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She Slithered In Next Door
By : Mumka
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione
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The last of the boxes were dumped in front of rickety old stairs, toppling over into a puddle as the moving Thestral-Taxi-Carriage hoisted into the air. Hermione Granger scraped a thick wad of mud off her skirt and shook her head. Thanks for nothing, jerks.
She lugged the Kneazle carrier up the slippery stairs and knocked on the large wooden door. Water dripped down her curls and through her thin cardigan as though she were a human sponge. If her house-mum was not there she’d...oh!
An old lady with a back hair bun hobbled outside, her thin mouth curving into a smile. “Deeeaaarrrieee, welcome! Come in from the rain.”
Hermione rushed inside, her boots drenching the tiny, carefully woven carpet at the front door. With a quick wave of the wand, she cleared off the last of the muck she dragged in and set Crookshanks on the floor.
The inside of the little shabby house was surprisingly large and cozy: every corner covered in bookshelves, moving art and old artisanal clocks shaped like animals. Crooks instantly took to sniffing every dust covered corner of the living room.
“Don’t fret about the dirt dearie, my useless son will clean it up.” She cupped her hands round her mouth and hollered, “SEVVVEERRRUUUSSS! That bloody tosser.” She smiled again, patting Hermione on the arm, “Tea with a biscuit? And milk for the Kneazle?”
Hermione shuddered. Here was a witch she never wanted to get on the wrong side of. Severus? That was definitely the name of her old Potion’s Professor. What could be the odds?
Hermione dipped a dry oatmeal biscuit into a cup of piping hot Earl Grey and nearly choked when the one wizard she least expected to see floated down the steps, stopped in the atrium and flashed her his signature snarl.
He was dressed in dark trousers and a thin, grey sweater that covered his neck and arms. His greasy black hair was held up by a tie and his snakeskin shoes were pointed away from her.
“Miss Granger,” he said with the tip of his head. Soon he had Levitated all the trunks and suitcases through the front door and up the stairs.
“You’ll get the rug dirty, you dunderhead!” Mrs Snape cried, tossing a biscuit in his general direction. “Idiot boy. Can’t get anything done right. Anouther biscuit dearie? Or maybe a sandwich?”
“I think I’d like to unpack now, take a little nap,” Hermione mumbled, scooped up Crooks and headed up to her room.
Sharing a home with Severus Snape?! What were the odds!
-x-x-x-
They weren’t just sharing a house, they were sharing a bathroom.
Hermione pulled the handle of the bathroom open, bumping into the broad chest of none other than her new roommate. Her towel dropped to the floor along with her clean clothes and toiletries.
“Watch your step Granger. Carelessness is not becoming of you,” he snapped, pushing past her into his own room and promptly shutting the door.
“Git,” she mumbled, Levitating up her items and going inside.
The entire bathroom was covered from floor to ceiling in tiny bottles and vials. Some kind of looked like shampoo, others....not so much. Hermione was sure you could get a first degree burn if you so much as touched the insides of some of ’that idiot boy’s’ concoctions.
The thought of her stern and serious Potions Professor being someone’s tosser son had never crossed her mind. I mean, everyone had parents...it’s just that she never pictured what Severus’ could look like. She never dreamed she would be living with his mother, of all wiccans.
Well, rent was cheaper out here in Cokeworth. When she found a room to let In Spinner’s End she...
UGH!
Hermione picked out a long, black hair out of the drain. This was disgusting. She’d have to share a bathroom with someone who didn’t even bother to use a drain cover?
Scorgifying the bathtub, she turned up the tap and got under the wonderfully hot water. It’s just what she needed. Stepping out, she rubbed in her favourite lotions and dried her hair. She didn’t bother picking the loose bits up off the ground. Quid pro quo, am I right?
Turning the corner, she got into her room and crashed into the soft bed, tucking the covers in around her. The bed felt as comfortable as it looked. In moments, Hermione was fast asleep under the layers of quilt and sheets and down pillows.
When she woke up, it was the middle of the night and she had to use the loo.
Across the hall, lights flashed under Severus Snape’s door. He was spell-casting well into the night, burning the midnight oil. She hit the door with a short spell, hoping he’d catch her drift and knock it off. In moments, the lights and magic died down and Hermione tucked into bed for a night of rest.
-x-x-x-
“Coffee dearie?”
Hermione stuffed a mouthful of eggs into her mouth and nodded. Mrs Snape didn’t have to make her breakfast, but the old witch seemed dead-set of making her feel right at home.
“COFFEE, SEVERUS!” she hollered and he languidly strolled out of the kitchen to pour Hermione more hot java.
