Groundhog Day the Bat: Part 2
He climbed into the shower, before his inner eye had fulfilled laugh again Hermione opened and he turned the water colder. Trembling, he came out. With a flourish of his wand, he was dry and dressed again, as he entered the living room. The two bottles of wine they had drunk were locked and the book was in its place in Shelf. His cloak was folded on his favorite chair, then his eyes fell on the table where the cup of coffee and the Daily Prophet lay. He opened the newspaper, it was still Friday the same day, the same headlines. The cup he reached the edge and tapped with a finger gently against the handle, which fell by a slight pressure.
He drained the cup with a few strokes without stopping and then left his apartment.
Today he was there before them. The seventh graders from the Gryffindors presented the to her regret it. Hermione put to Harry and Ron as she had already done the day before. She walked all morning through the head. Was it that kind of fun the bus said? Nonsense, he reminded himself, but another part of him wanted to bring much like to know exactly. It's just day before yesterday and yesterday something went wrong, he would certainly have been an opportunity to give back their detention. "Munganustrank, you have an hour," he said coolly dropped back and the look on his book that he had to borrow again today.
He constantly looked up to Hermione to catch in the act, but that they had all made just nervous and no one seems inclined to draw any attention to himself. The hour was over. Hermione and Neville delivered from a premium drink. "Miss Granger, there is one more thing I would like to discuss with them," he said this last, as she had already packed their things together.
"We are waiting outside," Ron muttered, and he and Harry left the room. The door lock had fallen in, he walked over to Hermione, grabbed her by the shoulder and she turned to the blackboard, then he leaned back a little and pressed his lips to hers. She had stiffened instantly. Snape let go of her, at the same moment rushed her hand on his cheek, and she rushed to the door.
"What are her favorite flowers?" He asked. She stared at him in surprise.
"Daffodils," she muttered and stormed from the room.
"That was probably a total loss," he said to himself and decided that it probably would be best to call in sick for the rest of the day, eventually would the little Gryffindor intended to tell Dumbledore about the incident, or worse McGonagall.
On another morning he was not back for breakfast appeared. The great hall had filled up slowly. A small house elf appeared before the teacher's desk and gave Dumbledore an envelope which he opened curious and got up after a while, and thus drew the whole attention. "Since today is the last day before the prom, there is no class with Professor Snape," he said, looking at once again to the teacher's desk, but his grumpy friend was not there.
There was silence for a moment in the great hall, but when the students realized that Dumbledore is apparently meant it sparked a fierce murmur that through the whole Hall walked. "This is unbelievable, we have the day off. Potions would have been our only professional, "said Ron, jumping excitedly in his chair back and forth.
"What do we do? Do the same to the lake? "Asked Harry.
Ron nodded vigorously in response, while Hermione still seemed to think about something. "What happened?" Ron poked at them.
"Oh no, you go before me, then come to the same, I just have to drop by the greenhouse," she replied.
you would go to the lake because he was sure, just as they had done the last few weeks almost every day. Snape paced around in front of the castle and tried to intercept them. What if they did not come alone, he had to think about something. At the same moment left Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione the castle. He could only see but not hear. They were stopped and Granger had waved to them. Where are they going? Snape followed her quietly. It seemed they wanted to glasshouses, which was perfect. He hurried up and went in rapid steps toward the edge of the woods, where he then ran straight to the greenhouses.
"What they have to look for here", he barked at her. Hermione shuddered with fright. Snape stood before her, his collar hochgeknöpfter underlined his scowl, not just the basket in his hand did not fit into the picture and Hermione could not resist a glance at risk inside. "If they apparently crave so much for a job they will help me the herbs I've collected to clean up." Hermione nodded silently and followed him into one of the greenhouses to a table. Since she had indeed brewed something.
They faced each other across the table, Snape put the basket between them where each took out a bundle of herbs and it cleaned. It had not lasted long, as he had last taken out. Hermione looked into the basket and her face brightened a little. She took out a bunch of daffodils, which was bound together with a fine thread. "Is that an ingredient?" She asked. Snape gave her a glance.
"weed," he finally said, "Throw it away easily"
"But these are" without saying a word, with a one single glance, he had stopped it. "If you like the weed they can keep it, of course," he said stiffly, took hold of the real herbs and roots back to the basket and left without another word the greenhouse.
