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Because you heard me right	By : Velveteenbunny Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Once more the shadowy figure lurked relentlessly outside the Gryffindor common room, the castle had dropped to below freezing and Severus even in his thick robes shivering as a draft penetrated the woollen material. The question once again popped into his brain, the same question that plagued him every time he found himself propped up against the stone wall, what the hell was he doing here? Severus sighed into himself; he was still going over the bizarre task he had found himself barking at Hermione earlier that day. Love potions? What was he thinking? It was a giveaway in itself what he may or may not be feeling in these recent weeks.

“Fucking stupid”, he hissed out loud placing emphasis on the profanity.

“Well well Professor Snape I always known you were a dangerous man but I never knew you were such a naughty little school boy, out of bed at this hour and swearing to boot!”

Snape froze at the robust female voice that suddenly ripped apart the darkness of his thoughts and the corridor around him. The fat lady had chosen that moment when Snape had revealed himself by speaking, to awaken and discover his lurking position.

“Well the Fat Lady speaks you are usually in a comatose when I pass by here normally, the Cracken wakes”, Severus sneered at her hoping not to give away why he was lurking beneath her portrait.

“Well from one sea monster to another Snape, let’s talk brass tacks”, she replied sniggering a little.

“Brass tacks? Explain?”

“Well the brass tacks are why are you here nearly every night? Hovering around me and expecting me not to notice you? You’re not as stealthy as you like to think Severus”, she mocked.

“Unlikely! nevertheless”?

“If you feel that she is your Amore Severus why not make a goddamn move man?” the Fat Lady urged her voice beginning to grow irritated.

“I have little understanding of what you mean, I am merely guarding the Gryffindor tower”, Snape said his voice low and steady.

“On whose orders? Dumbledore’s? Your heart? Presuming you still have one Severus, if you didn’t sell it too you know who?”

Snape made an instant grab to his left arm, robes covered the still visible Dark Mark although it no longer burned since the fall of the Dark Lord, Snape’s habit of clutching at it even when it was not a time of crisis, still recurred rather more frequently than he would have liked.

“It is none of your stinking business somehow! You are mainly an animated spectre! A two dimensional artist’s impersonation of a person, you are not a real human being and therefore cannot possibly profess to know an individual’s needs or desires”.

“So you do have needs Snape? I thought you were dead inside?” The Fat Lady’s tone improved in the hopes she had discovered Snape’s secret.

“No less than any other Human and on that night I bid you farewell do not speak of this meeting on penance of my sloshing a bottle of paint thinner on you in passing”, Snape sneered and stalked off into the darkness, in response to his threat the Fat Lay turned herself inwards and peered into the Gryffindor common room. Which young lady could Severus Snape be hankering after? Could it be possible that he had finally found a vial of warmth amongst that stone exterior?

Hermione’s head drooped over her book, her research into Love potions had enabled her to work long and hard something she enjoyed but never the less found exhausting. Surely settling in to bed would have been a better option, but the amount of work she had voluntarily set herself would require precision, planning and perseverance, her three P’s. Packing up her books into her satchel and loosening her tie Hermione dragged her aching body from the library and down the stairwell towards the Gryffindor common room. Trudging through the dark halls Hermione was desperately unaware of the hour until she crashed head long into a solid dark object.

“Night time wanderings Miss Granger surely that is a forbidden act even for the castles biggest know it all?” Snape seethed.

“I was in fact in the library researching potions for a certain professor that has set me extra and might I point out unnecessary homework”, Hermione’s hand shot up top her mouth clamping down on her lips. “I’m sorry professor Snape I didn’t?”

“Obviously”, he said slowly reminiscent of his run in with Umbridge in Hermione’s fifth year.

“I was just so tired and fell asleep and”.

“I cannot possibly be concerned with your pitiful excuses, which have failed completely and utterly to make a tiny impression on me. Furthermore,”… Snape stopped and allowed his onyx eyes to meet Hermione’s chocolate. The exhaustion ringed around her eyes had become more apparent as she had stepped into the glow of a nearby sconce. Her face usually so flushed with a pink tinge was ashen and lines had begun to appear indented in her brow, he felt... was it sympathy? For the girl he had made suffer, the woman that he knew deep in his broken soul he had some feelings for.

