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Affairs of the Mind	By : ladytsince1985 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5151 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters and do not make any money from writing this fanfic. Iďż˝d like to thank JKR for letting us dive into her world and swim in her imagination.

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A/N - Thank you to Ava Adore for sorting my shit out!! Love you!

To Readers - I should be updating quickly now as I am not using a beta anymore - I nearly gave up with this story all together as even after beta's had looked over it, it was being rejected by other sites. So I decided just to post the story as I've written it and give my apologies for the mistakes. Please leave Reviews .. I'd love to know what people think so far!

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It was half past eleven on the same evening. Hermione had not worked this hard since revising for her NEWTS. She was almost finished; all she needed was Snape’s finger prints. She walked up to the Minister’s office as she was sure that’s where he would be if he couldn’t go back to Spinners End.

As she walked, she allowed herself to think about what had just happened in her office with Snape. She wondered what he thought of her. She decided that he probably thought she was a silly little girl with a stupid crush. As she got closer to the Minister’s office she could hear voices; a woman’s voice. Hermione knocked on the door. It was Mrs Malfoy who opened it.

“The Minister is free now, if you would like to go in.”

Without waiting for Hermione to answer, she left the door open and walked past her in an elegant manner and headed for the exit, giving Hermione a slight nod as she walked past. Hermione walked straight in, not to find Snape as she had expected, but the Minister himself.

“Ah, Hermione, finished have we?” Said Scrimgeour.

“Well, actually I was looking for Snape, I need his finger prints.” Said Hermione, looking slightly concerned. “I didn’t realise you worked this late, Minister.” She added.

“Severus had some business to attend to. I stayed to wait for these.” Scrimgeour reached out his arm to take the papers Hermione had with her.

“Thank you, Hermione. You may finally go home to your very patient husband. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Sir.”

Hermione left, closing the door behind her. She headed back to her office to gather a few things before heading home. She was feeling frustrated. She had really wanted to see Snape. She felt a guilty pang wash over her but couldn’t understand why. Had she upset him? Did he actually like her? Fancy her? Or was it that she was just so pathetic he became bored and left for that reason? She sat down at her desk and put her head in her arms and rested on top of it. She was tired.

Dong ... Dong ... Dong ... Dong ... The ministry clock was striking midnight as Hermione began to awaken. She had apparently fallen asleep on her desk.
Thank Merlin it was only for ten minutes she thought.

Crack!

Suddenly, Severus Snape had Apparated into her office. He stood directly in front of her, his shirt had been torn and he had a scratch on his cheek
with a trail of dried blood from the wound down his neck. He looked as if his pride had been hurt not his body.

“Hermione, I thought I owed you an apology before the day was out-“ Dong...The last bell had struck. “But as I was obviously not able to do that, I will start this new day with one.” He said.

Hermione thought this was very out of character for the Professor Snape she knew. Or was this the real Snape she had asked for? All she knew is that she could not take her eyes away from him. She stood and walked towards him, taking her wand out as she stood. She cleaned his wound and his face where the blood had dried, being as careful as she could. A clumsy moment on her behalf was not an option right now, she was concentrating.

“I accept .”

She put her wand away and stepped up on her toes and kissed him on his wounded cheek. They starred at each other for a moment, both of them aware of Hermione's erect nipples and Snape aware of his aching cock beginning to grow. Hermione backed away from her ex-professor.

"Severus, what happened tonight? How did you get these injuries?" She said, desperately clinging to her 'professional' self, and trying not to think of his glistening chest, that she could see through the rip in his shirt. He didn't even have his usual robes on tonight. Not that Hermione was complaining.

"I was at the Malfoy house, as myself. Unfortunately, I ran into the ever-so charming Bellatrix. She blames me for not protecting the Dark Lord from his inevitable fate. She has never trusted me and I think she was very much in love with Voldemort. Even before her husbands death." Said Sanpe. "I doubt I have long now, before it all comes out. So for these next few secret days, I can just hope that I have done enough."