Hermione still had the flowers in her hand, she smelled wonderful. She had looked after him and the first and the last corner of his black cloak was gone she came back to himself. It was time to go to the lake. The others waited probably already on it.
"Hermione There you are," Ron called out to her from a distance. "Where because the flowers are, "he asked, contrite, when it arrived at them.
"by Snape," she said absently, and never noticed the horrified faces of her friends. "No, not what you're thinking," she finally said, as Ginny's views threatened to pierce,
"I have saved from that he throws away with the other weeds."
"Were why you at the greenhouses? "Ron asked incredulously after.
"No I got it taken there by accident" she answers it and did the rest of the conversation off with a wink.
Snape paced back and forth in his living room. The flowers she had liked apparently. Again his eye fell on the Clock. The little Gryffindor was five minutes late. He had yet to clearly expressed his message. Eight Clock not a minute earlier, not a minute later. Finally she had given him their work on Veritasserum and now that he wanted to discuss it with her, she is late. At the same moment there was a knock at the door and he stormed out. Suddenly he pulled on it, grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. "They are too late, "he growled.
It was an unusual sight. Snape was still holding her arm firmly. His cloak, he had not and the two top buttons of his shirt were open. He went to the round table in his living room, which was standing right next to a large window. In prison there are windows? Hermione shook the question again and followed him to the table. "Drink?" Came the curt question of their opponent.
"A tea please," she answered him.
a tea? He had rather hoped for a glass of wine, but good if they are needed for hot tea, they should get one. Only where it should come a bitter tea. The only thing he had there was coffee. Snape went to the kitchen and rummaged through all the cupboards until he found a small package, which was still wrapped in the joyful festive wrapping paper in which he had then received from Albus. Hit, he unwrapped it and an equally colorful Teabag came out.
He came back with a tablet, two cups and the pot of tea. He carefully placed it into the middle and they poured the two. Hermione had been four teaspoons of sugar into it, which is eyed Snape with a raised eyebrow. She took a long sip of the hot beverage in the cup when it suddenly shuts off abruptly and began to cough vigorously. They clutched at his neck and excited as they still do not after a while stopped Snape hurried to her. "Wacholdertee" she croaked, "I'm allergic to juniper." Her neck and face were already swollen and she had problems to get clear air.
He picked it up and carried her out of prison immediately. It was still early, the aisles were full of students, so the cape without potions master was associated with a snapping for air Hermione in the arms of the center of attention.
"My goodness, what happened?" They hastened to meet Poppy and paved the way to a free bed where she passed Snape. "Miss Granger is apparently allergic to juniper berries," Snape said quietly, while Poppy smear her neck with an ointment and Hermione hurried gasping calmed down to a quiet breathing in and out.
"How good that it happened to be in the vicinity professor," said Poppy, "but now she needs peace first. I will tomorrow they notify the state of the girl. "Snape merely nodded and left the hospital room.
***
He had to cancel classes today again yesterday and examined the "test results" unless of course it was possible. They had been surprised, but of course no one had dared to say something and they diligently filled out their test sheet. They carried a favorite color, her favorite food, favorite drink, allergies and other details and then he had an evening of it spent, Hermione Granger questionnaire to learn by heart, because this morning everything was already gone.
Snape wrote a little note, it was again time to speak with Miss Granger about her work for the Oxford University. He tied the note to his owl to them for seven in the evening today to order the clock. Thus, he still had enough time to make the necessary preparations and the first thing he would go to bus and borrow a packet of black tea.
The little Gryffindor was late again, but why they should now come on time, after all, today was indeed before yesterday. At five minutes past eight I knocked on the door. This time he made them wait a little before he went to the door and opened it. The sight of Snape in the shirt they had surprised. She wore itself as the days before her blue jeans and a simple white shirt. "Sit down," he offered her a place on the couch and put himself next to her. The comfortable chairs remained empty, contrary to expectations.
On the small table in front of them stood a jug and two cups. "Tea?" Snape offered her and poured them both one without waiting for their answer, did he add four teaspoons of sugar. "How much do you charge?" He asked.
