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“You Mister Severus ‘whatever your middle name is’ Snape, are hot,” She grinned as she reached into her purse, and pulled out a vial, “Sober up potion,” she took a drink, and smiled at him, “You know,” she leaned in, and whispered in his ear once again, “
"You, Mister Severus whatever-your-mid...dle..."
Hermione trailed off in mid-sentence as the potion took effect, then blushed a shade of scarlet a Mediterranean sunset would envy as the reality of what she had just said came crashing down on her. She chanced a look into Severus's eyes and immediately regretted it; running up against the force of his gaze was like bouncing off a concrete wall. She quickly peeled herself off of him and glanced down at the vial in her hand, which made it clear: she had grasped the wrong one.
That's the last time I carry that next to my Aphrodillusia, Hermione thought, turning away to face the wall. She groaned in frustration, then hurled the vial against the floor, where it shattered. She gained only momentary satisfaction from this act, however, as Severus's cold voice frosted over her fury at herself, chilling it to a block of ice in her gut.
"Only one person in this room, Miss Granger, is allowed to scatter broken glass upon its floor. I believe that person is me, and not you." He paused, and the only sound Hermione could hear in that space was her own rapid breathing. "But if you doubt my conclusion," he continued in a falsely kind tone, "I should be delighted to afford you a demonstration." The last word was a snarl that would have made a tiger think twice about going after whatever prey Severus might have been pursuing.
Hermione quickly weighed her chances against something Harry had once mentioned about a jar of cockroaches.
She fled.
(p.s. Fanon says "Tobias"; what are you, new? I personally find it too obvious to be satisfying, although it's probably what JKR thought, given how she dealt with other characters' middle names.)
“You Mister Severus ‘whatever your middle name is’ Snape, are hot,” She grinned as she reached into her purse, and pulled out a vial, “Sober up potion,” she took a drink, and smiled at him, “You know,” she leaned in, and whispered in his ear once again, “
"You, Mister Severus whatever-your-mid...dle..."
Hermione trailed off in mid-sentence as the potion took effect, then blushed a shade of scarlet a Mediterranean sunset would envy as the reality of what she had just said came crashing down on her. She chanced a look into Severus's eyes and immediately regretted it; running up against the force of his gaze was like bouncing off a concrete wall. She quickly peeled herself off of him and glanced down at the vial in her hand, which made it clear: she had grasped the wrong one.
That's the last time I carry that next to my Aphrodillusia, Hermione thought, turning away to face the wall. She groaned in frustration, then hurled the vial against the floor, where it shattered. She gained only momentary satisfaction from this act, however, as Severus's cold voice frosted over her fury at herself, chilling it to a block of ice in her gut.
"Only one person in this room, Miss Granger, is allowed to scatter broken glass upon its floor. I believe that person is me, and not you." He paused, and the only sound Hermione could hear in that space was her own rapid breathing. "But if you doubt my conclusion," he continued in a falsely kind tone, "I should be delighted to afford you a demonstration." The last word was a snarl that would have made a tiger think twice about going after whatever prey Severus might have been pursuing.
Hermione quickly weighed her chances against something Harry had once mentioned about a jar of cockroaches.
She fled.
(p.s. Fanon says "Tobias"; what are you, new? I personally find it too obvious to be satisfying, although it's probably what JKR thought, given how she dealt with other characters' middle names.)