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The Headmaster's Wife	By : Mrs_HH Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 96752 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Tea and Hot Chocolate
Draco Malfoy was sat in his godfather's office awaiting his arrival. Severus was late. Twenty minutes to be precise. Of course, Draco had an inkling why and grinned as he thought of what Hermione could possibly be doing to detain him.
Just then, a house elf appeared with a tea tray which also contained Draco's favourite Muggle pink wafer biscuits. He smirked as he remembered back to when he was around four years old, and how a grumbling Severus would brush off the pink crumbs that clung to his frock coat after he'd munched and crunched his way through the illicit treat that his godfather often brought for him when he visited.
A minute later, Severus strode into his office looking remarkably relaxed. Unusually, his frock coat was undone and he had the distinctive air of a man who had recently rather enjoyed himself.
"Have fun, did we, Uncle Sev?" Draco asked knowingly.
Severus glared at him, instantly freezing Draco in his gaze before a slight smile appeared and he stated simply, "Yes."
"And what is the cause of your good mood doing at the moment?" Draco asked chuckling devilishly.
"She's in her library. Where else? You know, when I first showed her it I thought she was going to orgasm on the spot," Severus said absentmindedly. He liked being able to do things absentmindedly these days.
"Really? And what did she do when you first showed her the library?" Draco deadpanned, trying to not to laugh at the rather immature joke, of which he was actually quite proud.
Severus couldn't help himself: he laughed, and was somehow even more amused when Draco's expression turned to one of pure menace. "I'll tell you this now, Severus Snape. Hurt or upset her and you will have me to deal with."
Slightly taken aback by the blonde wizard's declaration, the headmaster considered this for a moment. He had to admit that Draco's self-centred and overly arrogant nature at school had been a great source of consternation, but recent events had caused the boy to mature considerably. Severus was, on the one hand, delighted with this development, but, on the other, he wished that it had not been caused by Draco having to witness things that no sixteen- or seventeen-year-old should ever have to see.
His response to Draco's not-so-veiled threat was met at first with a look of panic, followed by a sigh of relief.
"Your sentiment," Severus drawled silkily, "is admirable; even if it is an utterly ludicrous assumption that you could 'deal with' me. However, I am truly grateful that Hermione has you as her friend and confidant."
Draco gave his Uncle a watery smile. "I would do anything for her."
"So would I; however, I hope you'll leave certain things to me. To do otherwise could prove painful and severely reduce your reproductive opportunities due to the lack of breath in your body," Severus snarled, his voice dripping with light-hearted menace.
"Alright, you've made your point," Draco quipped, "but you might want to make sure that Father gets the message too.
Sighing, Severus realised that his suspicions had been confirmed. "Ah, I thought so."
"I'm sure he won't try anything now, though. He loves you too much to hurt you or her," Draco added more thoughtfully.
"I will admit that your father and I have been through much together, and we may share a familial regard for each other, but I would not go as far to say that he loves me."
Draco snorted mischievously. "Oh no, he loves you. He might not say it to your face, but from afar, Uncle, he's loved you for quite some time."
Severus was dumbfounded. "I am aware of your father's proclivities with regard to other wizards, but really? No...seriously no! God, no. Since when? Please tell me you're joking, Draco."
"Nope."
"Oh fuck, is that why he asked me to share your mother that night? I always thought it was because I was his best friend and he trusted me."
It was Draco's turn to stare wide-eyed at the person before him.
"Merlin, no!" Draco groaned. For years, he had been exposed to his parents' affairs, but never had he expected to hear anything like this.
"Thinking about it, he was watching me a little too intently," Severus mused distractedly before adding with more smugness than he perhaps intended, "but I always thought that was because I was―even though I say so myself―rather impressive that day."
"Oh please, no! Please tell me that you haven't fucked my mother. You're winding me up, aren't you?" he asked hopefully, before realisation hit him. "You're not joking are you?"
Severus simply shook his head whilst trying to look as regretful as possible, and failing miserably.
"I had a brief affair with your mother when I was nineteen. Your parents hadn't been married long, and...well, after a revel―which was fairly drug-fuelled―Narcissa and he invited me back to the manor. Seemingly, she had already informed your father that she wanted to engage in a threesome, and it was agreed that I was to be the invited party.
"It only happened on the one occasion. However, your mother and I conducted an affair for several months afterwards. I'm not proud of it. I am also not proud of the real meaning behind the words that I so often say to you."
Draco looked confused.
Severus cleared his throat. "There is more behind the words, 'Not since the day you were born, have I been so pleased to see you,' than just me a simple greeting," Severus admitted ruefully. Noticeably paling, the younger wizard stuttered, "You mean...you...you're not...you're not my..."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Draco, if you would care to admire yourself in the mirror, you would note that―mercifully―you look more and more like Lucius every day. However, when your mother discovered that she was pregnant, there was a certain ambiguity regarding who had fathered the child.
"I will admit that the moment I saw your blond hair, I breathed one hell of a sigh of relief. After Narcissa had informed me of the possibility that I was the father, I lived in dread―for more than the usual reasons―for the next seven months."
"And yet as relieved as I was when I saw you delivered―I hope if you ever become a godfather you won't be subjected to the birth―I felt a little disconsolate. Part of me wanted you to be mine, but it would have been a disaster for your mother and I had you been. However, that part of me has remained. You are the closest I have ever been to possibly being a father, and if Albus had not already asked me to kill him, I would have killed him to protect you with or without a vow or bond."
Draco stared at his godfather incredulously but looked away quickly when he felt his lip quiver and his eyes sting with tears that he begged not to fall. He'd come to Severus for advice and to make a request, and yet the surprising course that their conversation had taken had come as quite an emotional shock for the two Slytherins, but that was nothing compared to the confession that Draco found spilling from him.
"I often wished that you were my father," the blond wizard confessed quietly. "At least you wouldn't have subjected me to some of the things that I've had to face."
It was then that Draco broke down. Severus was slightly taken aback by how easily the younger wizard had capitulated to his emotions, and a nagging anxiety entered his mind. It was enough of a concern that Severus instinctively stood up and knelt in front of him, pulling the sobbing boy to him.
