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Not Forgiven, Not Forgotten	By : loola Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 2944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Only the plot
and original characters are mine, the rest belongs to J.K.Rowling.

Author�s Note: This story is just to give me a
bit of a break from my WIP, �Unleashed � Book 1�. I have used the Page 394
Challenge but haven�t adhered to the rules of this challenge completely, but
the story is based around five quotations from other books cited below. The
original idea for the character of Julia also sprang from one of these
quotations.

Enjoy and please review!

***

To
Professor Severus Snape

Potions Master

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Dear Professor Snape,

On
behalf of the �Potions Collaboration Company�, I would like to invite you to
the 176^th Annual Potions Conference. The dates for the conference
are the 9^th to the 12^th of May, and it will be held at
the Tamworth Hotel, Central London. As a
most esteemed Potions Master, you are of course welcome to bring your assistant
or apprentice with, or to represent you. We do hope you will be able to join us
and look forward to seeing you.

Yours
sincerely,

Gremauld Wibbletown

And
everyone of the PCC

***

To
Miss Hermione Granger

Flat 2

14, Northumberland
Avenue

Chelsea

London

Dear Miss Granger,

On behalf of the �Potions Collaboration Company�,
I would like to invite you to the 176^th Annual Potions Conference.
The dates for the conference are the 9^th to the 12^th of
May, and it will be held at the Tamworth Hotel, Central
London. . We do hope you will be able to join us and look
forward to seeing you.

Yours sincerely,

Gremauld Wibbletown

And
everyone of the PCC

***

�A positive mind entering a circle or s�ance for the
investigation of spiritualism is like introducing a ray of light into the dark
compartment of the photographer when not wanted; or like taking up a seed from
under the ground to see if it be growing; or like any other violent
intervention in the process of nature��

The young woman yawned, and looked around herself in
boredom. Her gaze fell on the man sat next to her, his eyes firmly locked upon
the man on the podium at the front of the large conference room. As if feeling
her eyes upon him, he glanced down at her, irritation written all over his
face.

In return, the woman gave him what she thought to be her most
devastating smile, but the man only frowned again and leant towards her until
he could whisper in her ear.

�Problem, Julia?� he murmured, and she shivered as his
breath brushed her across the sensitive skin of her neck. She placed her hand
on his thigh and squeezed slightly as he sat back up straight.

�No, Severus,� she whispered
dutifully, before a man in the row behind them coughed pointedly. As she
withdrew her hand, she allowed it to trail up his leg before moving it back
into her own lap.

A shadow passed over his face and he looked down at Julia
again. She simply smiled back up at him and went back to pretending to listen
to the elderly man drone on.

The two of them were at the annual Potions conference in London and were
currently attending a lecture on magic and spiritualism, much to Julia�s
consternation. She was only here because she was Severus�
Potions assistant, and she was only Severus� Potions
assistant because she had needed a job after leaving university, and she had
noticed his name on the �Most Eligible Wizard List� in �Witch Weekly�. And so
she had applied for an apprenticeship with him, despite the rumours that he was
a Death Eater, a nightmarish teacher, the most antisocial person ever, and
basically, a bastard. She had been home-schooled by her parents, who were both
magical, so she had never experienced Severus�
teaching skills at Hogwarts.

Julia licked her lips and glanced up at Severus
once again in anticipation. She had decided that she would seduce Severus Snape � and tonight was
the night she would snare him. She smiled a small, self-satisfied smile.

�Just you wait, Severus Snape,� she thought. �I�ll be riding you like a pony
before the night�s out.�

***

Hermione glanced around
distractedly, trying to see past the hoards of people standing in the lobby of
the hotel where the Potions conference was being held, but she was simply too
short to see over the heads of the many wizards milling around.

�Hermione! I�ve
found our lecture room!�

At the sound of her name being called, Hermione
turned, just as her companion and friend, Laura, walked up to meet her.

�Come on, this way. Magic and
Spiritualism, right?�

Hermione nodded mutely and followed her
friend to join the queue of people waiting to enter a room with the label,
�Magic and Spiritualism � How does spiritualism play a part in modern day
magic? By Bernard Phillipe.�

The two women chatted companionably as they waited to
enter � although they had met through
their jobs at the Ministry of Magic, it was now the demands of their jobs which
prevented them from seeing each other as often as they would have liked. Hermione was working at the Ministry as a Junior Lab
Assistant in the Potions Development sector, but it had hardly turned out to be
her dream job � she was constantly being patronised and belittled by her fellow
colleagues.