“Look! Get back to your common room and out of my sight before I change my mind and have you polish the trophy room without magic Granger”, He hissed.

Hermione stared at him convinced he was in physical pain to say this sentence and let her leave unscathed. However not wanting to challenge this obscene turn of events, she pushed past him and stalked off down the corridor. It wasn’t until she got within reaching distance of the Fat Lady’s portrait that she allowed the strange moment to wash over her. Professor Snape had let her off without so much as a detention after class, he had let a student who was out of bed after hours and wandering the corridors go, without punishment, and he was Snape? It would have been the moment for a profanity if the Fat Lady had not swung open for her admittance without asking the password. Hermione glanced up at the picture who just in her opinion looked befuddled and seemed in a world of her own. Not wanting to be caught by another Professor and to be out in the cold much longer than was necessary, she hopped through the hole and went up to her quarters where the other three girls where deep in slumber.

The morning brought a weekend at Hogwarts, despite her late night in the library Hermione was up early with her travelling cloak on. Before she could accumulate questions from her fellow boarders she headed down to breakfast to collect some fruit for her journey. She would be apparating to Diagon Alley it was true but being late November in Scotland a heavy Snowfall had settled through the night. The other students would be heading out to Hogsmeade to begin Christmas shopping and top up their sweetie tins with HoneyDuke’s finest. Hermione needed something different from her visit to bonbons and dung bombs, Fred and George would be getting a visit from one of their favourite females for one of their more anticipated and best selling products. She strode past Filch who ticked her off the list with a bleary look and headed down towards Hogsmeade to an apparation point outside the snowy Graveyard that held many famous wizard and witches. Spinning on the spot she felt the familiar wave of sickness as the transportation started.

“Whoa!” Hermione exclaimed as she landed in Diagon Alley on top of a piece of black ice, her footing slipping she fell to her bum with a thud on the cobbled paving. “Uuuhhh”, emitting a groan she picked herself up and brushed the ice from her cloak, occupational hazard with apparition was being uncertain about your landing point.

The Alley had just begun to fill up with early morning Christmas shoppers, adjusting her hat Hermione headed towards the screaming orange that was Weasley Wizard Wheezes Diagon Alleys biggest and most successful joke shop. Hermione knew her destination, the shop was deserted for the early time but she knew she was being watched and it wasn’t by CCTV. The fountain of pink love potion was bubbling merrily in the corner of the shop surrounded by the pygmy puff cage. One pygmy puff that had perched on the corner of the cage on a shelf began to giggle gaily as Hermione approached. Stepping to examine this particular puff the little ball of pink fur squeaked in delight and hopped up and down on its peg.

“I’m afraid you’re his mummy now Hermione?” Fred Weasley had come up behind her followed by George, both wearing jackets of finest tweed and cord trousers complimenting their flaming Weasley hair.

“He loves you the little puff, look he’s enamoured”, George opened the cage and the tiny ball of fluff hopped out and onto Hermione’s shoulder rubbing against her cold cheek.

“I think you’re right but he’s not why am here”, the Pygmy puff squeaked again in sadness. “Ohh I’m taking you back now little one she smiled scratching his tiny head, it purred in response.

“Bobo is yours then!” Fred grinned!

“Erm Bobo?”

“Yes that’s his name! Anything else we can help you with favourite little sister?” George smiled.

“I need a love potion and...Before you can start insinuating”, Fred and George’s mouths had dropped open at this statement. “It’s for Snape; I need to look at your critical components for my extra homework to prove to him how good of a potions mistress I actually am”.

“Fill a Jar Hermione our treat, anything to show up that greasy bastard and take Bobo he might come in handy! Merry Christmas!” the twins smiled at Hermione who grinned back and scooped a vial into the vibrant fountain.

Snape stood over the turrets watching the students return from their day trip, he did not shop when the students shopped he had little or no patient for that kind of rubbish. He had seen Hermione leave early and she was one of the stragglers that were arriving back to the castle just before curfew. He could not let her go unpunished again, he had slipped twice when it came to Miss Granger allowing her to head back to her common room because of the look in her eyes, his sentiments were affecting his reputation with the Granger girl and thus affecting the way he was acting around her. It had to stop he had to burry these confusing feelings before they became more dangerous than the Dark Lord himself.
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