"Things would certainly have been different if I had been your father. I'd be dead, for a start. I would certainly have tried to keep you from everything that you befell you, but, in fairness, your father tried, too."
Draco rolled his eyes and huffed. "Well, he cocked that up."
"I cannot disagree with you, but that does not mean he didn't try."
"At least you tried to protect me."
"Yes, I did try and I could have protected you further if you hadn't been such an arrogant, ungrateful dunderhead who refused my help on more than one occasion. I suppose I could have turned my back on you, but that was never going to happen because I...this is not easy for me to say...because from the moment you were born, I've loved you. I will, of course, deny that those words ever left my lips."
"Of course," Draco snorted before he descended into another sob as he tried to voice what he wanted to say. "All I ever wanted was a dad like everyone else had, and I always remembered how you used to be with me when I was little. You were my idea of what a dad should be."
"Don't be ridiculous," Severus blustered, hoping that his voice had not been impaired by the lump that had formed in his throat. The emotional goings-on of the last few days―yes, it really had only been a few days―were beginning to take their toll, and when the headmaster looked up at the portrait of his predecessor, he saw Albus dabbing his eyes.
The last thing Severus needed was for this to become any more sentimental than it already was, and shook his head at Dumbledore and mouthed, "stop it," whilst he continued to console his blubbering godson.
After a few moments, Draco stilled. "I'm sorry my birth was so traumatising," he chuckled between sniffs.
Severus snorted softly. "It was nevertheless a privilege to witness, even though I swore at the time 'never again.'
"I think 'Mione would have something to say about that."
"Don't you start!" the headmaster cautioned glibly before chivvying the conversation along. "Now, you came here for a reason, and I very much doubt this was it, so what can I do for you?"
Draco wiped his eyes and observed his godfather. Severus was still kneeling on the floor, but he was sat back on his heels; his back perfectly straight and his hands flat on his thighs. Draco looked at him. "She's the best thing that has ever happened to you, Uncle Sev."
"What makes you say that?" Severus asked quizzically.
"Your body language. You haven't got your arms crossed," Draco noted smiling.
"I would, once again, agree with you," Severus said quietly, standing to pour the tea which had been somewhat neglected. Then returning to his usual sardonic tone, he encouraged Draco to divulge the reason for his visit.
"I expect you already know, because knowing Hermione, she'll have told you accidentally and then told you not to give the game away," Draco babbled nervously, accepting the cup and saucer that was offered to him.
"I can assure you that I don't know what you are talking about," Severus said coolly as he sat down opposite his godson, his impassive mask giving nothing away.
"Fine; have it your way," Draco huffed, knowing full well that Hermione had let the cat out of the bag, and Severus was covering for her. "Well, I wanted to ask your advice and make a request," Draco categorically stated.
"I am always at your disposal for dishing out useless pieces of advice. Is your father aware of what it is you wish to discuss?" Severus smiled.
"No, and that is partly why I need advice," Draco informed him quietly.
"Go on," Severus drawled.
"I've met someone and, well, it's quite serious."
"I am pleased for you."
"Thanks, but you see, he is a Muggle, and I know Father may have changed his views towards Muggleborns―well, at least towards Hermione―but I don't know if me seeing a Muggle and a man is going too far for him." Draco bit his bottom lip, his eyes darting whilst he ran his fingers through his hair.
Severus considered this. "Given your father's proclivities, I cannot see that you falling for a man would be an issue. As for him being a Muggle, I am not in a position to comment because I am unsure if Lucius' position on the matter has changed."
Draco's brow furrowed. He'd hoped that his godfather could have provided some answers to help ease his mind. He wanted his relationship to be recognised by his father, but secretly hoped that Severus would once again agree to take on his role as emissary and deliver the news to his father for him.
"How serious is serious?" Severus asked cautiously, noticing how skittish his godson seemed to be.
Draco chewed the inside of his cheek. "I love him. He knows I'm a wizard and he really wants to meet you and Hermione, especially after this morning," he chuckled nervously.
"It must indeed be serious if you have already divulged the fact that you are a wizard. Where did you meet this boyfriend of yours and does he have a name?"
"Oh, yes, of course. His name's Adrian. He's twenty-one and so different from anyone else I know. After Hermione and I had become friends, I ventured into Muggle London more often―sometimes on my own. I met Adrian in a bar, and we got talking, and...well, the rest is history.
"I still fancy girls," Draco was quick to add before a light blush tainted his pale cheeks as he admitted, "but Ady's really special. He's just completely blown me away."
Severus narrowed his eyes; his expression full of concern. "Draco, as you know, I am quite partial to playing devil's advocate, but after everything you've been through, are you sure that you're not just attracted to the difference rather than him as a person."
The blond went to protest, but the older wizard gestured that he had not yet finished making his point. "I do not mean to question your feelings, but please hear me out. I loved Lily. I loved her because she was different from anyone else I knew. She listened to me and allowed me to be myself―at least, for a while, even if she did disapprove of some of my friends and interests. And then I messed everything up. I called her a Mudblood and I lost her. I respected her request to stay away, but I didn't stop loving her. However, when I look back, I realise that my regard for her was borne from all the good she represented to me rather than her as a person.
"And also consider this: wizard or not, you are a very wealthy young man. Can you to be sure that Adrian wants you the way you want him?"
The blush that had formerly graced Draco's cheeks was now a livid red as he became incensed by Severus' suggestion. "Are you calling him a gold digger?"
As calmly as ever, the headmaster drawled nonchalantly, "I merely ask you to think about it and think about it carefully. You know that as things stand, in order for you to inherit your father's estates and title, you have to marry a pureblood witch. Now, following your father's defection and release―and to demonstrate his latest epiphany―he may be more inclined to change your family's Statute of Inheritance, but I expect he would only relent and widen your marrying choice to include half-blood witches. He may even include Muggleborns, but I cannot see him including wizards or Muggles of any gender.
