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Outside the Potions Classroom	By : HappilyJaded Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Outside the Potions Classroom
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
- 16-Fifteen
- 17-Sixteen
- 18-Seventeen
- 19-Eighteen
- 20-Nineteen
- 21-Twenty
- 22-Epilogue
- 14
- 15
- 16
Outside the Potions Classroom

Chapter Fourteen

The next several weeks were something of a daze for Severus. The school year had taken full swing and he found himself overwhelmed by grading, detentions, Head of House duties, Quidditch matches, private research projects and finding time to spend with Hadrian. Granted Hogwarts now held more students than it ever had in the past, Severus couldn�t believe he had accomplished the same workload plus played double agent for Dumbledore. The thought of having to play such a role now flabbergasted him.

Maybe he was just getting old. It was a reasonable assertion.

He had to busy himself, less he start to think about her.

Ever since that evening at the Hog�s Head, he often found his thoughts wandering into her direction. So much of the dust from the past had been cleaned and cleared in the wake of those two days, but still so much more was lingering in the back of his mind.

He often wondered if she thought about him. Such foolishness he dared not admit aloud, but it nagged at him. He knew his life would never be the same after � so he imagined neither could hers.

Part of him wanted to owl her or floo, reach out to her and find out if what he felt had been an illusion, or if it was simply senility coming on early. He had to be out of his mind if he thought they could start over.
Or was he?

The happiest times of his life included her. He remembered laying in bed together, awash in post-coital glow, her face more radiant than he had ever seen as she watched him read to her. He remembered their first real kiss, unaffected by the lust potion, soft and deliberate and how it had left him breathless. He remembered how she would softly snore into his shoulder as she slept and how he didn�t dare move her away, lest he disturb her.

Amusing how only a month before, he would have looked at their time together and simply written it off as fucking. Or how he would have even considered having her get rid of their child. How much a person can change in such a small period of time was really quite astonishing. He was such an example.

But he was trying not to think about such things. He was deliberately keeping busy to avoid it in the first place.

So why was he lying in bed at night thinking about it?

Maybe it was the fact she had invited him for dinner again.

That had to be it.

Dinner would include Hadrian, and was set for October 31st. He wondered why she would choose Hollow�s Eve for an evening of polite conversation and family connivance, didn�t she know that was when all the bad spirits were out?

Apparently that wasn�t going to detour Hermione Granger. She also promised that the man-boy wonder would not be anywhere in sight, which was a hopeful sign. He could still hardly believe how much she relied on them still, even though Hadrian admitted it was usually quite the opposite.

Perhaps he didn�t understand because he didn�t exactly have �friends� like that. Not that he was jealous or anything.

But Halloween approached quickly, and thankfully it was on a Sunday. The previous evening had been the Halloween dance, an atrocious affair that he had the misfortune of chaperoning. The great hall appeared to have thrown up orange and black streamers and balloons, pumpkins carved to have triangle eyes, and paper skeletons seemed to litter the walls. If the d�cor wasn�t enough to make one gag, the food was. The house-elves had been instructed to prepare the usual faire � shaped like body parts. Like shortbread cookies that resembled fingers. It had not been Severus� taste and he was thankful to dismiss everyone at eleven o�clock sharp, threatening detentions with Filch should any student meander.

Hadrian had loved it, and made as much clearer to his mother when they arrived at six thirty the next day.

Initially, when they reached the Granger abode, Severus had been confused. It didn�t appear that anyone was home. Hadrian took it in stride, opening the door to reveal a well-lit house full of warmth from the chilly October air.

�I had to cast a Disillusionment charm on the house since a few years ago�I got egged for giving the neighborhood children fruit and toothbrushes, so since that incident, I decided to just appear not home on Halloween,� she explained.

�Egged?�

�I forget you�ve not done much the Muggle way, sorry, Severus,� she smiled, and he had to admit his name never sounded sweeter. �Egging means that the neighborhood children threw eggs at my front door to retaliate. Often they are rotten, so I suppose I got lucky.�

�What little bastards,� he replied, and then added quickly, �If you excuse my language and do not repeat it, Hadrian Snape.�

Hadrian just smiled. He had stated earlier that he was simply happy having his father and mother to dinner together again. �A real family dinner!� he exclaimed. Hadrian knew that they had come to an agreement and would be pleasant towards each other from now on, but Severus had chosen not to elaborate why. As much as he and Hermione both stressed honesty as parents, Severus felt that love and sex relationships were still concepts Hadrian was not ready to understand � especially when his parents were still pretty confused on the topic.

Hermione had tried to cook � Severus had spied take-out containers peeking out from under the garbage can lid. He was going to comment on it � but she either worked too late or wanted to impress him with something other than her usual less than gourmet cooking ability. Maybe he could teach her to cook properly, it was no different than potion-making in a way.

