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The Triangle	By : shelia Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 6098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN/ thanks for the reviews. Always nice to have feedback. This chapter may be a little OC and silly but it was fun to write.
�I guess we better be going if we are going to make it back for dinner,� Harry announced to the group.

The boys retrieved the girls� cloaks and they started getting ready to go. Padma giggled as Ron kept trying to help her with her cloak and accidentally letting his hands go to other places. Hermione felt a hand on her cloak but instead of helping her she felt it removed from her shoulders.

�A word Miss Granger, if you please.�

Hermione shivered a bit at the silky low voice, turning to see Professor Snape holding her cloak.

Looking back at the now silent group she told them to go on. l cal catch up with you at dinner,� directing her request mostly at Harry.

�How rude,� she heard Pavarti mumble softly.

�We will wait,� Ron said.

�Come on,� Harry urged them, �Hermione will catch up.�

She shot a grateful glance at Harry before turning her attention to Terry.

�Thanks Terry.�

Terry nodded blushing, and then followed the group out.

Severus waited for the students to leave. It had been a very successful day. Not only had he gotten in contact with the man who had promised to obtain the Harpy�s blood for them, but also he had leased a small house in Hogsmeade. Rowena was moving out tomorrow whether she knew it or not.

He smiled as he fingered the box in his pocket. At least he would get her in a good mood before he broke the news to her, thinking of the ostentatious diamond bracelet he had picked up in Diagon Alley.

Stopping in at the Three Broomsticks, he planned to have a quick drink before going back to the school. He had planned to owl Hermione about his success after dinner, but seeing her here he felt the urge to share the news with her now. For some reason it irked him to see her sitting there with her classmates.

�Shall we?� He pulled out the stool she had just gotten up from.

Hermione sat, wondering if he had news about the blood. She started to ask him but Madame Rosmerta came over.

�Good evening Professor Snape. Will your lovely wife be joining you?� Severus ignored her question and ordered a brandy and red currant rum.

Looking at him questionaly, Hermione saw a small smile on his lips.

�I think a toast is in order,� he said mischievously.

�You were successful then?� she was delighted.

�We should have the ingredient in a couple of weeks.�

Madame Rosmerta brought the drinks, setting them in front of Severus. He passed the rum to Hermione.

�To the success of your project Miss Granger,� he said softly as their glasses clinked.

They talked quietly about the expectations of the potion until Severus frowned and quickly got up .

�I do believe we are both on the verge of being obscenely late,� he said, the familiar sarcastic tone back in his voice. �I am afraid that I have detained you too long and we have missed dinner.�

Hermione stood, regretting that the past hour had went so quickly. �Quite alright,� she assured him with a small laugh. �I could stand to miss a few meals.�

Severus gave her body a covert glance as he helped her into her cloak. He appreciated the way her jumper clung to her full breasts. I wouldn�t say that, he thought but said nothing.

It was dark outside and snow was falling thickly, making the cobblestones slick. Severus offered her his arm. Pleasantly shocked by his old world manner, Hermione shyly put her hand on his arm and they walked back to the castle in silence.
****

Professors McGonagall, Sprout, and Vector made their way to a table in the back of the Three Broomsticks the following Saturday afternoon. They talked in low tones, glancing around to see if anyone was listening in the near empty bar. Satisfied they couldn�t be heard, they launched into the topic of interest, Snape and his wife.

Actually one person accidentally did hear their conversation though he was sitting at the bar across the room from them. Professor Remus J. Lupin.

Remus Lupin had returned as the DADA professor this year. After his part in the Battle at Hogwarts, as it was now known, the Ministry had agreed to Dumbledore�s request to reinstate him. The students who had had him four years ago were elated that he had returned, with the exceptions of a few grumbling Slytherins. Remus had told each class at the beginning of the year that he was a werewolf so everything had been out in the open and he was having a very enjoyable year.

Remus hadn�t meant to eavesdrop on the three witches, but when his keen hearing had caught the nature of the conversation he had been amused. Snape having an affair? He smiled into his glass. That was about as likely as Sirius shaving his head and donning pink robes.

�We think it may be Rolanda Hooch or Saphina Sinistra,� Pomona whispered to Emma Vector, whom they had crossed off their list of possibilities and had decided to let her in on the gossip.

Emma shook her head. �I cannot see it. Rolanda, she likes them young, both the girls and boys, and don�t look shocked Minerva. You know as well as I do about that. And Saphina, she cannot stand Severus.�

�Perhaps it is just an act, to throw off suspicion.� Pomona tried.

�No,� Minerva agreed. �Saphina truly despises him. I believe she would castrate him if he tried anything.�

�There is another possibility,� Emma said quietly. �What about a student?�

Remus was shocked that she had even suggested that. Severus may be a hard man but he wouldn�t seduce a student.