"Your father may enjoy a cock occasionally, but there was never any question that he would marry a witch to secure his inheritance, and he will expect you to do the same. I have no doubt," he added quickly before Draco could speak, "that you could give everything up for the person you love, but my question to you is: would Adrian be happy for you to give it all up?"
Draco sighed. "We've never really talked about it. I don't know. I think, after everything, I could walk away from the money and the title and I would like to think that he could."
"As would I," Severus continued placidly. "I know these inheritance statutes are divisive. After all, only my firstborn son can inherit my estates as they stand. Any subsequent son or any daughters I have can go to hell as far as the family inheritance is concerned."
"'Mione won't stand for that," Draco snorted, a rueful smile gracing his lips.
"Knowing her, she would probably start a campaign to outlaw all ancient inheritance statutes," the headmaster mused, recalling all the staff meetings where he voiced his observation that Miss Granger was at her happiest when she was defending something that would require hell to freeze over before she succeeded. That didn't mean that he didn't admire her endeavours.
Draco laughed at his godfather's nonchalant delivery before his thoughts returned to the awkward situation that he found himself in.
Noticing the melancholy drift over the young man's face, Severus hesitated before he continued, knowing that what he had to say would be hard to hear.
"For Lucius, family, position, and power are his paramount concerns, and as long as you continue the Malfoy line, he would probably consent to Adrian becoming your official lover, but that would be hard on Adrian. Although this kind of arrangement is commonplace in the wizarding world, in the Muggle world this would be frowned upon. And I speak from personal experience here; loving someone and not being with them in the way that you want to be with them is one of the hardest things you can ever do. I've undergone many physical tortures, but emotional ones hurt far more.
"Personally, I am delighted that you have found someone―regardless of gender―but that is as positive as I can be. Perhaps if Adrian were a wizard, then maybe there would be more hope, but we've had wars over this, and your family has been firmly on the wrong side of the argument."
"But you―"
"―I am many things but I've never been a supremacist. I have always believed that our traditions should be upheld, but our world has suffered because of unsustainable ideals. As long as both parties agree to uphold our traditions and not deny or try to steer any children who show magical ability away from a magical education, then I see no reason why someone's blood status should prohibit a relationship. However, as we have already established, I am not your father, so my views are irrelevant."
Draco listened despondently, feeling his eyes prickle with unshed tears. "I know. I know you're fucking right, but I love him."
Severus felt that Draco did love this man on some level, but he also knew the younger wizard well enough to not be overly convinced that his love was an unconditional as Draco was trying to portray.
"I'm sure you do," he responded diplomatically. "Now is that all?"
Draco shifted awkwardly in his chair, trying to work out how best to ask his uncle for this highly irregular request. "Well, there was something else."
Severus had the feeling that he was not going to like the question that was about to come his way.
"I was wondering if Adrian could spend the weekends at Hogwarts. He'll take any oath we need him to, but I just don't want to go weeks without seeing him."
"Absolutely not," Severus replied softly, twisting his lips in consternation as he waited for Draco to erupt, but when all he was faced with was stunned silence, he continued. "It is has nothing to do with Adrian being a Muggle. In order to stay within these walls during term time, you must be connected to a student through blood, married to a member of staff, or on official business. Partners are not recognised. It is an elemental rule instituted by the Founders. If it were up to me, I would not have an issue with him staying as long as the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy is upheld by the two of you, but as a compromise, I can grant you weekend absences. My London apartment will be at your disposal should you have any issues with your father."
Draco was flabbergasted. He had not expected Severus to be so generous, but then had a disquieting thought. "So if Hermione had decided not to teach at the end of this year, or if the board didn't accept your relationship and she decided to take this job at the Ministry, then she couldn't live with you unless you married her?"
Severus' eyes flashed to his godson. He hadn't even thought about it, but technically Draco was correct. "No, she couldn't," Severus said, realising that he had to talk to Hermione about this quite urgently. "You don't know anything about this job that she mentioned, do you? We haven't managed to find time to discuss it yet."
"Well, stop snogging each other if you need more time to talk." Draco automatically flinched as he awaited the inevitable clip around the head, and was surprised when it didn't come.
"I can withdraw my offer, you know," Severus cautioned, arching an eyebrow. "Which department is it?"
Draco exhaled through his nose. "Thickie's. Says he needs a researcher."
Severus was taken aback. "Why would the Head of Magical Law Enforcement want a researcher? Mind you, he always has had a penchant for rather attractive secretaries, so...I just hope Hermione hasn't attracted another admirer. Actually, your father and I are meeting him for a drink this Thursday. I will investigate, and I will also speak to Hermione about it."
"Speaking of admirers, has she heard back from The Weasel, yet?" Draco asked carefully.
"No."
Atop of one of the bookshelves, Obsidian was sat preening himself. Hermione's letter had obviously been delivered and Severus' owl had returned as instructed without a reply.
"I suspect he will be drowning his sorrows by being balls deep in some witch, at the moment," Severus sneered, amused that he had Hermione and Weasley didn't. As if on cue, there was a flash of green flame, and Hermione came out of the fireplace looking incredibly frazzled.

"I only wish he was shagging someone else―oh, and sorry to interrupt. I've just had an owl from Ginny." Hermione walked over to Severus and thrust the parchment she was holding into his hand.
"Well, at least Arthur did the sensible thing and put an untraceable charm on all the owls," Severus muttered before noticing that Hermione was nervously chewing her fingers. Trying to reassure her, he said, "I don't believe the fuckwit would think to check."
Draco snorted derisively, knowing that Ron always overlooked what was right in front of him, but was snapped out of his reverie when he heard his godfather.
"Oh and Draco, thank Lucius for me for not revealing Hermione's whereabouts," Severus said sincerely.
Sitting forward, poised to hunt Weasley down, Draco asked, "What's happened?"
Hermione plonked herself down on the arm of Severus' chair. As much as she wanted to crawl into Severus' lap, she wasn't sure how welcome that would be given that they were in company―even if that company was Draco.
