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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Fourteen
Snape turned Hermione over to her friends, promising to return after the castle had turned in for the night. He purposely ran into McGonagall under the pretense of giving her a report on how Hermione was doing with her extra Potions lessons and their check ins. As he knew she would, McGonagall took the opportunity to fill Snape in about Hermione's parents and the increase in security surrounding the girl.
"Minerva, where I understand and appreciate your worry about her safety, I believe that while she is on campus no one can hurt her," Snape insisted.
"And yet, the final battle of the second Wizarding War was fought on these grounds, Severus," Minerva sighed and rubbed her temples with her finger tips. "Whoever these people are, they are targeting Miss Granger. She is wanted by them. Do you realize that these Muggle-born children and young adults are disappearing with no trace? Their families murdered in their wake?" She paused before continuing in a pinched voice. "There was a message carved into her parents' mirror, Severus."
Severus felt his blood go cold. "What do you mean, a message?"
"It said ‘We're coming for you, Mudblood.’"
It took every ounce of control Snape had not to fly into a frenzied rage. He would murder anyone who even thought about harming the girl! He gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"How would you feel if we set up quarters near yours for Miss Granger?"
Snape had to bite back a splutter even as his heart leapt. He fucking loved the idea. "What exactly do you mean, Minerva?" He played dumb.
"I dislike that she is alone at night, even with McMillian across the hall from her." McGonagall looked grim. "I don't like the idea of moving her back to Gryffindor dorms. We've learned from past experience how difficult it is to get into the commons." Her voice was sardonic.
"I think if we did a bit of magical reconstruction, we could expand your chambers and set up a private room off the opposite side of your bathroom for the girl to sleep in at night. She can continue to use her room for privacy, her things, studying, and her own bathroom, etc. I would just like her to retire to your quarters at night to sleep. It would be the only time during the day she would be vulnerable within the walls of this castle if someone were to impregnate our securities."
"I hardly think this is an appropriate solution, Minerva," Snape sneered. "I would certainly prefer my privacy. I'm sure Miss Granger would as well."
McGonagall's lips thinned. "Humor me, Severus."
"As long as you can guarantee her quarters would be separate enough from mine that we would not accidently run into each other in some state of undress. I do believe that would make things exceedingly…awkward." For the first time in as long as Snape could remember, he struggled with a lie.
Minerva snorted. "I will figure something out with combing the use of your loo so that when one enters, the other door locks automatically. I want her door to be inside your office and not accessible from the hallway. You will ward it each night. I will take care of it tomorrow. As for tonight, Potter and Weasley have agreed to stay in her chamber."
Snape had to grit his teeth. Potter, fine. Weasley…he didn't trust the freckled nosed imbecile. "Would you like me to kip on the couch in her room tonight as well, Headmistress?" he asked sarcastically. In her state of worry, she was bound to find it a swell idea.
McGonagall's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Are you offering?" she said placidly.
"Bloody hell, Minerva," he growled. "You can't be serious. I think you're overreacting." Inside he celebrated.
The headmistress's eyebrows all but disappeared into her hairline. "Since you offered so kindly, Severus, I think I will have you kip on the couch. Given the circumstances..." She trailed off.
Snape didn't bother to hide his incredulous snort, it fit both his elation that she played into his hands and the fact he wanted her to think he was disgusted with the idea.
"He didn't stop after you told him to?" Ginny hissed.
"Well, no, not right away," Lizzie whispered back, both girls glanced over at Ron and Harry who were playing a game of wizarding chess on the opposite side of Hermione's bed.
"Why in the world do you feel guilty?" Ginny murmured furiously. "He assaulted you!"
"No," Lizzie disagreed, waving a hand.
Ginny gave an incredulous grunt. "Merlin's bloody bollocks he didn't," she muttered. "Anything after you said stop was done without your consent or willing participation. You should have turned him in to McGonagall."
"No." Lizzie shook her head, but a niggling of doubt flipped through her mind. Draco hadn't assaulted her…had he?
