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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Harry Potter or J.K. Rowling. I make no money off of these stories. This is just fun for me.

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DS: I was happy to review your stories. They’re all centered around my favorite pair. I was very fortunate that the first story I ever opened was Quartet by OracleObscured, and her wonderfulness led me to your amazingness which inspired me greatly to get back on the FF horse.

I don’t think I’ll ever be “over” your writing. It’s fun, entertaining and HOT. Yes, my eyes are still yelling at me from staring at my phone so much….but worth it.
I was really hoping you’d say it was okay that I play off An Hour of Snape. I wanted to use it for this story, I think it will fit well for what I have in mind, but maybe not. If you have a way for me to send you the chapter (when I get to it) for pre-approval, I’d be happy to do that to make sure it’s respectful in your eyes.

I almost squealed at the last pargraph of your review. Okay – who am I kidding, I did squeal. I’ve been out of the game so long and I whipped this out so fast I was worried it was bullocks. I’m glad you liked it. I can’t believe I’ve popped out a prologue and two chapters in less than 24 hours. They certainly won’t all be able to come that fast….Spring Break this week, so once class is back in session, I’m hoping to maintain a pace of at least one chapter a week. This is my first Harry Potter fan fiction attempt ever. What I'm finding most difficult is remembering all the incantations, animals, wizarding metaphors, etc so if you ever have any suggestions to make it more....wizard-esque...please shout down the roof tops.

THANK YOU for the feedback. I welcome anything you’ve got - positive or constructive.
Looking forward to communicating with you more. ~*Lissa

Chapter Two
Severus Snape let a long, impatient sigh run languidly through his large nose. If that bloody Mediwitch asked if he wanted a fucking sponge bath one more time today, he would not be responsible for what happened. “No, Miss Dronna. I washed with the therapist this morning,” he drawled, maintaining a bored, but reasonably polite expression on his face. Ever since the truth of his part in the war had come to light, he had received an outpouring of attention from witches all over the country, much to his chagrin. Apparently, an Order of Merlin, First Class was enough to make the knickers drop all over Great Britain. He insisted that all mail be forwarded to his house. He would burn it when he got back to Spinner’s End. Crazy, hero-worshiping witches. Didn’t they know he just wanted a life back?

He had zero interest in being the hero. He just wanted to survive this bloody hospital stay and be allowed to live a … normal life. Normal. He snorted. This made the Mediwitch startle and throw a hopeful glance in his direction as she pretended to straighten up the small wardrobe near the door. Will I even know what to do with normal? “Please…leave,” he breathed menacingly, employing a bit of the old brusque tact he used with his students. Her eyes widened slightly and she scurried out of the room. He bit off the desire to laugh at her as she scuttled and let himself fall back into the flat feather pillows of the uncomfortable bed as his eyes slid shut.
A moment later they snapped open as hesitant footsteps filled his ears. “I thought I told you to get the fuck out, witch!” he bellowed nastily.

There was a soft “Oh!” of surprise and his gaze landed on her. Instantly he was sitting up, an apology on his lips. His eyes brightened from dull coal to glimmering onyx. The girl was back. His heart ticked up a notch and it was a struggle to keep a welcoming smile off his face.

“Miss Granger!” He stopped her as she was turning to flee, a box of what appeared to be biscuits in her trembling fingers. “Please stay, I thought you were someone else.” He saw her stiffen and pause, her scrumptious backside facing him in skin tight Muggle jeans. Her shoulders heaved as if she were taking a deep, cleansing breath and she turned back more slowly. He rolled his head, cracking his neck. The first thing he was going to have to do when he got out of here was find a witch to shag.
“You should be more polite to the staff, Professor,” she murmured meekly with a small smile on her face. It was off-putting, her being so…polite with him. However, each time she had visited him since the Battle of Hogwarts it was the same. He had always used intimidation with his students, but this particular student had never seemed to care. She always had her insufferable hand in the air; always with the persona of the know-it-all. Finding this side of her was utterly…arousing…this of course being her intelligence and capability of carrying a conversation without the show-off, brown-nosing attitude. He shifted distractedly and plopped a pillow into his lap to hide his growing welcome to her with a flabbergasted grimace. Returning his attention to her, he gestured to a bedside chair, which turned magically to face the bed.

