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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
***DISCLAIMER***
Everything is JKR�s!

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He
thrust into her roughly, one hand coming up to clamp over her mouth.� �Miss me?��
Hermione struggled reflexively even as her body welcomed his hard length
spearing into her.� Snape lifted his hand
from her lips and gripped the back of her neck, shaking her as she groaned
again.� �I asked you a question, Miss
Granger.�� He moved his hands yet again
to either side of her face.� �Did. You. Miss. Me.�� Each word was punctuated by a thrust so hard
if felt as though something inside her might tear loose.

�Yes,�
she sobbed.� And was appalled to realize
that it was the truth.� She grasped his
shoulders for leverage - the water beating down on them both made it a
difficult job so she gripped harder, her nails inadvertently sinking into his
skin.� He swore and began to drive into
her, and she was slammed into the shower wall so hard that she heard the tiles
shatter.� She was beyond the pain
however, quaking around his punishing thrusts.�
�Yes,� she repeated in a
scream, arching her back and feeling him climax inside her.�

The
Potions Master pulled out of her and pushed her against the wall while he
washed himself off quickly.� �You will
come to my quarters on September first at eleven o�clock, and you will kneel
outside the door until I tell you to rise to your feet,� he said in a bored
tone, almost as if he were reciting the weather report for Hogsmeade.� Hermione stared.� He couldn�t be serious � exactly what kind of
sick games had he thought up while she had been gone?� Snape turned towards her as he moved to leave
the shower enclosure and reached down to insert his fingers into her as she
started in surprise.� �You�re quite a
ways from France,�
he remarked, running the pad of his thumb over her clitoris.� He rubbed it in a circular motion until her
eyes were half-lidded and her breath came in pants, and then flicked it with
his nail so that the sudden pain cleared the haze of lust surrounding her. �I
brought you a map.�

And
with that, he pulled his fingers from her and left.

She
collapsed against the broken tiles scarce able to breathe, the damnable longing
for Snape�s unique brand of torment a throbbing pulse between her legs.� Damn him to hell.� She snatched up the soap and proceeded to lather
herself until the new bar was worn to a sliver, then tried to scrub her skin as
hard as she could.� His essence was like
a taint; she could still feel it even after beads of blood appeared from her
harsh scrubbing.� She never wanted him to
touch her again.� She hoped he was still
in the other room so that he would.� Damn him!� She swore and stepped from the shower on
shaky legs, wiping water as well as angry tears from her face.� True to his word, Snape had left a map of
Europe on her bed, a thick red arrow pointing from the Czech
Republic to France � it was the only evidence
of his sudden appearance, aside from the cracked tiles and memory of his touch.

Hermione�s
last days in Prague
were mostly spent by herself, as an aggrieved Gildas had informed her that
Norbert needed to be taken in hand after the dragon had set several trees at
the University aflame.� Part of her was
relieved at not having to come in contact with the wizard � he looked far too
much like Severus Snape.� Another part
urged her to throw herself at his feet and lock her arms about his legs so that
he couldn�t get away from her.� She had
realized that she was beginning to fall in love with him over the course of the
summer, no matter how hard she tried to tell herself that it was only a fling.� And besides, it wasn�t even that � as she
recalled, most flings required sexual contact and she hadn�t been able to get
as much as a ten-second grope.� It was
ironic that right before she had to leave and was desperate to cover over the
memory of her latest Snape encounter by losing herself in another man�s arms,
he was busy; Norbert had proven more difficult than he had first estimated, and
Gildas had needed to find the recalcitrant dragon another place of residence.

�I
had him nearly calm after his latest escapade � knocking over a group of
students doing calisthenics like they were ninepins � when the director showed
up,� he sighed wearily through the mirror, �Damned fool forgot that Norbert can
understand human speech, insulted him, and then got a chunk taken from his
backside and his toupee set on fire.�

Hermione
laughed.� �I hope you disciplined him
severely, Gildas.�� The sour-faced
director had glared at her constantly and made disparaging remarks when he
learned exactly why she was in the country.

He
grinned at her.� �Punish? I gave Norbert another steer to eat � I can�t stand that
man.�� Gildas expressed regret at her
leaving, lamenting that he had a meeting in the morning � with the director, no
less � that would keep him from seeing her off.�
She hid her disappointment as best she could, suggesting that he could
always come to visit her.� He smiled and
blew her a kiss, closing the connection.