"Ron's gone nuts," Hermione sighed heavily. "He received my letter, went to The Burrow and started ranting at his parents and Ginny. He got himself so screwed up that he then stormed off to Grimmauld Place. Harry doesn't know that I'm here and assumed I would be at yours. Anyway, your father told him that I was with my new boyfriend and when Lucius refused to tell him any more, Ron started getting abusive, so your father hexed him. But whilst Ron was out, Arthur made sure Ron couldn't track any of the owls. Ginny said that he returned home in an even worse mood and has now locked himself in his room."
Severus took her hand in his. "I'll extend the wards around the castle tonight and shut down all the secret passages and external Floo connections. You'll be safe here. And if he is stupid enough to show up, then he's got to get past your new boyfriend―"
Can't we think of a better term...please?
Hermione snorted in his mind. Yeah...you're not exactly a 'boy,' are you?
"―and he's an evil bugger when he's pissed off," Severus continued, "and even worse when he's protecting you. Your safety is assured."
Severus stood before leaning down to kiss his witch on the forehead. "Why don't you ask Miss Weasley to come over this evening after dinner? I've got work to catch up on and I would be happier if you weren't on your own. Draco has a date, so he can't stay, unfortunately."
Dumbfounded, Draco exclaimed. "How do you know I've got a date?"
"You keep looking at your timepiece," Severus drawled, rolling his eyes at Hermione. In return, she gave him a devilishly cheeky grin, and it was this that made Severus determined not to work too late that night.
Blushing at being caught, Draco tried to brush his embarrassment off nonchalantly until he heard his godfather's drawl directed at him.
"Actually, Draco, why don't you call Ginevra when you get home?" Severus asked, slipping effortlessly into his Headmasterly voice which was not dissimilar to his usual teaching tone but somehow seemed even more authoritative and compelling. "Tell her that I have called an urgent meeting for all the Head Girls and Boys at eight o'clock this evening, but, in case of prying ears, emphasise that Hermione will not be here. Inform her that she should Floo to my office. I will then close the connection until she is ready to return home."
Having already admitted to Severus that his voice did things to her, Hermione found herself quite turned on by the authority which he was exuding, but was snapped out of her desire to show him just what affect he was having on her, when she realised that she needed to apologise to Draco.
"I meant to say, Draco, I'm so sorry I didn't introduce myself to Adrian...oh shit! Have you discussed this with Sev, yet?" she asked in a panic.
"Who's Adrian?" Severus deadpanned; his expression totally impassive except for an arched eyebrow. When she clapped her hand over her mouth in horror, he found it hard not to laugh.
Completely mortified, Hermione mumbled behind her hand, "Oh shit, Drakey. Me and my big mouth. I'm so sorry; I've put my foot in it again."
"Again?" asked Draco, pretending to be annoyed. "You mean...you've already told him, haven't you?"
Hermione's eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip nervously anticipating Draco's wrath. "I'm so sorry," she squeaked.
Draco's grey eyes gave nothing away before he delivered the words that had Hermione gasping at being pranked. "Yes, we've already discussed Ady."
"Oh, you bastards! I hate you!" Hermione yelled at both of them as the two wizards chuckled at how easily she fell for their ruse and her annoyance at being duped. She slapped the nearest of the two―which happened to be Severus―on the leg.
Given earlier events, Severus was keen to ensure that the orbs didn't interpret Hermione's words and actions negatively, and quickly interjected, "You don't really hate me, do you?"
"No, of course, I don't. You know I don't. Luckily for you, I love you," she told him coquettishly, standing to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Draco rolled his eyes as Severus' arm snaked around Hermione's waist and pulled her close.
"Get a room, please," he sighed before quirking his lips as his stern godfather leant down and planted a soft kiss to his witch's lips.
Hermione and Severus smiled against each other's lips before pulling apart, and as she wrapped her arms around his waist, Draco coughed to get their attention.
"I'm actually seeing Ady again on Thursday,'Mione. We're going out in Muggle London. Why don't you come?" he asked before adding, "After all, Uncle Sev's already going out, so―"
Looking up at Severus, Hermione interrupted, "Are you?"
"Well, yes. I'm meeting Lucius and Pius for a drink after work. I usually meet them in the Leaky Cauldron on a Thursday after work."
Draco found it hard to contain his amusement at the following exchange.
"Is that OK?" Severus asked apprehensively. "Sorry, I should have mentioned it before, but―"
Placing her hand on his chest, Hermione told him, "No, it's fine. You can go out."
"Are you sure?" Severus asked, unsure why he was seeking this confirmation.
"Yes!" she said patting his chest. "We can go to Diagon Alley together and then I'll go off with Draco to meet Adrian."
Rising from his chair, Draco walked towards to fireplace. "Well, I'm going home. I'll tell father you've been granted an official pass for Thursday. He'll be so pleased," he smirked.
It took a moment for Severus to realise what Draco had meant. "Don't you dare tell that snarky bastard anything of the sort," before he looked down at Hermione; a look of confusion on his face. "You didn't just give me a pass to go out, did you?"
There were many aspects of being in a relationship that Severus had never been able to comprehend, and he often found himself rolling his eyes at Lucius on the occasions when the blond said that he would have to check with Narcissa if he could go out. And here he was, not quite believing that he'd just done the very same.
Standing on tiptoes, a grinning Hermione pressed a quick kiss to her wizard's lips before she pulled away and headed towards the fireplace so that she could return to her rooms. Ignoring Severus' question, she winked at Draco slyly. "Are we having dinner in the Great Hall, Sev, or shall I order something up?"
"Order something up," Severus blustered, wanting a response to his question. "'Mione?" he called out just as she disappeared into the green flames.
"And you can shut up!" Severus snarled at Draco, who was chuckling lightly.
"You wouldn't have it any other way," Draco stated, tilting his head to one side and raising his eyebrows.
Severus sighed deeply. "No, I suppose not," he mused, chuckling to himself at the monumental change that had occurred in his life.
He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard Draco speaking again. "Uncle, thank you for everything, today. It means a lot."
The younger wizard swallowed down the lump in his throat as the black-haired man told him, "Please be careful, Draco. I do not wish you to get hurt."
