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The Reluctant Highlander	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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****DISCLAIMER**** JK Rowlings
owns all Potterverse people, and Karen Marie Moning owns the rest of them.

It�s getting to be close voting with the hairy Severus
issue, but the Challenger Herself says the hair goes�I think he�ll keep it for
a little longer, though. Ancientgirl � I
agree with ya 100% - I�d like to get my �hans� on
that Gruber! Have you seen �The January
Man?� Alan as Ed the artist is totally hilarious as well as prime shagging
material (think of an extremely rumpled Hans)�I think you�d like him.

Oh, and the lightening thingey
Severus did, I call that the �Palpatine Party Trick.�
Lol.

I�d just like to say that I�m not a real big fan of romance
novels, but I really like the Highlander series in spite of my non-fandom�y�all
should check them out. I really didn�t
have the cajones
to place Severus and Hermione smack dab in the middle of �The Claiming of
Sleeping Beauty� series by A.N. Roquelaire (Anne
Rice) � Now that would truly be something!!! I�ll have to let Ms_Figg know about that�.

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Hermione goggled at the sight of her newly hirsute Potions
teacher in a kilt and being beset by several bloodthirsty knights. She gasped at the myriad close calls and
hopped up and down when he demonstrated exactly why one shouldn�t mess with an
extremely pissed off Slytherin. Adam
looked down at her. �Very impressive, you chose the father of your children
wisely � well done,� he congratulated.

�Whuh...? Children? Um, no. NO.
In fact, I think we need to get to that castle you mentioned if I really
have to wait for him,� Hermione stammered, privately wondering whether the
castle in question had a really, really, really high tower she could lock
herself in. When Professor Snape caught
up with her, she would really learn the meaning of the word �hex.� Her guide nodded approvingly, made another
gesture, and suddenly they were in front of a large castle. It�s
smaller than Hogwarts � and the towers don�t look very promising, she thought,
disappointed. As they reached the
entrance, two women came spilling out.
They were both petite blondes (with different highlights) dressed in the
same period clothing she was currently wearing.
They charged up to her and introduced themselves as Gwen and Chloe MacKeltar, whom she recognized from the books. �But�I thought you two were supposed to be
in, you know, more modern times?� She
asked � in the novels, the twins had traveled forward through time and met
their wives. They explained that Adam had brought them along with their
husbands, Drustan and Dageus,
to the past where help was needed in a battle.
Hermione hunched her shoulders. �Oh.
I think I know what battle you�re talking about,� she said sheepishly.

They ushered her into the keep, jabbering away while she was
more worried about Professor Snape catching up to her. When she suggested they go see the towers,
they looked at her as if she had lost her mind. �You want to be waiting for
Lord Raven, not hiding up there � Adam has told us all about the two of you,�
Chloe beamed. Hermione frowned over at Adam, who shrugged at her and
disappeared. Great.
Fantastic.
She had to stay here, waiting until Snape came charging in and turned
her into a slug or something. As soon as
this thought was formed in her mind, several servants went zooming by calling
out that the lairds were coming. She
repeated that she had a sudden urge to visit the tower, but the two women just
frog-marched her to the battlements where three horses were visible and approaching
rapidly. Too rapidly,
for her taste.

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Severus gripped the reins with a white-knuckled grip and
hung on grimly, holding his seat only by virtue of pressing his knees into the
horse�s sides. The only thing that kept
him going was the thought of the sweet, sweet revenge he would take on Hermione
Granger�the contemplation of which spell would be best served reasonably well
as a distraction against how incredibly saddle-sore he was. What on earth possessed these savages to not
wear trousers�or undergarments? It was a
damned good thing he wasn�t currently sexually active, or he�d be totally
ruined from all this bouncing around.
The horse hit a particularly rough patch of ground just then and he had
to stifle a groan as his private parts were once again crushed into
powder. His companions were trotting
jauntily to each side of him, cheerfully conversing as if their livelihood
wasn�t being threatened. He hadn�t said
a single word to anyone since his initial outburst upon discovering himself in
this situation�he didn�t trust himself to stop from screaming.

He resisted the overwhelming urge to hurl himself onto his
knees and stretch his hands towards the sky howling the standard �Why Me?� and
focused on their destination. On the
battlements of the castle, he could see three figures � was Granger up
there? Probably laughing her fool head
off at him, but he�d fix the chit good and proper as soon as he was able to run
after her�he estimated two or three days soaking in hot water should do
it. Severus winced as the horse hit
another rough patch. He should have just
gotten Dumbledore instead of coming after her � he had nearly been beheaded
five times, had sustained numerous cuts and bruises, gained the appearance of a
lumberjack, and would be surprised if he could function sexually ever
again. Finally they were through into
the courtyard and he could barely dismount, though he managed a stately slide
onto the cobblestones where he lay for long moments glaring up at the sky.

