Chapter Twelve: Discovery
Chapter 12 of 41
sunny33Some Slytherins are better than others at seeing the obvious.
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Chapter Twelve: Discovery
Hermione's pacing threatened to wear a path in the floor of her room. Pleading Arithmancy essays to write, she had escaped the boys before they came down from their Quidditch high and remembered to ask her about her weekend.
Okay. Winky found my address just in time. Initial crisis averted. But it's only a matter of time before he realises I'm Grace. I need to explain before he figures it out.
Gods, how do I explain why I stayed that first day? Why I went back and allowed him to paint me nude? How do I explain why I want him so much? I barely understand it myself.
I just don't want to lose him.
Startled by the intensity of her feelings for the dour professor, Hermione froze halfway between the desk and the bed. Knife-edge clarity struck with the precision of a silver blade. Dragging a quill and blank piece of parchment out of her bag, Hermione began writing.
Dear Severus
Please don't burn this letter as soon as you see who it's from. I'm sure you're furious with me, but I can explain.
If you're still reading, thank you.
Yes, I knew who you were as soon as I laid eyes on you. I've known you for some years now, and I'm well aware of the part you played in the war.
Thank you, by the way. I don't think you hear that often enough.
When I first saw you, I didn't know what to do. I'd used a Glamour as I wanted to avoid any chance of my wizarding friends recognising me if they ever saw a painting I had posed for nude. I had no idea you were Sidney Reilly. Truly. I just needed a temporary job. But your passion for art and your ideas captivated me from that very first day. The rest, as they say, is history. The more I discovered the man under the Potions professor mask, the more I liked him, but the day you responded physically to me was the first time I'd seen you as a man.
I tried to tell you the truth last night, but things were moving so fast. However, not telling you I was a witch is the only thing I regret. You were everything I had imagined. And I had imagined a lot.
Please forgive me.
Yours
Grace
Satisfied, Hermione sealed the letter and left her bedroom for the owlery.
***
Snape replaced the empty container back on the shelf and consulted the calendar for the date of the next full moon. After checking the cauldron he'd left to simmer, he sat in his armchair, glass in one hand, and stared at the hair he held between two long fingers, mind busy with possibilities.
Grace! Or could it be someone who brushed past at the exhibition? Or a staff member? No. I don't wear this cloak here.
I need my Pensieve.
Unwarding the cabinet in his study, Snape took out the enchanted stone bowl and placed it on his desk. Silvery threads of memory swirled on the surface of the Pensieve as he paused, then added a final strand. Taking a breath, Snape lowered his head into his memories of the previous evening.
He followed his memory self and Grace into the exhibition, carefully observing who he came into contact with. A groan escaped him once again as he watched his own arousal become evident as the memory progressed. Realising no woman − or man − at the gallery had possessed long, curly hair of any colour, he turned to study Grace, who had reached the final painting.
Merlin, look at her; she's no less turned on than I was. No wonder she was so eager to leave. Who are you, Grace? How could you have allowed me to want you...
... to need you...
... to love you?
Why?
His musings ceased as the memory sharply changed to the last thread he had put in as an afterthought. He watched as he and Grace came apart in each other's arms for the final time, studying the body and face he'd thought he'd known so well. At her final cry of completion, he found himself unceremoniously dumped onto the cold, stone floor of his office.
Definitely not faked. Her desire, at least, was genuine, even though her taste is somewhat questionable. Dammit, I don't give a pixie's tit who she is or where she comes from. I want her.
I want Grace.
Picking himself up off the floor, Snape retrieved his memories from the Pensieve and put it back on its shelf. As he locked the cabinet, a distinct tapping sound alerted him to the small, brown owl demanding entrance.
Pesky owls. No respect for privacy. Throwing the owl a scrap of bread left over from supper a few nights ago, Snape broke the seal on the envelope.
Forgive her? How can I, when I have no idea who she is? Still, she hasn't run screaming from her actions. Must be a good sign.