"Lizzie, c'mon," Ginny whispered. "You're so much smarter than this. Do not let him make you feel guilty. You asked him to stop and he didn't. You had to get physical to get him off you! You did nothing wrong."
Her confusion only increased. "He said he was sorry…?" She trailed off, leaving it a question. "I don't think he meant to scare me. I mean – I said stop, but I was kissing him back. I'm sure he was confused, too."
"Confused or not, you told him no and he should have respected that."
A small feeling of relief slipped through Lizzie's chest. It was almost as if she just had needed permission to be upset with him – that it was as much his fault as hers. Ginny was right, what Draco had done was wrong. She had told him to stop and he hadn't. Did she still think the whole damn situation was a misunderstanding? Yes. However, she really had no reason to feel guilty for her part in it. He should absolutely be sorry for scaring her the way he did, and for not stopping like a proper gentleman.
She wasn't going to give up on her entire part of the blame in this situation, though. She had made the wrong decision. She had been foolish about the situation. She had been kissing him back even while she told him to stop. He had apologized, and she knew he had meant it. He told her he lost his head, he had asked her forgiveness. She would forgive him. Really, she already had, but they would need to talk about what happened. That was…if he would ever even talk to her again. They would both have trust issues after the encounter.
A loud knock sounded at the door and Hermione shot upright in bed, bleary eyes peering through the dim room. Just a roaring fire cut the darkness in the corner hearth. "Who is it?" she choked out, her voice was rough from her day of tears and grief.
"It's all right, Hermione." Ginny stood with a tender look. "I've got it."
She pulled the door open to find Snape on the other side, the redhead wordlessly stepped out of the way to let him in and couldn't help herself from staring at his bum while he walked past. Well, as unattractive as I find him, he certainly has that going for him. She thought with a small snort of approval. Harry caught her eye with an incredulous look and she felt her face flush. For the love of all that is magical, she chided herself. My boyfriend just caught me checking out Snape's arse.
"It's late, ladies, if you don't head back to your dorms soon, you'll be out past curfew," Snape told Lizzie and Ginny while surveying the room. Hermione was looking at him like there was no one else in the world and it was completely distracting. He had even kept his usual cool disdain out of his voice.
"Yes, professor." Lizzie responded immediately. She took a moment to hug Hermione and wave at the boys. Ginny had crossed the room to kiss Harry goodnight. She stopped by the bed again to squeeze Hermione's hand and give her a reassuring smile.
"We'll see you in the morning, sweetie," she told her friend. The door closed softly behind them a few moments later.
"Headmistress McGonagall has requested I sleep on your couch tonight, Miss Granger," he expressed, trying not let a sneer cross his face as both boys exchanged a horrified look behind Hermione's back. "Potter and Weasley were also given permission to stay. Are you okay with this arrangement?"
Hermione's face flushed slightly, it was a beautiful look on her. "Yes," she answered. She looked tired, purple smudges under her eyes told him he was correct. Even with red-rimmed eyes, tear tracks, and the uncontrollable mop that substituted for her hair, she was lovely.
"You should go wash up, love," he said softly, reaching a hand to gently brush a lock of hair out of her eyes. "You'll feel better if you take a hot shower."
She nuzzled her face into his hand, never breaking her eyes from him.
"Check-mate!" Came a low growl. Weasley was glaring at the place where Hermione's face was pressed into his hand. He quickly curled his fingers and pulled away from her. He had never been, and probably never would be, good at public displays of affection. It was torture being so close to her and having to distance himself so far. Especially when he knew she needed him.
Hermione's face turned to take in her friends. She had been so grateful for them today. She wouldn't have survived without their presence. She was glad McGonagall had them come with for her world-shattering news. They'd helped her through the initial shock of grief better than anyone else could have. However, she couldn't deny that right now, more than anything, she wanted them to go. She wanted to – needed to – be alone with Severus. She knew he could make her forget the horrors in her life, even if only for a while.
She let out a slow, easy breath, watching Ron and Harry watch Severus with wary eyes. "I know you have questions." She appraised the pair and startled blue and green eyes turned to her. "Ask them."