Hermione
slipped the mirror into its velvet pouch with a sigh.� Would she see him again?� Maybe�but probably not.� With all the women he had gawking at him on a
daily basis � and he was worth a gawk or two � why would he want to attach
himself to her side?� She put the mirror
into an envelope with his name on the front of it, and propped it up on the
small table for the homeowner to send for her, after placing the appropriate
number of coins beside it.� Pulling out
her wand, she waved it smartly at her belongings, which swished across the room
into her bags until almost everything was neatly packed. �Then she flopped down on her bed, watching a
dubbed version of Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade on the television (which
had been rigged to operate in the �Magic Sector� of town) without the
translation spell active, trying to remember as much dialogue as she
could.� Hermione was sure that she would
be thought insane if anyone saw her slapping the air and crying out �That�s for blasphemy!� just as the same
action occurred onscreen.�

The
next morning found her trying not to think of leaving Gildas behind.� Ron Weasley would immediately speculate that
it was just because the great Hermione Granger had actually failed to
accomplish on of Dumbledore�s missions�and she had to admit to herself that it
was indeed a small part of it.� She
turned her thoughts to Crookshanks, at her parent�s place for the summer � he�d
most likely be twice his size with all the spoiling her mother laid on
him.� She�d be glad to get back to
someone she could cuddle with.

She
retraced her steps to the embassy and presented her travel documents to the
same witch who had wished her luck � she knew now what that had meant.� Hermione was taken aback to be met with a
cool stare and a thorough grilling about any purchases she had made.
Bewildered, she displayed the winged Polish cavalry helmet she had bought.� �That�s about it, aside from some new
clothes.� What�s your problem?�� She asked irritably when the witch kept
glancing over her shoulder at the door behind Hermione.� Her documents were thrust back into her
hands, and she was directed to the Floo line.�
She almost tripped over a small cat as she stuffed her helmet back into
her bag, and gasped.� Scooping up the
plaintively meowing calico, she held it in front of her face.� �Are you lost?� Poor thing � I think your owner accidentally left
you.�� She decided to take the cat with
her.� �I think I�ll call you�Gilly.� I�ll take you to the Ministry, and we�ll find
your owner,� she informed it, and brought it to her chest where it snuggled
into her arms and began to purr, kneading its paws contentedly.� �There�s a good girl � ouch!� The cat�s claws
had bitten into her arm suddenly.� Then
the tiles above the huge fireplace flipped to read, Ministry of Magic, England and she stepped through.

It
spun her out into the Ministry, and after she presented her papers to the
waiting official (the witch had tattled on her and she was made to pay tax on
the helmet), little Gilly suddenly leaped from her arms and was off like a shot
down the hall.� Well, I suppose her owner probably works here, Hermione thought.� She still couldn�t believe that witch � she
gave the term a derogatory connotation in her head � had informed the Ministry
of her purchases.� She must have been
having a bad day.

She
dutifully reported to Albus, who told her that the Care of Magical Creatures
post had been filled, and that she was not to dwell on any imagined
failure.� After returning to Hogwarts and
working on her lesson plans for the year as well as submitting the syllabi for
the different class years, she left the castle to retrieve Crookshanks �
unfortunately, she bumped into Snape as he was on his way to his meeting with
the Headmaster.� �Miss Granger,� he
smirked, �You should watch where you�re going � in these halls, you never know
where a misstep will take you.�� Long
fingers wrapped around her wrist like iron bands, and he glanced around before
pulling her into a dimly lit alcove.

�Let
go of me, Snape,� Hermione spat.� The
Head of Slytherin only raised his eyebrows at her while he opened his robes and
pulled his thick organ from the confines of his trousers.� Then he jerked her hand down and forced her
fingers around his cock, holding her hand in place while he thrust into
it.� She struggled ineffectually as he
worked himself to climax and ejaculated into her palm, but stared in
astonishment at the expression on his face as he came � he actually looked
satisfied.� He compounded her shock by
releasing his crushing grip on her hand and stroking her cheek lightly with
back of his knuckles.� He quickly
reverted to form, however, when he suggested that she lick her fingers�not even
the Imperius Curse could have stopped her from slapping him across the
face.� With the hand he had used.� He surprised her again by loosing a low
rumble that was at once akin to and totally different from Gildas� laughter as
he re-fastened his robes and left.

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The
Great Hall was already filling with returning students when Hermione arrived to
take her seat beside Filius Flitwick, who greeted her happily and asked her
about her summer while digging in his pockets for the latest pictures of his
grandchildren.� The diminutive Head of
Ravenclaw almost fell off the wobbling stack of books that had been placed on
his chair so that he could reach the table, and Hermione quickly helped
straighten them before an accident could happen. She saw that, this year, Albus
had changed the two traditional staff tables to several that seated three
professors each, and were staggered at even intervals on the steps behind the
Headmaster�s podium.�

She
looked around to see the other staff members still drifting in to take their
seats, and sighed in relief as Minerva slipped into the chair beside her �
Snape swept in moments later and looked a tad disgruntled at not being able to
sexually harass her during the meal�he settled at the table just behind her to
the left so that she would be able to see him from the corner of her eye.� �How was your summer, Minerva?� she started
politely, turning to look at her old Head of House.� �Minerva�is that lipstick you�re wearing?��

The
Transfiguration Mistress blushed faintly.�
�I don�t know what you mean�but yes, my summer was very nice.� You must tell me all about Prague,� she said.� Hermione obliged, keeping an eye out for the
new professors.� �Oh, that�s one of the
new ones�Aisling Achenar, I believe,� Minerva said when a somewhat rotund woman
settled herself at the table to the side of theirs.� Hermione opened her mouth to ask what post
the witch would be filling when her former teacher gave her an apologetic smile
and stood up to walk in front of the podium so she could begin Sorting the
first years.� She clapped along with the
rest as each trembling eleven year old was sent to their new House, and noticed
that Snape only applauded briefly whenever a new Slytherin swelled his
ranks.� I hope the bastard had to Scourgify his face at least five times,
she thought maliciously.

