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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
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- 6
- 7
A/N: 20.05.2018.
Big, big THANK YOU to my beta Holdt
she is not writing for HP but if you like Marvel, Stargate or DC (Batman, Superman) check out her work, her writing is amazing :)
On the positive side (I hope), I'm almost back to my normal style of writing. Well, almost...I was, however, bit influenced by a story I follow "Thank the Fae" by gingerbred (on AO3).
WARNING: There is no sex in this chapter, but I was not kind to Ron, so all Ron lovers - sorry, but he's not portrayed nicely in this chapter (or story).
Openness
Hermione sighed and snuggled next to him.
He was warm, and smelled great! Never before had she given a thought to how Snape smelled. Then again, he was her teacher after all, what student wants to know how their teacher smells? If she had to guess, that wouldn’t have been to his benefit at the time. Oh, she had great respect for the man, always, that was never the question. Even and especially when she questioned his allegiance. Then again, trust and respect are two separate things.
However, now that she was paying attention, he did smell great. It was a relaxing smell, the mixture of hotel soap they used in the shower and sort of earthy musk, like the one you would find in a deep forest. She had to stop herself from sniffing him, but she huddled close, as close as she could.
‘ He smells like sex. ’
Shut up.
‘ He does. ’
Stop bothering me! The voice just laughed and she sighed softly.
‘ You liked it when he woke you up. ’
Shut up!
‘ You did, your heart skipped a beat when he called you sweetie. ’
Silence.
‘ His voice is to die for and you know it. ’
Shut up! He will help me to get rid of you.
‘ Maybe, maybe not. ’
He will. He must. He was her last hope. This was the first time in years that she felt safe and protected. And now he wanted to know.
Can I trust him that much?
‘ You manipulated him, cursed him. ’
And he still offered his help.
With a sigh, she leaned to him. He was now in a semi-sitting position and peered at her with a grin. The grin he had from the moment he pulverised Ron. She must admit, he was much more subtle now, but also much more lethal; his poison was mixed with sugar and she liked it.
Hermione made a move towards him, then she inched away, enough to look at him.
“May I?“ He has most interesting and unreadable look in his eyes. Snape just shrugged like he doesn’t care one way or another, so she decided.
Using his abdomen as a pillow, settling herself more comfortably, noting with no small surprise that Snape has abs, she swallowed. This is not easy for her, and hurts, no matter how much she hated her situation, it still hurts.
“Where to start?” She asked softly.
“From the beginning, would be the best.”
“Are you sure? It starts in school and …”
“I’m a big boy, I can handle it.” He quipped and she nodded reluctantly.
“They used me.” That sounded more bitter that she wanted, but that was how she felt. Under her cheek, she could feel his muscles tighten. “Sure, we were friends, we still are, I hope. Harry used me less than Ron, but Ron always saw me as someone who should sit at his beck and call. He acknowledges my brain and my skills, but he doesn’t acknowledge me, not really. And I am the proverbial ‘third wheel’, I always had been.”
He exhaled sharply and she giggled. “No, not in that way."
“It would be nice gossip through.” He chuckled darkly.
“True.” She giggled again, wondering when she’d become so resentful and spiteful, but maybe she always was. “Anyway, Ron always expected me to be there, Molly also. Harry is Harry, but he’s part of the family and wants me to join - he won’t push it if it’s against my wishes, the truth is… Well, Ron was his second task during the tournament.”
She paused, her voice was trembling. Until she voiced her thoughts for the first time, she didn’t understand how much all of it actually hurt her. His hand found her hair and massaged her scalp, she drew comfort from that touch, more than she deemed it smart. Nonetheless, it gave her courage to continue.
“Then, the seventh year came, and I played with magic, much stronger than I realised at the time. So much for being ‘know-it-all’. I didn’t alter my parent’s minds, I erased myself permanently. And, believe it or not, after I asked for help with a reversal and its magnificent fail - boys never wanted to talk about it with me. No one would, not Molly and Arthur, not Ginny - I couldn’t go to Neville or Luna, so…. And I tried so much to understand, not to be angry, but I am! I am angry - angry at the Order, even angry at Harry. Ron’s family hid, the Order rescued Harry’s ‘family’ but for me - I had to find my own solution.”
It felt good to say it all out loud, to finally face her own feelings without fear. Snape was quiet, he didn’t judge her, so either he supported her or simply didn’t care enough to bother, but his impartial reaction felt good.
“That can’t be all.” His voice was soft, barely a whisper.
