Another Yule Ball

A/N: This started out as an S.O.S.S. one-shot challenge. I’ve used the one-shot as the first chapter and will be adding more chapters, but I’m not planning on a really long fanfic. I’m thinking of ending it near Valentine’s Day-Romantic, huh? I’ve broken with canon and have had Severus live through his ordeal with Voldemort/Nagini. This fanfic takes place after the war, and the trio and everyone else who survived, have gone back to Hogwarts to complete their seventh year. Finally, all characters are the property of the very talented JKR.




Severus sat in his chair at the head table to the right of Headmistress McGonagall. The last time Hogwarts had hosted a Yule Ball was four years ago and Dumbledore had been there. Severus missed his friend. He had a feeling this blasted ball would have been much more bearable had Dumbledore been here to divert him. Well, he would just have to get through it; if only the music wasn’t so loud, he might have a better shot.

The great hall had been decorated with live Christmas trees, an abundance of golden candles, and the enchanted ceiling had received a special charm this evening, complements of Flitwick, to make it look as if it were snowing indoors. The usual house tables had been replaced with nearly thirty round tables, draped in sparkling white linens, and were scattered around the dance floor. From Severus’ seat, he could view the entire ball and make sure everyone was behaving. At least, he thought, the Weasley twins weren’t here this time. There was no telling what type of prank they might pull.

Severus surveyed the hall and noted that everything was well. Many students were dancing and everyone seemed to be having a good time. He noticed Miss Granger and the Weasley boy were dancing together, but they didn’t seem to be very affectionate with each other the way they were at the beginning of the semester. It appeared to be more of a friendly dance and rather awkward, truth be told. Miss Granger was wearing lovely plum colored robes that shimmered as she swayed to the music. It was rather enchanting. She had pulled her hair up off her face and fastened it with a live sprig of lilac. The effect was mesmerizing. What was he thinking? Severus shook himself out of his reverie. He should not be considering a student in such a way, and a mere girl at that. Now he thought of it though, she wasn’t a girl anymore. She had grown into a very pretty young woman. Wait, this was Miss Granger he was thinking of: impertinent, know it all Miss Granger who couldn’t keep quite for more than five minutes at a time.

He looked towards the spot where she had been dancing with Weasley and was disappointed not to find her there any longer. Where could she have got to? Before he was able to scan the room, he felt a soft tap on his right shoulder. Looking up, he was surprised to find Miss Granger looking down at him. She was saying something, but the music was so loud he could barely hear her.

“Professor, …I …dance?” Hermione asked.

“Pardon me, Miss Granger?” Severus shouted louder than he had intended.

“I said”, she bellowed back, “May I have the next dance? It’s going to be a slow one, I checked.”

Severus’ eyes widened in terror. He had never been asked to dance before by anyone, never mind a pretty young woman; the precise one he had been admiring just minutes ago. Quickly, he pulled himself together. “If you wish, Miss Granger.” He replied, as though he were not petrified. She was looking at him expectantly. What more did she want from him? At that moment, she held out her hand. Oh, of course, she wanted him to stand up. They couldn’t very well dance if he was sitting down, could they? Really, he was acting idiotic.

His hand moved of its own volition and clasped hers. She gave him a little tug and suddenly he was on his feet. He sensed that he was walking, yet he couldn’t feel his legs. Severus was still holding Hermione’s hand and she was leading him onto the dance floor. His heart was hammering in his chest as though he were about to face his death. A new, slower song began as Severus stood rooted on the spot. With a suppressed smirk, Hermione lifted his dangling right arm and placed it around her waist, while she rested her left hand on his shoulder and held out her right hand for him to grasp. He did as he knew he should and soon they were moving to the music. He supposed he should make conversation, but had no idea what to say.

“Are you having a nice evening, Professor?” Hermione inquired before he could get anything intelligible out of his mouth.

“Yes, it’s fine.” Severus answered rather too quickly. “And yourself, Miss Granger?” He amended hastily.

“Absolutely lovely. The hall looks beautiful, doesn’t it? And we have quite a lot to celebrate this year, don’t we?” She gushed.

“Yes.” Severus replied, thinking she really was very pretty.

They waltzed for a moment in silence, neither one of them knowing how to pick up the conversation again. Then, in barely a whisper, Hermione spoke again. “Professor Snape, you’re a very good dancer.” She murmured into his ear as a blush crept across her cheeks.

To his dismay, Severus was now blushing too. He had kept his true thoughts and feelings hidden from the most powerful dark wizard of all time, yet he couldn’t control his emotions with Hermione Granger.

“Thank you, dear.” He replied after a moment. Oh Merlin! He didn’t mean to call her dear; at least not aloud! She didn’t seem to mind though. She was smiling up at him and he thought she was the most beautiful vision he had ever seen.

All too soon, their dance ended. Severus was loath to leave her side, but he knew that he must. He bowed slowly and thanked her for the dance before turning and heading back up to his seat at the head table.

Once there, he pondered what had just occurred. Dancing with Miss Granger had been wonderful, but surely nothing could possibly come of it. He thought she was simply trying to be nice to him, probably due the fact that most everyone now knew the intimate details of Severus’ life. She must have felt sorry for him; she couldn’t really have enjoyed herself. Only there was that sweet blush. And her kind compliment. But he was fooling himself: Hermione Granger was a young, beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her. She could never be interested in a gloomy, old professor with two lives worth of baggage, who incidentally, hadn’t treated her too kindly in the past.

As Severus' mind swirled from one impossible scenario to the next, the ball began coming to a close. Students were meandering off out into the entrance hall and presumably up to their common rooms. The band had stopped playing and McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and a few others were tidying up with great swooshing waves of their wands. Realizing that he should probably help the other staff members, Severus reluctantly pushed thoughts of Hermione to the back of his mind and went to join the others. Headmistress McGonagall noticed him first.

“Oh Severus, good you’re here. Would you mind informing the house elves that the ball has ended and they can commence with the washing up?” She asked politely.

Severus nodded his assent and headed out of the great hall and towards the stairs that would lead him down to the kitchen. Turning the corner on the wide stair landing, he stumbled and nearly tripped. He looked down to see what had caused his misstep and to his surprise found Hermione’s foot.

“I’m so sorry Professor!” she cried. “Are you alright? I wanted to catch you before you retired, but I certainly didn’t mean to trip you!”

“I’m fine, Miss Granger. What was it you wanted me for?” He questioned in a very professional manner: teacher to student.

“Only this.” Hermione smiled, rose up on her toes and kissed him gently on the lips.

Her lips were so soft and she smelled so good. She had reached her hands up to his face, resting her left one on his check and snaking the right one behind his head, where it played lightly with the hair at the nape of his neck. He kissed her back with a passion he hadn’t felt in ages. He knew he shouldn’t; she was still a student after all, but he couldn’t help himself. They remained like that for a few minutes, with his arms wrapped tightly around her, his hands caressing her back. Finally, she broke free, ending their kiss and smiling up at him with her eyes.

“Well, Severus, I should be going; curfew you know. You don’t mind if I call you Severus, do you? Only when we’re alone of course. Professor doesn’t feel quite right anymore since, you know…” She trailed off looking slightly embarrassed.

Severus could feel his grin becoming wider and thought he must look like a smitten school boy. “No, I don’t mind at all.” He breathed.

“Good. Happy Christmas, Severus!” Hermione beamed at him, turned and began to walk away.

“Happy Christmas, Hermione.” Severus replied as she sauntered out of sight. This was going to be a bloody good Christmas!




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A/N: In honor of Severus' birthday today, I wanted to post chapter 2. I hope you like it!




On Christmas morning Severus rose at his usual early hour. Upon looking at the foot of his bed he noticed one present; same as always, except that this year it wouldn’t be from Dumbledore, but from McGonagall. It seemed part of the duties as headmaster to give a present to Severus Snape. Severus wondered wryly if it was written in the job description. Well, best get this over with.

The package was wrapped in a blue and green tartan paper with a tag that read: To Severus, Happy Christmas, From Minerva. Severus opened it to find a silver picture frame, which was quite tasteful and looked as though it was elf wrought. If only he had a picture to put inside it, it would be a very nice Christmas present he thought, and placed the empty frame on his bedside table.

