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...After Happily Ever After	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 25739 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Four
“HUFFLEPUFF!” the Sorting Hat bellowed, perched atop Lizzie’s straight blonde hair. Ron groaned aloud. She gave the small group of Gryffindors a small, bittersweet wave as she went to join her new house table for the Welcome Feast. Hermione watched her intently, her smile deepening as she observed the beautiful new witch being swallowed by a gaggle of Hufflepuff sixth and seventh years. Hannah Abbott and Ernie McMillian were the first to welcome the American into their circle.
Hermione felt it was the perfect fit for Lizzie. The girl was nothing if not kind and permeated the persona of loyalty and friendship. She saw the girl fitting into their circle well after the hours long train ride to Hogwarts, regardless of the house she was sorted into. She had been attentive and sweet, genuinely wanting to get to know everyone in their compartment equally; answering questions about herself fully, but briefly, before firing questions out to her new acquaintances. Hermione had been disappointed when she was summoned to take care of Head Girl duties and missed over an hour of the chatter with her friends.
“I like her,” Ginny murmured in Hermione’s ear. “Although watching Ron struggle with a boner all year might be enough to make me vomit.”

Hermione snorted and then nodded vigorously over the Sorting Hat shouting, “RAVENCLAW!” as it sorted Zeppner, Tobias – the last of the new first years.
“I like her, too,” Hermione replied, covertly sending a glance through her eyelashes up at the head table. Snape was sitting in his normal chair, his eyes fixed stonily ahead with that same old scowl on his face. Ginny searched her friend’s face before flicking a glance at the man, too.
“He certainly doesn’t look like he’s changed at all,” she reported to Hermione with a shrug. Ginny had been hilariously horrified when Hermione had described what had transpired during her last visit to see Snape at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. What disturbed her the most was her friend’s dreamy expression after she had insisted on complete details about how the kiss felt. Hermione had acted like she had never been kissed before – and perhaps she hadn’t ever experienced a kiss quite like that. It was still disconcerting that her pretty, sweet friend could be harboring a crush on their scary and intimidating Potions professor.
“Well,” Hermione breathed, as quietly as she could. “I think he has.”
The Welcome Feast continued as expected. Professor McGonagall told them all to “tuck in” earnestly before giving her start of the year speech. Hermione observed that some of the staff looked a bit apprehensive and she wondered what was going on. She watched Flitwick for a moment and then shook her head, putting it off to beginning of the term jitters. It wasn’t long before pudding disappeared and golden plates shone brightly in the candlelit and star-strewn glow of the enchanted ceiling. Hermione sighed her pleasure contentedly while smirking at Ron and Harry comparing distended bellies full of the delicious food. Food was something she had come to appreciate much more since their year on the run.
She did her best to stifle a yawn. She was eager to get to her new quarters and snuggle under the heavy covers of the big four-poster bed that she knew awaited her. Unfortunately, she still had to get first years to their quarters and complete her rounds. She looked up expectantly as the Headmistress hesitantly stepped to the podium.
“Sonorous,” McGonagall muttered, touching her wand to the side of her neck. “Good evening, students of Hogwarts.”
There was a resounding chorus of: “Good evening, Professor!” in return.
“I have the pleasure of introducing four new posts this year. Professor Zipply will be taking over Muggle Studies.” A squat, round wizard with fly-away light brown hair combed over a bald spot raised from his seat and bowed deeply. “Next, Professors Mr. and Mrs. Pfeiffer will be taking over Defense Against the Dark Arts and Arithmancy, respectively.” She paused again as the smattering of applause rippled through the Great Hall. The married couple were young and looked excited to be there as they waved at the students.
The Headmistress’s lips thinned as if she was concerned about her next announcement. “Lastly, we must welcome back Professor Snape who –” But she wasn’t able to continue. Harry leaped to his feet and let out an obnoxious whistle of appreciation while many other students rose to stamp their feet. Raucous applause cascaded over the room so loudly it was sure to wake the dragons of Gringotts. Snape, who had been pointedly averting all gazes, looked up in obvious astonishment at the warmest welcome he had likely ever received.
Hermione was standing on the bench, cheering with the rest of them. The applause went on for minutes. McGonagall’s tense face relaxed into an approving smile as she joined in the handclapping. Snape’s eyes roamed the crowd and rested on Hermione’s for a moment that stood still. Her pulse quickened, but the sizzle of the moment ended when Hagrid clapped a hand on Snape’s shoulder, causing him to look up at the half giant. Is that a smile, Professor? She thought as the grin on her face broadened. She was sure there was a smirk on his face. As the applause died down, Snape gave a curt nod of his head; his face had returned to its mask of stone, but Hermione was certain a new light was gleaming in his eyes.