Laura, on the other hand, was currently studying the History
of Magic and working as an assistant in that department of the Ministry. They
had decided to attend the Potions conference together as it was relevant to
both their fields, and they had been pleased to learn that, whilst the lectures
were mostly strictly Potions based, there were some (like this one), which they
could just enjoy rather than taking notes all the time.

They were nearing the front of the queue when someone pushed
into Hermione. She turned to see what had happened,
but immediately stopped, a gasp on her lips. The tall, dark-haired wizard who
had bumped into her turned a moment later.

�Sorry, miss,� he said distractedly and hurried off again. Hermione turned back to Laura, her breathing slowing to a
normal pace again.

�Hermione? Is
everything all right?� Laura asked, concerned by Hermione�s
white face.

�Yes�yes, fine. I just thought it was someone I used to know.
That�s all.�

***

�Well, wasn�t that interesting,� Julia said brightly,
grinning up at Severus, who only glowered at her. She
grabbed his arm and threaded her own through it as they left the conference
room and went into the lobby of the hotel where tea and biscuits were being
served. Too tired to complain, Severus allowed
himself to be led across the room which was full of witches and wizards
drinking tea, eating biscuits and chattering noisily.

Just as they reached the other side of the room where the
tea was being served, there was a loud crackle from overhead and after a
moment�s pause, a metallic-sounding voice began
speaking cordially. Silence fell over the room

�Ladies and Gentlemen. Ladies and Gentlemen. We would like to inform you that we
will be holding an informal soiree this evening for all our conference guests.
The evening will begin at 7.30pm in the
ballroom and will include dinner, live entertainment and dancing. We look
forward to seeing you this evening, and we hope you enjoy the rest of your
stay. Thank you.�

�Oh! How fabulous! We must go!� Julia cried, practically
dropping her cup of tea in excitement, as the other witches around them started
gabbling excitedly. What a perfect opportunity to catch Severus!

Severus closed his eyes briefly as Julia
squealed at him before smiling hopefully up at him. He thrust his own cup of
tea at her.

�Excuse me,� he said curtly. �I need to use the facilities.�

And with that he strode away across the room, his black
robes flicking about his long legs.

On the other side of the room, Laura was trying to persuade Hermione to attend the event that evening, but to little
avail.

�Come on, Hermione, it�ll be
great. A girl�s night out. Merlin knows we both need
it.�

�I know, but I thought we were going to stay in tonight and
catch up properly.�

�Oh, please, Hermione,� Laura
pleaded, �I really like the look of that guy over there,� she smiled, pointing
across the room at a wizard in his mid twenties with sandy brown hair who was wearing
grey robes. �I�m going to go and say �hello�. Do you mind?� she asked, but
hurried off without waiting for an answer.

But Hermione wasn�t looking at
where Laura was pointing or listening to what she was saying. As she had turned
to look at the man Laura fancied, a figure walking towards her had caught her
attention. Hermione�s breath caught in her throat as
she gazed in shock at the man headed in her direction, his long black hair
flowing freely about his shoulders, a scowl on his face and his dark robes
swishing about his body.

�It�s him. It�s him. Oh God, what do I do? Quick, turn
around before he sees you!�

Hermione regained control of her breathing
and began to turn her body away from the ever-approaching man, her eyes still
fixed upon his form. Just as she did so, however, he looked away from where he
had been looking, and his eyes scanned the room, coming to rest on her. He
stopped abruptly a few feet away from Hermione, shock
written all over his face.

�Hermione!� the man choked out,
his surprise showing in his face.

�Severus,� she replied softly,
looking away from his penetrating gaze.

�Don�t look at him. Don�t look at him. Just don�t. you know what�ll happen if you do.�

They stood in awkward silence, Hermione
staring determinedly at the floor, whilst Severus
couldn�t keep his eyes off her face. In an uncharacteristic move, Severus thrust his hands into the pockets of his robes and
stood awkwardly, looking at Hermione � in the three
years since he had last seen her, she hadn�t changed at all.

In turn, she seemed to be staring at his boots. He opened
his mouth to ask her how she was when they were suddenly interrupted.

�Severus! Severus!
There you are!�

Severus closed his eyes briefly at the
sound of Julia�s piercing voice. When he opened them again she was standing in
front of him, smiling somewhat manically.

