The Reluctant Detectives
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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30
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13,839
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Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Hermione had said nothing. Not a word. She kept eating, but now without conversation. When Severus had tried to make her speak again, she blatantly ignored him. It wasn’t until she had gotten up to go back over to her work area that he had enough of her silent treatment. He pulled her back over, sat her down, and made her look him in the eyes.
“Say what you must,” he told her. “You’re angry. Tell me what I said was wrong!”
She took a deep breath and said quietly, “It wasn’t. And that more than anything hurts even further than any lie you could have come up with.” Hermione took up his hand, holding it as she tried to gather her thoughts. “Ron and I not working wasn’t a shock. It wasn’t meant to be. But he blamed it all on me, did you know that?”
“No, I didn’t,” he replied, stroking his thumb over the back of her hand as if to encourage her to keep speaking.
She nodded. “He blamed me for his inability to pass his NEWTs the first three times, he blamed me for taking the spot light away from him by helping everyone that I did by being a ‘fucking know it all’, and he even blamed me for him unable to remain faithful.” She swallowed thickly. “By the time it ended I had enough of his bullshit. I was happy when I saw that he got married. I just hope he doesn’t treat her like he did me.”
“And Harry?”
Her head dropped a bit more and knew he had discovered the center of her upset.
“He is a good boy,” she whispered. “But if he ever wants to be a man, he must pull that thick head of his out of his ass.”
This had the former potions master snorting with laughter. Severus did something that she never thought he would do. He picked her up and put her into his lap, rocking her as he murmured to her.
“You, my dear imp, definitely have your head on right,” he told her, rubbing her back. “But tell me, why aren’t you doing anything more than taking classes that you are more than likely qualified to teach?”
“I heard about some new advances in potions that they were teaching,” she told him. “And one can never know too much about spells.”
“And the third class? Why would you want to learn about bees in the 1930’s and 1940’s? Aren’t they the same as they are now?”
“No, those are a type of movie…” But then something occurred to her. “You know what classes I’m taking in university?”
He cleared his throat, uncomfortable with where the conversation was heading. “Minerva may have mentioned something about it.”
Accepting his answer, she murmured, “Severus?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m bored all the time,” she whispered. “It’s a dreadful ennui. I was able to write all my papers and send them into the professors in three hours. I’m bored, I’m tired, and I’m alone.” Hermione reached out and stroked his face. “I’m sorry I said what I did about your friends.”
“You were correct in your assessment,” he told her. “There is nothing to be sorry for.”
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know what to do. It’s like fighting my way through tar.” She sighed.
“Have you been feeling lethargic?”
She lifted her head and answered, “There are times I can’t function because of it.”
“Have you been to speak to someone over in St. Mungos?”
She flushed. “I tried. Instead of getting the help, they gave me the hero’s tour. Showing me all the people I assisted.” Hermione sighed. “For all the good it did me.”
“Oh little love,” he murmured, kissing her temple. “I want you to remember something very important.” He tilted her face up to look into her eyes. “Whatever goes on between us, you can come and talk to me.”
Hermione reached up and stroked his face with her knuckles. She sat up straighter kissing his mouth gently, but not as a preamble to sex. It was sweet and more tender than anything that Severus had ever experienced before. His long fingered hands went to her face, caressing her fine features as he continued the kiss. She ended it, pulling back just slightly so that her face was still touching his.
“You taste better than you have a right to,” she breathed, against his mouth and captured his lower lip with a slightly stinging tug of her teeth. She then soothed it with a small catlike lapping of her tongue. “Thank you.” She leaned forward, rubbing her nose against his. “Hmm, I find myself craving black licorice.” Licking her lips, she got up from his lap and walked away.
Severus watched the gentle sway of her hips as she strolled away from him. He wanted to grab her up and take her over to his bed to have his way with her. But at the moment the last thing she needed was a horny old man doing so.
Though Merlin knows he wished that wasn’t the case.
A chirping sound caught his attention. Looking around he found a small electronic device that had writing on the face of it. He picked it up and took a closer look at it. It was easy enough to figure out the device itself, but why would Ron Weasley of all people be calling Hermione?
He thought over taking the phone over to her. But dealing with that dolt might be the last thing she needed at the moment. After a minor debate with himself about the merits of answering a telephone at all never mind that it wasn’t his to answer, he figured out how to do just that.
He put the phone to his ear, but before he could say anything Ronald Weasley charged forth.
“Hermione, I know you want to be the biggest and best at everything, but must you go into a field you know nothing about? Must you be a bloody know it all auror as well?” When no one answered him he went on with, “Well?”
“Mr. Weasley, how utterly asinine of you to be calling Miss Granger when it is clear that you only have yourself to blame for any and all of your own short comings.” Severus could hear the young wizard’s gasp over the line. “Please do tell me that you are a better auror than you were a student least I will fear for the future safety of the wizarding world.”
“You can’t talk to me like that!” he exclaimed.
“You listen to me, you obsequious little shit,” he growled into the receiver. “I will rip your innards out through your throat keeping you alive so that I may torture you for hours there after if you call this number with any sort of idiotic temper tantrum again. Am I understood?”
He let out a screech and hung up the phone.
“Yes, I do believe he did,” Severus muttered as he put the phone back where he had found it and walked out of the room with a small, yet satisfied smile on his face.
