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Reverse Time (Harry Potter, HG/SS, rated R 1/1)

lilyrose2234 — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 22:19:26 GMT

REVERSE TIME

Author: Lily

Email: silentghost314@gmail.com

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape

Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just having fun with them.

Rating: R to be sure but rather PG 13

Warning: Deathly Hollows Spoilers. Don't read further if you don't want to know.

Summary: After Deathly Hollows, Hermione can't stand the man she loved in secret died. So she came back into time to change the past.

Note: English is not my native tongue.

Months after Voldemort's defeat, Hermione was still grieving her lost love. She had turned thinner and darker. She was moody. She was teaching at Hogwarts without any conviction. She was haunted by Severus Snape's last words, when he was dying, when he told her he loved her. She remembered when Harry had knelt by Snape's side. She had come by him and Snape had smiled to her. She had been stunned by this smile, so kind, so sweet, so different from his usual sarcastic grins. She had knelt by his side in turn and Snape had taken her hand in his, already icy.

"I never told you... now I can... as it doesn't matter anymore," he had whispered. "I love you."

Hermione's eyes had widened. "You... love... me?" she had croaked, barely aware that Harry was getting up, leaving them alone.

"I've been in love since I saw you at that stupid Yule Ball, in your incredible pink dress. The little girl had turned into a beautiful young woman..." Snape had said in a breath. Blood was oozing from his wound and it was obvious he wouldn't last long.

"I love you, too, professor," Hermione had whispered, opening her heart for the very first time.

"Don't lie."

"I don't. I've been in love with you for a long time," Hermione had confessed, not a little girl anymore but a woman talking to a man.

"Too bad either of us didn't say a word," Snape had faintly smiled.

His fingers were loosing their grip on Hermione's hand.

"Don't die," she had cried.

"I'm afraid I've no choice," Snape had replied in his usual sarcastic voice. "I love you, Hermione."

It had been his last words. His eyes had closed, his fingers had become limp. A single tear had run along Hermione's cheek. She had got up and she had come back to the battle. Only when she had been alone she had whimpered, crying her heart out, howling in the dark of the night. Only Harry had known why she was so devastated and he had kept her secret. Now he was trying to help her the best he could.

Still stunned by Snape's confession, haunted by the fact the man she had loved had loved her, too but both had been too proud or too shy to admit it, she couldn't help but try to think to a way to change that. She was a powerful, adult witch now and she knew she could find a way. If only...

"I could use the reverse time turner," Hermione thought aloud.

"You can't," Harry replied. "Not on this scale."

"Would you help me to find a way?" she asked.

"What do you plan exactly?" Harry asked.

"I'll go back to time," she said. "Two years ago. I'll say to myself, in the past, what happened. I'll tell her what to do to save him. When I return time will have change its course and he'll be alive."

"And you'll be dead. Or me. Or Voldemort will have won. It's too dangerous, Hermione, even to save the man you love. I still can't believe you could be in love with a Death Eater. With our enemy. With the murderer who killed Dumbledore."

Hermione lowered his head. "He's been so unhappy, Harry! His whole life was bitter, sad, depressed. By following Voldemort he just wanted a revenge."

But Harry's gaze was harsh and Hermione knew she would have to find a way on her own. Day after day, she worked hard on ancient parchments, reading countless tales of time reversing, some of them true, some of them pure legend. Then she found out. She checked everything twice, thrice. She didn't tell Harry. She knew he would do everything he could to prevent her to reverse time. To his eyes, Snape wasn't just worthy of it. Hermione had the feeling she was the only one to remember Snape and to grieve him. For the other ones, including the people dear to her heart, Snape's death was just a good riddance.

She locked herself in a dungeon and took the time turner, the jar where she had prepared the right potion and her wand. Snape would have been proud of her for the potion needed was harsh to master. But she was sure she succeeded. She took it then swallow it. She took her wand, said the right formula before using the reverse time turner.

She had to close her eyes as the time swayed then warped around her. She saw countless sunrises and sunshines until her head spinned then everything stopped. She listened. Nothing. With a firm gesture, she opened the door.

Five years' Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were walking and talking in the hallway.

"I told you that you would have problems!" Hermione exclaimed. "You just can't fool him."

Harry was to rispost when he stopped dead, for another Hermione was standing in front of them. An older version of Hermione, he noticed, thinner, with shadows on her face. She looked sick.

"Oh my!" young Hermione exclaimed. "It's me!"

"Of course I'm you," the older Hermione replied. "Look, I've very little time. I used the reverse time turner and a potion but it won't last for long. So listen carefully."

"When do you come from?" Harry asked in an imperious voice.

"A few months after the end of our seventh year," Hermione told him.

"Voldemort?" Harry asked. "Please tell us!"

"There was a harsh battle, that's all I can say," older Hermione said. "Hermione, you have to listen to me. I'd like to speak to you in private but I don't have time. Something went terribly wrong. The man you love in the depths of your heart..." she paused. "died."

"No!" young Hermione exclaimed. "It can't be! He can't die."

"He died. He died telling me he was in love with me, too. He was killed by Voldemort. Hermione, you have to go to him and tell him you love him."

"You're a fool!" young Hermione exclaimed. "I'd neve dare! Besides, he would make a fool of me! Perhpas he didn't even know he loves me."

"He loves you since the Yule Ball. Go to him, love him and this will change the curse of time. But be aware, Hermione, that his loyalty is... dubtious."

On these very words, older Hermione disappeared in a flash of light, called back by her own timeline.

Five Year's Hermione took a deep breath. She barely heard Ron asking who was the man she loved. She shrugged and left without a single word, too shaken by older Hermione's tale to care. Snape was going to die! She had to do something to save him! Older Hermione had told her she just had to love him to save him but she would have liked to know more. Hundred of questions were hitting her by now.

"Do you believe that?" Ron asked Harry. "We fought You-know-Who and we won!"

"How would you know?" Harry asked.

"Well, Hermione, I mean the Hermione from the future, is alive."

"She may be alive but it doesn't mean we won," Harry replied. "Did you notice how sick and sad she looked like?"

"She told the man she loved died. Oh boy! What does it mean? Who's that guy? Krum you think?"

"How the hell do you want me to know?" Harry shrugged.

"Maybe... oh Harry, I hope she wasn't talking about you!" Ron suddenly thought aloud.

"Hermione's not in love with me," Harry shrugged again. "Come on! Hermione from the future told us his loyalty was dubtious. Would my loyalty to myself be dubtious?"

"Well, in that case, it's not me either," Ron said.

"I know," Harry smiled, patting his best friend's shoulder.

"Then who?" Ron wondered.

Harry didn't answer. He had caught sight of Hermione. She was talking to Professor Snape. Poor Hermione! This wasn't just her day.

Hermione's steps had come to cross Snape's in the middle of the hallway. She looked at him. He loves me, she thought. He knows he loves me. She took a deep breath. She wouldn't allow him to die. She summoned up her courage. Go girl, go!

"Professor?" she courteously asked to get his attention.

"Miss Granger?" he acknolodged her presence.

"I was wondering... I've some problems to master potions this year. Really a lot of difficulties to follow the class," Hermione lied. "I would have like to knnow... I know I'm not Slytherin... but..." she was aware she was blushing. "Would you care to give me some private lessons about a few potions? I will fail my exams if I don't do better than I do."

Snape looked at her with half closed eyes, wondering what she had on her mind.

"Please, sir," she added with a true, guenuine smile. "I really need some help."

When he saw Hermione smile to him like that, Snape's heart melted.

"Granted, Miss Granger," he sighed. "My office, at 8 P.M."

"Thank you, sir," Hermione smiled again before leaving.

Older Hermione came back from the past with a the feeling her body had fragmented. She caught herself back and looked around her. She wasn't in the dungeon anymore but in the hallway.

"Hermione, are you okay?" a familiar voice asked.

She faintly smiled to Ron. "Fine," she whispered.

Did it work? Was he alive?

She ran a shaking hand in her hair then froze, looking at her hand.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Your hand, you moron!" Ron laughed.

"No! The ring?" she exclaimed.

Ron sighed.

"Your wedding band, you idiot."

"My wedding band?" Hermione dumbly repeated.

Ron shook his head. "Sometimes, Hermione, I wonder how such a smart girl like you can... Hey, Harry, Hermione's weird."

Coming toward them, Harry smiled and the very first thing Hermione caught sight of was the wedding band he was wearing.