“It is not, it is only part of it. You said to start at the beginning.”
“I did, do continue.”
“When… when I was at the Manor, when - my skin was carved, I…” She took a deep breath.
Will he understand?
‘ You won’t know until you try. ’
Stay out of it.
“I didn’t mind the pain. Sure I could live without it, and I didn’t mind the word - not from that lot. I honestly don’t care how that bigoted bunch sees me, their opinion is not important to me. But - as she cut in the letters, the only thing I could think of was - ’they are not the only ones who see me that way, my parents are muggles, and they didn’t matter to the Order’. The biggest pain was... I started to doubt in the Order, not in the cause but in people .”
“Quite understandable.”
“After that... Days after that, I was so angry. Angry at all of them. I hated them, but I still helped, I still tried to be who I was. Even then, I figured that I changed, that something was wrong with me. But at first it was distant, just a pressure, nagging feeling. Need to retaliate and be mean, I guess the curse was on me even then, but weak. Maybe if I’d told someone, maybe they could have helped me then. But, it was war and there were so many things to do. And, later, there were so many losses, so many things had to be done. When I finally went to healers it was already too late….” She took a shuddering breath. “I never told this to anyone, but even then, I knew that I wouldn’t continue law. Everyone expected that from me, and I knew I didn’t want to work with those people - that I wouldn’t change a thing no matter how much I tried. But I did want to show them - to show them that they can’t defeat me.”
She raised so she could see his face. It was impassive and focused on listening to her, and if she was going to spill her guts, she’d do it—she’d tell him all—there was no turning back now.
“And I used you .”
“Naturally.” He didn’t sound angry or hurt; it was same calm indifference in his voice.
“What? Are you not angry?” His reaction stumped her. She was ready to take the heat of his anger, but it never came, not even a glimpse of it in his eyes.
“I was used for much worse. Do continue.”
“I won’t apologize for using you. You probably don’t know: Harry was fighting tooth and nail to force them, to grant you a trial. And I knew I wanted to hit them where it hurt, so I took on myself to represent you when no one else wanted. I know, it must be painful to hear it, but… And, I won’t lie to you. You were not a nice person then, not even now. I think you enjoyed torturing Ron over the phone a bit much just now.”
He grinned in approval and she smiled.
“At the time, I honestly doubt you, I didn’t always trust you and I even hated you at times. More than I can count - but, one thing I did know was - is - that I respect you. Enemy or not, you had the knowledge and the skill. Anyway, they asked me do I need the assistant, and I told them if they can spare one. When Luna came to me… I’ve seen that as another example of their attempt to ridicule me! I thought I’d hex her out of the office, broom closet more likely, almost instantly. Before that, I never saw Luna as… she was just too odd. She came to office and said ‘Their heads are full of wrackspurts’. I was ready to hex her then and there, but then she looked at me and said something else - ’He’s the only one who doesn’t have them, you know. Professor Snape never had any wrackspurts, he does not deserve this. Let’s bring them down.’”
He smiled genuinely and fondly at Luna’s name, and she felt a pang of something that resembled jealousy.
“‘Let’s bring them down’ that is how I felt. And we did. So, you see, I’m not a nice person either. I used you then, and I used you now too…." She paused to take a breath, but his hands cupped her face, he leaned to her looking her straight in the eyes.
“Now, listen to me carefully. As I said already, I was used for far worse than that, and for once, someone using me benefited me along with others. That was nice, for a change. Also, you didn’t use me now, Potter did. Ironically, he did it because Mr Weasley persuaded him to do so. But, you didn’t use me. It was my choice to look for you.”
“But the curse…”
“Desperate people do desperate things. I am not happy with the manner you handled things. I can understand but I won’t condone. I am, however, insulted that you think so little of me, to feel compelled to curse us both rather than simply ask for help. I may not be ‘nice person’ as you said. I am a bastard for sure, but I can value honesty, especially when it comes from a person who saved my life in the most blatant meaning of that word. If it weren’t for you and Luna, Miss Granger, I wouldn’t be in Azkaban, I’d be Kissed. If you came to me, I would help you, no questions asked. And not because I feel obligated, but because I chose to, of my own free will.” His voice suddenly switched from soft to cold and stern. “And don’t you dare to add this to your lengthy list of misguided self-battering. I’ll have none of that and I won’t take it kindly. Understood, Miss Granger?”
“Y…yes." He released her cheeks.
“I gather this is not the end of your story.” he leaned back like nothing happened.
