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Passing Notes in Snape's Class	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 39005 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Passing Notes in Snape's Class
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
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"Well it just doesn't make any sense to me." Hermione argued, as they were seated at a table in The Three Broomstick. "If I can transfigure a teapot into a chicken, why can't I wait for it to lay eggs for me to eat?"
"Well you can," Snape explained. "But by Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, you didn't just manifest the chicken, thereby manifesting food. You already had the tea pot."
Their lively discussion fell silent when Ms. Rosemerta approached the table to take their orders. "Merlin's Beard!" She exclaimed, staring at Hermione's neck. "That's an impressive love bite on your neck there deary. Please tell me tall, dark and silent didn't put it there." She gazed lustfully at Snape, who tried in vain to suppress a smile at the crimson blush on Hermione's face. She glanced back and forth between the two of them. "Oh he did." She grinned. "Lucky girl, you are." Turning to Severus she said, "You should smile more often, it looks good on your face. Now what can I get you two?"
After placing their orders for Sheppard's pie and butterbeers, Hermione turned to glare at him. "I'm going to get you for this." She said, touching her neck.
Snape chucked low in his throat. "You shouldn't have begged me to suck your neck."
"I love talking to you." Severus said, staring over the table at Hermione. Their dinner dishes had been cleared away and they were holding hands on top of the table.
"I love talking to you too." She said, blushing a little. The crimson color on Hermione's face deepened even further when she heard a cheerful voice call to them from across the room.
"Severus. Ms. Granger."
Snape looked up to see Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall making their way across the room. "How wonderful to see you two again." Dumbledore said settling himself in one of the empty chairs. "You don't mind if we join you?"
"Of course not Headmaster." Severus said half rising as Professor McGonagall took her seat.
"What a charming love bite, Ms. Granger." Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Your work, Severus? Well done." He winked.
"Albus!" Minerva hissed, noticing the horrified look on Hermione's face.
"What?" He said looking confused. "Sex is a beautiful thing." He took in the mortified look on Hermione's face. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about Ms Granger. So tell us, we are dying to know, how did you two lovers finally get together." Ignoring the glare from Professor McGonagall, he pressed on. "And I might add it certainly took you both long enough."
"Albus!" She hissed again.
"What Minnie?" He asked, sounding exasperated. "How many times have we discussed these two? How clearly they belong together? I don't know about you, but I was getting quite bored watching poor Severus moon over her."
Professor McGonagall gave him a long suffering stare, turning to Hermione she smiled pleasantly. "Do tell us. How did dear Severus finally make his affections known to you?"
Hermione glanced nervously at Snape and then back at the older couple, unsure of how much she should reveal.
"I intercepted a note being passed between Ms. Granger and Ms. Weasley." Severus said reaching down to take Hermione's hand. "The note cleared up any questions I might have had regarding Ms. Granger's opinion of me."
"How wonderful." The headmaster laughed in delight. "So, she let you know she wanted to "jump your bones" did she?"
"Something like that." Severus said, clearing his throat in discomfort.
"So tell me Severus, were you able to complete your class or did you succumb to the throes of passion and take her right then and there?"
"I managed to control myself long enough to reach the end of class."
"Well done." Dumbledore looked positively delirious with glee. "So, am I allowed to say 'I told you so'?"
"I think we need more drinks" Severus said suddenly. He stood up and walked purposefully towards the bar.
The Headmaster continued to chuckle as he watched the Potions Master work his way through the crowd. Turning back to Hermione, he smiled brightly. "I don't know how many times over the past few years I've encouraged him to make his ardor known to you. It seems the dear, shy boy just needed to be assured his advances would not be unwelcome." He stared at Hermione, his face going very serious. "I don't know if you've realized it yet. But underneath his fierce exterior lurks the gentle, tender heart of a poet. He's suffered a great deal throughout his life. I wouldn't like to see him hurt again."
Hermione turned and stared longingly at Snape's back, unable to tear her eyes away from him. "I have realized that Headmaster." She said softly.
Dumbledore stared at her a moment longer before smiling gently and patting her hand. "Be good to him Hermione." He whispered.
She nodded her head quickly as Severus returned to the table with another round of drinks. As he placed the drinks on the table, he leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"So sweet." Minerva whispered. "Now Hermione," she said, her voice all business. "We actually have a more practical matter we would like to discuss with you."
"Oh?" Hermione said surprised.
"Well I don't know if I've mentioned it or not, but this is the last year I will be teaching Transfiguration. I plan on concentrating all my efforts to my roll as Deputy Head Mistress. Now I'm sure you will be receiving numerous offers…"
"I'll take it!" Hermione blurted out, interrupting the older woman's speech. "I would love to teach at Hogwarts."
"Are you sure you don't want to think about it dear?"
