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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
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A/N:
16.02.2018.
This story finally has a beta. I'll replace existing chapters with edited ones as she finishes them.
Also, I'll edit Author Notes as we progress (some of it is not needed anymore :)
Big, big THANK YOU to my beta Holdt
Interesting
Closing the connection Harry looked at a still stunned Ron. The redhead flinched under the intensity of his gaze.
“Ron, what did you do to Hermione?” Harry’s voice was carefully quiet, with a hint of anger.
“Nothing!” Ron peeped, shaking his head with a defiant look on his face.
“Snape said—” Harry began. Ron cut him off impatiently. “Who are you gonna trust? That greasy git or me, your best mate?”
“At the moment… Hermione. But first… Ronald, don’t you dare walk out! I’m calling Bill right now.” Harry marched to the fireplace and tossed the pinch of powder in it “Bill, Bill it’s urgent!” Bill’s head appeared in the flames.
“Harry, do you know what time it is? If you need Ginny—” Bill’s voice was slurry, and groggy with sleep.
“I need to know everything about the curse, the one you told Ron about.” Harry frowned at Ron, speaking into the flames.
“What curse?” Bill sounded alert now.
“The one with two parts, the missing one - the one we sent Hermione to find.” Harry tried to explain, not really sure how to explain - that had been Ron’s part, before.
“It is just a story, Harry—” The yawn could be heard clearly in Bill’s voice.
“Hermione found the second artefact, she activated the curse.” Harry sighed trying not to sound too annoyed and glared at Ron. Ron rocked on his feet with a sullen pout.
“Move over, I’m coming.” By the urgency in Bill’s voice, Harry could tell that the things were more serious than he thought.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione jumped when something, rather soft, fell over her head. She tried to block the attack, only to find herself entangled in her own clothes.
“Get dressed Miss Granger. We are going to your room.” His voice was cold and menacing; she groaned. And groaned again. He could’ve let me sleep a bit longer.
“What’s the point of getting dressed? Every time you say that sentence I end up naked or almost naked, all over again.”
“If you have no qualms in walking through the hotel naked, I have no problem with that either.”
“Pervert,” she hissed, dressing quickly. “Why do you want to see my room?”
“I presume that all your documentation on the curse is there.”
“I’m not sharing my findings with you!”
“Interesting. You were willing to share everything else.” He mocked her with enjoyment.
‘I’ll enjoy him.’
Oh, go fuck yourself!
‘I’d rather do him…again.’
What?!
“Leave me alone you crazy bitch.” She curled into a ball, squeezing her head.
“I've been called a fair amount of names in my day, Miss Granger, but ‘crazy bitch’ is a new one.”
“I wasn’t talking to you!”
‘I like him.’
Shut up!
“Shut up!!!”
Her hand itched; it burned and she began to claw viciously at her wrist. He grabbed her by the hands.
“Do. Not. Scratch.” He looked her straight in the eyes, then he mumbled, an Incarcerus,  and she was tied up.
“Let me go! Untie me, you… you…”
“Watch it, Miss Granger. Be very careful what you are going to say next.” His voice was dangerous and low. She shivered. She watched him pack his things with growing anger.
“Set me free.”
“Only if you can control yourself enough not to erase the runes.”
“What?”
“The itch, Miss Granger. That curse in your system is trying to get free.” He wasn’t looking at her at all.
“That curse? What about all the others?”
“You have only two at the moment: one from the knife and the one you set on the both of us.”
“You - you helped me?” Hermione’s whisper was awed.
“Why is that a surprise to you?” He looked at her. “More importantly, why didn’t you ask for the help earlier?”
“I did - the moron at St. Mungo’s told me he couldn’t do anything.” She sighed.
“And it didn’t cross your mind to ask Bill for help, or in the moment of the utmost insanity - me?” She shook her head. “Well, so much about ‘the brightest witch of her age'. The ‘moron', as you so eloquently put it, from St. Mungo’s will be able to help you now. If you can manage to withstand this small discomfort until we reach England, that is.”
“What now?” She asked him feeling relieved and lost at the same time.
“Now, I’m going to release you, and then you are going to take us to your room and show me everything you have on our common predicament. I want to make it clear, as far as your findings are concerned - they are yours. I simply want to get rid of your presence and return to my life.”
Hermione blinked at him. His words hurt her. Why do I feel hurt - that’s what I want. My findings are my own, and I don’t want to remain tied to him.
‘Literally tied.’
I’ll get rid of you…
‘Or die trying.’ She raised her chin.
