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A Lesson in Loyalty	By : llorolalluvia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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…*~*J*~*…
She was late.
Severus Snape had been up all night brewing the potions he wasn’t going to entrust to Granger (not that he didn’t think she was capable of brewing them, but he sure wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction!) in an effort to keep his mind off of the problem at hand.
Draco Malfoy had always been a difficult child. His parents spoiled him completely rotten and it had always been Severus who had to put him back in line. This time, with Bellatrix out of Azkaban, Draco had no intentions of listening to his godfather. And he was trying to save the boys neck!
Since the start of the semester Severus had been trying to get Draco alone. Unfortunately, the little brat had chosen this moment to let his finer Slytherin tendencies kick in and had managed to evade his professor thus far. It didn’t help that the Potions Master had so many other concerns at the moment.
He heard the sound of a door quietly opening in the Potions classroom and immediately glanced at the clock only to be disappointed. At the end of their little venture the day before, Severus had told the girl to meet him today at 7 instead of the usual noon. He had been far too lenient letting her sleep in last week. But the little Know-it-All was stubborn, as evidenced by her arrival fifteen minutes ahead of time.
Severus smirked as he listened to her hesitant movements in the other room. As he had been brewing since the evening before, he was still in his private lab, which could be accessed from the classroom by going through the storeroom. He had even left both doors open in the off chance that she figured that out herself.
He supposed she must be feeling rather satisfied with herself for beating him to class. That would not do. Clearing his throat, he called out to her.
“In here, Granger.”
A moment later, a wide-eyed Hermione Granger stepped inside his private lab. One glance at her and he just about sent her back to her dorm to put on more appropriate clothing., but something in the back of his mind stopped him. She was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and some kind of sweatpants made of a material so thin he could see the outline of her panties.
Severus tore his eyes away from her at that thought. It was much too early in the morning to be noticing things like that. Why didn’t I send her back when I had the chance? Severus supposed it may have been the guilt for making her wake up so early, and then realized that that normally would have made him want to do it even more just to piss her off.
No. If he was honest with himself—and he generally was—he had wanted her to stay dressed that way for purely selfish reasons. It had been such a long time since he had wanted anything in life that he had not recognized the pull of temptation telling him to leave her that way for his own enjoyment.
“What is this place?” Granger asked him. Her voice was husky from lack of sleep and he found himself reacting to it. Damnit! What was it about this annoying little chit that kept affecting him this way?!
“This is my private lab,” he responded steadily.
“What are you working on?” she inquired excitedly as she came to stand beside him. He could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo and it was doing nothing to aid his concentration. She must have just gotten out of the shower. Severus had a sudden mental image of her naked body being drenched by a hot torrent of water and had to step closer to the table to keep her from seeing his arousal.
“This is Veritaserum after two weeks of brewing. The one under a stasis charm in the corner is Wolfsbane and I think you recognize the one simmering behind me.” Thankfully Granger left his side to look into the cauldron on the work bench against the wall. He heard her sharp intake of breath and knew she was wondering if he knew about their little potions experiment in their second year. “Was I giving you too much credit, Granger? Do you not recognize it, after all?” he mocked.
“It’s Polyjuice,” she answered immediately. He smirked. Gryffindors. All you had to do was wound their pride and you had them right in the palm of your hand.
Severus placed a stasis charm on the Veritaserum and turned to face the girl. That was a mistake. She was staring at the different lab equipment in glass cabinets with her hands on her hips. The t-shirt clung to her back from the dampness of her hair and the soft material of her pants showed off her plump little bum.
For a moment all he wanted in the entire world was to walk over to her and press his body to hers. He could just imagine the way her soft body would feel against his. After all, he had had her soft little body pressed against a wall not long ago.
Severus bit back a moan as he imagined what it would feel like to stick his hand into her hair and bend her over the table. Fuck! It was the lack of sleep, for sure. Not that he ever got a great deal of sleep. But obviously he had been neglecting himself and this was his body’s way of punishing him for it.
