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Lie to me (Original)	By : EvaBrick Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15807 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione marched up the attic stairs and sat on the couch. The “adults” were having another meeting that she was being excluded from. She grabbed a decorative cushion, undid the snaps at the back, and pulled out the baby monitor that she’d picked up in a charity shop in muggle London. The other half of it was disillusioned and sat on top of the high cupboards of the pantry. She turned the monitor on and listened as the senior order members held their meeting.

“We should send the children away,” Molly said. “It’s too dangerous for them… America maybe? They’d like it there, wouldn’t they?”

“They’re not children,” Snape drawled. “And they should be here with us, discussing this like the adults they are.”

“What do you know about children?” Molly snapped.

Snape let out a loud sigh and Hermione could picture him rolling his eyes. “Not much, Molly… I’m just a school teacher.”

“I’m more concerned with the fact that Hermione is clearly sneaking out of the house to see this boyfriend of hers,” Kingsley interjected.

“You would be, wouldn’t you?” Snape snorted. “Let it go, Shacklebolt. You’re too old for her.”

“Hermione is not sneaking out,” Molly snipped. “I would know if she was. She always tells me when she’s meeting him.”

“That’s the point!” Kingsley said. “Has anyone actually met him?”

“Hermione’s mother said he was a nice young man,” Molly said. “He even helped with the dishes. She said he seemed very smart. He’s studying some muggle thing or other at university… it’s something like potions.”

“Chemistry,” Remus supplied. “It’s supposed to be quite difficult.” He sighed and there was a long pause. “You’re right though… if the death eaters found out about the muggle boy, it would be an easy way to get to us.”

“Hermione can take care of herself,” Snape said. “She’s not as experienced as some of us, perhaps, but she’s far more clever that you’re giving her credit for.”

“How would you know?” Kingsley sneered.

“It’s my job to know these things,” Snape ground out.

Kingsley snorted. “Why don’t you run along home to your Dark Lord, Severus? He’s probably waiting for his blow job.”

Hermione gasped as she heard the sound of breaking glass and scuffling. Then everything was frighteningly silent. “Anything else you’d like to say, Shacklebolt?” Snape’s voice was so cold and silky that it made Hermione shiver.

“You’re nothing but a filthy death eater,” Kingsley hissed.

“And don’t you dare forget it,” Snape responded. “You don’t have the balls to do what I do.”

“Severus,” Remus warned, “Let him go.”

There was another pause, then more scuffling, and then a door slammed. Hermione sat back on the couch and shook her head. What the hell was going on? She narrowed her eyes and wondered if she should go downstairs.

“Eight o’clock, Granger,” Snape’s voice spoke in her head.

Hermione tried to respond, but the front door slammed downstairs and she knew he was gone. She ran down the stairs to see if she could catch him in the street, but slammed into Kingsley as he stepped out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” the auror asked.

“I need to see Snape before he goes,” Hermione said as she pushed past Kingsley. She ran to the door and threw it open, but there was no sign of her mentor. She cleared her mind and tried to find him with her amateur legilimency skills, but got nowhere.

“You should stay away from him, Hermione,” Kingsley said as she came back inside. His neck had a small round, reddening dent in it, like someone’s wand had been pressed very hard against his Adam’s apple. “You can’t trust a man like him.”

Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes. It came out perfectly. “Well, I don’t suppose you happen to know any other potions masters who wouldn’t mind popping by to help me brew healing potions, do you?” she said in a fake syrupy voice. “I needed some help with a bone-regrowing potion, but now it’ll have to wait until I can catch him again and that could take weeks or even months! I hope no one needs it before then.”

“No, I don’t know any other potion masters,” Kingsley admitted, “but I used to be pretty good at potions, maybe I can help you. Why don’t we get together tonight and work on some? We could go to The Leaky Cauldron.”

“How could we possibly make potions in a pub?” Hermione sneered. She crossed her arms as she realized that the auror was hitting on her. How had she never noticed that he liked her? She cringed inwardly… she’d been too focused on the potion… and the potions master to notice anything else.