"You... you..." she babbled.

Oh boy, she had married Harry Potter!

"You look like you saw the devil itslef," a deep, silky voice said from behind.

She turned on her heels.

"Professor!"

Harry burst into laugher while Snape smiled, looking slightly embarassed.

"Well, Severus, does she always call you professor? That's some interesting glimpse into your personal life!" Harry laughed.

"Somedays Harry I deeply regret I can't put you in detention again," Snape said, laughing in turn. "Hermione, sweetheart, you don't look well."

Sweetheart! Hermione's heart missed a beat. Then she noticed Snape was wearing a wedding band, too. Could she had succeed?

"Mrs Snape?" a little and shy voice interrupted them.

A first year, blushing to the root of her red hair, was handing her a parchment. "You forgot this in the class."

"Thanks," Hermione mechanically said, taking the parchment. Mrs Snape. The girl had called her Mrs Snape.

Snape took her hand in his. "Come," he ordered in his best teacher tone. "You need some rest."

She followed him, walking on a cloud. She had succedded! Severus Snape was in love with her and had even married her. The ex-death eather had married a murky blood. She barely noticed they headed to Snape's private appartments and entered them before going to the bedroom. There, Snape helped her to the bed.

"Lie down. You're pale. What's going on, love?"

Love! She smiled.

"Nothing, professor," she said.

"Hermione, you know I like our little games but not tonight," he said to her with a tender smile. "Tonight I'd like we have sex without games... just plain and simple sex. I'm spent and you look like you need some sleep. Hermione, you're blushing?"

Sex! He talked to have sex with her like a casual thing! He came by the bed, bent and kissed her on the lips. Hermione felt so surprised she opened her mouth to speak but he took advange to slid his tongue in her mouth and give her a deep kiss that let her shaken to the bones. Then she noticed his hand was on her breast and she pushed her back.

"Wait!" she exclaimed.

This was going far too fast for her. A few hours ago she was grieving a lost love. A few hours ago she had never let a man kiss her like that and certainly not touch her breats. Now the man she loved wanted to have sex with her. Her head spinned.

"Professor... Severus, I've something to tell you." Oh boy, how the use of his first name sounded strange to her ears.

"Can't it wait tomorrow?" Snape asked, taking his coat off. Then his black shirt. Then he began to undo his fly and Hermione gasped.

"Stop!" she exclaimed.

Snape froze.

"Please put your shirt back on," she asked.

He looked at her like if she had turned mad but nevertheless complied.

"I've something to tell you. Rather something to confess."

"That I guessed," he replied, sitting on the bed and holding her. "Tell me, love. I guess it starts as in 'I made a potion I don't master that well and it all messed up'", he resumed, stroking her hair and kissing her on the lips. "My brilliant, young wife."

Hermione's heart melted. Wife. She smiled.

"Professor... I used the time reverse turner, a potion and a spell. To change the past and therefore, the present. About us."

"What?" Snape croaked. "Do you know how dangerous it is? Hermione..."

He hold her tigh. "Hermione, a single change in the past and we could lose everything. Including our present happiness. You know how your love was important to the fact I turned from Death Eather to Harry's friend. You know how you made me feel so good, so happy, so worthy just because you loved me that I left Voldemort without a single regret. You know from where I come from, Hermione. This is too fragile to play with the past."

"In my present, a few hours ago, before I used the time reverse turner," Hermione whispered, locking eyes with him, "we never had a chance to tell each other about our feelings and you died a follower of Voldemort. You died in my arms, telling me you loved me."

Then Hermione told Snape everything.

When she was done, she looked expectingly at him.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked in a little voice.

"Mad at you?" Snape replied. "Mad at you? Hermione, what you did... is the kindest thing someone did for me. And kind is a weak word. You endangered everything for me. To save me. I can't say how upset I am, how moved I am. Nobody in my entire life loved me as you do."

She smiled and dared to take his hand in his. Last time she had done this he was dying.

"I love you, professor," she said.

"I love you, too," Snape said with tenderness, stroking her cheek.

He held her and she let her head rest on his shoulder. But soon she gently pushed him away.

"Professor, I lost my memories. I mean, I don't remember things I never lived. I don't remember us. I don't remember our first... kiss. In my mind I'm still... uh... you know...."

"A virgin?" Snape raised a brow. "That I guessed. As you were in the center of the time warp, you're still in your own timeline."

"I'm okay to have sex with you if you like," Hermione bluntly said, blushing to the root. "But I'd rather wait."

"Do you think I'm that of a bastard to ask you to make love with me like if nothing had happened?" Snape asked. "Hermione, I thought you would know me better. I'll wait, of course. You don't have to be frightened."

"I'm not. Professor, what did you mean by games?"

Snape had such a naughty, saucy smile that Hermione blushed.

"Sometimes we play teacher and student, my dear. Again and again. That's a fantasy that turns you on so hard it would be petty to deprive you of it."

Hermione was so red that she had the feeling her face was in fire.

"Professor," she began.

"Hermione, I know you don't remember, but I would like if you call me by my first name," he softly interrupted her.

Hermione nodded.

"Severus..." she savored every syllabe on her tongue. "Severus, for how long have we been married? Were you my first lover? Since when are we lovers?" she asked in a breath.

"Three months. Yes. Two years," was Snape sharp, amused answer.

Hermione laughed. "Kiss me," she suddenly asked. "You never kissed me."

"My pleasure, love," he said, benting over her.

His kiss was passionate and Hermione melted into it, fully savoring his taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I want you, Severus, I do want you, but it's so new to me..."

"I'm not a beast, dear," Snape replied. "I think I can spend one night without making love with you... even if it's going to be quite hard to live on."

He disappared in the bathroom and came back clad in a very decent black silky pajamas. Hermione found a blue sikly pajamas and put it on. It was all strange to enter the same bad as Professor Snape. Her husband. Her lover for two years.

"How was it? Our first time?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Passionate. Volcanic. Wonderful." was the amused answer.

"You kidding. Two years ago... I didn't even ever see a man naked."

"That I know. You were rather curious about that. I had the weird feeling of being a subject of observation," Snape laughed. "Hermione, could you stop asking questions like this? You're giving me a hard-on." He swore then corrected. "Sorry I didn't mean to shock you."

"It's okay. I'm not that of a naive young girl. Are you really... aroused?"

"Want to check out?" he teased her.

Suddenly Hermione wasn't herself. She stretched her hand.

"Miss Granger, you're shocking me," Snape said in his best teacher tone. "What a way of behaving from a virgin girl!"

Hermione blushed in the dark. "I don't know what's happening to me. I never act like this! I mean, I feel like it was familiar but it's not."

"If my memories are correct, you were like that in the beginning. Shy but curious and sometimes very bold."

Hermione grabbed the sheet as a life saving. Her hand had barely brushed against Snape's arousal but she felt all weird. She craved to touch him again.

"Would you be shocked if I..." she began. She stopped dead.

"No. Whatever you were asking for, the answer is no."

She rolled on herself and ended into his waiting arms. She could feel his arousal but she wasn't frightened anymore. She trusted him. He wrapped his arms around her, her head resting on his chest. She felt so happy she thought she was going to cry.

"I love you," she whispered in the dark.

"I love you," he answered in a hoarse voice.

Sleep claimed Hermione before she was able to think. She was exhausted. But Severus Snape spent long hours wondering what timeline Hermione had changed. In his own, she had come to ask him for private lessons during her fifth year. He had granted her, thinking she was just asking for lessons. He was in love with her and he felt guilty about these feelings he couldn't master because she was so young, her student and an enemy. But soon, during the hours they came to spend together, they had turned more intimate. He had taken a real pleasure to teach her potions far more advanced than these required for her exams. She was brilliant and when adult, she would turn a challenger, which he appreciated. They had come to joke together. Then, one evening he had kissed her. They had confessed their feellings towards each other. However, as hard as Snape had wanted her, he wouldn't have turn her into his lover so quickly hadn't she taken the lead. They had became lovers. Soon Snape had confessed her everything about Voldemort. He felt like if his past as a Death Eater was a bad dream. He had turned to the right side. Happy, loved by a beautiful young woman, feeling worthy of her love, he had no more reason to feel anger and desire of revenge. They had fought side by side the final battle against Voldemort, leaving some good friends behind them, risking their lives. Snape had been close to die but Hermione was there, wand in hand, ready to save the man she loved more than life itself.

