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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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J.K. Rowling , I�m making zip on this fanfic.

A/N: Now serving
lemonade�(just for Snape this chapter, but look out for the next!)

I couldn�t find the names of Hermione�s parents anywhere, so
I made them up � does anyone know what their names are? If so, please let me know� I�d really
appreciate it. Thanks!

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Severus Snape opened
his eyes into darkness. What had woken
him? It definitely hadn�t been Hermione,
as she�d been blocked from his dreams for roughly a year now. He didn�t think it had been a nightmare,
either; usually he woke clutching either
his shoulder or the Dark Mark on his arm when he experienced a bad dream. What had it been? He rolled over onto his side and as he
glimpsed the clock, there it was:
Hermione had been eighteen for five minutes. Smiling, he shifted onto his back and sent
his mind out to her � she was fast asleep, dreaming about chasing garden gnomes
with Crookshanks across the Weasleys lawn.
Why anyone would dream about a de-gnoming was beyond him, and he
resolved to give her something much better to dream of, sending her thoughts of
what he would be doing with her that evening.
Not minding that it was now 1:00 a.m., he got out of his bed and made
his way to the shower. He had a lot to
plan for, and wanted to be ready.

He turned on the water and stepped under the hot spray,
soaping his muscular body thoroughly. As
he stood under the relaxing jets, he imagined that it was Hermione in the
shower with him washing his body. He
firmly repressed the guilt that inevitably wafted up out of the ether � she was
old enough by at least an hour, and he was done tiptoeing about the age issue that
had plagued him for two years. Oh, Hermione. His fingers curled around his erect, aching
member and he leaned against the back of the shower stroking himself while the
water beat a tattoo on his flat stomach.
It had been way too long since he had been able to do this, he thought
as his hand moved up and down with ever-increasing speed. He pictured Hermione getting down on her
knees in front of him parting her lips invitingly, and he felt his testicles
begin to draw up tightly against his body.
He saw her crawl closer, licking her lips and looking up at him through
her lashes � it was too much, and he closed his eyes tightly as he came hard,
imagining his creamy seed spurting into her mouth as she struggled to swallow
all of it. He panted as the last tremors
subsided, suddenly very thirsty despite all the water cascading down on
him. Rinsing off quickly, he walked out
to get some water, still naked and dripping.
He padded over to the glass doors that opened out to the balcony and
slipped through, sipping the liquid slowly and looking out into the night. It was rather warm, and he let the breeze dry
his nude body as he thought about the upcoming evening. After
the famine, a feast, he thought wickedly.

He would need more massage oil after he brought her back
here, and probably a few more pillows and warm covers than he already had � he
wanted to make sure she enjoyed every second of her deflowering. More food was needed, something to keep their
energy up after long bouts of lovemaking, and good champagne. He wondered whether there was anything else
she would require�clothes, most likely.
Severus wasn�t about to let her do �the walk of shame� in the same
clothes she left her parents� house with. He grinned and slipped back inside
with an idea. Two minutes later, an owl
soared away over the rooftops with a letter addressed to Wanda and Stephen
Granger� it would be left underneath their door where they would discover it as
soon as they woke. He didn�t feel like
waiting any longer for the shops to open, so wrote down a list of the items he
would need and the details of his dinner reservations, and sent it with another
owl to the 24-Hour Wizard�s Supply store with instructions to take the gold
from his own vault, plus a large tip for the witch who would select the items
for him. He had used the Wizard�s Supply
before to get various potions ingredients he needed in a hurry, and they were
extremely discreet � the more so if you happened to leave them a sizable tip,
which Severus was always careful to do.

As the sun was coming
up, he was carefully selecting his clothes for the evening � he planned on
taking her to a fancy Muggle restaurant where there was a large dance floor (he
had noticed that she knew how to dance at the Yule Ball he had the misfortune
to be chaperoning) and then for a walk along the Thames. And after that, he would bring her hear and
begin indoctrinating her into the mysteries that lay between the sheets. And on top of them. And against the wall, and on the floor, and�
he jerked his mind back to what he would wear, noting that his penis was at
stiff attention again. He picked out a
black suit, a dark silver long-sleeved shirt, and a tie in Slytherin colors and
laid the pile of clothes in a chair, hanging the suit up to keep it from
wrinkling. He pulled on black drawstring
pants and a thin, cream-colored shirt with sleeves just long enough to hide the
Dark Mark. He still retained the
stubborn erection which was steadily growing more uncomfortable, and he finally
sighed, getting a silk handkerchief out of his robes. He folded it over his hard-on and thrust into
it until he threw his head back and groaned, emptying his loins. That was going to be damned inconvenient if
it happened during dinner.

