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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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Last chapter!
Since tonight is a double-posting, you may want to read the previous one if you didn't ;)
This story, in my head, has a potential for sequel, but I'm still indecisive about that :D
Interlace

- I’m not so sure about this, Luna. If he really is that hostile, maybe we should wait a bit more? – Hermione was teetering behind her. Luna stifled a sigh, why nobody listens to her?
A week after she took Severus to the club, he became unbearable, testing even her patience. Hermione wasn’t much better, only in opposite direction. While Severus argued, growled and hissed, spilling poisonous words; Hermione was teary and timid. Both of them overly emotional. So, she made the decision. She will put them together in one room and leave them be, one or both will come out alive.
- Do you think I’m noticeable? –
- I know how to cast a charm, Hermione. – she snapped, it probably didn’t sound like that to Hermione but she was on the edge of her nerves. They were blind and ignorant. Smart as they were, they were thick as a concrete wall sandwiched between two brick walls. She halted in her pace, trying to visualise how would that look like.
- Luna? I’m sorry, I’m just… I don’t know … nervous, scared… - Hermione babbled next to her
- Hmmm? Oh! It is fine. Now, I need to blindfold you before we apparate. – she tied Hermione’s eyes before her friend had a chance to complain and focused on apparating. – Hold to my shoulder. –
She glided slowly down the street and stepped in front of his door, ringing a bell. Severus appeared to them, frowning
- You could just have walked in. – he grumbled instead of the greeting.
- I am not the one visiting. – he narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze into the empty space next to her – She is blindfolded, I suggest getting her into the house before disillusioning her and removing the blindfold. –
She smiled and made two steps backwards before popping into the thin air.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus growled, he was certain that Luna did use some sort of protective spell to hide her action, which left him standing on the door, staring into empty space and talking to himself like a lunatic.
- Get into the house, Granger. Grab my arm. – hissed, stretching his arms in a pretence of stretching out.
Light hand hooked at his wrist and he tugged her in the house, closing and locking the door. Blocking the way from the hallway to the living room he cast a silent: finite incantatem and apparition from his nightmares flickered to existence.
His heart skipped a beat. She was wearing scandalously short and revealing summer dress, even if fall was cooling the days. Colourful bandana wrapped around her eyes. She shivered.
- Why is so cold in here? Where are we? In the freezer? –
- If you learned how to dress properly, at least for the season if not for the occasion, you wouldn’t be cold. – he banished the blindfold – What are you trying to pull? –
- What’s wrong… Oh, oh Gods! Luna!!! – he watched her thumping her foot to the ground – She told me she ‘fixed’ my dress a little. I look like a tramp! –
By his opinion, she looked sexy hot, or like a very annoyed Afghan bloodhound, but no one asked him. Luna did know what she was doing, cutting her dress so concealing and revealing at once. Hermione’s skin was the sun kissed, almost golden in tan. Her hair longer than he remembered and equally wild.
- Well, since your attempts to incinerate me on the spot don’t work, at least you could invite me in and offer some refreshments. Hot tea or any kind of alcohol would do, anything that can warm me up. Unless you are willing to show me to the bathroom, I think I have some clothing with me. – she frowned and that snapped him out of the trance.
- What are you doing here, Granger? –
- Didn’t you get my note? –
- The owl must have lost its way. – he snarled at her
- Owl? What owl? I’m talking about the note I left you on the pillow. –
- That note? You must pardon my confusion, it was a long time ago. –
- Not that long. – she sounded insulted
- What about that note? –
- I promised you I’ll come to see you when I heal myself. The bond is unnecessary, we can break it now. – she tilted her head
- Indeed, it was about time. – he hissed, something cold and hard start grinding in his chest – Follow me. I do deserve right to obliviate the parts of my home from your mind. My home is my sanctuary and I don’t want you popping in and out at your leisure. –
- You do not have to worry but feel free if it will put your mind at ease. I just came to hold my end of the bargain and release you from the binds you so graciously accepted in order to help me. –
- Sit. – all manners left him the moment she started to talk about breaking the bond – Ogden’s, Brandy or Whiskey? Do not look at me like that, you asked for something to warm you up. -
- Brandy, if you are insisting. Or you could just break the bond, obliviate me and toss me out. – she sounded hurt and he closed his eyes
- Sit down and stop babbling. – grumbled pouring a good four fingers of Brandy each and handing her the glass – I cannot break the bond, we have to call Bill for that. –
- While we wait, can I ask you something? –
- Do you ever run out of questions? – he looked at her, trying hard not to peer at her cleavage while she rummaged through small, wallet-like purse
- Well, no spear clothing. – she mumbled, she either ignored his question or she didn’t hear it, but she pulled a battered book too big for the size of the purse – But I do have this. – she turned the book to him and he recognized it – Is this her? Your teacher? –
- No, I believe that is a book. –
- I know that. – she rolled her eyes – But it is her work, right? – he nodded, not sure where she was heading with that – Is this you? – she opened the page she marked previously.