�Lord Raven! My lord
� are you all right?� a woman�s voice asked, and his staring contest with the
clouds was interrupted by the sight of a face framed in blond hair peering
anxiously down at him. �We�ll bring a medic
for you, were you hurt in battle?� he struggled to sit up, almost forgetting to make sure his
kilt was covering the necessary, and very sore, spots before he replied.

�Nay, �tis but�� he stopped, his eyes widening. What the bloody hell was he saying? It couldn�t be! He opened his mouth again. �Wha� th� bletherin�� he halted
again. He tried next to think of the
words he meant to say and compare them with what was coming out of his
mouth. Merlin. �Amergin.� Don�t. �Doona.� Very nice. �Passin� fair.� He tried �bloody� again. Bloody. �Bletherin�.� Woman. �Lass.� He threw his head back and loosed a howl of
rage that echoed magnificently throughout the courtyard and sent cats, mice,
and servants scattering. He wasn�t going
to just hex Hermione Granger, he was going to kill her, revive her, and kill
her again. And again.
And�just then he caught sight of some brown hair hiding behind a large column
and he surged to his feet, saddle-soreness be damned. �YOU!� He bellowed,
and found that he could indeed run.

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Hermione hauled up her skirts around her knees and legged it
as Professor Snape came charging at her, hell-bent on revenge. He had drawn the sword and obviously intended
to use it; she had absolutely no inclination to stick around and find out. She burst through a nearby door and shut it
behind her only to have it knocked from its hinges as he shouldered his way
through it. �Professor, I�m so sorry, I really didn�t mean for it
happen,� she cried, dodging him and nearly tripping over a set of Drustan�s (or was it Dageus�?)
boots. He didn�t look as if he were in
the mood to listen to her, however. His
eyes were wide with rage and made her wonder if wizards could breathe
fire. She made a break for another door
and barricaded herself inside while it shook from his body slamming against
it�she supposed she should be grateful that he was so angry that he temporarily
forgot he possessed magic, but jumped nearly a foot as the door began to
splinter inwards. �Professor, stop! I
told you I was sorry, I didn�t make you touch that page and come after me,� she
screamed, fitting a lance in the doorway to help brace the door.

�Yeh�re lucky that I canna cast the Killing Curse wandlessly,
Miss Granger � but tha�
won� keep me from practicin�!� she heard him
snarl. She covered her mouth hastily to
keep a giggle from escaping � he sounded just like a Scotsman! He heard her anyway, roaring, �Haud yer wheesht!�

�Hold my WHAT?�

�SILENCE,
wench!� the
door groaned as it received a hearty buffet from the other side. To be on the safe side, Hermione put three
more lances up, silently calling Adam Black to come to her. He appeared instantly and looked very
surprised at the proceedings, but smiled as Snape yelled some more.

�Now, Hermione�you really shouldn�t tease him so. You can hardly fall in love with him if
you�ve trapped him this completely in your fantasy and made him so enraged that
he won�t even consider giving you a kiss,� Adam pointed out.

�I don�t want him to kiss me! But I really, really don�t want him to kill me, either!� Hermione yelled back at
her guide, who then suggested that she change one of the things that were
making him so angry. �Well, I can�t take
back the fact that he was in that battle, and he can
always change his clothes�how about his voice? I think that was the last
straw,� she admitted.

�Just close your eyes, and concentrate on the way his voice
normally sounds. That should do
it.� Adam snapped his fingers and
disappeared again as she followed his advice, trying to ignore the renewed
yelling in the corridor. She
concentrated on his deep, silky voice that was so sexy�her eyes popped open. Sexy? Where had that
come from? Her eyes closed again and she
focused on the first lecture he had given in her first year.

��there will be no wand waving or silly incantations in this
class�I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in
death�� Yes, that was him. Silence fell on the other side of the door
suddenly, and she heard him talking to himself, repeating several words. She crept to the door timidly.

�Professor? Professor Snape?� she
called. �Can I come out now?� She heard no reply, but unbarred the door
slowly and opened it to find him sitting against the wall facing her, arms
folded and legs crossed, glowering at her.

�I suppose you think all this is terribly amusing. I would have to disagree.� He levered himself up slowly and shook his
long hair out of his face. Hermione stared up at him and was struck by how�good he looked. Why had she never noticed? She reached out to touch a long strand of his
black hair and found it surprisingly silky � she had thought it might be
greasy. As she was involved in examining
his hair and outfit, she didn�t see her professor�s gaze being irresistibly
drawn to the impressive display of bosom that he could look right down into. Their surveys of each other were interrupted
as the MacKeltars burst into the room, obviously
worried about what had happened in the courtyard.

TBC�!

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