For they had kept their love affair secret, Snape remembered Harry Potter's face when, at the end of the battle, Hermione had rushed into Snape's arms and kissed him on the mouth in front of everybody. He had to admit that he had savored that moment, images of James dancing in front his eyes. This time he was the one who got the girl. Hermione was eighteen then and he had proposed her. They were married within one month in a discreet wedding.

Hermione woke up in the morning, not sure where she was. She saw Severus still lying by her side, looking at her with tenderness. She stretched her hand to stroke his cheek but stopped.

"You see this?" she asked.

"What?"

"Like if everything was distorded!" she exclaimed.

"It's a time wave!" he told her. "Let it happen!"

He couldn't see the wave itself as Hermione did but he was aware of the air brushing her long hair, hitting her, wrapping her into a blue light. Then the light disappear. Hermione looked around her.

"You still love me?" she asked.

"No way it could be otherwise."

"We're still married?"

"Of course, Mrs Snape. Don't even think to a divorce."

"Never," she smiled. "Oh boy, Severus, I do remember both timeline. The one you... died and this one. I do remember our first time. I do remember everything."

"Too bad," he teased her. "I would have like to make love to you for the first time... a second time."

Hermione had a saucy smile.

"Well, we can always pretend, don't you think my love?"

He joined her on the bed.

THE END

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Never (HP, Hermione/Snape, PG)

lilyrose2234 — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 02:02:43 GMT

NEVER...

Author: Lily

Email: silentghost314@gmail.com

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Hermione/Snape

Rating: PG

Note: English's not my native tongue.

Note 2: The first installment in a possible series. PG for now but could be NC17 at the end.

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Like ever, she raised her hand so hard and so straight she looked like she wanted to touch the ceiling. He had an inner sight. Of course she knew the answer. She always knew the answer. Had she been a Slytherin she would have been her favorite pupil for the very first day. But she was a Gryffindor and more, she was Harry Potter's friend. Even perhaps girlfriend, or would-be girlfriend, and that Professor Snape couldn't bear it.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" he allowed her to speak in a weary tone.

He barely listened when she spoke the right ingredients of the potion. Through his half-closed eyes he was watching her. Even in her school uniform she was beautiful. He remembered her the first time he saw her. She was a little girl at that time, an annoying little girl with her hand raised straight and hard, eager to give him the right answer, to show him she had learned her lesson, like the good little girl she was. He had found her irritating. He didn't like too good students, students too earger to please their teachers. Besides he had been warned by public rumor and Drago Malfoy she was Potter's friend and for that only he had disliked her. Now, six years later, he had to admit he couldn't claim that anymore.

He remembered the ball day two years ago when he had seen her in that incredible pink dress, her bushy hair nicely done, her pretty face barely covered by make-up or at least he tought this was make-up. The annoying little girl had turned into a beautiful young lady and he would have killed to make her waltz. Even before he had noticed how smart she was. She was a brain. She was challenging. Sometimes he wondered how it would be to take her as his personal pupil like he had done sometimes with very promising students. He would have done it with Drago Malfoy if the boy hadn't been so antipathic and full of himself that he couldn't bear him. Besides Malfoy wasn't that brilliant. Hermione - Miss Granger, was. For a while now, if she still read a lot of books, she had taken confidence in her own skills and she had begun to do magic all by herself. He knew that and he would have like to guide her. To guide her brilliant mind.

But he would never dare to offer that to her. He knew she hated him, passionately because he disliked Potter and because, as well, very little students liked him. He was respected for his skills and feared for his mood but not loved like Dumbledore or even Iris. He would never expose himself to Miss Granger's disdain by offering her private lessons. Besides he wondered how he would handle to stay alone with her for hours. He imagined them in his office, breathing her perfume, listening to her voice, looking at her lovely face. He would soon forget his age and hers, his status and her and take her in a passionate kiss.

He wondered if she had been kissed. Of course she had been! She was a young woman now.

Professor Snape was aware he was teaching his students the right ingredients of a potion but he couldn't tell for a life saving what he was talking about. He was only aware of Miss Granger's eyes on him. Even if she disliked him, she was listening to his teachings. At least, he was a valuable teacher to her eyes.

Hermione's eyes were wide open and attentive and she was taking notes about the potion but she couldn't tell what Snape was talking about. She was just listening to his deep, silky voice and was looking at his seducing face rather than really paying attention to his words. He could have read the phone book she would still be listening. Hermione caught herself back. She couldn't allow herself to daydream like that in the middle of a class. She would die of shame. She remembered the precise day she had begun to think about Professor Snape like a man, not only a teacher she didn't like very much and feared a lot. It was the night after the ball. She was asleep and she was dreaming. In her dream she was waltzing with professor Snape and then, he kissed her. She woke up at that very moment, her lips still tasting Snape's mouth on hers. Her heart was beating randomly hard in her young chest and she had called herself a fool. Professor Snape was her teacher, a man old enough to be her father, a Slytherin and Harry's personal enemy. He was even perhaps a You-Know-Who follower.

Only Hermione's heart wasn't as disciplined as her mind and she had begun to dream about Professor Snape and not only during the nights. She was now eager for his class hours and she was more attentive than ever. He was brilliant. He was irritating, often showing disdain, but he was so brilliant that she could forgive him his everlasting sarcastic mood. If only he could make clear he wasn't a deatheater anymore! If only she could trust him like she trusted Dumbledore! But Professor Snape wasn't very talkative and nobody could tell for sure what he was thinking. He was very secretive, something Hermione thought it added to the mystery. She liked his dark mood. She liked the way he looked so little impressed by everything. She remembered the day, years ago when he had put himself between her and the werewolf.

Her eyes wide-opened she daydreamed that they were alone in his office. For one reason or another he had offered her private lessons because he thought she was brilliant enough to deserve his attention. He has teaching her something hard and she couldn't wave her wand the correct way. With a sight, he came behind her, took her wrist in his hand and showed her the right move. She turned by him and suddenly he kissed her. Hermione wondered how it would be to be kissed by Severus Snape. Each time she thought about that she shivered. She imagined his sensuous mouth on her, his tongue playing with her...

Hermione stopped dead. Alarms were ringing in her head and she was brutally out of her reverie by the object of her reverie himself.

"Well, Miss Granger, are you with us?" Snape snapped in his usual, dry tone.

"Yes, Sir," Hermione said automatically.

"Then perhaps you would like to take a parchment and write down what I asked you to do," Snape kept on in his usual low, deep voice, prelude to detention calls.

Hermione became aware everybody had taken a sheet of paper and was writing down furiously. She took a piece of parchment and her quill, totally lost. She looked at Harry.

"The ingredients of the potion," he told her in a whisper.

Luckily, part of Hermione's brain had actually listened to Professor Snape's teaching and she began to write down the ingredients, aware that her hand was slightly shaking. She was surprised Snape hadn't taken ten points out of Gryffindor for her lack of attention. When the bell rang she felt relieved. She waited for the other students to give the professor their copy before getting up and doing the same.

As always her heart was beating hard in her chest as she approached him. She handed him her copy and then, unexpectedly, their fingers brushed. It was barely a feather stroke, barely one split second but their skin entered in contact. Hermione bit her tongue hard, feeling blood rushing to her face. She fled away before blushing to the root of her hair but Snape's voice caught her back.

"Miss Granger?"

She faced him again, aware that they were now alone in the deserted room.

"Is something bothering you, Miss Granger? You looked disturbed," Professor Snape asked in such an unusual, gentle way that her eyes widened despite her.

"No Sir. Nothing is bothering me," she answered, her mouth dry.

Professor Snape nodded then motioned her to go. She obeyed, feeling like a robot. What the hell was going on? Professor Snape had asked her if she had a problem, apparently willing to help her. Or something like that. It was so unlike him Hermione wondered what he had on his mind. But when she left the room she had a big smile on her face.

Snape looked at Hermione's copy. It was perfect as usual, even if her writing was a bit unsure. He wondered about who she was thinking when he had interrupted her reverie. Probably a young man. He hoped it was no Potter. He looked at the class and noticed something black on Hermione's desk. It was a ribbon she used to tame her rebellious hair. He looked around him then took it and pocketed it, aware of the ridiculous situation.