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Hermione had said nothing. Not a word. She kept eating, but now without conversation. When Severus had tried to make her speak again, she blatantly ignored him. It wasn’t until she had gotten up to go back over to her work area that he had enough of her silent treatment. He pulled her back over, sat her down, and made her look him in the eyes.
“Say what you must,” he told her. “You’re angry. Tell me what I said was wrong!”
She took a deep breath and said quietly, “It wasn’t. And that more than anything hurts even further than any lie you could have come up with.” Hermione took up his hand, holding it as she tried to gather her thoughts. “Ron and I not working wasn’t a shock. It wasn’t meant to be. But he blamed it all on me, did you know that?”
“No, I didn’t,” he replied, stroking his thumb over the back of her hand as if to encourage her to keep speaking.
She nodded. “He blamed me for his inability to pass his NEWTs the first three times, he blamed me for taking the spot light away from him by helping everyone that I did by being a ‘fucking know it all’, and he even blamed me for him unable to remain faithful.” She swallowed thickly. “By the time it ended I had enough of his bullshit. I was happy when I saw that he got married. I just hope he doesn’t treat her like he did me.”
“And Harry?”
Her head dropped a bit more and knew he had discovered the center of her upset.
“He is a good boy,” she whispered. “But if he ever wants to be a man, he must pull that thick head of his out of his ass.”
This had the former potions master snorting with laughter. Severus did something that she never thought he would do. He picked her up and put her into his lap, rocking her as he murmured to her.
“You, my dear imp, definitely have your head on right,” he told her, rubbing her back. “But tell me, why aren’t you doing anything more than taking classes that you are more than likely qualified to teach?”
“I heard about some new advances in potions that they were teaching,” she told him. “And one can never know too much about spells.”
“And the third class? Why would you want to learn about bees in the 1930’s and 1940’s? Aren’t they the same as they are now?”
“No, those are a type of movie…” But then something occurred to her. “You know what classes I’m taking in university?”
He cleared his throat, uncomfortable with where the conversation was heading. “Minerva may have mentioned something about it.”
Accepting his answer, she murmured, “Severus?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m bored all the time,” she whispered. “It’s a dreadful ennui. I was able to write all my papers and send them into the professors in three hours. I’m bored, I’m tired, and I’m alone.” Hermione reached out and stroked his face. “I’m sorry I said what I did about your friends.”
“You were correct in your assessment,” he told her. “There is nothing to be sorry for.”
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know what to do. It’s like fighting my way through tar.” She sighed.
“Have you been feeling lethargic?”
She lifted her head and answered, “There are times I can’t function because of it.”
“Have you been to speak to someone over in St. Mungos?”
She flushed. “I tried. Instead of getting the help, they gave me the hero’s tour. Showing me all the people I assisted.” Hermione sighed. “For all the good it did me.”
“Oh little love,” he murmured, kissing her temple. “I want you to remember something very important.” He tilted her face up to look into her eyes. “Whatever goes on between us, you can come and talk to me.”
Hermione reached up and stroked his face with her knuckles. She sat up straighter kissing his mouth gently, but not as a preamble to sex. It was sweet and more tender than anything that Severus had ever experienced before. His long fingered hands went to her face, caressing her fine features as he continued the kiss. She ended it, pulling back just slightly so that her face was still touching his.
“You taste better than you have a right to,” she breathed, against his mouth and captured his lower lip with a slightly stinging tug of her teeth. She then soothed it with a small catlike lapping of her tongue. “Thank you.” She leaned forward, rubbing her nose against his. “Hmm, I find myself craving black licorice.” Licking her lips, she got up from his lap and walked away.
Severus watched the gentle sway of her hips as she strolled away from him. He wanted to grab her up and take her over to his bed to have his way with her. But at the moment the last thing she needed was a horny old man doing so.
Though Merlin knows he wished that wasn’t the case.
A chirping sound caught his attention. Looking around he found a small electronic device that had writing on the face of it. He picked it up and took a closer look at it. It was easy enough to figure out the device itself, but why would Ron Weasley of all people be calling Hermione?
He thought over taking the phone over to her. But dealing with that dolt might be the last thing she needed at the moment. After a minor debate with himself about the merits of answering a telephone at all never mind that it wasn’t his to answer, he figured out how to do just that.
He put the phone to his ear, but before he could say anything Ronald Weasley charged forth.
“Hermione, I know you want to be the biggest and best at everything, but must you go into a field you know nothing about? Must you be a bloody know it all auror as well?” When no one answered him he went on with, “Well?”
“Mr. Weasley, how utterly asinine of you to be calling Miss Granger when it is clear that you only have yourself to blame for any and all of your own short comings.” Severus could hear the young wizard’s gasp over the line. “Please do tell me that you are a better auror than you were a student least I will fear for the future safety of the wizarding world.”
“You can’t talk to me like that!” he exclaimed.
“You listen to me, you obsequious little shit,” he growled into the receiver. “I will rip your innards out through your throat keeping you alive so that I may torture you for hours there after if you call this number with any sort of idiotic temper tantrum again. Am I understood?”
He let out a screech and hung up the phone.
“Yes, I do believe he did,” Severus muttered as he put the phone back where he had found it and walked out of the room with a small, yet satisfied smile on his face.
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