She can wait for a reply. No need to appear too eager.
Decision made, Snape put aside his quest for Grace's identity to face the teetering pile of third-year essays on his desk. Time enough for that when he had done some work.
He was still thinking about Grace Henman three hours later. Only one essay had been graded.
***
Double Potions this morning. Shite! What if he knows?
No, don't be daft. If he knew already you'd be dead.
Perhaps I am dead and my mind just won't admit it?
No. That banging on the door would have gone away by now.
"All right, all right! I'm coming!" she called through the door as she grabbed her book bag and robes.
"About time. We're starving." Ron rubbed his never-full belly.
"You're always starving, Ronald. Perhaps you'd better ask Madam Pomfrey to check you for a tapeworm."
Ron screwed up his nose. "A tapeworm? Is that some disgusting Muggle disease?"
"No, Ron. It's an expression. Well, actually, it is a disgusting Muggle disease, but not in this context. Muggles get them from contact with infected faeces..."
"Do you mind? We're about to eat breakfast." Harry herded his friends towards the Great Hall.
"Sorry, Harry, but he did ask." Hermione grinned as they walked, only to find her amusement chilled at the sight of Snape sitting at the High Table, watching everyone as they wandered in.
"What?" Ron followed the direction of her gaze. "Snape. You've been weird about him ever since we started back." He laughed and began filling his plate. "About time you saw sense."
Pumpkin juice splattered as an envelope dropped from a post owl into Hermione's glass. Vanishing the mess, she slipped the letter into her bag and continued her breakfast without comment.
"You're not going to tell us, are you?" Harry pointed at her bag with his fork.
"No. Curious?"
"Not at all. It's probably some girl stuff from your mother, or another book catalogue, or..."
"Close enough, Harry."
As soon as decently possible, Hermione made her excuses and found the closest empty classroom. Warding the door, she slit open the envelope with her wand.
Dear "Grace"
Furious is not exactly the word I would use.
Shocked. Dismayed. Disappointed. Frustrated.
Very frustrated.
You deceived me. You had opportunity enough to reveal your identity during the summer, but you chose to perpetuate your lie.
Why?
S.S.
Hermione sat in silence, staring at the parchment before her, the final question nipping at her conscience with sharp, relentless jabs. I could have told him many times over, but I was too bloody scared. Scared of losing my job. Scared of losing my friend, Sidney. Scared of losing his desire. Stupid... selfish... pigheaded...
I don't deserve him.
Taking out her quill, Hermione scratched out a reply etched in tears and guilt.
***
Double Potions was a nightmare. Keeping her head down to avoid Snape's notice, Hermione brewed with one eye on the professor, watching him as he glided around the room, commenting on the contents of the students' cauldrons at each workbench. While she watched Snape, Blaise Zabini studied her, finally nodding to himself and allowing his lips to curl in smug satisfaction.
"Miss Granger! Focus! You need to add your nettle seeds immediately. Surely you of all people can follow a simple set of instructions?"
"Yes, sir." Her reply fell unheeded as laughter erupted from behind her. Blaise's elbow in her ribs directed her to the source of the amusement.
Neville Longbottom and Draco Malfoy were leaning against each other helplessly as they watched Neville's potion transform from the delicate shade of blue it was supposed to be to a vivid chartreuse.
"I told you, Longbottom. It was nettle seeds, not fennel seeds. Don't you ever listen?"
"I was too busy looking at your hair, Malfoy. It's sooo pretty."
"Oh, shut up about my bloody hair, will you. Just because yours is unremarkable."
"Both of you cease and desist! This is a Potions classroom, not a pub. Ten points from both your houses yes, I said both, Mr Malfoy and you're to stay after class and scrub out that mess you've concocted." Snape turned on his heel and stalked across the room to investigate the contents of Ron Weasley's cauldron.
"What's up with those two?" Blaise murmured as he stirred, nodding towards Neville and Draco, who were still grinning.