"Just as much," Hermione was back in surprise. You could have sworn he would drink his tea without sugar, because if he ever drank what. They drank their tea
without changing a word, then he cleared the dishes with a flourish of his wand, and let her work on the herfliegen Veritasserum, along with a small blue bottle, which he in their hand pressed. "What is it? "she asked, confused, but his face betrayed nothing. Hermione turn uncorked it and sniffed. It smelled of nothing. She made a drop on her index finger and rubbed it with your thumb. It felt slightly oily and left a cold Britzeln when evaporate the liquid. "It feels like Veritasserum, but it is blue," she said. One of Snape's usually so stiff eyebrows shot up.
"The true, the blue dots," he said, waiting for her reaction. She seemed to think a moment, then lit up her face.
"They have tried it? "she asked incredulously.
"It alleviates the after-effects, which confirms the assumption in its report," he said, "The blue color is a little side effect. The blue dots has proved to be very stubborn, but I'm sure if you value the lack of color there are ways and means to neutralize the blue. "She gave him back the bottle. Only now you were the flowers fell on the small table in front of them.
"They're beautiful," she said absently, and would have it most like themselves slapped. Snape would make sure every moment of the ceiling. He took the time to talk with her about her work and she adored his flowers.
"Yes, I thought so too. Daffodils are my favorite flowers, "he said, and smiled at her charming. Hermione stared at him. They did not want to stare, but she just could not stop. "Is something wrong?" He asked after a while.
"No, no," she put away "until I just did not even know that you are for green stuff you do not use a magic potion all can have something left, "she murmured.
"Now that their work is concerned, because I noticed something. All your facts and research are of course correct, but I would not send the so anyway at the university, "he said, and took out the magazine. "They want to skip the basic course. They should sound a little more professional. It's nice that you can see your enthusiasm for the subject between the lines, but it should not be the enthusiasm of a child. Try to contribute your work can be something abstract. I told you the most distinctive bodies painted red, "he said and gave her the book. Hermione through the pages, in fact, every second sentence is marked and a small comment.
"Thanks, I'll be looking at her notes carefully," she said. He had thought for a moment she would be disappointed that he apparently had yet so much fault with their work, but since he had made a mistake. Nevertheless, his plan was to run not quite. "If you have any questions, out with it. I do not think that further offers them a chance, "he said, and drank another brave Sip of his tea much too sweet. Hermione seemed to reflect.
"I have a lot of questions. Had. Could I consider a moment? "She said hesitantly.
"Go ahead", he returned and took the time to two glasses and a bottle of wine to bring. He gave them a two and handed her a glass. If they dare? The fact was that he offered her straight in his own living room a glass of wine her a jerk. "Why do you teach?" She finally asked, forcing herself to him while in his black Eyes to see.
The question had surprised him in the act. "I like magic potions," he says finally.
Hermione snorted. "They hate children, and could earn their qualifications in the private sector much more money."
"I like Hogwarts and money is not everything Miss Granger," he said cool and fixed it for as long until they finally lowered her gaze.
"You are right, I'm sorry," she said and took a swig from her glass.
"Why Potions? "He asked in his turn the conversation back into gear and support it from his elbow on the back of the couch, where he discreetly a little closer rue ckte.
"I like magic potions," she said and grinned at him insolently.
"Oh yes, I've realized that. Why should I suffer every other hour with their questions? "Replied he, looking at her dark, but instead to crawl under the table in front of the piercing black eyes, she burst into a roar of laughter out and threatened to spill the contents of her glass, if Snape had not taken her hand in time and thus save not only a couch in front of spots, but had also brought laughter from an embarrassing moment of silence, to all of Hermione Ü ; berfluss also drove the redness in the face.
The color on her cheeks, she was really good. Maybe he should tell her and if it were not so well received, he would repeat all morning just going to have but not a compliment. "I'm sorry, I should be more careful," saith Hermione. Snape was in the meantime, a piece closer.
"The red color represents her cheeks," he said, stroking her a strand from her face. For a moment he had felt, she held her breath. Maybe they did. She was stiff and looked at him. Her eyes were hard to decipher, but definitely was not a reluctance to recognize it. His hand stroked her cheek and his face had approached her politely encouraging more and more slowly until just before their lips touched paused and could feel her warm breath and taste. A moment later, he ventured the last step and costs Her tender lips are de instantly opened and his tongue granted admission. It was sweetly, until she finally broke from him and looked at him shocked.
"I'm sorry. It is not. It is. We can not, "she stammered. She took her work on the Veritasserum and disappeared through the door.