“Uh, well, I thought maybe we could get a drink and talk for a while,” Shacklebolt said, meekly. “I know I’m a little older than you, but… I really enjoy your company, Hermione.” He moved a little closer to her as he spoke.

“Sorry,” Hermione said as she breezed by him to get into the kitchen, “but I have a boyfriend.” She looked around the kitchen, hoping that Severus had left her a clue as to where she was to meet him. Molly and Remus sat sipping tea while Molly’s enchanted broom swept up the broken dishes. Kingsley followed her and watched her closely as she got her own tea.

“Who?” he asked. “Liam?”

“Yes, with my boyfriend Liam,” Hermione ground out. “Not that it’s any of your business, Shacklebolt.”

“Steady on, Hermione,” Remus said. “Kingsley’s just trying to look out for you.”

“That’s not all he’s trying,” Hermione muttered.

*****

Hermione checked the clock in the hallway outside the bedroom she shared with Ginny. Seven-fifty-nine. She sighed in frustration. She’d searched the house all day and hadn’t found any kind of clue about what she was supposed to do at eight o’clock. Was she supposed to meet Severus somewhere? She pictured him waiting for her and felt terrible. The clock chimed the hour and she reached out to sadly stroke the clock face. Suddenly the air rushed around her and she felt like she’d fallen into oblivion. A moment later, she stumbled forward and found herself kneeling in a field of wildflowers.

“Clever girl,” a nearby voice said.

Hermione looked up and smiled as she saw Severus leaning against an old apple tree. “You made the clock into a portkey?” she asked. “I only touched it on a whim at the last moment.” She stood and dusted herself off. “Where are we?”

“Ireland,” Snape said. He picked up an old satchel and glass clinked inside it. “Let’s go get your pixies.”

Hermione grinned and hurried to catch up with him as he strode off through the meadow. “Thanks for getting me out of the house,” she said. “Kingsley actually asked me out this afternoon after you left.”

Severus snorted and rolled his eyes. “Aurors always have enormous egos. Although I must admit, that Kingsley is a strong wizard and a kind man. You could do worse.”

Hermione recoiled in horror. “Kingsley and I? Not a chance! He’s clingy, insecure, domineering, and untrusting. No thank you.”

Snape chuckled. “I know… I just wanted to wind you up. I think you could be quite dangerous if you were sufficiently annoyed.”

Hermione smacked his arm and then hooked her hand in the crook of his elbow like she’d done on their sham of a date. “All right, Mr. All-knowing Spy, if Shacklebolt’s not my type, what should I be looking for?”

Severus gave her a sly smile and said, “You don’t want to know.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him as they came to a low stone wall. “You know I do.”

Snape climbed over and took her hand so she wouldn’t fall in the mud as she did the same. “A Slytherin,” he said. “I think you’d be well-matched with a Slytherin.”

“Oh sure,” Hermione said, sarcastically. “I can definitely see myself as Mrs. Mudblood for the rest of my life.”

“We’re not all like that,” Snape said, sadly. “Slytherin’s just been going through a rough patch for the last few decades.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Hermione muttered as they walked on. Her hand moved back into the crook of his elbow again, as if on its own.

“Slytherins pride themselves on their intellectual pursuits, we’re fiercely loyal and deeply passionate. I’ve always been a bit surprised that you weren’t sorted into Slytherin,” Snape said with a shrug.

Hermione laughed and Severus discreetly glanced down at her. A few curls in her bun were loose and they bobbed in time to her laughter. Severus found himself wishing he had some more youth potion in his pocket.

“I think that old hat makes mistakes,” she said. “It sits on a shelf year after year with nothing to do but write awful poetry. Maybe it was a great sorting tool back when it was younger, but I think it just guesses sometimes.”

Snape chuckled too. “Don’t let it hear you say that or you’ll hurt its feelings,” he said.