“Thank you, Severus,” Hermione said sweetly, batting her lashes.
“Always, Hermione,” he retorted, placing the milk jug closer to her.
“Idiot boy.” Mrs Snape hit him on the back with her kitchen towel, pointing to the kitchen. “Watch the bacon and don’t burn the eggs like last time. Anything else dearie?”
“More bacon would be great actually,” she said. If Severus was going to cause her so much trouble with his midnight brewing habits and dirty bathroom antics, she might as well get some good breakfast out of him.
And oh, it was good breakfast! She wasn’t sure why she was so surprised a Potion’s Master could brew such excellent coffee, but damn, she was. After breakfast, she had to go hunting for jobs in the area and send out a few letters to Harry and her parents back home. They’d all been worried about her since her break-up with Ron. No one saw it coming; the two were headed for marriage (or so she thought) until Ron said they were more like two roommates than lovers. Well it shouldn’t have taken him a decade to figure that out, but here we are!
Anyways, all Hermione wanted now was a job in a local apothecary or printing shop to pass the time before she started applying for an Apprenticeship degree abroad and forget she and Ron ever happened. And her and the Snapes, for that matter.
-x-x-x-
Hermione rang the bell of the local apothecary---Lacewing Potions--- and a familiar voice drawled for her to enter.
Oh great, Snape here too.
“Ah, you would like to apply your skills as my assistant brewer?” he said, before he ever picked up her resume. “I accept.”
“You’re not even going to protest?”
He raised his brows. “Against a fully competent and skilled brewer in this village? I’m no fool.”
Hermione grinned. So he did notice her Potions skills after all those years of teaching her. How very opportunistic of him to take her on despite her clearly being a Gryffindor and him---a Slytherin. Although good brewers were likely hard to find in a village as small as this one.
Hermione tied the staff apron around her waist and picked up a receipt off the ever-long pile on the wall nail. Headache Potion? Snape taught them to brew those during their fourth year (likely to combat the inevitable morning-after headaches they were bound to get with all the Triwizard Tournament partying they were doing). It was a simple enough recipe to brew.
She fetched the ingredients from the backroom, and began to thinly dice the ginger-root and lemon rinds. When she got to the licorice, Severus’ hand glided over hers.
“Heat the extract prior to adding it to the tincture.”
“That’s not how you taught us.”
He grunted. “I taught you the methods set out by the curriculum, not the methods that were most efficient.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled, and began to heat up the extract over a thin flame, stirring occasionally. That did release more of the important elements from the root. Hermione wondered about what other brewing tricks he’d been gate-keeping from them?
If they were anything like the ones from his old textbook, she was sure his Apothecary was the best for miles around.

-x-x-x-
“Deeeaaarrrieee, you’ve found work?” Mrs Snape chortled from the garden as she and Severus came into the house.
“You wouldn’t believe where. Your son’s Apothecary.”
“That pig-sty.” Mrs Snape spat. “Very well, work is work dearie. But if my idiot son gets on your nerves, don’t be afraid to use the ol’ whip on him.”
“Mother, I really must...” Severus mumbled under his breath, but didn’t finish. Whether it was from a deep respect or from fear, he shut his mouth and gave her a kiss on the head.
“Now that you’re both here, take the cutting sheers from the back. You show her where they are, you bugger!”
“What are the sheers for?” Hermione asked as she followed Severus to the shed at the back of Spinner’s End.
“The Garden Gnomes.”
-x-x-x-
Yes, Hermione knew about Garden Gnomes. Mrs Weasley used to complain about them all the time in the Burrow. They were quick little buggers that popped out of the soil and stole your produce unless you chopped off their cone-hats.
Severus Levitated her a pair of sheers that were so heavy, Hermione toppled over upon taking them.
In the corner of her eye, Severus had removed his grey sweater, revealing a thin shirt that hugged a well-formed pair of biceps and veined forearms. She hadn’t expected less from someone who once taught Defence Against the Dark Arts. Clearly, housework did not go unnoticed on her former professor’s body.
“You heard her, Granger,” he growled, a touch of finality in his tone, then went to chopping off the cone of a baby gnome with a satisfying crunch.
Hermione dropped her own cardigan on the ground and rolled up her pant legs. She’d watched Ron and the twins catch gnomes and they made it seem really easy. The work was anything but.
Hermione was so close to getting three gnomes, but all dissapeared before she could even get close to them. One gnome popped up behind her and tied her shoelaces, causing her to trip and nearly fall on the sharp blades.