Since Christmas dinner wouldn’t be served until later that afternoon, Severus decided to partake in his usual holiday vocation of grading essays. He finished his simple breakfast of tea and toast that his house elf had left for him, and began his efforts with relish. There was no need to labor over these hastily written parchments. The grading was easy: a good deal of D’s, mostly A’s, a few E’s, and one O, to Miss Granger, of course. He tried to push her from his mind and focus on the task at hand. He was Professor Severus Snape, he told himself. He graded papers, he instructed dim witted students, he gave out detentions, he did not kiss young girls in darkened hallways. Well, young ladies, he corrected himself. On he continued, with more effort than usual, trying to concentrate on the essays in front of him. Finally he looked up at his clock and noticed it was 1:50pm. He had only ten minutes to freshen up and get to the great hall for Christmas dinner.

Severus strode to his cheval mirror and assessed his appearance. Ugh, what an ugly git! What could she possibly see in him? Nothing, but just in case… Severus gave his hair a good brushing and smoothed his robes before leaving his quarters and heading to the great hall.

It appeared exactly as it had the night before except for the tables. Many of the students who had attended the ball last night had gone home via the floo network this morning, to spend the rest of the holiday with their families. Since there were so few students and staff members left at Hogwarts, Headmistress McGonagall had decided on one long table, in the center of the room, to seat everyone for dinner. Severus automatically headed to the far end of the table and sat near McGonagall, who was seated at the head of the table. The students began filing in and it was no surprise to Severus that none of them chose any of the seats in his general vicinity. That was, until Hermione Granger pulled back the chair directly opposite him and slid into it with a sly smile aimed directly at Severus. Smile back, you dolt! Oh, Merlin, and stop blushing!

Thankfully, at that moment, McGonagall got to her feet to give the Christmas toast. Severus had no idea of what she said, as he spent his time alternately trying to avoid Hermione’s gaze and stealing furtive glances at her. She looked lovely again. She was wearing a deep red jumper and her hair hung down in soft curls around her face. Finally, the headmistress finished her speech and instructed everyone to dig in. Severus tried to focus on the wonderful feast that was spread before him, but it was proving difficult as Hermione kept smiling at him and passing him plates of food. The first time he felt the slight tough of her hand on his, he nearly dropped the potatoes in his lap. This is ridiculous. I am a grown man and I can endure dinner in the presence of a pretty woman. Now, use your immense intellect and say something clever.

“Did you like your presents this year, Miss Granger?” He inquired in a level tone. Really, was that the best he could do?

“Oh, yes. My parents sent me this jumper and a pair of earrings. Harry and Ron both bought me books and Ginny gave me a new quill. But I received my favorite present last night.” She ended coyly, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Right.” Severus managed swiftly, knowing exactly what she was referring to: their kiss. He was having trouble putting it out of his mind, now she brought it up. He wished he could lean over the table this very minute and plant a kiss right on those smirking lips of hers. But, of course, he couldn’t.

“Was it a nice present?” He couldn’t believe his own daring. He was actually flirting, albeit covertly, but flirting none the less.

“Lovely, the best I’ve ever received.” Hermione grinned.

Was that her stocking foot he felt brushing up against his ankle? Maybe it was her blasted cat. Didn’t feel like a cat though. Now it was moving up his shinbone towards his knee. No, definitely not a cat!

At that point, they were interrupted by an inordinate amount of laughter coming from the middle of the table. It was Harry Potter, and he seemed to be relaying something to Ginny in between fits of giggles.

“It wasn’t as bad as last year, but really, Ginny, you have to see it.” Harry was chuckling.

“Oh come on mate, it’s not that bad.” Ron replied, red faced and obviously embarrassed. “At least it doesn’t say ‘sweetheart’!”

“No, you’re right it doesn’t. It says ‘lover’!” Harry cried, now clutching his side and gasping for breath.

Severus looked to Hermione for clarification.

As if she read his mind, she explained, “Ron’s gift from Lavender. Her taste is quite…original.”

“So then, Weasley and Miss Brown are an item?” Severus ventured.

“Yes.”

“So then, the two of you are…?”

“Just friends.” Hermione stated.

At this incredible news, Severus found himself so elated he decided to join in on Harry’s conversation. He’s her friend after all. No harm in being cordial. “Ha, ha, that is funny!” Severus said in an unnaturally high voice. I hope that didn’t seem as forced as it felt.

The whole table went quite. Harry gave him an odd look, obviously trying to figure out if his professor was being genuine or not. He must have decided on the former because he replied, rather awkwardly, “Yes, Sir, it was funny.”

Feeling extremely ill at ease, Severus gave a malevolent look at everyone in eye shot and they all resumed eating their pudding. ‘Well, at least the look still works!’ He thought to himself.




Back in the privacy of his room, he replayed the afternoon’s dinner. He had not been acting like himself. He felt out of control and was surprised when he realized that he had actually tried changing his behavior to impress Hermione. He had attempted, unsuccessfully, to have a genial conversation with Harry Potter. What was wrong with him? Was he going insane? Now he thought of it, yes, he did feel a bit mad. Since when did he care what anyone thought of him, least of all a girl? Well, a young lady, he reminded himself, yet again. All of a sudden, he wished he had a present for her. He would love to give her a present she would cherish, so he could see her eyes light up the way a woman’s eyes should when she fancies someone. He would love her eyes to look at him that way.

But what could he give her? The stores were all closed. Severus looked around his dreary room to see if there was anything present worthy there. Books! She likes books. He quickly fingered through his volumes, deeming some as too basic, some too dark, some too boring. He had a few rare ones though. What would she prefer? At last he decided on a much cherished book entitled ‘Ancient Celtic Magic’. I’ll give her that one; she’ll love it. Wait, what am I thinking; it took years to find that book. He had haunted every book shop he knew of waiting for a copy to become available. But yes, he would give it to her. It would mean more because of all the trouble he had gone through to attain it. No, this was ridiculous; he wouldn’t give away one of his favorite tomes. He’d never be able to replace it, and maybe she wouldn’t like it after all.

Severus cursed himself. Why was he acting this way? He was nothing if not decisive and now he couldn’t make an elementary decision. Before he could change his mind, he tore the book from the shelf, transfigured a scroll of parchment into something resembling wrapping paper, molded the paper around the book without looking at it, so as not to tempt himself into changing his mind yet again, and secured it with a length of twine.

He would give it to her tomorrow, he decided. Better yet, he could summon one of the house elves to bring it to her in her room right now. That would be the best thing, he though. It would be less awkward that way. Then he wouldn’t have to look at her if she didn’t wear the expression he was hoping for.

Perfect; he really was quite clever!


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A/N: I've been trying to keep this fic light, but this chapter gets a bit serious. This is Severus Snape we're dealing with, after all! As always, all characters belong to JKR. Also, a big hug and huge thanks to my new beta, Aly (Alonnet). You're the best!




As soon as Winky appeared, in answer to Severus’ call, there came a knock at the door. Instead of his usual response of “enter” Severus decided to enquire as to whom it was. After all, he had important instructions to give Winky regarding Hermione’s present, and he really didn’t want to be interrupted. When he heard Hermione’s voice reply from the other side of the large oak door, he immediately sent a bemused Winky on her way, handing her one of his blackest cloaks, and informing her that it needed re-dying. She was a house elf, he rationalized; she wouldn’t question him.

Severus put on what he considered to be an impartial face and opened the door. Not wanting to seem overeager, he tried for affable. “Hermione, I wasn’t expecting you so late. Please come in.”

“Thanks.” She stepped over the threshold and into his private lodgings. He realized that she had never been in here before. They had never been in such close quarters previously and all alone, as well. Well, there was Christmas Eve. Oh, Merlin; what if she kissed him again? What if she didn’t? Which would be worse? Not kissing, that would definitely be worse. No wait, kissing-he could lose his job!

“What may I do for you, Hermione…Miss Granger…um, Hermione?” He suddenly couldn’t remember what he was supposed to call her when they were alone together.

She smiled sweetly at his nervousness while he closed the door, crossed the room and leaned awkwardly on the edge of his desk. “I came to give you your Christmas present, Severus. I hope you like it. I hope you don’t already have it!”

Hermione took a small package from under her cloak and presented it to Severus. He looked at it, but didn’t move an inch. “I promise it won’t bite!” She teased.

“Oh, of course. Thank you.” He replied, while chastising himself silently for his idiocy, and reaching for the present. The moment his hand touched hers, he felt a shiver run up his spine and suffuse throughout his body. It wasn’t an unwelcome feeling, exactly, it was just unexpected. She didn’t remove her hand from his and he was beginning to feel exceedingly warm and may have even been grinning at her. Oh my God, Oh my God! I feel as if I’m fifteen again.

