except for the small rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Hermione realized that she was becoming all too familiar with his body language and she knew that he was thinking. He turned then, facing her completely and leaned forward, his dark hair falling over his face. �It is a complicated potion, Miss Granger. Although I do not usually explain my personal work with students such as yourself, I suppose I could let it slide, just this one time,� he looked at her, his eyes narrowing again and he smirked slightly, standing up and going over to his cabinet. He moved through the contents of the cabinet before taking out a few jars and setting them on the desk. Snape looked to Hermione who watched him intently and he jerked his head towards the cabinets on the other side of the room. �Grab some bicorn for me if you could, Miss Granger.�

Hermione stared at him in disbelief, her jaw slacking. Her whole body seemed to go numb at his request. Was he asking her to help him with one of his personal projects?

�Well,� Snape drawled, his eyebrow rising as he began to open a jar.

�Oh, right,� Hermione said hastily, before getting up and going over to the cabinets to fetch the bicorn. When she found it, she went to his side and stared down at the cauldron before looking up to him when she felt his eyes on her.

�We begin, Miss Granger. I trust you will do everything I request of you and you will do it exactly as I requested it. You will not do anything unless I say you can, is this clear?� He stated firmly.

Hermione nodded. She actually kind of liked how demanding he was. She smiled to herself as they began. She didn�t know how long they worked, but they worked for a rather long time and it seemed to fly on by. He would ask her to stir, to grab ingredients, and while they waited a few times for the potion to sit and brew, they would talk quietly about the potion and what they would need to do next. She felt strangely comfortable around him and it reminded her greatly of the nights they would spend when she lived with him. A warm feeling wrapped itself in her chest and she smiled as she stirred the potion. She was snapped out of her thoughts when he spoke.

�What are you smiling about?� He asked quietly, his low tone becoming very comforting and heart-warming. He almost sounded angelic, the way he spoke so gently. It wasn�t the spitting and the snapping he usually did when he was angry. It was a calm, normal voice that made her smile.

Hermione shook her head slowly and took a seat across from him again as he marked a few of his essays. �I just�� she stared above his head again before she looked straight to his eyes, becoming more courageous. �It reminds me of the nights we used to spend together before you had to leave.�

Snape�s hand stopped abruptly and he simply gazed at her, his body still before he placed his quill back into the ink bottle. He folded his hands and examined her face. She was still as beautiful as ever and he knew that. If only he could have her as he did before� His eyes darted to the side of the room. �Yes, it is quite similar, isn�t it?�

Hermione clenched her eyes shut, all the events of him and her being together flooded into her mind and she snapped her eyes open again. �You did do it last night, didn�t you? Why? Why did you do it?�

His eyes immediately snapped back to hers. He watched as she stared at him bravely, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily. Bloody Gryffindors and their stubborn courage, she really did have the nerve, didn�t she? His lip twitched and he found himself snapping at her, his dripping with sarcasm, �Oh just because I wanted to, Hermione. I�ve always wanted to fuck my know-it-all students just because I can. It�s nothing I ever truly wanted,� he snarled.

Hermione stared at him at him, her heart clenching with bitterness. All in one moment she wanted to scream at him and cry, but she clenched her fists and remained strong. �Fine, you already told me why, but how am I supposed to really believe you? It�s not every day I go off and sleep with my Potions Professor��

�ENOUGH!� Snape roared, his face red with anger. She had never seen him so livid except for the night when he was summoned. Even now that seemed like nothing compared to how he looked now. His face scrunched up and red as if he was about to explode, and his usually pale slender hands were clenched into huge balls of fury.

Hermione simply stared at him before gradually easing her head down into her hands to cradle herself. She hid her face with her hair and began to sob, trying her best not to let it show. She sat there stiffly in order avoid shaking her body from the sobs. She could feel his eyes staring at her and knew she could not hide it, so she turned her head up to look into his dark eyes and the image of him holding her as she cried flashed before her eyes. In that moment, the memory became reality as they stood at the same time and she flung herself at him, his arms embracing her gently.

His body was warm as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled the same as he did the night in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. She leaned her head up to look into the eyes of the man she felt so comfortable around. The man who had once been a man she simply respected, but now strangely cared for. The man who made her feel like she was truly at home, that all the knowledge she had was worthy of something true.

�Hermione,� he breathed, lifting a hand to wipe a tear from her eye. In that moment, his eyes flashed with emotion, an emotion Hermione had never seen before. Snape leaned in and kissed her hard, their tongues crashing together as if it were they only thing they knew.

Only a few minutes later they had made their way into Snapes bedroom, their naked bodies pressed together as they came together as one, Hermione screaming his given name out for the world to hear.

A/N: I am suddenly so flooded with great ideas and I'm actually happy with this chapter, the last two I didn't really like that much. But it does not end here so PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!

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