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The Courtship of Miss Granger	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*******DISCLAIMER******* JK Rowling owns everything, except
maybe Henrietta does Hogsmeade. I doubt she�d approve, and never admit if she
did.

A/N: Thanks for
reviewing, and Anon: I fiddled with Hermione�s age just so she could
have her birthday over the summer break - that way, she can have a little more time
for lemonade with Snape before they have to �watch it� at school. I will have mixed up things a little to
account for the goings on in HBP (most of this will come later) and will do my
best to explain them all to everyone.

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The first day of school approached rapidly, but for Hermione
the days went so slowly that she could scream � she wanted to start her sixth
year so she could get it over with as soon as possible. She gossiped with Ginny on the Hogwarts
Express after being released from her Prefect�s meeting�she had been chosen for
the second year in a row and Harry was now a Prefect as well, supplanting
Ron. �So, are you going to go see him as
soon as the Welcoming Feast is done?� queried Ginny from her place on Harry�s
knees. He was currently involved in a
conversation with Ron about the Chudley Cannons, so neither boy paid the
slightest bit of attention to them.
Which was just as well, thought Hermione, since he still hadn�t an
inkling about her and Snape. He would blow his top for sure.

She bit down on her Pumpkin Pasty and shook her head. �No, I can�t�they�re still watching our every
move. Though why they think we�ll end up
having wild sex on his desk during Double Potions with Ravenclaw is anybody�s
guess.� She giggled. �Could you just see it? �Oh, Hermione, I�m cumming � ten points from
Gryffindor, Mister Weasley!��

Ginny clapped her hand over her mouth and turned red in the
effort to keep from laughing. Harry
looked up at her curiously. �Chocolate
Frog went down the wrong way,� she spluttered.
He went back to talking with Ron.
�So, Hermione, have you been using that�dream thingy? You know, to make
him miss you more? I wish I knew how to
work something like that,� she said with a glance at her boyfriend.

Hermione didn�t want to hear about the dreams Ginny and
Harry might share�Ginny was her best friend and she told her everything, but,
about Harry? Well, she would need someone to talk to soon
enough, so the least Hermione could do would be to listen. �Only a few times. He caught me last month, and used Occlumency
against me ever since.�

�What exactly did he catch you doing, pray tell?�

Hermione grinned. �I
just made him think, very convincingly, that someone was giving him the best
hummer he�d ever had. And it was, I
repeat, very convincing.�

Ginny giggled. �So
he�?�

�You�d better believe it.
Wherever he was, he needed clean sheets in the morning.� She met her friend�s eyes and they both
guffawed, drawing the boys� attention at last.

�Here, what are you two going on about?� asked Harry,
looping an arm about Ginny�s waist. Ron,
still not quite used to the idea of his best friend dating his little sister,
looked as if he might protest.

�We�re just talking about bed linens, dreams, and blocking
spells,� replied Hermione quite truthfully, managing to control her expression.

�That sounds...fascinating,� Ron said, crossing the
compartment to sit beside her. The train
lurched slightly and he took that as his cue, neatly overdoing his sway to fall
on her to fumble at her blouse fervently.

�RONALD!� she
shrieked angrily, shoving him off.

�Sorry, �Mione �the train,� he attempted.

She stood up quickly and walked into him so fast, he didn�t
have time to back up. �I will tell you
this only once, Ronald Weasley,� she said through gritted teeth. �I-am-not-interested! Put your hands on me uninvited once more, and
I swear you�ll learn the meaning of the word �hex� � is that clear? GOOD.
Now, I�m pretty sure I saw an empty seat in Luna Lovegood�s
compartment.� She remained standing as
Ron scrambled for the door but when the glass panel slid shut, she drew the
curtains and flopped back down on the bench.

Harry and Ginny were looking at her with awestruck
faces. �Wow, �Mione, I didn�t think you
had it in you,� Harry whistled. �Maybe he�ll leave you alone this year.� Ginny nodded her agreement. She and Harry looked at each other for a
moment, then back at Hermione sheepishly.

�Oh, go ahead, snog it up!
I don�t care,� said Hermione irritably, digging through her case for a
book. �I�m just going to read, so don�t
mind me,� she whispered to Ginny, displaying the corner of PlayWitch surreptitiously and getting a wink from her friend. Ginny turned to Harry and began to kiss him
so thoroughly that he completely forgot Hermione was there.