McGonagall continued, after clearing her throat loudly to regain control. “For all new students, and a subtle reminder for some old students, the Forbidden Forest is as its name suggests – forbidden.” A chuckle rumbled through the crowd; Ron and Harry exchanged grins. “Bulletins and brochures for clubs and teams will be posted in your common rooms to peruse for the week. There will be an open house signup for these activities Saturday morning here in the Great Hall for you to ask questions and see what would be a good fit for you.” She nodded curtly. “Your Quidditch captains will post positions in the house common rooms and set try-outs for a time that works for them.”
“Yes, I will,” Harry hissed, smiling broadly.
“All students will receive their schedules when they attend breakfast tomorrow morning. If there is a pink notice on your schedule, you will need to contact me to set up a meeting to discuss questions and concerns I may have for you.” Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, a severe look crossing her pinched features. “Here is where my happy news and information comes to an end. I fear, my dears, that the Minister of Magic has contacted the staff at Hogwarts earlier today with some unsavory news.
“It seems that, even though the war has been won and good prevailed, evil is still determined to cloud our happiness.” She exhaled heavily and Hermione’s stomach flipped with a tinge of fear. “There have been reports of Muggle-born kidnappings. Three in the last week, to be precise.” Here her Scottish brogue faltered momentarily. “One being a seven-year-old girl who was reported missing after her parents were found mysteriously dead in their home by Muggle law-enforcement officers.”
A gasp flitted through the hall, and Hermione’s heart missed a beat as tears prickled her eyes. What?!
“Here at Hogwarts, you will all be experiencing a heightened state of security and safety. I want our Muggle-born students to realize that they will be watched exceptionally carefully until those perpetrating these heinous attacks have been apprehended.” She cleared her throat. Harry and Ron reached for Hermione’s hands simultaneously, while Ginny slid a protective arm around her waist and pulled her closer to her side, as if directly standing in the way of her being taken. A grateful lump rose in her throat even as she felt anxiety rise and course through her veins. She could not stop a look to the Hufflepuff table, where she met the petrified gaze of Lizzie Williams. It was a look that mirrored her own feelings.
“I implore all Muggle-born students to be on constant alert and beg you to not leave the grounds without at least one person by your side. We will keep you all informed as we see fit. If you have questions, please make an appointment with me or your head of house.
“With these final words, I ask all Prefects, along with Miss Granger and Mr. McMillian – who are this year’s Head Girl and Boy, to please help escort students to their dormitories. You are dismissed.” She returned to her staff who were huddling in to converse discreetly, their words blocked by the noise of hundreds of thundering feet and raised voices.
Hermione sat frozen, eyes still locked with Lizzie’s, who finally broke the connection as Susan Bones tapped her on the shoulder and gestured for them to walk together to the Hufflepuff common room by the kitchens. Lizzie looked back to Hermione and waved. “Talk tomorrow?” she mouthed, Hermione nodded back, a soft smile curving her lips.
She exhaled, looking into the faces of her most beloved friends. They were watching her with barely suppressed horror and sympathy on their faces. “Okay, you lot,” she said sternly, her practiced Head Girl voice blossoming out of her chest as if on cue. “To your rooms.” She squeezed Harry’s hand and knocked her shoulder gently against Ginny’s while winking at Ron. “I have a job to do, we can talk in the morning.” She paused, watching them gather their things all the while throwing her surreptitious looks. “Hey,” she mumbled. They all gave her their full attention. “I love you guys.”
Three dear faces, three sets of different colored eyes, all warmed as they enveloped her in a group hug. Murmurs of “We love you too, ‘Mione!” filled her heart as she embarrassingly pushed them away and started calling for Gryffindor first years to follow her.
After sending the extra-large group of first years through the Fat Lady portrait hole (the password “Moldy Voldy” set off some titters), Hermione set out to complete her first set of rounds as Head Girl. She held her wand loosely in her hand.
She wandered the corridors she was assigned mindlessly, greeting the occasional portrait or school ghost. She felt world weary after the evening’s announcements. She had been looking forward to this year being uneventful and ordinary, boring even! Didn’t she deserve normal? Hadn’t she been through enough? Wasn’t it time for her to be able to live without fear? A surge of uncharacteristic anger bubbled up and out of her chest. She growled and threw a punch at the stone wall, cursing loudly when pain knifed its way hot and sharp through her wrist.