Snape raised an eye brow, assessing the young woman who was sitting on one hip in the middle of her bed. Without turning to him, she reached for his hand. When he gave it to her, she tugged on him, indicating for him to sit with her. He gingerly perched on the edge of the bed, sliding to bring one knee up. He braced himself on his palm and relished the fact that she leaned into his shoulder without a second thought.
Both boys looked at her with gaping mouths. Harry was the first to come back to himself. "When?"
"Officially? Right after term started," she answered with no preamble. "Unofficially, I've been pursuing him since July."
Snape raised an eyebrow at the back of her bushy head and held back a guffaw at Weasely's look of disgust.
"You've been…pursuing…him…" Harry trailed off, flummoxed.
"Yes, you will not pin this on him," she stated firmly. "I am not being taken advantage of." Mmhm, thought so. She raised her eyebrows at him, he had the grace to tinge pink a bit.
"Bloody hell." Was all Ron could say.
After a few moments of silence, Harry continued.
"Why?"
Hermione hesitated. How the hell to make them understand?
"I'd love to hear the real answer to that one myself, Miss Granger," Snape murmured low in her ear. His breath tickled past the sensitive skin there and an involuntary shiver ran up her back. She looked at him with wide eyes, he cocked his head to the side in question. He knew he could just look, she never tried to keep him out. He was somewhat afraid of what he wanted the answer to be, however.
"Why not?" She finally retorted after a long pause.
"I can think of a hundred reasons," Ron fumed sulkily.
"Good thing your reasons don't matter," she said waspishly. That shut him up, Snape wanted to gloat, but kept himself in check. These were teenage boys, he was an adult.
"But…seriously, Hermione -," Harry started.
"I don't want to fight, Harry," she whispered. "I'm so tired."
Green eyes searched brown. "You're happy with him?"
Snape wanted to jeer and at the same time he was impressed the boy had the balls to ask that question while he was sitting right behind her.
"Very." The word left her mouth with no hesitation, no note of falsities. Snape felt a warmth spread through his body and, without even realizing it, a stupid grin crossed his face.
"Me, too," he whispered, nuzzling the back of her head with his nose. She made a small whimpering noise in the back of her throat and leaned back into him turning her face so his nose brushed her ear.
Harry wasn't blind, he'd seen the look Snape got on his face when she answered his question even if he couldn't hear the words the man whispered back into his best friend's ear. Had he ever seen this formidable professor smile in person before? When Hermione's face, so distraught with the day's happenings, broke into a silly smile he knew instantly that Ginny and Lizzie had been right. They had to be in love. Nobody looked like that just because they were happy.
"I can't stay here," Ron muttered, seeing the look of incredulity on Harry's face. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I can't support this."
"Ron!" Hermione pulled herself of the bed quickly and Snape had to restrain himself from tearing the boy apart at the surprised hurt in her voice.
"Don't 'Ron!' me," he snarled at her, and she looked stunned.
"Ron," Harry warned.
"I can't believe you're just going to sit there and accept this!" Ron groused, turning on his friend. "He's a teacher – she's a student. I don't care that she's nineteen – this is not okay! And it's fucking SNAPE!"
"Am I put off by this?" Harry exclaimed, not letting the sound that escaped Snape's throat divert him, even if it was horrifying. "Yes, I am. It's weird, and a bit – well – unexpected, obviously, but when's the last time you saw Hermione smile like that?"
Hermione had stopped at the foot of her bed, watching her two best friends yell at each other over her relationship with another man. Her heart warmed at Harry's words even as it sank at Ron's anger. Snape watched her with a guarded expression. This was probably that other boot. Her friends didn't approve. She wouldn't stay with him.
"Of course, I want Hermione to be happy," Ron growled at him. "But not like this. Outside of Draco Malfoy, there's no one else I would want to see her with less than Snape. I wanted her to be happy with me. If it couldn't be me, at least it should be someone worthy of her!"