She flipped through the magazine, reading the steamy
articles and checking out all the magnificent nude wizards. She turned to her favorite profile (in the
�Seven-inch Sorcerers� section) of a particularly good-looking warlock that
reminded her of Severus, with long black hair and dark eyes whose hobbies were
Synchronized Apparation and Naked Quidditch.
I wonder what Severus looks like
naked�what�s he really hiding under
those robes of his? I hope it�s not very
small, she thought with sudden panic.
She had been on the internet over her summer break and had looked up
�average penis size� on Google. She had
seen some very disappointing pictures and hoped that Severus was much larger. He had felt big when she had been rubbing him
through his pants, but she hadn�t seen him with her own eyes. She hadn�t found anyone that she could ask
about �size� anyway � her mother would pry the reason for asking out of her in
a heartbeat, and have Professor Snape carted off to Azkaban seconds later. Sighing, she slipped the glossy magazine back
into her case and watched the tangle of arms and legs across the compartment
enviously until they arrived at Hogwarts.

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The teachers were all reclining in their chairs at the
tables at the head of the Great Hall when the students all filed in and made
their way towards the House tables.
Severus stroked his chin absently and tried to avoid Dumbledore�s
knowing gaze as he scanned the Hall for sight of Hermione Granger. He hadn�t had contact with her since
discovering her �dream tampering� that had made him unbelievably angry. Where
was she? She should be in her seat by now -there. Having developed further throughout the
course of the summer, she had lost almost all her baby fat and now appeared
sleeker but curvy in all the right places, places he shouldn�t be thinking of
with such a talented Legilimens one table away.
Sure enough, Albus gave him that look, as if he were nothing more than a
randy schoolboy. He shifted slightly in
his seat as the little tart gave him a sultry wink and wiggled her way onto the
Gryffindor bench. From the corner of his
eye he noticed the other teachers turning to look at him and he fumed silently.
What did Dumbledore do, send out a goddamned memo about the two of them?
He leaned back and gave them a look that would have curdled milk,
effectively stopping the gossip from circulating throughout the meal. After that, however�he expected the whispers
to begin as soon as he left the Hall.

He turned his attention to the Sorting, clapping only when
new students were sent into Slytherin. Soon it was over and the Feast
began. Flitwick came over to talk with
him about a spell he had been having trouble with; ever since he had discovered
that the Potions Master regularly adapted and created spells, the small wizard
had questioned him about it and asked him for advice. The Charms teacher had been surprised to
learn how polite the Slytherin really was, not having remembered much about him
when he had been Flitwick�s own student.
Snape hadn�t bothered to mention that some of the darker, nastier spells
he had created had been invented purely in self-defense against Sirius Black
and James Potter and Flitwick hadn�t asked.
McGonagall leaned over unobtrusively to listen in, startled that anyone
would approach Snape willingly.

His eyes followed Hermione�s exit without one lull in the
conversation.

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The year sped by, and Dumbledore finally decided that if
Miss Granger wasn�t able to learn Occlumency, then her time would be best
served studying. A surreptitious wink
for Hermione followed this statement and she hid her answering grin; she had
learned so well, she was on her way to becoming an accomplished
Legilimens. They kept this fact
extremely well-hidden from Severus, who couldn�t understand why Hermione could
block his probing one time, then fail so miserably the next.

Ron did test
Hermione�s resolve, but only once near the end of term. As he pinned her to the wall trying to kiss
her, she grasped her wand firmly with the intent of hurling all the curses she
knew at him, but her professor got there first.

�Missster Weasley,� came the familiar hiss that made Ron�s brain
seize up. He let go of her as if stung
and, trembling, looked up into the angry face of the Potions Master. �You must not know when you are not wanted,� he continued, pulling out his
wand and caressing it lovingly.

Ron looked in vain for help � Hermione drew closer to Snape
and the other students who had seen him try to kiss her vanished down side
corridors immediately. �Tell me,
Weasley�this isn�t the first time
you�ve tried something like this with her, is
it?� Snape demanded, raising the
wand to point it right between his eyes � Ron promptly wet himself, gibbering
madly.

�SEVERUS!�

They turned to see Professor McGonagall hurrying towards
them, face ashen. �What is the meaning
of this? Put up your wand at once!�

Severus drew himself up to tower over the shorter House
Head. In a cool voice, he described what
he had witnessed. �I fully intend to see
him punished, and I want Points for this,� he threatened. Minerva gaped up at him.