Hermione was walking in the corridor, trying to answere to Ron's questions about the interrogation. He had messed up the formula and was spitting against Snape. Harry was silent. Hermione was far away. She thought about the second their fingers had brushed. She had felt like an electric current in her whole body. And what if... but no! It couldn't be. Never such a man as Professor Snape would look at her in a romantic way.

Never Hermione - Miss Granger, would look at him in a romantic way, Snape sighed. For he was too old, too moody, too... he wasn't Harry Potter. He wasn't that stupid Quidditch player. He was only a teacher she would forget with relief as soon as she would have left Hogwarts.

THE END

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elaborationlove — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 01:54:29 GMT

Title: Potions vs. History
Team Name: Death Eather.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge(s): Medal
Characters: Severus, Hermione, OMC
Author's Notes: It's been awhile.

X-posted.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look what I’ve got!”

“It seems you did rather well then,” Severus lifted his child onto his hip, examining the Second Place Potions Medal.

Hermione followed in the door shortly after, and stuck her hip out. Jasper ran off, eager to somehow attach his new achievement on his wall.

“You were hoping he’d be a history buff, weren’t you?” he laughed.

“Can you blame me?” she grinned.

“More money in potions.”

“More morality in history.”

“He is a Slytherin, is he not?” Severus reminded her, twisting a lock of her hair.

“I still think that hat is rigged.”

***
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elaborationlove — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 14:05:52 GMT

Title: The Slytherin Shopping List
Team Name: Death Eather.
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: PG
Challenge(s): Severus Goes Shopping, Broken, Dialogue Only, Minerva Wants A Word, Best of All The Lost Arts
Characters: Severus, Hermione, Minerva McGonagall
Author's Notes: None.

X-posted.

Severus Goes Shopping :: The Slytherin Shopping List

“What’s this?” Hermione pulled some licorice out of the shopping bag.

“Licorice, my dear.”

“I’m aware, but…it wasn’t on the list.” She sifted through the items. “Raisins? Dark chocolate? Green apples? Broccolli? I hate broccoli! And lettuce?”

She saw the pattern that was appearing. Green. Black. “Severus, we are not eating Slytherin food. None of these things were on the list and I was very careful to be sure that—“

He kissed her, then pulled away, leaving her dizzy. “Then you can do the shopping next time,” he said, then slipped a piece of shoe-string licorice into his mouth.

Broken :: A Case of Forgetting in Panic

Shink! Crash! Creench!

Severus’ hand flew over his mouth. “Oh Merlin.”

“Sev, are you okay?” Hermione called from upstairs.

“Um…er…yes…” He looked over the fallen vase worriedly. “Damn,” he hissed. Hadn’t she loved this vase? Wasn’t it a family heirloom? “Damn, damn.”

She padded down the stairs, drying her hair and saw the vase shattered in pieces at the bottom.

“Hermione, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and—“

“Reparo!”

Severus flushed with embarrassment. In his panic, he had forgotten he was a wizard.

He grinned sheepishly. “Thanks.”

Hermione kissed his cheek and bounced off to the kitchen.

Dialogue Only :: The Depeche Mode

“I just can’t get enough. I just can’t get enough.”

“Why do you listen to this ghastly music?”

“There’s nothing ghastly about it.”

“That sound! It’s not even an instrument, what is it?”

“A synthesizer. It’s an instrument. Believe me.”

“And what is this? Depeche Mode? What an idiotic name!”

“It is not! It means Fashion Update. It was from a French magazine.”

“What possessed them to use the name of an assumed-women’s magazine?”

“I don’t know. It’s just music, Sev. Now, dance with me.”

“Stop bouncing about. It’s embarrassing. And this music is so droning.”

“So what? Loosen up!”

Minerva Wants a Word :: Christmas Presents

His fingers were impossibly tangled in her hair. The knock at the door startled them both. Severus pressed his lips to her cheek quickly and then stalked off to the door.

“Severus.” Minerva nodded curtly, and he swallowed.

They weren’t doing anything wrong. She was of age now. She was acting upon her own will. He repeated this to himself several times.

“There’s something I must speak to you about.”

“Of course.”

“What are you getting Albus for Christmas? I’m stuck for this year.”

Hermione tried to let her sigh of her own relief out quietly. Severus didn’t look over.

Best of All the Lost Arts :: Vacation in Italy

“This is a real treasure. I can’t even imagine how much it’s worth.”

Hermione was careful not to touch anything but the edges of the original Da Vinci painting.

“Now aren’t you glad we took this trip?”

“Not particularly.”

Hermione didn’t respond to his lack of enthusiasm. “I wonder who would take it.”

“You’re giving it away?”

“Well, yes. I’ve no use for it.”

Severus rolled his dark eyes. A smile still crept on his lips, an offering to her quirky personality.

Hermione grinned back. “Now that,” she pointed to his grin, “is the best of all the lost arts.”

***
Hope you enjoyed!

The Final Goodbye

workaholic1231 — Tue, 14 Aug 2007 20:25:51 GMT

The Final Goodbye
Word Count: 530
Rating: PG
Authors Notes: This was part of a challenge on the Snape/Hermione thread of Veritaserum. It was supposed to be a simple question, but I took it a step further.

Disclaimer: Maybe one day I'll be creative enough to control my own characters, but until then, everything belongs to the amazing Jo Rowling.

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elaborationlove — Tue, 14 Aug 2007 20:24:10 GMT

Title: The Dress and the Key
Author: elaborationlove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus/Hermione
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: The package was centered on her bed by the time she arrived back from the Great Hall.
Author's Notes: First S/H
Beta Credit: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 3,318

The package was centered on her bed by the time she arrived back from the Great Hall. She ran her finger down the brown-paper-bag which held the mysterious gift and then sat next to it on her bed. It was addressed to her, in fine, flawless handwriting. The corner of the package lacked a return address, which caused Hermione to hesitate in opening the package. She poked it, lifted it, squeezed it all in attempt to figure out what could be inside without actually opening it to avoid harm and injury.

She turned the soft, crinkling package over and saw that tape was holding it together. A note was attached to the meeting of the ends of the wrapping. The small, eight-by-four inch paper was folded in half, concealing the message inside. Hermione lifted the top of it.

Miss Granger,

It is my sincere wish you wear this to the upcoming ball, celebrating the one-year anniversary of the end of the war. I shall see you there.

It was not signed. Hermione pushed her hair out of her face and sighed. Perhaps a student had found her fighting admirable and had developed a likeness for her during the war. She hadn’t been the only one to return to school when the fighting had finished. All of the students who had fought had at least a year left of education, though it was not mandatory for them to return. The ministry had said they were welcome to come back any time to complete their education. Some had chosen to take some time to recoup themselves, the stress of school too much for their fragile emotions. Determined, Hermione opted to return to school as had many others, though she hadn’t expected so many.

Hermione broke the tape’s seal with her nail. The paper unfolded, slightly and she slid what felt like silk out of the package. She unfurled the fabric and saw that the contents on which she had been debating on was a yellow, silk dress. The skirt of it was layered in ruffles that were short in the front and got long, diagonally, in the back. The top had a low cut neckline, with a collar, similar to the long, smooth ruffles on the skirt, waving and free.

She gasped as she ran her hand over it, shocked at its softness.

-

“Miss Granger, if I could have a word.”

Hermione looked up from packing her things. She nodded slowly with her mouth parted, and then continued packing up as the rest of the class left. The quill she had been using slipped into the side of her bag and she closed the clasp, securing her belongings.

“Yes, Professor?”

“I feel we’ve known each other long enough that you may call me Severus.”

“Then I should return the favor and ask you call me Hermione.”

He nodded and looked down, placing his hand on the corner of his desk.

“You wanted to speak with me?” she prompted.

“Yes; I trust you received the package I sent you?”

She bit her lip. “The dress?”

He looked up at her. “Yes, of course.”

Hermione straightened herself. “I—yes, I did. But…I don’t understand.”

“Nor do I. I just wanted to be sure it made it to your quarters.”

“I’d hardly call them quarters.”

He shrugged. Seeing as how he had not dismissed her, she took his distraction to take a moment to look on his desk. She had never observed the trinkets and such that it held and she was curious to see a picture frame, face down, glass shattered around the edges. She lifted it delicately and observed the black and white photo.

“Please, Miss Granger—“

“Is this you?” she asked, ignoring his slip of tongue.

He nodded. “Yes, but I ask, please—“

“Wait, I just…” she looked up at him and then back at the picture, comparing the two. “You were a very attractive young man,” she commented.