Albus
spread his arms for silence, and the chattering died down obediently.� He ran through the usual warnings about the
forest and various places in the castle, then began to introduce the new staff
members.� �I�m pleased to announce that
this year, we have Aisling Achenar taking over as professor of Potions�
Hermione sat up straight in shock at this �and the Defense Against the Dark
Arts position will be filled by our very own Severus Snape, who will continue
as Head of Slytherin.�� Hermione twisted
around to stare at the new DADA teacher, who was looking very pleased with
himself at her reaction.� Dumbledore
motioned for the mentioned teachers to stand � Professor Achenar received
applause, but Snape�s accolades mostly originated from his own House � before
continuing on to announce the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher.� �As all of you know, your former Care of
Magical Creatures professor Rubeus Hagrid has accepted the post of Liaison to
the Giant community.� We have looked long
and hard for another who loves animals as much as Hagrid does�without taking it
to the extremes he sometimes did, of course� his eyes twinkled over the rims of
his glasses when several of the students laughed out loud �but I do believe
we�ve succeeded.� It is my pleasure to
introduce you to your new Care of
Magical Creatures professor, Gildas Murdoch.�

Hermione
almost fell off of her chair at this announcement, and turned around
wildly�there, in the last row of tables, was Gildas.� He rose to his feet gracefully and bowed,
looking as handsome as ever in his uniform � Hermione was glad to see he had
finally combed his hair and gotten it trimmed � then returned to his seat while
giving her, of all things, a wink. She was tempted to dart up to his table and
give him a piece of her mind, along with a slap or two for good measure.� How dare
he lead her on all this time? Or did he change his mind at the last
minute?� Sneaky bastard.� She was going to shove those gloves right up
his�a tap on her arm jolted her from thoughts of vengeance. �Hermione?�

�Hunh?�
she favored the newest Hogwarts professor with a glare, and turned to face
Minerva � now she knew exactly why the Head of Gryffindor had on makeup.

�Don�t
you want to eat?� Minerva motioned to the empty plate in front of the young
witch, and then to her own which was filled with a salad and prawns.� Hermione quickly placed her �order� to her
plate and ate as quickly as possible so that she could confront the scoundrel.
Oh, he had some explaining to do.� The
meal finally ended and the students as well as the teachers began to disperse;
when she turned back around, Gildas� place was vacant.� She hurried to the door behind the podium
and, once again, almost crashed into Severus Snape.�

He
was almost nose to nose with Gildas, and the two men had their eyes narrowed,
their dislike of each other evident in their expressions as well as
postures.� They really were like twins,
she realized in shock, her eyes darting from one to the other � it was as if
Gildas were a color photograph, and Severus the black and white negative.� The other staff members were staring at them
as well, murmuring in surprise.� �Good
luck with your new assignment�I expect you�ll need it,� Snape breathed
venomously.

Gildas
stared back at him, his hazel eyes unfriendly.�
�I don�t like you at all,� he announced, rolling the bottom of one glove
up and down in an unconscious gesture that was vaguely intimidating.

�What
sort of wand did they give you at Durmstrang?� Snape asked.� �I knew a graduate of that school once � it
snapped like a common twig when put to the test.�

The
other man quirked one side of his mouth up in a humorless smile.� �You need a wand?� I�ll remember that when the time comes for
your test.�

Hermione
looked back and forth at the two wizards before sighing and pushing her way
between them � a new wizard in the castle and already Snape was involved in
some sort of pissing contest.� �I see
you�ve met Gil-Professor Murdoch, Snape.�
I heard that Dumbledore was looking for you,� she said pointedly (as
well as untruthfully).� Snape looked from
her to Gildas, then back at the other man with an unreadable expression on his
face.�

�Eleven
o�clock, Miss Granger.� Do not be late,�
he said.� His eyes were still trained on
Gildas, who frowned slightly.� �And if
the Headmaster did not ask for me�be prepared.��
He swept on out of sight, and the other teachers hurriedly started to
find other places to be now that the confrontation appeared to be over.� Hermione opened her mouth to scold Gildas
soundly when his face relaxed from its hard expression and he spoke before she
could.

�Is
my nose really that large?�

Anything
she might have said was lost in a bubble of laughter, and she took his arm to
show him his new quarters.� This was
going to be a very interesting year.

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I
actually did the acting out of the entire Indiana Jones movie once�my husband
thought I was insane, but settled back and watched me act out all the scenes
instead of looking at the television, lol.
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