*****

Hermione lay on Snape’s cloak and stared up at the night sky, watching the stars. He lay next to her, with his hands under his head as they waited for midnight. Nearby, the wind rustled through the leaves of some old apple trees and blew the loose blossoms down on the wildflowers like fairy snow.

“How’s Liam?” Snape asked. There was a slight teasing note in his voice that made Hermione giggle.

“To be honest, I’m starting to hate him,” Hermione said. “He may not be real, but he’s just like any other guy. I’ve got to pretend that he’s smart and funny and interesting when he’s really boring me to tears! Ginny keeps asking me if he’s a good… you know… good…” Hermione flushed and hesitated.

Snape turned his head to look at her. “If he’s what? A good lover?”

“Yeah,” Hermione swallowed. “So now I’ve got to pretend that I’m more experienced than I am, which is awful because when I eventually do start seeing someone, I still won’t know what to do and I won’t be able to ask Ginny because she’ll know I lied to her!”

Hermione blinked in surprise as Snape let out a hearty laugh. “Hermione,” he said, “I promise you that if you’re with the right man, you won’t feel the fear and uncertainty you do now. The right lover will make you feel safe and value you no matter how inexperienced you are.”

Hermione snorted. “The only person I feel safe with is you,” she said without thinking.

“And why is that?” Snape drawled.

Hermione thought about it for a moment, then said, “Because you’re strong and powerful.”

“The Dark Lord is much stronger and more powerful than I am,” Snape said. Her let her draw her own conclusions.

“But he hurts people,” Hermione said.

“I’ve hurt people,” Snape countered. “I still do when he orders me to.”

They lay there in silence for several long minutes and then Hermione asked, “Can I lie closer to you? I’m cold.”

Snape raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. “Is that the only reason?”

Hermione watched the stars and a warm sigh puffed out from between her lips. “I don’t know,” she admitted quietly. She shut her eyes and broadcast her memories and thoughts about standing close to him so she could breath in the herb scent from his coat. She showed him how she imagined his embrace would make her feel wonderfully warm and safer than ever before. She also broadcast her confusion as to what this desire meant. She liked that he could protect her and guide her as an authority figure, but there was something else… she wasn’t sure if it was sexual or not. What would it be like to kiss him? What if he touched her? Did she want that?

“Hermione,” Snape chuckled. “I hate to say it, but you’re over-thinking this.” He reached out and pulled her in close so she could rest her head on his strong shoulder.

Hermione sighed contentedly as his arm circled around her. It felt even better than she imagined. She shut her eyes and snuggled in closer to him. “That’s what I do,” she muttered.

“This is what it was like last time,” he said. “We all thought we were going to die and suddenly everyone was exploring every romantic notion they ever had about their friends and acquaintances. We didn’t think we had anything left to lose, and we wound up with strange friendships and odd romances. It was a last shot at happiness.”

Hermione rolled on her side and put her hand over his heart. She wondered if he could feel her breath against his neck. “Is that why we feel this way?” she asked. “Are we just seeking some last positive memories before death?”

“Probably. Would you ever snuggle up to the great bat of the dungeons otherwise?” Snape sighed and checked his pocket watch. They still had another ten minutes until midnight.

Hermione bit her lip and shut her eyes as she breathed in the scent on his vest and shirt. He’d been brewing today… she could smell the herbal steam that had permeated the fabric of his clothes. “I don’t know,” she said. “My mind might have wandered a bit in class now and then,” she admitted.

“I can understand your desire to feel protected, Hermione,” Severus said, silkily, “but you do know that I’m too old for you, don’t you?”

Hermione cringed at the rejection. “How old are you, anyway?” she asked. “You don’t seem as old as Moony, even though you went to school together.”

“The Lycanthropy is taking a toll on his body,” Snape said, “But don’t let my apparent agility fool you - I take a potion for backache and my left knee throbs when it’s going to rain… I’m getting old.”

“You haven’t answered my question,” Hermione smirked. She nudged him in the ribs with her elbow a few times.

“Forty-nine,” he admitted.

Hermione pursed her lips and thought for a moment. “So you were nine years older than I am now when I was born.”