“Time has not been kind.”

Hermione gazed towards the breathing Severus again. She placed the picture down, standing as it should have been and then lifted her finger tips to his jaw. He flinched as flesh met flesh and took a sharp intake of air.

“Why do you say that?” she asked dreamily.

“If I had ever been attractive, as you suggested, I certainly am not any more.”

She took a slow step closer to him, their bodies nearly touching. Her fingers trailed towards his lips.

“M-m-miss-miss Granger…”

“Hermione,” she reminded, tilting her head.

“Erm, yes. Yes. You are very pretty, however, I feel this may be inappropriate,” he finished nervously.

“Severus,” she said, her voice getting lower, “whatever caused you to be so…so…”

“Self-depreciating?”

“Yes.”

“I shall not entertain you with my sob story, Granger, despite how much you may like to hear it.”

She smirked, slightly, understanding. Her affections were new to him. He had no notion of how to act with them and therefore offered all he could manage—hostility and disbelief. Somehow she was sure that he did feel something like attraction towards her, however, or else he would not be so fidgety and restless.

Hermione took a lock of his hair between her fingers and twirled it. Severus closed his eyes, eager to not show a reaction to her touch.

“I could love you, you know.”

“You’d be the first.”

She closed her eyes slowly and opened them again as she kissed his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut.

“Hermione—“

“Shhh.”

His hands shook as he reached to touch her face. She guided them with her own and caressed him, reassuringly. As he became more comfortable in their stance, Hermione allowed him to take charge. She dipped her head, her cheeks tingling with anticipation. A shiver shot up the man’s spine when she gasped at his touch to her neck. He could feel her pulse racing like thestrals. His pulse shot up at the recognition.

“Come.”

Severus grabbed Hermione’s hand and led her to the back of the room where there was a door. She had never noticed it before and was surprised when it opened to reveal a long, dark, stone hallway, complete with torches on the wall. The long walk was interrupted by his turning back to see her, taking care to be sure that she was not afraid. A few times, he pushed her against a wall and came very close to kissing her but decided better of it and continued on the way.

When they arrived at his room, Severus promptly shut the door and turned back to the girl. He trailed the back of his hand against her collarbone, shifting his eyes between hers and his hand. His adam’s apple rose slightly as he swallowed before tilting his head and slowly parting his mouth against hers. As he kissed her, he fingered the heavy pendant that hung from her necklace. It was a key. He pulled away and rested his cheek against hers, and whispered into her ear, “What is this?”

“I can’t tell you,” she replied.

He suppressed a sigh and decided not to press on it any further. Perhaps he could ask her another time when he had gained more trust from her and she, from him.

Severus felt the girl’s small hands slid around him, resting on his back. His breath hitched and he spoke again, still softly, “I’ve never been surrounded by so much beauty.”

“Nor have I,” she said.

Severus pulled away from her. “I am not—“

“You are, Severus.” Hermione led him to the mirror which was opposite his bed. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his thin body. He noticed a new look about him, and with his features softened and his hands covering hers, he actually felt like perhaps he wasn’t quite as unattractive as he previously had believed.

“You’re beautiful, Sev,” she said, raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear lobe.

“Men are not beautiful,” he returned.

“They can be.”

Severus turned his gaze to the floor and then turned around in Hermione’s arms. The tips of his fingers brushed against her cheek.

“I think maybe the Sorting Hat was wrong in placing me in Slytherin.”

“Why is that?”

Severus backed Hermione up to his bed and laid her down, easily covering her body with his with snake-like ease. He kissed her neck and Hermione reached around him, locking her hands behind his neck. As he placed needy, passionate kisses along her skin, she returned with slow pecks. He lifted her slightly, wrapping his arms around her small frame, encasing her against him.

“Because,” he began to answer at last, biting lightly on her ear, “I’m finding myself wanting to touch a Gryffindor.”

Hermione separated him from her for a moment, and he supported himself on his hands, hovering straight above her. She dipped her head, her chin touching her upper chest. A kiss was placed on her lips as Severus tilted her head back up with his fingertips beneath her chin.

“Perhaps…” he began, releasing her waist from his grip and laying on the bed, beside her, “Perhaps you should stay here tonight, to avoid…suspicion…” Severus wrapped his arms around her tummy, and she snuggled her back closer to him. He was surprised at her forwardness at wanting to be so close. If he was more sure of what, exactly, they both wanted, he might have allowed himself to love her more fully and physically, that night. Instead, he satisfied himself with just having her near.

The lights in the room dimmed.

“I doubt anyone would care. I am of legal age, even if anything more had happened, which it didn’t,” she sighed afterward, tired from the day.

Severus leaned over and kissed her hair, wondering if his previous suggestion had only been a subconscious attempt at keeping her with him.

“Do you suppose you’ll go to the ball, then?” she asked.

“I did get the dress for you. It would be a shame not to see you in it.”

“Why did you do that, anyway?”

He smiled, though she couldn’t see it, embarrassed. “I saw it and, well…I couldn’t not get it. It was made for you.”

“That’s quite a compliment but I fear the dress may be too beautiful.”

Severus’ eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean by that?”

“That I am not pretty enough to wear the dress. I appreciate the gesture, Severus, I really do, but…”

He turned her in his arms, quickly. She could see his eyes flicker in the dim light. “Are you mad, woman? You’re…you’re…there are no words.”

He was shocked to find that she had her own doubts about her image. How could she encourage him while having her own disappointments of her own image. With a sigh, he trailed the back of his fingers against her cheek. He’d make her know that she was beyond-words-beautiful if it killed him.

-

Hermione woke up early, no thanks to the sun which surely lay beyond the stone walls she was surrounded by. Would a few windows kill the man? She slid out of his grip and stretched, and then looked down to see him still asleep. It had been warm the night before and she could now see that he had taken off his black dress shirt. The shirt was so unlike him, but it suited him very well. Better than the dress robes he so often wore, even. She giggled at the thought that if he were to unbutton the top few, many of his female students would be likely to swoon.

Barely conscious, Severus groped for her hand. She offered her fingers to his touch and he grabbed them at the sense. With her other hand, Hermione reached out and touched the velvet curtain that would surround the bed, if closed. It was lined with a swirly, gold trim of rough ribbon.

She turned back to the man beside her and combed her fingers through his shiny hair. It wasn’t at all greasy, in fact, its shine was probably credited to good up keeping. As she continued to massage his head, Severus’ eyes fluttered open. He chanced a small smile, only for her.

“Hello,” he offered hoarsely.

“Hi.”

“Have you been awake long?”

“No.”

“Good.” Severus gathered her in his arms. “You slept in your day clothes. Perhaps I could offer something more comfortable?” he suggested.

She shrugged as he leaned over and picked up the black shirt from the floor. He started to hand it to her, then faltered.

“Er…I could…leave, if you like.”

He started to get up and swing his legs over the side of the bed but she grabbed his wrist.

“It’s fine. Here,” Hermione said, leading his hands to the buttons on her white shirt.

His hands shook and he felt like he ought to say something, but was blank. When he had finished undoing the trail of buttons, Severus slid the shirt off of her shoulders. He quickly slid his black shirt onto her and avoided looking her over too much. His shaking hands then made their way to her plaid skirt. He undid the button there and let it slip down her legs. The shirt was big on her, and the hem reached mid-thigh. Falling back to the bed again, he brought her down with her and held her protectively.

“Don’t go yet.”

She shook her head. “I won’t. But we’ll need to leave for breakfast soon.”

“I can make something,” he offered, kissing her head.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind going to the Hall.”

“I want to,” he insisted.

He pouted against her lips and then skimmed his tongue against her bottom lip. Hermione tucked his hair behind his ear.

“You’re so beautiful, Sev.”

He sighed, too tired to argue. She slid her hands around his back, his skin smooth and white.

“Would it be wrong to fall in love with you?” he asked carefully.

She shook her head slowly against his chest, her hand resting on his side a few inches beneath his shoulder. She kissed the area adjacent to her lips and sighed. With the tip of her finger, she traced the Dark Mark on his forearm.

“It’s kind of beautiful, despite its meaning,” she said softly. He nodded in agreement.

“It’ll disappear eventually, I think…now that he’s gone.”

“I wish we didn’t have to get up. Ever.”

“Hmmm.”

-

“Perhaps now that we’ve become confidents you’ll indulge me to the significance of the key you wear?”

