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Death Eater Takes a Holiday	By : LeeLeePotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 15 Some Things Are Best Left Alone

Chapter 15 Some Things
Are Best LAlonAlone

Harry crawled out of bed, padded to
the loo and brushed his teeth. He could hear Filius talking happily to a
Hufflepuff in the common room. �Good,� he thought, �hopefully, Sev is
still in bed.� When Harry opened the door, he could hear the steady
breathing of sleep coming from behind the curtains. He laughed after pulling
the curtain back to find the sleeping body completely under the covers, head
and all.

"Good morning, Sexy,"
said Harry, seductively climbing upon the bed. He chuckled when a tired moan
was all he received in response; the sound one makes when they won�t be ready
to wake for quite a while. "Come on, Sev, you have to get up. Today's our
last chance to fool around before you go back. And, I can't wait for you to
meet Hermione today. She's coming around breakfast time." Harry thought he
heard a muffled laugh. He pulled the covers down, to reveal a sleepy girl
smiling at him. She had on a soft cotton nightgown, and her hair was up in a
tight, uncomfortable looking bun.

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"Hermione! When did you get
back?" he asked, and threw his arms around her.

"Late last night. I was out at
the Three Broomsticks last night, and well, it's a long story. I'll tell you
and Ron together."

"Okay, tell us over breakfast.
That�s quite a look you have going, Professor," Harry teased about her
hair.

"Don't remind me, my head
hurts from having the hair up all night."

Harry laughed; he was glad to see
his friend.

"I've been talking to friends
and visiting all week with the floo network. I'm so thrilled to finally get
connected, and you should see what it does to my hair after flooing a few times
in one day, hence the bun." she babbled. Then, she reached over to the
bedside table and pulled her wand out of the drawer. She said, "Finite
Incantatum," trying to undo the Hold-Tight spell she used on her hair, but
nothing happened.

"How much did you have to
drink last night?" teased Harry, when her spell had no effect on her hair.
Hermione sat, thoughtful for a moment, while Harry untied the bun from its�
tight restraint. It irritated Hermione, not knowing why the spell didn't work,
but suddenly something else occurred to her. Her eyes grew wide and a grin
appeared across the sleepy girl�s face.

"Harry James! You thought you
were coming to wake up someone else!" she said, turning around on the bed
to face him. "Who did you want to meet me? Did you say fool around?"
Harry nodded, gave her a nervous smile, and held the side of his lip in his
teeth. She grabbed his hands and practically squealed. "Tell me, tell me!"

Harry took a deep breath and told
her about his week with Sev. He told her about what happened before they were
introduced, and his reaction to the news, the times they spent talking, and how
they ended up where they're at now.

"Hermione, it's been the best
week I could remember in a long time.
He's fun to be with, he's witty, considerate, and gentle. Oh, yeah. He's
strong as Hell; he picked me right up and, well�he's very strong," said
Harry with a h.
h.

"Oh, Harry," she said
softly. "You've fallen."

He dropped his head, staring at their
hands together. "Don't say that," he said dejectedly.
"But why? I have to say I am
shocked about you two, but I can see it in your face." She had never seen him looking so intense.

"People don't fall in love in
one week, and even if they did, it would help if I knew more than this little
part of the whole man. If this part even still exists." The closer Monday,
or was it Sunday, came, the more nervous Harry was getting about what would
come. Sev had given him hope, but he still feared hope.

Hermione hugged her friend tight.
She couldn't wait to meet Sev in person, and see the interaction between the
two. A familiar knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Come in, Ron," she
called out from the bed.

When he entered the room to find
his girlfriend in bed with his best friend, the expression on his face was
comical. "Um, Harry, why are you in bed with my� Mione, " said Ron in
an attempt to hide his slip.

Hermione pulled up the sheet to
cover her nightgown a bit more, and patted the bed beside them, inviting him to
join them. "Harry was just telling me about his week. I can't wait to meet
everyone. From what Harry tells me, you've reacted very maturely to the whole thing.
I'm impressed," she said with a winattiatting his back.

