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Along the Lines of Forbidden: Chapter 3, Apologies and Makeup
"Hermione?" A redhead whispered to her in the library. Hermione was so into her book. It was so absorbing. Animagus. How she wanted to be one. Maybe I'll do try it in a few weeks. Ginny kept bugging her. Hermione, to her disappointment, listened to Ginny. She was getting too annoying for her own good.
"Yes? Please make it quick. I want to get back to my book."
"Are you still going to seduce Snape?"
"It still sounds wrong. I'm not really sure . . ." Ginny's eyes widened. Soon they were big as saucers. This was not a good sign. Her excitement was never a good sign. Never at all.
"Are you going to kiss him in front of everyone." Hermione stared at her in shock. She on the other hand was literally bouncing with happiness. She thought it would be the 'perfect relationship'. Hermione most definitely disagreed.
"Virginia Molly Weasley!" She said threateningly. Ginny looked sad. Her face was pleading. She had on the Weasley's trademark puppy dog eyes that could even melt a death eater if they wanted to.
"It would be funny!" Hermione raised an eyebrow at her. That did not sound right, she thought.
"No. That is it!" she paused for a bit, "I've got a good idea!" Ginny's face lit up gleefully. Hermione put her large moldy book down.
"What? The suspense is killing me!" Hermione giggled, blushed, and then began to speak. Ginny wanted to know so badly. Her eyebrows were disappearing into her flaming red hair.
"I could . . . no . . . but maybe . . . I would be breaking a few rules . . . I could make Snape want to kiss me!" Ginny, eyes wide, nodded slowly. She looked as if she was in a deep trance. This is the most foolish plan ever, but Ginny is right it would be fun.
"Yeah. That gives me an idea. When there is a slow snog, I mean song, I can dance with Harry and start to," she giggled madly; Hermione rolled her eyes. She didn't want to know. "Kiss him." She began to blush a fierce crimson that clashed with her Weasley hair.
"Ok, but please don't give me a detailed explanation of the way he kisses. I don't think I could stomach it." Ginny once more was drowned by a fit of giggles. A deep masculine [erotic in Hermione's case ~_^] interrupted their chat.
"Sorry to intrude on your -very important- chat, but I would like to speak to Miss Granger." Ginny nudged Hermione in the ribs. She was trying to get at it again. She probably thought he was going to kiss her once again. Hermione shoved away Ginny's arm and nodded at her Professor.
"Yes sir." He took this as a cue to leave with her. Professor Snape began to stride through the musty library. Hermione could barely keep up with the older man. He was walking to the dungeons. Why that far? Why not in some empty class room? That would be too suspicious. Wait! Where did that come from? She thought she couldn't take anymore walking for the day. She finally was able to reach him. His robes billowing behind him touched her bare legs. She was wearing her school uniform. A blouse and a small plated skirt. Her robes were open revealing her school attire. They reached his office and he muttered the password that was sadly inaudible to Hermione's ears.
"I wanted to apologize for my inappropriate behavior. I should keep our relationship to student/teacher nothing more. That is all. You may go." He was very stressed out about apologizing. Especially to a student. This would be the end of his reputation. Hermione was at a loss for words. She stood there gaping like a fish. The big bad potions professor had just said sorry for kissing her. And why would he apologize to her. She was just a little know-it-all who is to smart for her own good. Don't forget annoying. "I thought I told you to go, Her-Miss Granger." He had almost said her first name. Why though? She thought. She had to say something. So she said the first thing that came to her mind, which was rather stupid.
"It's quite all right, anytime sir." She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Professor Snape had turned his head quickly, making locks of dark hair go flying. He looked at her stunned. She had just said anytime for kissing her. Maybe he should kiss her again. No, bad Severus. Do not think dirty thoughts. He was still to shocked to say anything. She on the other hand was blushing madly. She got up from her chair and ran. Probably going to see one of her stupid friends, he thought. Suddenly he felt all alone
~ * ~
"So tell me what happened! Did you kiss again?" Hermione looked at her frustrated.