Snape was still just as she had left him on the couch. What was in Merlin's beard just happened? Everything went perfect. If he just thought it was even better than the last time he had kept in her . Let He emptied his glass and poured himself a train once again, again and again and again. One of the advantages over and over again to experience the same day was to be able to run on the evening and the next day not a cat to have.
***
It was six clock in the morning. He wrote a note that fail would be teaching today, a house elf sent to Dumbledore and decided to sleep off pretty hard. The next time he woke up it was already twelve. He could not remember the last time when he had slept so long, but it felt fantastic.
After a long shower and a great shave, he got dressed and went on his way to the great hall where he filed only a small detour. It was exactly would one ten and in about half an hour it Poppy ask for a new bottle of wound serum. He entered the hospital. "Good day, Professor," she greeted him, "Just a moment," she said, and ranked a big pile of bandages to it blocked the view through the room, where she accidentally to one of the side tables pushed and knocked over a large bottle, Snape caught the skillful. She put down the stack and looks at her over.
"That was just so good again. You have saved a lot of work, "she said. Snape nodded with a smug grin and put the bottle to a safer location before he went back to the door. "What they wanted, anyway?" Poppy wanted to do with him. He turned to her.
"That must have slipped me," said, walking out the door.
He hurried into the great hall. At its Clock it was twenty past one. So he had exactly 7 minutes of a to get the chops. Great strides he went to the teacher's desk, sat down beside Dumbledore, grabbed his fork and carried one of the chops on his plate as a deafening sneeze of Hagrid two places on not only with respect to Professor Flitwick small droplets covered, but also the record with chops, which remained untouched for the rest of the lunch.
"What made you tuned so happy?" Dumbledore wanted to do with him when he saw Snape smile to himself. The only shrugged his shoulders and continued eating his lunch. He did not know which particular Friday that was now. At first he tried counting, but the facts that he could not write it and every day was Friday made it difficult for him.
His plate was empty, he got up and went just as soundlessly as he had come. He went straight towards the library, but he walked past her, and followed instead go straight to the floor.
Ron's fist bounced off Snape's hand. Where did the get it? "Well, well, Mr. Weasley, but you did not beat a classmate, or does it?" Asked Snape with impaling glance, while with the other hand Goyle held by the collar. "The makes 200 points from Gryffindor. And Mr. Goyle, you better go to the hospital wing again and can be investigated by Madame Pomfrey, "he said gleefully.
"200 points? It can not do it, I'll talk to Professor McGonagall, "Ron said excitedly with a red head.
"Go ahead," said Snape him and left him with the words stand. He pulled Gryffindor now almost every day from hundreds of points, but it was not like that much fun if their points account each morning was always full.
finally arrived at his apartment, he decided today to read a little, because that was the only thing he did on the night. Everything that was in his mind was still there the next morning. He let his eyes wander over the wide bookcase, until his eye was hanging on Françoise Laurent's "magic potions" and his thoughts wandered again to the little Gryffindor. He had tried in the past few days over and over again, but she had rejected him again and again. It seemed to him that would be a time when she had not rejected him, was a one-time fluke, and he had tried to to ban small pain in the neck from his head, in vain as he had to find again. He
the huge, old book from the shelf and got flipped around a bit in it. All modern potions and procedures based on these twelve thousand pages. This book had inspired him many times. Perhaps this was now the correct reading. He took it under his arm and walked so far to a shady clearing away from the lake, away from the noisy laughter of the students. It was a sunny day, just like the tens of days earlier, but somehow he had that desire to enjoy this good weather. Snape took off his cloak and placed it on the floor to sit on it. He opened the book to simply started on page one to read.
He does not like others around the pages and read the chapters especially interested him. Everything in this book was exciting on its own way. He was already on page 300, when the sun no longer gave enough light to illuminate him and his wand had the semi-darkness, as he had heard a noise from nearby in the bushes. "Who's there?" He asked sharply, pointing with the wand in the direction.
"I'm sorry, I did not know that someone is here. I just have a quiet place for reading looking for, "said a voice he could clearly assign Hermione Granger. That it was the last straw. "You can stay if they promise me you cheeky mouth to keep," he said. Hermione nodded eagerly and took a few steps toward him.
you obviously had no blanket and put it on the bare grass. Snape moved a bit to the side and made room on his mantle wide. "You catch a cold even on the cold floor. Come here, "he said while he did not look up. Hermione sat down beside him and hit back on her book, but soon she could not take their eyes on her own lines and keep late again over to Snape. He looked at himself after a while, though she does not, however. Hermione was still staring at his book and then back to him.