"I think it helps that Ron was
here the whole week, to see how things kind of fell into place," said
Harry.

Ron coughed, "Saw more than
I'd cared to, thank you very much."

Harry laughed when he thought he
heard Ron mumble something about Obliviate.

"And how come you get closer
to girls now, more than before you came out?"

"Sorry, mate."

Ron wasn't sure if Harry was sorry
for what Ron saw, or that he was in Hermione's bed.

"Since we�re sitting here
discussing my love life, don�t you think it's about time you two announced your
undying love, and gave each other a proper hello? It's been a week, for God�s
sake. Have you two ever been apart that long in all the time you've been
dating?"

Ron looked sho. He. Hermione
smiled, and then gave Ron a proper kiss hello.

"We're sorry we didn't tell you,
Harry. Are you upset with us?" asked Hermione, taking one of his hands
again.

Harry shook his head with a smile.
"Of course not. I figured you would tell me when you were ready, and it's
been to my advantage that some people didn't know." They all laughed. It
was rumored for a while that Harry and Hermione were dating, and they hadn�t
bothered to argue the fact because it helped Harry hide his sexuality until he
was ready to deal with it. It wasn't an uncommon sight for Harry to sit close
to Hermione in the common room. They were good friends, and a great comfort to
each other when times were hard. Hermione was thrilled when she found out Harry
was gay; that meant she wouldn't have to worry about feeling guilty about her
feelings for Ron, and she could be comfortable with Harry, knowing she didnhavehave to worry about giving him the wrong impression.

Ron pulled her into his arms. The
relief on his face was plain to see.

Harry smiled at his friends, his
eyes full of emotion. "You make a beautiful couple. I love you guys."

"Aw," cooed Hermione,
pulling him into a big hug. Harry squeezed back before pulling away.

"Well, the 'love in'
has been fun and all, but I've got to go shower and fSev,Sev," he said,
heading for the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Ron whispered something into
Hermione's ear, and she laughed and slapped him on the arm. "Harry, I'm
straight. I do everything you wouldn't do."

Closing the door and locking it,
Harry grinned and laughed out loud when he heard Hermione call him a pig.

At breakfast, Harry sat down next
to Sev and across from Filius. Sev looked a little off this morning. Hagrid
waved with a huge almond & poppy seed muffin in hand, spraying half the
table with crumbs.
"Morning Harry, did you see
Ron? Did he tell you Hermione is back?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I saw
them upstairs. I'm waiting for her to tell me why she came back early. She said
she would tell me later."

Hagrid stopped smiling, brows
furrowing. "I think you need to have
a talk with your girlfriend about the company she keeps," said Hagrid,
with a curt nod.� Oh, this should be an interesting story,� he thought
to himself. He crunched on his last piece of bacon, looking up at the enchanted
ceiling. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining, there were only a few
puffy clouds in the sky. Harry was not surprised that Ron and Hermione didn't
show up for breakfast. He put a bunch of muffins in an enlarged napkin and
pocketed another napkin before grabbing a pitcher of juice.

"Shall we go outside and soak
in the sun?" Harry asked, looking in the direction of Sev and Filius.
"Ron and Hermione will probably be down soon enough."

Out by the lake, Harry took the napkin
from his pocket and enlarged it to a picnic size cloth, placing the food and
drink in the middle. Severus seemed to be nervous about meeting Hermione. Harry
didn�t worry. Although she did seem shocked when he told her, she was smart,
and he knew she would always get all the information she could before making a
decision about hhe fhe felt. At times, her analytical mind drove him crazy. But
then, times like now, it was a comfort. She would see how wonderful Sev is, and
all would be OK. But�Sev was off today, and Harry hoped he would be back to
himself soon. Maybe if I took his mind off of her, he thought.
"Filius, was it strange for you when you found out you were a
professor?" asked Harry.