"No idea. But it's nice to see them getting along." Hermione continued stirring her own potion clockwise one last time. Setting her glass stirring rod to one side, she examined her brew closely. "Do you think this is the correct blue?"
Blaise nodded. "Perfect cyan. Not cobalt, not cerulean. Well done."
Hermione frowned at his description. "Er... thanks. Yours looks good too."
"I know." False modesty had never been one of Blaise Zabini's shortcomings. "Come on; let's get these samples delivered to Snape, and maybe he'll let us out early."
"Funny, aren't you? Se─Snape never allows anyone to leave early."
Blaise raised an eyebrow as she flushed. "You've never been on our side of the room before, Granger. Just watch."
Taking both labelled vials to Snape's desk, Blaise caught his Head of House's eye. With a curt nod, Snape indicated the door.
Blaise smirked as he gathered his Potions kit and banished the contents of both cauldrons. "Coming?"
As she followed him out of the classroom, Hermione shrugged away Ron and Harry's curious stares.
"What's the hurry," she asked as they left the dungeons behind.
Blaise tried the door of an unused storeroom and ushered her in. Locking the door with a flick of his wand, he said, "You, Miss Granger, have some explaining to do."
"I beg your pardon?"
He leaned against the door and shook his head. "Ever the innocent. But I know better. What in Merlin's name are you up to with my Head of House?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about it." Hermione tried to push past him, but the young wizard was taller and stronger.
"Let me see. The last few weeks you've been eyeing Snape up as if you want him for breakfast. Neither of you were around from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning."
"But─"
"And today, you're as jumpy as a unicorn around Pansy Parkinson. I'm not your Quidditch-blinded friends, Granger. If I'm not very much mistaken, you've been getting your sweet, little hands into our Potions professor's trousers. The only thing I don't understand is his lack of reaction to you. I know he's a superb Occlumens, but..."
"You know nothing, Blaise Zabini. Nothing! Now leave me alone!" Hermione had her wand tip at Blaise's throat before he knew she had moved.
"Settle, you little hell raiser. Did I say anything about telling anyone? I want to help you, though Merlin knows why."
"You... what? Why?" Wand drooping, Hermione stepped back with a puzzled frown.
"And she just confirmed it. You seem a good sort, Granger. The professor could do with someone to care for him. He's been decent to me over the years, so I thought I could pay back the favour." Blaise shrugged, then grinned. "Of course, if you still want to deny any interest in Snape, do you fancy accompanying me to Hogsmeade next weekend?"
"I don't... it isn't what... he doesn't... Dammit, Blaise, you can't say a word. I mean it. Not a word!" Her wand was back at his throat − hard, unwavering.
"Whoa. Back off, Granger. I get it." He ran a slightly tremulous finger across his mouth. "My lips are sealed."
"Swear it. On your wand." The sparks were almost visible in her eyes.
Blaise shrugged again. "I'll swear a Wand Oath." His smirk returned as he saw her shoulders relax. "But only after you tell me what the hell is going on to get you this uptight."
He seems genuine. But can I trust a Slytherin?
I trusted Snape. I still trust him, even though he's going to kill me.
Dammit, we have no more time now.
Hermione glanced at her watch. "We have Transfiguration in a few minutes. Do I have your word you'll not mention this to anyone before this evening?"
Blaise nodded.
"Meet me here after dinner. I'll explain everything you need to know."
"Everything." One word demanded all.
"If you insist. Everything." Well, nearly everything. I'm not feeding your fantasies. Still, it might be useful to have someone on my side when the inevitable happens.
***
As Snape circuited the classroom for the final time, his ears caught a muffled giggle from the back of the classroom. His steps were silent as he appeared behind the desk where Mandy Brocklehurst and Hannah Abbott had moved their chairs together to study a page in what appeared to be a Muggle women's magazine while they waited for the class to be dismissed.
"Five points each from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff for bringing inappropriate material to class." He held out his hand for the offending publication, which Hannah handed over with reluctance.
"We were only looking at our horoscopes." Her nervous explanation met steely indifference.
