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When Duty Calls	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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News of the risqué note Hermione had read aloud in front of the sixth year DADA class and the sudden appearance of a very well-known red headed auror, had spread through students and faculty alike like wildfire. By the time dinner had rolled around there was not a soul in Hogwarts that didn't hear of the infamous class. No one tried to hide their stares as Snape and Hermione made their routine walk from the classroom to the Great Hall. Hermione could practically smell the smoke billowing from the students' ears as they tried to figure out if the rumors were true. The biggest rumor being the professor and young auror's illicit affair as mentioned in Jonesy and Majewski's confiscated note.
Most students seemed almost sad when they noticed the two's cold clinical interactions as they entered the Great Hall. Hermione was very pleased that Snape made it so easy for her to shut off her personal self and keep her hardened public persona in check. It helped that he was extremely careful not to touch her in the slightest; even his robes were kept from coming in contact with her. He never looked at her unless it was to say a snide remark.
A flash of flaming red hair sitting in Poppy's usual seat made her blood boil. She thought she had made it crystal clear that she wanted him nowhere near her. Minerva looked just as vexed as Hermione felt. Both women were knocked off kilter when Snape took a longer stride positioning himself slightly in front of Hermione. It didn't look like any of the students had noticed the subtle gesture. The cocky smile Ron had presented upon their arrival faltered at Snape's move.
Hermione wasn't sure exactly how she felt about the professor's gesture. Was the movement intentional just to get a rise out of Ron, or was this something a bit more personal? She decided on the former, not willing to acknowledge that the latter could be even remotely possible. Ron was putting on a show and his audience was enthralled by his presence. He stood as they approached the faculty table.
"Good evening, Professor." Ron said offering his hand. Snape took it grudgingly with a quick shake before taking his place by Slughorn.
"Well hello, beautiful." He smiled taking Hermione's hand and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. The collective swoon from the female students filled the hall. Hermione took a quick step back looking him up and down. A smug expression overtook Ron's face.
"It's nice to see the stinging jinx has worn off." She smiled politely walking past him to take her seat next to Minerva. Ron shook off her snide comment and sat to the other side of her.
"Hermione, I know you're upset with me." He began, watching as Hermione pointedly ignored him. "But you don't have to lower your standards."
Hermione huffed taking a sip of wine. "I'm well aware of that. Why else would I refuse your proposition?"
Ron ran a hand through his hair in irritation. This wasn't what he was expecting. The fact that she still refused to make eye contact made him stew, but it was the smirk from the dark professor a few seats away that finally broke him.
"Fine have it your way." He growled pushing back from the table. "Owl me when you've finally had enough of the crypt keeper." He stormed out without a backwards glance.
Hermione glared at his retreating figure. It was none of his business what she did in her personal life. He had made his comment loud enough that most of the staff turned to face her with shock clearly etched across their faces, all with the exception of Snape who growled as the red head took his leave.
"What in the name of Merlin was that all about?" Minerva asked with pursed lips.
"He's acting out like a spoilt brat because I refuse to take him back." Hermione sighed rubbing her temples.
Minerva cast a muffling charm around them and leaned forward. "So, is it true?" She asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Are you and Severus..."
"I don't kiss and tell." Hermione cut in with a smirk. Minerva rolled her eyes and chuckled softly. “He seems to be very smitten with you. I’ve never seen him get so ruffled over something he would deem ‘trivial’ any other time.”
Hermione stole a glance at the surly professor. He looked more irritated than usual as Slughorn prattled on in his ear. She couldn’t help but smile. There was something very endearing about his usual scowl.
Snape leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, and cut his eyes at Slughorn. The man never knew when to shut it. The professor suddenly became aware of Hermione’s eyes appraising him from a few seats down. He turned his head slightly, making eye contact just long enough to arch an eyebrow at her. A subtle pink flush crept up her neck. Her mind wandered back to their office romp making her body buzz with excitement.
When did he become so irresistible? Am I losing my mind? She fretted silently.
Minerva looked back and forth between the two and laughed. “If you two don’t stop making eyes at each other, people are really going to start questioning your sanity.”