Was it ever this intense with Lily? Merlin’s beard, I can’t remember. How can I not remember something regarding Lily? I’ve loved her most all my life. Surely, it must have been exactly like this. Well, we never did snog though; I never had the nerve and Lily would never have been brazen enough to make the first move. Severus had once thought that Hermione had some of the same traits as Lily. Currently he wasn’t so sure.

These memories of his past mistakes with Lily combined with his new musings regarding Hermione were making him feel uneasy. He was beginning to get agitated. Now this pretty, young, and very forward girl comes in here and thinks she can make me forget my dearly beloved. Well, I’m not like that. I’m loyal. I’m not going to just change my whole life around for this insufferable know it all!

“Severus, are you alright? You seem a million miles away.”

“Yes, I’m just a bit tired.” He lied easily; he was a profession liar after all. Why was he so moody? His emotions were swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

“Oh, would you like me to leave?” Hermione looked disappointed. “You can always open your present tomorrow, if you’d rather.”

Severus couldn’t bear the disheartened look on her face. “Of course not. Don’t be silly. I’ll open it right now. Won’t you please sit down? And where are my manners; would you like a drink? Some elf wine perhaps? Although I’m not sure if I’m allowed to serve a student alcoholic beverages.”

“Water will be just fine.” Hermione sat down on the chair closest to Severus, who was still leaning against his desk in an effort to look nonchalant. She gracefully conjured a crystal goblet for herself and filled it with water from her wand.

At her slight nod toward the gift Severus was still holding, he began to carefully unwrap it. The parcel was covered in a pretty holly print paper and had a glistening silver bow tied around it. It looked as though she had put some effort into wrapping it. He slowly unfastened the bow and cautiously removed the paper. To his utter surprise and amazement, he saw that he was holding in his hand a copy of “Ancient Celtic Magic”, the identical book he had chosen to give to her.

Misinterpreting his look of astonishment, Hermione groaned, “Ah, no! You don’t like it. Or you already have it.”

“No, it just that…well, it’s the most extraordinary thing...”

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken Ginny’s advice.” Hermione interrupted him. “I asked her opinion of the book and she said she thought it was romantic or exciting or something of the sort. It’s probably not clever enough for you. I even spotted Harry, who usually wouldn’t be caught anywhere near a book, thumbing through it. He said it looked interesting and that he’d like to read it sometime.”

“Harry Potter read a book? That would be…” Severus stopped short of insulting Harry. It was such old habit. Try to be nice to Harry, he reminded himself. He’s her friend. “I’m sorry for interrupting you. Please, go on.”

“Nothing, really. I…I’ll just take the book back and get you something better.” Hermione’s voice hitched a little. It sounded as if she might be on the verge of tears.

“No, you misunderstand me. As usual I can’t seem to get my point across.” He sounded too brusque and he knew it; as though he were chastising her during a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. Severus hesitated before going on. He simply couldn’t find the right words to tell her how much he liked his gift; how much he appreciated her picking it out for him and that she had got his taste just right. No one had ever given him a present before, excepting Dumbledore and McGonagall, and he didn’t know how to express his gratitude. He also didn’t want to give away the surprise of his Christmas present to her. Oh, where was that anyway? He began to look around the room.

Hermione was staring at him with questioning eyes. Oh this was going all wrong. I’m blowing it! No it’s her fault; she came to my private quarters when she should have just waited in her room. The elf would have been there in no time and then everything would have gone according to plan. He hated not being in control.

“Severus, please tell me what’s wrong. I can tell that something’s upsetting you. You’re acting peculiar.” Hermione said as she got up and moved closer to him.

“Of course there’s something wrong!” He yelled unintentionally. He had meant for his voice to come out much less harsh. “I’m confused, I’m not myself and it’s your fault entirely!” Suddenly he spotted the present he had intended Winky to deliver to Hermione. It had been behind him on his desk the whole time. He snatched it up and strode to the door, all the while listening to Hermione storming on about mixed signals and unfair blame.

He opened the door and swung his arm as if to usher her out. The look on her face was one of utter bewilderment. She walked to the door, obviously shaken, but didn’t leave. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but Severus beat her to it.

He thrust the present at her and barked, “Happy Christmas!”, before nudging her out the door and closing it practically in her face.



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A/N: This is a short one, but I hope you like it anyway. Huge thanks again to Aly for her beta-ing skills! All characters are the property of JKR.



The Christmas holiday trudged along dragging Severus’ spirits with it. He stayed in his rooms most days, with the exception of mealtimes, and avoided the small New Year’s Eve gathering that McGonagall had arranged. He wasn’t in the mood for any sort of frivolity. He had messed things up dreadfully with Hermione and there was no way he could think of to repair the damage. She had sent him a nice, but exceptionally formal note thanking him for the present he gave her. Chucked at her was more like. She relayed that she was very pleased with the book and thanked him for thinking of her.

When he had taken the parchment from the barn owl’s leg and saw that the handwriting on it was Hermione’s, he thought there might be hope yet. But once he read the contents, he knew that he had lost his chance. Severus told himself it was probably for the best. He was more in control of himself when she wasn’t constantly popping up and disrupting his life. Matters were getting back to normal and, in fact, the new term was starting up and he welcomed the diversion. He looked forward to being in the classroom again, teaching, planning lessons and grading homework assignments. The only thing nagging at him was the fact that his first lesson of the new term was his seventh year DADA class. Hermione would be there. He had seen her in the dining hall, of course, but it was easy to steal glances at her without her knowing. In class it would be different. He would be much closer to her and he was unsure how he felt about that.

No matter what his feelings were, the new term began just the same. Severus strode into his first class of the day and told the students to settle down. “We will be continuing with instruction on the exceedingly important skill of Occlumency. I assume you have all been practicing? No matter, we shall see in due course. Now, clear your minds and do whatever it is you do to try to keep me from penetrating your witless little brains.”

Severus strode about the room looking for someone to test. He settled on Neville Longbottom. Uncharacteristically, Severus was hoping Neville had finally gotten the hang of Occlumency and would be able to block Severus for once. “Longbottom, are you ready? Legillimens!”

For a flicker of a moment, Severus though that Neville might actually do it. Then, before long, he had access to Longbottom’s thoughts. They were much as they had been before the holiday; mostly consisting of the battle that had been fought last spring. Disappointed, Severus broke the connection and looked at an even more disappointed Neville Longbottom. It seemed as though Neville was supremely disillusioned with himself. Maybe he had been doing his best.

Severus didn’t believe in such nonsense as making New Year’s resolutions, but he decided, then and there, to try to be more patient with Longbottom. Maybe he needed a bit more instruction than the rest. Severus knew Neville could do it. Longbottom had proven his resolve during the battle. Who would have guessed he would have helped to bring down the Dark Lord. He was much braver than Severus had ever given him credit for. The way he stood up to the Dark Lord like he had, and beheading Nagini, even.

Severus sighed. “That was an improvement, Longbottom. You need to concentrate more and try rereading the assigned chapters.” He commented as he walked away.

“Yes, Sir.” Neville replied with a sigh of relief. He had obviously been expecting Severus’ usual berating.

Hermione took notice of this leniency too and gave Severus the tiniest smile of thanks. He decided to test her skills next. He knew she was already a capable Occlumens, and expected her to be near perfect, now she had assuredly practiced during the holiday. Besides, best to get this awkwardness over with. He was her teacher. She was his student. That was that.

He stepped in front of Hermione and gave her a perfunctory nod, by way of a greeting. “Miss Granger, ready? Legillimens!” He assumed she would have steeled her mind, been ready for him, but instead her mind was as wide open as a window during midsummer. He could see clearly into her thoughts and there seemed to be one in particular that she was concentrating on in the forefront of her psyche. He looked in: images of their dance at the Yule Ball swirled before him. Ah, she looked beautiful. He watched them moving with the music, making polite conversation, and then he saw her whisper something and blush. That must have been when she had complemented him. The image blurred and now there was a new memory. There he was, in the darkened hall that lead to the dungeons. She was on her tiptoes. She was kissing him. He was kissing her back. It was an odd sensation to watch himself passionately snogging away. He knew he should break the connection, but he didn’t want to. Instead, he watched the entire scene play out while the rest of the class just stood there waiting. He wanted to live in that memory forever.

Finally, the vision faded and he was looking directly into Hermione’s chocolate brown eyes. “Miss Granger, I expect far more from you.” He chastised her, for lack of knowing what else to do. “You were barely trying.”

“Sorry I’m such a disappointment to you, SIR!” She emphasized the last word to irritate him; he was sure of it.