"I don't care one whit whether you were looking at horoscopes or studying the lost tribes of the Amazon. If it is not a Potions textbook, it does not belong in my classroom. Now, get out of my sight, the pair of you." He waved the rest of the class out of the room without looking up from the page in the magazine open in his hand.
I knew I'd seen it somewhere before.
***
A/N: This was written for shalimar1981 for the TPP Every Flavour Auction. Betas are wonderful, especially my Karelia!
PS. Don't worry, quaffie, nekkid Snape will return. ;)
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This is one of my favorite SSHG stories ever <3 brilliantly done
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Thank you! :D
Loved the whole story. Lots of fun!
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Thanks. :)
"And today, you’re as jumpy as a unicorn around Pansy Parkinson." Love it.
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;)
That was a great read, and I've recced this story on the One Bad Man comm over on LJ. I hope that some more readers will experience the pleasure of this story that way!
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Thank you for reading, reviewing, and reccing! :D
Excellent!!
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Thanks! :)
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Thanks! :)
I think Blaise Zabini bought Hermione's pictures.
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Read on, MacDuff! :)
I thought it sounded like a good idea. Severus may need a body double for a pregnant Hermione or they could use polyjuice from a pregnant woman. Would that work? I know she wouldn't be pregnant, but would she look pregnant? The breasts change with pregnancy and he is all about the breasts. If he does the early pregnancy painting before a woman is completely miserable, maybe Hermione could just stick out her tummy. The 1st baby I didn't show for 5 months. Only my breasts got slightly larger. She could be looking in the mirror and imagining herself as a mother with a baby at her breast. Please tell me they won't have children this soon. Studies in the US show that people without children are happier than adults that have childern. At least if they stay at Hogwarts there are probably house elfs lined up around the block for the chance to take care of their baby while they work.
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Don't panic, Hermione has her own opinions on that idea! :)
I do like the fact that most of the other characters beside H and S are very astute and aren't missing much when it comes to the couple in question. In most other stories the other characters aside from possibly Ginny and maybe Harry seem to be mostly cluelss, but we all go along with it because it fits the needs of the story. I'm afraid to find out what Minerva has discovered.
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Most of them are pretty smart people who know these too well. Of course they'd figure it out. :)
Please let Minerva be understanding. Sorry. I have to get on to the next chapter!
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
:)
Dear Severus, Blaise knows about us and he is in love with me so he had been providing a shoulder for me to cry on, because I've been crying a lot. He has been trying to help me work things out with you. He's very supportive and noble. In case you've been listening to gossip, I'm not shagging Blaise. I'm sure you are above listening to gossip started by Ronnald Weasley. That burk has no idea what really I do in my private life, otherwise he wouldn't be spreading untrue gossip would he. He saw Blaise comforting me and jumped to the wrong conclusion. Wouldn't it be awful to be like Ronnald Weasley?
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Hehe!! :D
WTF!!! I guess I'll find out who that was soon enough. I hope it was Ginny. That would take care of that little problem. Severus wouldn't open her door without knocking, I think. Blaise is too good. What would Severus do if he thought Hermione was spending her free time laying on her bed with Blaise? Would he be jelous or would he nurture it and use it to rationalize a reason for dumping her and hating her? Does he really expect Hermione to leave him be? Can't they just agree to wait until the end of school? They are adults after all. Hermione would protest but it would be the best thing to do in the long run. But then again, where would be the fun in that? Are Christmas Hols coming up? Two weeks at the studio would be nice.
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
LOL wouldn't be much of a story if they did the mature thing and waited. ;)
Not the response I was hoping for when he figured it out. What will you do with Blaise? Just as there is no one like Severus Snape, there aren't other girls like HG running around the school. He might like Ginny if he knew her better. Maybe Luna? She is definitely an unique individual. I've been too enthralled wanting to get to the next chapter to leave reviews, but I want to tell you that this is awesome!