�Really Emma,� Minerva chided, �Severus and a student? He despises the little �brats� as he calls them.�

�Except for one.� Emma looked at her.

�Who?� Pomona asked.

�Hermione Granger.�

Remus choked on the butterbeer he had just taken a drink of.

�You okay luv?� Madame Rosmerta asked as she passed by carrying the drinks to the three witches table.

He nodded still coughing.

Minerva was livid. �How dare you even suggest that. Hermione and Severus, really.�

�They have been spending a lot of time together this year,� Pomona said helpfully.

�He is helping her with a project, as am I.�

�Couldn�t help but hear part of your conversation,� Rosmerta said as she served their drinks. �Hermione wouldn�t be that bushy haired girl that is usually in here with Potter and the Weasley boy?�

Minerva eyed her suspiciously. �Yes.�

Rosmerta leaned closer to the women. �I don�t want to tell tales,� Remus suppressed the urge to snort as shid tid this, �but she was here last Saturday with her friends.�

�Of course, it was the students� weekend to visit Hogsmeade,� Minerva said.

�Ah, but she didn�t leave with them.� She looked at the witches who were waiting. �She left with Professor Snape.�

�What?� Minerva was looking a little green now.

�I don�t know what they were on about, but he detained her when she started to leave with her friends. They sat over in the corner, whispering and laughing. You know I don�t think I have ever heard Professor Snape laugh before��

Thud! The women hurried to their feet to check on Minerva who had fainted.
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Remus was troubled as he walked back to the castle. The idea of Severus and Hermione was ludicrous, but it had struck a chord in his mind.

He remembered going to Snape�s private rooms late one Saturday in November to obtain the Wolfsbane Potion that he had forgotten to get earlier. There he had found them. Though it was evident they were both absorbed in research, he could feel the sexual tension in the room. Because of the time of the moon, Remus� senses were highly attuned and he could smell the pheromones they were emitting. If they had been animals they would have been all over each other from the scent alone.

Still he couldn�t imagine either of them acting on their obvious attraction and he had been relieved when Severus had gotten married over the hols. Then why do I have a foreboding feeling about this whole affair he thought, wishing he hadn�t used the word affair.
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The following two weeks found Severus pondering the idea of returning to his former Death Eater role. He desperately wanted to curse the female members of the staff.

At first he thought it was his imagination. Minerva had been staring at him with a look that could curdle milk at each meal, while Pomona �tutted� every time he got near her and Emma Vector had slapped him on the back of the head one evening as she passed him at the staff table. The strangest of all was Rolanda, who gave him a sly wink and raised her glass in salute to him every time he sat down. The last two days he had foregone eating in the hall, preferring the sanctity of his own quarters.

Then there had been the interruptions. It seemed that each time Hermione came to the potions classroom to work on her project, they had been interrupted, not once but several times during each session.

The first time, Minerva had appeared at the door within minutes after Hermione had arrived and insisted it was time she observed this area of her project. Severus had given her an incredulous look, but had said nothing. The following session Pomona had arrived wanting to talk to Severus about inventing a new growth formula for her Mandrakes, claiming they were stunted this year. She had rattled on until Severus had to bite his lip to keep from cursing her where she stood.

This week a student had knocked on the door to tell him that he was needed immediately in the infirmary, something about a Slytherin having been injured. Severus had arrived at the hospital wing to find a confused Madame Pomfrey who had no idea what he was on about. When he had cornered the boy who had brought him the message, the child had insisted that Professor Vector had been the one that had sent him.

Severus was actually looking forward to the weekend. He would rather face Rowena than try to figure out how he had offended half the women on staff.

****
By Saturday morning Severus was beginning to wonder if he had pissed off the entire female population. Rowena had raged at him all night about the size of the house, the lack of proper culture in Hogsmeade and of course his bank account or rather her inaccessibility to said account.

He was contemplating Apparating to an old hideout that had beend byd by Voldemort, when a large brown owl had rapped at the window, a package tied to its leg. Within moments after opening the package, Severus was headed to Hogwarts ignoring Rowena�s sharp demand that he stay.

****

Hermione was sprawled out on her bed reading when the owl came through her window. Crookshanks growled and gave it an evil eye. �Hush Crooks,� she told the cat untying the letter.

Meet me in the potion classroom.

Professor Snape

And do not tell anyone.

She was ecstatic; surely it meant that the Harpy�s blood had arrived.

Hermione thought the last line odd, but then again every time they had been in the classroom recently they had been interrupted. She glanced at the mirror quickly as she picked up her book bag and headed out the door.
****

Nervously Hermione uncorked the vial. Three drops slowly added, she thought as she pulled the blood into an eyedropper.

