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When Duty Calls	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Minerva sat at her desk with her hands clasped on the top of it. Her carefree face had resumed her public Headmistress expression. She drew up 3 chairs to the front of her desk offering a seat to Snape, Hermione, and Remus.
"No thank you, Headmistress. This won't take very long." Remus said severely.
Snape stood a step behind Hermione just to her right, arms crossed with his traditional scowl in place. Hermione stood with her back straight and arms folded behind her. If she was nervous she didn't show it.
"You were put on this assignment because you are one of the best aurors in ministry history." Remus started. "So, please explain to me how, less than 48 hours into your detail, your client is seen at Knockturn Alley without his shadow?"
Hermione flinched slightly. There were agents everywhere, she knew that. She was the ministry's golden girl, the agent everyone wanted, only assigned the most dangerous and high-profile cases of the wizarding world. Yet, she couldn't even keep the professor from running off.
"I am severely disappointed in you. Shacklebolt is getting it from all angles now. He has no choice but to take you off of this post, and get another auror to take over. We can't afford for the ministry to look any worse than what has already been speculated."
Hermione swallowed hard, her composure starting to slip away. She had failed. The only thing she had left, the only thing that made her feel as if she had a purpose, the only thing she was good at anymore, and she failed. Snape swept in front of Hermione staring down at the head auror.
"Whoever you have watching the streets is an imbecile." Snape snarled.
"Excuse me?" Remus asked cutting his eyes at the dark professor.
"I assume they watched me until I disappeared?" Remus nodded becoming more irritated by the minute. "I'm also going to assume they are a blithering idiot since they couldn't even recognize their own colleague on the job."
"The only thing they saw was you engaging in some rather intimate relations with an unknown harlot before apparating away. No one else was seen in the area at that time." Remus challenged.
Snape arched an eyebrow at Remus waiting for everything to click into place. "Oh..." He finally replied looking to see Hermione straight faced with a subtle shade of red creeping up her neck. He had seen Hermione pose as a doxy before, but the way the other auror described the scene didn't seem to fit with her usual undercover persona. Normally, she would restrain the 'John' before he even had a chance to get very physical with her.
"I apologize Miss Granger." Remus began extending his hand to her. She shook it quickly returning back to her stiff posture. "You fooled everyone. I can't wait see your colleague's face when they realize it was you the whole time. Bravo." His easy going nature had finally resurfaced.
"If that is all, I would like to finish going over tomorrow's plans, and get some rest away from this insufferable little nuisance." Snape drawled nodding his head in Hermione's direction.
"I'm sorry to inform you that that is not going to happen." Remus said. Hermione tensed. Was he still going to reassign Snape's case?
"I'll start to gather my things, sir." Hermione cut in moving past Snape towards the door.
"Your things have already been packed and set in the professor's parlor." He replied grabbing Hermione's elbow to keep her from leaving. "Anything of value was taken from your room before it itself was removed entirely." He paused giving her a nervous smile. "Shacklebolt was not happy about our agreement on adjoining rooms for you and the professor. I think it best to go back to the original living arrangement. I know you haven't neglected your duties, and I will explain that to him in detail, but before he had even gotten news of Professor Snape's visit to Knockturn Alley, he wanted the living arrangement sorted."
"Are you quite finished?" Snape growled moving to stand by Hermione. "We have work to do." He wasn't thrilled about losing his solitude, but Remus had become much more of an annoyance than the young auror next to him.
"Uh, yea, I guess." Remus stammered in shock. He was expecting another fight. Hermione gave a polite nod and followed Snape out of the office.
"Intimate relations?" Minerva asked out of curiosity. "If she was posing as a streetwalker, wouldn't that be the idea?"
"Not for Hermione. Any time she's worked these cases it's been very clinical. The moment a John gets too grabby she takes them down. According to the other auror the interaction was carried out enthusiastically by both parties."
Minerva shrugged. "I told you it was going to happen. They didn't even put up a fight with the new living arrangements."
"I know. I'm actually more worried about Hermione's state. Her parents are gone, Ron left her high and dry when she went on her last assignment, and now she is getting involved with a man who is about as cuddly as a cactus. I'm afraid one more disappointment is going to break her."
"I don't think that is going to happen." Minerva whispered. "If it does, I'll help her pick up the pieces later. As of right now, I don't believe there is anything solid between them, if I'm to be honest. It is going to happen. I've never seen Severus get so protective over someone he didn't have an obligation to."
Remus nodded in agreement. "If something goes awry let me know."
"Of course." She replied watching Remus leave through the floo back to the ministry.
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There wasn't much talking to be had after the meeting that evening. Hermione conjured a dresser beside Snape's, loading it with all her belongings, and quietly read by the fire. Snape hadn't fought Remus when he told them they were to basically live together. Not only that, but he had gotten between the two of them and let Remus have it when he chastised her for the slip up. Her mind began to wander back to that morning, wrapped around the professor in the shadows. She couldn't make heads of it and that bothered her beyond belief.
