Title: Twin Snapes Series: Velvet Truths and Wool Misconceptions

Author: Scrybe

Rating: M

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Severus Snape is a private man. But what happens when his almost

identical twin comes to teach at the school? And where does Hermione

Granger fall into the story?

Special thanks go to Tori (BeautifulMisconception) for beta-ing this chapter for me. Without her fine toothed comb this would be a sloppy scene. Any other mistakes found are mine.

Severus looked at the students before him. He watched as they gathered the creatures that he'd let loose during the class, defending them like he showed them to. Soon, after only one mishap, the class was over and he dismissed his students. He went into his office, where he knew Hermione would be brewing the potion he assigned her nights before. He silently observed her. Her hair was less bushy today, compared to other days, and ran wavy down her back, almost touching her waist. Her sleeves had been rolled up and the front of her white shirt was sticking to the her chest. The potion she was brewing needed constant vigilance, and she was doing a good job, of course, he would never tell her that. He wanted to win the bet as quickly as possible. He was going to do it tonight, no matter what the consequences. He needed his brother out of Hogwarts and out of his life for good.

"Who knew steam would tame the shrew." He said, after walking silently behind her.

"Excuse me Professor?" She asked after she jumped slightly where she stood.

"Your hair Miss Granger, I believe it's settled itself."

"Oh, I hadn't noticed. It is unbearably hot in here." She turned to move, but Severus put his hands on both sides of the table, next to her waist.

"I don't believe Hogwarts has muggle thermostats Miss Granger."

"I-I know Professor, but I do have my wand, if you don't mind me getting it."

He moved out of her way. Only to go to where she was, bending over her robes, searching for her wand. He stood behind her, convincing himself that she would understand his reasoning if the bet was ever revealed to her. He let his hands go to the hem of her shirt, and he pulled it up, mocking interest once again in her apprentice tattoo. She stood bolt upright, pulling her shirt with her as she abruptly turned around.

"You should really warn people when you do that, Professor."

"I thought you heard me, Miss Granger."

"Um, well I didn't."

"Very well then, maybe I'll wear a bell..." He said, containing no malice in his voice. He needed to keep his goal in focus.

"I was wondering, Miss Granger, if we could take a break from our potion making, if only for one night, and relax, maybe?"

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I have another engagement."

She walked around him, picking up the ladle she was using to stir the potion. He sat on the stool next to her, slightly leaning over to get a view of her face.

"May I ask what engagement that is?"

"I am going to the theater."

"I see. Wouldn't you rather sit over tea and talk about interesting things... things that matter?"

"Well, Professor I am quite tired of talking about issues...I think I deserve a night on the town."

"I agree, what I disagree with is the company you will be keeping while on the town."

She continued to stir the ladle, counting measures in her head. He noticed.

"Oh?"

She questioned, not losing her count.

"Yes, I assume you will be going wit my brother, are you not?"

"Well actually, yes, yes I am."

"Personally I think you can do better. I've seen him with the likes of Pansy Parkinson, my brother is quite the tramp."

Pansy, ew.

"Really? I wasn't quite aware..."

"Now you are. Care to have a change of plans?"

"Um, I guess so Professor. What did you have in mind?"

"A stroll in the forest perhaps?"

She counted to three hundred and removed the ladle from the couldron.

"That seems nice."

Why was he being so polite...charming even? She wondered as she looked at him, his posture slumped yet still rigidly leaning on the knuckles of his left hand.

"Tonight then, at nine?"

"Okay."

They sat in silence for the rest of their time together, and soon, Hermione excused herself to get dressed.

"I take it this is your doing, brother?"

Severus turned at the sound of his brother's coarse voice coming from the doorway.

"What is?"

"Don't play dumb, Severus. You are so afraid that you'll lose that you've stooped as low as to give her work when she is supposed to be with me."

"Afraid! HA! I have full confidence in my abilities. I will bed Miss Granger over the course of the week, I guarantee it."

"You can't even call the girl by her first name. I see the prostitutes have got you trained Sevy."

"Do not call me that. And the only prostitutes I've had are those who slept with you afterwards out of pity."

"Me! Pity! Severus you are so ugly that the muggles at the revels killed themselves so that you wouldn't touch them"

"You idiot! We're twins!"

"If you say so. I don't seem to notice anyone here who resembles me."

"Goodbye Sarcassius."

"Are you going to cry Sevy?"

"Goodbye Sarcassius."

"Fine. Have fun with Hermione tonight Sev, cause tomorrow I'll have her begging for me."

"Yes, begging for you to leave."

At that, he left, slamming the door behind him.

Severus walked down to Hermione's room, and knocked sharply.

"Come in, Professor."

He let himself in only to be blasted with the smell of at least three

different women.

Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasley, and Parvati Patil sat on the couches in the

small room. Severus stood by the door, rigidly, his hands behind his back,

waiting for Hermione to appear from one of the three doors that littered the

walls of her quarters. She appeared moments later out of what appeared to

be the bedroom, carrying a small cloak. She walked up to Severus and

proceeded to usher him out of her rooms.

"Was I interrupting anything, Miss Granger?"

"Oh, not at all. The girls just wanted some time to spend away from

Gryffindor Tower."

"I see."

They walked down to the lower grounds talking about nothing in particular.

They reached the edge of the forest, his arm claiming the crook of her

elbow.

"Something is different about you, Professor."

"Severus. My name is Severus."

"That's exactly what I am talking about. You've changed."

"If you'd rather me be mean and sour, I can revert back to my old ways."

"I quite like it . . . even if it is a bit peculiar."

"Since the war, Hermione†may I call you Hermione?" she nodded. He continued, "I have had

time to relax. No more fighting, I've retired."

"Understandable."

"I want to stay in on rainy days and read, maybe find a beautiful bride and

make a family, find a cure for the common wart."

That made her laugh.

"You have a beautiful laugh. Do try to use it more often."

It was then he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. And after, their eyes

met, and they leaned closer to each other . . .

"How long do you think it's going to take?"

"You know Hermione, Ginny. She's the dumbest smart person we know. It'll

take her forever to realize she likes the bloke."

"I think she already knows Lavender. I mean, she went out with him didn't

she?"

"Would you say no to a man who could make or break your career?"

Ginny sipped her hot chocolate.

"True Parvati. But come on, he didn't say anything mean to her when he

came."

"Yea Lavender, but he didn't say anything nice to her either. I mean, she

looked great."

"True." Ginny and Lavender said to Parvati.

"Think Hermione's going to fall for him?"

"Maybe, ever since she turned Ron down, I didn't think she'd ever shack up."

"Yea me either Ginny. But Snape? I mean she could do so much better."

"Yea . . . like his brother. There's just something sexy about him."

"Parvati, they're twins."

"Duh, Ginny, but he looks so much younger. And those eyes!"

"Yea I've noticed that his nosed doesn't look like Snape's either. His name

is even sexy. Sarcassius."

"Lavender come on, he sounds like he has a frog in his throat. And besides,

Snape seems like Hermione's type."

"Other than the smarts . . . she could do better. I mean he's not butt ugly

but he's not drop dead gorgeous either, like his brother."

"True. All I know is Hermione better come back with some great stories

about how she tamed the serpent of Slytherin!"

They all laughed together, sipping their hot chocolate.

Their faces were inches apart. He could feel her breath against his cheek.

He dipped his head lower, to better suit her stature, and her arms went

around his neck. Their lips met. Slowly at first, tentatively, and as the

heat gathered between them, his hands roamed her hips, her back. He walked

backwards with her, pushing her into the bark of a tree. He was cupping her

face now, holding it in his hands as he kissed her. His left hand went

under her shirt, trying to move upward toward her bra. Then suddenly-

SNAP.

They turned both of their heads to the source of the noise. Backing away

from her, his wand pointed in front of him, he went behind the bark,

expecting to find his meddling brother. Instead he found the snake, poised

and ready to strike. Severus quickly got rid of the reptile, and walked

back to Hermione.

"Maybe we should go back to my rooms."

"All-all right." She said tentatively, taking his hand when he offered it.

They quickly made their way to the tower, quickly but quietly. He led her to

his private rooms, offering her tea, and after she refused, his hand went

once again to touch her face, caressing it. They began kissing again. His

hands were trying desperately to unbutton her blouse. She stopped him with

unsteady hands, and did it for him. It fell apart, and she wiggled out of

it. His shirt fell from him in two, torn shreds, beside her own. She was

breathing heavily, her breaths coming out uneven as he reached up to undo

the clasp on her bra. She let him, unable to control her hands which

shielded her from him.

"Don't be shy, Hermione."

"I-I've never done this."

"I'll be gentle."

She let her hands fall to her sides, and she sat still as he unbuckled his

trousers and pulled down hers, along with her knickers. He kissed her, and

after a while, he looked to her, down to her, as he positioned himself at

her entrance. He should have felt guilty, he should have felt wrong, but

all he felt was at home.

"Should we be worried?"

"Maybe, Gin, it's almost four in the mourning."

"I think I hear her coming."

"You guys are still here?"

"Yea waiting up for you."

"Sorry, I was busy."

"Why are you walking funny?" Asked Ginny innocently nudging the sleeping

Lavender.

"I won the bet ladies, hand over my money!"

"No way!"

"You didn't!"

"You're lying!"

They all screamed at the same time.

"I did! Check the contract. I had sex with Severus Snape!"

A/N: I apologize for the long wait. This chapter was extremely hard to

write. But this is not the end! New chapter coming out soon! Read!

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