The air whooshed out Hermione's lungs as tears sprung to her eyes for the millionth time that day. "Ron," she whispered, heart breaking at his words. He threw a dark look in her direction.
"I loved you," he accused. "You didn't even give us a chance."
The tears spilled over. "I couldn't, I knew it wasn't right. You guys are my family – the brothers I never had!"
"You broke it off because you had some sick infatuation with an old man," he spat at her.
"Ron, that's not fair!" Harry placed a hand on Ron's shoulder at the incredulous gasp that left Hermione. "We were all under a lot of pressure. You shouldn't blame - "
"Shut it, Harry," Ron shouted, ripping himself out of Harry's grasp. "You're insane for accepting this. I'm telling McGonagall."
"You won't." Snape's voice was deadly and froze the three teens in mid-argument. Somehow, he was standing, feet hip width apart, a snarl firmly in place on his angular face. None of them had noticed him get off the bed. In fact, all three had all but forgotten he was present.
"Mimblewimble," he muttered, pointing his wand at Ron's mug. Ron felt a whoosh of cold air and the unpleasant feeling of his tongue rolling back in his mouth before returning to normal. He gagged.
"If you didn't recognize that, it was the tongue-tying curse. I can appreciate your anger, Mr. Weasley. I even applaud it. You will not ruin my career or Hermione's academic pursuits because you are jealous. She chose to let you know our secret. She trusted you. Think long and hard about where you want your relationship to go with her before you say or do something you regret."
Ron looked thunderstruck. Without another word, he turned to Harry. "You coming?"
"I'm staying," Harry said firmly. "Hermione lost her parents today, Ron. I'm not going to walk out on her."
The redhead looked abashed for a second, then slowly met Hermione's eyes. "I can't stay." He looked ashamed. He knew the fresh tear marks on her face were his fault this time. "I'm sorry."
Hermione gave a jerky nod. "I understand, Ron." Even though she didn't want to, even though she just wanted to be angry with him. She did understand. "Thank you for being here with me today."
Ron made his way to the door, he hesitated for a moment, but then pulled it open and left without a backward glance.
"Harry, you should go with him," Hermione murmured after a moment of heavy silence.
"Wha-? No." Harry said firmly. "I will stay."
"I will be fine. Severus will stay with me," she whispered softly. Harry looked wildly to Snape and then back to his friend.
"I think that's what he's worried about, love." Snape had stepped up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
She covered his hand with hers. "Harry, you know who he is. You can trust him, and even if you're still not fully sure, you can trust me."
Harry drew himself up and stared at the couple in front of him. Snape was looking at Hermione the way he had seen him look at his mother in the pensive. Like there was no other witch on the planet. Hermione had leaned back into him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Like the warmth of his presence was the same as her favorite old jumper.
They didn't even look odd together like one might think, they complimented each other. Pale skin, dark hair, dark eyes. Dark chocolate and milk chocolate. Feminine tucked into a masculine form. Even their age difference did not strike him as strange – it just…worked. And the look on Hermione's face…he had never seen her look like that. Even when she had thought she was in love with Ron.
"I do trust you, I'm just worried about you," he insisted. "You're my sister, Hermione. This is weird. No offense professor."
Snape did not reply, but he saw laughter in the man's eyes even as his face stayed neutral…which startled him. Snape…laughing?
"I love you, Harry," she murmured, taking the few steps between them and wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her back automatically, face burying in her hair. "I know this is peculiar for you. I didn't want it to be. I was going to figure out a way to tell you two with a little more subtly," she stepped back and gripped both his hands in hers. "I need to be alone with him, though, and I think Ron needs you."
Harry watched her carefully for another thirty seconds, searching her eyes for any hints of subterfuge. "Okay." He finally agreed. He turned his attention to Snape. The man raised an eyebrow in question.
"This is going to sound horribly cliché," he started.
"Then don't say it!" Hermione broke him off in exasperation. "He'll be good to me. He is good to me."
Harry gave a curt nod and sighed. "If you're not at breakfast, I'm coming here to get you."