Snape sat at his desk across from her beginning his lesson plans for the next few months. He looked up to see the young witch glaring at her book, deep in thought. He couldn't help but laugh to himself watching her expression fade to mild shock.
"Something funny, professor?" She snapped shutting her book.
"Maybe." He shrugged going back to his work.
He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was even when she was thoroughly agitated. His mind began to wander thinking of what could have happened in that alcove had he not told her he knew her identity. His pants started to grow tight. It was becoming so uncomfortable that he decided to retire to a cold shower before bed. Hopefully she would say or do something irritating enough that he could avoid this problem once they were both in bed.
He stacked his papers, looking over at Hermione curled up in his favorite chair deeply engrossed in thought. "Do I need an escort to the shower? Or are you going to join me?" He asked dryly standing to leave the parlor.
"Don't you think it'd be in better taste to take me to dinner before propositioning me, Professor?" She asked with a smirk glancing up at him.
"Touché." He whispered walking out of the room. He had to admit, part of him really enjoyed her quick wit.
Hermione's heart beat quickened the moment he brought up the shower. Part of her wanted to say 'okay' and see his reaction. Maybe even finish what they started earlier. She shoved the thought from her mind trying to get herself calmed down. It would be difficult enough later that evening. She quickly crept into the bedroom pulling on a pair of shorts and Harry's old quidditch jersey before settling herself on top of the duvet with her book.
Snape opened the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest was moderately muscular, pale scars marring his ivory flesh. She wasn't sure what to make of it. The sudden urge to rip his towel from him and have her way was overwhelming.
"Can I help you?" He smirked.
She narrowed her eyes at him, then quickly hid her face back behind her book. He grabbed a few items from the dresser and went back to the bathroom to change. What the hell was going on?
When he returned Hermione stood up, making her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. "You are not wearing that to bed." Snape asserted pointing to the back of her jersey. "It's bad enough I have to share my bed with you, let alone see the name 'Potter' as I try to sleep."
"Would you prefer I sleep topless?" She tossed over her shoulder.
"Yes, yes I would." He said inwardly watching her bend over the sink to grab her toothbrush. He knew he shouldn't think that way about his ex-student, but the visions of her pressed against him with her leg on his hip, and her skirt rucked up made it near impossible not to.
Hermione enjoyed his stunned silence. She finished rinsing her mouth and stepped back into the bedroom. "If it bothers you that much I'll change."
She grabbed a tank top from the top drawer. Remaining in the bedroom, she faced away from Snape, pulling off the jersey, and letting him get an eyeful of her naked back, before sliding on a red spaghetti strap tank top to face him. He was sitting up against the back of the headboard with his arms crossed in front of his shirtless chest, unable to shake the vision of her bare back, noticing her bra was absent.
"Was that display really necessary?"
"No, not really." She smiled.
He cursed himself for asking her to change. The tank top was only making things worse. He stood, pulling back the duvet, and sliding into bed. She followed suit staying as far to her side as possible. It felt odd having someone else in his bed, yet strangely comforting. Snape flicked his wand putting out the wall sconces.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"For what?"
"For standing up to Remus. Although, I'm not looking forward to the office rumors that will be flying around by the time I get back. I'm sure somewhere along the way the telling of my undercover operation in Knockturn Alley will end with you and I grunting like animals in a dark alley stark naked." She laughed.
"Idiots, I doubt they would be able to hear anything over your cries of pleasure." He went rigid. Where the fuck did that come from?!
"Doubtful." Hermione replied shakily. She was glad it was dark, so he couldn't see her face grow red and her body tremble. The urge to straddle herself on top of him was unbearable. She let out a loud gasp as he moved over top of her, situating himself between her legs. He leaned forward with a hand on either side of her head dipping his face down to her ear.
"I would prove you wrong, but I can't have you walking funny on your first day. People would think we were... Up to something." He dead panned.

Hermione shoved Snape off of her, laughing so hard her sides hurt. "As much as I'd love to prove you wrong, I think it's time to turn in for the night." She rolled onto her side facing away from the professor, but didn't move away from his side. "Goodnight." She whispered.
Snape rolled onto his back staring into the darkness. How was it that less than 48 hours ago the mere thought of being in her presence was infuriating, and now he was fighting the urge to flip her over and bury himself to the hilt between her legs? He squeezed his eyes shut trying to will himself to sleep. "Night."
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Author's Note:
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm excited to start the steamier parts of the story. I'm still a bit of a noob when it comes to writing smut. So if you have some ideas on how things should go down or what you would like to see, please don't be shy. I have a few ideas bug would love some feedback.
As always, thank you so much for reading, rating, and reviewing!
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