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Thanks. :)
Is she going to tell her mom the real truth? She seems like someone she could tell the truth to. She is a lot like my mom. Maybe her mom can talk some sense into her about continuing to deceive Severus.
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Her mum's pretty open. :)
That silly girl. Is she trying to torture him by continuing to stir this up? Her stream of consciousness ramblings indicate she has no intention of letting Severus discover she is Grace, yet she plays with fire. I suppose that because she is more naive than any 19 year old would realize they are, she doesn't realize how cruel this is if she doesn't plan to have a relationship with him but only plans to lead him on for her own titillation. Does she plan to live a double life? Hermione Granger during the week and Grace Henman on the weekends? The more she draws this out the more deceived he is going to feel when he realizes he's been tricked. She isn't a stupid girl and she must know this deep inside. Now he knows she returns his feelings. What is he supposed to do with that information? This is going to get bad before it gets better I fear. I feel the most concerned for Severus who has more to lose. He would have let this lay if she hadn't egged him on. He didn't pursue her because he didn't want to be hurt. He felt it was inappropriate but aslo that she would never be interested in him because of his age. He isn't looking for a booty call. Has she thought that he might be interested in more than sex? Now that she has gotten his hopes up what does she plan to do about it? Has she thought it through that far? Again I ask, has she thought this through?
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Of course not. She's nineteen. She knows she wants him but hasn't really thought beyond the moment. You know what they are like at that age! :)
It's too bad Severus feels he still has to be a git. I know potions is dangerous, but I'm sure he could get the NEWT students to cooperate without being mean.
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Not sure he knows any other way to behave. :)
Well, I've been thinking about how brave Hermione is. She has been nothing but professional. I admire her. I am a femenist, but I don't think I could have been that relaxed in her situation. It is unusual to find a young woman that is so comfortable with her own body and isn't recriminating herself for imagined flaws for one thing. She doesn't feel super sexy but she also doesn't feel embarrassed about any of her features. I suppose I wouldn't be able to pose like that without feeling at least as aroused as she did. She did have the knowledge of the truth to keep her from getting carried away. On the other hand, Severus was very hard on himself but he didn't judge her for feeling aroused too. What a gentleman. I am feeling very sorry for Severus. He is so sensitive. He's got it bad for Hermione and she's only "just interested" in comparison. She is young and has never really been in love yet. She doesn't know what a broken heart is yet. I've heard it said that women fall in love easier, but men fall in love harder. I suppose one could say he is only sexually interested in her but we know he wouldn't be aroused if he didn't truely like her for herself. Female Death Eaters didn't have the same affect on him. And what do you expect a normal red blooded male to do when a beutiful and aroused teenaged woman is willing to lay there with her legs spread for you for hours while you examine her every nuance', realising she is aroused because she is showing her lady parts to you. How sad for him to have her treat him so causally kind and truely proffesionally, to be honest. It must make him feel like he's just a harmless old man, and maybe even as if he was a trusted harmless old favorite uncle that paints lots of nude women and figure that she could never imagine him as a sexual creature even when she knows he desires her. Because while he could tell she was obviously aroused, I'm certain he didn't immagine it was due to the fact that she was thinking sexy thoughts of him. Hermione acted completely professionally. How was she to know he would develope feeling for her. I sense that this will get worse before it gets better, but I'm comforted by the hope that you will help them work this out and they will be whole in the end and a happy couple.
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
It's sort of like biting off more than you can chew, isn't it? Neither of them really knew what they were getting into, but are trying as hard as possible not to ruin the hard work they have done so far by given in to their physical responses. :)
This story reminds me. About 16 years ago I went to the Musee d'Orsay in Paris with a friend. We thought we had seen everything there until we were leaving and I saw the postcard for the L'orignine Du Monde. I was like, "Hey Kathy! Hold on! Look at this! We've obviously missed a section somewhere because I'm sure we haven't seen this yet! My eyes had landed on it immediately like a magnet as I scanned the stand. 
