I must emphasize this. Unless you have read "Sweet Teeth", you will probably be a bit confused. I suggest you read it.

Also, this story is not for the easily offended. Don't say I didn't warn you!!!

Oh yeah! Anything that reflects J.K. Rowling's stuff ain't mine. Anything that is twisted beyond total belief, well, you know.


Where we last left our heros. . .

"Miss Granger. Would you do me the honour?" He asked, holding out his hand.

"Certainly Professor." She replied, taking it and allowing herself to be led to the middle of the dance floor.

"You don't usually dance." Hermione said when she was sure no one was paying attention.

"Hmmm. What better excuse to have to hold you." Severus replied. "I wish I could let the world know of what I've found in you Hermione." He sighed.

Looking up at him with a glint in her eye, she replied. "And what's stopping you now?"

Severus stopped moving, and looked down into her eyes. He got a similar glint in his eyes, and without warning, arched Hermione over the arm around her waist, holding her head with his other hand. "Nothing." He replied, and brought his lips to hers. She held onto him tightly around his neck, eventually having to separate to gasp for air.

"SEVERUS!!" He heard Minerva yell. He groaned, and brought Hermione back upright, noticing all the students in the hall were watching in complete shock. "Not so much tongue in front of us! It's disgusting!" She called, than turned back to her conversation with the Headmaster.

"Well than," Severus said, holding out his arm for her to take. "Shall we? We don't want to cause any heart failures."

Hermione took his arm, and looked back up at him. "I think it's too late for that. But let's go before we do any more damage."

And the two walked arm in arm back down to the dungeons.

And now, the continuation. . .


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