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Hermione woke from some decidedly delectable dreams
containing Severus and she was just considering getting up when she felt the
bond quiver with the delicious aftershocks that only happened when her
professor experienced an orgasm. What on earth is that man doing? She giggled � she guessed that she wasn�t the
only one able to celebrate today. She
ran down to breakfast and found her parents reading a letter at the table, a
small black owl shifting from foot to foot beside the discarded envelope. �Oh! What an adorable owl � who�s it from?�
she said brightly, petting the tiny thing so it hooted in pleasure and moved
closer.

Stephen Granger looked up at his daughter. �A �Professor Snape�. Teacher of yours?�

She choked on her mouthful of juice. �Ummm, yes.
He�s Head of Slytherin.�

�Well, it says here that he had previously requested your
presence on �a matter of some urgency� that would require you travel into London and stay until
school starts up again. Your professor
says that he had asked you about it and you had not gotten back to him about it
although you said you would be amenable.
You weren�t trying to back out on a promise made to a teacher, were
you?� Her mother�s eyes bored into her
like augers and Hermione gulped.

�Well, I � umm, you see, the fact is th-�

Her father gave her a stern look. �If you told him you would do this, then I
expect you to follow through. Professor
Snape says it has to do with research that he cannot do without your presence,
and I know it�s your birthday, but you must be trustworthy.�

Hermione drew on reserves of strength she hadn�t known were
there so she could keep her expression smooth.
�Yes, dad, of course I�ll do it. I would never make a promise and not
come through on it.� After further
questioning about what kind of research they were to do - Hermione very
innocently answered that he had been having trouble with his wand lately and he
thought she might be the only one who could help him� she opened her presents
and asked if she could go see Ginny for a few hours until she was due to meet
the professor. �I�ll just have him meet
me in Diagon Alley, I can get there from the Weasleys.� Taking the owl with her upstairs, she wrote
out her message.

Dear Severus,

You sly old
sneak! It took Mum and Dad about three
seconds to decide that I need to keep promises, even today - they have no idea
what kind of research we will be conducting, but as it is MY birthday, I get to
�research� first. So, I�ll be meeting
you in Diagon Alley�just ask for me at The Leaky Cauldron.

Love,

Hermione

She sent the little owl back to its master, tying a few
biscuits around its neck for being so patient.
It hooted its thanks and nibbled her ear affectionately before it winged
its way out of the window and across the rooftops. She wondered briefly if the tiny thing was
Severus� familiar but quickly decided that it was simply too cute and sweet. He probably had a harpy to cart letters
around for him, she thought with a smile.

An hour later, she had packed a few things including the
dress she intended to wear and the bottles of oil that had so intrigued
Severus. She flooed over to the Weasleys
(she had paid to have their fireplace connected at all times) where Ginny was
waiting for her and immediately demanded to see what she was planning on
wearing. She opened the presents the
Weasleys had given her � this year she received an enchanted diary that would
bite anyone attempting to read her secrets (she doubted very much if Molly knew
about that characteristic, and
suspected that Arthur had gotten it in a raid.
She thought it hilarious and made sure to thank them properly.) and the
twins had sent her more Wizard Wheezes that weren�t out on the market yet. Ron gave her a homework planner that screamed
loudly whenever she opened it to the �Potions� section�typical. Ginny announced that she needed to accompany
Hermione to �town� to allow her to select her gift herself, and they were
allowed to Floo to Diagon Alley.

Hermione brought her bag along and dropped it off in The
Leaky Cauldron with the hunch-backed Tom after telling him they would be back
in a few hours. They spent the rest of
the day excitedly discussing Hermione�s �Big Night� and searching for the
perfect lingerie, which was to be Ginny�s birthday present to her friend. They finally found a store called �Witchy
Woman� which had an assortment of lacy underthings. Hermione vetoed a pair of crotchless panties
and the cup-less bra that Ginny laughed over.
A heavily made up saleswitch shimmied over and asked if they needed help
after the fifth time the pair doubled over laughing at something.

