'Hogwarts, Welcome to the Beach..'
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Mrs J.K Rowling, the loveliest lady on this planet. I worship her.
Warnings: Language, and implied sexual mischief.
Summary: Written before HBP. A fun little 'trip to the beach' fic. The dream team finally graduates and decide to take a go to the beach in Cuba, taking friends and family with them. But, Dumbledore also has the same little getaway planned for his staff for their work in the defeat of the Dark Lord. Mayhem ensues. Mainly HG/SS. Along with other little couples (includes HP/GW, NL/LL)..
A/N: Special thanks to PolskaDepresja. Your review made me especially happy. Another special thanks to pettybureaucrat who sparked an idea for something that might happen later on. I really love reviews like these. Keep them coming! Also, again, I'd like to add that this chapter is UNBETA'd. My BETA is at her cottage though she will be back at the start of September.
No. No. no. no. no—NO.
Snape turned completely around and strode away. Never in his lifetime did he feel like strangling someone so badly. Not even Voldemort.
Well, perhaps Voldemort, but in this case he was allowed to do it. He was allowed to strangle Albus Dumbledore. Why? Because the old codger would probably just laugh.
But on second thought, then perhaps he shouldn't. No, a hacksaw would do. But where to find a hacksaw on the beach?
From behind him, he could hear Granger following him.
'What do you think you're doing, Miss Granger?'
He turned on her and stood there, glaring at her, his hands balled into fists in his pockets. The bushy haired girl looked taken aback.
'Er... sir, it's shocking to see you here—'
'—I'm no vampire, you know. I'm allowed to get some sun. You can tell your little friends this new piece of information too. I find it quite tiresome walking into my own classroom and smelling garlic—'
Granger almost looked like she was going to laugh, but the little flicker in her eye passed only to be replaced with surprise again, 'No, sir, I meant nothing by it. Only that it's a pleasant surprise.'
Snape looked thoughtful before saying lightly, 'Did you know that bullshit can be smelt from miles away?'
Granger looked appalled by his language. That gave him gleeful pleasure. Enough pleasure to take and savor with him on his walk away from her.
Again, Granger followed him.
'Sir, I was being sincere. It's a pleasant surprise. Who did you come with?' She asked lightly, though her infamous know-it-all curiosity was almost painfully obvious.
He turned to her again, looking severely irritated, 'That is absolutely none of your business. Besides, you're about as overjoyed to see me as I am you. So do me a favor and disappear. You can start by not following me anymore.'
Hermione looked peeved now. She stepped forward and glared right at him. He sneered but didn't step back.
'I bet you came alone, that's what! Because you're ugly and mean and –' But Hermione Granger was one to always be respectful; so she didn't say that.
'Oh,' Was what she really said, 'Well, whoever you came with, I'm sure they're very nice people.'
Snape rolled his eyes, 'You trust too easily.'
Hermione frowned, 'Excuse me?'
'How could you have any way of knowing that I came with nice people? I could have come with very horrible people.'
'Sir, you are rambling a bit.'
'I'm aware of that, Miss Granger.'
'Oh.' She said and stopped walking. He didn't stop though. Snape just kept walking relieved that she might finally be gone.
He sighed, 'I came with the professors.'
Oh, well, bugger. So much for feeling merciful that day, it only got him into trouble. First it was a raging old woman chasing him through a campsite, and now a clingy half-naked girl who just happened to be an ex-student. A terribly annoying and nosy one too.
Granger caught up with him as he walked and turned around so that she walked backward and could still face him as she spoke, 'Really? Which ones?'
He threw her a filthy look, 'I am not listing them off for you.'
Granger blushed but recovered quickly and asked, 'Will you take me to see them?'
He ignored her and said, 'You shouldn't walk like that. You aren't watching where you're going.'
Just as he ignored her, she ignored him and repeated eagerly, 'Will you?'
He looked incredulously at her and snarled, 'Why would I do such a thing? I've just rid myself of you and your absolutely horrid friends and now you expect me to—'
'Oh, please, Professor?'
