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The Pink Lacy Knicker Project	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Ginny Views: 13685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione floated on her inflatable furniture chair with her eyes closed. Her mind was running a mile a minute.

She had to find a way to get out of the house. There was so much she had to prepare for during the summer.

Not only did she have to get ready for her second year of University, she also had to bring her parents back from Australia.

Hermione glanced over to where the men were working out. They looked absolutely delicious running around, working up a sweat.

Especially Snape.

Hermione couldn’t get over how nice Snape’s body was. She figured that since his hair was greasy and his teeth were a little crooked that he didn’t really care about his appearance.

And even though Hermione loved being right, it was in this particular instance, she didn’t mind being wrong.

It was no wonder that Snape hid his body underneath thick robes—if the girls knew what he was hiding under there they would have been all over him.

Not that it stopped a lot of girls from crushing on him during their seventh year of school after they found that a pretty face did not always equal a good snogging or shagging.

Snape’s incredibly sexy voice was really the cause of melted cauldrons, not incompetence.

Hermione sighed and looked up into the blue sky. She wasn’t any closer to figuring out what spell Dumbledore used to trap them in the house. All she knew was that it couldn’t be that complicated. After all, he did perform the magic when he was pissed.

‘Maybe he had the spell on this house a long time ago. It would make sense, especially if he would have considered using this house to hide Sirius or even Harry in during the war,’ Hermione thought.

‘If the spell was something that Dumbledore used a long time ago, then maybe he simply forgot which one it was. And I could look it up for him!’

With a squeal, she jumped from her inflatable chair and swam over to the edge of the pool. Once she pulled herself out of the water she ran into the house to the library.

She knew the answer to getting out of the house was figuring out which spell Dumbledore used—and she was determined to figure it out.

Finally making it to the library, Hermione ran to the bookcase and began to pull different books from the shelf.

Once her arms were full, she went over to the nearest desk and dumped them on top. After opening some drawers, she found ink, a quill, and some parchment to write on.

Opening the first book, she became completely engrossed in her research.

Thirty minutes later, after finishing his work out and taking a shower, Snape stepped into the library.

He rolled his eyes at the sight of Hermione scribbling down notes in a bikini, not even having the decency to change before researching. She didn’t even seem to notice that he had walked into the room until he spoke.

“I would suggest, Miss Granger, that before you decide to fill your know-it-all brain with more information, you could at least change into more suitable clothing.”

Hermione jumped into the air, letting out a squeak before realizing that it was only Snape.

“Oh! Professor Snape—I didn’t see you there,” Hermione said putting her hand to her heart.

“Then you should pay more attention to what is going on around you Miss Granger. The words on the page won’t go away if you decide to become aware of something else.”

Hermione glared at Snape.

“I’m pretty sure no one in this house wants to kill me, Professor.”

“Never assume, Miss Granger. The people who were your friends could be the ones who end up getting you killed,” Snape said.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Snape talking down to her was getting really old, really fast.

“What did you need from me, Professor?” she asked.

“Did you forget, Miss Granger? We have to spend two hours a day together. I am here to get that part of my day over with so I can spend the rest of my time doing more productive things.”

‘Count to ten, Hermione—you should be used to his insults by now.’

“I did forget, Professor. Just let me change my clothing and we can begin our time together,” she said through gritted teeth.

She walked out of the library, trying to keep her temper under control.

Hermione couldn’t believe how much of an asshole he still was when his snark was directed to her.

It wasn’t as if the war was going on and she was in school anymore. It wasn’t as if Voldemort would vaporize him if he decided to show her some decency. The bloody snake face was dead for Merlin’s sake!

No, Snape no longer had a reason to continue verbally abuse her anymore.

Hermione walked into the bedroom, slamming open the closet doors, her mind still on the subject of Snape.

She had thought for sure that Snape would at least be less of an arsehole now that the war had ended and he wasn’t under as much stress. Turned out she was wrong.

Hermione thanked every deity she knew when she found muggle jeans, t-shirts, and jumpers in the closet. Picking out articles that she liked, she took off her bikini, throwing it to the floor.