“Not yet,” she said, as he spun her around. The yellow fabric spun out, showing off her now very pale legs.

“Perhaps we have spent too much time in the dark,” he said. “You no longer have a tan glow to your skin.”

“Do you find it unattractive?”

“Quite the contrary, however, I know how you love the sun. Perhaps I could chance a day in it, for you,” he smiled as he offered.

“Maybe.”

“You look amazing, love.”

“It’s the dress,” she assured him.

“Personally,” he said, moving close to her ear with a murmur of a voice, “I think you look far better without it.”

She hit his shoulder playfully.

“There are many men staring at you,” he mentioned. “I don’t like it. Don’t they know you’re—“

“What?”

“I just don’t want them looking at you.”

“Do I sense jealousy?”

Severus avoided her gaze and looked outside. “Come,” he demanded. He led her off the floor and to the balcony outside, for more reason than one. The minute they were outside he saw her shiver and offered to wrap his arms around her.

“Do you ever intend on marrying, Hermione?”

“I suppose if the right man asks.”

“And who might he be?”

She did not answer, opting to kiss him cryptically. It wasn’t clear if she meant that he was the man she spoke of or not. He held her close to him and nudged the side of her neck with his slightly crooked nose.

“Will you spend the night with me? I’ve missed you.”

She nodded against his broad chest.

“Dear gods, how did I ever manage to capture your affections?”

Hermione didn’t reply; Severus had not expected one.

“Shall we retire?”

Hermione nodded, too tired for words.

-

“You’ve always been so beautiful,” he said, watching her intently as they faced each other.

“Severus…I think maybe…”

“What?” he held her hands, encouraging her to go on.

“Well, I…”

“I’m tempted to say that I cannot read minds, however, I can. I’d rather hear you say whatever it is, though, so please do not leave me in agony any longer.”

“Never mind.”

He sighed. “Why? Indulge me.”

“No, but…If I had a baby…what would you…what would you do?”

He tilted his head into the pillow. “We haven’t even made love.”

“I know, I’m just…saying.”

He made a twist of his mouth which qualified for a grin. “I’d probably beg you to stay with me and let me take care of the both of you, despite my limited resources. I…”

Severus held her more tightly. “I think, perhaps, I have done something I shouldn’t have.”

She looked up to see him, prompting him to continue.

“I’ve fallen in love.”

Dreading that it had been someone else, tears slid down her cheeks.

“Have I said something wrong?”

“Who is it?” she asked softly, avoiding his eyes. She closed them tightly when she saw a smile tease his lips.

“Whoever do you think? It’s you, of course. You’ve been the object of my affections since…oh. You really thought it was another?” He felt a bit guilty for not making it more clear and causing her pain. “How could I ever love another after all the joy and compassion you have brought me?” Severus nuzzled her hair, uncharacteristically. She giggled at the gesture and he smiled. “How did you ever become so sweet…especially after all of the cruel remarks I threw at you?”

“There had to be a reason for it. Even Voldemort wasn’t evil just because he wanted to be. The prejudice from first-hand experience. I figured you’d been through something similar. I’ve noticed that pure-bloods aren’t exactly kind to each other. They’re demanding and exclusive. It was Lily, wasn’t it?”

“Hmm?”

“She was the one that…you loved. And then your family…”

“Disowned me, correct,” he finished for her. “But don’t pity me. I’ve coped.”

“By hiding and dismissing any kind of affection. Until now.”

“Then I suppose we’ve nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t know if I’ve made it clear or not, but…I do love you, Severus. I’d’ve told you before, but…I wasn’t sure if you’d accept it.”

Severus lowered his voice and his mouth closer to hers. “Seeing as how we’re both mad for each other…perhaps…we could…commit ourselves.”

She tilted her head, her eyes soft with question. “You mean get married?”

“I’m hardly one for tradition,” he chuckled. “If that’s what you want, however, I can endure the ceremony.”

“I’m not sure that’s right…for us.”

“Perhaps we could just…promise.”

“But not yet. I don’t want…I don’t want to spoil this by rushing.”

He nodded, agreeing and then as she was about to say more, he pressed his finger to her lips. “Enough. Just…sleep.” She would have protested, but he had cast a spell. The day’s events had exhausted her and he knew that her mind would be racing. He watched her for awhile before drifting off himself.

-

He played with the key which rested against her neck as she slept in the morning. He wished he knew what its significance was, but she was allowed to have her secrets. Severus wouldn’t dare make her do anything.

“Hey,” she woke up smiling as she spoke. He wondered how in the world she managed that. Looking down, she saw his hand idly toying with the pendant. She reached around behind her and released the clasp. “C’mere,” she requested and Severus bowed his head. She reached around and secured the clasp behind his neck. He gave her a questioning look and she sighed.

“It’s…a symbol. They key to my heart. I figured I’d give it to the first person I fell in love with.”

“The first? What about Weasely?”

“Infatuation,” she explained.

Severus tentatively touched his lips to hers. Barely pulling away, he whispered, “Thank you.”

“Don’t break it,” she warned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

-

“Sev?”

“Hmm?”

She smiled to herself, noticing how much less formal his speech seemed now. It was more relaxed, less structured.

“Gimme your hand.”

He offered his large, thin hand to her in the dark and she placed it low on her tummy. She looked at him with large eyes, waiting for him to speak.

“What’s this supposed to mean?” he asked, smiling while the key she had given him dangled from his neck.

“It means that…there’s a part of you in me. I’m…we’re…”

Severus didn’t want for her to explain further and pulled her against him.

“You do realize now that you won’t be let out of my site.”

“You’ll have to.”

“Not now that I have two lives to protect. I won’t give up on this child. Not like I was given up on.”

“I don’t doubt it, but…you do have a job.”

He sighed, frustrated. “You can’t let me be romantic, can you?”

“Oh,” she grinned, reddening, “sorry.”

-

Severus heard the scream. It was heartbreaking. He’d never heard anything more painful in his life and he immediately rushed to Hermione who was covered in blood. He knew what it was the moment he saw. Dropping to his knees, he started to howl. “Damn! Why can’t I just be happy? Why do things like this happen?” He rushed over to Hermione quickly and held her in his arms as she continued crying.

Through the sobs, she could make out, “It’s all my fault.”

It was all he could do to whisper that it wasn’t, and he secretly blamed himself.

-

He spent the next few days wallowing and avoiding his promised. He had finally captured the woman and now, he disappointed her. Damn him. He offered even more deduction of house points, even from his own, for less and less harmful interruptions and misbehaviors.

Hermione came around, within the next few days. When her mood had improved, she came behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she whispered. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault.”

“I never thought I’d want to be a father, but then…when you told me,” he sighed and growled. “I’d never been so…proud in my life.”

She tilted her head against his shoulder. “We can try again.”

“But what if it happens again?”

She sighed. She didn’t want to think about it. “We’ll have to hope that it doesn’t.”

He turned to face her and kissed her fully on the mouth. “Gods, woman, I love you.”

***

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blueeyesvamp — Sun, 04 Feb 2007 04:37:33 GMT

My first hg/ss fanfic
here is the link to my story title Admittance you'll find the summary etc. on the site. Any how an incident in hermione's thoird year leads to Severus Snape unwilling to admit what he wants and needs. For any one concerned nothing "mature" will happen beteween the two until Hermione is of age.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3245818/1/

Tear You Apart

kathrynthegr8 — Mon, 24 Apr 2006 18:53:50 GMT

Here it is, my first HP fanfic. I'm a bit nervous about posting it.

*deep breath*

Title: Tear You Apart

Pairing: SS/HG

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Violence, Sexual Situations, Light Bondage, Student/Teacher Relations, Dubious Consent

A/N: This fic was inspired by the song "Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge. If you look close and squint, you might see a lyric or two. (full lyrics available HERE) A very special thank you to my beta eeyore9990 for all her help and friendship. Also thank you to knightmare_shad for the read through.

Disclaimers: JKR owns it all, please don't sue me.

Summary: Snape gives Hermione an object lesson in Dark Magic. (AU, Sixth Year, Snape as DADA Professor)

Type your cut contents here.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" Professor Snape spat her name as if it were a bad taste in his mouth.

"Are you suggesting that we familiarize ourselves with the Dark Arts to better protect ourselves from them?" Hermione Granger was standing, her words pushed out in a rush. Her mind was no doubt already anticipating his answer, and readying yet another question. Merlin deliver him from this Gryffindor, and her need to know everything.