"It wasn't too much of a
surprise. After all, we were here, at a school, for holiday. Although, I must
admit, a few of my first guesses were a little farfetched," said the
little wizard, chuckling. "Do you suppose it would do any harm to tell me
about myself a little, since this is the last day and all?" he asked, looking
hopeful.

"I guess it couldn't hurt to
tell you a few things. What would you like to know?"

"I don't know� the basics I
guess, how old amHarry was not
surprised t Breakfast when Ron and Hermione didn't show up,. He wrapped a bunch
of muffins and some pieces of fruit in anargearged napkin, and grabbed one of
the pitchers of juice. I, am I
very different from the man you know?"

Harry gave it some thought.
"Hm, well, I know that you were teaching when Ron's oldest brother was
here in the 80's, and I think I remember him once saying that you'd been here a
long time, even back then, so I guess you�re around Hagrid's age, about
70?" Harry laughed when Filius squeaked.

"70! Oh my, I've got quite a
few years of growth to my beard!"

"How did you know you usually
do have a beard?" asked Harry, making Severus laugh.

"It's an expression
Harry," explained Sev. Once again, Harry realized how many things that
were common to wizards went right over his head, even though Ron had taught him
and Hermione a lot of stuff.

"Let's see what else I could
think of�I know, you were once a dueling champion, and you�re the Head of House
for Ravenclaw." Filius' eyes grew wide. He was pleased to hear that he was
Head of House. It spoke volumes of a Professor, to hold such a title. "Actually, Severus is also a Head of
House, flythlytherin, " he said with a wink, when Sev looked up, hearing
he was also Head of House.
"How old is Severus?"
asked Filius, with a conspiratorial grin.

Harry almost gulped. He didn't want
to say that Severus was the same age as his Mum and Dad. "He's one of the
youngest teachers here. Maybe younger than McGonagall by about 40 or so
years." Harry answered, not mentioning that McGonagall was about the same
age as Filius. Harry could see that Severus wasn't going to let him off with
such a vague answer, but was saved by Hermione and Ron's appearance.

Harry introduced Hermione to Filius
and Sev. Grateful for the food, Ron munched on a blueberry muffin while
Hermione told Filius how thrilled she was to meet some of her revered teachers
as teens.

"It's so easy to think of
professors as fixtures in the school, always there. It's easy to forget you�re
real people, with lives outside of class."

"Yes they�re really human,
Hermione," Harry teased, just as McGonagall and Hooch walked by.
"Well, mostly human," he added, when Hooch glanced over with
her yellow eyes. Harry watched Hermione interact with Filius and Sev. Leave it
to her to point out, in the first five minutes, what Dumbledore had in mind all
along, or at least part of it. He heard Hermione gasp and realized Ron was
telling her about the water fight. Ron was making grand hand gestures, and
doing a fair impression of Dumbledore standing there with water dripping down
into his beard.

"Albus Dumbledore was willing
to take a hit for me," Ron said theatrically, with his hands over
his heart. Hermione was hysterical, listening to the antics that had gone on
throughout the week. Ron looked
suddenly at Severus, "I never did get you back for that shot." Ron
picked up a piece of fruit, chucking it at Sev. "I cast you back down to
the dungeons," he yelled.

Sev snatched the fruit out of the
air just as he did Harry's dinner roll that first night in the Great Hall. Severus bit into it, and smiled as the juice
from the kiwi dripped down his chin.

Hermione sat, stunned, with her
mouth slightly open. �Who would have thought that Ron and Severus Snape
would be joking around? And, God, is that my Potions Professor? He is sexy.� Hermione was interrupted from her immoral
thoughts about her teacher when Harry spoke up.

"You never told us about what
happened last night. Spill it!"

Hermione blushed; her eyes darted
to Flitwick and back again.

Filius stood up. "I think I'll
leave, so you children may have your story in privacy," he said with a
chuckle. "Sev? Would you like to come along and mingle over there wthe the
faculty?"

Harry and Ron burst out laughing
with the little wizard.

Severus shook his head. �I�m not
going anywhere. If I play my cards right, I could take off house points for
this, the day after tomorrow."