"Why are you so obsessed with kissing?"
"I do it all the time with Harry!" Ginny exclaimed. She is to annoying. Hermione groaned.
"No. I . . . er said something. That's it."
"Will you tell me?" Hermione shook her head; Ginny looked disappointed, "Ok. But we need to get our dresses and makeup ready for tonight!" Hermione groaned once more. Ginny dragged her all the way to the Head Girl common room. She began to rummage through her stuff as Hermione sat on her bed thinking. Ginny pulled out a silver dress that looked like a moonbeam that flowed down from the sky. So pure and heavenly.
"Try this one on! There's a matching cloak." Hermione pulled it on. It was beautiful. It was perfect. The dress fit her perfectly. It hugged all of her curves in all the right places.
'This will make Snape go mad,' she thought, 'in an 'interesting' way. We might even have a little 'problem'. Where the hell did that come from?'
"Wow. It's great! Now makeup!" Hermione shook her head wildly. Ginny tutted her [tut tut] and pushed her onto a chair in front of a vanity. Hermione felt slight brushes and things on her, but she did not dare look up into the mirror. After what seemed like an eternity Ginny was done.
"Done! Turn around!" Hermione did. She looked into the mirror. The makeup was way too heavy. She gaped at Ginny. "Isn't it just great Hermione?" She just looked at her with disgust.
"No! It's way to heavy and I look like a hag with mental problems and really, really bad eyesight and taste!"
"You're not old enough to be a hag, Hermione!"
"That's not my point! Scorgify." Hermione's makeup was cleared. "I think I'll stick with 'natural' beauty tonight, Ginny." Ginny looked about to cry. But she quickly replaced it with a toothy grin. This definitely was not a good sign. She was probably thinking about either her 'seducing' Snape or more makeup. Maybe even both. She shuddered.
"Can I have just one more try?"
"As long as I don't look like the bride of Frankenstein!"
"Who's Frankenstein?"
"Muggle movie character."
"Oh how stupid of me. Hey wait. What's a movie?"
"Never mind. Just get on with torturing me!"
~ An hour later ~
Hermione looked at herself in a handheld mirror. It was perfect. She had faint silver eyeshadow that sparkled in the candlelight. She did not have on any lipstick. Ginny said they were naturally red and 'wet'. Her mascara was a deep blue. She thought it only came in black, but she was wrong. She had a naturally rosy face so blush was not needed.
"Much, -much- better!"
"It's so cute! Snape will LOVE it!" She giggled. Now -this- is getting scary, Hermione thought. While she was gazing into the mirror Ginny had put her dress and makeup on. She wore a bottle green dress. She even looked like Christmas. Red hair and green robes. She probably wore them because of Harry's eyes. Hermione got up and walked to her bedside table. She picked up a muggle watch and examined it. It was about time for Snape to pick her up. She must have been telepathic because just then a small raping came from her door.
"Ginny he's here!"
"Just go and take his arm." Ginny said as she put on her earrings. Hermione went to the door and opened it. Snape was standing there with a look of awe on his face. It must have been the way she looked. She quickly looked him over. She thought she could never bring herself to say this, but this man was absolutely gorgeous!
TBC . . .
~A/n~
MWAHAHAHA! **Begins to sing like Homer Simpson in the new game console game thingy** I am evil Bob! I am evil Bob! **Stops singing and looks around** No one loves me! **Cries** Hello? **Cricket cricket** Uh . . . **Begins to sob** Cry, cry. **Grins** I HAVE MOOD SWINGS!!!!!!!!! I'M SO PRETTY, O SO PRETTY, I'M SO PRETTY AND WITTY AND GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY! Not really . . . that is on the last one. He he. I like to babble on and on and on and on and on and on . . . So, so, so, so, do you like it? I feel so alone . . .