Yesterday Hermione had been careful around Snape because his temper had been so explosive. Now, however, she was done. She wouldn’t put up with him insulting her any longer. If he snapped at her, she was going to snap back. It wasn’t as if he could dislike her even more.

By this point, there didn’t seem to be anything that Hermione could do that would get Snape to like her—and she was way past the age of trying to change herself just to get a bloke to like her, especially someone as dark and snarky as Severus Snape.

Hermione finished dressing, her resolve firm.

Yes, she liked Snape but that didn’t mean she was going to let him beat up her up. And maybe later, even if he did decide that he did like her, he would have to romance her like any other man would.

Hermione walked out of the room, surprised to see Remus coming out of his room just down the hallway. He had a dark look on his face, his fist clenched tightly at his sides.

“Hi, Remus—is everything alright?” Hermione asked.

Remus didn’t even attempt to smile.

“For the love of Merlin, Hermione, if I don’t get out of this house, I’ll go crazy. Please tell me you’re close to finding a way of getting us out of here?” Remus asked.

Hermione was surprised at the emotion Remus was emitting. He was usually the type of man who was calm and collected all the time, despite hardships. To see him so disturbed, and even dark, was very strange to her.

“I have an idea but it’s going to take me a few days to do some background research,” Hermione said.

Remus let out a growl, pulling at his graying hair.

“I can’t do this! If I don’t get out of here soon, that Looney girl is going to drive me crazy!” Remus said.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“Luna? She wouldn’t hurt a fly. I mean, yes, she believes in creatures that don’t exist but she’s nice otherwise.”

Remus muttered something under his breath that sounded vaguely like a curseword.

“I’m not here to argue the point of whether she’s nice or not. Just tell me when you think you’ve found a solution,” Remus said.

Hermione was a little taken aback at the tone of Remus’ voice. She didn’t think she had ever heard him speak that way before.

“Of course, Remus—if I find anything you will be the first to know,” Hermione said.

“Thank you,” he said.

With a curt nod, he stormed down the stairs.

‘I wonder what that was all about,’ Hermione thought, looking toward Remus and Luna’s shared bedroom.

Shrugging a shoulder, Hermione made her way down the stairs and back into the library.

Snape was sitting in the wingback chair near the fireplace, reading a potions magazine. He didn’t look up when she walked in and Hermione was fine with that.

She walked towards her pile of research books, which remained untouched on the small desk by the window.

Hermione went back to her research, quickly becoming engrossed in her books once again.

She was startled (for the second time that day) when Snape’s hand snaked over her shoulder and grabbed the book she was reading.

“Explain to me why you are researching confinement spells instead of binding spells,” he demanded.

Hermione looked over her shoulder to glare at him.

“Is there a reason you want this information from me?” she asked.

Snape’s blank expression quickly turned sour.

“Why I want the information is none of your concern, Miss Granger.”

“Listen to me, Professor Snape and listen well—I am not your student any longer. I would be open to receiving research advice from you so that we can get out of this house faster, but I will not do so if you continue to treat me like an idiot. You know I am competent and I expect to be treated with that type of respect.”

Snape’s expression steadily grew darker during Hermione’s speech but she didn’t back down at the sight of it.

He leaned down so far that his face was only inches away from hers. Hermione could see the lines on his pale face and smell the herbal scent he was always surrounded in as a result of his constant brewing.

“It will be a cold day in hell before I decide to treat you as anything other than the know-it-all Gryffindor princess that I have to put up with,” he said, the quiet rage in his voice evident.

“Then we are going to be stuck in this house for a while because I refuse to work with you if you continue to treat me as anything but an equal, Professor,” she bit out, just as quietly.

Snape growled and drew away from Hermione sharply, storming out of the room.

Hermione let out the breath that she had been holding. Maybe challenging Snape hadn’t been such a good idea. There was no way in hell she would be able to do all of the research she needed by herself.

Snape was brilliant. She was sure if the two of them worked together, they would be able to get everything they needed within the week.

‘But my pride will not allow him to use me as his punching bag. If he wants to collaborate, he’ll have to treat me with some respect,’ Hermione thought, frowning at her notes.

Sighing, Hermione went back to her research and forgot all about Snape.

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A/N: Many Thanks to my beta Tara! She’s amazing!
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