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Chapter 4 of 11
neelixHermione is down on her luck and has to apply for a job with her old Potions tutor. She gets (and observes) far more than she bargained for.
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When Hermione arrived outside Snape's office on Monday morning, she found the door already open. Snape was in the lab and had already assembled three cauldrons and stirring rods. He was chopping what looked like Knotgrass.
'Good morning, Professor,' Hermione said with a nod. She headed straight to her room and put on her fresh robes before heading back into the lab with her arms full of Snape's potion books.
'Granger.' Snape glanced at her briefly. 'I hope you read those.'
Hermione rolled her eyes at Snape's curt tone but she accepted it and put the books back onto the shelf. 'From cover to cover,' she replied lightly. She had spent the whole of Sunday devouring them, and had loved every minute of it, but she wasn't going to tell him that. 'Shall I start brewing the Nerve potion, sir?'
'I have no classes today, thanks to the absence of arrogant seventh years,' he said with a sneer. 'I will brew. You can clean out the store.'
Hermione felt her ire rising. He had no manners, and no appreciation for her skills or the effort she had gone to so far, but fine. Cleaning out the store would be much better than having to brew in his company. Trying to keep a lid on her temper, Hermione walked purposefully to the store room.
'Granger,' Snape said loudly.
'Yes, sir?' Hermione had to grit her teeth. He had almost barked at her.
'Make sure you put everything back in date order. And no magic. Some of the ingredients are volatile.' He stared at her when she didn't move and raised his eyebrow. 'Get on with it,' he said harshly.
Hermione took a deep breath and wrenched open the door of the store with a jerk. 'Bastard,' she whispered under her breath. She entered the store and groaned. There had been a new delivery, and packing crates were stacked high at the end of the room. In addition, she knew that all of the shelves would need to be dusted thoroughly and every bottle and phial taken down. This was going to take her all day. With a huff of frustration, Hermione rolled up her sleeves and started at the end of the room. All of the ingredients were in alphabetical order, so she started with the Acromantula venom and began to lift down the phials.
It was hot work, but she was nothing if not thorough. Her granny had always said to 'give it some elbow-grease,' so that is what she did. By half past ten, her hair had started come loose and the sweat was pouring from her. She had got at far as Flobberworm entrails when she decided she had to take a break or expire from dehydration. She walked back into the lab, pushing her hair away from her damp face, and walked directly to her room without speaking to Snape. She stripped off her robes, which were now filthy, and cast a cooling charm. With a wave of her wand she transfigured her hair clip into a glass, cast Auguamenti and drank gratefully. Then she fixed her hair, cleaned her robes as best she could and headed back for round two. Unfortunately, when she arrived at the store, Snape was in there.
'Are you checking up on me, Professor Snape?' she demanded indignantly.
Snape turned around with a jar of Boomslang skin in his hand, and Hermione glared at him. He didn't reply but walked past her and back to the workbench. Hermione snapped.
'You really are the most rude and ignorant man I have ever met!' she shouted. 'Why can't you at least treat me with courtesy instead of being such a.. a... GIT!'
Hermione didn't wait for his answer but headed back into the store room, this time slamming the door behind her, causing several precariously balanced phials to fall from the shelves and break. There was a bang and a flash of light, and after that, everything went blank.
***
Snape observed from his place by the door as Lavender Longbottom cast a series of diagnostic tests over Hermione Granger. If he felt a little guilty, it was more about the fact he had incensed the witch to violence and ruined half his stock. He was less guilty that he had taken the chance to purloin some of Granger's soft and lovely hair in the midst of all the chaos. His prize was wrapped carefully in his handkerchief and was almost burning a hole in his pocket. Not that he would be able to make use of it for a month yet, but still. It had been fortuitous.
He heard the quick little footsteps of Filius Flitwick and braced himself. The Headmaster was not always charming, and he knew he was in for a hard time. He prepared himself to get his just desserts.
'Severus, I am blaming you totally for this! Hermione Granger managed to survive the war but I doubt she will be able to survive you for much longer!' Filius glared up at him furiously, his hands on his hips.