“Fine. Follow me. Help me get rid of…. And we will break this - whatever this is. Then I can go and do what I want to do, and you can go and hide again.”
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus clenched his fist. Insolent, stubborn, child. So naïve.
Planning how to hex Potter, Weasley and everyone else who’d gotten him into this mess as soon as he managed to dig himself out of it, he trailed behind her.
Child. She is most definitely not a child - not anymore. He tried not to notice the sway of her hips as she climbed the stairs.
His head was foggy and he had trouble gathering his thoughts, not even Occlumency worked as expected. Maybe I’m just out of shape. Deep down, he knew that was not the case.
He kept his mind and his body sharp; the war might be over, but he was still a hunted man. Living without magic helped with hiding, and his life had been peaceful.
Peaceful and boring.
May you live in interesting times. The Chinese proverb came to his mind. Well, I certainly do.
They entered the small room, smaller than his. It was obvious that she lived there for quite some time. On the improvised rack laundry clothes were drying. The rest of the room was swamped with maps, papers and books scattered all over the place. The girl he remembered had been meticulous and always tidy; the state of her room worried him.
She was digging through the pile of papers, ass high in the air exposed to his view. He ground his teeth as he turned away. This was not how he behaved or reacted - usually or ever. Women were a nice distraction in past times, but sex was never the centre of his life.
Everything was upside-down from the moment he’d set foot in Peru. Focusing on anything else, and nothing in particular, his eyes finally rested on the drying laundry. The plenitude of female underwear caught his eye. Picking up one flimsy triangle of material, held by three pieces of elastic band his lips twitched. Well, well.
Turning around, dangling the garment on one finger, he raised a taunting eyebrow towards her. She tried to grab the panties, but he lifted his hand, still dangling them out of her reach
“This is unusual choice of - ‘underwear’ - for a globetrotter like yourself, Miss Granger. This does not look too…comfortable.”
“Give it back!” His eyebrow travelled further up. “How do you know? Did you ever try them?”
“This model…” He stretched the small patch of material. “I can’t say that I have. It lacks - space. On me, you might find it too - revealing, shall we say?”
She was jumping, trying to reach her panties when she finally managed to grab them from his hand. She balled them in her palm, blushing.
“That is a matter of opinion.” She jeered at him and he shrugged.
“Your opinion, Miss Granger, does not count for much.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Given that you do not have much to compare with.” He chuckled as her blush deepened.
“I was under the impression, Professor, that you asked to come here so you could see my notes, not to discuss my taste in panties.”
Laughing, he nodded and opened the file she offered him. Observing her on the sly he noticed that she was trying to remove all her underwear from the rack. Her eyes were confused and slightly unfocused, jaw tightly clenched.
“Does your hand still itch, Miss Granger?”
“A little, not unbearable.”
He just nodded and dedicated his attention to the reading. She was trying to subdue the mess in her room, acting as if she’d only just noticed it for the first time.
He was impressed: her ability to find this artefact was amazing. The curse was old, dating even before Hogwarts had been founded. That was a worrisome part - knowing the fact that not many written documents existed from that period.
She finally stopped rummaging through the room and sat next to him. He nearly grinned at how uncomfortable she looked, but sitting options besides the bed were none existent. Flipping a leaf of parchment, he addressed her.
“Miss Granger.” She jumped. “Is this copied from the Library of Alexandria?”
“How did you know?”
“You copied everything, including the registration number. What I fail to understand is how someone with an O in Ancient Runes could know so little or be so stupid as to activate the curse.”
“Someone with an O in Ancient runes still has trouble reading Ancient Sumerian. As you must know, that was not covered by the curriculum.”
“I fail to see how what you just said relates to this document.”
“Because this document is in Sumerian.” She blinked at him calmly. He could not detect spite or lie in her eyes.
“What I see, Miss Granger, are ancient runes, and any fifth-year in Hogwarts with choice in the subject can read it without a problem.”
“You may try to play mind games with me as much as you like, professor, but I copied the document. I know what language I used.”
“Show me.” He turned to her and she blinked again.
“What?”
“Call up the memory - show me.”
“I don’t want you in my head.”
“Too late for that,” He said impatiently. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Miss Granger. I recommend the easy one.”
She just set her jaw spitefully and glared at him stubbornly. You idiotic little chit.
He grabbed her by the chin roughly and dove into her thoughts. A mass of shattered, unfocused memories floated in a sea of murmurs. Severus felt almost dizzy.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione struggled in vain, as he dug through her mind. She had the need to scream and hide, but his hand was holding her pinned to the bed.