"Enough for what?" Hermione demanded. "And, what does it matter if people know you're alive? You are the hero in this, you are the one who protected Harry all of these years, and everybody knows the truth Severus." She pleaded with him.

"That is not for you to understand," He said sternly, and moved closer to her, so that his body was mere inches from hers. "For now."

His chin length, greasy black hair fell down in front of his eyes as he bent his head to look down at her so obviously aroused body. She lifted her head and tucked his hair behind his ear. Dear Merlin! She thought. She was so moist she felt a drop of her juices dribble down her thigh. If he could smell me before, he definitely can now! The tension between them was so strong she couldn't help herself and stepped up onto her tiptoes, she would have kissed him if she would have reached. Snape grabbed hold of her by her arse and pulled her towards him. He kissed her more passionately than she had ever been kissed before. He had one hand keeping her up by her bottom almost touching her warm, wet pussy, with the other hand behind her head making sure she didn't back away from the kiss. Snape had wanted this; he was going to make sure it would be something to remember.

Hermione's heart was pounding through her chest; she was swept away in the moment. Pushing her hands though Snape's greasy hair she could feel his pounding cock against her thigh and simultaneously feeling her clit throb and twinge as they so passionately kissed. Hermione's brain suddenly switched on.

What am I doing? I've been married less than 48 hours and I'm kissing another man ... I'm kissing Severus Snape! Oh my Lord! I'm kissing Severus Snape!
Snape, sensing that Hermione had come to her senses, put her down gently and just starred at her with his deep dark luring eyes. Hermione could feel herself exploding with thought, she was locked in his eyes and blurted out, "I'm sorry, I er, oh Severus, I'm sorry, I have to go." She didn't even pick up any of her things, just opened the door and left.

Hermione sneaked up to bed that night. Ron was snoring loudly. Changing into her silk shorts and vest, she went to the bathroom to get washed. All she could
smell was Snape, his aftershave, his taste. How could she have been so stupid!
She was pretty sure she loved Ron, but Snape, now Snape was something she had not incurred before, she was pretty sure it was just some kind of lustful crush she had. She hoped it would pass. And soon. She knew no matter how she might have felt like telling Ron. she couldn't. She had sworn to Severus to keep his secret. So for now she had to lie to her husband.

The next morning, she awoke at 10am to an empty bed. There was a note where her husband should have lay. Gone to work , was all it said. He was angry. She would definitely have to make it up to him tonight when he had finished work. When she got up, she decided she would make Ron's favourite dinner for him tonight, and when he walks through the door she shall be wearing nothing but her wedding ring.
When she got into the kitchen she discovered an owl waiting at the window that she did not recognise. She opened the window to let it in; it dropped the letter and flew straight off. She saw handwriting that she knew she had seen before but could not place it how or where from. She opened it and read;

Hermione,

I am your secret, please do not forget that.
I do not regret what happened in your office,
however, I am writing to tell you that I believe it was a lapse of judgement,
on both of our parts, and, it shall not happen again.
I shall be waiting for you in your office,
8am tomorrow morning -
Do not be late!

S.S.

Hermione breathed deeply. It was a heavy weight that he had instantly lifted off of her shoulders. Now, it was as if she had completely gotten away with their brief affair without consequence. She now felt she could put Snape out of her mind, and concentrate on her husband.

Hermione had set dinner ready for six pm, as Ron was usually home for then. She was wearing a silk dressing gown, with nothing underneath as she was planning to be naked during dinner. Seven o'clock came and went, as did eight o'clock. She was worried. She didn't actually know what Snape was up to and there could be more danger coming as far as she knew.

Another owl had arrived. Hermione rushed to get it. It was not from Ron.

Hermione,

Sorry to interrupt your evening.
I'm afraid I need to see you straight away.
Your office,

S.S.