Snape was suitably abashed. 'I apologise, Headmaster. Miss Granger's temper doesn't appear to be any less quick, and I have perhaps not made things as easy as I could have.'
'I expect you to change that, Severus,' Filius said with a sigh, his anger spent. 'Honestly, it wouldn't do you any harm to just try and be nice to the girl. She is doing you a favour, after all,' Filius pleaded.
'Indeed.' Severus smirked at just how nice he would like to be to Hermione Granger, but he knew that Filius was right. He really wasn't making it easy on her, or himself. It wouldn't hurt to make some form of effort with her.
At least he hoped it wouldn't.
***
Hermione awoke in the room beside the lab. Her head was banging and her eyes smarted, but apart from that she felt fine. She sat up gingerly on the edge of the bed and was about to stand when there was a soft knocking at the door.
'Yes?' she said.
'Miss Granger, may I enter?' It was Snape. Hermione sighed. She may as well get the lecture over with. She was sure that the store must have been destroyed.
'Come in sir,' she said with as much confidence as she could muster.
Professor Snape entered the room and handed her a headache potion and some drops for her eyes. 'I owe you an apology,' he said quietly. 'There was no excuse for my rudeness. Forgive me.'
Hermione gaped at him. 'I was going to apologise to you. Have I destroyed everything?' she said miserably.
'I have fixed the store. We will have to order in some fresh ingredients but there is no permanent damage. When you have used those you should eat. I shall await you in my office.' With a nod, Snape gracefully left the room, leaving Hermione staring at him in disbelief.
She swallowed the potion and felt her headache lift immediately, and the drops took the sting from her eyes. She felt a rush of gratitude towards Professor Snape but still couldn't get her head around his apology. Perhaps he wasn't that bad after all?
She went into the office feeling much brighter than she had in over a week. 'Thank you for the potion, Professor. I feel much better now.'
Professor Snape looked up from the book he was reading and smiled slightly. 'I thought you might like to come for dinner in the Great Hall. Filius has done nothing but nag me to invite you since you arrived,' he said.
'I would love that,' she replied, smiling back at him. 'Professor, can I ask you a question?'
'I cannot promise to answer, but you may try,' he said
'You were chopping Knotgrass earlier, and then you collected some Boomslang skin from the store before... well, everything.' Hermione shrugged.
'Go on,' he said warily. Had she been able to read him better, she would have known that his heart was pounding hard in his chest as his stress levels started to rise.
'Well, sir, I wondered if you were brewing Polyjuice potion?'
She almost laughed at Snape's shocked expression. 'It seems I have been rumbled,' he said as he rose from his seat. 'Occasionally I do some private work and I have been asked to make a batch of Polyjuice. Of course, you would know all about that.'
Hermione had the grace to blush under his intense stare. 'Yes, well. I apologise for that sir, but it was necessary at the time. But why would anyone want Polyjuice potion now?' She thought out loud.
'I did not ask. It is none of my business and nor is it yours,' he said firmly.
Hermione's thoughts were running in all directions. Why would someone need Polyjuice now that the war was over? And who had ordered it? It seemed like a strange request, but she daren't ask any more questions for fear of spoiling their truce.
'Of course.' Hermione smiled up at him as he held the door open. 'Thank you, Professor, for the job and taking care of me.'
As she stepped through the door she missed the look of shock on the Professor's face.
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damnnn it was hot hahahaha
Perfect, dearest neelix! Absolutely perfect! You are the best.
Response from neelix (Author of 49 and Never Been Kissed)
Thank you for all of your lovely reviews, they really make me smile x
Going much better than I had expected. I really don't remember the details. I wonder if I have early signs of dementia. Seriously. 
I wrote much more the first time I read this but I seem to remember that it all works out OK in the end so I will suffice it to say; Hermione, you're a stupid little know-it-all, and I hope you're pleased with yourself. Do grow up you silly girl. Let the man see his whore in peace.