‘What you gonna do now,’ mocked the voice. ‘How are you gonna explain? He will know.’
I won’t allow—
‘Oh, but I will.’
No. No, please - don’t…
His mind was a knife in her head.
She watched herself sitting at the big table, bent over the scrolls - old and brittle writing on the parchment. Then images started to flash in front of her eyes. Disconnected, jumbled images.
Hermione screamed, and she wasn’t sure if the sound was only in her head or if she was screaming for real.
And then, darkness…
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Looking through her eyes, the letters she’d copied were, in fact, Sumerian. But looking at the paper she was copying… He was confused. Her mind was - confusing. He was bombarded with a multitude of flashing images. His head was pounding.
Pulling from her mind, he mumbled an incantation to send her to sleep.
Letting her limply flop on the bed, he clasped hands around his head, groaning. The pain was almost unbearable. This was not Legilimency, and he wasn’t sure if the curse affected his ability in general, or this was connected only to her. It was- Same as before, he could feel her feelings, hear her thoughts - it was disturbing.
Now, it was beyond disturbing.
Whatever just happened had left his mind in shambles. Breathing deeply, he focused on centring himself. Hermione started to cry, issuing small muffled screams and he looked at her. Nightmares were nothing new, and magical sleep did nothing to help to prevent them. Waving his wand to dispel his enchantment, Severus observed carefully.
She sat up in the bed, eyes wide and gulping air.
“I can place runes on your head too if you don’t mind looking Māori.”
“I’ll pass.” Her voice was rough and breathless. “I’ll take my chances with nightmares.”
“The decision is yours, Miss Granger.”
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Screams, rubble and dust, curses surrounded her.
The dream was always the same and always disturbing. Suddenly, the scenery changed. She was under the cloak with Harry and Ron, she heard Voldemort’s voice and started to cry. This nightmare she hadn’t had in years. The scent of blood filled her nostrils. She didn’t want to watch. The snake hissed and she screamed.
Literally yanked from the nightmare, unfocused and more than a little surprised by the presence of Severus Snape, of all people, in her room, she mumbled her answers, not really paying attention.
The Voice in her head laughed insanely, reminding her of Bellatrix’s deranged snickering. The need to move, to run away from the constant torment propelled her from the bed.
Standing next to the window, without even glancing at her ‘guest’, she fought the urge, split into two equal parts. Her first impulse, drawing her near him, to him - it was so much easier to resist it now, when she had only one voice to battle and much of her mind under relative control. Her second impulse was to hurl hexes until he disappeared from her eyesight. His calmness and ever-present sarcasm irked her.
“What is the matter, Miss Granger?”
“Stay out of my head.”
“Far be it from me to even desire such thing. Your head is not the place I want to revisit.” He drawled at her. “You act as if you have a full bag of fleas in your pants.”
“Yes? Well, it’s not easy, to deal with what I’m dealing with.”
“If you used your brain instead of your most prominent house traits, you, we, wouldn’t be in this problem now.”
“Yes,” she scoffed bitterly. “Because I have the desire to go around exposing the carving in my skin. Mudblood. Have you any idea how it feels, how it looks like to be branded for life?”
“None whatsoever. You are quite right Miss Granger.” His voice held a tilt of amusement and she flinched. For a second, she has forgotten to whom she was talking.
“I am sorry Professor,” she began, but he shoved a book into her hand. A Muggle book of Mayan legends. “What clues am I looking for?”
“Not a clue Miss Granger. This is the only way I can think of to shut you up, save from Langlock. Just sit down, be quiet and let me work.” He dismissed her.
With a sneer, that he disregarded, she went to the head of the bed and curled, leaning on the pillows, doing her best to focus on the book. Her mind was much quieter now, not entirely but bearable. Heat from the day and the rhythmic scratching of his quill lulled her to sleep.
Blinking her eyes to the darkening room, Hermione resisted her urge to stretch. The scraping of the quill was still present. He was sitting in the same position, hunched over the hovering board he used as a table, surrounded by papers and books. A small shimmering ball levitated above his head, providing extra light for his work. From her position, she could see his profile, frowning and grim.
He straightened his back and she closed her eyes, still looking at him through the drape of her eyelashes.
He flexed muscles and the loud crack of his neck filled the room. With an annoyed gesture, he pushed the board and it floated away. He turned his head to glance at her and the look in his eyes shocked her.
Is he concerned for me?
‘Maybe he’s worried about himself.’ Snickered the Voice, taunting her.
Why would he be worried about me?