What nerve, and in front of the entire class! “Detention, Miss Granger. My office. Eight o’clock this evening!”

Hermione looked unabashedly into Severus’ eyes and flashed him a triumphant grin. “Yes, Sir.” To his recollection, he had never heard anyone sound so enthusiastic about receiving detention before.

Merlin’s boots, that’s exactly what she wanted! I’ve played right into her hands. I’ve been outwitted by an 18 year old. Oh, she’s a cheeky one!




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A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta, Aly (Alonnet) for all the words she adds here and there that add up to a much better story. She contributed a great line in chapter 5. I'll divulge it at the end. All characters are the creation of JKR.

Chapter 5
Detention

Severus could feel a pair of eyes boring into him as he tried, in vain, to enjoy his evening meal. He glanced around the great hall several times, only to find Hermione staring up at him from her spot at the Gryffindor table. Whenever he caught her eye, she winked at him while wearing the wickedest of smiles on her face. Why had she wanted detention with him? There could be only one reason; she wanted to be alone with him. The real question was: what for? Oh, what the devil had he gotten himself into?

Severus returned to his quarters after dinner and tried to settle down to one of his favorite pastimes: reading. He was looking forward to perusing a few chapters from one of his preferred, oft read books. It wasn’t about potions, the dark arts or even magic in general, but rather, it was a muggle novel. Since he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone spying it on his bookshelves, he kept it hidden in the top drawer of his bedside table. Severus made his way into his bedroom, where he retrieved the book and then returned to his sitting room for a long relaxing read. He sat in his most comfortable arm chair and cracked open the book. Usually the title alone, “Persuasion”, brought him a measure of calm, but tonight it wasn’t happening. He pressed on, however, and got as far as page two before he realized that he had not retained a single word that he had read. It was no use; his mind was on Hermione and her impending detention later that evening.

Not too much longer, he told himself. He began pacing the room, wondering what this meeting had in store for him. No doubt she wanted to chide him for his conduct on Christmas night. He knew she was right, really; his behavior was abominable and he had little excuse for it.

After what felt like hours, a knock finally came at the door. In the most commanding voice he could muster, Severus called out, “Enter.”

Hermione’s pretty face peeked in first before the rest of her followed. She seemed a bit shyer than she had earlier that day. She didn’t advance any further than the door. “Good evening, and what might my punishment be?” she asked straight away.

“Dear Merlin, I hadn’t even considered that.” He admitted in a barely audible whisper. Severus noted that she hadn’t used his name, nor did she refer to him as Professor or Sir, when she addressed him. It seemed they were in a precarious position and he felt it might be best if they were honest regarding what this detention was really about.

“Hermione,” he began tenuously, still rooted to the spot where he was standing when he had first heard her knock. “We both know why you’re here. You are an exceptional student and could have blocked my use of Legillimency with little effort. You chose not to for a reason, and I believe that reason was to provoke me to the point of assigning you a detention. Now, since you got what you wanted, and since we are alone, why don’t you just say what you came here to say.” He finished off rather daringly.

Hermione took a deep breath before speaking. “ Alright. First, I’d like to know why you became so angry with me on Christmas. Why did you lead me to believe you didn’t like your present, when you gave me the same exact book? You must have liked it at least a bit, if you chose the same one for me. And another thing, why are you behaving so erratically? One minute you’re flirting with me, the next you’re chucking me out of your room! What’s going on, Severus? I fancy you and if you don’t fancy me back, well then, just tell me and let’s have done with it!” She finished in a huff, her face slightly red.

She fancies me! She said it out loud! Severus was taken aback and chose to sit down before his knees gave out and betrayed his elation. He had expected her to berate him, not to admit to fancying him. Calm down. One step at a time. Best to explain about the book. “Please sit down, Hermione.” He motioned to the chair opposite him, by the fire.

Hermione plunked down in the chair and glared at him waiting for an answer.

Now it was Severus’ turn to take a deep breath. He did so and began, “First, I’d like to apologize for my behavior that evening. I wasn’t myself, you see. I was delighted by your present. I’ve never received one before, well, except from the headmaster and now the headmistress, and I didn’t know how to respond. It was so odd that we chose the identical book for each other. I was stunned and I simply didn’t know how to express myself. It is my hope that you will forgive my rudeness.”

“Oh, of course, Severus! I wish you’d said all that on Christmas. You could have saved me a great deal of worry, but don’t give it another thought. I understand and, of course, I forgive you.” Hermione gushed. “But I have to ask, and please forgive me for being so bold…it’s just, I need to know…do you, um…well do you fancy me?

It was such an honest question. It must have taken a great deal of courage to ask it. Suddenly, he felt he didn’t possess the courage to answer it; as though all his nerve had been used up by these past few years. He pondered her question for a moment. Certainly he fancied her. Who wouldn’t? But he needed to be realistic. Surely, this could come to nothing. It must be some schoolgirl crush she had. It would pass, she would move on, and he would be left alone…again. If she had the power to make him feel so ecstatic, then she could also make him feel desolate, when her fancy passed, as it certainly would. There were also her best interests to consider. Even if Severus threw caution to the wind, and enjoyed her attentions for the short duration he was sure they were to last, he felt it would be indecent to take advantage of her. In time, she would realize that he had been an immature whim for her. She would be embarrassed and might even be resentful of him.

“Hermione, it’s not a question of fancying you.” Severus sighed. “It’s just that there are so many reasons why we can’t, and shouldn’t be together. For one, I’m too old for you. You’re a young lady and you should be with someone closer to your own age. Not only that, but we’re not compatible; our personalities are too dissimilar. Then there is the issue of your friends. They don’t like me, in case you hadn’t noticed. What’s more, you are so beautiful and, lets’ face it, I’m just an ugly git.” Severus held up his hand in an attempt to hold Hermione off. He could see that she had wanted to interject, but he preferred to save her the effort. “Please don’t deny it. I have access to a mirror and I know full well what I look like.”

“As if those weren’t obstacles enough,” He continued, arising from his chair and positioning himself beside it. “There’s the fact that I was a death eater. It will never be forgotten and I won’t have you bear the scorn that I will surely have to endure for the rest of my life. What’s more is that you’re a Gryffindor and I’m a Slytherin and the two just don’t mix. It’s like Gurdyroot and Shrivelfig.” Severus tilted his head, dismayed.

“Gurdyroot is real?” Hermione asked incredulously and completely off the topic. Luna always said…but I never supposed…seems I owe her an apology.” She shook her head and steered her thoughts away from Luna and the Gurdyroot and back to the conversation at hand. “Well, the last reason you gave is complete rubbish! Who says Slytherins and Gryffindors can’t get along? I’m not even going to give that comment a moment more of my time. As for the rest, you’re off the mark about them as well. You may be physically older than me, but I'm much more mature, aren’t I?” She inquired demurely.

Severus tried to stifle a chuckle, to little effect.

“Now you say we’re dissimilar.” Hermione went on, getting out of her chair and striding around the room, with one arm folded across her chest and her chin cupped in her right hand. “But I think we have quite a bit in common. We both adore learning and thirst for knowledge, we’re both clever, and we’re veracious readers. As for any other differences, well, you know what they say, ‘opposites attract’! As for my friends, they really don’t dislike you anymore, now they know the truth. It’s just they don’t know how to act around you. I really appreciated your trying to get into the conversation with Harry during Christmas dinner, by the way. Oh, and I noticed you’re being much nicer to Neville. Thank you for that.”

Severus just stared at her disbelievingly. She was making too much sense. And, what’s more, she knew it!

“Moving on, I’m delighted to know you think I’m beautiful.” Hermione beamed. “I’m sorry you think of yourself as ugly. I find you extremely handsome! I adore tall men; and your black eyes and long, black hair are so sexy! I think maybe you see yourself much differently than I do. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’re intoxicating!” She blurted out, lowering her gaze from his, while her cheeks flushed pink. She was looking a bit bashful all of a sudden, as though her last remarks had just slipped out, unbidden.

It seemed to take Hermione a moment to compose herself after that last comment. Still, she pressed on. “Finally, you were a death eater; you’re not one anymore and I think you have more than made up for it. And before you say another thing, everyone feels exactly the same as I do on that matter. Absolutely everyone: the Order, the students and teachers at Hogwarts, even the Daily Prophet! Surely, you’ve read the articles.”

Severus opened his mouth, as if to speak, but could find no response, and so shut it again.

Hermione moved closer to him. They were toe to toe now. “Also, there’s that kiss. Can you deny that?”