Poor wittle boo boo Snape. He's all hot and bothered for his Hermione and doesn't even know she would be thrilled if he would only give her a small smile and a, "Have a nice weekend". I'm sure it would take only a small amount of relatively nice behavior and a couple of stimulating intellectual discussions and she would be more than happy for him to teach her how he likes it. Hopefully, that will be happening soon, for all of our sakes.
It was stupid for her to marry the ginger twat. Any of us could have told her that but she was too young to hear us and I'm sure there was a lot of pressure put on her to go through with it. I'm just glad Severus Snape is a man who believes in second chances. His came at an awfully high price but he was grateful for it non-the-less. Now he's paying it forward. I could just kiss him for that! Hee Hee. But, I'm guessing Hermione gets to have the first kiss sooner or later in this adventure.
I read this a long time ago but remember enjoying very much so it's time to give it another go! I have terrible memory so while I remember the general gist of the story, I dont' remember details so everything old is new again for me. So far, so good! 
What a yummy read! Thanks!
Very good!
Aww I liked this chappie
Hehehehehehe
Steamy
Caught in a pickle, eh proffesor? Hehe
WOW! That was amazing! Thanks for writing!!!
Lol nice prompts you were given! Loved threw story, the naughty bits were awesome, though I am surprised he knew it was hermione during the switch. I guess the nose knows, huh?
Response from neelix (Author of 49 and Never Been Kissed)
It was Amortentia. That was explained in the story I think. I don't know if you can amend your review? It should say the, not threw. Thanks for reading.
I had to quickly review to point out mistakes I've found. Her "main" of hair should be "mane," and i forget where it was, but a "lose" should have been "loose". ;) Hope I'm not offending by pointing them out. I love the story so far!!
Response from neelix (Author of 49 and Never Been Kissed)
Thank you. I'll amend them later. Posted in haste!
This was so much fun to read!
Thank you for sharing, I love that you made Hermione just as kinky as Severus. ;)
As always Neelix you write to please!! And please you did, love the Amortentia descriptions. I can almost smell Severus myself!! I want to thank you Neelix,you and Teddy's fan fiction writing is what really drew me into this fandom!!! Always will be a devoted fan~dee
Absolutely smutgloriously delicious!!!! What else can I say? It's a new word I made up just for you. It was exactly the kind of story I was looking for tonight.
Response from neelix (Author of 49 and Never Been Kissed)
Bless you :) Thank you for reading my little smutglorious fic and inventing new words for me!
Response from neelix (Author of 49 and Never Been Kissed)
Bless you :) Thank you for reading my little smutglorious fic and inventing new words for me!
That was totally awesome! I forgive Hermione and am so happy for them. I knew you were a skilled story teller and would anticipate my worries then soothe them as the crisis worked itself out into a wonderful climax. 
The Amortentia was the ingredient that made all the other concerns unimportant. They were made for each other. That's all that really matters in the end. And what a wonderfully sexy Severus he is too. I love the way he stuck up for her. Ron is such a stupid little speckled toad. He must have a death wish to want to pick a fight with Severus Snape. I didn't review the last couple of chapters because I didn't want to stop the flow of the story. I really like the way Severus treated Winky when he told her she was a good elf even though he had a terrible hangover. He was even more lovable than ever after that. Everything went great with Rosie. I'm very glad she cared about Severus' happiness and not just the money. And the waiting to kiss the girl he loved and who loved him was wonderful, romantic and sexy. Well done gentle author. That's why you write the stories and I just read them. 
Very nice chapter! I'm thawing. I guess Hermione doesn't have to be perfect. She is only a witch after all. But I still hope he doesn't ever know she spied on him because she suspected he was still an evil death eater. He can find out she spied on him. That will probably be pretty hot. But I don't want him to know she doesn't trust him. Snape is hotter than ever. He feels bad for what he did, but she hasn't admitted that she was wrong to assume the worst of him after he'd been so nice to her. They obviously belong together. I'm sure you'll work it out.
