The Reluctant Highlander | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“SEVERUS!” Hermione shrieked, launching herself at her
lover. Pince barely got out of the way
without being clotheslined by the Head Girl, who
barreled into Severus’ arms and knocked him flat on his back on the cot he had
been standing in front of. “Darling, darling, darling!” she exulted,
kissing him all over his surprised face before bursting into tears and blubbing into his neck.
He comforted her, all the while reassuring her that, yes, it was really
him until her tears dried up and she sat on his lap gazing up at him with shining
eyes. Then her eyes narrowed. “Hey! You took two thousand points from
Gryffindor! Give them back,” she threatened.
Severus was nonplussed at the abrupt emotional switch and blinked down
at her.
“Lovely
to see you again as well, my dear…and might I remind you that you threw me out of your window? You’ll have to work that beautiful tail off
gaining back every single point which you single-handedly caused to be
lost. And what are you looking at? Go
away,” Severus yelled at the other teachers who were sighing and clasping their
hands together happily at the reunion.
Minerva prissed up her lips, Irma raised her
eyebrows, Poppy
gave him a tut-tut (she knew he hated it whenever someone tutted
at him), and Albus just looked at him reproachfully over those ridiculous half-moon
spectacles that were shortly going to be lodged up the old man’s….Albus
obviously caught this last and whirled to leave, summoning the others behind him
to protect against an unexpected invasion of his private parts by wire-rimmed
eyewear. As soon as they were all gone,
Severus scooped her up and conveyed her to the Floo connection swiftly and
threw in a handful of powder. Well, as
swiftly as one can move with a wriggling young woman in your arms trying to
spell open your trousers. “Hang-hang on a minute,” he
gasped. “Dungeons,
Snape’s quarters!”
The Floo spat them out into darkness, and a swift “Incendio!”
from Hermione was needed to light the huge fireplace. Another quick spell had the warm air
circulating nicely and the temperature in the room was shortly comfortable
enough to be naked – not that either of them wanted to wait. Clothes were being
discarded at an alarming rate. “You’re
not getting naked fast enough,” Hermione scolded, and flicked her wand at both
of them so that the disrobing process was finally complete. He laughed and tossed her onto his bed,
joining her immediately.
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Hermione twined her arms around Severus’ shoulders as he
nudged apart her legs and slid between them, his eyes even darker than usual
with passion. “I thought-ahhh!-that you were dead…yes, there, so good….mmmmaaahhh….” she
climaxed almost immediately when he thrust into her core, and she dug her nails
into his skin so hard that he grunted.
“As you can tell by now, I’m very much alive,” he assured as
he shifted inside her. Kissing his way
down her neck, he arched his back so that he could leave a lovebite
on the curve of her breast, then rolled to hold her
above him so that he could lean to lick and suck her nipples. She moaned appreciatively and wriggled her
hips in the way that always drove him wild – his hands gripped her thighs as he
bucked up from the bed in reaction, and he rolled them back over so that he had
the top once more. “Wicked witch,”
Severus breathed. She started to giggle
at his unintentional “Wizard of Oz” reference.
“Is that funny? Is this funny?” He pounded harder until laughing was the last
thing on her mind.
“N-no…oh god, I’m cumming again..!” she climaxed with a
scream and felt him still moving within her, still giving her the same
delicious sensations to prolong her enjoyment.
Only when she had come down from her high did he pursue his own
pleasure, jet eyes narrowing in gratification as his loins shivered and he
spent deep within her…but instead of an inarticulate noise of ecstasy as she
was used to hearing him make, or even her name, he said something completely
unexpected.
“Marry me,” he gasped.
“Excuse me?”
“You. Me. Matrimony.” He pulled
out and collapsed beside her, pushing his long hair back from his face.
“No, not that, I
understood you the first time…you didn’t stutter!”
“I was practicing, can’t you tell?”
“Oh, Sevvy!”
she assailed his face with kisses once more.
“Don’t call me that.
So will you, or not? I have them lining up, you know – if you don’t say
yes, I’ll just get another,” he threatened.
“Of course I will, who could pass up the chance to be Mrs.
Greasy Git?”
“That’s not humorous in the slightest. I had an extremely
overactive scalp during my unfortunate adolescence, and there is nothing
remotely adolescent about me at this point in time.”
Hermione laughed and snuggled close. “I certainly know that, Mr. Git. You’ve proven that time and time again. Isn’t it about time for another demonstration
of your mature state?”
“Mature is also pushing it.”
“Pardon me, my good sir.
How about calling you extremely Virile and Vigorous in lieu of other
titles?”
“That I can live with. Come here.”
She came.
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They spent the next day alternating between making love, and
talking about what had happened. Severus
kissed the tiny scar on her stomach whenever it was visible, which was a
majority of the time since they could hardly keep their wits about them, along
with keeping their clothes on their backs.
A discretely Flooed letter from the Headmaster
informed them that they would have to return to their normal roles in the
morning, and that Severus would do well to stay clear of Minerva, who was on
the war path about the point deduction.
She had started awarding Gryffindors points for such things as tying
their laces properly, whistling in tune, and having their ties knotted just so,
only to find that as soon as one ruby appeared in the Hourglass, it zoomed
right back out again to pay the debt.
Hermione’s parents, having been apprised of the situation, expected a
visit from Severus as soon as possible.