Needing to change the subject and get out of Headmaster's office before he became overly emotional again, Draco said, "I'll call you later and let you know what the Weaslette says."
"If you would. I expect I'll see you on Thursday briefly," Severus told him as Draco confirmed that he would and disappeared into the flames.
Finding himself alone, save for the snores and muttering of his predecessors' portraits, Severus moved to his desk and scanned the organised chaos atop it before he sat down. Amongst the piles of parchment and tomes was a small frame which on occasion housed a small portrait of his grandmother when she wasn't residing at Snape Manor.
He had so much to do and yet all he could think about was Hermione. Of course, many of his thoughts revolved around all the things he wanted to do to her, but his mind also kept slipping to the future. Looking at his desk again, his attention turned to the solitary frame. Unless the Board relieved him of his position or the students threw him off the Astronomy Tower, in a few years, that frame would more than likely be joined by others.
Sitting down, with an amused smirk, he picked up a roll of parchment and began to read about the progress―or rather the lack of progress―on the restoration of the Gryffindor Tower.

When Severus walked into Hermione's rooms, he instinctively knew that she would be in her library, and sure enough, there she was curled up in an armchair engrossed in a volume about Leeching potions of all things. Bending down to kiss her forehead, he asked, "Anything interesting?"
She looked up and beamed at him. "Yes. I've been reading that some Leeching potions, especially in relation to poisons, need you to add a minuscule amount of the poison for―"
"―the poison to latch onto and enable it to be drawn out. Yes, I am aware of the process," Severus drawled.
"Quite! So I've had an idea, but I want to see what you think about it, and..."
She stopped talking when Severus put his finger over her lips. "The number of times I've wanted to do that to shut you up," he chuckled especially when his witch growled at him, and attempted to bite his finger. "Write it all down and we'll discuss your idea when your apprenticeship officially starts which, I believe, is not until the first of October," he told her, plucking the book from her hands, pulling her up from the chair and wrapping his arms around her. "Draco has just called me," he said softly, kissing Hermione's lips. "Ginevra will be arriving at eight o'clock. Will you tell her about our recent development?"
Hermione snorted at his turn of phrase. "Only if it's OK with you."
Brushing her hair over her shoulder, Severus affirmed, "Of course, it is. However, please impress upon her that her discretion is required. If possible, I would prefer not to formally announce our relationship until the Ministry Ball. I would like us to become much better acquainted before the press hears about and rip us to shreds."
"Ginny won't tell anyone. I had to keep quiet about her and Harry for ages so that Ron wouldn't find out about them so I know she'll do the same for us."
Nodding his understanding, Severus drew his bottom lip between his teeth before he asked, "Have you made a decision about your position as Senior Head Girl?"
"Actually, I have," Hermione said confidently. "I've decided to reluctantly relinquish the position, Headmaster. I would prefer to assist you."
"Would you, now? Well, perhaps there is a small matter you could assist me with later," he purred into her ear.
Hermione bit her bottom lip teasingly as she ran her hand up the front of his thigh. "I wouldn't call that a small matter, and perhaps you need some assistance now."
"Later, you sexy minx," Severus growled, pushing his fingers into her hair and lowering his lips to hers. He had to admit that there was something rather pleasant about being able to have kisses on tap.

Severus had begun to realise that having a relationship was pleasant for more reasons than the obvious. For the last two nights, he had shared his evening meal with someone, and everything seemed to taste so much better.
They discussed the strange events of the day and described their individual experiences of the orbs and the Lily form. They were both surprised by what they heard, but between them, they were beginning to piece together the mystery. Severus still needed to speak to Dumbledore about everything, but there was one aspect of the interference that their relationship was receiving that concerned them both.
"I feel like we can't have a row or disagreement without whatever it is getting uppity with us," Hermione groused despondently. "Not that I want us to have rows, but it's inevitable, isn't it?"
Severus snorted as visions of an irate Hermione came to mind. "I can guarantee that we will have more than a few rows," he agreed, taking a forkful of chicken.
"Well, I just don't think it's fair that we're being judged all the time," Hermione stated indignantly. "Whatever this is, it doesn't seem to have any concept of what a typical relationship is! I wonder if there's a way to summon it?" she mused distractedly stabbing a roast potato.
Severus' hand stilled halfway between the plate and his mouth. "Let us discover what we're dealing with before we start requesting audiences," Severus responded firmly before his fork finally arrived at its destination. "And I mean it, Hermione," he continued as he swallowed and picked up his wine glass. "Please do not allow your Gryffindor mind to come up with some harebrained scheme. This involves the two of us. As such, we will deal with this together."
Hermione's brow furrowed as she watched Severus take a sip of wine. When he carried on eating defiantly, she knew he was not going to discuss this further, so she huffed a frustrated, "I suppose," before she resumed eating.
Severus smirked as he dabbed his lips with his napkin and reached over, placing his hand on hers. "We will discover what is behind this, I promise. Now, tell me about this job that Pius is dangling in front of you."

"Do you have much work to do?" Hermione pouted, wrapping her arms around his neck as Severus was about to return to his office.
"Alas, I do. For very good reason, I have been most remiss over the last few days. I do not expect you to still be awake when I've finished. I will send Miss Weasley to you via the Floo and when she is ready to return home, send her back to my office."
Severus' fingers caressed her curls as he gave her a soft, chaste kiss. With his lips barely touching hers, he whispered, "Would it be terribly sentimental of me to say that I'll miss you?"
"Terribly," Hermione said breathlessly, deepening their kiss as her arms tightened around him.
Finally finding the willpower to pull back, Severus purred, "Permission to sleep in your bed tonight?"
Hermione giggled nervously and kissed him again. "Permission granted, but don't wear anything too sexy. I am just a woman, you know."
Severus chuckled deeply, recalling that he had said something similar to hear that morning. Planting a kiss to the top of her head, he told her, "I had noticed. Now, you know where I am, should you need me."
Hermione nodded and stole another quick kiss before Severus Disapparated to his office.