Snape sighed deeply. “Thanks. Now I feel even older than I did thirty seconds ago… and I feel like a dirty old man, now, too.”

“So you have been thinking about me… like that… then?” Hermione asked.

“Hm,” Snape chuckled. “Perhaps.”

“Why can’t you just say what you’re thinking?” Hermione grouched.

Snape could feel her gentle breath fluttering against his neck and he turned his head to press a gentle kiss against her lips. For a moment, Hermione was sure her heart stopped. Severus pulled back for a moment and looked her face over very carefully as if he were looking for signs of reluctance. When he saw none, he rolled over on top of her, took his weight on his elbows, and kissed her as gently and as deeply as he could.

Hermione sighed into his mouth and wrapped her arms around him as he threaded his long fingers through her hair to pull out the pins. She marveled at how sweet and warm his mouth was, and she shivered as he moved his lips down to the soft spot on her neck. She ran her hands gently along his back and savoured his moan as he arched up against him. Then he suddenly pulled away and stood up as the first of the pixies appeared in the meadow.

Hermione forced herself to breathe again and drew her wand as the first pixie attacked. “Stupefy!” she shouted as it gnashed it’s little fangs at her. It dropped to the ground and she stepped over it to meet the cloud of others who were racing toward her.

“Immobulus!” Snape said as he flicked his wand. The cloud of pixies froze in place and they glared at the dark wizard with their angry little eyes. “Get your jar, Hermione,” Snape instructed. Hermione pulled it from her bag and hurried over to her mentor. Snape moved her so she was standing in front of him and her placed his hand over hers to hold the jar up to the nearest pixie. He took her free hand in his and showed her how to tickle the nasty creature until it dropped its dust into the waiting jar. He repeated the action on two other pixies and then moved his hands to her shoulders as she worked.

Hermione felt her cheeks go hot as she worked. “I don’t want to go back to Grimmauld Place,” she said quietly. “I can’t breath there. Molly doesn’t let me do anything and Harry and Ron don’t want me around anymore. Ginny’s great, but she would never do anything like this with me.”

“Just be grateful that you don’t have to go back to the Dark Lord,” Snape chuckled, darkly. “I’d rather take on Molly any day.”

Hermione finished filling the jar and she turned around to face Snape. “I’m not going back there,” she said, firmly. “Well, I will tonight to get my books, but in the morning, I’m leaving.”

Snape raised an amused eyebrow. “And just where are you planning on going, Hermione?”

“To my secret place,” she said. “I’ll move in there and work on this potion like I should have done a long time ago.”

Snape shook his head. “Don’t leave your friends… you’ll need them soon.”

Hermione frowned. “Why? I have you.”

Snape spun her around and grabbed her shoulders. “Hermione,” he said, “You can’t depend on me for anything. The Dark Lord doesn’t trust me anymore, do you understand? I’m already on borrowed time.”

Hermione grabbed the front of his vest to keep him from pulling away. “Then come with me! You’ve done your part! You’ve served your time! You can still escape!”

Severus shook his head sadly and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “I will stay with the Dark Lord until my end,” he said. “Even the slightest details I can acquire might save lives. You escape, Hermione. Escape and live for us both.”

*****

Hermione trudged up the steps of 12 Grimmauld Place with a heavy heart. She was sure she’d never see Severus again. Mrs. Weasley was in the front hall in her pajamas and bathrobe. She did not look happy.

“Hermione!” Molly gasped as she walked in the door. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick!”

Hermione glanced at the hall clock. It was nearly two in the morning. “Sorry Molly,” she said. “I should have said something to you before I went out… it’s just… I’ve been thinking about everything you’ve said lately and you’re right… we should go to America. I’ve decided to leave in the morning.”

For a moment, Molly looked shocked, then relief flooded over the older witch’s features. She grabbed Hermione into a tight hug and said, “Oh, lovey, I’m so relieved!” Hermione hugged her back and marveled at how easy it had become to lie.
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