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Two Sides to Every Soul	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Two Sides to Every Soul
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Lucky Number 7
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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- 5
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A/N:� A penzion is
like a bed & breakfast, usually run by a family with one or two spare
rooms.

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Hermione contacted Gildas later that afternoon with the two
way mirror, obviously rousting him from the bath from the looks of things �
when she spoke his name in the mirror, her reflection changed to a view of a
pair of boots and a rumpled pair of trousers.�
�Um, Prof-Gildas? Gildas!� she called, and bit back a grin at the sight
of bare feet approaching the mirror.� It
was lifted up to his face, but she caught an interesting glimpse of hastily
adjusted towel and pale skin.� �Did I
call at a bad time?� she asked innocently, smoothing her hair from her face.� He caught the hint and brushed a hunk of wet
hair off of his cheek.

�Oh, no�just wanted to make sure I didn�t smell too
horrendous for female company,� he smiled.�
�Are you ready? I can be there in five minutes.�� When she replied that she was, they agreed to
meet in front of her penzion and head into the city from there; the two-way
mirror reverted into showing her flushed reflection.� She slipped it into her pocket and pulled her
hair out of its sensible braid, fluffing it with her fingers so that it tumbled
around her face and shoulders in loose curls.�
She debated whether or not to trade her outfit of a lightweight jumper,
jeans, and trainers for high-heeled sandals and a dress, but finally settled on
Charming her jumper to change colors while she looked in the full-length
mirror.� White? No.� Yellow? Maybe, it looked good with her hair�
Red? Definitely not�

A quick glance at her watch made her jump and hurry
downstairs where Gildas was lounging against the side of the building.� He was looking in the other direction at a
pair of children playing a very lively game of Gobstones and she saw him smile
as the young boy got a faceful of smelly liquid as a result of an unwise move.
He hadn�t seen her, so she could get an undisturbed look at him. He had dispensed
with his uniform, and was wearing a scuffed pair of boots, faded jeans and a
dark red shirt with sleeves so long that they almost concealed the fact that he
was wearing black leather gloves.� She
had no time to wonder why he was wearing them, for he turned his head and
looked at her, flashing that gorgeously lop-sided smile.�

�Hermione!� Um, is
your jumper supposed to be doing that?� he asked, nodding to her torso.� She looked down and saw to her embarrassment
that her jumper was still changing colors and tapped her wand to it in
irritation, settling the color to a soft yellow.� What was
it about this wizard that kept her so off balance? ��He crossed to her side, offering his
arm.� �Shall we?�

�We shall.�

The day was spent walking through the city, Hermione oohing
and aahing at the architecture and drinking in all the sights Gildas showed
her.� She even managed to persuade him to
accompany her to one of the various marionette theaters playing �Don Giovanni.�� She didn�t bother to remind him that since
they were supposed to be watching a play, he should keep his eyes on the stage
and not on her.� And new acquaintances or
not, she didn�t protest at all when she felt his arm settle across the back of
her seat and a muscular thigh press against hers accidentally-on-purpose.� A thrill ran through her when they were
filing out of the theater behind chattering tourists and he placed his hands on
her shoulders.� �We might get separated,
and then how would you find your way back?� he said slyly when she glanced back
at him in surprise.

Right.

She asked him about the gloves later as they leaned against
one of the railings on the Charles
Bridge, looking down at
the river.� His expression changed
subtly.� �Skin problem,� he said shortly,
and changed the subject, asking her about Hogwarts and the other teachers.

�They�re all � well, mostly all � very nice people.� You�d like them,� Hermione replied, wondering
just how the ebullient and friendly Gildas would react to Snape.

�Almost all?�� A tawny eyebrow arched in query.

Now she was the one changing the subject.� �So I heard that you were adopted? That�s
interesting,� she hedged, hoping he�d go along with the subject change.

�Not really,� he snorted. �I was passed off to the first
wizarding family that would have me � some muggles don�t appreciate budding
magical talents in their children, and my parents were apparently first in that
category. They came to the conclusion that I was possessed, actually, and
thought that shock treatment would remedy the situation.� It didn�t work, so I was left by the
proverbial side of the road.�� His eyes
twinkled as he looked at her.� �To this
day, power lines make me nervous.�

Hermione, who had been listening sympathetically, now burst
into laughter.� �You�re horrible � you were joking, weren�t you�?�

�I wish I was.� But
that�s in the past, just like Augusta Longbottom attempting to scare a stronger
brand of magic out of me when I was ten.�
Dreadful woman; I don�t understand how Mum could get on so well with
her.� Of course when we moved here years
ago, I heard that awful woman was terrorizing her grandson in much the same
fashion.�

�Oh, Neville!� We went
to school together,� she said, wincing a bit at emphasizing their age
difference.� �I thought it was always his
uncle he was complaining about�being a friend of the family, you�d know all
about Frank and Alice Longbottom.�

�Yes � a shame, that. Augusta
had no children of her own to intimidate after that, so she had to settle for
terrorizing everyone else�s.�

Hermione struggled to look shocked and failed miserably,
covering her mouth with a hand to hide the smile his words produced.� �Let�s go eat somewhere, shall we?� I�m famished,� she finally managed with a
straight face, and Gildas gave her an extravagant bow in acquiescence.�

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They soon fell into a routine � after teaching his summer
classes, Gildas would meet her at a pre-ordained spot, and they would explore
the city together.� Hermione was having
trouble pinning down the wizard and getting him to agree to accept the Care of
Magical Creatures post, but aside from that she was the happiest she had been
in a long while.� She had long since
learned that he was a terrible flirt and despite his resemblance to the
forbidding Potions Master, he was exceedingly popular with the ladies, witches
and muggles alike.� Gildas managed to be
so affable and charming that she couldn�t stay angry with him or be offended by
his roving ways � after all, she was the one he met with almost every day.� Whenever she caught his eyes wandering to
peruse a likely witch, she called him on it but he would only grin
unrepentantly. More and more, their meetings would consist of a short walk and
stolen kisses, but the handsome professor didn�t press her for more�a fact
which made the Gryffindor a little short tempered.

Time was running short; soon she would have to return to
Hogwarts, and Severus Snape.� She finally
had to Floo Dumbledore and inform him that his candidate for the Care of
Magical Creatures position hadn�t reached a decision that he cared to share
with her.� �I�m sorry, Albus.� Every time I bring it up, he just skirts the
issue,� she sighed.� �I can�t get a
definite decision out of him.�

The Headmaster looked at her solemnly.� �Do the best that you can, Hermione.� Have you spoken to�?� Well, of course not � silly of me.�

Hermione went on High Alert.�
�Spoken to whom?�

Albus waved a hand dismissively, and the fire spat green
sparks at her. �Nothing, my dear.�
Minerva sends her regards � we�ll see you in a few days.�� With that, he popped out before the witch
could say anything else, and she leaned back as the fireplace reverted to its
normal state.

She couldn�t believe that she would return without Gildas;
she had seen a look in Dumbledore�s eyes that strongly resembled
disappointment, and Hermione ground her teeth as she pulled off her clothes to
take a shower.� She slouched back against
the tiles and let the hot water plaster her hair to her face, but hastily
straightened as she recalled how Snape had yanked her straight from the shower
once, and had�

Resolutely turning her thoughts from the Potions Master to
Gildas, she pondered once more the reasons why any of their embraces or kisses
only seemed to last all of five seconds.�
And why did he insist on wearing a long sleeved shirt and gloves, even
when it was hot enough outside to fry an egg?�
He never seemed to be overheated or sweaty, and he would evade her
questions easily by saying that he had been born cold and it wasn�t about to
change � he never responded to any more of her queries regarding his preference
for wearing gloves and would change the subject whenever she brought it
up.� She decided that it was most likely
an obsessive-compulsive disorder�at least he hardly ever wore black.

Their kisses, however brief, had roused her to the point
that she was ready to drag him up to her room and have her wicked way with
him.� The times they had spent ardently
pressed against each other had proven that he wasn�t immune to her kisses
either.

She closed her eyes and slid her hands down her body,
imagining that it was the tall professor in the shower with her.� Light touches on her nipples, then a twisting
pull that made her groan.� Unconsciously
she began directing �him� aloud, pretending that she could hear the low, silky
voice responding to her demands.� �Yes�a
bit lower�oh, that�s it,� she purred as she trailed her hand down her stomach
to slip it between her legs.� He asked
her where else she wanted him to touch, and she tapped her neck.� �Right here,� she sighed.

Lost in her fantasy, she could almost feel him place a kiss
on the column of her throat, sucking the skin between his teeth and biting down
almost-but-not-quite causing pain.� And
he would rub himself against her cleft just like that before he gripped her
hips and positioned himself at her entrance, beginning to slide into-

Her eyes flew wide open in shock at the feel of being slowly
penetrated, and she drew her breath in for a scream as she found herself looking
into the obsidian-hard eyes of Severus Snape.

Tbc�

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My word! A cliffhanger!�
How quaint�.
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