He snorted, 'That face doesn't work on me.' He rolled his eyes. Behind her, he spotted a small rubbish bin, right in her path too, but she was walking backwards so, most likely was not aware of it. A small smile curled onto his lips; should he tell her, or let her fall on her arse?
He looked back at her and smiled coolly, 'Very well, I'll take you to see them—'
Five steps… four steps… just three more..
'—on the condition that you don't tell your friends about it and don't come see us anymore.'
Three… two steps... should he help her?
But by the time Snape felt guilty enough to attempt to pull her out of the way, Hermione Granger let out a ear shattering screech and toppled over backwards when the garbage bin hit the backs of her knees. She landed on the sidewalk with a thud. Snape was in shock for about a second before he composed himself and smirked. Coolly, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned over her, smirking smugly.
'I told you that you shouldn't walk like that.'
Granger sat up, very red in the face as she adjusted her bikini top feverously, 'You should have told me that that was there!'
Snape almost wanted to snicker, but he settled for a lazy look, 'Where would the lesson have been in that?'
Granger let out an almost animalistic growl that he would not expect from her and stood, looking furious, 'I think you owe me now. Take me to go see the professors!' Whoops, he'd really angered her now.
Snape shook his head and looked disapproving, 'Tsk, tsk, Miss Granger. Tantrums get you no where.'
Then, she looked embarrassed, 'Forgive me, Sir. Would you please take me to see the professors?'
Snape smirked. Victory.
He paused to look her up and down in a calculating manner before he sneered, 'Very well, follow me.'
Granger almost seemed like she realized that she was right next to naked in front of her ex-Potions Master. She crossed her arms over her chest and blushed furiously.
'You might want to put some clothes on.' He pointed out snidely, his lip curling as he studied her.
Granger, for a moment, looked a tad ticked, but she nodded, 'Come with me, Sir?'
He raised an eyebrow at her.
'I mean, what if I couldn't find you again?'
He smirked quite evilly and she got the picture.
'Oh! Professor, don't do that. I would honestly like to say hello to the staff, I don't know when I'll be seeing them again. Please don't run off if I ask you to wait here?' She pleaded, looking quite ridiculous now, blushing and begging with her arms crossed across her chest.
He shot both eyebrows up, 'Run off? Tell me, Miss Granger, do I look like I'm five years old?'
The young woman blushed farther and shook her head, 'You're right, sir. Can I trust you to stay here?'
He ground his teeth loudly, causing her to wince, 'Yes. I'll stay here. I'm giving you five minutes. If you're not back in that time, I'm leaving,' He glanced down at his watch and said, 'Go.'
She didn't move. She was staring at him as if saying, 'Are you serious?'
He blinked at her and repeated flatly, 'Go.'
She nodded and ran off. It took him a moment or two to realize that he was staring at her backside as she ran.
Oh, Merlin… you absolutely corrupt, disgusting old man. You're turning into Albus..
He shuddered and spun on his heel, looking the other way. Perhaps he was just admiring the design on the back of her little swimming shorts.
But really, he knew he wasn't.
Snape sat down on the edge of the sidewalk, staring at his watch. The two little hands weren't moving. Oh… oh no. Albus must have hoodwinked it or dipped it in water, just to make this 'vacation' more grueling than it already was. That was something cruel that he would do. He was like the Santa Clause version of Voldemort and the Weasley Twins.
Snape groaned and rubbed his forehead with his hand. Two minutes past. He could really just walk away and leave her there. An evil smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He didn't have to wait for the chit.
No, Snape stood and brushed off his pants. He turned to walk back when the girl came running towards him.
'Back! I— Where were you going?' She asked.
'I was leaving.' He replied.
Her mouth opened a bit; she looked angry and taken aback, 'Leaving? You said five minutes, I only took two!'
He shrugged, 'I'm under no vow with you. I have every right to leave when I got tired of waiting.'
She fixed her t-shirt briskly, then looked up and said, 'Well, let's go, I'm dressed.'
He snorted, and pointed to her bottoms, 'Those shorts are hardly clothes.'
She frowned, 'They're not mine. They're Ginny's. I had to grab whatever I saw.'
He snorted and walked towards her, then past her, back to the teachers bonfire. She followed him and said, 'This is the way back to my camp, you know.'
