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When Duty Calls	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Note:
I hope you guys are enjoying the story. I do apologize if it's not my best writing. I've been in a bad rut and I'm hoping writing something silly/light will help get me through it. This story is going to be purely improv for the most part. The only thing set in stone is some kind lemony goodness later on.
Emory, thank you so much for your kind words! I hope I don't disappoint!
Thank you to everyone for reading, even if you're silent, it still means a lot!
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"Thank you for joining us, Professor." Minerva said warmly. "Please have a seat ."
"No thank you, Headmistress. I'm fine standing." Snape glided over next to Remus glaring down at the young Auror in front of him.
Hermione clenched her teeth, hoping this was all just a practical joke. A quick glance at Remus' no-nonsense face and the brief case in his hand said otherwise. She stood offering her hand to the dour professor. "Good afternoon, professor." He grudgingly took her hand giving it a firm shake. "Granger." He answered curtly. He was still seething from the duel earlier that day.
"A professional hit has been placed on the professor." Remus said to Hermione opening the briefcase and pulling out a thick manila folder. "The ministry has ordered extra protection due to Professor Snape's status."
Snape had earned the title of 'war hero' after the defeat of Voldemort due to his flawless performance as a double agent. The ministry had offered him an Auror job as one of their lead agents, but he refused wanting to get back to a somewhat normal life.
"Hogwarts is extraordinarily safe all on its own, sir. Having an Auror here would look very suspicious." Hermione said taking the manilla folder from Remus. "Besides, professor Snape is more than capable of taking care of himself."
"For once, I agree with the bushy haired little nuisance." Snape sneered. If he wanted a reaction he would be sorely disappointed, at least until Hermione had an excuse to put him on his ass again. She was planning on it.
"Shacklebolt has already sent the order down to me for this assignment. It is non-negotiable." Lupin sighed.
Hermione began thumbing through the paperwork in her hands, stopping abruptly when she came to the page with her detailed assignment. "This isn't going to work, Remus."
"I know it's not your cup of tea..." Lupin began.
"No one in their right mind is going to believe that the professor and I are in an intimate relationship. It will blow our cover and make things more suspicious than they already are." She interrupted laying the paper work down on Minerva's desk.
While she had given nothing away, she felt slightly nauseated at the thought of having another 'Dodger duty' that included the sour man in front of her. Although, the sight of him wrinkling his nose at the mention of her assignment made her want to laugh. At least the feeling was mutual.
"It wouldn't be THAT unbelievable." Minerva said thoughtfully, amused when both Snape and Hermione looked at her with contempt. "Although, I do have an idea that may be a little more palatable."
"Go on." Remus encouraged, trying to keep a straight face from the Headmistress' former comment.
"Professor Snape needs someone to shadow him correct?" Remus nodded. "Hermione could pose as the Professor's assistant during his Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. No one would be the wiser of her protective order, and the students would be fairly amused."
"That works, but isn't going to solve the living arrangement." Remus stepped forward pointing to the papers strewn on her desk. "She is to be with him 24/7."
"Adjoining rooms will suffice for the time being, don't you think? Do you really want to put them in the same room after this afternoon's performance?"
Remus cracked a smile. "Good point." Snape scoffed. Hermione looked straight at the professor raising an eyebrow, enjoying the look of pure irritation etched across his face.
Remus pulled out his wand walking around the desk to lean over the paper work. "Hermione will act as an assistant during the day, and outside of school hours she will stay in an adjoining room to keep watch." He looked up at Snape and Hermione. "Is this agreeable?"
"Fine." Snape said curtly.
"Yes, sir." Hermione replied thankful that 'Dodger duty' was off the table.
"Lastly," Remus began adjusting the notations on the ministry paper work. "If you desire to leave the school grounds, Professor Snape, Miss Granger is to be notified and accompany you."
Snape furrowed his brow.
"I can shadow from a distance." Hermione amended. Remus nodded in agreement.
"When does this go into affect?" Snape asked cutting his eyes at Remus.
"Immediately. If Hermione is to act as your assistant, you need to let her once over your lesson plans, and decide exactly how the work is to be divided."
Hermione groaned inwardly, at least it was Saturday. She'd only have to spend one full day in his direct presence before posing as his assistant.
"Your belongings have already been deposited in Professor Snape's room. You are free to go sort yourself. I will leave you to conjuring your room to your liking." Remus announced ending their meeting.
Snape stormed from the office, Hermione taking long strides behind him matching his pace. Remus turned back to Minerva's desk reorganizing the paperwork and putting it back in the folder.
"You know, I actually agree with your observation, Minerva." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "It really wouldn't be all that unbelievable for those two to become an item."
Minerva smiled. "It will happen, if the don't kill each other first."
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Hermione followed Snape into his cold dark dungeon room. It was exactly as she had pictured it. There were no frills to be seen. His parlor consisted of a dark wood desk with matching chair, a large black leather wing chair, and shelves upon shelves of books surrounding the stone fireplace. He growled as she walked through the door leading to his bedroom.