Ron almost fell over at the shocked
look on his girlfriend�s face.

Harry pulled out his note from Sev.
"Do you think you could add to your note here, that you will not kill me,
nor my chances at the house cup?"

Severus pulled out his note to
himself that he kept with him, and did a near perfect imitation of Harry
mocking him. He soon found himself tackled to the ground. Well, they were
already on the ground, but he was knocked over. Sev lay, pinned to the ground,
smiling up at Harry.

"What do you plan to do with
me now?" asked Sev, seductively

"Well, when Ron threw fruit at
you, it ended up in your mouth, I've thrown myself at you�"

"Are you calling yourself a
fruit, Harry", said Ron "because you hate when I do that. Oh� not in
front of me!" yelled Ron, as Sev and Harry kissed.

Hermione just watched. It was the
first time they had ever seen their friend acting affectionately with someone out
in the open. Harry looked immensely happy. "Do hush, Ron. I could watch those two all day.� �You're so
cute together." she addressed the new couple.

Severus realized he should consider who's watching them, as he
claimed Harry mouth for his own.

"Hermione," Sev said, in
a voice that made her glad she was sitting, because she suddenly felt weak in
the knees. "I don't do cute."
Sev picked Harry up, and sat up to face her. Ron watched his girlfriend
melting into a puddle at the sound of Severus� voice.

"Tell us your story,
Hermione," Ron said, changing the subject. Not that he was sure he knew
what the subject was, but he would rather hear her speaking, rather than making
him feel inadequate. Lucky for him, it worked, and she told her story.

"I am never going out with
that slut, Hannah Abbott, ever again!" Ron's eyes went wide at her
outburst. "I was supposed to floo into the Three Broomsticks to meet her
at 8:00. We were to stay for a while,
and then I'd spend the night at her house, before heading back today. I get
there and she's already sitting with two boys at the table. She had set the
whole thing up. Apparently, Kevin wouldn't take her out unless she could find
someone for his friend Owen. By 10:30 she had the both of them eating out of
her hand, and I'm up at the bar alone, trying to figure out if the front door
would be locked here at school. I expect you can't just walk right in here at
night, but you know that's not the kind of stuff they tell you about in Hogwarts,
a History."

"I win," yelled Harry.
Ron shushed him. Hermione turned scarlet and yelled.

"Ronald, you promised not to
make bets! Harry, you're encouraging him!"

Sev laughed at their banter. "What
did you bet on?" Sev asked.

"How long it would take for
her to say it."

Sev looked puzzled.

"Hogwarts (pause) a
History!" Harry and Ron chorused.

"Honestly," Hermione said
in a huff.

Ron put his arms around her,
pulling her close. "We�re sorry, sweetie, finish your story. I promise, no
more betting on you."

Sev was shaking from holding in his
laughter.

"There isn't much else to tell.
After a while, Hagrid, who was sitting at the other end of the bar, decided
he'd seen enough and took me back to Hogwarts, all the while giving me a
lecture on being more careful about with whom I spend my time.�

"Hermione, how did you get into
the Gryffindor tower? Thsswosswords were changed for the boys. The girls all
slept in the Ravenclaw tower this week," inquired Harry, suddenly
wondering why she was in her own bed last night.

Hermione's expression was
thoughtful. She seemed to be going over something in her head. But couldn�t get
all the pieces to her puzzle together.

"Head Girl and Boy have an
override password. We can always get into any common room," said Hermione.
Obviously, her thoughts were somewhere else. They sat in silence, enjoying the
spring day for a while. Hermione lay with her head on Ron's belly, until she
could hear him breathing heavier as he dozed off.

She sat up and looked over to Sev
with a smile. He smiled weakly back, but looked away quickly. "Would you
like to go for a walk, Severus? You don�t mind, do you, Harry?" she asked,
taking them both by surprise.