�Well, yes, actually,� said Ginny, �My friend here has a
�special night� tonight, if you know what I mean? We need to find her something really nice in
Slytherin colors, if you have anything.�
She smiled at the consternation on Hermione�s face. �Oh, don�t fuss! You know he likes to see you in his House
colors, and they do look great on
you.�

The saleswitch looked Hermione up and down
appraisingly. �Out to snare a Slytherin,
are we? Hmmmmm�. Does he prefer garters
or just normal hose?�

Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair. �Ummm, I don�t know yet,� she whispered,
causing the older woman�s eyebrows to rise.

�Well, no worry. Most
wizards don�t really care that much, but I�ve known a Slytherin or two� Or two-hundred,
said Hermione to herself �who appreciated garters�they�re quite sexy and
make for less to remove. Come with me, I
have just the thing for you, dear,� said the saleswitch, imperiously gesturing
with an impossibly long red talon.
Hermione looked to Ginny for help, but her friend only smirked and waved
her onward. In short order, Hermione was
herded back outside to confront Ginny, dressed in silver and green thong
panties with matching garter belt clipped to shimmering silver panty hose, and
an embroidered silver and green bustier.
The saleswitch crossed her arms in satisfaction as Ginny goggled at her
best friend.

�Wow, Hermione! That
looks great, except maybe the bustier.
D�you have any really skimpy bras that would match with that�you know,
so it looks like she�ll pop out of it any second?� As Hermione opened her mouth
in outrage (she was not popping out
of anything until she was good and ready for it) Ginny grinned at her. �It�ll drive poor Severus so wild to see you
almost coming out of your gown, I give your virginity about ten seconds after
he comes to pick you up.� The
saleswitch�s eyebrows almost shot off her face, they rose so high.

�I most certainly do have a matching bra,� she cooed
approvingly at Ginny, who grinned and reached for the bill. They ran back to The Leaky Cauldron and
cajoled old Tom to let them borrow a room to get Hermione ready for a date � he
looked somewhat askance at the �Witchy Woman� bag as he agreed � and they got
her all strapped back up in the lingerie.
Hermione made sure to wear the silver necklace he had given her for her
last birthday and slipped into her green gown carefully while Ginny used her
wand and performed elaborate passes over her hair, which obediently rose into
an elegant up-do. She hurriedly
Transfigured her ordinary hoop earrings into tiny emeralds and then Ginny
helped her put on the pair of sky-high heels she had been practicing walking
and dancing in for the last two weeks.

�Oh, look, it�s almost six,� Hermione suddenly cried in
distress. Even though she had looked
forward to this day for the past two years, she was now extremely nervous �
what if she was so horrible in bed that Severus never wanted to see her
again? What if he was so horrible that she never wanted to see him again? She blurted this aloud to Ginny, who gave her
a reassuring hug and told her she was being ridiculous. But she did pull a small ring out of her pocket
and hand it to Hermione.

�Here. Put this on your pinky. If you run into something you can�t handle,
just touch it your thumb like so� she demonstrated quickly �and it will tune
into me. I�ll be able to �see� and hear
you, and I can send an owl or something immediately to interrupt whatever it is
that he�s doing that you don�t like.
It�s sort of like a Muggle �date escape� call, except I don�t have a
cell phone, and it�s not like you could hide one when you get down to your
knickers.� She seized Hermione in
another hug. �It�ll be okay. You love him, and he loves you. Now go get busy, I hear Tom calling you. Walk you down?�

Hermione snuffled a moment, then smiled. �I love you, Ginny � you�re such a good
friend.� They walked arm-in-arm down the
stairs and out into the now-crowded bar.
She looked around and finally spotted him�he was easily the tallest man
there, and the other patrons eyed him warily.
He was finely dressed in a black suit, a silver shirt and a tie in
Slytherin colors. Well, we will certainly match, she said to herself. His eyes widened slightly as they fell on
her, and he automatically reached towards her, bringing her hand to his lips
for a kiss. �Hello, Severus�you remember
my friend Ginny, of course?�

Severus tore his eyes away from her and looked over at
Ginny, kissing her hand as well. �Of
course�how could I forget the young Gryffindor who gifted my lady with such
questionable items on her last birthday?�
He smiled at the youngest Weasley, who turned a furious red. �I expect this
birthday has been no different,� he drawled, and was delighted to see her
further discomfited.

