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: Well, who was it
who said “You can’t please everybody all the time?” I forget….
btw, There is mention of a certain someone later on in the
story, but I DO NOT own this “person” and wouldn’t ever claim to…if AncientGirl
is reading this, she’ll know exactly what I mean ;)
Anyhoo, our Sev is back to doing what he does best… (get
your minds from the gutter! I meant being a bully…sheeeez!
Though he does get some – look at the title of the chapter)
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Another school year began at Hogwarts, and the teachers as
well as staff had their hands full with rambunctious students working off the
last of their summer holiday “energy.”
That is what Albus Dumbledore called it, at least. Argus Filch was convinced that they were a
bunch of malingering little idiots who should have been drowned at birth. Professor Severus Snape, however, was back in
his element – it seemed to the returning students that every third word out of
his mouth was “detention.” He had scared
the bejesus out of all the first years and a tiny Hufflepuff was sent to Madam
Pomfrey after being frightened into hysterics on his second day, a new record
for the Potions Master. It usually took
at least three.
After meeting with Dumbledore to assure that the Headmaster
would not announce to all and sundry that the Head of Slytherin was engaged to
a Gryffindor seventh year, Severus felt a little more at ease. He was still unsure how he would handle the
betrothal becoming public knowledge, for he had to inform Voldemort of it
first. He was counting on being summoned
at the end of the month; then he would tell the Dark Lord that he was
attempting to “secure” Hermione Granger for their side, and turn her from the
Light. He hoped the lie would work. He had also managed to get Albus to break off
the surveillance of him and his witch, citing that they had behaved themselves
for two years and they could handle one more without another staff member
breathing down their necks. Minerva
McGonagall was still severely disappointed in Hermione for her choice of mate,
and told Severus as much whenever the opportunity presented itself…which was
about three times per day. In
retaliation he managed to shave off as many points from her coddled group of
Gryffindors as possible. Little beasts.
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Ron Weasley had elevated himself as the primary target
during Potions, much to Neville’s relief…Ron had been heard claiming that he
had never had so many detentions in his life.
He was nailed for myriad infractions such as chewing gum (even when he
wasn’t), thinking too loudly, excessive head scratching, bottom wiggling (Snape
informed the entire class that if hemorrhoids were a problem, they should be
taken care of before class), rumpled robes, and looking stupid. Hermione greeted each new pronouncement with
coughing and vigorous throat-clearing to hide laughter at Ron’s pole-axed
expression. At least she did before
Severus began deducting points from her for “causing a ruckus.” On one memorable occasion in Double Potions
with the Slytherins, Hermione was caught reading a magazine with Lavender
Brown.
* * *
Lavender Brown had begun dating Ron near the end of summer,
and as school started up again, the much-put-upon Weasley had let slip the
details of Hermione and Professor Snape’s relationship. She had been sworn to secrecy by a furious
Hermione and now contented herself with asking her friend all about her
fiancé. They were in Double Potions
sitting together, and Lavender had smuggled in a copy of Bewitching Brides so Hermione could start picking out dresses. Professor Snape was telling them about aging
potions, so Hermione tuned him out and flipped through the glossy magazine with
the models winking and tossing their bouquets energetically. As she turned the page and looked at one
picture of a bizarrely beaded dress with countless ruffles of lace on the
skirts, a pale hand suddenly came down upon the page with such force, the desk
shook from the impact. Lavender and
Hermione jumped nearly a foot in the air as they saw Snape in front of them,
pinning down the magazines – Lavender had been sneaking a peek at the latest
issue of Playwitch.
“What have we here?” he asked in a deceptively quiet voice,
lifting them up to display the covers to the entire classroom. “Well, well… I am sorry my teaching has gotten in the way of your reading the
latest exploits of Lord Orion Shagswell, Miss
Brown. And Miss Granger…I realize that your mind is upon your upcoming nuptials”
the Slytherins let loose a gale of laughter as he displayed Bewitching Brides to them “but what on
earth were you looking at in here..? My, my… if your unfortunate intended saw this coming at him from down the aisle,
he might just leave you at the altar.”