“Bend your knees,” Severus muttered, casting off the knots and lifting her up. “Don’t let the bastards get to you.”
“I’m trying,” she grumbled.
Admittedly, Severus’ trick really....did the trick. She held her balance and managed to snap off the cone off one slow moving gnome.
“Yes!” she jumped up, and instantly felt the ground shift beneath her feet. Grabbing the closest thing to her, she and Severus toppled over into the tiny fish pond straight into each other’s arms.
She straddled his soaked body. It was wet like Hell, but he smelled like Heaven, and she was none the wiser for staring at his lips like an idiot before he shoved her off and crawled out.
“S-Severus.” She grabbed his hand. “I think I felt something-”
He muttered something incoherent under his breath, wringing out his shirt, his eyes darting around her body as though it were a ping-pong ball machine. And then, he kissed her...hard and fast on the lips.
“That bloody idiot.”
Severus and Hermione instantly dried themselves off with their respective spells, hair standing on top of their heads and clothes static-charged on their bodies as the old witch hobbled over.
“Looking like what the dog dragged in,” she muttered, kicking around the gnome caps. “Good work. Looks like Hermione knocked some sense into you. Finally getting yourself together.”
No other words were said, but a giant sack was tossed over to the duo and they spent the next five minutes clearing up the garden in complete silence.
-x-x-x-
“More cottage pie, dearie?” Mrs Snape offered sweetly.
Hermione shook her head. She’d already stuffed herself with so much beef and potatoes that she was going to burst. Under her legs, Crooks snoozed away--- belly full of milk and canned tuna.
She didn’t speak with Severus all evening. She didn’t dare meet his eye---especially not in front of his mother, like it was some shameful secret. Heck, she wasn’t sure she was herself when they had kissed. She’d never have even dreamed she could...although, no, that wasn’t completely true...
After the washing up was done, Hermione excused herself to the bathroom where she stripped down and took a long, hot shower to get her mind off things. Seeing the black hairs in the shower certainly sobered her up, but didn’t quench her resolve. She was curious about her Potions Professor.
Alright, fine...maybe she did have a itsy-bitsy crush on the Potions Master back in the day, but who didn’t? Even the usually picky Patil sisters admitted that the moment they saw Snape demonstrating the proper duel positions in Sixth year Defence without his usual demure teaching robes, they were taken by him. Severus Snape was a handsome wizard, albeit a harsh and stern one. With the proper rest and healthy diet, Hermione had proven to herself that he could be very pleasing to the eye.
She dried off and dressed for bed. Just before she got under the covers, a firm knock at the door roused her from her daydreaming about her roommates biceps.
Yes, it was Severus at her door and he was in sackcloth and ashes.
“Might I have a word?” he asked before he was obviously allowed into the room of his mother’s house. “I must apologize for my behaviour earlier this afternoon. I had been....perfecting a more venereal variant of Amortentia for the older clientele.”
And testing the Potion on himself prior to finding test subjects. Ah, the joys of small-town living.
Hermione nodded. “Doesn’t appear to be particularly potent.”
“I had only taken a quarter of the usual dosage.” His eyes sparkled. “Believe me, in full effect, there would have been no water left in that pond...” Eherm. He cleared his throat. “Goodnight.” And off was Snape.
Hermione ran a hand through her wet curls. Well great. What she didn’t need before bed was some vivid dream content for an afternoon of half dressed turns upside down in Spinner’s Gardens.
She would not dream of Severus Snape. She would not dream of Severus Snape.
“I will not dream of Severus Snape,” she said before turning off the light and falling into uneasy slumber.
-x-x-x-
“Very good” was what Severus said before Hermione spilled an entire jar of toad eyeballs on the floor of the Apothecary.
“Better watch where I’m going,” she mumbled, casting up the slimy things into the jar. It earned her an unenthused chuckle from her employer. Clearly, he was not without wit, however also not without thrift. She spent an hour working overtime to sanitize the balls before returning them to their place on the shelf.
It was already a quarter to seven when she left the shop, locking up behind her. Hermione wandered down the darkening street, watching the locals as they prepared for a Friday night out on the town.
It was no ordinary Friday. The entire block was decorated in blue and silver ribbons and stars. Children scurried outside, forming lines outside the array of stalls and carts at the main square. Galleons were exchanged for sugared, silver apples and sugar floss that glittered in the light of the fading sun. In the distance, music was playing and a few patrons of the local pub were waving their hands to the beat.
Far up ahead, she spotted Severus talking to a few wizards his age. They clinked their glasses and laughed heartily, one even patting Severus’ back and spitting out the rest of his drink on his shirt.