“Miss Granger?” A rich, deep baritone came through the silence. “Such language,” he scolded. She whirled, cupping her apparently broken right hand against her breast supported in her left, her wand had clattered to the floor. He bent to pick it up and was about to hand it to her with more rebukes, but one look at her face and his reproachful attitude changed.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded, surprised with his alarmed concern. He closed the gap between them in three quick strides and pulled her injured wrist gently into his large, warm hands. A shiver wracked her whole body and her breathing came in quick, shallow pants that had nothing to do with the pain. She tried to jerk away, embarrassed by her reaction, but he held her fast. “Your metacarpals and wrist are broken. What in Merlin’s name have you done?” he demanded accusingly, trailing a cool finger lightly over said wrist.
“Er…” Her voice came out breathless as another shiver shot up her arm (it felt like it went straight to her groin), she let out a soft moan as her heart rate skyrocketed.
“Miss Granger?” He intoned more softly, hopefully misreading her reaction as pain.
“I punched the wall,” she squeaked, face going red with mortification. Idiot! She chided herself.
“You…? I see.” He pursed his lips while searching her face. She refused to meet his eyes. “Let’s get you to Madam Pomfrey.” He directed briskly, taking her elbow and attempting to turn her in the direction of the infirmary.
“Oh, no!” She was successful in pulling her wrist away this time, digging in her heels. This caused an unintended cry of pain to slip past her lips and her breath sucked back in with shock. “Couldn’t you…I mean…would you fix it, Professor?” She let out a shaky breath as her body started to convulse. “Please? I’m quite tired, and my rounds are about done. I just want to return to my quarters.” He studied her for a moment and then nodded curtly.
“Very well,” he muttered, laying his palm out facing up and indicating for her to place her hand over his. She did so after a moment’s hesitation. “Brackium emendo,” he murmured, gently sliding his wand tip over the back of her hand and around her wrist. There was a piercing, tingling feeling and then warmth spread through her wrist and fingers. It was still tender but the searing pain of moments before dissipated.
She relaxed as the pain left her body and glanced up at him shyly. “Thank you, Professor,” she whispered kindly. A very faint smile touched his lip as his head jerked a tight nod. He handed her back her wand, which she took gratefully.
“You’re welcome, Miss Granger.” His voice was clipped. He turned and gestured for her to lead the way. “I will walk you to your chambers.” Her astonishment was clear on her face and he had to bite his cheek to hide a smirk.
“Alright,” she agreed, taking a hesitant step. He fell into place next to her and they walked quickly through the silent castle. “It appears the inside of the castle is fully repaired.” She observed.
“Yes,” Snape agreed. She heaved a sigh when he offered no more.
“How did the rest of your summer go, Professor?” She questioned interestedly after a few minutes of tense silence.
“I do not see how that is any of your concern, Miss Granger.” He stopped short, eyes glancing to what he knew to be her dormitory door. Her face flushed prettily. Snape had to stifle a growl of desire. I have to get out of here. Her eyes watched his face carefully.
“Professor, I –” He broke her off.
“I trust you will heed the Headmistress’s admonishments to not travel alone outside this castle,” he muttered in a dark voice, wanting her word that she would be smart and safe.
“Of course I will!” A tinge of fury colored her retort. “Professor, I just wanted – ” But he broke her off again.
“Goodnight, Miss Granger.” It was as if he was deliberately derailing her apology. In reality, Snape knew if he didn’t get away from her, he would do something he’d regret.
She sighed, watching him clasp his hands together behind his back and stalk into the darkness of the corridor, his frock coat flapping familiarly behind him. “Goodnight, sir,” she whispered, still feeling the warmth of his touch on her hand.
Snape had to use an unpleasant amount of determination not to turn back around and haul that pretty flushed face to his. Memories of his tongue pillaging her mouth got him through many wanking sessions throughout the remainder of the summer, but being in her presence while remembering that kiss was torture. He was getting stiff just thinking about it. He was going to have to be on high alert when she was in his vicinity. Especially if they were alone. Forcing himself on her would solve nothing, just create more of a mess. He breathed a deep sigh of relief as he descended the dungeon steps towards his rooms, thankful he was far enough away from her now to control himself.
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