This made him grumble, and Hermione laughed at him. “Oh, look, love….he says that, since you missed
classes, you can either make up the work or given a pass on the subject
matter. Since it was another staff
member’s property that made you miss school.”
He smiled, knowing that his witch would rather cut off her wand hand
than miss an opportunity to have extra work waiting for her.
“What about you though, Sev? You’ll
have to get with the substitute to find out what your students have been
doing.”
He flopped down beside her on the bed, eyeing the small
witch who was currently wearing one of his shirts – the hem reached past her
knees, and she looked as though she were swimming in it. He tried to remember what each year was
working on when they had left. “If
whoever it was followed the syllabus for each year group, I shouldn’t have too
much to do. Except for
re-terrifying them a bit, which now I’ll be able to do.” They had both been pleasantly surprised at
the return of his magic that morning – it had manifested itself during their
lovemaking, causing them to levitate over the mattress…Hermione had insisted
that he cause it to happen – intentionally - sometime soon.
The next morning he escorted her from his chambers and to
her first class, to the stupefaction of other students as well as Professor
Vector. Then he swirled back to the
dungeons where he had a meeting with Albus about what had happened. He was outraged that their progress
throughout Rendezvous with Romance
had been recorded into a blank book, and insisted upon having possession of it
immediately – Albus blushed and handed it over.
Severus gaped at the brown paper covering it, and flipped it open to
read a few passages. “You do realize
that I have grounds to Obliviate you, don’t you? And I don’t give a shite
that you’re my employer…this is personal,” the Potions Master hissed, incensed
at the very thought of that dotty old codger reading such details of his
relationship with Hermione. Gods knew
what he had done after each reading of it – Severus suspected that the graphic
descriptions had steamed up the Headmaster’s glasses.
“We had to know if you were safe or not,” the Headmaster
said lamely, tugging at his collar. “The
air down here is rather warm for this time of year, don’t you think, Severus?”
Severus looked at him, placing The Book aside. “Who else has read this? And don’t lie to me
– I’m as good a Legilimens as you, and you know it. I read in your letter that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were expelled
as a result of tampering with it. But
you also stated that it was not in a…supervisor’s….possession at the time. That means, Headmaster, that you are not the
only member of staff who has read this, and Malfoy was not the only student to read it.”
The bellow of rage he emitted when Potter and Weasley’s names were spoken almost shattered Albus’
spectacles and caused a permanent curl in the old wizard’s beard.
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Hermione’s classmates were happy to see her, though she
thought it might be just because they could stop paying attention and read over
her notes again. Harry and Ron gave her
hugs, relieved at her joyful mood – whatever the cause may be. They admitted that they had known where she
was and who she was with, but said that even if she did the unthinkable and
actually married Snape, they’d still be her friends. “Well, that’s a relief,” she said
sarcastically, slapping her book closed.
“And we’re engaged to be married – next weekend he’s taking me to pick
out a ring.” She grinned at their poleaxed expressions and sailed out the door and down the
hall to their next class, which happened to be Potions.
Severus was truly magnificent, she thought dreamily,
watching her fiancé lecture them on the uses of moonstone and acacia. He continued to ignore her upraised hand
until she spoke out loud in answer to one of his questions and he deducted five
points from Gryffindor, making the other members of her House gasp. “But you’ve already taken about a million
already!” she protested without thinking.
“Keep that up, and you’ll get a detention…the unpleasant kind,” he drawled, frowning
at her. She stuck her tongue out at him
covertly, covering the gesture by clapping her hands to each side of her face,
and saw the glint of humor in his black eyes.
Harry and Ron relaxed visibly at this non-preferential treatment and she
bit back a grin. What idiots – they
expected her to just skate by because she was teacher’s pet, obviously. She went back to taking notes, shooting her
professor steamy looks all the while…as she had hoped for, he held her back
after class for some snogging and groping until she
was about to be late for History of Magic.
Professor Bins was droning on and on about something
Hermione was already familiar with, so she enchanted her quill to take notes
while she snuck a peek at the latest issue of Enchanting Brides, a magazine with wizarding
photos of witches modeling wedding gowns.
Ron tried to make her tell him what spell she used on her quill, on the
grounds that he could actually learn better by making it take notes for him. “Absolutely…not, Ronald!
And you can’t borrow mine, either!”
Harry was discussing something Lavender, and laughing fit to
kill. “Hey, ‘Mione…Lavender
says that Dumbledore is hiring dwarves to come in for St. Valentine’s…just like
the one Lockhart rented! She’s going to send
Ron a singing valentine,” he whispered, snickering as he looked at his red
haired best friend scribbling something on his parchment. “I absolutely dare you to send one to Snape!”
“Don’t be silly! That would just be….” She thought of it, and
then grinned wickedly. “…totally hilarious. Isn’t that
in two days? Are you going to send one
to Ginny?”
“I was hoping you’d help me, I need to get her back for that
‘eyes like a green toad’ one she sent me when we were in third year.” Harry looked at her as he pushed his glasses
up.
“Let me get some parchment, and we can work on ours
together…oh, this will be good!” Severus wouldn’t know what hit him.
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A/N: I had this
scenario in mind when I first started…remember in the 2nd chapter
when it was supposed to be heading into mid February at Hogwarts? Hee hee. I always
thought it would be funny to have Snape get an embarrassing poem/valentine from
someone.
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