Severus Snape had friends. Severus Snape had people who liked him and enjoyed his company.
It was to be expected, since he also had a mother, a new job and hobbies.
Hermione was realizing that Professors had actual normal lives outside of school. They had other things too, like personalities and flaws and even...hidden passions. In short, they were human, just as much as they were pedagogs.
She decided against joining Severus and his lads and popped into a nearby pub for a pint and a plate of curry crisps.
“What’s going on today?” she asked the barman.
“Don’t you know? It’s Merlin’s Day,” he said, matter of factually, sliding her a pint of something silver and delicious. “Don’t miss the magic show at midnight. It’s a local hit.”
Hermione drank the liquid like water and downed two more before she realized it had grown very dark and the pub was chock-full of patrons. She paid her vowels and stumbled to the loo before heading to the village square.
There, a giant fire was lit in the middle of the street. In the heat of the night, music played and a slew of witches and wizards twirled and danced to the beat of drums and the tune of lutes and flutes.
Hermione didn’t understand how or when she learned to dance, but she was soon swept into a round about the flaming fire with a group of unknown wizards. More wine was poured and dancing was to be had. She was well merry before a strong pair of hands yanked her out of the mosh.
“It’s time to go,” said a deep sultry voice, before dragging her down the street.

They were at Spinner’s End when he leaned her against the gate and gave her a small vial to drink.
“Morgan le Fay’s Wine. Cokeworth’s favourite. Although I fear you’ve had too much.”
Hermione drank the vial and her senses came back to her.
Slowly, he led her up to her room and lay her on the bed, tucking the sheets around her. Before she realized, it was the morning and Crooks lay on her chest, purring for breakfast.
-x-x-x-
Hermione knocked tentatively on his door. When she indeed was sure the wizard had Apparated out with his mother, Hermione snuck into Severus’ room and gently shut the door behind her.
She had been dying to know what sorts of potions and elixirs he had been working on. Ever since her days as his student, she knew there was an element of mystery to the Potions Master that begged to be explored.
“Where is that Amortentia...” she whispered, tilting the labelled bottles to take a closer look. Severus had finished brewing his variant some days ago, but needed a secondary test subject before he could patent the potion.
Aha! Hermione spotted the soft pink liquid in the vial, opened the cap and took a whiff of the contents. It smelled of....freshly brewed coffee and wet soil, lilies and bath soap. It smelled like....
She shook her head, smiling to herself as she remembered the afternoon clipping off gnome-caps with Severus. But wasn’t it too soon for her to develop such strong preferences? After all, she had known Ron for years before they had their first kiss and it had been many months more until they did the deed. Attraction could not happen so fast.
She took a bit of the potion on her finger and smelled it, when the sound of the front door opening caught her off guard. Licking her finger clean, she snuck off into the hallway and went downstairs to help Mrs Snape with her groceries.
“Ah, idiot boy, hurry up and put that frozen corn under Stasis before it melts,” cried the old woman, shooing Severus off into the kitchen. “Ah! Dearie, no need to help. You have many other things to do today, I’m sure.”
Hermione wasn’t looking at Mrs Snape. Her focus was on Severus who was Levitating groceries into the pantry. She wasn’t sure if it was the shirt of the hair or the way he was moving his wand, but she wanted to pin him against the wall and so unspeakable things to him.
Slowly backing up, Hermione made her way into a private study room that went off the main parlour library. She held onto the desk, as the walls shuddered and drifted back into focus. Suddenly, the smell of the book pages was so overwhelming and sweet, she could taste them at the back of her mouth. The sunlight that was fading over the horizon was so bright, Hermione sank onto the floor and shielded her eyes, her back hitting the cold wall of the fireplace. Her heart beat faster than a Quidditch broomstick in the heat of a match. She yearned to be close to someone, but not just to anyone...
The wizard directly behind that door.
Whatever was in this Potion, it was driving her absolutely feral with desire for the Potions Master. She counted down the seconds for the elixir to dissolve into her body and flush out with her sweat.
That’s it...sweat. She’d sweat out the potion. Levitating a few logs into the pit, she began to work her way into a fire charm, when the door creaked open.
“....and don’t forget to clean out the fireplace!” yelled Mrs Snape before he shut the door and made his way over.
“Granger...”
Hermione rolled to her knees, all covered in black soot, and shrugged. “I was...going to get a head start on the fire. Getting quite cold....”
He eyed her up and down, his gaze darkening. “You appear to be beside yourself.”
“Just tired.”
