This is written for The Confessions Competition.
I do not own Harry Potter.
The cool autumn air caused Hermione to wrap her Gryffindor scarf more tightly around her neck. The sudden change in weather had caught her off guard, and, as it seemed, everyone else. Except one.
"How are you not freezing?"
"It's not cold," he replied swiftly.
Not cold, she muttered under her breath. "Just tell me where we're going, Sev. Please." Hermione begged him, teeth chattering.
"No, it's a surprise. Why can't you just love surprises like everyone else?"
She stuck her tongue out at him, and, in return, he raised an eyebrow.
"Hermione, pretending you're a child won't make me tell you. I thought you would've learned that lesson from me over the years. "
She stopped walking, and snorted unattractively. "The only thing knowing you has done for me is show me that I can lie, and sneak around without being caught."
"Keep secrets without being caught? Are you referring to the Polyjuice Potion in your Second Year? I still can't believe you didn't think I would figure it out. Even then, I had known you, Potter, and Weasley long enough to know that you were the only Second Years who would even know that such a potion existed, and, even more than that, the only ones who would be capable enough to make it. But seriously, that's the only thing this has taught you?" he chuckled. "I thought you would have said something along the lines of that you shouldn't be trusted around older men like myself."
"Sev! Don't say that. You're not old. You're just…older than me. "
"Don't say it!" Hermione nearly screamed, putting her hands over her ears. "I thought we decided that we weren't going to let that bother us."
He took her hand, and squeezed it gently. "I won't let it bother me if you don't let it bother you," he told her. "I just don't understand how you fell for me."
She decided not to ruin their walk by getting angry with him, even though she had told him a hundred times. "You can't help who you fall for, and I fell for you," she reminded him quickly, hoping he would drop the subject.
He sighed. "I suppose."
She wrapped her scarf still tighter around her, before a sudden thought reached her. "Sev, why are we outside of the castle? We could easily get caught."
He smiled slightly, a rare occurrence that she was still getting used to seeing, and turned around, seeing no one. "If it would make you more comfortable, we can go back to the castle."
She looked at him, a guilty smile plastered on her face. "I'm sorry," she said meekly.
"If it bothers you that much, let's go inside. To the dungeons?'
"To the dungeons."
. . .
"How did you get all of this back in here?"
He had planned a picnic for the two of them, knowing it would please her.
"You suck at surprises," he comments.
"And what exactly do you mean by that, Severus?"
"Questioning me about how I got all of this back here was not the response I was looking for. I was thinking more along the lines of a thank you, perhaps."
She rolled her eyes, before embracing him in a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you, Severus. I love it."
"You're welcome, my dear."
"So how did you get all of this here?"
"You're not going to drop this until I give you an answer, are you?"
She smiled mischievously. "You know me so well."
"Let's just say…" he thought for a second. "I had help."
"From whom?" she asked. "Certainly not another student?"
"And risk that student finding out about us? Certainly not," he replied, throwing her words back at her.
"Was it one of the other professors? Of course," she said, mostly to herself. "I can't imagine you would risk a teacher finding out you were planning a picnic for two. That would only lead to suspicion, and, let's be honest, that would only reveal the best of you, and we wouldn't want that, would we?"
"Hermione, can we drop this? I had help from a rather unlikely source. It is rather classified information Can we leave it at that?"
She sighed. "Classified like a top security vault at Gringotts or like a prophecy in the Department of Mysteries?"
"I guess it would be more along the lines of a prophecy, but obviously not nearly as… extreme as you put it."
"So, do you plan on telling me about this extra help?"
He smirked, "Of course not. Now," he said slowly, "What were we discussing?"
"Umm, nothing, if I'm remembering correctly."
"So, how did you fall for me?"
"Merlin, Severus! We just went over this! I just did, okay?"
Well…" she told him. "Yeah, I guess."
"So what?" she countered, sitting up a bit straighter.
"Hermione, what aren't you telling me?"
She blushed at the look he gave her. "Nothing,"
"Fine, if you don't want to tell me…"
At his comment, she broke. "Alright, falling for you didn't exactly…happen on its own."
He raised an eyebrow, which only made her blush harder. "Go on."
"It was more of an accident, falling for you," she said, before looking up in alarm. "Not that I regret it or anything." She thought for a second. "Well, maybe I did regret it for a time."
His expression remained emotionless, and she continued. "There was an incident in Fifth Year, when it all started."
He racked his brain to remember the incident which had clearly had a huge effect on her feelings towards him.
"Well, I…I was trying to see if I would be able to concoct a Potion that…caught your attention, and-"
"Miss Granger," Hermione looked up sharply. "Hermione," he said, apologizing, "You used a potion to seduce me?"
"I wouldn't exactly call it seducing you,"
Really? What would you call it, then?" She was glad to hear that there was no hurt in his voice, but there was an air of amusement.
"I would call it…seducing you," she said, not meeting his eyes. "Do you remember it?"
"Yes, now that you mention it, I do," he confessed. "I was so confused afterwards. I hadn't thought you would have been able to formulate such a potion, so I remember immediately ruling it out. Well, I know now, don't I?"
She nodded. "So there aren't any more secrets?"
He smiled, eagerly moving closer to where she sat. "You know my past. I've kept nothing else from you."
A sudden knock at the door startled them out of their thoughts. "Pinky must tell his Master, Sir."
Hermione looked to the door. "You have a House Elf?"
"Come in, Pinky."
The small creature ran over to Snape, holding an empty basket in his tiny hands. "Master, Pinky forgot to get the basket from outside. Pinky only brought the food inside. Pinky hopes that his Master is not angry with him," finished the Elf, cowering in fear.
"No," he said, looking over at Hermione. "No, it's fine. You are dismissed," he told the Elf, who left quickly, as though hoping his master would not change his mind about being angry with him.
"You have a House Elf?" repeated Hermione, stunned.
"He's been in my family for years, and, being the only remaining member of my family, he came with me to Hogwarts."
"But you could just set him free," she argued.
"I suppose, but he would be distraught, and I don't use him all of the time, just when I need him."
"Like today? That's how our picnic got up here?"
He nodded, and, seeing Hermione nod as well, he breathed a sigh of relief. She had forgiven him.
She looked over at him warily, after they had lapsed into a comfortable silence. "Are you over Lily?" she hadn't meant to ask him so bluntly, but it was the only way she could think of.
He frowned slightly at her interrogation, but he figured she deserved to ask such a question. "You tell me," he whispered against her lips, capturing his lips in hers.
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