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Because you heard me right	By : Velveteenbunny Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Time had stood still in her Hermione’s mind it could stay this way for all of eternity, she was lost in the moment of the swaying strings and Snape’s exuberant but beautiful playing, after moonlight sonata he fell smoothly into Strauss’s Blue Danube which prompted the front row of spectators to rise and begin to waltz. Hermione noted the seasoned Orchestra goers compared the concert forcers who were there under duress. Progression from the Blue Danube moved to Vivaldi the four season’s winter movement; there was nothing more appropriate for Snape who was the cold of winter personified.

The riotous applause broke Hermione from her reverie and she joined in standing up and holding back tears, Snape took a low severe bow and stared at the top box, Hermione froze, a glimmer of a scowl crossed Snape’s face, unsure of whether he had seen her she decided to move as soon as he left the stage. Hurrying down the stairs she crossed the road to the apparition point and focused on Hogsmeade, she was mid swirl when a strong hand grabbed her shoulder.

“Why did you follow me?” he hissed into her ear pulling her close his hot breath creating dew on her lobes.

“I was curious,” was the best response she could come up with.

“Curiosity killed the Kneazle if you understand Miss Granger, not that I’m about to kill you in a busy high street in our countries capital,” with that he tightened his grip and apparated them back to Hogsmeade.

Snape Dragged Hermione away from the busy streets and back up to the castle where he slowed his pace, feeling aggravation in being treated this way Hermione snatched her arm back, Snape did not resist he merely carried on walking.

“And before you dragged me back against my will Professor I was going to say your playing was the most beautiful I have heard since I was young and we visited the Irish Folk Musicians in Dublin”.

Snape slowed his walk further to match her pace “ My mother gave me my first violin when I was six, I’ve been playing it since it was one of the only things that kept me calm during Voldemort’s control”.

Hermione was surprised at his use of the name and especially the absence of his usual ‘Dark Lord’ quotation. “You are really good I was amazed and the audience loved you”.

“They were the regulars, it appeared we were a bit thin on the ground tonight” he stated nonchalantly like concerts were a daily ritual for him. “And to Confund the Guard Miss Granger”.

“How did you know?” she asked nerves dissipating now she was fairly sure Snape wasn’t going to kill her.

“He asked me were his trousers where and to tell his wife to pop a casserole on for tea,” Snape shrugged, “I will right him next time I perform”.

Hermione stifled a chuckle at how Snape didn’t seem his usual aggressive mood, his performance had mellowed him and he appeared to be inclined to discuss what she had witnessed.

“So? Strauss?”

“Blue Danube gets them all up for a dance, the Orchestra requires that I play it since everyone else is too much of a dunderhead to be bothered to learn their sheet music,” he said.

“That’s’ what you were studying tonight whilst I marked your essays,” she remarked realisation suddenly dawning.

“So it seems, now Miss Granger I hope this shall remain between us?” Snape winced slightly.

“If you are implying that I shall be running back to Gryffindor Tower to tell everyone I know plus anyone I meet on the way, you would be wrong,” she smiled. “Plus I would have to admit I stalked you to London, how popular would that make me?”

There it was again, that booming laugh he really did have a velvet chortle. Hermione found herself laughing along with him. Snape stopped suddenly and looked at Hermione, she felt the laughter die in her throat. “Miss Granger,” he started and leaned towards her, she held her breath.

“Let us strike hands on the bargain,” Snape thrust his hand into midair making Hermione step back. Desperate to feel that grip again she pushed her palm into his and shook rigorously, not at all compared to how unsteady she was actually feeling.

Upon making their vow Snape escorted Hermione to the front doors before heading off to the dungeon without another word.

“IF YOU INSIST ON BREAKING ALL OF MY BEAKERS MISS GRANGER THEN I INSIST THAT YOU WALK DOWN AND DEPOSIT THE REMAINS,” Hermione winced as Snape chastised her once again in potions class.

Without Response she picked up the broken beaker and made to leave for the dustbins located behind Hogwarts, the journey took up fifteen minutes of her time for which she was grateful this had been a particularly difficult lesson and she wasn’t feeling overly inclined to be there.

Each house had its own bin with corresponding colours to the founder, feeling unnerved about possibly throwing her rubbish in her own bin when it belonged to Snape she tipped open the Slytherin green bin and tossed in the dead beaker.

“Filling my bin with your destroyed garbage now Miss Granger,” Hermione sighed she couldn’t catch a break with this guy.

“Yes that’s me! Putting my rubbish in other people’s bins without permission, so sue me!” Hermione chuntered she was sick of the Snape firing squad.

“Sue you? I will do more than sue you girl,” Snape growled and forcibly threw Hermione against the Gryffindor bin pushing her hands above her head. Panting slightly he pressed his lips aggressively against hers bruising the soft pink of her face with his hungry mouth. Still gripping her wrists he pulled away to see Hermione’s response.

“But Professor, What If the Bin Men come?” was her only response. Rain lashed down on them soaking each to the skin as Snape pondered this concept.

He raised his eyebrow “The Bin Men Miss Granger, that’s a very Muggle concept”.

“Do we not have Bin Men?” she asked.

“Is now the time to be discussing such matters Miss Granger?” he asked his hand snaking their way up her robes.

“Hardly,” she replied and continued to let him kiss her throat, his tongue licking her neck.

Hermione moaned in ecstasy, she had never been kissed in such a way by a man of skill. The sloppy kisses she had experienced from the likes of Victor Krum paled insanely in comparison. An inhuman growl broke from her chest as moved deeper in the shadows of the castle. As the heat of his fingers probed her breasts she let her nails rip down his back drawing blood that peeled onto the snow of his shirt. The desperation in Snape’s face became apparent as he fumbled with his robes bashing her back against the bin repeatedly as he lifted her up with his powerful arms, the hem of her skirt caught against his robes but it did not stop the downward momentum of his searching hands.

She was desperate for him to be inside of her, “Oh Severus,” she squealed.

“Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, Hermione!” he repeated.

“Its breakfast time”.

“We can’t eat at the bins,” she replied.

“Hermione wake up its Breakfast time,” the vision of Snape and the bins melted it nothingness and Ginny’s face replaced where Severus’s had been.

“Ginny please,” Hermione said.

“You were moaning pretty bad Hun, were you dreaming?”

“More like a nightmare,” Hermione said covering up any sex noises she may have made to the four berth bedroom.

“Well it’s not real, I am as you can you see!” Ginny chuckled, pinching Hermione on the arm.

“Thanks, now let me get dressed,” Hermione shoved her away and began to uncouple herself from the sheets which were soaked with sweat. The girls made their way down to breakfast half an hour later crossing the corridor where only hours before their potions master had sat, waiting.
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