“Your pupils.” Severus knelt down, tilting up her chin with the tip of his finger. “They’re quite enlarged. And your breath...” He took her shoulders. “I must Apparate you to St. Mungos.”
“No-”
“You’re in the midst of a seizure-”
“ItooktheAmortentiaPotion,” Hermione said in a single breath.
They sat there on the floor, the truth slowly evaporating between them. Severus nodded. “What did you smell?”
“Soap...dirt....I don’t really remember....it smelled a bit like you...”
He instantly produced a quill and paper from the nearby writing desk and began to write. Seriously? She shouldn’t have been the slightest bit surprised.
“And approximately how long did it take for symptoms to show?”
“Maybe five minutes.”
“Very good-”
“-how long is this going to last!” Hermione hugged her knees to her chest, suddenly feeling very exposed and melting-point hot in her belly. “I think I’m going to burst.”
“The effects of the potion will lessen naturally in an hour-”
An hour? “Can’t they go away quicker?”
His mouth curved into a grin, “with the satisfaction of the urges, instantly.”
“I want them gone, now.” Hermione’s voice melted into a moan. One more minute and her insides were going to shrivel up. She’d never wanted to be taken so badly.
Truly? Was what Severus would have asked had some untamed part of her not pulled him down into her lap and bit into his neck and cheeks. Her head sank over the logs of the fireplace and he lay over top of her and kissed her with the same hunger as some days ago in the garden.
“Oh Merlin, I actually need to fuck you,” she mumbled, ripping his shirt buttons apart.
“Patience, Granger,” he said with a huff, exposing himself to her appetite. “Have you ever been taken in a fireplace?”
She shook her head. Why did that matter when she literally needed to be filled in any which way possible?!
It took some adjusting on their end, but the logs had been moved aside and the fireplace enlarged enough for her bare behind to sink into the thick pile of ashed beneath.
Severus hovered over her, his bare chest only speckled with the soot. She ran her fingers through the black dust and grabbed his nipples: leaving her hand prints over top of them like temporary tattoos.
“Fuck me,” she ordered him, spreading his thighs with her kneecaps.
“Certainly,” he promised. And as you know, a Death Eater always makes good on his promises.
He sank into her, ash grounds grinding against her opening. She winced, the rough and dull pain pulsing as he moved inside her. But none of it made her want to take out his cock, even to clean it for a second. She needed it...now....and if she was going to bleed for it, then it was just a sacrifice she’d have to take.
“Cauldron,” he muttered, whining as he pressed her down into the cold stone of the fireplace.
She urged him on, legs against his backside, leaving black dimples on his ass as she plunged him deeper within.
“Its not going to work,” he finally said, withdrawing and cleaning them both enough.
He worked her up with his finger, rubbing her sore nub until she was crying out in pain against the palm that held her mouth shut. Propriety needed to be kept. And then, like a flash of lightening, she released, diving over the edge of her desire.
In a moment, the heat within her body and the urges subsided, leaving her a dirty mess in the dark cavern of the fireplace.
“Fucking hell,” he swore, wiping a black streak across his forehead. “Made me get religion.”
She laughed.
He helped her up, Scourgifying all remains of soot off them before shrinking the fireplace back down to size.
Yes, she had washed herself well that night. Even as she lay under the covers, she could swear there were rough grains under her, reminding her of what she just did mere hours ago with the one wizard she could hardly imagine being alone with.
-x-x-x-
“Excellent news.” Severus placed a steaming hot plate of bacon in front of Hermione. “The latest variant of Amortentia has been patented.”
The little black heart-shaped bottle of liquid with a streak of pink along the lid stood in the centre of the table. Mrs Snape picked it up, looking unimpressed.
“This is your big project boy? Poppycock. No one needs this.”
“If I may, it is the most popular product in our Apothecary,” Hermione said, sipping her coffee. “We can barely keep up with the orders.”
Mrs Snape’s expression grew a tad softer. “Pooh. Soon you’ll be telling me that you’ve saved up enough to move out of Spinner’s End!”
Hermione and Severus exchanged a knowing glance. They’d break the news to her eventually. Not quite right now, but definitely once Hermione’s baby bump began to show more. Then they wouldn’t have to pretend that the giant house on the opposite end of Cokeworth---the one with the large garden and separate brewing laboratory---- belonged to one of Severus’ many clients and they were just pet sitting until they returned home from the Amalfi Coast.
Crooks purred, rubbing himself against Mrs Snape’s feet. Kneazles always seemed to know what to do to lessen the tension.
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She Slithered In Next Door	By : Mumka Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 1253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She Slithered In Next Door