Severus was in his office looking particularly smug. He'd divested himself of his frock coat, and looked positively relaxed in his shirt sleeves and waistcoat. He'd poured himself a glass of wine, put on some music―a simple pleasure that for years he'd had to deny himself―and had his feet up on his desk whilst growling and rolling his eyes at various missives from the Ministry. He'd just Summoned his quill to scratch a few choice words, when a sudden green flash announced the arrival of a certain tall, red-headed witch.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, Headmaster," Ginny panted trying to regain her composure, "but my brother's been a nightmare, and I had trouble getting away."
It was then that the young witch looked around the office and saw that she and the Headmaster were the only occupants. With a furrowed brow and concerned tone, she asked, "Um, Headmaster, what's going on?"
"Miss Weasley there is no need to be alarmed. Apologies for the subterfuge but if you would like to take some Floo powder and say 'Hermione's rooms' you will be taken straight to Miss Granger," Severus informed her matter-of-factly.
Ginny looked at Professor Snape incredulously. "She's here? Oh, thank Merlin she's OK. Did you know she's split up with my brother?"
"I am aware."
"Of course, you must know if she's here. I'm glad she's come here, actually, because I doubt Ron would think to come here. Lord Malfoy told him that she was with her new boyfriend―whoever he is. I can't believe she's got a new man and not told me who he is. Do you know who her new boyfriend is? Draco wouldn't tell me, but he did say it's not him," Ginny continued animatedly.
Severus' deep sigh alerted Ginny to the fact that she was obviously babbling and she immediately stopped speaking.
"I think it would be better, Miss Weasley, if you asked 'Mione herself, don't you?" Severus drawled silkily.
Ginny felt herself go weak at the knees. Despite everything that had happened last year, she, too, found his voice rather beguiling, and she couldn't help but notice how much younger he was looking these days. She also noticed his more relaxed attire and couldn't help giving him a rather approving look.
"Of course, Headmaster," and as she stepped into the flames and called her destination she realised that he'd called Hermione by her pet name. "Hang on, you just called her..."

"...'Mione," Ginny completed her sentence as she stumbled out of the fireplace to see the person she considered to be her big sister sat on the sofa, nose in a book.
As the book thumped onto the velvet sofa, Hermione jumped up and threw her arms around Ginny, which the redhead certainly wasn't expecting. With an excited demeanour, the curly-haired witch began busily chattering. "God, I've got so much to tell you. Sit down. Can I get you anything? I gave the House Elves some tips today on how they could improve their hot chocolate recipe. Do you want some? Would you like a tour of my rooms?"
Ginny just stared at her friend, looking utterly bemused. She'd never seen Hermione act like this before. Utterly confused, she looked around the living room as Hermione wittered on and noticed two wine glasses on the coffee table. "Hermione, what the hell is going on and why did Professor Snape call you 'Mione?"
These questions stopped Hermione in her verbal tracks. "Oh...well...that can wait for now. Otherwise, I won't stop talking and―"
"―you're doing quite well at talking right now," Ginny interrupted, crossing her arms and awaiting a decent answer, but none was forthcoming as Hermione ignored her comment and started the grand tour of her chambers.

"Wow!" Ginny exclaimed, flopping onto the sofa, carefully watching Hermione as she sat down at the other end and turned to face her friend. "Your rooms are amazing. Are these the Senior Head Girl's rooms?"
Hermione shook her head as Missy arrived with a loud pop and delivered two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. "No, they're...look, it will take too long to explain. How are you? Seen Harry today?"
Ginny was perturbed by Hermione's evasiveness but decided to play along. "I did. Has he spoken to you about how worked up he's getting about his NEWTs and taking on Defence Against the Dark Arts? He's worried the role is still cursed. After all, Snape only lasted a year."
Cringing at Ginny's omission of Severus' professional title, Hermione sighed deeply. "Yes, but he only lasted a year because he became Headmaster. He didn't die or get jinxed in situ. Although I don't think he enjoyed being at the behest of Voldemort or having the Carrows around," Hermione said, knowing full well that he'd hated what he'd had to do last year.
"He's not the only one," Ginny muttered under her breath before continuing. "I've said this to him, but you know what he's like. The weird thing is that seemingly he will be sat at the staff table, and he'll be a Professor after Christmas. Can you imagine how hard it will be for me to be dating a professor?"
Hermione cleared her throat nervously, knowing that now was the perfect time to reveal her relationship with Severus. "Oh, I don't know. It's got to be far easier than what I'll have to cope with."
Bemused by this comment, Ginny took a sip of hot chocolate before asking, "What do you mean?"
"You've just got to worry about your boyfriend being a professor; my boyfriend is the Headmaster," Hermione admitted, observing Ginny's reaction carefully.
Ginny's reaction was to spray hot chocolate out into the air. "You and Sexy Sev?" she choked out; her eyes wide.
Hermione gasped. "What did you just call him? Don't let him hear you call him that! But yes, me and Sexy Sev," she chuckled nervously as Ginny sat there in stunned silence.
The older witch was about to speak again when her companion shrugged. "Well, I suppose I can't blame you. I mean, that voice, and fuck me, he was looking hot in a strange Snape kind of way when I just saw him. He looks so much younger and...well, yeah, I'm surprised, but after everything's that happened, I can't be shocked anymore. As long as you're happy, who cares who you're with. Anyway, I know you used to have a crush on him, and I reckon he'll make you happier than my twat of a brother ever could."
Realising her mouth was hanging open, Hermione quickly closed it. She'd expected a tirade of accusations and comments about him being too old for her, reminders of how he treated them at school and general derogatory drivel. She'd even planned and prepared an avid defence of Severus. However, what she hadn't planned for was the volley of questions that Ginny began to fire at her.
She didn't know how to respond to enquiries about when did they get together, how did they get together, is he a great kisser, what is he like in the sack, is he hung like a hippogriff as everyone suspects, is his body as hot as it looks, can he make her orgasm by just talking to her, what are his Dark Mark and scars like and is his entire wardrobe black? For once, Hermione was speechless.