“Um, well, no. Certainly not, but…” Severus trailed off. He was gazing down into her longing eyes. The top of her head barely reached his chin. She was so small, so beautiful, and so irresistible.

He could stand it no longer. Before he knew it, his arms were wrapped around her and his mouth was pressing down on hers. She yielded to his lips instantly. All his previous ponderings flew from his head and he was left only with feeling; physical sensations: the feeling of his heart pounding against his ribcage, the feeling of Hermione’s fingers playing in his hair again, the softness of her skin and her delicate scent. He experienced a thrilling, pulling feeling right behind his navel; not dissimilar to the feeling one gets when traveling by portkey. This was Heaven and he wanted it never to end. But eventually it did end and it was Severus who pulled away first this time.

Struggling to catch his breath, Severus panted, “Hermione, please, I’ll lose my job! You’re still a student after all.” He had dragged his face from hers, but his arms still encircled her waist. He couldn’t quite bring himself to let go of her.

Hermione peered up at him, smiling; her hands tenderly gripping his shoulders. “Well, about that; I am currently a student, but only for a few more months. You may be the wrong person to admit this to,” She giggled. “But, I’ve broken school rules before and I could be persuaded to break them again, for something worthwhile that is. Anyway,” Hermione went on breezily. “You won’t lose your job. Headmistress McGonagall doesn’t mind. I’ve spoken with her about it.”

Severus’ eyes opened wider than he though possible, and his arms dropped to his sides. “What? You’ve spoken to her about me…about us?”

“Well, yes, actually.” Hermione removed her hands from his shoulders. “McGonagall and I have grown quite close and I mentioned my feelings for you to her one evening, when we were discussing N.E.W.T.’s. As often happens, one thing led to another and we ended up discussing what was and what wasn’t appropriate…regarding you and I, I mean.” Hermione stopped to check on Severus’ response to the information she was divulging. His mouth was slightly agape, but she judged it safe to continue. “She doesn’t mind us being alone together, or snogging, even. She just said that we shouldn’t do anything terribly inappropriate.”

Severus stepped back from her. “How dare..? What were you think-? Obviously you weren’t! Good God, Hermione!” Severus was so furious; he was incapable of forming complete sentences. He threw one last disbelieving look towards Hermione and promptly stormed out of his own office.



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Chapter 6
The Talk

Severus tore up the dungeon stairs, two at a time, and headed towards the headmistress’ office. He could scarcely believe that Hermione had discussed him, in such a personal way, with Minerva McGonagall. He hoped she hadn’t caused too much damage. He was utterly embarrassed to even think about the conversation they must have had; Hermione had casually mentioned snogging and impropriety as though it were nothing at all. Merlin’s hat, beard and boots! This was outrageous!

Thankfully, the halls were nearly empty at this time of night, and the few students that Severus did encounter cleared a wide path for him as soon as they saw the dangerous scowl on his face. He climbed the remaining flights of stairs and, finally reaching the gargoyle, he grunted the password through gritted teeth. The gargoyle sprung aside at the word “Fawkes” and Severus stepped into the antechamber and ascended the moving, stone staircase. Once he had arrived at McGonagall’s great, oak door, he rapped on it mercilessly until he heard her protesting voice moving towards his general vicinity.

As soon as Minerva opened the door, Severus bounded inside, and with not so much as a preamble, launched into his tirade. “Headmistress, it has come to my attention that Miss Granger has recently been spouting off some nonsense with regards to herself and…and, well, and myself! It’s preposterous, unheard of even, bothering you with such trivial matters!”

McGonagall closed the heavy door softly behind her, walked to her carved, wooden desk chair, and addressed Severus in the slightly sarcastic manner, which only she could pull off. “Oh, Severus, I am sorry. I didn’t realize it was nonsense. I took her at her word. She seemed so sincere.” She motioned for him to have a seat in one of the high backed chairs that now stood before her desk.

They both sat and stared at each other for a mere second before Severus blurted out, “It’s nothing really; this…this fancy. It’s just a schoolgirl’s crush; it will pass.”

“This is distressing, Severus.” Dumbledore broke into the tête-à-tête from his framed portrait on the wall. “We had such a nice chat about you. Miss Granger really does care for you and I personally thought you two would make a very good couple.”

Severus’ head whipped up to look Dumbledore in the eye. “You had a nice chat about me? How many people where in on this little conversation? All the previous headmasters, no doubt!” Severus gestured to the paintings of headmasters past on the walls.

“I’m afraid so.” Answered Dumbledore, smiling slyly from his portrait on the wall.

“And do you expect me to be happy about it?” Severus snapped.

“I’m afraid not.” Dumbledore conceded, trying for a more serious tone.

“It’s not enough that most of the wizarding world knows about my past! Now, everyone knows about my current doings as well! Is nothing private?” Severus ranted to no one in particular.

“Yes, of course, Severus.” Minerva reassured. “Hardly anyone knows. Just Albus and myself, possibly a close friend or two of Miss Ganger’s. No one else, I’m sure.”

“This is ludicrous!” Severus barked. “A single dance blown all out of proportion.”

Both Minerva and Dumbledore gazed at him, unconvinced, but it was McGonagall who commented, quite softly. “It was a bit more than a dance, as Miss Granger tells it.”

“Even if it were more, there are too many reasons why a relationship between myself and Miss Granger wouldn’t work.” Severus asserted, shifted in the chair and then began ticking them off, one by one, as he had done with Hermione earlier that evening. “Of course, she had counter arguments for all my reasons!”

“And did they have merit?” Minerva asked.

“Yes, a little too much.” Severus admitted, pursing his lips and looking pensive.

“Well, everything’s all sorted then. Normally, I would have frowned upon such an association, but it seems I’ve become a little lenient where Miss Granger is concerned. She’s exceedingly mature for her age and I’m willing to make an exception for you too, Severus. You’ve done so much for Hogwarts, for all of us, really, and goodness knows my predecessor make quite a few exceptions in his time!” Minerva looked up at Albus, who was wearing a mischievous grin and a twinkle in his eye. “As I told Miss Granger, as long as there is no breach in propriety-”

“Yes, Minerva, as to that part of your conversation, I am painfully aware! Please, do not repeat it, I beg of you.” Severus interrupted, his cheeks burning red with evident embarrassment.

“Severus, may I ask you a very personal question?” Dumbledore interjected.

Severus arched an eyebrow before declaring, “I’d rather you didn’t, but since I am sure that you will, go on.”

“Thank you.” Dumbledore replied placidly, his face a mirror of calm. “Does your reluctance to, shall we say, get involved with Miss Granger, have anything to do with Lily Potter? Before you answer, Severus, please allow me to say one more thing. I know how much you loved Lily, still love Lily, in fact. But Severus, is it possible that it’s time to let the past remain where it should; in the past?”

Severus considered Dumbledore’s remarks for a moment. “Maybe it does have something to do with Lily.” He sighed. “But it’s even more than that. I’m not acting like myself anymore. I can’t make decisions, my lies are ridiculous: I gave Winky an absurd falsehood that anyone but a loyal house elf would have questioned. If I’d acted this way a year ago, it would have cost me my life!” Severus ended in an irritated huff.

“But it isn’t a year ago, Severus.” Dumbledore cited gently. “You don’t need to be on guard anymore. Things are different now. You needn’t keep your true thoughts and feelings hidden. Perhaps it’s time you allow yourself the freedom to experience the sentiment of reciprocal love. Because Severus, I do believe Miss Granger is in love with you.” Dumbledore confessed, with a sincere and slightly pleading look in his eyes.

At that last sentence, Severus’ lips betrayed him and began to curl up into the beginnings of a smile.

“Severus, you’re smitten. Oh go on…admit it!” Minerva goaded in a friendly manner.

Severus’ face dropped and he gave her an incredulous stare in answer to her impulsive comment. He hadn’t expected McGonagall and Dumbledore to be quite so accepting of his situation. He was strangely relieved to find that they were so encouraging, but still, he wasn’t ready to admit to being smitten.

“Very well; do as you like!” Minerva frowned, clearly irritated at Severus’ refusal to admit his true feelings. “Oh, I nearly forgot, Severus, there is an Order meeting on Friday evening. Since we can’t both leave the school, could you please attend on both our behalves? You can fill me in when you get back.” McGonagall added.

“As you wish.” Severus replied. The last thing he wanted to do on Friday night was to attend and Order meeting. He had been set on spending the night alone in front of his fire with a large bottle of firewhiskey. He had planned on drinking the entire bottle and seeing if there were any answers to be found at the bottom of it. “Headmistress, Headmaster.” He nodded briskly at them both before getting up from his chair, turning and sweeping from the room.

