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Bringing Him Back	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing. J. K. Rowling is the ultimate creator of the Harry Potter universe...I just try to tag along when I can. I make no money. I just stare longingly at her millions.

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Getting impatient with the slow progression of the story, but I want to make sure all the details are in there. There is a little yumminess in this chapter, I promise. More to come....and as always, please leave a review!

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Hermione awoke the next morning to a tickling sensation on her nose. Eyes closed, she smiled as she felt the hefty weight of Crookshanks lying on top of her, whiskers brushing past her face as he turned his.

“Good morning Crooks, about time we got up eh?”

Hermione sat up as Crookshanks darted off of her and out the door to what she presumed would be the kitchen. She always gave him a little morning treat to try and put him in a good mood as well as herself. She swung her legs over the bed and stretched, enjoying the feeling of the sun creeping through the window. She loved to sleep in on the weekends, and enjoy a later breakfast with a good book and a cup of coffee.

Throwing on a robe on over her night shirt, she padded into the kitchen to find Crookshanks waiting diligently by his bowl.

She laughed as she reached into the cupboard and pulled out a can of wet cat food. She dumped it into his bowl, and then went to set the tea. Sitting at the kitchen table, she found that the Prophet had already been dropped off for her, and she tucked her knees up to read while the water heated. Of course the front page was all about that evening’s events, which again reminded her that she had to pick someone to honor that year.

Dumbledore was her first year of course, and the second she had chosen both Harry and Ron. The third year was Neville, and the fourth went to Tonks. Running through her classmates in her head, she realized that she could pick someone who she didn’t go to school with. Perhaps she could pick a professor! She had chosen Dumbledore before, who was indeed a professor but was also Headmaster in their time.

Running through her list of professors, she recalled that most of them were still at Hogwarts. McGonagall was the current headmistress, Binns was still teaching history, Hooch and Madame Pomfrey were still there of course, Trelawney (Hermione shuddered), Hagrid, Sprout, Snape…

Wait, was Snape still there?

Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard any word from or about Snape in a long time. Blushing, she remembered the last time she had seen him she had still harbored a school girl crush. According to the girls Gryffindor dormitory gossip, Snape had been the object of more than one teenage girl fantasy back in those days. She shook her head as she recalled his voice, her stomach beginning to tingle pleasantly as the memory of the last time she had seen him washed over her.

“…Miss Granger, what might you be doing in the dungeons at this late an hour?”

He stood more than a half a foot taller than her, his imposing dark figure towering over her as she had rounded a corner and ran into him in surprise.

“I’m sorry Professor, I couldn’t sleep.”

Tomorrow was graduation, and she was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she would leave this castle forever tomorrow. It was well past midnight, and she had spent the last two hours tossing and turning, only to slip out of bed in hopes that a quick stroll might give her a chance to organize her thoughts. Being close to summer, it was sweltering up in Gryffindor tower, and as she had her own rooms as Head Girl, she chose to sleep in only her underwear to try and escape some of the heat. Feeling quite foolish now that all she had chosen to throw on was a simple silk robe, she hoped that he wouldn’t notice her current state of dress.

He quirked an eyebrow as he stepped towards her, effectively pinning her against the cold stone wall.

“No matter the circumstances of tomorrow’s events, you are still a student here Miss Granger, and would do well to behave accordingly.”

“H-hermione.”

He blinked at her, and seemed taken aback.

“When I graduate tomorrow, perhaps you will see me as a colleague and think of me in context of my first name.” She released a breath she had been holding, hoping that he wouldn’t throw the idea back in her face.

“Hermione…” he murmured as if he had never thought of her that way before.

“Yes, and perhaps I could reciprocate the custom as well…Severus.”

His eyes snapped back to hers as she spoke his name aloud, and she seemed to melt under his gaze. She held her breath as he leaned in closer, his cloak surrounding her as she dared to voice her next thought.

“I will be considered an adult in the wizarding world, capable of many things.”

His lips twitched, almost as if to smile.

“Always the need to display your insufferable intelligence, do you wish me to treat you as an adult?”

He nearly closed the gap between them, she could feel the heat emanating off of his body in the cold confines of the dungeon hallway. He raised a hand, and she nearly flinched, unsure of what he intended to do. He faltered, and then continued the movement to tuck a strand of hair that she was unaware had come loose behind her ear, his hand cupping her face and turning her full gaze onto his.

His touch vanished as he withdrew his hand, only to trail his fingers down the side of her body, the thin robe doing little to hide the fact that her nipples were fully erect, her entire body tingling with the anticipation of his touch.

His fingers came to rest at her hip, and she could feel her knickers beginning to dampen. Her eyelids fluttered close as he drew even nearer to her, his solid form barely touching hers, grazing her nipples through the thin cloth of her robe.

She opened her eyes to see his face mere inches away, his lips dangerously close to her own. She licked her lips in anticipation, unaware that she was holding her breath.

His eyes flickered downward, and she blushed as she realized that he must’ve noticed the twins peaks stiff at the swell of her chest. He smirked, and pulled away from her.

“Then I must encourage you to be on your way Miss Granger. Heed the responsibilities of your adulthood, and remember to keep your place.”

She let out her breath in a quiet rush, mouth slightly agape as he turned on his heel sharply to leave.

“Good night Severus.”

Glancing back with a simple turn of the head, he murmured, “Good night Hermione.”

The sharp whistle of the tea kettle brought her back to the present, and she hurriedly moved towards the stove to take it off the heat. Smiling, she rushed back to her bedroom, and opened her closet. Sitting on top of the dresser next to the earrings she planned to wear that night sat her miniature lantern.

Grabbing it, she went to her desk to find her quill. Dipping it into the inkwell, she wrote the name out in her clear cursive writing. Setting it back down on the counter as so not to forget it, she walked back towards the kitchen with a smile on her face to continue on with breakfast.

Shining brightly against the cream colored paper of the lantern in ink that had yet to dry was the neatly written name of Severus Snape.
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