The whole classes laughed this time, as he held open the magazine to
show them the hideous beaded and ruffled dress. Hermione’s face was bright red
as her “intended” looked down at her and announced that maybe with the loss of
10 points from Gryffindor, she might confine her casual reading to her common
room. “Perhaps you would care to pay
attention from now on?” She nodded quickly, eyes fixed on the desk.
* * *
With Voldemort still “on the loose,” as Professor Sprout
termed it, security at Hogwarts was tighter than ever and when it came time for
the first Hogsmeade visit, the Headmaster announced that they would have to be
accompanied by a teacher should they wish to go into the village. As the visits were always on weekends and
there were no classes, each student had to sign up on a list which would then
be given to whichever teachers had been blackmailed into accompanying the
students. On one occasion, it fell to
Professors Vector, Flitwick and Snape to take them – Hermione, though still
slightly miffed at her set-down at Snape’s hands, was very anxious to go when
she found out who their chaperones were to be.
The other students, with the exception of the Slytherins, weren’t happy
with the Potions Master escorting them.
Ron tried to tell Harry, Ginny, Lavender and Hermione that he felt too
sick for the outing, but Lavender threatened to break up with him so he changed
his tune quickly. “She just wants to go hold hands with that git,” he complained. He was convinced that Snape had something
unpleasant in store for him once they crossed the wards. Harry and Ginny were busily trying to catch
up on all their missed snog sessions, prompting
Flitwick to prod them with his wand since they were holding up traffic. As soon as the wards were crossed, Hermione
reached her mind out to the tall, silent wizard walking behind them. Severus. Do we have to stay with the group, or will
anyone notice if we go missing for a bit?
Severus heard the small witch’s plaintive tone and
understood the reason for it. Aloud, he
told Flitwick and Vector that he would put a locating spell on one-third of the
students, and suggested that they do the same, unless they intended trudging
around Hogsmeade and waiting for the children to do their shopping. The other professors exchanged glances and
agreed to the proposal – they would much rather be sitting in the Three
Broomsticks where it was warmer. As
Vector laid the spell on a third of the students, Filius turned to Severus and
winked, grinning at the Slytherin’s dour expression. He certainly knew what his fellow Head of
House would rather be doing. The charms
were laid, and the students dispersed, glad to be ridding themselves of the
inhibiting presence of authority.
Hermione whispered goodbye to Ginny and Lavender, slipping
away as her friend’s boyfriends were talking earnestly about Quidditch rules
and regulations. She backed into the
shadow of a dilapidated building and was watching Draco
Malfoy saunter past with Crabbe and Goyle in tow when a hand suddenly clamped
over her mouth, stifling her yelp. Her
heart pounding wildly, she turned as soon as she was released to face a
grinning Severus. “That wasn’t funny,”
she hissed. He grasped double handfuls
of her robe unrepentantly and pulled her towards him, covering her mouth with
his. She pulled away after a second for
air, but then jumped into his arms again, kissing him frantically. “I….missed….you,” she panted, punctuating her
words with kisses. He looked around them
quickly to make sure no one was near, and then held her close to
Disapparate. They Apparated in a
familiar setting, and Hermione had to laugh.
“I guess we’ll give this place a new reason to be called the Shrieking
Shack,” she said, drawing him to her.
“Hang on, I need to Disillusion this part of the room,” he
said, drawing a circle around them with his wand. Immediately they felt a chill settle through
them, and they knew that if anyone would come inside, they wouldn’t see a
thing. Hermione cast a Silencing Spell
so that they wouldn’t be heard, either, and Transfigured
a mangy rug into a soft cover big enough for her to lie on. She did so, and beckoned her willing partner
down to her. He kissed his way down her
neck and shocked her by being able to undo the buttons of her coat with his
mouth. Too impatient to try his skill
out on her blouse, he unbuttoned it with his fingers and popped the clasp of
her bra. The cool air inside the Shack
hit her exposed breasts and brought her nipples to peaks instantly…Severus
drank in the sight, then leaned down to lick and suck the hard buds until she
arched up off the floor and called out for him.