Oh yes, this was going to be a long weekend…




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Severus was sitting in his room on what felt like the coldest evening of the year thus far. January had been frigid, but February was proving to be downright bitter. Perfect, Severus thought to himself, for the task he had planned for this evening. After a long week of teaching mostly dimwitted students, he was finally alone with that bottle of firewhiskey he had been looking forward to. He had forced himself to eat his dinner leisurely that evening, not wanting to draw any attention to himself, before retiring to his private quarters to grade this weekend’s homework, and then settle in to the task at hand.

As soon as he was in the privacy of his lodgings, Severus removed his midnight black robe and top coat, rolled up his stiff, white shirt sleeves and retrieved the firewhiskey from the locked cabinet behind his desk. He set the bottle down on the table beside the fire and conjured a small, glass tumbler. Resolved to finally make up his mind once and for all regarding Hermione Granger, he dropped into his favorite chair and stretched his long legs before the fire.

There were so many things to consider: his inclinations, her feelings, the unsolicited advice from Dumbledore and McGonagall, what others would think of him. Well, he had gotten a taste of that at the last Order meeting, hadn’t he?

It had been a few weeks ago now, but he would never forget the utter mortification he had felt. It began like any other Order meeting, with the usual mundane roll call. There were far less members now, of course, and it was more of an informal gathering than a meeting, really. Molly had made tea, biscuits and little, frosted cakes, and also had bottles of butterbeer on hand, should anyone prefer that to the tea. Kingsley Shacklebolt called the meeting to order and asked if anyone wanted to report any unsafe rumblings or conspicuous activities. Since no one had anything to report, Kingsley turned his focus to Severus and asked how things were at the school.

Severus cleared his throat, before giving his report. “The school is as secure as ever; more so even than before the war. We’ve reinforced the barriers with charms-”, Severus stopped short and glanced around to see what the constant rumbling noise was that was disrupting his train of thought. It turned out to be Percy Weasley, grumbling something to his mother while she kept trying to shush him. All eyes followed Severus’ glare and soon the whole room was aware of Percy’s and Mrs. Weasley’s mutterings.

As soon as Percy noticed that he had everyone’s undivided attention, he took advantage of the momentary silence and voiced his complaints. “I’m sorry, mother; I feel I must speak my mind.” Turning from Molly, he met Severus’ stare and spoke directly to him, as if there was no one else in the room. “Professor Snape, it has come to my attention that you have been spending a great deal of time with Hermione Granger. As a former prefect, I know the rules and regulation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry verbatim. It is not permitted for professors and students to fraternize, as it may promote an unfair advantage to said student. Furthermore…it’s just wrong! I mean, your twice her age!” He pontificated, looking about the room and obviously hoping that someone would join him in his persecution.

“Percy, please, this is neither the time nor place!” Molly pleaded, as all the other Order members continued to stare alternately from Percy to Severus and back again.

Severus was enraged. His face had become paler than ever, except for the tiny specks of red that had begun to dot his cheeks. How dare this pompous excuse for a man berate him in front of the entire Order of the Phoenix? Further, how did he find out about him and Hermione? Not knowing how best to respond, Severus rose as if to leave. “Kingsley, if we are done here, I should like to return to Hogwarts. I have more important things to do than to sit here and be harassed by a former student!” He growled, all the while sneering and staring into Percy’s blinking eyes.

“Yes, Severus, by all means.” Shacklebolt replied a bit perplexed. “But what is this that Percy is referring to?”

Severus finally tore his eyes from Percy’s and glanced at everyone before resting his gaze on Shacklebolt Kingsley. “No doubt he will tell you when I’m gone!” He seethed, whipped around and made for the door.

“Yes, Professor, I will tell them!” Percy shouted after him. “Hermione Granger is a good friend of my brother Ron’s and I had it in a letter from him that you are taking advantage of the young girl’s sensibilities!”

Severus was nearly at the front door and he could still hear Percy’s ranting, as well as some low mumbling from the others, when he felt a hand on his arm. He spun around while simultaneously thrusting his wand into the face of the person whom he was sure would turn out to be Percy Weasley.

“Oh, Severus, it’s just me!” Exclaimed Molly, jumping back from Severus’ outstretched arm.

Severus lowered his wand and cursed. “Merlin, Molly, I nearly hexed you. Was there something you needed? If not, I really must be going.”

“It’s only…I just wanted to apologize for Percy. He’s a bit…well; he’s a stickler for rules and such.” Molly looked up at Severus with an embarrassed frown.

“I suppose you know about my personal travails too?” Severus grimaced.

“Yes, unfortunately. We’ve recently had a letter from Ron, you see.” Molly fretted, she seemed unsure of how to proceed. “Severus, this must be quite discomfiting for you. I don’t wish to make matters worse; I just wanted to assure you that not everyone feels as Percy does. I certainly don’t.”

Severus raised both eyebrows incredulously at Molly’s admission, unable to believe her, but wanting her to continue anyway.

“Well, I don’t! You may remember that Remus and Tonks had quite an age difference between them. And they ended up happy…well, they were happy, until…” She trailed off. “Dear me, that may have been a bad example.”

“Possibly.” Severus gave a quick snort. “So you don’t have a problem with our age difference, but there are a great many other-”

“No!” Molly cut across him. “Severus, I’ve learned that life is too short to waste a single minute of it! My poor Fred taught me that. Now, if you two truly love each other and make each other happy, then what else is there?” Molly asked and nodded her head, looking pleased that she had said her piece and blinking back the tears that always came at the mention of Fred’s name.

That had happened more than a fortnight ago, yet Severus was still thinking about it. He had left Molly with his thanks and assurances that he would consider what she had said. As a matter of fact, he had been considering it, whether he wanted to or not. Hermione was never far from his mind, but then again, neither were the comments made by that haughty Percy Weasley. Undoubtedly, there would be many others that would share his sentiments. Me, for one. He thought sulkily.

Severus was roused by an insistent tapping at his door. He slammed down the bottle of firewhiskey that he had yet to open and barked his usual ‘Enter’, but no one came and still the tapping continued. Arising from his chair by the fire, he stalked to the door and swung it open with the most terrifying scowl on his face. No one was there. What are these blasted students playing at? I’m in no mood… A low hooting grabbed his attention and he looked down to find a Hogwarts owl waiting for him on the cold, stone floor. Severus bent down and took the scroll from the owl’s leg, gave him a nod of thanks and returned to his chair. His heart gave a jolt; the handwriting on the parchment was Hermione’s. Steadying himself, he unrolled the letter and read its contents:



Dear Severus,

I’ve been longing to tell you exactly how I feel about you and I’m afraid, now I’ve made you so angry, that I’ll never get the chance. At least not in person. That’s why I’m writing you this letter. Headmistress McGonagall expressed to me that you were unsure of the constancy of my affection and unsure about your own feelings as well. Please don’t be upset with her. She didn’t betray your confidence; she was just trying to console me and therefore gave me some of the particulars of your conversation with her and Dumbledore.

I should start by telling you that my affections are indeed constant. I developed a crush on you by the end of my very first year here. It was after I’d found out that you were protecting Harry from Quirrell at the Quidditch match. Suddenly, I wasn’t frightened of you the way I was before. I thought that possibly I had misunderstood you, rather like a scenario in one of my favorite muggle books called “Persuasion” but I’m sure you’ve never even heard of it.

Anyway, my crush waned a little during my second year with Gilderoy Lockhart being a professor and all. But it was quickly reignited at the dueling club that first day. When you removed your robes, I noticed you had the most fantastic bottom (sorry if I’ve embarrassed you, but it’s true). And then you went and made Lockhart look like an unskilled child compared to you and your expertise. Well, that just got me fancying you all over again. And then there was the incident in the shrieking shack third year. You were so brave when confronting Sirius, who we all thought was a cold blooded killer at the time. I was so enamored with you and your remarkable courage.

Things got tricky fourth year, as I had a bit of a romance with Viktor Krum. But, by the beginning of fifth year, I was smitten all over again after finding out you were a member of the Order of the Phoenix. I had always told Harry and Ron that you were on our side.

I though of you often when we were hiding from Voldemort and his death eaters last year. I always hoped that you were safe. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I’ve had feelings for you for a very long time. It doesn’t seem they’re going away any time soon. Never, as a matter of fact.