“No. During the preparations for the trial, I understood how much things stayed the same, I resented them for that. Harry and Ron didn’t even try to understand… They didn’t want to talk about… And after some time - I didn’t want them to know. They changed, bent to fit the mould, so I started to resent that part of them too. Ron… Ron is Ron, I suppose. He… Of course, he loves me, but - he doesn’t love me, he never could, and, he is still… He didn’t grow up… Besides, I never loved him, not the way he is, not in that way. Sure, I had a crush on him as a kid, but, I grew up - he didn’t want to accept that. We argued, I tried to tell him, not just about two of us, how different we are, but about curse as well. He didn’t want to listen.”
She returned to the lying position and his hand returned to her hair.
“And, boys opposed to my decision, not openly, but they opposed to it. Then they made a mistake… Well, Ron did. Harry is in so many ways like me, he simply doesn’t understand some things. Harry still thinks like Muggle, and he is not mean, not truly, so I can’t blame him, but… Ron, he can be smart, he is smart, but not in a way that I like. And he’s not smarter than me . When they came with ‘the legend’, I knew. I knew what they are trying to do and I knew what Ron wants to get from that stunt. If anyone could find the artefact it would be me, and I was ready to destroy it before let him lay a hand on it.”
“That explains how you picked up your first, and why you picked up your last curse. What about the other curses? There were quite a few more than just two.”
“Oh, that! It was, well, while I was looking clues for the location of the artefact. But, the first curse, it was just a nudge at first, after two minor curses leached on…”
‘ Huhuhu, this is going to be good. ’
Shut up!!!
“I… The voices started…”
“Voices?”
She nodded, her face buried in his flesh, she’s afraid to look at him.
“Yes. When you found me, there were many of them, now only one is left. But! But it’s much tamer. Sometimes it just laughs, annoyingly. Do you… Do you think I’m crazy? Do you think part of her… Her own…” That sounded so silly that she couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“Highly improbable, even if it would be possible, which is not.” This was the voice of her old professor, mocking her own stupidity. “Bela’s insanity is the product of genetics. That is not contagious, just irritating and occasionally dangerous.”
“I’m sorry!” She suddenly jumped, and he blinked at her. “I completely forgot!”
“Forgot what?”
“That you… Oh, Gods! I mess up everything.” To her surprise, he started to laugh.
“Should I apologize for talking down Mr Weasley, or McCormack or Krum?”
“No, but….”
“I believe that was the prime reason for such unfortunate mishap on my behalf, then again, at seventeen there is not too much brain involved in decision-making - which leads to some unfortunately poor choices. Wouldn’t you say?”
“I… I guess so….” His openness surprised her.
Someone banged on the door, and Snape’s face darkened. Gently but decisively he moved her from himself. Grabbed the towel that slipped from her hair and slid off the bed, wrapping the towel around his hips. With a grumble, he walked to the door, wand in hand. One hand on the doorknob he squeezed stern “Yes?”
“Room service.” Came the faint call from the other side.
“We didn’t order anything.” Replied Snape tossing a swift look over the shoulder, she shook her head.
“I know sir, the manager sent it, as an apology, for the mix-up at the reception.”
His shoulders slackened and he tossed his wand on the nearby table, still within hands reach, and opened the door. She marvelled his appearance. Pale lavender towel barely covered his bum, probably front part too. His hair was falling down his back, like strands of black liquid silk, shining with almost dark blue hue on the sun. His legs, straight and slim. He was walking, talking oxymoron - nothing on him appeared as it was. If she didn’t feel it, she wouldn’t believe how firm his muscles were. Then again, she never knew that body like this was hidden under those oversized robes.
‘ Maybe he didn’t want hormonal teenage girls to lust over him. ’
I was not hormonal…
‘ No? And if you knew what would you do? ’
Most certainly be in the detention, often.
‘ Loads of good that would do. ’
Shush it!
She grabbed the cover and wrapped it around her like a dress, dragging the longer part behind. She approached the door. Hermione didn’t need to see Snape’s face to know what look he had. The waiter’s expression was enough, she has seen that look many times during her school years. She could bet that Snape had one brow arched, with a sneer plastered all over his face. The waiter was stuttering. She approached them and hugged Snape with one hand, while still holding bed cover firmly in place with other. He hugged her, and with the corner of the eye she noticed his face and smiled broadly.
Waiter blushed, apologised and pushed the trolley to Snape, rushing away. Carefully, Snape peaked under the white cloth and gave her a sideways glance.
