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She Will Be Loved	By : doxxxyyyb Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 6392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

The weeks flew by. Hermione hadn’t heard from Ron, but she was starting not to care. In fact, the entire situation seemed as though it was all just a dream; an intensely awkward dream. Hermione was starting to forget it all when she received an owl one afternoon while she was complaining for the hundredth time about the manager of Flourish and Blotts losing her request sheets. The library was lacking in resources and the only store other than Flourish and Blotts that carried the much needed books was in a warring country in the Middle East.

The owl screeched at her and held out its foot. “Ok, ok. I get it.” She said, as she hastily untied the envelope. When the bird flew off, Hermione could swear that it rolled its eyes at her.

Turning over the envelope in her hand, she saw it was sealed with the Slytherin mark. Undoubtedly it would be from Severus. She was correct; she smirked to herself upon opening and reading the letter. The writing Hermione could easily recognize as his elegant scrawl.

Miss Granger

Hermione shook her head.

It seems my stores are lacking much more than the last time I checked. Upon hearing your incessant complaints about library resources, I thought it prudent to request your accompaniment to Diagon Alley this weekend, if you are not opposed.

It took all of her strength and will not to giggle out at the table. It sounded very much like Severus was asking her out on a date, though she knew it couldn’t be. He always went out of his way to be formal with her and make sure they were at a physical distance with each other. Hermione was very much used to hugging her colleagues during staff meetings and outside of school, but Severus made it clear he was not to be touched.

Meet me at the Entrance Hall at 9 AMsharp if you plan to accompany me. I will not dawdle if you are not there.

Severus Snape

There was a scribble above his name that Hermione couldn’t make out, but it didn’t seem important. For the rest of the day, Hermione was far more upbeat and complaining less about the manager at Flourish and Blotts.

“Severus Tobias Snape, are you even listening to me?” Severus twitched at the screech to his side. His godson was complaining about having to work, gods forbid, for a living and having to bow down to Potter, the Boy Wonder.

“No.” Severus replied in a bored voice. He stared into the fire. What consumed his mind was the letter he had sent Hermione. He felt anxious while writing it, and stupidly wrote out the l-o-v to sign it with love, before he realized they were not on that level. He had hastened in scribbling it out, nearly scratching the paper with his quill.

What was even in his head to offer something so ridiculous as a trip to Diagon Alley? With a former student, no less! It was completely unprofessional. You enjoy her company, twit, A voice snapped in his head.

“Severus, you haven’t even listened to a damn word I’ve said since I got here. What the bloody hell is so important that you can’t listen to me!” Draco demanded.

“My life.” He replied, once more just as bored sounding as before. He glanced up at his pacing godson and blinked. Draco gave him an astounded look before huffily floo-ing himself out of Severus’s quarters.

“Last time I come here-” Severus heard Draco grumble on his way off. He chuckled at the boy. He was still the same 17-year-old child he had been, not seeing what was clear as day in front of him.

Severus poured himself a drink. Firewhiskey. He had become accustomed to its burn, so when it seared down his throat, he closed his eyes and gave a soft moan. There was a flash in his mind of blood trickling down from a pair of pouty pink lips, mouthing his name.

Severus shook his head. That had never happened before. He had the occasional memory of the war slip into his train of thought, but he didn’t remember the bloodied lips. Well, that was certainly unnerving, he thought to himself.

He shrugged it off and disrobed himself, heading to the bedroom, when there was a knock at the door. Rolling his eyes, Severus covered himself with a bathrobe before answering the door.

“What.” It was a demand. Anka, an Egyptian girl in the same House as Rowan, stood before him in her nightwear, which consisted of a thin piece of fabric which left very little to the imagination.

“We need to talk.” She entered his chambers without waiting for an invitation and he raised an eyebrow at her. He closed the door behind them.

Hermione lay on the couch of her chambers, feet propped up onto a pillow, as she read the latest issue of Potions Weekly, a highly intellectual magazine of the latest discoveries in potions.

She was getting to a particularly good part of an essay regarding the long-term effects of Sleeping Potions when her fire hissed at her. She jumped and whipped out her wand, pointing it at the fire.

“Calm down, Hermione, it’s just me!” Harry’s voice carried in through the fire. His face finally appeared and Hermione relaxed immediately. He grinned at her.

“Bloody… Just warn me next time.” Her heart was pounding. She knew she was being overly cautious, especially seeing how safe the world was now that the war had been over for some time. It was just nerves and habit.

Harry tried to hide his grin, but the humor in his voice was palpable. “I was just reminding you about our plans this Friday.” By the time he finished the sentence he was chuckling heartily. Hermione grinned and shook her head.

“Of course, I remembered. I’m not daft-” She stopped herself before grabbing at the piece of parchment on her desk in the corner. “Oh, no.” She bit her lip. She wanted to spend time with Severus, but she hadn’t seen Harry in ages it seemed.

“Did you double-book again?” Harry sighed.

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t even respond. I’ll just tell him tomorrow that I can’t make it.” Hermione said, more to herself than Harry.

“Him? Hermione, are you seeing someone? Why didn’t I get an owl?” His voice was scandalous.

“No, Harry, it’s not a date. If only…” Hermione added bitterly.

“Oh, my God. Are you in love with him? Is he the one you broke up with Dean for?” Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry was much more free around Hermione than anyone else, because she didn’t judge him in anything he did. She never told him how to live his life and she never offered advice unless it was asked for.

“Dean and I split due to his overly jealous tendencies and Severus had nothing to do with him, but Harry can we talk about all of this on Friday? I’m tired.” Hermione was thinking of just falling asleep on the couch talking to Harry, but knew she would get a crick in her neck and undoubtedly wake up late.

“All, right, but be sure to tell me everything, love!” No sooner had his head gone off did Hermione drift lazily to her bedroom and fall face first on her mattress.

A/N: Hello my lovely readers. Hopefully this will suffice for the time being. I've got all this story development in my head and not nearly enough time to write it all out. But what's in my head won't be leaving. So enjoy! Read and review and all that wonderful magic!
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