As Ginny stopped to draw breath, Hermione managed to say, "We want to keep this quiet until the Ministry Ball. We're only telling people individually and we're getting people to take unbreakable vows if we can't trust them. I don't want to have to make you take one, Ginny."
"Oh, you daft bint. I'm not going to say anything to anyone. I won't even tell Harry, and don't worry about Ron; he won't hear it from me. I suppose Draco and Lord Malfoy know?" Ginny enquired.
"Yes, they know. Draco is fine about it. Lucius though...I'm not too sure. Just before Severus and I got together, Lucius asked me to accompany him to the Ministry Ball."
Ginny gasped. "Did he?" she asked, a disapproving look falling across her features.
"Of course, I said no," Hermione supplied, fiddling with her nails. "Well, actually I didn't say no, exactly, but I told him there was someone I wanted to ask and if he refused, then I would go with him. And then Severus and I started seeing each other―he was the one I wanted to ask―and he asked me."
The red-headed girl's brow furrowed. "And when was that?" Ginny asked, wondering how long her friend had been cheating on her brother, and with how many.
"Well, the simple answer is 'last night,' but it's actually quite complicated," Hermione admitted. "You see, it would appear that Severus and I have had feelings for each other for years."
"I know you had a bit of a crush on him, but―"
Hermione smirked. "I did, and I thought that was all it was. I would never have pursued it because, well, he was our teacher and I didn't even imagine that he would feel the same way. Anyway, you know all the things Severus did for us, but one thing I didn't know was that he performed a mind lock last year to keep his feelings for me away from Voldemort. But then since I saved him... look, it's really hard to explain how I've been feeling, and then yesterday it all came to a head. Neither of us knows why, but I do know that if he asked, I would say 'yes' to a few things."
Ginny snorted incredulously. "What so if he came in here now, got down on one knee and asked you to marry him, you'd say 'yes'?"
Shaking her head, Hermione giggled bashfully. "I was thinking more along the lines of him asking me to move in with him. Things are moving fast, but I can't see Severus asking me...well, I can, but not yet."
"But if he did?"
"I don't know...well, I do, but it's too soon to...yeah, alright, I would," she admitted. For some inexplicable reason, Hermione knew full well that there was not as much indecision about her response as she was letting on.
"Bloody hell, 'Mione," Ginny exclaimed. "I've been with Harry on and off for eighteen months and it's taken me that long to say 'yes'."
Hermione's brow furrowed and she quirked a quizzical eyebrow whilst watching a slight blush cross her friend's cheeks as she held up her left hand.
At first, there was nothing to be seen, until Hermione noticed a shimmer of magic on Ginny's ring finger, which revealed a beautiful emerald engagement ring.
Ginny struggled to stay seated upright as Hermione launched herself at the newly engaged witch and wrapped her arms around her. "Oh for the love of Merlin, Gin, when did this happen? Oh, I'm so happy for you," she said releasing the witch from her grasp.
"Last week," Ginny sighed before admitting, "we had a bit of a baby scare."
Hermione's face asked the question that Ginny was all too ready to answer. "No, I'm not pregnant." There was a distinct air of relief in the fiery-haired witch's voice before she continued. "But Harry said he wanted to ask me before I did a test so that I knew he was asking me because he wanted to ask me and not because there was a potential baby."
Relieved that she wasn't about to become an aunt any time soon, Hermione turned her attention to another cause of concern. "So why are you using a concealment charm?"
Sadness swept across the younger Gryffindor's face. "I don't think that Mum and Dad could cope with the thought of 'losing' me, at the moment. Mum is still really struggling over Fred, and Harry and I―well, me really―we thought it would be easier if we waited to tell them after I leave school."
Wanting to protest that this would mean that they would be engaged for nine months before Molly and Arthur found out, Hermione decided that now was not the best time to bring that up as Ginny wiped her eyes.
"How are things at home?" Hermione asked, feeling guilty that she hadn't been to The Burrow much since turning down Ron's proposal. When he'd told his mother that he was going to ask for Hermione's hand because 'life is too short,' the Weasley matriarch saw this as a glimmer of hope in her despair. She had taken to her bed when Ron told her of Hermione's rejection. Of course, Arthur was quick to assure Hermione that she was still considered part of the family, but her visits had dwindled in recent months for fear of upsetting Molly further.
"George is like a man possessed. Angelina's really worried about him. She said if he's not crying, he's ranting, and he rarely visits Mum and Dad. She said she keeps suggesting they go away on holiday, but he refuses. He's throwing himself into his work because it's where he feels closest to Fred, but Angie is trying to get him to focus on something other than that; she just doesn't know what."
Hermione took Ginny's hand in hers, feeling utterly helpless. "I don't know what to say."
"There's nothing you can say, and there is nothing you can do unless you can bring my brother back," Ginny huffed, brushing away the tear that had started to roll down her cheek.
It was then that Hermione had an idea. "You know, I can't promise anything, but I might be able to find something to help George."
Taking a sip of hot chocolate to try and calm herself, Ginny listened to Hermione's plan.
"Well, Madam Hooch isn't coming back and Severus is still looking for a new flying instructor and Quidditch tutor. Thinking about it, that would be great for George. It would only be part time, but...shall I ask Sev?"
Ginny looked impressed. "It's worth a shot, I suppose." Wiping her eyes to mop up any stray tears, she continued, "Does Snape let you make suggestions about the running of the school, then?"
"We talk about all sorts of things," Hermione informed her with a soft smile gracing her lips. "You wouldn't believe the amount of work he's done already or how much there is left to do and now that I've decided to give up being Senior Head Girl, I can assist him more."
With shoulders slumping, Ginny pouted her disapproval at Hermione's news. "You can't give that up. There are only two girls in your year coming back―well, three if you count Hannah, but she's coming back into my year because of her mum―so that only leaves bitchface."
Hot chocolate spraying was regrettably becoming commonplace during this conversation as Hermione nearly choked on Ginny's reference to Pansy Parkinson. "Severus is asking Pansy."
"Shit!" Ginny blurted out before she added lasciviously, "you know, I'm surprised that you and your Slytherin have had time to talk."