�At last I�ve found you,� she exclaimed as if he had been
gone for hours rather than minutes. �I thought you�d fallen in!�

And with that she laughed hysterically at her own vulgar
joke. Hermione was looking at her in complete
amazement.

�Severus? Who�s this?� Julia asked
rudely, grabbing him, threading her arm through his and looking up at him
expectantly.

�This is Hermione Granger, an�acquaintance of mine. Hermione,
this is ��

�Julia. It�s so nice to meet you,� she interrupted, her
simpering voice sickly sweet. Severus cleared his
throat awkwardly and one of his hands went to his neck to pull at his collar.

�We really should be going, Julia,� Severus
said, disentangling his arm from hers.

�Oh, all right, Severus,� she
agreed readily, not showing a hint of remorse. �Will we see you at the party
tonight?� she asked Hermione.

�You�re going?� Hermione asked Severus abruptly, looking at him directly for the first
time during the conversation.

�I-�

�Yes, we�ll both be there,� Julia broke in before Severus could answer. She knew he wouldn�t have answered in
the affirmative, so she answered before he could. Tonight was the night. She
was determined to seduce Severus Snape
and the party was the ideal opportunity.

As they moved away, Julia turned and gave a small wave of
her fingers before catching up with Severus and
grabbing his arm again. Hermione watched despondently
as Severus shrugged his arm out of her grip and
stormed out of the lobby, Julia close at his heels.

�Who was that?�

Laura had returned from flirting with the brown-haired
wizard, who turned out to be called Darren.

�Oh,� Hermione replied, trying to
keep her voice light. �Just one of my old Professors.
We corresponded for a while after I graduated. It was all Potions-based,� Hermione lied, but Laura seemed convinced. They had
corresponded for a while after her Hogwarts
graduation, but after a while it had become a lot more than Potions-based.

�Fair enough.� Laura shrugged. �Come on,
our next lecture starts in five minutes.�

***

By the end of the first day of the conference, filled with
lectures, Severus was tired and utterly sick of
Julia�s presence. He managed to shake her off for a while and escape to his
room, having promised her he would attend the party that evening. He didn�t
want to � he despised such events, but at the moment he would do anything for
an easy life. Having survived more than two decades of being a Death Eater, all
he wanted to do was let it all end.

What did he have left anymore? Anything decent he had, he
had chased away.

Hermione.

He fell back on his bed as he thought of her. Seeing her
today had hit him like a bullet, but he knew he had to speak to her. He knew
the party wasn�t her sort of thing, but maybe the woman he had seen chatting to
her would persuade her to attend. At least that way he might get a chance to
talk to her. He groaned as he noticed the time, but heaved himself up and
headed into the bathroom for a shower.

***

Alone in her room, Hermione
couldn�t keep her mind off Severus. All the feelings
and wishes that she had hidden away for so long came rushing back, overwhelming
her. The familiar way he tugged at his collar when nervous or embarrassed and
the thrust of his hands into his deep pockets had pulled at her heart. Hermione flopped back onto her pillows and closed her eyes,
remembering a time when she had been truly happy and satisfied�

The two figures sat together near the edge of the lake,
the sun glinting over Hogwarts� grounds, which were
deserted of the usual chattering groups of students as it was the summer
holidays. The woman turned after a moment and crawled into her lover�s lap. He
accepted her willingly, wrapping his arms around her and tucking her head
tenderly into the crook of his neck.

�I love you, Severus,� she
murmured, pressing a kiss against the soft skin of his neck. Her fingers played
idly with one of his shirt buttons. He planted a kiss on the top of her head.

�I love you, Hermione,� he
replied softly, pulling her closer and resting his chin against her temple.
They sat in companionable silence for a while, until Hermione
shifted to look at him.

�Severus?�

�Hmm?�

He brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face and
kissed her cheek.

�Let�s go swimming,� Hermione
requested with a smile, already unfastening his shirt buttons, knowing he
wouldn�t refuse her anything.

Severus rolled his
eyes, but allowed her to undress him down to his boxers, before she
transfigured her own casual clothes into a dark red bikini. Laughing, she
dragged him down to the water�s edge and dipped her toes in to test the warmth
before pulling him in with her. As soon as they were both submerged, Hermione splashed Severus before
swimming away as quickly as possible to escape his groping arms.