I wonder how many people actually buy that postcard? I personally prefer my postcard of the statue of David for unreligious reasons. He has such large hands. I love large hands on a man. 
Which reminds me again! Later at the Louvre, we were down by the mummies. The underwire in my bra had broken through the fabric. I just couldn't bare it jabbing me between my breasts anymore, coupled with my painful feet from walking all over the city. So, I reached into the top of my sweater and pulled and struggled and pulled and wrestled it somemore, as I tried to get the wire out of my bra. There was an older woman resting in a chair by the wall. She was looking at me in horror as if I was about to pull a bomb out of my bra and blow the whole place up! Finally, I got the wire out and looked at her as I pulled it out of the top of my sweater holding it up. Her face and eyes lit up in a friendly smile of comradery as she nodded her head sagely and said, "Ahhhhh!" I saved that underwire with all of my other Paris mementos. Apparently broken underwires transcend the language barrier. 
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Love it. Every woman can understand that pain!
Very lovely!!!! 
Can't wizards feel the magic signature of another magical person when they are together? I wonder if he stares at her long enough he will notice she is wearing a glamour? I don't know how they work in this story, but it seems in other stories they can be detected by the trained eye, and if anyone has a trained eye it is Severus Snape. I suppose we see what we expect to see and he isn't expecting to be deceived. 
I wonder how long Hermione can keep up the charade? I'm a little surprised he didn't recognize her voice when she was on her feminist rant. Maybe he has never really listened to her because she annoyed him so much. 
If she pulls this off for the holiday, I can't imagine he won't become suspicious after school starts. After watching her for so long he will have to notice the similarities of voice, scent, hand gestures and facial expressions when he see's her in class. What if he falls in love or infatuation with his model? During breaks he will surely find out what an intelligent woman she is and find her interesting. That could be good or very bad depending on how he takes it when he finds out who she really is. What a tangle that will be. 
Ha! I had no idea this would be bringing up the feminist cause when I went on my own rant in the last review!
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Just pretend for the sake of the story that he can only see a magical signature if he actually looks for it. He sees what he expects... a Muggle. ;)
Great stream of consciousness monologue! Yey for the hippies! My mom was a hippie. Bodies are just natural. Handy for the breastfeeding lady except when people are offended at mums breastfeeding in public and mistakenly say something in my presence and I have to climb up on my feminist soap box. I have to climb because I'm quite short, but once I'm up there I am very passionate. People who can't look at a breastfeeding baby without sexualizing it makes me very uncomfortable and I don't think they should be allowed to do that in public. It totally grosses me out! Strange. The young women that are my colleagues at work don't understand feminism. Why did they become lactation consultants and childbirth educators? Will Hermione tell him who she is or not? I am going with "not" for the time being.
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Totally agree about breastfeeding. It's perfectly natural and if people don't like it they don't have to look. Prats. :)
This end of this chapter had me in in fits of little school girl giggles hehe. Can't to see the real reactions to that scene!
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LOL Thanks. :D
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Yeah I wrote that review very late haha not my best typing skills lol, I've finished the whole story now and I just loved it, well done :)
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Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Thank you. :D
I've thoroughly enjoyed this. I remember reading this when it first started to post and I'm so happy to see it completed now. I meant to stop inbetween to leave reviews, but I was to eager to see what happens next.There are so many things to love here: the relationship between Severus and Hermione, Snape the painter (and I can see him so well pouring all his pent-up emotions into his art over the years), the friendship between Hermione and Blaise, the relationship between Draco and Neville...I had to grin when Kingsley turned out to have a wife after all - apearances can be deceptive ;)Very delightful tale with a lovely happy ending for all!
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
LOL Some me ARE just well groomed. Thanks for stopping by to review! :)
nooooooooo! i'm not ready for it to end! any next generation of their children fics u are thinking of?
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
I don't do next gen fics. I'll let others take that on.:)
love the argus kiss and his inclusion and pride in his hobby!
Response from sunny33 (Author of Limited Exposure)
Thank you. :)