He reached up under the school-girl skirt and removed her thong panties
slowly – he never got tired of seeing her in those – and began to unfasten his
clothing. Hermione, growing impatient,
Divestoed his cloak and shirt. She
gestured imperiously for him to open his pants and he did so with a smile,
releasing his swollen organ from its confinement. She licked her lips at the sight of her Slytherin
kneeling before her shirtless with his huge cock straining eagerly towards her,
his pants peeled down around his lean hips.
“Yes please, professor,” she breathed, parting her legs invitingly. She usually loved the foreplay that he
enjoyed providing, but the walk from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade had been unbearable
– she wanted him and was ready for him NOW.
Their connection conveyed this to him and he placed both
hands down on the floor on either side of her as he positioned himself at her
entrance, then thrust deeply inside her pulsing tunnel. She reached around him and held on as he
pushed in then pulled out, both of them moaning at the sensation. “Fuck, Hermione…you’re so tight,” Severus
gasped, struggling not to cum the moment her walls gripped him. She pulled her skirt higher around her waist
and leaned back enough so that she could see his thick shaft pumping in and out
of her aching pussy. It had been so
long…she lost herself in the smell of her wizard’s hair swinging against her
face, the feel of his back muscles as he flexed his flanks, the press of one
his palms against her buttocks as he held her in place, and the ever-present
sensation of almost being split in half as he speared her with his generous
endowment. He pulled out of her and
flipped her onto her hands and knees and Hermione keened loudly as he spread
her legs roughly and impaled her without warning. She screamed his name after he reached around
her leg to rub her clitoris in time with his thrusts. He regretted not being able to spend more
time with her, as the little witch was nigh insatiable once he got her going…
Severus held off his own orgasm, determined to climax at the same time she
did. She was rolling her hips uncontrollably
and mewling helplessly as he pinched and tugged at her nipples, burying his
cock up to the hilt inside her over and over.
She began chanting his name in time with his thrusts, getting louder as
he pumped harder. Severus…Severus…Severus Severusseverusseverusssss!!! She let out piercing screams as she neared
release, and he gripped her hips to drive into her faster, feeling her muscles
clamping down on his throbbing cock. His
hips went into their final rhythm and he felt her climax, her pussy clutching
him so tightly that he came a split second later, throwing his head back and
surging into her. He groaned as he drained
his balls deep inside her and she gasped at the feel of the liquid fire
spreading up into her womb. Her arms and
legs gave way and they fell to the Transfigured cover, breathing hard. Severus lifted himself off of her and flopped
down beside her on his back, pulling her hand over to place a kiss on her
knuckles. They looked over at each other
as their heartbeats slowed, then Hermione crawled over to kiss her handsome
professor. “I love you,” he murmured,
stroking her hair as he sat up.
“I love you.”
Hermione retrieved her discarded bra, panties, and shirt while Severus adjusted
his trousers and pulled back on his shirt.
They had several lingering kisses as they dressed and Severus laughed as
he pulled lint from her hair, telling her to make sure and Transfigure a larger
cover next time. “Okay, where do we go
now? They’re probably looking for us,” she worried, but he activated the
locator spell and found the students still browsing the stores.
He conducted her to where Ginny was via Apparation, having
made sure to lay the charm on his fiancée’s best friend. Without being seen, he
swirled into the Three Broomsticks and took a seat beside Flitwick and Vector
and calmly ordered tea. Filius smiled as
Vector exclaimed over Severus’ lack of tension, saying that the air had
obviously done him good. The tiny Charms
teacher patted the Potions Master’s arm.
“I expect you’ll lay off my Ravenclaws after this, Severus?” While initially skeptical about Snape’s
relationship with the young Miss Granger, he now heartily approved of it. Having known and taught Severus when the
other professor was still a young Slytherin who didn’t fit in anywhere, he
could see the dourness being slowly stripped away because of his association
with the ebullient Gryffindor. In
Flitwick’s opinion, the two were rather well-suited for each other despite
Severus having a mean streak a kilometer wide.