‘Maybe he knows something you don’t?’
Shut up!
‘Maybe he knows what I know?’
I’m ignoring you.
He stood up and approached the window. The shining ball followed him and he waved his hand, smacking it away like an annoying insect.
“Miss Granger, either acknowledge that you are awake or go back to sleep.”
“I’m awake,” She mumbled.
“Hmh.” He nodded. “We could go to the inn and eat something. We do need to talk and rest. I already contacted Mr Potter, two days from now we will have transportation back home. And tomorrow morning, just after sunrise we are leaving this dump.”
“But…”
“Your notes are more thorough than you admit. I do hope that you have a good explanation for your actions, or at least for lack of understanding about the nature of the curse you released.”
“I… I…” Confused she stuttered, feeling like she is in his classroom once again.
“I am hungry Miss Granger, and I’m going to eat. You may choose to follow me or tumble behind me. The choice is entirely yours.”
“Give me just a second - I need to use the privy.”
Washing her face and teeth, she used the loo, and to her chagrin, found him standing near the toilet door.
“What are you doing?!” Anger rose. Her head was more clouded than before and she worried the curse had found a way around the protective wall of runes. Snape yanked his hand and she surged forward.
“Unfortunately, for this little detail, there are no explanations. Not on the box and not in your notes. The nature of the Bond is not specified, and my guess is that this particular piece of invisible jewellery attached itself due to the reversed order of the curses’ activation.”
“That’s good news then?”
He gave her a look that clearly stated his opinion of her use of the term ‘good’. Walking towards the door, he pulled her and she tottered behind him like an unwilling puppy.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
The pain in Severus’ temples increased with every passing minute.
She was sitting across from him, blinking and frowning as if the whole situation was somehow his fault. Somewhere, halfway through the conversation, he understood that she probably knew much less than she’d thought. Or her understanding was compartmentalized, divided by what she knew and what her muddled brain could process.
“But…how?”
“Each part of the curse, Miss Granger, has more than one component. It is clear and I might add, easily visible from your notes. The second part is, unfortunately, binding in more ways than one.” His head throbbed harder. “Restraint against physical separation is a just small portion of the entire package.”
The local girl came to their table to bring them their food and he stopped talking. He carefully observed Hermione’s eyes; they were shifting in and out of focus. With each glass of beer, her eyes unfocused more. Soon she would be submitted to the thrall of the curse.
Maybe she could resist it if she wasn’t so weakened by the other curses. And what would my excuse be, in that case? What is her aspect, I wonder… Merlin!!!
Picking up her bare foot from his crotch, he pushed it down and away.
“That is precisely what I’m talking about, Miss Granger.” She blinked,  as if he’d just wrestled an ice-cream cone from her hand and tossed it to the ground. “Each of us is affected by a different set of aspects, abilities if you prefer, and at this point, it seems we must discover what those attributes are. In addition, Miss Granger, and before I disclose this, I must emphasize how disgruntled I am with this prospect.”
“Gods, what?” She started to chew on her lower lip.
“This was not meant as ‘slavery’ curse, which was my first guess…” He cleared his throat uncomfortably “It was meant as ‘love’ curse. As you are fully aware, curses can manipulate human feelings but to a certain extent. You must be aware that the notion of love is not one of them. And the casters final goal was for another party to fall in love with him or her at the end. Now, that might have worked fine for the original creator, but it leaves us neck-deep, given the fact that neither of us is in love or even remotely interested in the other.”
“Then how… What…?”
“Well, with forced proximity for one.”
“What would prevent either of them from just - getting rid - of the other?”
“Would you kill me in my sleep?”
“No, why would I do that? But if the intended party was forced—”
“I am certain that this segment or at least the first part has some sort of protection from harm. At least up to a certain degree.”
“What are you on about?”
“Your eloquence has improved greatly over the years, Miss Granger.” His insides crumbled at the choice of words. “Lust, Miss Granger. A very manipulative emotion.”
“Lust is not an emotion, it is a chemical reaction.”
“My point exactly.” With an annoyed growl, he pushed her foot from his lap again. “And, now that you aware of it, please try to refrain yourself.”
“Why?” She shrugged. He was staring at her with near murderous gleam. “It’s not like I can go and snog someone else with you hovering behind my back, or you could shag some other chit.”
“It is only a matter of knowing the right people, Miss Granger.” He wanted to throw her off the balance. The small matter of a fidelity charm can be skipped if she didn’t notice it, Severus thought grimly. That was his problem, and he would figure out how to circumvent it, eventually.