�Umm, nice to see you, sir,� she stammered.

�You may call me Severus, Ginny. I have the nagging feeling that you know much
more about me than even I do,� he teased lightly and saw Hermione�s
smile. �If you�ll excuse us,
Ginny�please tell Arthur that I will indeed stop by and take a look at that
cabinet that�s been giving him so much trouble, if you wouldn�t mind?� She regained her composure and nodded, still
a bit shy around the imposing Potions Master.
Giving Hermione a farewell hug, she went to Floo back to the Burrow,
where she could watch for any distress calls from her friend.

He reached out for Hermione again, holding her at arm�s
length so he could admire her. �You look
extraordinary�so beautiful,� he breathed appreciatively and she couldn�t keep
from preening a bit. He pulled her
towards him gently so he could go for a kiss, but stopped dead when he noticed
that all activity in the tavern had ceased � everyone was watching them. �Well, let�s get on with our evening, shall
we..?� He placed her cloak around her
bare shoulders and escorted her out with a hand on her waist.

She smiled as he guided her to a horse-drawn carriage and
lifted her inside, climbing up beside it and nodding to the driver. They were on their way. She looked up at the wizard beside her and
found his eyes on her, as if he couldn�t bear to look anywhere else. �Severus,� she sighed, and reached up to
him. He met her halfway and pressed his
lips to hers in a scorching kiss that left her breathless and aching. Their tongues twined together sensuously and
she could faintly taste the smoky flavor of Ogden�s in his mouth. Severus
Snape! Have you been drinking? She
asked him via their bond, and heard his low, sexy laugh.

They don�t call it
�liquid courage� for nothing, my sweet.
He continued to kiss her slowly, feeling her arousal building.

You, former Death Eater
and object of terror for countless students, scared of a little eighteen year
old witch? She tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth playfully.

You�d best believe
it. We�d better be careful; I think
we�re getting close to our destination.
Mmmmm, don�t do that or
you�ll lose your virtue right here in the carriage with the driver as witness. He gave her a final quick kiss and sat up,
running his fingers through his hair and smirking when she whipped out her wand
to fix hers. He helped her down,
flipping some coins to the driver as he did so.
�Thank you; that will be all.�

Hermione looked around at the obviously very-expensive
restaurant in wonder. �It�s beautiful,
Severus. And�a Muggle restaurant?� she
glanced to him for confirmation and received a slight nod. She hadn�t known he
was that familiar with the Muggle world and, asking him about it, she heard the
tension in his voice when he said that she shouldn�t be surprised; he had
thought she had known he was a half-blood.
He gets the same tone in his voice
and look in his eyes whenever we practiced Occlumency together � it�s something
to do with his parents, she thought, careful not to let him hear. I�m getting to the bottom of this�but
later. I want to enjoy the night. She reached up to touch his cheek. �I wouldn�t care if you�d been half-basilisk,
Severus Snape. Although the two of you
share certain characteristics,� she teased gently and was relieved to see the
corners of his mouth twitch.

The meal was wonderful and her earlier fears drifted out of
her mind as she stared into her wizard�s dark eyes and felt his hand on hers.
He pulled her out to dance after their dinner was finished and they swept about
the floor elegantly � he was a surprisingly good dancer and she smiled up at
him. �I didn�t know you could dance, why
weren�t you dancing at the Yule Ball?� she accused.

�Didn�t have anyone I wanted
to dance with. Besides, how would that
have looked? Would have ruined my image
for good,� came the infuriating reply. He drew her close as the band began to play a
slow tune, and as she pressed willingly against him, he felt his cock stir for
the umpteenth time. Oh, no�I don�t need this
now. He prayed for the erection to
go away, but then Hermione made a small sound and looked up at him again with
an evil grin on her face.

�It looks like someone�s impatient,� she harassed and
purposely rubbed her stomach against him so that she could feel him thump
against her. He looked mortified and
began to draw away before she stopped him by saying, �I�m getting impatient as
well�can we go?� and shooting him her sexiest look from underneath her
lashes. He bowed to her gravely and told
her that her wish was his command, making her laugh.

Her fingers twined tightly with his as he led her out of the
restaurant swiftly. �Hold on to me,� he
murmured, and she hopped up into his arms as he Disapparated.
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