“Sit,” he instructed briskly. She obeyed with no hesitation, the soft, sweet smile still curving her delicate mouth. His erection grew. Fuck. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a second visit in as many days, Miss Granger?” His baritone rumbled down her spine. Was it his imagination, or had her thighs pressed tighter together? His glance rose back to her lovely face as she shook her head minutely, as if to dispel something from her thoughts.
“Mrs. Weasley is here visiting the handful of wounded who are still hospitalized. She baked biscuits.” She raised the tin, inviting him to take it. He did so, his fingertips lightly brushing over hers. His stomach flopped, did her breath just hitch? He didn’t understand why she kept visiting him. He was never particularity stimulating company. Most of the time they wound up sitting in silence, sometimes sharing a newspaper. She read aloud to him occasionally as well, which was actually very soothing. She had a smooth, husky voice.
Where the visits were companionable, they were also…. odd. “I thought you might enjoy them, chocolate chip?” she inquired, bringing his attention back to the tin of cookies. He popped it open and took one, offering the tin to her. She politely declined with a small wave of a petite hand, her fingers wiggling absently. He shrugged, replacing the lid and took a bite. It took a bit of effort to keep himself from groaning in pleasure. The food at this place was abysmal. This damn biscuit was the best thing he’d had in weeks.

“They’re…mouthwatering,” he drawled, noticing her quick twitch and shift in posture. She crossed her ankles. All right, Sev, he chided himself, finishing the biscuit in two more bites. He’d been testing limits with her, seeing how much he could get her to squirm. Leave the poor girl be, you’ve gotten what you needed. He found it amusing, her change of heart – so to speak. She almost acted as if he affected her physically, which was utter nonsense. He was nineteen years older than her, for crying out loud. A “greasy git” he’d heard his students mutter, and a sour one at that.
“Do you find yourself ready for your seventh year at Hogwarts, Miss Granger?” he asked, reaching for, and taking a sip from, his water glass.

She relaxed. “Oh, yes, Professor.” She smiled broadly, deepening a shallow dimple in her right cheek. How had he never noticed that before? His mouth went dry; he took another sip of water.
“I’m feeling nostalgic for Hogwarts and am looking forward to taking my N.E.W.T.s after a, hopefully, uneventful year.” She chuckled softly and the sound forced an unmistakable smirk to tug the corner of his mouth. How was she gleaning this reaction from him? She had certainly gotten under his skin over the past six weeks.
It was Severus’ turn to shake his head to clear it. Her genuine smile and sparkle left him momentarily breathless, not to mention her avid desire for learning. A smart witch was more of a turn on then a pretty one, but she was both. You bloody idiot, she’s your damn student! Get a grip.
“Have you received your booklist yet?” he finally managed, doing his best to keep his voice sounding uninterested. He knew starting a topic on books with her could be dangerous, but he was disappointed with her answer. He had been prepared to sit back and listen to that soft, husky voice ramble about her new spell books.
“No, sir,” she replied simply. “I hear they’re still trying to fill a couple of posts…” She trailed off for a moment, hesitating.

“Do you have something….to…ask…me?” he drawled, leaning towards her while inflecting the words as if he were answering her raised hand in the classroom. She threw a hesitant glance at him, her eyes quickly darting away to the clenched fingers in her lap when she found him watching her. He was surprised with himself, this was one of his most vocal visits yet.