-Evil Bob
Along the Lines of Forbidden: Chapter 3, Apologies and Makeup
"Hermione?" A redhead whispered to her in the library. Hermione was so into her book. It was so absorbing. Animagus. How she wanted to be one. Maybe I'll do try it in a few weeks. Ginny kept bugging her. Hermione, to her disappointment, listened to Ginny. She was getting too annoying for her own good.
"Yes? Please make it quick. I want to get back to my book."
"Are you still going to seduce Snape?"
"It still sounds wrong. I'm not really sure . . ." Ginny's eyes widened. Soon they were big as saucers. This was not a good sign. Her excitement was never a good sign. Never at all.
"Are you going to kiss him in front of everyone." Hermione stared at her in shock. She on the other hand was literally bouncing with happiness. She thought it would be the 'perfect relationship'. Hermione most definitely disagreed.
"Virginia Molly Weasley!" She said threateningly. Ginny looked sad. Her face was pleading. She had on the Weasley's trademark puppy dog eyes that could even melt a death eater if they wanted to.
"It would be funny!" Hermione raised an eyebrow at her. That did not sound right, she thought.
"No. That is it!" she paused for a bit, "I've got a good idea!" Ginny's face lit up gleefully. Hermione put her large moldy book down.
"What? The suspense is killing me!" Hermione giggled, blushed, and then began to speak. Ginny wanted to know so badly. Her eyebrows were disappearing into her flaming red hair.
"I could . . . no . . . but maybe . . . I would be breaking a few rules . . . I could make Snape want to kiss me!" Ginny, eyes wide, nodded slowly. She looked as if she was in a deep trance. This is the most foolish plan ever, but Ginny is right it would be fun.
"Yeah. That gives me an idea. When there is a slow snog, I mean song, I can dance with Harry and start to," she giggled madly; Hermione rolled her eyes. She didn't want to know. "Kiss him." She began to blush a fierce crimson that clashed with her Weasley hair.
"Ok, but please don't give me a detailed explanation of the way he kisses. I don't think I could stomach it." Ginny once more was drowned by a fit of giggles. A deep masculine [erotic in Hermione's case ~_^] interrupted their chat.
"Sorry to intrude on your -very important- chat, but I would like to speak to Miss Granger." Ginny nudged Hermione in the ribs. She was trying to get at it again. She probably thought he was going to kiss her once again. Hermione shoved away Ginny's arm and nodded at her Professor.
"Yes sir." He took this as a cue to leave with her. Professor Snape began to stride through the musty library. Hermione could barely keep up with the older man. He was walking to the dungeons. Why that far? Why not in some empty class room? That would be too suspicious. Wait! Where did that come from? She thought she couldn't take anymore walking for the day. She finally was able to reach him. His robes billowing behind him touched her bare legs. She was wearing her school uniform. A blouse and a small plated skirt. Her robes were open revealing her school attire. They reached his office and he muttered the password that was sadly inaudible to Hermione's ears.
"I wanted to apologize for my inappropriate behavior. I should keep our relationship to student/teacher nothing more. That is all. You may go." He was very stressed out about apologizing. Especially to a student. This would be the end of his reputation. Hermione was at a loss for words. She stood there gaping like a fish. The big bad potions professor had just said sorry for kissing her. And why would he apologize to her. She was just a little know-it-all who is to smart for her own good. Don't forget annoying. "I thought I told you to go, Her-Miss Granger." He had almost said her first name. Why though? She thought. She had to say something. So she said the first thing that came to her mind, which was rather stupid.
"It's quite all right, anytime sir." She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Professor Snape had turned his head quickly, making locks of dark hair go flying. He looked at her stunned. She had just said anytime for kissing her. Maybe he should kiss her again. No, bad Severus. Do not think dirty thoughts. He was still to shocked to say anything. She on the other hand was blushing madly. She got up from her chair and ran. Probably going to see one of her stupid friends, he thought. Suddenly he felt all alone
~ * ~
"So tell me what happened! Did you kiss again?" Hermione looked at her frustrated.