“Madam, are you in the mood for oysters and Champagne?” She widened her eyes, never in her life, she had a chance to try oysters. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He pulled the trolley into the room, stick ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door handle and closed the door. Picked up his wand and cast a spell, several spells, finally, he nodded.
"It is safe for consumption. So, what do you want to do now?”
“Ummm, I was thinking, if it’s not too much bother….” Now she was stuttering.
“Out with it, Miss Granger…u-h…Kitten.”
“Can we combine all the things I never tried before?” His brow travelled up again, but this time with the inquiry “I never had any oysters, and I tried Champagne only two times… And I always wanted to… Well, I was wondering how it feels like to bathe in the jacuzzi.”
He was looking at her for a long, long moment, then just nodded and gave her a push in the back. But when she was few paces in front of him, he tugged on the bed cover, leaving her naked. Pushing the trolley, followed her to the bathroom. Hermione felt elated, she could squeal like a schoolgirl.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus was surprised. He’d expected semi-truth and evasive answers, what he didn’t expect was that she’d pour her heart out to him. Her story sounded familiar to him, way too familiar, almost painfully. Naturally, nothing she revealed about his own trial was news; Luna had told him every single detail, long ago.
What caught him by surprise was her honesty. She really did change, for the better. He could relate to her anger, and he was almost sad. Not often, but on occasion, he hated to be right. On the other hand, he admired her determination to fight, to fight back. Sadly, she’d chosen the wrong path, but that was the most common mistake. In a way, he felt protective toward the small witch.
Don’t go to that road. You have a toy, but it’s a borrowed toy. Play with it, don’t break it. And return it, he chastened himself.
He was watching her hips sway and round behind jiggle as she walked in front of him. Hermione perched on the edge of the tub, folding her legs so that she could shield most of her body, hugging her knees. Her face was an open book, and she looked like a kid on Christmas morning.
He let the water fill the tub.
Suddenly her face fell and she was, once again, serious. A hint of melancholy mixed with her sadness and fear. He strode to the basket on the counter and picked up lavender and chamomile bathing oils. Returning to the tub he poured a decent portion of both oils.
To open up your heart--like she did--never went unpunished, by his estimation. She would need something to calm herself down. He hoped the oils in combination with food, wine and the bubbly, massaging bath would do the trick. He was respectfully silent.
“You really are not mad at me?”
That surprised him. Severus paused and looked at her.
“Is there a reason I should be mad at you?” Keeping his voice even, he was careful not to trigger an emotional outburst. What he really didn’t need was a witch in tears.
“For using you?” Her voice was small.
“And why would I be mad about that?” After all, she told me, she is worried about that ? Or is this just a prelude?
“Well…I used you.”
“You’ve seen the opportunity and you used it to achieve your goal, there is nothing wrong in that.”
“But…”
“Stop that now.” He growled and she gulped, stiffening her back. Returning to an even tone, he glanced at her. “I won’t even try to imagine how a Gryffindor’s mind works. I simply cannot and don’t want, to stoop to that level. However, as a Slytherin, I do not see fault in your actions. If nothing, I see them as admirable.”
Her eyes widened at him. He stopped the water and turned on the jets water in the tub started to bubble
“Into the tub.” He nudged her and she glided into the water, obscuring her body with a veil of bubbles that offered an occasional glance at the treasure beneath. He turned to the trolley and fiddled with the champagne bottle.
“To be mad or insulted by your methods, the same ones that I myself used on many occasions, would be hypocritical at best. So rest assured, there is nothing to be angry about from my point of view.”
She nodded and accepted the glass of champagne.
“Will you join me?”
“Do you wish me to?” He raised an eyebrow, giving her the smile he usually reserved for the most difficult catches. She just nodded and giggled.
“It tickles.”
He’d stepped one foot into the tub, when she turned to him again, almost whispering.
“You surprised me. I did not expect you to be so open.”
He nearly slipped.
When, in the million hell's was he open to her?
“When you told me about… When you were seventeen…” Surprise must be showing on his face if she felt compelled to clarify. Or maybe a desperate fluttering of his hands, when he tried to maintain his balance, was a dead giveaway. Well, better that than a broken neck.
“That was not me being open to you - you already knew all the facts,” he replied, voice cold.
“Be that as it may, I see it as openness.” She laughed. “Bubbles tickle my feet. So, can you show me how to eat these?” She gestured at the seafood.
At that moment she looked…
I can, I can also show you what you can do in this tub after you loosen up a little bit.
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