Sitting at the end of the table where she was working, a strange aroma caught Severus� attention when she had uncorked the vial. Was it supposed to smell like vinegar? His mind raced trying to recall the properties of Harpy blood. It is to be taken from a live creature for taking the blood of a Harpy whose heart had stopped�.

�Hermione, wait�.�

He was too late; he saw the first drop splash into the cauldron. She was looking at him questioningly, when a small pop came from the cauldron. The liquid ged aed and a small explosion caused the on ton to splash out splattering her right side.

�Well that was unexpected�.� She let out a gasp as Severus was beside her, ripping her blouse from her body. �What are you��? A scream escaped her lips as the liquid that had been on her shirt made contact with her skin. It felt like hot coals had been placed on her.

�It will be alright,� she heard Severus say, though she could barely focus because of the searing pain. Her skirt was ripped off now and he was pulling her towards his office.

�It hurts,� she moaned, doubling over from the pain.

Severus half pulled, half carried her into the fireplace, throwing some floo powder in and saying �Snape�s chambers�.

Hermione could barely see through the tears as she was pulled through the sitting area of Severus� chambers and into the bathroom. He picked her up and sat her in the tub, turning on the tap. Cold water hit her body as Severus scooped and splashed water over her burning skin.

�It�s okay,� he said assuringly, �you will be fine.�

Trying to stifle the sobs, she nodded. Her head was throbbing and she found it was hard to think.

Finally he stopped splashing the cold water on her, examining her side where the liquid had touched. His fingers gently touched the reddest spot above her right hip and she cried out. It felt as if he had struck her.

�Keep pouring the water over the burns,� he instructed as he stood up. �I will be right back.�

�No, don�t go,� she said fear in her voice.

He touched her left shoulder gently. �I won't be long, I promise. I need to get some ointment to help you.�

She gave a slight nod, though her eyes were wide and frightened.

Severus cursed himself as he flooed back to his office. He should have tested the purity of the blood before giving it to her. The tainted blood reacted with the potion turning it into a cauldron of acid. She could have been horribly scarred or worse. If it had gotten through her skin and into her bloodstream she could have died. He hurriedly found the ointment he was looking for. Going into the classroom he put a containment charm on the cauldron. Scooping up her dissolving clothing, he tossed them into the cauldron after he had removed her wand.

He returned to find her still pouring water over the acid burns. Her teeth were chattering and she was trembling. �Here,� he said helping her to her feet and wrapping a towel around her. Leading her into the bedroom, he gently dried her off, careful not to touch the bright red marks on her skin. Using a spell he removed her soaked underwear, shoes and socks.

�Hermione,� he said gently, �I need you to lay on your left side so I can rub this on your burns, alright. It will hurt, but just for a moment.� She looked at him and he noticed her eyes were glazed. Touching her head he felt a slight fever, knowing that a small amount of the potion must have slipped into her bloodstream. He hoped it was minute and her body was fighting it.

She lay back on the bed allowing him to rub the ointment on the red skin. Small whimpers escaped from her at his administrations and he was grateful that there were only a few small places. Removing her clothes from her so quickly had prevented more damage.

After he had finished, Hermione rolled over onto her back, sighing softly, the pain lessening as the ointment soothed her skin. Severus stared at her a moment. Through the task of washing the potion off her skin and applying the ointment, he had only been concerned about the burns. Now he couldn�t help but take a look at the enticing body laid out before him.

It was not the first time he had wondered about Hermione�s body, had even imaged her without her clothes on. He felt a slight twinge of guilt of taking advantage of the situation, but not enough to keep him from appraising her now.

She was beautiful and voluptuous just like he had imagined. Her breasts were full and perfect in his eyes, as he traced their shape in his mind, continuing down to her hips which where round and shapely. Ripe, earthy, lovely, were the words that flashed through his mind before he pulled his gaze away. He went to retrieve a blanket from the wardrobe pausing a moment to shake off the fire that had coursed through his veins.

After he had covered her with the blanket, he pressed his hand to her forehead once more. She was only slightly feverish now and he breathed a sigh of relief.

�Severus,� her voice was thick. �Please don�t go.�

�You are going to be fine Hermione. Just sleep. I need to go tell the Headmaster what has happened.�

�Please, don�t leave me again. I couldn�t stand it.� She had opened her eyes and he could see tears forming in the corners.

Frowning at her, he wondered how truly frightened she must have been when he lef left to retrieve the ointment. He sat down on the bed and pulled her to him, stroking her hair while she cried softly into his shoulder. �Its alright,� he soothed, �I am not going anywhere.�

He held her until she fell asleep.
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