"Is this about Françoise Laurent, magic potions' in the first edition?" She asked bewildered, "were printed only 50 copies worldwide and there are only five," she gushed more going on. "I know, Miss Granger, I own one of them, just happens," he said with an expression that could not identify them. Snape lowered his gaze back further and read, but he was not alone anymore now. What had always Hermione just read, it had become unattractive, instead they tried to quietly watch over to him and to catch a little magic potion history.
"If they read along?" He asked in a monotonous tone that made clear what he thinks about this intrusion into his privacy and put the same time the book was in the middle, between them both. Snape read quickly, which probably was connected, among other things, that he had read any of these lines several times and Hermione had trouble keeping up, but they decided it would be better not to complain.
It had become really dark. Reading in the glare of the wand was exhausting. He rubbed his eyes to get rid of the tension a bit, then he leaned back, looked up at the sky and let the darkness on you.
"And have you ever heard of Oxford?" He asked conversationally. The darkness hid her surprised face.
"They are still waiting to go to work the Veritasserum, then they make a decision," she said.
"She is very well as regards the facts, only in their style, they still need to work a little. The University regards such work has certain basic lines, which must be strictly adhered to for a chance to succeed, "he says.
"You've already seen?" She asked excitedly.
"We can go through it tomorrow," he answered her question, which was actually her in the mouth.
"But tomorrow, but the final ball," she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice clearly.
"Oh is yes, yes tomorrow, the prom, how could I forget that, "he said sarcastically, but the sarcasm was less to the prom, but the date on which he fell.
"They have not with festivities," stated Hermione.
"And they can hardly keep a thought for themselves," said he raised again and the light of his wand to see them.
"At least I'm not so closed my fellowmen," as it was again, again she said out loud what they had just thought. She glared angrily at. He was the last person who could blame anyone any bad trait.
"They are pretty when they are angry," he said with a raised eyebrow and earned her bewildered look.
He leaned back and looked again at the sky, said he could feel how Hermione stretched out next to him also. "I will miss Hogwarts," she said finally. He listened as her breathing was shallow and remembered his last year. It was the only home he ever had.
"you can can use to return after their studies Hogwarts capable people, "he said after a while. The lights had gone out of their wands, but she could feel his closeness directly beside him and did it incredibly well. She was unconsciously a little closer to him slipped.
"Why do they teach?", Wanted to know. There was the question again, but this time he actually thought about it.
"I believe because Hogwarts," he said finally, "because Dumbledore and because I all here want to protect. "
on such a honest answer had they not been caught. If they can see something, they would have stared at him stunned, instead they just lay next to him was and what was said and the fact that he entrusted her to go through your head. Her hand slipped from her stomach and grazed his, but it did not seem to mind that her hand touched the back so she let her hand lie quietly. Snape turned his head away. He had her hair in front of his face. They smelled of fruit, just as he expected had. He leaned on one elbow and took the other hand one of its strands between your fingers. It was too dark to see Wanted to her, but at least she does not say anything about it.
Her hair was very soft and the hair sashayed through his fingers. He ran his whole hand through her hair and felt like she turned her head to him. A sudden desire to kiss her came over him, but he was afraid to make the whole break, so he continued playing with her hair and enjoyed that gradually more and get closer to him rue ckte until finally her head on his shoulder stood, her arm resting on his belly and deep long breaths told him that she was asleep.
He struggled even with the fatigue. He wanted to enjoy this moment full before again was over.
A bright ray of sunlight woke him again this morning and something heavy had seen to it that his shoulder was asleep. Brown hair hung down in the face and the person to whom they belonged to seemed to wake up now. Hermione stretched extensively, then she opened her eyes and was surprised at first not to be in Gryffindorschlafsaal. If they were here yesterday to sleep together? The thought it was red, but Snape had not yelled yet. She looked sleepy and her hair curled still confused than usual
By and large, she looked adorable, he noted. Only now he noticed that they were still in the clearing.
"Good morning," he said. His voice was used. Hermione smiled at him. That was a good sign. His henchmen still on her waist, as they were asleep. He consolidated his grip, his other hand stroked her cheek and pulled her closer until their noses touched. She put her arms around his neck and bridged the last two inches that separated her lips apart.
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