"What's to think about?" Hermione said excitedly, "I've wanted to be a teacher for as long as I can remember. You know that Professor McGonagall. How many times have we discussed my dream to teach?"
"Many times. That is why you were our first choice for the position."
"Well that's settled then." Albus said loudly, clapping his hands together. "And now we should drink a toast."
They raised their glasses as Professor Dumbledore began to speak. "To new lives, new loves and to Severus and Hermione. May your love grow stronger and your dalliances more passionate." They clinked glasses and took a sip of their drinks. "Hopefully as passionate as the one I enjoyed watching this afternoon." He added with a wink to Snape.
"Albus!" Minerva cried as Hermione buried her face in her hands again.
They held hands as they walked down the darkened road towards Hogswart.
"You're awfully quiet." He said, squeezing her hand gently. "Not still upset about Dumbledore are you?"
"No." She said slowly, "Though I am less then thrilled that he saw me with your finger up my arse." She giggled nervously. "I'm just thinking."
"I see." He said softly. They walked in silence for few more minutes. "Hermione?" He asked, his voice sounding tentative.
"Hmmm?"
"You were rather quick to accept the offer to teach." He said, choosing his words carefully.
"Yes. I was." She agreed, smiling into the dark. "And you're wondering if you played any part in my quick decision?"
"Yes." He said his voice was breathy as if he'd been holding it in.
"Well I'd be lying if I said you hadn't jumped to mind." She looked up at him; he had stopped walking and was staring at her. She smiled up at him, giving his hand a little shake. "Severus. I did not accept the job just because of you."
He stared down at her, disbelief in her eyes.
"Severus." She said a little exasperated. "I have always wanted to teach. I've dreamed of being offered a teaching position at Hogwarts." She reached up and kissed him gently. "Being able to be close to you as well, is just like the cherry on top of the most amazing sundae ever."
He continued to stare at her skeptically.
"I swear." She said her voice a little loud. Taking a step away from him, she placed her fisted hands on her hips. "Go ahead and use legillimancy on me if you don't believe me."
"I believe you." He said, smiling at her a little sheepishly. "I just would not want our involvement to alter your career path."
"Well it hasn't you dodgy old dungeon bat." She said, grabbing his hand, pulling on him gently.
He snorted softly and allowed himself to be led by her, his mood much lighter. They chatted pleasantly all the way back to the castle and to the dungeons.
Once in his quarters they headed straight to his room and begin to prepare for bed. He was lying under the covers, his arms behind his head when she joined him. She crawled up his body and gently kissed his lips. "I'm sorry the weekend has to end." She whispered.
"Me too." He agreed. "But soon it will be Monday morning and back to classes."
"That reminds me." She chuckled wickedly. "I owe you something."
"What's that?" He murmured sleepily. His eyes flew open and he moaned deeply as Hermione's mouth latched onto his neck, biting and sucking passionately.
oooOooo
Hermione quickly settled into her seat in Potions class. It was Monday morning. She had missed breakfast and had barely had enough time to shower, dress in her school robes and rush to the dungeons for her period one potions lesson.
Ginny turned to look at her, a million questions in her eyes. Hermione shook her head quickly as Professor Snape strode purposely into the room. Hermione had to stifle a giggle when she noticed how her perfectly placed hicky stood out against his pale skin. This mark did not go unnoticed by the rest of the 7th years. Hermione flushed and rearranged her hair to cover own marked neck as she listened to the whispers and murmurs of the class.
"-hicky_"
"Him? Snape!"
"Snape? Has sex?"
One whispered voice was louder then the rest "How on earth did that greasy git manage to get a hicky?"
Hermione recognized the voice as Bobby James; a pompous, egotistical Gryffindor whom she disliked intensely. She lowered her head and smiled to herself as Professor Severus Snape, her man, loomed darkly over his classroom.
"Settle down." He roared, casting a dark glare around the room. The majority of the class silenced immediately, but a few lingering snickers hung in the air.
A feeling of pride and lust rose up in her as she watched Severus spin around on his heel, his cape billowing out from his long legs. He walked purposefully to the table where Bobby James sat. Bending over he placed his hands on the table. He turned his head slightly to make sure that Bobby got a good, close look at the mark on his neck. Turning his head back he pinned Bobby to his seat with a ferocious glare.
"Is there something you would like to say to me Mr. James?" He asked darkly. His baritone voice was ominous.
In an attempt to save face with his peers, Bobby sat up straight in his seat. "We were just wondering how you got that mark on your neck, Professor." a slight shaking of his voice betrayed his false bravado.
"So." Snape purred. "You need me to explain to you how a hicky is created? Not surprising." His voice dripped with condescension. "A hicky, Mr. James, is created when one sucks or bites on the neck, usually whilst in the throes of passion or as a prelude to love making." He rose to his full, impressive height, still glaring down at the now blushing student. "Now, do you need me to answer anymore fundamental questions about L'Art d'Amours for you?"