“Are you going to be returning to Hogwarts, sir?” She bit her lip, barely daring to breathe while she waited for his reply.
He studied her face for a moment before replying. Gods, her lips were sexy. Plump, soft, pink – no hint of gloss or lipstick which he reveled in. He preferred a natural look. “Yes,” he stated briefly, noticing his voice sounded higher than it should. He cleared his throat before continuing. “A potions master once more, it seems.” Her eyes flew up to meet his again before dashing away.
“That’s…good,” she intoned lamely. You sound like a silly little girl, she chided herself. She huffed out a breath and shoved fingers through her wild chestnut hair. “Well, I best be going. Please enjoy the biscuits.” She rose quickly, accidently tipping the bedside table. “Ouch,” she muttered as the tin of biscuits went flying. Snape raised his hand and the tin soared right into it, the table righting itself with a soft clunk. She looked disconcerted and then impressed by his wandless magic, her hand thoughtlessly massaging her iliac crest where the table had hit.
“Miss Granger, are you all right?” he asked her, sliding to the edge of the bed while carelessly tossing the tin to the end. He watched her rub her hip where she had hit the table, wincing. He thoughtlessly grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to him, dragging down the hip of her jeans to investigate. He marveled in the softness of her skin and his cock jumped as he took in the spring green string of her knickers. As he brushed his fingers gently over the bruise that was already starting to form, he muttered an incantation. She froze, her breath hitching in quick, rapid successions as an apparent charm cooled her skin. His fingers flamed as if he had been burned. Does she feel this, too? His stare bore into her, willing her to look at him. When she did, it was as if a Bludger had struck.
Without taking even a moment to consider the consequences, his dick took over all sense of propriety. He yanked her down while she simultaneously threw herself into his lap and he claimed her soft pink lips in his unyielding, hard mouth. She grunted in surprise, which allowed him the entrance he desired into that petal soft orb. His tongue swirled in, claiming her in a deep, decadent kiss that turned his stomach in a painfully delicious knot. Her wet, pink muscle reacted to his as if starving, stroking wetly. He groaned and shifted to slide his fingers up into her hair, breaking contact to shift his probing lips into a different direction. Suddenly, as quickly as she was in his arms, she was across the room, chest heaving and hand to her startled mouth. She was looking at him with barely suppressed shock and …. and what was that? Revulsion?

“I have to go,” she flung out. “I’m so sorry, Professor!” Her face reddened with…shame? Embarrassment? Disgust? Why is she sorry? His chest knotted in apprehension, what in Merlin’s hairy bollocks had possessed him to react in such an unprofessional manner? He’d frightened her worse than a boggart. Before he could even speak, she was gone in a whiff of vanilla and lavender fragrance, deep brown locks trailing behind her.
“Miss Granger!” he called after her.
“Shit.” He struggled to his feet, intent on following her and apologizing, claiming insanity and inability to work out tensions in a hospital room. He took just two steps before having to reach out and steady himself on the chair. He was in no condition to chase her through the corridors. Two weeks of utter unconsciousness followed by two weeks of bed rest had left him weak. It would be at least two more before he regained his full strength. He collapsed into the chair, furious with himself for overstepping the boundaries. For playing his hand without knowing hers and letting his guard down. He couldn’t do it again. A young, beautiful, and intelligent witch such as herself would not be interested in him. What was he thinking? His elbows hit his knees at the same time he let his hands fist into his hair. You stupid, bloody bastard. The one nice thing going for you – what felt like real companionship for the first time since Lily – and you blew it by overstepping all the red tape.
She was out on the street without knowing how she got there, her breasts heaving with ragged breath. Oh, Gods! She crossed her arms over her chest, realizing her nipples were rock hard. Why had she done that? Her brain was fuzzy. The electric shock of his touch so intimately close to her arousal had thrown her and she had pounced on him like a niffler to gold. Her hands fisted in her hair as hot tears coursed down her cheeks. She couldn’t see him again. Oh, Gods, class is going to be unbearable! She ground the heels of her palms into her eye sockets in useless attempts to damn the waterworks.
Forcing herself to take deep, even breaths, she leaned against the brownstone exterior of the building and bent at the waist, arms still hugging her middle tightly. When she had finally calmed her racing mind and slowed her shallow breathing, she found herself feathering soft strokes across her lips with her fingertips. She leaned back into the stone. Her lips tingled as if they had been jinxed. His tongue had tasted of mint and chocolate chips, his hands had left a scorching trail of blazing fire over her hips, and the back of her scalp tingled where they had knotted into her hair. Stop it! He was going to pull you away, she chided herself. Don’t delude yourself into thinking he wants you, you’re just a child to him. A student, for Merlin’s sake! She huffed a sigh, unable to help her mind from replaying the whole scene again and again.
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