They continued in this vain for a while. Severus could easily have caught Hermione,
being a stronger and faster swimmer than her, but he let her escape him until
he finally grabbed her and kissed her soundly. She forgot the game immediately
and melted into his arms, her hands slipping into his wet hair to stroke his
sensitive scalp as he lifted her up. Her legs automatically wrapped around his
waist and she moaned slightly in her throat as his erection pressed against her
sensitive centre.

�I love you, Severus,� she
whispered breathlessly, leaning her head against his shoulder, and revelling in
the feel of her lover.

�And I you,� he replied with a faint smile, before
kissing her deeply once again�

Hermione shook herself from her
memory.

�No,� she told herself. �Now is not the time to
dwell on old memories. Anything that was there is dead now. He made sure of
that.�

After three years of trying to forget what had happened
between them, Hermione finally allowed herself to
think about it. Following her graduation from Hogwarts,
Hermione had owled Severus (Professor Snape then, of
course) to thank him for everything. He had sent back some sardonic reply, but
when she owled him again with a Potions query, he had
been surprisingly forthcoming with his help.

After almost a year of on-off correspondence, Hermione had finally built up the courage to suggest that
they meet for lunch. He had agreed, and they had met in Diagon
Alley on the first day of their summer holiday. It had been awkward at first,
but they had soon engrossed themselves in a conversation about Potions.

Just before they parted that day, Severus
had asked Hermione if she would care to join him at Hogwarts over the summer to help him with his Potions
research. She had, of course, agreed and eventually, by the end of the summer,
they had formed a sexual relationship.

When they both had to return to work, they met every
weekend that they could; either Severus would come to
London to see her or she would fit
in a quick trip to Hogwarts.

There were more memories here; ones that sent a chill of
excitement and pleasure running down Hermione�s
spine. Images of them together, becoming one for the
first time on a warm August night�

�Severus!
Oh Gods, you are so good,� Hermione murmured as Severus thrust into her body firmly, his groans
reverberating in her ears and his mouth hot and wet against the side of her
neck.

She arched off the
bed as his hand slipped down her body and finally, finally, came into contact
with her pulsing clitoris, his cock pumping in and out of her with immense
speed.

�Uh,� her lover
moaned, and Hermione pulled his head up to hers so
she could look at his beloved face. His eyes were alive with passion, his hair
sticking to his sweaty forehead, some strands falling into his dark eyes. She tenderly
pushed them away before catching his lips in a long, drawn-out kiss that spoke
the words she felt so dearly in her heart.

He broke away
suddenly, and reared up from her, pumping into her at an even faster pace now,
if that was possible. Groaning with the pleasure of making love to her, he
reached behind him and pulled her ankles up onto his shoulders before bending
down again and slamming his rock hard penis into her once more.

Hermione practically shrieked from the pleasure of
the new angle and it wasn�t long before they were coming, their cries of
pleasure in unison as Severus spat his seed into her
body, Hermione�s toes curling with the pleasure of it
all�

He asked her to stay with him again the summer after her
second year at university. Hermione sighed as she
remembered how blissfully happy they had both been.
Near to the start of the summer, Severus had first
declared his love for her and she had returned the sentiment joyfully. That day
by the lake had been one of many like it.

But then, about halfway through her third and final year
at university, things had changed. Severus became
suddenly distant. Not just from her, but everything � he seemed to become
completely disenchanted with life, and their formerly happy weekends turned
sour.

He would simply sit there as Hermione
chatted to him, trying to get some response out of him. He never initiated
lovemaking, and when she tried to, he would always tell her that he was too
tired, too stressed or had a bad headache. He began to flinch and move away
when she touched or kissed him.

Within a month he had delivered the final devastating blow
� he had told her that things would never work out between them and it was
stupid to go on pretending. Hermione had begged and
pleaded with him, but he had just sat there, stony faced. Eventually she had
fled his chambers, to go and cry alone in her rented university accommodation.
They hadn�t spoken since.

Until today.

Hermione closed her eyes
tightly, wishing her emotions away. She knew she still loved him; had never
stopped loving him. A solitary tear trickled down her cheek at the memory of
his smile, his kisses, the way he looked in his sleep.
She brushed the tear and the memory away angrily. She had lived without him for
three years, and she wasn�t going to fall apart now. She wasn�t.
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Not Forgiven, Not Forgotten

Disclaimer: Only the plotand original characters are mine, the rest belongs to J.K.Rowling.

ToProfessor Severus Snape

ToMiss Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: Only the plot
and original characters are mine, the rest belongs to J.K.Rowling.

To
Professor Severus Snape

To
Miss Hermione Granger