Hadrian however, spoke up about it. He had inherited much boldness from his mother. �Mum, are you really going to pretend you made this ham by yourself?�

Hermione calmly wiped her mouth with a napkin and set it down quietly. Then she burst into laughter. Hadrian soon joined her and even Severus found himself chuckling. �I guess it was too much. I did made the potatoes!�

�Mum!� Hadrian gasped, �All you do is boil them!�

�It was hard!� she giggled. �I had to watch the pot like a hawk.�

�Nevertheless, you did make all of our favorites and everything is quite good� even if some of the potatoes are slightly� tough.�

Hermione gaped, �Bugger it all! I didn�t even make that right?�

Hadrian and Severus laughed harder. �Oh Mum, you�re hopeless in the kitchen!�

�No, no, there is hope if you are willing to learn the discipline that comes with being a chef. You should have cut the potatoes more evenly, like mandrake roots in Restorative Draught,� Severus explained. �Obviously you wish to make edible meals for your family, so all that is required is more effort and patience on your part and I�m sure your ability will improve greatly. Although your lack thereof is quite disconcerting. I thought you were a Know-It-All?�

Hermione laughed again. �Sadly, I have to relinquish my title to the next most inquisitive person at Hogwarts,� she gestured to their son with a smile. �Who scored perfectly on their last Transfiguration essay?�

Dinner conversation stayed as light and relaxed the entire evening. Over dessert � store bought cookies and tea � they reminisced about Hermione�s first year, and Severus�s. Severus explained how awful his first year was, despite some of its better aspects, like leaving home, which made it all the more agreeable.

�I was simply pleased to be rid of my parents. Speaking of which, this Christmas, I apologize, but you will have the misfortune of meeting my mother. Both of you,� he added sombrely, ignoring the fact that Hermione�s eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

�Really, Grandma Snape? What is she like?� Hadrian inquired.

�Dementors can be more forgiving. But I promise it will be a brief visit,� Severus replied.

�Do you see your mother often?� Hermione asked.

Severus shook his head. �On Christmas and her birthday. Otherwise I try to avoid her. You�ll find out why.�

�This Christmas, we can still visit Gran and Gramps, right?� Hadrian asked, his voice soft.

�Of course. We�ll be flooing from Snape Manor,� Severus stated. �Your mother is coming too.�

�What!?� Hermione looked startled.

�We did discuss it after all, however briefly. And we might as well go to the Manor so Hadrian can see his Snape heritage,� he added plainly. �Is there a problem with that?�

Hermione shook her head, a small smile extending over her features. �No, but I have to warn you, my parents will probably not be so forgiving. They might give you the first degree.� Noting his confusion, she elaborated. �They might give you a hard time.�

Severus shrugged. �I�m sure I�ll survive. They are only Muggles after all.�

Hadrian and Hermione exchanged knowing looks.

They sat at the table talking over tea for a while before the clock in the hall chimed eleven times.

�Dear me, it�s already past curfew!� Hermione noted, yawning.

�Lucky for me, my Dad is Head of Slytherin,� Hadrian boasted happily.

�You will still lose ten for being out late. I might however reward them back because tonight has been so��

�Pleasant,� Hermione finished, her eyes shining as she rose from her seat. �I thought so too.�

�Much better than the last dinner anyway.� Hadrian laughed, following suit. �Isn�t it so much better when we try to get along?�

�Quite. But your mother is correct, we should be getting back.� Severus rose and followed Hermione into the hall where she was procuring their traveling cloaks. �Thank you, Hermione. Tonight really has been agreeable.�

�Thank you as well, Severus.� She smiled. She pulled Hadrian into her arms. �And you! You better earn lots of House points, remember to floss, eat your veggies and be good to your professors. I don�t want any of them sending me grievance notes, especially not in Potions.�

�Mum!� Hadrian squeezed her tightly back. �I always do those things, I�m not a dunderhead.�

She squealed and began to tickle him. �I know, I know. But you are after all, my little baby.�

�Not so little anymore, but yeah,� Hadrian blushed as he met his father�s amused eye, embarrassed to have his mother doting on him so.

Hermione straightened up and met Severus� eye. �Thanks again for coming, Severus.� She reached for him then, standing on the tips of her toes so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders.

He pulled her a little closer, taking in the smell of her jasmine shampoo, the lingering spice smell on all of them, her natural pleasant smell. Much like he remembered her smelling, and it was like heaven. He almost didn�t want to let go.

But it was time to go. When they broke apart, she was blushing, as was Hadrian.

�Don�t get any ideas, young man,� his mother scolded, although it lacked any heat.

They waved again and Apparated off her front step.

�It was a good night, wasn�t it Dad?� Hadrian asked as they walked through the heavy Hogwarts gate.

It really was.

Tbc.
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