The bedroom was just as stark as the parlor. The intricate iron wrought head board of his larger than necessary bed sat against the farthest wall between two stone wall sconces. Like the parlor, book shelves covered the rest of the walls full to bursting. Her trunk had been placed at the foot of his bed. She walked past it head to the bathroom off to the left. Snape's arm darted out in front of her.
"I didn't offer a room tour." He growled.
"I have to know the layout of your living quarters in case of an emergency. It would be in your best interest to remove your arm, lest I do it for you."
The professor grudgingly moved his arm. No one had ever been in his private quarters, except for the small black clad witch in front of him. She stood in the doorway taking a quick glance before turning and heading back to the bed. She pulled her wand from the inner pocket of her cloak giving a quick flick of the wrist causing a door to appear.
"This is absurd." He swished his own wand making the door disappear. "The adjoining door will be set up in the parlor."
Hermione spun around, her black cloak billowing behind her, her boots making a loud clicking noise as she approached the vexed professor. "I take my assignments very seriously, professor. My job is to keep you alive, not appeased. I'd prefer it if I didn't have to bind and stun you like my last client. I'm not in the mood for more paperwork." She smiled sweetly swishing her wand over her shoulder making the door reappear. Snape narrowed his eyes at her as she levitated her trunk and walked out of the room.
"I will be back within the hour to escort you to dinner." She tossed over her shoulder closing the door behind her.
Snape had been reading by the fire in the parlor when his bookshelves began to rearrange and a door appeared in their place. Hermione stepped into the room still wearing her auror attire. Snape opened his mouth ready to berate her for making such a sudden appearance, but thought better of it when he realized that now she didn't have to come through his bedroom.
"You look ridiculous." He drawled standing up and placing the book he was reading in his chair. Hermione opened her mouth to let him have it then shut it promptly, ignoring his comment.
Snape smirked. She was on duty and unable to break composure. "Those boots make you look like some back alley hooker."
Hermione walked past him and opened the door leading out into the corridor. "You are walking on thin ice, professor." She said flatly turning to face him. "Keep in mind that when the uniform comes off, so do the gloves."
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Hermione slid into a pair of flannel pants and a black tank top upon return. It felt good to get into her lounging clothes after the too long day. She poured herself a glass of wine and walked into Snape's parlor. A smile spread across her face when she heard the shower running. She sat her wine down on his desk conjuring a chair across from the professor's by the fire. She plucked a random book from one of the shelves and curled up in the new arm chair sipping her wine.
Snape had heard her unexpected entrance. He cursed under his breath throwing on a pair of black pajama pants and matching tee shirt, still toweling his hair as he made his way out. "I see common courtesy isn't a Ministry requirement." He said dryly still looking down at his feet rubbing the towel on his head.
"I didn't want to disturb you. I imagine bathing is a rare occurrence for such a miserable greasy dungeon bat. I was doing more of a public service than anything."
She took a sip of wine watching Snape's head snap up in disbelief from her peripheral. He tossed his towel onto the desk. She hid her growing smile behind her book, pleased with his reaction.
"Mind running that by me again, Miss Granger?" He hissed through clenched teeth, his anger mounting.
"I do mind actually." She paused turning her head to give him a sweet smile, pointing to her lounging clothes. "The gloves are off my slippery friend."
Snape could feel his face growing hot. No one in his adult life had the gall to insult him, even more so after the war. He strode over to the young auror ready to toss her from the room, when he finally saw it.
"What is that horrendous thing doing in my parlor?" He pointed to the bright fuchsia chair Hermione was curled up in.
"I needed a chair." She said innocently putting the book down in her lap taking another sip of wine. "Until you're asleep in bed I'm on watch. I may as well be comfortable until you do."
"It's gone when you leave." He grumbled doubling back to retrieve his towel.
He was so aggravated his fingers had started twitching. The thought of physically tossing her back into her own space was becoming more and more appealing. He hung his towel in the bathroom going through the scenarios of how he could get the bushy haired annoyance out of his room.
"That won't be necessary, professor." She smirked from the bedroom door. "I'm turning in for the night."
He looked up into the mirror to see her leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. For a split second, he caught his eyes wandering over her slender frame. He immediately scrunched his nose pushing the thoughts away.
"So soon? I was just getting ready to poison the tea." He replied dryly.
"It's the thought that counts." She replied sarcastically. "Good night, professor."
***
The good thing about being a light sleeper is waking up the moment something or someone stirs. The bad thing about being a light sleeper? Waking up the moment something or someone stirs. It was 5 in the morning and the professor was already up and around in his room. Hermione grumbled throwing her arm over her eyes. What was he doing up before the crack of dawn? She heard him settle into the parlor mumbling obscenities.
It was freezing in the dungeons. Her teeth chattered as she made her way to her own bathroom and turned the shower on, making the water as hot as she could handle. She sat under the spray letting herself relax. This assignment wouldn't be too bad. At least she didn't have to be in his presence every minute of the day. Getting to annoy him at every opportunity was pretty gratifying as well. Unlike Dodger, she didn't have to worry about Snape just up and leaving. He knew the ins-and-outs of this detail, and the severity of the situation.
Hermione had just finished rinsing her hair when she heard "Diagonal Alley" and the floo activate in his room. "Fuck!" She spat, jumping out of the shower. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
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