"Why are you so obsessed with kissing?"
"I do it all the time with Harry!" Ginny exclaimed. She is to annoying. Hermione groaned.
"No. I . . . er said something. That's it."
"Will you tell me?" Hermione shook her head; Ginny looked disappointed, "Ok. But we need to get our dresses and makeup ready for tonight!" Hermione groaned once more. Ginny dragged her all the way to the Head Girl common room. She began to rummage through her stuff as Hermione sat on her bed thinking. Ginny pulled out a silver dress that looked like a moonbeam that flowed down from the sky. So pure and heavenly.
"Try this one on! There's a matching cloak." Hermione pulled it on. It was beautiful. It was perfect. The dress fit her perfectly. It hugged all of her curves in all the right places.
'This will make Snape go mad,' she thought, 'in an 'interesting' way. We might even have a little 'problem'. Where the hell did that come from?'
"Wow. It's great! Now makeup!" Hermione shook her head wildly. Ginny tutted her [tut tut] and pushed her onto a chair in front of a vanity. Hermione felt slight brushes and things on her, but she did not dare look up into the mirror. After what seemed like an eternity Ginny was done.
"Done! Turn around!" Hermione did. She looked into the mirror. The makeup was way too heavy. She gaped at Ginny. "Isn't it just great Hermione?" She just looked at her with disgust.
"No! It's way to heavy and I look like a hag with mental problems and really, really bad eyesight and taste!"
"You're not old enough to be a hag, Hermione!"
"That's not my point! Scorgify." Hermione's makeup was cleared. "I think I'll stick with 'natural' beauty tonight, Ginny." Ginny looked about to cry. But she quickly replaced it with a toothy grin. This definitely was not a good sign. She was probably thinking about either her 'seducing' Snape or more makeup. Maybe even both. She shuddered.
"Can I have just one more try?"
"As long as I don't look like the bride of Frankenstein!"
"Who's Frankenstein?"
"Muggle movie character."
"Oh how stupid of me. Hey wait. What's a movie?"
"Never mind. Just get on with torturing me!"
~ An hour later ~
Hermione looked at herself in a handheld mirror. It was perfect. She had faint silver eyeshadow that sparkled in the candlelight. She did not have on any lipstick. Ginny said they were naturally red and 'wet'. Her mascara was a deep blue. She thought it only came in black, but she was wrong. She had a naturally rosy face so blush was not needed.
"Much, -much- better!"
"It's so cute! Snape will LOVE it!" She giggled. Now -this- is getting scary, Hermione thought. While she was gazing into the mirror Ginny had put her dress and makeup on. She wore a bottle green dress. She even looked like Christmas. Red hair and green robes. She probably wore them because of Harry's eyes. Hermione got up and walked to her bedside table. She picked up a muggle watch and examined it. It was about time for Snape to pick her up. She must have been telepathic because just then a small raping came from her door.
"Ginny he's here!"
"Just go and take his arm." Ginny said as she put on her earrings. Hermione went to the door and opened it. Snape was standing there with a look of awe on his face. It must have been the way she looked. She quickly looked him over. She thought she could never bring herself to say this, but this man was absolutely gorgeous!
TBC . . .
~A/n~
MWAHAHAHA! **Begins to sing like Homer Simpson in the new game console game thingy** I am evil Bob! I am evil Bob! **Stops singing and looks around** No one loves me! **Cries** Hello? **Cricket cricket** Uh . . . **Begins to sob** Cry, cry. **Grins** I HAVE MOOD SWINGS!!!!!!!!! I'M SO PRETTY, O SO PRETTY, I'M SO PRETTY AND WITTY AND GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY! Not really . . . that is on the last one. He he. I like to babble on and on and on and on and on and on . . . So, so, so, so, do you like it? I feel so alone . . .
-Evil Bob