"Your grasp of the obvious astounds me,” he sneered at her. He hated her. He hated her incessant questions, her dizzying intellect, and her bossiness. He hated her friends, her House, her bravery. He hated the way the sight of her stirred his blood, and made him lust for violence, or something else…

Either way, he wanted her, and this was bad.

"But sir, isn't that dangerous? What if the temptation to use Dark Magic is too strong?" She was still standing tall under his harsh gaze, daring him to take action.

He stood slowly and stalked to her desk, his robes moving like something alive.

"There is danger inherent in all dealings with magic. I wonder which is greater, Miss Granger; the draw of the Dark Arts or being dead because one went to battle ill prepared?" His voice was a low hiss that skittered through the classroom. She looked at him unflinching, her eyes wide and unblinking.

He read her thoughts without meaning to. Her mind was wide open to him, too easy to reach in and see all her secrets. What he saw there caused his blood to boil and his chest to constrict painfully. He turned away from her, and addressed the class.

“You are to pair off and practice hexing each other. Now!” He heard the scraping of stools on ancient stones as the class stood and moved to duel in pairs.

“Professor?” Her again. He closed his eyes and prayed to Merlin for patience.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor!” He was moving away from her now; safety lay in distance.

He heard her friends whispering to her, begging her to be quiet and not cost them anymore House points. He reached his desk and stopped, waiting, his back to the classroom.

“Professor!” He knew it would not stop. She would not stop until he was driven to madness.

“One hundred points from Gryffindor. Speak again, Miss Granger, and I’ll keep you after class.” He sat behind his desk and waited. Fate would decide this, for good or ill; it was beyond him now.

“Sir?” Her friends had left her alone, not wishing to share in her punishment or his anger.

“You will stay after class. Do not invite more trouble than you can handle.” He pointedly ignored her and began to grade the parchments on his desk.

The hour passed quickly as he slashed red ink across poorly written essays with his quill. Some students were so stupid, it was a wonder they were walking upright. If he wasn’t killed for being a double agent, the dunderheads he was forced to teach would be his undoing. He was sure of it.

“Class dismissed.” He watched as the students gathered their books and moved to the door. “Miss Granger, follow me.” He walked to his private office, not pausing to see if she followed him.

Once there he paced the small room, hoping for the calm that came from being around his favorite books, which lined the shelves. He knew when she darkened the doorway, and spun to face her, his face unmasked.

“I’m supposed to be in Charms.” She was angry now, probably blaming him for the situation she found herself in.

“That is not my problem. Surely Professor Flitwick is well aware of your need to second guess your teachers?” His words were venom, and he waited for them to hit their mark.

“I don’t do that! It was just a question; one that you still haven’t answered!” She clamped her mouth shut quickly. But it was too late; his rage was unleashed.

“The last time I checked, I did not need to answer to a student regarding my teaching methods!” he said quietly. He moved towards her, crowding her against a book-lined wall. He raised his hand and the office door slammed shut, locking them in. “Perhaps a lesson in Dark Magic is in order, Miss Granger?” He continued to move closer to her, invading her personal space.

He had to admire her bravery. Her eyes never left his face as he leaned down and stared directly into her eyes.

“I…I’m...” she stuttered, her throat working as she swallowed and looked away from him. Finally, she realized how precarious her situation had become.

"Do not open your mouth unless you intend to use it for something other than speaking,” he whispered. “Look at me, and pay attention. “ Her eyes met his again, and he leaned in until there was only a hairs breath of space between them.

He lifted his hands and pulled a large book from the shelf above her head. He smirked as she startled at the loud sound it made when he threw at her feet.

“Step up girl.” He watched as she stepped gingerly onto the tome that made her eye level with him. He considered her briefly before he spoke again.

She looked frightened and unsure of herself; it was exactly the encouragement he needed.

“Magic, as you well know, is all around us. The Dark Arts, like all sorcery, is no different. It lies in wait, biding

its time. It is in everything, a part of everyone.”

He ran his hands down her sides and captured her wrists. Lightening fast, he secured them in one palm above her head. She blinked at him, realization dawning too late on her face. With deft fingers, he slowly unbuttoned her robe, revealing her schoolgirl uniform underneath. Tie and sweater, plaid skirt and white socks. He pressed his body against hers, and watched as her expression changed from panic to something else.

“Love,” he sneered into her face, “is the strongest magic. Would you care to guess which is the darkest?” He could hear her breathing, whether from panic or want he didn’t know.

"Lust." It was a whisper from her, nothing more. She closed her eyes, and turned her head.

"You are a bright witch." He grabbed a handful of her curly hair and forced her head back. Then he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet and young; this he expected. He was not prepared for her mouth to be so hot, enough to warm his, and make his lips burn from the contact. He released her, his wand in his hand before he could think. With a swish and flick, her tie was undone, her shirt unbuttoned, and her knickers disappeared altogether.

He parted her thighs with his knee, rubbing against her core as he bit her neck, marking her. He grazed his teeth down her chest, lathing her skin with his tongue to soothe the sting. He stopped between her breasts and lay his head against her heart, listening to its rapid beat. His free hand lifted her skirt, bunching it at her waist and exposing her nudity to the cold air of the room. He laid his hand flat against her abdomen before lowering his knee.

She remained still, breathing heavily. He kissed her again, slower now. His hand descended to her heat, his fingertips barely grazing her sex. A low moan escaped her throat as she moved against his hand, trying to increase the pressure. His fingers continued to glide over her, seeking her most sensitive spot. She gasped when he brushed across it, and bucked her hips.

“Hold still,” he growled at her. He released her hands and yanked the tie from her throat. The thin scrap of material proved most useful as he bound her hands together and repositioned them above her head. “Where were we?” he hissed.

This time, she was pinned to the wall by his mouth on hers, and his free hand on her hip. His other hand returned to the task at hand: deliberately caressing between her legs. Her tongue danced with his, becoming more frenzied as his fingers continued to explore her. He broke their kiss and touched his forehead to hers. She was doing her best to remain still, but her legs were beginning to quiver. His fingers were slick from her arousal as he pressed against her with his thumb and inserted a long finger inside of her. He watched, impassive, as she came apart in his arms, her knees finally giving way under her weight.

“The little death, tell me if you want to die again-" He covered her mouth with his hand, boring his eyes into hers. "Not with your voice, silly girl. Show me!" She moved against him, and he forced her against the wall again. He didn't care about her comfort, or the bruises that he was causing.

He reached between them and opened his robes, taking a moment to rub his arousal against her wet thigh. With a grunt he thrust into her tight body, his gaze never leaving her face. She bit her lip as her eyes became shiny with unshed tears. He began to move in slow, drawn-out strokes, urging her body to accommodate him. He lowered his head and swirled his tongue around a bra-covered nipple, wetting the material thoroughly, before pulling on the strap and baring her breast to his hungry mouth. She began to keen softly when he bit down, and thrust into her harder.

He groaned as he reached for his own completion, his thrusts becoming erratic. The girl was moaning now, as well. He was dimly aware of her flushed skin and hooded eyes as he climaxed, spilling inside of her. They clung to each other for a moment, their sweat cooling them as their panting slowed. He buried his nose in her hair, breathing in her scent. She smelled like innocence to him; parchment, soap, and first time sex.

"Today’s lesson is over. Take your new found knowledge and leave." He adjusted his robes and untied her wrists. She didn’t look at him as she drew her own wand out and charmed her clothes to cover her. He turned away from her and listened as the door opened and closed. Once she was gone he returned the gargantuan book to its rightful place on the shelf. He mused over the title,” The Comprehensive List of Gryffindors: Past and Present,” and couldn’t help but smirk at the inscription: 'To Severus Snape, Happy Christmas! Minerva McGonagall.’

He sighed, turning over in his mind the girl’s stolen emotions and memories. Her lessons were far from over.

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SS/HG Fic

firebolt1 — Fri, 10 Mar 2006 20:02:01 GMT

Hey everyone,

I recently found a really good piece of SS/HG fanfiction. It's still a work in progress, but so far, the story is fantastic.

Title: A Choice of Roads
Author: Imhilien
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: M
Summary: (As written by the author) "A curious Hermione finds a way to see future visions of life with Harry or Ron. She didn't expect to see one with the dark Potions Master..."
Other: Written before HBP

You can find the fic here.