“Yes, well…” he heard himself saying as he turned away again to hide the large tent in the front of his trousers. “If you’re done staring, I have a long list of potions to be finished today. You may work in here. I trust you are capable of handling a few simple potions without me?” She made no sound as she moved to stand beside him, but the scent of her hair alerted him to her nearness. He felt himself tense in an effort to control any reaction. Part of him wanted to say something incredibly cruel just to punish her for making him feel like this.
“Yes, Professor,” she said at last. “I’m sure I can handle these.” Without another word, Severus swept from the room, leaving through the classroom rather than the door that led to his personal chambers. She didn’t need to know about that connection yet. He was giving her far too much power as it was.

…*~*J*~*…
Hermione was determined to finish her professor’s order, but she was running on very little sleep and no sustenance to speak of. She had stayed up late the night before to work on homework—naturally—as she was already behind. That morning, she had taken a big risk by not wearing a uniform, or even jeans. But if he was going to insist she wake up so damned early, she was going to wear sweatpants. It was a Sunday, after all.
He hadn’t said anything to her, though. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed. He’d barely managed a glance in her direction for the entirety of the time he was there. She knew he was a busy man with many other concerns, and she was happy to help him out. But it still pissed her off a bit that he couldn’t manage a ‘thanks’ or even really acknowledge her. All of it would be worth it if he would just tell her that she did a good job.
But he would never tell her that.
She glanced at the clock and groaned. It was one o’clock. Lunch was definitely over. She had postponed leaving because she wasn’t sure if Professor Snape was going to return, but he had not been back yet. Hermione could kick herself for hoping he would.
She really should have gone to get lunch. By 1:30 she was swaying on her feet from dizziness and exhaustion. It seemed as if she might fall asleep standing there at the work bench. Lazily, she counted out a number of scarab beetles. She had to restart three times before she had managed to count them out correctly. Ever the cautious one, she recounted twice (quite an effort) before sweeping them into her hand to sprinkle into the cauldron.
As her hand came up above the cauldron, another hand closed sharply on her wrist. It was her professor; back at last and standing excruciatingly close behind her. In her shock, she let the beetles fall into the cauldron below.
It all happened at once. As soon as the beetles hit the surface of the potion, the entire cauldron exploded. Before this could happen, however, Snape had yanked her away and thrown both of them across the room. They landed with a crash against a bookshelf, Snape on top of her, and Hermione was only vaguely aware of his arm underneath her as they were clobbered by books.
Snape bore the brunt of it. When it was clear that no more books were going to fall, Hermione felt his body relax then immediately tense again, evidently with his late realization that he was on top of her. He quickly ripped away from her and set about cleaning up. Hermione groaned in pain and slowly made her way to her feet. She was grateful to him for shielding her, but damn… that man was heavier than he looked.
Snape sent the books back to their shelves with a wave of his wand and went to look at the remains of the cauldron.
“I’m sorry, Prof…” she began, but he interrupted her.
“You’re sorry?!” he yelled. “That careless mistake could have ruined my lab! You’re lucky it missed the Veritaserum. You’ve made this potion before, Granger! You know it calls for ground scarab beetles! How could you be so thoughtless!?”
“I’m sorry, Professor. I was just really tired. I wasn’t thinking…”
“That much is evident!” Hermione’s expression hardened.
“Sir, I have been here since seven o’clock this morning! I spent the evening doing the homework that I usually accomplish during the time that you have set aside for me to help you!” Severus Snape turned to glare at her and his voice was suddenly dangerously low.
“You dare, Miss Granger?” Hermione gulped involuntarily and took a step back. Powerful magic seemed to swirl around the room from the force of his glare. “Do not forget that I am your professor. And you are only my student.”
“Sorry, sir,” she managed. She knew she was out of line. This arrangement had been her idea, after all.
“Just think what might have happened if I had not been here. How am I going to let you brew alone if this is what happens?”
“It won’t happen again!” she promised.
“No,” he agreed. “It won’t.”

…*~*J*~*…
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