“Making eyes? I think you are growing senile in your old age, my dearest friend.” Hermione said shaking her head. The young auror raised her wand and lifted the muffling charm before standing up to stretch. “I am exhausted.” She yawned.
An eagle owl soared through the great hall dropping a large parcel onto Hermione’s empty chair just as she took a step away from the table. It hooted loudly and perched itself on the back of the chair.
“Well hello there, Arnold.” Hermione said scratching his head. She took the roll of parchment attached to its foot and read it over quickly. Her brow furrowed.
“What is it now?” Snape growled from behind her, peering over her shoulder in an attempt to read the note.
She rolled the parchment back up, and turned her head to the side to throw an irritated look at the dark wizard. “It’s nothing you have to worry about, Professor.” She muttered putting the note in an inner pocket of her robes.
“Is everything okay?” Minerva asked as she stood up.
“It’s fine.” Hermione snapped. “I bid you a good night.”
Minerva stood rooted to the spot, watching the two sets of billowing black robes disappear into the corridor. Something wasn’t right. The headmistress sat back down, taking a large swig of wine. Whatever was in that letter couldn’t have been good news for the hardened auror to get so upset about.
Hermione reread the letter from Remus over a dozen times trying to let everything sink in. A group of Neo-Death Eaters were on the move not too far off from the Hogwart’s grounds, leaving death and destruction behind them. Two muggle-born ministry workers had been found dead not even a block away from the apparition point outside the forbidden forest.
The parcel contained all the paperwork and findings on this new development. Her breath caught as a photograph of two familiar women caught her eye, along with a coroner’s report attached to them. Merida Banks and Persephone Mills played a big part in Snape’s defense team years before. Thanks to their relentless research and grueling interrogations, the surly professor was cleared of all charges from the war.
Hermione sat in the middle of her and Snape’s shared bed with paperwork spread all around her. She was so involved in the chaos that she didn’t even notice the half naked wizard leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face.
“This is a bed, not a desk Miss Granger.” He drawled adjusting the towel around his hips.
Hermione smirked. “Is there really a difference?” She flicked her wand sending all the paperwork back into the box on her night stand.
Snape shook his head with a grin and walked over to the dresser. He peered over his shoulder to find the young auror deep in thought with a frown threatening the corners of her mouth. The urge to scoop her up in a tight embrace bubbled to the surface. The professor quickly pushed the notion from his mind and grabbed a black pair of pajama pants from the top drawer of the dresser.
Hermione smoothed her gray tank top down over her midsection as she stood to make her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her eyes filled with tears the moment she shut the door behind her. No matter how many times she had witnessed death or its aftermath, it still shook her to her core when it came to those she knew personally becoming the victims. This was getting out of hand. Whoever was after the professor was making it abundantly clear that this was only the beginning. A few tears escaped as she quickly brushed her teeth, trying to push the terrifying thoughts away. Who would be next?
Snape was already settled in bed with a book when she reentered the bedroom. She focused on her posture as she walked to her side of the bed with her face void of all emotions. He watched her from the corner of his eye as she gracefully slid between the sheets and extinguished the wall sconce closest to her with her wand. Snape followed suit and laid his book on his own nightstand before pulling the blankets up around his chest.
Snape was nodding off when he felt the bed begin to shake slightly. He rolled to his side peering over at the trembling witch next to him. Tears were streaming down her face when she rolled onto her back. She let out a scream as her body started to thrash about. Snape jumped onto his knees and shook her vigorously. “Hermione wake up! Wake up!” He hissed pinning an arm down as she tried to swing at him.
She let out another cry and moved to her side curling into a ball against Snape’s naked chest. Without a second thought, he threw an arm around her and pulled her closer to him. Her body relaxed and her breathing evened out. Within a few minutes her eyes fluttered open and looked up to see the professor's worried eyes staring back at her. He pushed a piece of hair away from her face and kissed her forehead.
"Thank you." She whispered, nuzzling her face into his neck before drifting back to sleep.
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