I’ve waited a long time for you, Severus. I’ve waited to be of age, I’ve waited until the war was over and we were both safe. I feel I’ve been waiting half my life and, if you need me to, I’ll wait even longer. I understand that you’ve got to sort things out on your own. I acknowledge that you may still have feelings for Lily. She’s a part of your past, and I accept that, but you should know that I’d like to be your future…If you’ll let me.


All my Love, Always,
Hermione


Severus coughed and suddenly remembered to breathe. He hadn’t realized that he was holding his breath until he had read Hermione’s closing remarks. As if he didn’t have enough crashing around in his head already, now he had this letter to add to the muddled mess that was fast becoming his mind. It truly was a beautiful letter; he would treasure it always, but when he was honest with himself, he knew that even without it, he had made up his mind. He knew what he must do. He had always known.



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A/N: Well here's the second to last chapter. I really hope you all like it. I'll post the final chapter on Friday. Thanks so much to alonnet for all her help (you're the best Aly )! Finally, all characters are the property of JKR, except for Mr. Pocket, who is a little invention of mine.

Chapter 8
Hogsmeade

It was another dreadfully cold day and Severus grabbed his thick, wool cloak before heading out the door. Up the stairs he climbed, fastening his cloak as he went, and quickly exited through Hogwarts’ front doors. The school was all but deserted, as most of the students had taken advantage of the Hogsmeade outing this afternoon. Once Severus got clear of the Hogwarts grounds, he disapparated with a loud crack. Instantly, he arrived at his desired destination: Hogsmeade.

The village was crowded for such a chilly day. But since it was a Saturday, the witches and wizards of Hogsmeade village were out in full force. They had to do their shopping sometime, Severus supposed.

Because most of the students were there today, and as Severus didn’t want to be spotted, he made his way though the packed lanes with extreme care. He tried to blend in with all the other wizards strolling about, as though he did this kind of thing often. Crossing over one of the less traveled roads, he spotted a miserable looking Hermione, bundled up and hunched against the cold, exiting The Three Broomsticks. Poor dear. She looked so forlorn. Well, he would try to remedy that later. She trudged along the snow covered street with Neville Longbottom and Miss Lovegood. Severus wondered why she wasn’t with her usual cohorts, Potter and Weasley, and then he realized that they were probably spending the day with their sweethearts. Hermione wouldn’t have wanted to tag along with the happy lovebirds. Who would? He’d rather enter the forbidden forest without a wand than have to watch those imbeciles drooling all over each other.

Severus waited until they were out of sight before journeying down the lane in the direction of a shop that he had once seen and dearly hoped was still in business. It wasn’t the sort of place he normally frequented, but he was in desperate need of it today. He sighed with relief when at last he saw the store front he was searching for: Pocket’s Lockets. The sign out front proclaimed that they were family owned and operated, and had been in the business of fine jewelry since 1224. Severus took excessive care when checking around to make sure that there wasn’t a soul in sight who would see him enter the shop. Satisfied that he was indeed not followed, he swept a final gaze up and down the lane before swinging open the glass paned door and entering Pocket’s Lockets.

“Good afternoon, Sir. I’m Percival Pocket, ninth proprietor of this fine establishment. What may I do for you today?” A jovial voice called from the back of the shop before Severus even had time to shut the door and quiet the tinkling bell.

“I’m in need of a present.” Severus responded in his usual clipped tones.

“Of course, of course; we have some lovely bracelets in this case over here.” Mr. Pocket suggested as he came round the register in his yellow and white striped vest and lime green robes.

Severus pursed his lips. “I don’t care for all that jangling, personally.”

“No, no. I find it irritating myself.” Mr. Pocket agreed, scratching his chin in thought. “How about a ring? I can show you some very tasteful-”

“It’s a tad premature for that, I think.” Severus interrupted.

“Very well. Right, I have the perfect thing. If you’ll follow me, we have some lovely-”

At that moment the bell on the door gave a jingle signaling that someone else had entered the store. To Severus’s deep dismay, Harry Potter was standing right in front of him. Their eyes met and Severus tried to think of a sarcastic remark to shoot at Harry, but before he could utter a word, Harry stepped further into the shop and up to Severus. “Hello Professor. Um…need some help?” He offered somewhat skeptically.

Extremely embarrassed, Severus straightened to his full height, “Why would I possibly need your help, Potter?” He scoffed.

“Right. Fine.” Harry muttered, tight lipped and obviously insulted. “I’ll shove off then, only…” He paused; it seemed he was having an internal argument with himself. Obviously, one side won because he took a steadying breath and continued on. “It wasn’t my help I was offering. I’m rubbish at this stuff. I was going to get Ginny; she’d know what Hermione would like. But since you don’t need any help…”

“No, wait. I suppose you might prove useful after all.” Severus admitted by way of an apology, all the while still staring at Harry apprehensively. How had Potter known that he was purchasing something for Hermione? Certainly he wasn’t a Legillimens! “But, tell me, what makes you think I’m buying a present for Herm…Miss Granger?” Severus inquired suspiciously.

Harry simultaneously tilted his head, raised his eyebrows and gave Severus a look that conveyed the thought: DUH!

“I see.” Severus sighed. He was caught, there was no getting out of it, he might as well admit it. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I guess there’s a first time for everything.” Harry snorted. The double meaning wasn’t lost on Severus. He never thought he’d see the day that Harry Potter offered to help him with anything, what’s more, he never expected to accept it. “I’ll go find Ginny.”

In less than a minute, Harry came back with Ginny in tow. “Hermione likes things that are old!” Ginny blurted out immediately. Realizing that Severus might take this the wrong way, she amended, “Antiques, I mean…she adores antiques!”

“Excellent!” Mr. Pocket chimed in. “We have a case full of estate jewelry right over here.”

They all followed, as the proprietor lead them over to a pretty, little case in the corner that was easy to overlook. Severus peered in. He knew it was perfect the moment he spotted it.

“I’ll take that one.” He gestured to Mr. Pocket.

“Very good, Sir. You have exquisite taste. Shall I wrap it for you?” Mr. Pocket inquired.

Severus nodded his assent and the three of them stood awkwardly by the case as the box was being wrapped. Harry and Ginny were smiling at each other, holding hands and being altogether nauseating. Severus was shocked though, that they were acting like it was nothing out of the ordinary for Professor Severus Snape to be buying a piece of jewelry for their dear friend Hermione.

Once the transaction was concluded and Mr. Pocket had ushered them out the door, with well wishes and entreating them to come again soon, Severus, Harry and Ginny found themselves utterly alone in the tiny lane with nothing left to say to one another. They shared an uncomfortable moment before Severus remembered his manners and broke the silence.

“Potter, Miss Weasley, thank you for your assistance. I must be going.” He announced, but yet didn’t make a move to leave. Staring down at Harry, he posed the question that had been floating through his mind ever since Harry had entered the shop. “Potter? Would you mind telling me why you were so eager to offer your help? I would have expected you to do the complete opposite. Are you not bothered by this… that is to say…this…relationship?”

Harry appeared pensive. “You know that I think of Hermione as a sister, don’t you?” He asked. Severus dipped his head slightly in agreement, but remained gazing at Harry quizzically. “I want her to be happy and she says that you make her happy. Just be good to her, ok.” Harry instructed rather than asked, and gave Severus a deep and quite meaningful look.

Severus stared strait into Harry’s green eyes as he made the promise to Harry, as well as to himself. “I will.” Severus vowed and he meant it. “Ah, one more thing…not a word of this to anyone. I should like it to be a surprise.”

Harry and Ginny gave conspiratorial grins of compliance before saying goodbye and heading off down the lane.

Severus turned away as well, continued on past Dervish and Banges and slipped into the adjacent shop. An elderly salesclerk bumped into him almost immediately as he stepped over the threshold.

“Excuse me, Sir. I’m dreadfully sorry. Now I’ve nearly knocked you over, is there anything I can help you with?” The old witch asked.

“Um, yes…I’m in need of a new shampoo.”



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Hi Everyone, here's the last chapter. I hope you all like it and also: Happy Valentine's Day (one day early!) By the way, the epilogue is a special little Valentine for my faithful reviewers-thanks ladies! Also, enormous thanks and hugs to Aly, who was a complete joy to work with and helped make this story much better! Finally, all characters are the property of JKR.




Merlin, why was he so nervous? Because he felt as though his life depended on this one evening, possibly? Severus had sent Hermione a note, via owl, earlier in the day asking her to come to his office this evening after dinner. He hadn’t wanted to reveal too much in the letter, but now he was regretting it. She had poured her heart out in the letter she had sent to him and he had merely made a request to her in his. Maybe she wouldn’t even come. She hadn’t yet sent a reply.