"FUCK!" screamed Hermione. Here she was, not knowing where her husband was and now she had to leave. "Where the fuck is Ron?" While talking to herself she decided to leave a quick note for Ron and then get to her office, straight after she found some clothes that was! What is she thinking .. she was a witch! Reminding herself of that, she got her wand and clothed herself in one flick then grabbed some parchment and a quill.

Ron,

Where have you been? I have sat with
dinner for two hours, keeping it warm.
It is now in the fridge and you will have
to make sure you get the warming spell
right this time!
I'm so sorry for leaving,
I have to go into work.
It's urgent.
Love

Hermione

She pinned the parchment to the fridge, she was sure that's where he would go first. She then took a handful of Floo Powder and left for the ministry.

Hermione reached her office, stumbling as she opened the door, falling straight into her ex-professor's arms.

"It's as if you know what I need of you, Hermione." He said in that very nonchalant way of his.

"What do you want, Severus? I really do need to be getting home; it is twenty-past eight at night!” She replied in anger.

"For what, exactly? Your husband is detained at work, is he not?" Said Snape, with a smug look upon his face.

Hermione was shocked! She was at a loss for words! After a little while, she said, "What? How do you know that?" She said, calming down, now that she knew Ron was alright.

"I had the minister make reason for a big order to be placed, in case of my needing you. He should be busy until at least eleven-thirty this evening. Which gives you and I, the time we need, without your husband ever knowing." he explained to her. "I believe there is a big occasion here tomorrow, he needed all kinds of gifts and toys for some, family event for the ministry." He said, obviously cringing at the word family. “His wife apparently forgot to order them weeks ago, convenient really."

"Ah, alright. Well, what exactly is it that we are to do?" Hermione asked nervously.

"We are to join the Malfoy's for dinner. In precisely, twenty minutes. I have just recently received the information, and tonight, I need to take my wife with me. You will be my wife, Hermione. No will not be taken as an answer. It is a formal dinner; I took the liberty of buying you a dress. Put it on, then I will do your hair for you."

Snape handed to Hermione, what was a very revealing dinner dress. It was black, and made from silk, it was halter-necked so it did not show her breasts, but it was long and flowing with a slit right to the top of her thigh. The back of the dress was extremely low cut, the tip started just at the top of her bum. She secretly liked it but felt a bit 'on show'. She didn't like the way her breasts did not fill the front properly and was pulling it about to see if she could make them look a bit better.

"No matter." Said Snape, flicking his wand "Engorgio", Hermione's breasts grew at least two cup sizes and made the dress look perfect.

"Wow, thanks." she said letting out a little giggle, "You will put them back later, won't you?"

Snape ignored her last question handing her a very high pair of black stiletto’s to go with her new dress. Once she had them on, he flicked his wand and Hermione's hair twirled up into a hairnet then with another flick, letting the hair down, it had suddenly turned blonde and beautifully curly, not any frizz. Amazing. When he had finished, he let her look at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked very pretty. Snape then flicked his wand one last time, when she looked in the mirror again, she had aged about ten years and really didn't look anything like her.

"Very flattering." She said, in a sceptical voice, but smiling. "Why do I have to be older?" She asked, but when she turned to look at him, he had already taken the Polyjuice Potion. He was shorter, mousy brown, short hair, a bit younger than he was now, with light green eyes. "Oh no, no, no. It doesn't suit you!" She said, laughing. Then she couldn't believe her eyes. He was smiling, actually really smiling! Even though it wasn't him, it was.

He took her hand and stood next to her, they looked at each other in the full length mirror. "See? We suit each other. Let's go."

"No, not yet!" She gasped. "I still don't know who I am supposed to be, my name or how we met or anything."

"You are my wife, Penny Fateli. You won't be expected to speak, except for general conversation. Things like hobbies, where we like to dine. I will answer for the most part. I assume you are capable of making up light-hearted stories?" He said leading her out of the door. "Let's go. Now!" He then took her arm and they apparated out of the ministry together.

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