Hermione wrinkled her nose, thinking deeply. “Do you know such people?”
“Curiosity killed the cat Miss Granger, and you have only one life.”
“Hmh.” She huffed through the nose. “So, me wanting to snog you is just a curse. Well, considering what already transpired… I don’t see a problem in that.”
She’s gone completely bonkers. “Miss Granger, you may be a young woman but that does not necessarily mean that I am interested to indulge in your…offer.”
“Then Luna must be wrong in her perception of you, Professor. If I remember her words correctly, you have no problem in ‘shagging everything with boobs and long legs in a particular age span’. Well, I do have relatively long legs... and I have boobs,” She pulled the collar of her sleeveless blouse and glanced down her décolletage “Sort of.”
Involuntarily, his eyes appraised her bust. If it was any other woman he would be more than inclined to voice his opinion about her ‘sort of’ size, but under the circumstances...
He shook his head to dispel inappropriate thoughts as well as an image of her naked body.
“What Luna neglected to mention is that I do exclude my ex-students from that pool. And to my satisfaction, the Muggle world does not lack in that respect.”
“You had no qualms with that small detail last night. And, before you get any idea about dismissing my claim with the curse, last night there was no active curse for your convenient excuse.” Her words hit him like a rock, with everything that transpired that day he forgot about last night, almost completely. “You see, Professor, I do have a proposition for you.”
“Miss Granger—” She leaned over the table to place one finger over his lips, he backed away almost instantly, remembering how direct physical contact affected his judgement.
“I am still talking, Severus. You see, ever since the war, I was - let’s stick to your cat analogy - like a cat in heat.”
He gasped. “How on earth did you manage to resist the pull for so long, not to have—” Little missy is just full of surprises.
“I had my suspicions that my state was a consequence of Bellatrix’s knife. And I had very unpleasant notion that my activities - if I indulge in them, would prove to have some of traits associated with succubi. That I’d drain not their life but their magic. You, on the other hand, are protected, which makes you perfect solution to my problem.” He winced at those words.
“I am sure that you spent night after night contemplating on shagging, was that the word you used, your Potions Professor.” Sarcasm replaced a small dose of bitterness in his voice, for which he was grateful to whatever deity above protected him. She was quiet for some time.
Finally, she leaned to him over the table. “No, I did not. However, I could think of worse combinations by far. If you feel uncomfortable with my proposition, think of it as... Tutoring experience.”
He gawked at her, struggling to keep his jaw closed. She looked quite smug with her proposition and reasoning. And as much as he tried to find a hole in her words, the only excuse he could give was his stubborn refusal. Trying to approach the problem from a different angle, he wondered why he was resisting. This young, sexy witch was doing everything in her power to persuade him to have sex with her. Maybe it is because of the curse. Once we are free, if she is still up to it I’d be more inclined to… Who are you trying to fool, you just don’t like that she is… But is she…?  He just had to be sure.
“And you are not concerned about titles once this matter is resolved? You will be the one crucified on the media cross, Miss Granger. I have no intention of returning to the magical community.”
“Knowing our magical law, we are already main news.” She grinned. “Bonded, in any form or shape, in magical law translates to married. And I for once don’t give a rats ass about what others think. By law, I do have a right to shag my bonded partner. Don’t you think?”
“Oh, I’d love to read that bit of rumour, except for the small matter of my own name in relation to it. Not to mention, I do like my bollocks attached to my person.”
“Again, no one can dispute anything, by law. And if they try I’d be more than willing to let them and see what would happen.” An almost bloodthirsty grin danced on her lips. She licked them. “Provided, that we prevent your - loss, before everything else.”
“Allow me to think about your - proposition, Miss Granger.”
“Granted. You have until we finish with dessert. After that - we are doing things my way, and I have to warn you, I do know how to use some aspects of the other curse - to my advantage.”
“That sounds a lot like severe lack of possible answers Miss Granger.”
She just broadened her grin and attacked the food set in front of her.
His mind mulled over their most recent conversations while his eyes roamed her figure. With proximity limitations and curse effects, it is bound to happen anyway. And it can be amusing to have a toy for a while. A willing and non-clingy toy. Besides… Yes, yes that can be challenging.
His dick had its own opinion about her proposition, and it worked in her favour. Why the hell not? With sly smile he looked at her.
“Very well, Miss Granger. As long as we are in agreement that it is my call, as an educator, how and when we engage in your training. And, that you will follow the instructions.”
“Sure,” she smirked at him leaning back in her chair.
“Then we have a deal.”
Life had just gotten a lot more interesting.
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