Severus took her letter from its hiding place. He had folded it inside his favorite muggle book; it seemed only fitting. Imagine, she thought he had never even heard of “Persuasion”, when in fact, it was one of his favorites too. It seemed that they did have more things in common than he had originally thought. He carefully slid the letter out, unfolded it and reread it for what seemed like the twentieth time. Severus was moved by her honesty and still shocked that she’d fancied him for so long. How could he have never noticed? Probably because he was too busy trying to stay alive.

After he had read the letter the very first time, he decided to stop all his previous, torturous deliberations and just feel. Feeling was something that was usually rather unpleasant for him, but this time was different. The moment he allowed his emotions to wash over him, he knew his decision. His heart was aching-for Hermione; his arms wanted to be around someone-Hermione, he wanted to love someone-Hermione, and be loved-by Hermione.

Now that he finally knew his own heart, Severus was afraid that Hermione might have had a change of hers. He desperately hoped he could get it right this time. Severus glanced at the clock to verify the time and checked his appearance in the mirror yet again. He had put on his blackest robes and washed his hair vigorously. It looked better than usual, but he still wished he was younger and more handsome. Hermione didn’t seem to mind though. She’d said she actually liked the way he looked.

He was going to get it right this time, no matter what it took. He would be a proper…oh, what’s that word? No, surely that’s not it! Yes, actually it was. He would be a proper boyfriend to her.

Finally, the knock on the door came. Severus’ heart was pounding against his ribs and he suddenly felt a bit queasy. Because he believed it would be more gallant, and because he couldn’t quite find his voice, he opened the door himself, rather than calling out for Hermione to enter. At least, he hoped it was Hermione! This was the time he had asked her to come to his quarters. Pulling the door wide and steeling himself for possible disappointment, he gave a long exhalation of breath at the sight of Hermione standing before him.

She was such a vision, still in her school uniform with her hair swept up in a knot; he nearly took her in his arms right there. But knowing he had much to explain, he simply stepped aside and let her in before closing the door behind them. Swallowing his rising panic, Severus offered her a chair with a wave of his hand. He sat down opposite her as apposed to taking the chair behind his desk. He wanted to be as close to her as possible; he was practically sitting at the edge of his seat.

“Hermione,” He began. “I’m so glad you came. I was afraid you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you hadn’t, but I’m so glad you did.” Severus ventured a small smile and a furtive glance at Hermione before continuing. “First, I want to thank you for your letter. It was beautiful and I should have thanked you sooner, only, like you said, I had to work things out for myself."

“And have you?” Hermione asked, biting her lower lip and absentmindedly pushing back her cuticles.

“Yes, I have.” Severus smiled widely and reached forward to cup Hermione’s cheek tenderly with his hand. “I’m sorry to have made you wait this long. I was so concerned with how others would perceive us and the difficulties we would have to face.” He paused to gaze into her lovely, brown eyes and was on the verge of speaking again when Hermione cut across him.

“Severus, please!!” She shouted anxiously. “What have you decided?”

He was taken aback for a moment before he realized that he hadn’t really told her much of anything. Of course she would be uneasy. “It seems I’m no good at this.” Severus chuckled, to his amazement as well as Hermione’s. “Here, maybe this will explain things better than I can.” Severus reached into his robes and removed the wrapped package from Pocket’s Lockets. He leaned forward and lifted Hermione’s left hand with his right and placed the parcel in her palm. He covered it with his free hand. He felt very protective of that little box. It was as though it held his heart at its core. “Open it.” Severus prodded gently.

Hermione looked from their intertwined hands to Severus and back down again. After he withdrew his hands from hers, she began to undo the box with shaking fingers. Once she freed the package of its wrappings and pried open the top of the box, she let out a gasp of utter surprise. She was staring down at the most lovely pendant she had ever seen. It was oval shaped and gold, with ancient runes engraved around the edges. A pearl was set in the center and there was a dusting of tiny emeralds and rubies scattered around it.

“Oh, Severus, it’s beautiful! I love it!” Hermione cried. She leapt out of her seat and threw her arms around his neck. Severus pulled her down onto his lap and slid his arms around her waist. They stared into each others eyes for a moment; Hermione drowning in his dark depths and Severus relaxing in her inviting chocolate warmth. He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against hers. He wasn’t sure if he should venture any further at such a tender moment. To his immense delight, Hermione returned his kiss and pulled at his lower lip with her teeth, biting it teasingly, and waited for him to open his mouth in surprise before diving in and engulfing them both in a bottomless kiss. When they were both dizzy from lack of oxygen, Hermione pulled away. The look of contentment faded from her eyes and she suddenly appeared troubled. “Severus, what about Lily? I mean…are you still in love with her?” She asked reluctantly.

“As you said in your letter, Lily is a part of my past. But you, you’re my future.” Severus eyes twinkled.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the present Severus had given her. Noticing how nice the green emeralds and red rubies complemented each other around the pearl in the center, Hermione remarked, “See, Slytherin and Gryffindor do look nice together.”

“Mmm, you’re right.” Severus admitted happily, taking the necklace from the box and clasping it around Hermione’s neck. Admiring the view, he murmured, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” Before delving into the softness of Hermione’s eager mouth again.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Hermione giggled when they finally broke apart. “I’m afraid we can’t do any more than this. I’ve given McGonagall my word that nothing untoward would happen down here.” She smirked. “But in a few short months I’ll be all yours.”

Severus beamed, wearing the most happy and fulfilled smile of his entire life. “I’m all yours now, and forever. I surrender to you completely, Hermione Granger. I’m no match for you!”








Severus was waiting for Hermione in the cozy cottage she had let in Hogsmeade Village. He had lit a fire and some candles and was perusing some mail in one of the comfortable, chintz armchairs in the lounge adjacent to the kitchen. Hermione had told him that she would be home by six o’clock that evening and would cook them a romantic Valentine’s dinner in honor of the holiday, as well as the one year anniversary of their commitment to each other. He had told her not to rush and assured her that he’d make the dinner, but really, Severus had no intention of doing any such thing. He had decided he would take her out for a nice meal at their favorite restaurant.

To keep himself occupied while awaiting her arrival, he brought the few Valentines cards he had received this year. Never before had he been sent even one card, and suddenly, this year, four had been delivered to him during breakfast. It seemed he had become quite popular now that he was ‘spoken for’. The first card was from a fifth year Gryffindor, Miss Alonnet.

She wrote some very sweet sentiments and wished him a happy Valentine’s Day. Her letter was perfect in grammar and punctuation, as expected. She was a wonderful student; always punctual and attentive and willing to help others. Miss Alonnet had a way with adverbs and adjectives as well, and could turn a dry essay on Grindylows into something appealing. She also included some very interesting ideas in her papers that Severus himself had never considered.

Next, was a card from Miss Rach, who had graduated just last year. She relayed that she had enjoyed his lessons because they were so different from all the others and wished him well. Miss Mugglelovrspew, a fifth year Ravenclaw, wrote something similar, revealing that she was a bit unsure of him at first, but now she was besotted.

Finally, he read the card from Miss Zwillo, a former Gryffindor. She informed him that she was doing well as an author. Severus laughed out loud. He knew she was doing well; everyone did. All he had to do was look at Hermione’s book shelf to see Miss Zwillo’s three best sellers: Hope, Into the Well and Ask Honey. She was renowned in the wizarding world. He should read one; he would ask Hermione which of them she thought he would prefer best when she got home.

As if on cue, the door swung open and Hermione entered, bringing in the cold air with her. She looked to the kitchen and noticed that there was nothing on the stove and no aroma of cooking food being emitted from the oven. A bit disgruntled, she took off her cloak and scarf and mumbled something about seeing to dinner herself. “I have a little energy left.” She commented.

Severus leapt up from his chair and bounded over to her in a few long strides. He wrapped his arms around her and put his index finger under her chin, tilting it up to properly appreciate her pout. He loved that pout. He kissed it lightly and nuzzled her neck while whispering in her ear, “No, save your energy. I want you to use it for something else entirely!” The kiss he planted on her lips left nothing to the imagination. She would be in no doubt of what he wanted.

With a devious grin and a smoldering look in his eyes, Severus took her by the hand and led her up the narrow staircase to her bedroom. She followed him inside without the slightest bit of resistance while Severus thought to himself: this is going to be a bloody good Valentine’s Day!

They never did make it out to dinner.




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