"Deal."
He hugged her one more time, gave Snape another pointed stare, and then left the room to follow Ron.
"That was fun." Snape deadpanned as he welcomed Hermione back into his arms. He dropped a gentle kiss to her forehead and relished how her eyes swept close as she leaned into it. She gave a gentle snicker as she lay her head on his chest.
"I want you to go take that shower, now," he told her after a moment. "It will help you relax."
"I want you to join me," she whispered, raising her lips to his in a tender kiss.
He pulled back, eyes narrowing down at her.
"Make me forget? For just a little while? Please?"
"Oh, Hermione," he murmured, dropping another kiss onto her upturned lips. It went from gentle to frenzied in mere seconds. "Shower," he muttered around her kisses, and had the wherewithal to throw a ward at the door as she pulled him into the bathroom.
She had already started the shower before he closed the door to the loo and was back at him, running her hands over his chest, pulling his shoulders down while she stood on her tip toes to kiss him. She wasted no time drawing his tongue into her mouth and he stifled a groan at her urgency.
"Slow down," he chided around her kisses. "We have all night."
"Mmm." She whinged in noncommitment, frenzied fingers frantically fumbling with his frock coat. "No, fast," she begged. "Hard."
Bloody hell, I've created a monster! He groaned, but was eager. He often held back, not wanting to scare the piss out of her. "Rough?" he questioned, simultaneous grasping her blouse and ripping it apart, buttons flying.
"Ahh!" She gasped at the sensation, arching into him. "Yes," she hissed. They continued to undress each other in a hurry, frantic kisses turned into lascivious snogging.
Their teeth clashed, each trying to penetrate the other to the deepest extent. When their mouths weren't molded together, he was running his teeth and tongue along the tendons of her neck. He bit, leaving a mark and she groaned.
No more holding back in the future! He pulled away and she snarled at his loss. He grabbed his wand and they were both completely naked, the clothes in a pile on the opposite side of the room. She launched herself at him, and his wand clattered to the ground as he scooped her up by the bum, spreading and massaging her cheeks. She moaned as her legs lifted and wrapped around him, his pulsating cock pressed to her low belly. Continuing to kiss her as if it was how he acquired breath, he stepped into the steaming water. He wasted no time pressing her up against the cold tile wall. She arched away, squealing at the cold, but this only served his purpose. He reangled himself and slammed into her dripping pussy, hard.
Her cries of pleasure were muffled with the rushing water around them, he gave her no time to adjust. Just gripped her hips hard in his hand, set his feet firmly to the rough stone floor, pulled all the way out and rammed in again.
"Yes," she choked, white lights sparkling before her eyes as her vision went blurry.
Her pussy felt like molten lava, he was afraid he was going to lose it before she even remotely had the chance to build to climax. He toned it back just a bit and dropped a love bite to one of her upturned tits. She whimpered and squirmed.
"Bite me again," she begged. He complied, soothing it with a hot tongue after. He needed to concentrate on keeping a hold of her slippery body and not falling himself. He readjusted his feet, bit the inside of his cheek, and set a grueling pace.
Each loss of him brought him back harder and deeper. Hermione felt as if he were trying to split her in two, and it was exactly what she wanted. Her head knocked against the tile wall as his prick pummeled her pussy. When he slipped a hand between them and started playing her sweet spot like a perverse instrument, she was done.
"Sever-unnhhhh!" She screamed, not able to finish calling his name as all coherent thoughts fled. She gasped as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced tore through her body. Snape looked at her in shock. Her orgasm had come out of nowhere. He'd been able to time her down to a science after the last two months. He increased his speed and intensity, digging his fingers into her hips as she bucked through her climax.
"Sweet Circe!"Hhe groaned as the increase in tempo and her milking muscles ripped his orgasm straight out of his bollocks. "Fuck, yes!"
He crushed her to the wall as wave after wave of his seed poured into her depths and she held him to her, murmuring words of praise and thanks into his ear. It was in that moment he realized he was in love with her, and it terrified him.
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