"Lloooosseee!" That witless, inane girl. At first I thought Severus was playing the "Lucy" character, but now it's turned out to be Hermione! One minute he has a total personality change from Bastard Extraordinaire to Mister Nicy-Nice after she practically destroys his potions store and "Little Miss Know-It-All" doesn't give it a second thought as she goes tripping along like Little Red Ridding Hood on a lark. 
And then now, NOW, she has the nerve, the unmitigated, self important, pompous, impertinent and faithless nerve to suspect Severus Snape of actually trying to revive Voldemort's reign of terror simply because he wanted to keep a secret from her, because he had personal business he didn't choose to share with her? AND THEN, she has the rudest, most shameless, insulting, intrusive, arrogant gall to spy on her boss--to spy on Severus Fucking Snape as if it was her God given right and duty? How dare she! Who does she think she is anyway? 
I could have tolerated insatiable curiosity leading to ill-mannered snooping, but her assuming the worst of him and making it her business to make sure he wasn't up to something dastardly like when she was 11 years old, ruined what could have been a totally erotic adult encounter. She just proved everything bad he had ever thought about her is true. Now she couldn't pay me to fuck her if I was Severus Snape. Imagine how hurt his feelings will be if he finds out she spied on him because she didn't trust him. He expected her to be nosy. But this is betrayal. I hope he never finds out.
All of that said, I haven't read the entire story and you may work this out so I won't feel so betrayed on his behalf. Please know that this is not a criticism of your storytelling prowess. You are on my favorite authors list. I'm just angry at Hermione right now. I really want them to become a couple, but she's been mean spirited after he did her a favor. I hope she is extremely ashamed of herself so I can like her again. 
Please don't be offended at my over the top hissy-fit. It's one of my most grievous faults. I'm impulsively over emotional and I have the tendency to either hate something or love something but am seldom lukewarm about anything. This is why I must muster all of my self discipline and never ever allow myself to start tweeting. I would be totally fired, sued, locked up by some secret service agency who might take me seriously and then murdered in my bed by the end of the 1st day.
I'm poised in anticipation! It feels like a smutty "I Love Lucy" episode. You know he is going to get so caught. (I don't know if you are old enough to know about that old show. Sometimes I had to close my eyes because I couldn't stand it when I knew Ricky was about to find out what she'd done. I was a kid and hated it when she would predictably get herself in a fix, kind of like this one, every episode, only exceedingly more G rated.)
My goodness that was a serious about face. He went from total bastard to normally polite and even forgivingly nice in 60! I'd be wondering if I had gone through some kind of portal to an alternate universe in the explosion, if I were Hermione right now. He sure mended his ways quickly. Wouldn't a normal person be suspicious? On Snape's side; I'd be worried about making the polyjuice if I were him, unless he harbors a secret desire to get caught. Nothing gets past her observation. He also has to know she won't stop wondering who would want polyjuice. Unless he wants her to catch him, he'd better keep his brewing to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom during Hermione's off hours and tell her the customer canceled the order. If he was Slytherin enough, he should have just frankly told her he supplies it to the local whore house for their high end customers and gets paid quite nicely for it. It's a perfectly believable cover story. The man is painfully out of practice. 
Seriously though, would that be illegal? As long as it's legal she'd probably just be disgusted and let it go. If it's not she'd probably feel like she needed to address the issue, sooner or later. All he'd have to do is say he won't do it anymore if it upsets her but that she will have to make up the difference from her pay. That's the Snapishly Slytherine thing to do.
Poor Snapy-poo. He's as lonely as Hermione. Worse than Hermione, even. Hermione got taken out to dinner and he had to pay for a blow job. Does he realize how isolating it is for her to just brew all day and not even get to eat in the Great Hall? He probably hasn't even thought about it. Well, now he has too much time on his hands because she has brewed all his potions for him. I wonder why he's piling so much work on her. Maybe he thinks she likes it. Maybe he's afraid that is she gets bored she'll leave. Maybe he's afraid to talk to her so he keeps her too busy to have to make conversation. He's a right mess! Still, it was nice of him to give her that job. Is his sexual attraction to her a new thing or has he been thinking about her this way for a while? Won't she be surprised!