Harry shook his head, not minding.
He knew something was up with Sev, and she had obviously been working something
out. Since neither of them looked like they were going to tell him, he thought
it best to let them sort it out. He'd learned to trust her judgment in the
past, and he didn't want to push Sev, since he himself had things he didn't
want to talk about.

"Sure, why not," answered
Sev, after looking to Harry for his response. Harry sat next to his sleeping
friend, just as he had done for him the day before, as he watched Sev and
Hermione walk along the perimeter of the lake.

"Did you have a nice holiday,
Severus?"

"Yes. You have good
friends."

She was quiet for a moment as they
walked on. "I've never been closer to anyone, than I am with Ron and
Harry. You�re meeting them for the first time, so to speak. I'm interested in
what your opinion of them is, being our age, yourself, right now."

Severus watched her stop to pick a
little yellow flower. "Well�I
think Ron is a nice guy, though a little high-strung at times. He was very
friendly the first day, until I was introduced. Then he
became�protective." He struggled not to say 'jerk'. "He's more
relaxed now." Hermione chuckled
knowingly. "Harry is," he paused, not sure of what to say.
"Special."

She smiled at his words. His eyes
spoke volumes. That was a thought she never would have guessed she would have
about her Potions Professor.

"He is special, as much as he
hates to hear it. I think, coming from you, it would mean something more. He's
quite taken with you. I can see why." she finished with a blush, receiving
a smile in response. "I've never seen you smile before today; it lights up
your whole face." They walked a bit more, stopping occasionally for
Hermione to pick a small wild flower.

"I didn't ask you to go for a
walk to talk about the boys." Severus remained silent, waiting to see what
else she would say. "Did you cast an Obliviate spell on me?"

"Excuse me?"

"If I'm wrong, I will
apologize. But if I'm right, and you lie, Dumbledore will be able to find out. It's
against the law for a professor to cast Obliviate on a student."

Severus took a deep breath. "How
did you figure it out?" He was torn between feeling annoyed, and impressed
that she had managed to figure it out and was handling it calmly.

"First of all, Harry has known
where I sleep for years, but when he bounded onto my bed this morning, he was
surprised to see me. Then, I tried to undo the last spell I did on myself, and
it didn't work. The third thing I noticed was that a trunk with the initials FF
was by the bed across the room. It made sense that you would bunk with
Professor Flitwick, but I can't figure out why you didn't choose one of the
boys� dorm rooms to sleep in," she said, checking off the clues on her
fingers.

"We took the third years�
room, but it smelled horrid." Sev pulled a face as he remembered the 13
year olds� stinky room. He left out the fact that the other girls� dorm rooms
had posters of unicorns and kittens, but the seventh years� posters were of
quidditch pros wearing a lot less than the standard uniforms. It was no
contest.

"Severus, what happened that
you felt it necessary to take my memory from me?" She asked quietly, but
firmly.

"You have it figured out,
basically. It was just a misunderstanding, an embarrassing one," said Sev
miserably. "Some things are best left alone."

"I'm very uncomfortable with
this, and I have the right to my own memories. The Severus Snape I know is an
honorable man, and from what Harry tells me, you mean a lot to him. Harry
doesn't give of himself freely, so I trust that you wouldn't have done anything
to intentionally harm me." The more she thought of it, the more she wanted
to know.

Severus resigned himself to the
fact that he would have to give her the memory back, though he wished he could lose
it himself. "Perhaps you should sit down," he said, taking out his
wand. "Are you sure you want to do this? You were very upset; I thought it
was for the best." She bit her lip and nodded. Severus recited a stream of
Latin words and she suddenly wished she had thought to ask him how one goes
about reversing a spell like this one. Thoughts of the spell flew from her mind
as a new thought; a memory, was in its place.