Hope to hear from some of you soon!

-Firebolt1

Moderator Post

firebolt1 — Tue, 28 Feb 2006 20:11:04 GMT

I almost forgot about this community. So many things have happened since I created it, and I just haven't really had the time.

I've read some of the past entries, and I just realized that someone asked me to start a list of great Severus/Hermione fics. So I think I'll start with that. If anyone has any suggestions or recommendations, please post a comment! I'd love to read some new fics, and I'm sure everyone else would as well.

I think I'll also change the format of the journal a little.
If anyone wants to create a new user icon, that would be awesome. It can be anything SS/HG related.

If anyone has any ideas for the community, please let me know! I'd really like to get this going again.

Thanks,
Firebolt1

Newbie

lady_kes — Tue, 28 Feb 2006 19:45:59 GMT

Hey,

I'm a newbie here and love the hg/ss pairing! I've been writing on fanfiction.net for a few years now, but with both writer's block and lack of time, I haven't been able to complete my stories. Anyone want to help me?

Kes

eci_frog — Sun, 25 Dec 2005 22:30:26 GMT

Hi. I love severus/hermione fic and I was wondering if anyone could point me to I fic in which Hermione`s parents makes an appearance. I just keep wondering what they would think of there daughter being with a so much older guy, seeing as they are muggles.

mourn_today — Sun, 20 Nov 2005 18:04:39 GMT

I made this lastnight

there are more at my site, http://frylockproductions.tripod.com/enter
under 'harry potter'

thought you guys would like it

snapes_gurl — Sat, 11 Jun 2005 03:21:38 GMT

Well people, I have drawn some Snape fanart. I'm not sure if this is allowed or not, but I'm posting it here any way.

I'm planning to do a picture of Hermione in the same type of style tonight, and I'll post it later. (I'm a sucker for time turner fics)

But any way, Severus is about 16 here, and taking a break from studying.

Let me know what you think!

Few Icons

kalessan — Thu, 02 Jun 2005 20:45:19 GMT

got a few icons for y'all...

#1
#2
#3
#4
and a photo manip

x-posted

snapes_gurl — Tue, 31 May 2005 19:52:35 GMT

Well, I suppose I should introduce my self now and get it over with...

You see, I really like Snape and Hermione together, but it's a new thing for me. I've been a die-hard slash fan girl for years now (more specifically Snape/Harry). It's been a while since I've felt the need to read any fanfiction for a hetero couple...

But I was hoping you guys could help me locate some really good SS/HG fics.

I would be much obliged!

-Nikki

Drabble.

wyntermute — Fri, 10 Dec 2004 04:54:35 GMT

First post, as an offering to the community. I hope that drabbles are allowed...

Title: (Undecided)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Type: Drabble
Rating: G
Pairing: SS/HG (Well, sort of...)
Wordcount: 90

A gift. For him. From her. On Christmas.

Proceeding with utmost caution so as not to tear the decorative paper, he carefully unwrapped it, discovering a beautiful hardcover book containing a collection of Shakespearean tragedies. Offering brief words of thanks to his beloved, he skimmed through the pages until coming to a halt on something quite unexpected.

In a familiar neat, rounded script, the inside cover read:

Dear Severus,

I think we should see other people.

He looked up, startled, at Hermione, who wore a sheepish expression on her face.

devon_may — Tue, 16 Nov 2004 19:33:57 GMT

Hello, everyone. I'm new :) My primary OTP is Harry/Draco but I've always had a soft spot for Hermione/Snape. The thing is, I can't seem to find a community on LJ where there is a regular supply of fics. Do any of you know of any? Or of any LJ-er who writes a lot of HG/SS fanfic on their own personal journal? I've only just recently decided to take a small break from H/D and stock up on some HG/SS goodness, but I can't find any. I know of all the websites and yes, I know of Objects of Desire (OMG how could I not?), but I'm kind of addicted to LJ and it would be easier for me if the fics were here. I've friended a few of the well known HG/SS comms (WIKTT, etc), but are there any I might be missing? Any help would be hugely appreciated.

divanerd — Tue, 16 Nov 2004 04:51:50 GMT

Hi everyone! I'm new to this community and i thought i would say hi. I am obsessed with ss/hg pairings. I'm 16 and live in North Carolina. So... i guess that's about it for now.........

Fanfiction Challenge.

anime_miz — Thu, 14 Oct 2004 14:23:27 GMT

Well I posted this to the WIKTT mailing list and inquried about posting a fanfiction challenge here... perhaps anyone would be interested?
I'm calling this the Older Challenge.

Older Challenge

Everyone knows that Snape is definitely older then Hermione and it
may seem kind of hopeless on the part of Hermione. However, I hope
that this would not turn to be a type of challenge is kind of
predictable, but I hope that this song would be inspiring to the
different authors out there.

I personally love this one song and its Cherie's Older Than My Years,
one can listen to a clip of this wonderful song from amazon.com or
bn.com, but in any event, I was thinking to myself, "How about a
challenge for it?" I promise that this is a pretty easy challenge,
as my purpose is to really only see what kind of ideas can be wound
up by my placing a challenge out for it. The song lyrics below, I
took the time to actually transcribe it as I hear it, so one must
take heed of the chorus frequency.

Rules:

-The mention of this song underneath. Either known by Hermione or
anyone else miraculously sings it. Perhaps on a London muggle street
corner or something.

-Time setting is during the war or post-war Hogsworth or even the
future.

-Hermione must have a mentor she goes to. Male or female, Existing
character or made up character. The mentor must try to help, to
failure or successful situations.

-Lots of dreaming or mental thought.

-No one knows of Hermione's feelings but for the author's choice that
might change though.

-Mention a Quidditch game or any outing. Just don't be pressured to
think of this is only a Hogsworth setting story.

-Some hilarity or drama or angst anywhere in the story, but look
below and if your idea doesn't fit this rule, then one can toss it
out.

-Can be alternate universe, but if you as an author think of Snape as
a pansy person.

-There is no rule that this has to only be a holiday fic, can take
place anytime.

-Harry and Draco slash is preferable, but not required.

-At least make Draco into a good guy or something. (These days I've
had envisions of strangling Draco because of one story I'm reading.)

-Disclaimers are a must. Cherie is under the record company of Lava
Records.

-Please have lots of joy, fun, an easy time of writing and please do
not get so spooked by my rather long list of rules.

Cherie - Older Than My Years

You say that you are leaving
They say that I'm too young for you
You say it's for the better
And that one day soon
I would understand

I believe that I know you like no other lover.
I believe that love is stronger than my years.
It's wiser than your fears
It's begging you to stay and not to go.
Love is reason from the heart and that is who we are.
So look beyond the years
I'm older then my tears

You say that life's is a journey
They say I'm only at the start
You say it's the beginning
But it feels like the end
If we're to be apart
Then I believe
That you know me like no other lover.

You believe my love is stronger then my years.
It's wiser than your fears
It's begging you to stay and not to go.
Love is reason from the heart and that is who we are.
So look beyond the years
I'm older than my tears.

Don't let my innocence deceive you
Cause there's more to me than meets the eye
Don't let these feelings turn to sorrow
There's nothing to fight

My love is older than my years
It's wiser than your fears
It's begging you to stay and I'll see you.
Love is reason from the heart and that is who we are.
So look beyond my years.
I'm older than my tears.

Love is reason from the heart
And closest to who we are.
So please look beyond my years
I'm older then my tears.
Ohhh.. I'm older than my tears.

Options:

-Can be any rating/genre/length to the author's preference.

-This is obvious a story of Hermione for Snape fic, can mention any
other couples as well, if the author so wishes.

Challenge Ends on December 31, 2004

-Requirement of posting entries with links instead of an obscene
amount of the actual story itself

-Can upload to Whispers, AFF, Ashwinder, Fanfiction.net, your own
site, any fanfiction archives; please send email notification of
replying to this challenge.

For any questions, my e-mail's is at anime_skuld@yahoo.com, or one
can look me up at http://www.livejournal.com/anime_miz

anime_miz — Wed, 13 Oct 2004 19:36:39 GMT

Hi...well my internet alias is miz..and I just got into the whole Hermione/Snape thing earlier this year. I love to read fanfiction and I'm trying to write several fanfictions that actually deal with this pairing. Let's see I'm a college Jr in the middle of nowhere New York. NOT New York City, though that is my hometown.

Can a person post up a fanfiction challenge?