He scowled, 'Ah, well, we'll make sure no to be seen then.' He looked around and pulled them into the bushes. She started to protest and puff up angrily but then he pulled out his wand and she shut her mouth. Snape tapped the top of her head with his wand and slowly she felt a trickling down her head and all the way down her body. Hermione watched him do the same thing to himself before she felt him take her elbow and lead her back onto the sidewalk.
'Try not to bump into people. You're invisible, remember.'
When they reached the part of the beach that the teachers resided on, he removed the spell behind a tree and pushed her out from behind it afterwards.
Hermione frowned, 'Sir, did you know that you're only three bonfires away from ours?'
Snape's eyes widened, 'What!'
She frowned and raised her hand to look out over the crowd of people, 'Yeah, look. You can see all the Weasley's playing cards.'
She was right. In the middle of the crowded beach, there was a large group of bright red-haired people.
Snape groaned, 'This is horrible.'
She shrugged, 'Perhaps not. No one's noticed. They don't really leave that area until dark.'
'This is not making me feel better.'
She shrugged and hopped down from the sideway onto the sand. She fell forwards onto her knees and laughed it off. Snape wasn't laughing, he was staring at her backside in those small jean shorts. He looked away when she stood up and brushed herself off.
'Sorry! I lost my footing.'
'Really. And here I was thinking you just liked to roll around in the sand.' She didn't even wait to listen. Granger took off and approached the bonfire.
'I've brought you all a present.' He said flatly, sitting down on a log and grabbing a bag of crisps. He shook the bag and pulled out a chip, popping it into his mouth.
He didn't expect to choke on a chip. It was too large to go down though. He'd been surprised into swallowing it when the staff erupted in greetings and rushed forward to greet Granger. Snape winced and took a breath, 'Ow.' He murmured, though his little choking episode was missed.
'Miss Granger! Wonderful to see you!'
'What a pleasure!'
''Ermione! What 'er yeh doin' 'ere?'
'She's arrived to make my life hell.' Severus murmured, though McGonagall waved his comment away with a dismissive hand.
'Miss Granger! What an odd coincidence! How are you?'
Granger seemed to love the attention. She stood straighter and beamed at everyone, 'I'm well, thank you! I was just as surprised when I went to take a little walk and I walk into none other than Professor Snape. It was a pleasant little shock.' She said cheerfully, smiling beautifully.
Snape dug around the chip bag, muttering grumpily under his breath.
Flitwick rolled his eyes at him and said to Granger, beaming, 'He didn't give you any trouble, did he?'
'More like she gave me trouble!'
'Ignore him. He's just bitter because we dragged him here.' McGonagall said a tad disapprovingly.
But Granger, being the complete teachers pet and Gryffindor, came to his rescue, 'Oh!' She let out a little laugh and shook her head, 'No, he was very polite, actually.'
Snape snorted to prove her wrong.
She looked a bit uneasy now, but when Dumbledore came up from behind her and called out her name, Snape was off the hook.
'Miss Granger! It's absolutely wonderful to see you!' He said, holding his arms out wide and beaming at his ex-pupil.
Hermione smiled and hugged the headmaster briefly before he invited her to sit down.
Miss Granger looked started for a second, looking confused and a tad disturbed. Snape snorted and Flitwick snickered beside him. But when the Headmaster held out a raw hotdog wiener, Miss Granger relaxed and nodded.
'Oh, yes, thank you very much, Headmaster.'
Dumbledore sat back and ignored the amused looks from Snape and Flitwick, who seemed to be the only one who caught Miss Granger's discomfort. Teenagers had the most corrupted minds, and when they weren't snogging each other in the corridors because of it, it was quite amusing.
'So, Miss Granger, tell me, what brings you here?' Professor Sinistra asked politely, smiling mysteriously at the young woman.
'It's our graduation trip, actually.'
Albus' eyes sparkled while Minerva looked ecstatic, 'Really? You should call them over. It'd be nice to see everyone again.'
Hermione smiled, 'Okay!'
Snape dropped the chip bag, causing the crisps to scatter all over the ground.
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