He took the book from her hands, pretending to study the picture, it seemed like a lifetime ago. He nodded slowly
- I believe it is. We did an installation like that, that much I can confirm. –
- Don’t you play that game with me! You told me she sent you a copy. Now, is this you or not? –
- And what if it is? –
- It is beautiful! I even tried to purchase it, I contacted the author but she told me that the original photo is already sold. –
- It is. It is in my possession. –
- Oh! Well, thank you. – her eyes saddened, she closed the book and placed it back in a bag, taking a big gulp of brandy
- May I require what do you want with my picture? –
- That picture is a work of art, art with a strong statement. I wanted to have it. – she smiled to the table – When I first saw it, my first thought was about what I went through. –
- In Potions lab? – wicked smile coloured his lips
- No, in war. – she whispered and shivered
- Come, Granger. Let me give you something warm to wear, I should show you something. Bill dropped it, just about the time you disappeared. –
He led her to the bathroom on the ground floor and showed her in, climbing to the bedroom, he took the first bundle that fell under his hand, rushing down and knocked at the door. Her hand stuck out and he handed her the clothes. Soon after she waddled out in his pyjama pants and too big long-sleeved T-shirt with a shy smile. He thought he never saw her looking sexier than in his oversized garments. They returned to the living room and he gave her the black notebook.
- Trust the Black to destroy your life, apparently, it is a matter of genetics. –
- What?
- Just read. I’m going to make us something to eat. –
He left her curled on his sofa, hanging around the kitchen, tossing only occasional glances. He was frying the chicken rolled in the bather when she run into the kitchen, all flustered and snatched his hand, nearly spraying both of them with hot oil.
- We have to go to Harry! –
- What? –
- The party! Oh, Gods, the part.The curse was already activated! –
- Would you calm yourself down and explain, with words, perhaps. –
- I must be sure. We must go to Harry’s! Now! –
- Hermione… - he started to worry
- From where we can apparate? –
- The yard, but… -
- No time to explain, come now! –
She dragged him to the yard and apparated them to the Potters, banging on the door like a mad-woman, hopping from one foot to the other. Harry opened the door
- Hermione! Snape? - he shrugged at the Potter, equally confused
Hermione run to the library and started to toss things around
- Where is it? Harry, where is it? –
- What? – Harry looked at him and he shrugged again
- The box, little black box, padded with silk and stone heart in it. It was here! –
- Relax, Hermione. Here it is. I moved it, couldn’t bring myself to throw it away, so I moved it to this drawer. Why do you need this? –
She snatched the box from Harry’s hands and opened it, taking out a heart-shaped black stone. Looking at the stone she hung her head and slid to the ground, Potter stood like petrified, before he had time to think he reached her and scooped her face
- Hermione? –
- We were doomed Severus, even before Peru. This is it! –
- It is an interesting trinket, Hermione but, there is no magic in that stone. –
- The party, the one after you was freed, when I finished school. Don’t you remember Severus? –
- Yes, I remember the party… -
- We were in the library... - …
…He was in the library, hiding from the crowds, when door slammed open
- No, means NO, Ronald. – her voice reached from the door frame
- Why are you so stubborn Hermione. Everyone is doing it. –
- Well, I am not everyone. I suggest you find that ‘everyone’ and leave me be! –
- Ouch! You are bloody mental! Fine, stay with the books! –
Door slammed again, and soft sobs filled the room. He stayed quiet in hope that she would cry it off and leave the room. But she walked to the fireplace and sighed
- I am so sorry you had to hear that, professor. –
- I am not your professor anymore Miss Granger. –
- You will always be my professor. – she replied softly shifting through sea of trinkets placed on every available surface
- I think you shouldn’t touch that, plenty of them are cursed with Dark Magic. –
- I can sense it, this one isn’t. – she picked up the small black box and begun to open it
- Don’t Granger! – he yelled at her, but she flicked the box open and bright golden light with sparks flashed through the room. He froze, but nothing happened, he casted diagnostic spell but it detected nothing – Lucky for us, Miss Granger, that this one was a dud. – he snatched the box from her hand, and bright pink stone, returning it to the box – Could you do me a favour and remove yourself from my presence? - …
… - Do you remember now? –
- That stone was pink not black, Granger. –
- I know. Can you return us to your home? Please. –
- Hermione, what is it with the stone? – asked Harry
- The stone was rose quartz, it’s the only purpose was to set the things in motion. Once the stone turns black, the curse is fully active. We were cursed for years. Please Severus, bring us back. – she sounded broken, he picked her up from the floor and turned to Potter
- Store the stone and the box for Bill. I’ll contact you soon. –
Shortly after they landed in his yard, she hopped from his hands and looked at him with the desperation.