The younger wizard stared at him thoughtfully. “It depends on whether or not they deserve
it, Filius.” Vector was looking at both
of them quizzically, so he changed the topic to how many students they expected
to pass their O.W.L.’s and N.E.W.T.’s this year. Elsewhere in Hogsmeade, Lavender and Ginny
grinned as Hermione popped up behind them with a breathless hello and began
inspecting a display of Every Flavor Beans.
“Why, Hermione! Where have you been? Your skirt’s rumpled,”
Ginny smirked. Lavender laughed and
aimed her wand at said skirt, working an Ironing Charm that Molly Weasley had
taught her. Hermione gave her a grateful
smile and hurried over to purchase a bag of sugar mice as Professor Vector came
in the shop to see if they were ready to head back to school. Harry and Ron tromped over to them, catching
Hermione between them and linking arms with all three girls as they exited the
store.
“Hey, ‘Mione, where’s
the git of your dreams?” snarked Ron. He paled as he caught sight of Snape herding
his Slytherins along an adjacent path. Snape looked at him with narrowed eyes and he
hurriedly released Hermione, huddling against Lavender and almost knocking the
Fizzing Whizbee from her hand.
“A word, Weasley…” came the dreaded drawl, and the group of
friends automatically slowed for him, the other students shooting them
sympathetic glances as they went past with Flitwick. Harry and Ginny asked if they should leave,
but he motioned for them to stay as they were.
“If I’m not much mistaken, the lot of you know
about our engagement.” His eyes flicked to Lavender who nodded slightly,
blushing. He motioned for them to resume walking back to the castle and as the
other students had already passed them, Hermione trotted over by his side and
tried to keep up with his long strides.
Their eyes grew round with astonishment as the much-feared Professor
Snape invited Ron to tell him exactly what he didn’t like about his
relationship with Hermione. The witch in
question looked up at her fiancé in shock – what was this?
Ron took him at his word and began spilling out reasons why
the couple shouldn’t be together and why he didn’t like the Potions
teacher. Severus listened calmly and
silently as Ron grew ever bolder. “It
makes me sick to think of you all over her, it’s just not right. I think you just want to fuck a Gryffindor to
prove that Slytherin is better, and I bet you like to do her in her uniform”
Severus met Hermione’s eyes met and they looked away hastily to keep from
laughing “and it’s just sick! How do we
know you’re not really evil, being a Death Eater and all that?” Lavender’s eyes flew wide at this fact she
had not known, and Ginny tugged her aside to explain. Hermione was growing increasingly curious as
Severus made no reply to Ron’s ranting.
He was up to something, but she didn’t know what – he wouldn’t let her
in his mind. As they came closer to the
ward boundary, she suddenly knew what his game was and opened her mouth to say
something when he gripped her arm and shook his head slightly. Ron blathered on and Severus’ eyes narrowed
as he stared at the redhead’s feet. As
one dilapidated trainer crossed the wards and the other followed suit with him
still talking, one corner of Severus’ mouth curled upwards.
“DETENTION!”
He sang triumphantly, relishing the horrified expression on Weasley’s
face.
Hermione shook her head in disgust. “Severus Snape, you are
unbelievably horrid!” she said, making Harry, Ginny and Lavender laugh. “Come on, guys…I think I have some homework.” She pulled them along with her, leaving Ron
to settle his detention with Severus.
“Keep the bridal magazines in your dormitory where they
belong,” he called after her, fixing Ron with his best student-terrifying
glare. “You come with me.”
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After he had arranged Weasley’s
torture/detention (it was with Filch,
after all) Severus began to walk down to the dungeon level to check on his
House – it was never good to leave Slytherins
unsupervised for too long – when he felt the familiar burning of the tattoo on
his left arm. He pulled up his sleeve to
see the Dark Mark fully black. Ah,
well. He turned on his heel and stopped
only to write a brief note to the Headmaster…he might well need someone to
cover his classes while he recovered from Voldemort’s
anger at his betrothal to a Mudblood witch. He hoped that the Dark Lord believed his
story about “turning” the young woman, and stopped to extract all the loving
thoughts he had ever experienced about Hermione and place them into a Pensieve before he departed through the front gates.
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