Recovering her composure, she swiftly interrogated both Ron
and Hermione. The Prefect quietly
affirmed Snape�s story and Ron admitted his guilt, ashamed. �There have been a good many allowances for �
some things,� Minerva told Hermione with a glance at Severus �but this seems
like a valid reason for Professor Snape�s � censure. I am most disappointed in you, Mr.
Weasley. As it is, I will allow
Professor Snape to set the detention as well as the deduction since he was
witness. Miss Granger, I will escort you
back to the common room � I assume that is where you were going�? Yes, come
along then.� And she herded Hermione off
without another word. Hermione looked
over her shoulder at Severus, silently willing him to not be too hard on Ron. No matter how abominably he behaved, he was
still her friend.

Devoid of protection, Ron shrank back against the stretch of
wall he had pressed Hermione against. �Please,
sir�I�ll go apologize to her,� he said desperately.

�No, I don�t think you�ll get off that easily. I think I need to clear up something.� Snape leaned closer menacingly. �School gets out in a month. Hermione turns eighteen about a month after
that. Lay a finger on her, just one finger, and you�ll wish that I had performed
a full-body bind on you and tossed you beneath the Whomping Willow. Because you�ll end up looking about the same
when I get through with you,� he breathed venomously.

Ron stared, startled out of his terror. �Huh? What�s Hermione got to do with
you? Sir?� he added swiftly as the wand
came out again and Snape grasped the front of his robes and pulled him off his
feet into the air so that their faces were level.

�She�s got everything
to do with me. Say a word about what I just told you, you
will be sorry in the extreme.� Releasing Ron, he let him fall to the
floor. �Now, let me see. I believe the best way to get the message
through your head will be�oh, detention with Filch every night for two weeks,
and about 500 Points from Gryffindor.
Congratulations, Mr. Weasley. Not
many students can lose the Cup for their House in just one go.� Turning on his heel, he swept towards the
dungeons to decide just where the House Cup would sit when his Slytherins won
it this year.

Back in the common room after Ron changed his soiled robes,
he tried to evade Hermione�s questioning.
Word of his actions, however, spread like wildfire the next morning when
his House mates discovered the amount of Points lost. �Why couldn�t you have kept it in your pants,
Weasley? You�ve lost us the Cup!� more than one enraged classmate was heard saying
this to him. Most of them disliked Snape more than ever, even though McGonagall
announced that she was in full agreement at the deduction, but the girls all
approved. During Potions, he kept his
head down as best he could to avoid Snape�s wrath � he now knew exactly why their
(or, more precisely, Hermione�s) lessons were monitored. He recovered enough of his natural ebullience
to whisper to Hermione, �Here comes the love of your life,� whenever the Head
of Slytherin was anywhere near, but was always careful not to say it too loudly. The end of school finally came, to his intense
relief. Finally, an end to Snape�s
meaningful glares and wand-flourishing.

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Hermione finished packing her trunk and pointing her wand at
it saying �Locomotor Trunk!� she got it down the stairs and out to the
train. After she said goodbye to Hagrid
who still hadn�t quite gotten over the subject of her and Professor Snape, she
searched for Harry, Ginny and Ron.
Spying them, she ran up to her friends. �Shall we find a compartment?� Ron didn�t look very enthusiastic, she
noticed. �What�s wrong with you, Ron?�

Her friend glared at her and rubbed his arms. �I can feel
him staring at me! It�s like being
doused with ice water when he fixes those eyes on you. Must be why you like him,� he muttered
snidely, earning himself a slap on the ear.
�Ouch!�

�Just get over it, Ron,� encouraged Harry, laughing with
Ginny. �I mean, yeah, he�s a great big
bat, but �Mione seems to like him alright.
How bad can he be?�

�You have no idea,� huffed Ron, still rubbing his ear. �The man�s a nightmare. The things he threatened me with! Honestly, �Mione, I can�t see why you didn�t
pick the Bloody Baron, if it was a Slytherin you wanted so badly.� He sidled away from a pinch on the side from
Ginny, and they all boarded the train.

Hermione was just relaxing into her seat beside a kissing
Harry and Ginny and laughing at Ron�s still-sullen expression when she felt the
connection between her and Severus flare to life.

I�ll see you soon, you
naughty creature�be thinking of what you would like for your birthday. Be ready by six and dress in your finest gown
� not that you�ll be in it long�

The connection was broken but the sensual promise couched in
her Slytherin�s words stayed in her head throughout the long ride home. Three more weeks� she shivered and decided
that they would be the longest three weeks of her life.

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A/N: FINALLY! Yes, folks, I finally get to shake the lemon
tree next chapter�about damned time. Now
if I can just convince JKR to write in a goatee for Snape, all will be right
with the world. **Brr!** that would be
pretty sexy � I better go clean up all this drool�
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