The frustration in Hermione's voice transmuted into bashfulness. "Oh, don't you start. Draco thinks we're at it all the time, but we haven't done it yet." She wasn't sure if she approved of the look on Ginny's face. Ron wasn't very good at hiding his copies of Playwitch, and his sister's face reminded her one of the strange looking sex dolls that had been advertised at the back.
"How the hell have you managed to keep him out of your knickers?" Ginny squeaked.
"Just because we haven't had sex yet doesn't mean that we haven't played," Hermione told her defiantly whilst feeling her cheeks glow as Ginny held her hands apart at varying distances as she tried to get Hermione to confirm or deny the hippogriff theory about Severus' manhood. Doing her best to ignore her and not burst out laughing―or give any indication which might inadvertently prove or disprove the theory―she said, "The thing is, I want my first time to be special and Severus respects that." Now her face felt as if it was about to catch fire.
Ginny looked at her confused. "Your first time? You mean with Severus or...do you mean you and Ron didn't do it?"
"No, we didn't." Hermione snorted incredulously.
"Oh! Well, you might not want to read the Daily Prophet tomorrow, then" a sheepish Ginny informed her.
Hermione's expression turned stony. "Why?"
"When Ron came back, he stormed up to his room. We left him to it. Mum and Dad went to the pub, and I went to see Harry, but I came back I heard him in the living room obviously making a Floo call. I only listened for a bit, but it was obvious he was talking to someone from the Prophet and he was spouting so much shit including your disappointing sex life." Ginny bit her bottom lip, awaiting Hermione's reaction.
"Oh, bollocks," Hermione groaned, closing her eyes as her head dropped dejectedly. She knew there was a danger that Severus would fly off the handle if he read that, and as much as she hoped that it would be in Ron's direction, she also knew he had a habit of brooding. "We'd better tell Severus," she sighed as she manoeuvred herself off the sofa.

"Albus, I am unaware of any prophecy relating to either myself or my position. Hermione said that this 'form' intimated that these events could be part of a prophecy. However, until the conditions are met, the prophecy will not reveal itself and there is a real danger that our relationship will be locked into a cycle of being tested at every available opportunity."
Severus was pacing his office again; his previously relaxed mood had been erased when Albus Dumbledore decided strike up a conversation with him.
"It is indeed strange," the former headmaster mused, "especially as the focus seems to be directed at Hermione rather than you, dear boy. It is almost as if she is the key element. Now, you said that the one voice you heard became four. Can you describe them?"
"Yes. There were no distinct accents, but there two female voices, one male and one...well, I can't describe it," Severus drawled, walking round his desk to sit down again. "My initial thought is that this form is the..."
Green light flooded the dimly lit office and two young women stepped into the Headmaster's office. Once he saw the worried look on Hermione's face, the headmaster pushed all other thoughts to the back of his mind.
"Whatever is the matter?" Severus asked urgently, beckoning Hermione to him.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation," Hermione said before turning to the portrait Severus had been speaking to. "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."
"Good evening, my dears," Dumbledore jovially greeted the two witches. "Miss Weasley, you look radiant, as ever. Severus, I will take my leave and ponder, my dear boy. You have provided much food for thought, and yet I believe your unspoken suspicions are correct, but I will seek clarity on the matter. I bid you all a pleasant evening," and with that, Dumbledore left the portrait; his annoying whistling growing fainter as he wandered off.
Severus quirked an eyebrow in Hermione's direction. "Well?"
"Ginny said that Ron has been spouting rubbish about me to the press, and mentioned that I was rather useless in bed." Hermione's blush was part embarrassment and part anger.
The slight pink tinge to Severus' cheeks was pure anger.
"And given what Mione's just told me about still being a...well, you know...that she hasn't...I wanted you to hear it from me rather than just read it tomorrow," Ginny told him as she appeared at Hermione's side.
Taking a deep breath, Severus' fierce demeanour softened especially when he saw how worried Hermione looked. "Fear not," Severus said distractedly, "I know that he is bullshitting, and I gave up believing the Prophet was capable of printing anything but egregious twaddle years ago. The only thing that rag serves well is my fire. "
He then thought to Hermione, And besides, I know it's not true. You were amazing earlier and having had far more witches than your snot-nosed ex has ever laid his hands on, I know an amazing witch when I come across them―both literally and figuratively. Just because he was incapable of inspiring you to such heights of passion―"
Pressing her lips together whilst trying not to smile or giggle as Severus spoke in her mind, Hermione found herself staring at him intensely. No one had ever said anything like that to her before and her body and mind was screaming at her to kiss him. Instead, she purred three words in his mind. Come to bed.
Noticing how the new couple―and Ginny was surprised by how natural they seemed together―were looking at each other, the red-haired girl decided that perhaps now was a good time to leave. "I think I better head off home. Are you doing anything tomorrow, 'Mione? Harry said that he's coming up here to go over his teaching stuff so I thought we could go to Hogsmeade."
"That'll be nice," was all Hermione could say; her eyes burning into the fathomless black of her wizard's.
Knowing that was about as coherent a response as she was going to get, Ginny couldn't help but smile. "Right, well, Headmaster, can you open the external Floo network for me, please?" Ginny asked politely, regretting the need to rudely interrupt the obvious eye-fucking session.
"Hmmm?" Severus mumbled, swallowing thickly as Hermione flooded his mind with exactly what she wanted to do to him once she got him to bed. A gentle cough snapped him out of his reverie. "Oh yes, of course. my apologies," he drawled silkily, and with a flick of his wand, he informed her, "It's open now. Until tomorrow, Miss Weasley."
The curt bow of his head, let Ginny know she had been officially dismissed.
With a brief goodbye to Hermione, Ginny disappeared into the green flames, leaving Severus and Hermione alone. Before the young witch had time to say anything else, her lover's lips were on hers, and she felt herself being scooped up into his arms and taken to bed.

A/N2: Well...I wonder what's going to happen now...I look forward to hearing your ideas.
A/N3: Chapter updated on 15/08/14
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