- If you call Bill we can at least free you. –
- Free me from what? –
- Did you read the diary? Did you even read the bloody thing? – she tugged her hand from his loose grip and run towards the bathroom, he followed her, stopping her at the door and pinning her
- Will you pull yourself together?! – snapped – Of course I did read the diary, I read the cursed thing until my eyes bled. I still don’t see the reason for acting like a mindless lunatic! –
- But the book, it said…the one, at least the one must harbour romantic feelings for the other in order for curse to work. –
- I know that. – he was confused, that was not a reason for this much commotion – However, curse still can be dispelled. –
- But the party that harboured the feelings…it will stay cursed forever. –
- Relax, Granger, we will call Bill as soon as you calm yourself down. –
She looked at him with desperate look and pushed on his chest with all her might, he remained motionless. Anger mixed with desire pumping through his veins, who the hell she thought she was?
- You… you don’t understand anything! – she screamed at his face, pushing him again
Red coloured his sight, without thinking at all he snatched her by the shoulders and raise her up, pinning her to the door with his body, his lips found hers roughly. She froze for a second and then responded with equal strength. Her legs wrapped around his middle, she continued to battle for dominance in a kiss.
He swayed backwards and slammed her against the door again. One of them whispered the spell and clothes pooled around their feet. She pressed her back at the door and tilted her pelvis to him, scratching his scalp, not releasing his lips. After so many months thinking, dreaming about her body, he didn’t have any desire to prolong. Positioning his hips, lining them, he pushed up, grunting when his cock glided inside her warm, tight channel. She moaned a throaty moan into the kiss. Her hips danced, heels digging in his buttocks, egging him to move.
His hips snapped and pushed forward, she tossed the head back pressing against the wood. He pulled back to take some air
- Thank you. – she mewed – I… thank you. –
- Hermione. – he panted
- Yes? –
- Shut up! – he kissed her again.
At first, he just wanted to feel her, at least once again before she waltzes out of his life forever, but now, he wanted more, he wanted to feel her shake and tremble, to see her falling apart one last time. Separating her from the door, he manoeuvred them both to the ground, her back arched, tilting her hips towards him, twitching them in a restless jig. Her face a mask of passion. They didn’t race to the finish line, they dashed as fast as they could. She used her heels to dictate the speed and strength of his hips and he abate to her desire.
Her muscles trembled, twitching and he picked up the velocity, her cries filling the narrow hallway. His back stung from her nails, nails that she was now digging at his rump, leaving bloody half-moons without a doubt. She screamed an arched, lifting from the floor, her channel undulating around him. That was his trigger, he bit his tongue to prevent her name from slipping from his lips. They stayed on the floor, joined, entangled, panting.
Finally, he moved, rising on his forearms
- We can call Bill if you want to. – rasped, her eyes bore into his
- Do you want to? – she asked and he shook his head
- Do you? – she shook her head – So what are we going to do with Bill? –
- Screw it, we are going to obliviate him if necessary. – he laughed and rolled next to her – What are we going to do now? –
- Rest, regain at least some strength, before I take you to the bedroom. – she beamed at him – I hear that Luna took you to the club. –
- She did… -
- But? It is not for you… -
- No, I have quite an extensive collection of ropes by now. I even practised some shibari when I could. It is not…well not…not without you. – she blushed and his heart speeded up
- Did you like the club? –
- I don’t know, all I could think was how much I missed you. – he chuckled
- We could go there together if you wish. – she looked at him
- I’ll think about it. And what’s with that Shana person? – he laughed pulling her closer.
- We’ll talk about it later. Hermione, what now? How do you want to proceed? –
- With what? –
- With the…bond. – he gulped, waiting on her words like on a sentence
- Severus, I…., I have no right to…trap you… -
- Trap me? – he blinked, confused
- Severus, I touched the stone… -
- Hermione, - she paused looking at him with teary eyes – I took the stone from your hand and place it back in the box. The stone is completely black, not partially. – he replied softly
- So, what do you want to do? – her eyes warm and concerned, he could see himself in them and sighed with relief
- First, take you to the bedroom and I won’t let you out until you forget what’s your name or how to walk properly. –
- Sounds like a plan. – she cracked a smile
- Then, we going to call Luna and ask her to bring your things here. And then, we are going to call Potter and Minister and let them figure out how they are going to explain to the public that one-third of Golden Trio, changed her last name. What do you think so far? –
- I think that this floor is too hard for all I want you to do to me. – she grinned and he smiled and kissed her nose
- Do you have any of those ropes at hand? – she nodded with a huge happy grin
- Yes, Sir. -
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