Bobby flushed darker at the clear insult to his "manhood" and supposed lack of sexual experience.
"No?" Snape said sarcastically. "Good. Since this is Potions class and not sex education." He turned and flicked his wand at the board. The potion lesson for the day appeared. While his back was to the class there were a few whispers and giggles around the room. "Settle." He yelled loudly. Turning he stared around the room in disgust. "I would expect this type of behavior from a room full of first years. You lot are meant to be adults. I suggest you act like it." He turned and sat behind his desk. "Your assignment is on the board. There is no need to talk." He sat back in his seat and glowered at the class.
Hermione glanced up at him briefly; he was leaning back in his chair, rolling his wand gently between his hands. Hermione flushed as she momentarily remembered his face from this morning, the way he had looked as he came forcefully inside her, crying out her name. Smiling to herself, she glanced back into her cauldron and carefully added a few more ingredients. She was carefully stirring when she heard Ginny's soft whispered "Psst" to get her attention.
She glanced at Ginny just as the redhead tossed a folded piece of parchment onto her desk. Looking down at the note, Hermione glanced up at Snape. He was staring directly at her, an imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. Still staring at him, she reached out her hand towards the parchment. With a quick flick of his wand, both Ginny and Hermione watched as the note flew off her table, down the aisle and into his waiting hand.
Setting his wand aside, he carefully and deliberately unfolded the note and laid it on his desk. Reading, he reached into his desk and produced a quill.
Ginny glanced nervously at Hermione, who could only shrug. They watched as he carefully wrote on the parchment, pausing here and there as if he were deep in thought.
Hermione tried to concentrate on her potion, but she continued to glance up at Snape, who was completely engrossed in the note, and at Ginny, who looked ready to faint from fright.
After 20 agonizing minutes, Severus carefully folded the note. Moving from behind his desk, he walked slowly down the aisle. Stopping in front of Ginny, he raised his hand and offered her the folded parchment. Ginny glanced quickly back at Hermione then back at the note in Snape's outstretched hand. Sighing heavily and with her hand shaking, Ginny reached out and took the note from his hand. He nodded his head to her and turned to move about classroom, glancing into cauldrons.
Ginny carefully unfolded the note;
Hermione where have you been? I've been so worried. You disappeared after the Snape took the note. What happened? Are you okay? What did he say about the note? Did you put that mark on his neck? Did he put that mark your neck? Did you shag? Please, you have to tell me everything.
My dearest Ms. Weasley,
First and foremost, I must offer my deepest apologies for causing you any distress or worry. Please do not blame Ms. Granger, the fault lies entirely with me. I will strive to answer each one of your questions to the best of my abilities.
Where has Hermione been? Ms. Granger graciously agreed to spend the weekend with me, in my quarters. Again, I deeply apologized for any worry our abrupt departure may have caused you.
I believe your next few questions pertain to my reaction to the NOTE?
I can only say that the correspondence between Ms. Granger and yourself came as quite a pleasant shock to me. At the risk of sounding effusive; I confess that I have, for sometime now, harbored deep feelings for Ms. Granger. I was both overcome and thrilled to learn that she shared my ardor.
As to what happened next? I fear that my sense of propriety, both as your professor and a gentleman, prevent me from elucidating any further. I daresay, and I shudder to think, that any additional details regarding our liaison will have to be provided by Ms. Granger herself. Preferable at another time and NOT during my Potions Lesson.
I hope that I have satisfactorily eased you mind and assuaged your immediate curiosity, at least for the time being. As you are both my God son's betrothed and my beloved's best confidant, I looked forward to our continued acquaintance.
Yours, most sincerely,
Severus Snape
Ginny read the note carefully several times. A thoughtful look crossed over face and she quickly picked up her quill and scribbled frantically across the bottom.
Hermione had watched, her curiosity piqued, as Ginny read the note Severus had given her. Her eyes widened as Ginny held her hand high in the air, the note grasped between her fingers. Glancing around the room, she located Severus, who was staring at Ginny's raised arm. She watched as he took a deep breath and crossed the room, quickly snatching the note from Ginny's fingers. Leaning against Hermione's desk he opened the note and read quickly.
Hermione was startled when he straightened up and casually tossed the open note onto her table. He turned and winked at her before resuming his circuit of the classroom.
Hermione opened the note and scanned it briefly. Her eyes widened as she read what Ginny had written across the bottom.
I do have one question, Sir. Did Hermione ever get her wish?
Severus' deep baritone voice sent shivers up and down her spine, dampening her knickers. "I will need to see you after class, Ms. Granger."
The End
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