-Last night- Hermione's POV

Hermione pulled off her robes and
muggle clothing, leaving on her camisole and silky boxers that hung low on her
hips. The boxers were a gift for Ron, but the 'I only wear boring white or
plaid cotton' boy never wore them, so she kept them for herself. "Huffleslut.
See if I help her with finals now. Ron is going to have a hissy fit when he
finds out." She said to herself, climbing into bed. As she settled in,
moving herself closer to the middle of the bed, she felt the warmth of a tall
body spooned next to her. �How romantic, Ron missed me and is sleeping in my
bed.�

Sev was slowly pulled from sleep as he felt a body snuggling
up to him. He put his arm around her middle, too sleepy to notice that the �firm�
was now a �soft� belly.

Hermione gave a happy sigh, as she
wriggled against his growing member and he placed soft kisses her shoulder. Sev
groaned as a hand fisted around his prick.

Wow. He did miss me, he's huge! "I
love you," she whispered.

"Oh� Harry," said Sev,
and then he heard a scream.

With a scramble for wands (hers on the
bedside table, his under the pillow), they both spoke, almost together.

"Lumos."

"Lumos."

He realized that when he pulled out his wand, there was a cotton
nightgown hanging off of it. Apparently, she kept it under her pillow.

She darted out a hand, grabbing the
garment from his wand tip, and held it against herself. �Oh my God! Ron will
never forgive me.� She thought as she began to hyperventilate. Tears
streamed down her face.

Severus climbed out of bed as
unobtrusively as possible. "I'm sorry. Obliviate!"

~End of memory~

Severus sat in the grass at a safe
distance from the girl. He watched as her expressions ranged from shock to
mortified. Now she sat, shaken, with her hand over her mouth, wiping at the
tears that weren't there, suddenly remembering the tears were from the memory.
It was as if it just happened, not having had the chance to sift through her
emotions of the experience.

"Are you okay?" he asked
tentatively.

She stayed silent.

"Do you want me to
leave?"

Still silent, Hermione shook her
head.

Sev sat in silence as the girl
deciphered her feelings about what had happened.
She thought about her actions and
how they would affect her relationship with Ron. She was of the belief that secrets
should not be kept when in a serious relationship. (Dumb girl) She
thought about what would happen if Harry and Severus were to end up together.
Would Ron ever be this relaxed around Sev again? Probably not, and that would
put a tremendous strain on the friendship between him and Harry. I climbed
into bed with a professor and stroked his�

Sev looked up when he heard the
gasp. She had her hand over her mouth again in disbelief.

"May I have the parchment in
you pocket?" she asked, keeping her voice as steady as possible, which
wasn�t very.

Sev handed over his notes without a
second thought. He watched as she
unrolled the scrap paper, found the charcoal pencil inside, and wrote on the
back of it. "Some things are best left alone."

She said it aloud as she wrote.
"Severus, I �I'm sorry I insisted you do this. You were right."

"Are you certain?" he
asked, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping a single tear from her
face.

She nodded solemnly.

"Finite Incantatum." The memory was once again gone.

Hermione looked down at the note
she had been clutching, read it, recognized her own handwriting, and sighed.
She could remember her conversation with Severus after the memory, but not the
memory itself. It was an odd sensation. They sat in silence for a while longer.
Severus wondered how she would act now. He wasn't overly comfortable with
girls. He thought, Harry had been so excited for me to meet her; she must
mean a lot to him.

He also thought about the brief
moment when he thought it was Harry saying, 'I love you'.

When they walked back to where Ron
and Harry were, Severus was greeted by Harry�s warm smile. Hermione put her
head on Ron's shoulder and cuddled in next to him.

Harry looked around to see if
McGonagall, Hooch, or anyone else was around, beforllinlling Sev down to where
he sat. "Everything all right?" he asked softly in Sev�s ear.

Sev smiled. "Yes, it is
now." Harry smiled again, warmly gazing into Sev's eyes for the longest
time. Sev put his hand on Harry�s shoulder, sliding up to caress his neck, then
into his hair, before slowly pulling him close for a kiss.

Harry closed his eyes as he felt
the press of soft lips on his. A hot tongue brushed his lips, asking for
entrance.

Neither of them noticed the hazel eyes
watching their passionate kiss. Hermione turned back to cuddle with her lover,
a contented smile gracing her face.
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