Don't read if you'll be squicked
A little drabble I wrote up to commemorate New Year's and to, hopefully, amuse y'all. Warning, it's Snape/Hermione. Just PG-13 at the very most.
New Year’s Resolution
Hermione hated the idea of New Year’s resolutions. It wasn’t that she thought improving oneself was a bad idea. She thought that self improvement was one of the greatest goals a person could have. It’s just that she noticed that most of her classmate’s ideas of self improvement were a little less than lofty. One of the Gryffindors, she thought it might have been Dean, had gotten the bright idea to hand out pieces of parchment in the common room so that everyone could write their resolutions out. At midnight they were supposed to throw them into the fire so that they couldn’t be taken back.
Harry thrust the parchment in front of her interrupting her reading of Terry Gygax’s Dragons in the Living Room: Step by Step Procedures on Wyrm Training for the Complete Idiot and then laughed as he sat down beside her. Hermione looked around the room noting that everyone was eagerly scribbling on their parchments most of them with large grins attached to their faces. ‘Too bad they can’t get this enthusiastic about their homework,’ she mused and then berated herself for sounding like such a swot. She noticed that Dean had a particularly large grin on his face and he waved at her cheerily before bending over his own parchment. ‘What’s he up to?’ she wondered.
Dean quickly hid a piece of well folded parchment into his pocket and chuckled to himself. He’d been doing research for a Herbology report when he’d come across the minor potion that strengthened desire in the receiver. The small “push” that the potion produced wasn’t enough to be considered illegal but it probably wasn’t something that Dumbledore would have smiled upon. He had treated the parchment pieces with a bit of the potion and the warmth of the fire would complete the preparation. Dean saw it as giving his classmates a little help in actually completing their New Year’s resolutions for once. The Ministry of Magic would have most likely seen it as something entirely different.
Hermione bent over her own parchment and, in a completely unconscious gesture that Harry and Ron knew too well, began chewing on the tip of her quill. ‘What do I want to accomplish in the New Year?’ she thought to herself. She started to write something about memorizing all major and minor generals in the goblin wars but shook her head at the stupidity of such a task. Glancing to the right, at Ron’s list, she noticed the word “sex” figured prominently in many of his resolutions. He saw her looking at his list and produced a blush that could easily have rivaled his hair before turning slightly and covering the parchment with his arm.
She sighed inwardly as her mind went unbidden to the thought of her own virginity. Her mum had always told her to save herself for the “right boy”. Hermione wasn’t sure who this “right boy” was and was even less sure when she would meet him and how she would know he was “right” whatever that meant. She stared dreamily down at her parchment and quick images of long dark hair and haughtily swirling robes swam across her inner vision. She felt a chill race up her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room seeing as how she was sitting directly in front of the fire. Dean called out, “Alright everyone, just a few minutes ‘til midnight. Finish up!”
Everyone else began getting up and moving over to the fire their lists done and Hermione felt slightly panicked as she did in the last few minutes of a testing period. She covered her parchment with one robe and wrote, in infinitesimally small letters, “I resolve to snog Professor Snape” before curling her parchment so that no one would see and joining them at the fire. She noticed that people were pairing off getting ready for their New Year’s kisses and she groaned again. ‘One more year where I won’t get kissed at midnight’ she thought to herself. She decided she didn’t want to be there for the disgustingly slobbery scene that would take place in a few moments. “Harry,” she whispered, “will you throw this in the fire for me? I’ve got to use the loo.”
Harry glanced at her from the group of girls that were closing in on him a flush on his face and said, “Sure, Hermione.”
“Don’t read it,” she hissed.
Harry shook his head, “No, of course not.”
Then she turned and dashed out of the common room, through the fat lady’s portrait and ran straight into Professor Snape. ‘Why does this man always have to be prowling around outside our common area?’ she thought to herself.
“Ms. Granger,” Snape hissed at her. “Out of bed at this hour? I would think this calls for several point deductions. Don’t you agree?”
Hermione ground her teeth together and tried not to notice how incredibly close he was standing. ‘This is not the time to get all girly,’ she warned herself. “I was just..” she began and then wondered how in Merlin’s name she could admit to Professor Snape that she had fled Gryffindor common room because she didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight. “They were going to…well, it’s New Year’s Eve, sir, and…” she faltered. She gathered that Snape seemed to understand her dilemma from his particularly large sneer but she also gathered that he was enjoying her distress. ‘Damn the man’ she growled inwardly.
“Not feeling terribly articulate tonight, Ms. Granger? One too many butter beers perhaps?”
Just as she was opening her mouth to answer him she heard the clock in the common room behind her begin to strike twelve as well as a cheer from her classmates as they threw their parchments into the fire. At the same time she felt herself drawn to Snape physically. To her horror, she watched her arms snake up around his neck and lock behind his head. Snape seemed to be as surprised as Hermione was because he did nothing to stop her as she used her weight to draw his head down to her level. Her lips closed over his bottom lip and drew it into her mouth before repositioning itself and opening wider to kiss him deeper. She felt her tongue, unbidden, thrust between his lips and heard a low groan escape her chest, or maybe it was his chest, as the kiss became more heated.
Snape’s hands hung limp at his side for only half a second before he realized that it was New Year’s Eve and he was being kissed at midnight. No one had ever kissed him at midnight before. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and drew Hermione into his embrace pushing her back against the fat lady who awakened with a snort. When she saw what Hermione and Snape were doing she opened her mouth to scream and then fainted dead away. Snape thrust his hands into Hermione’s hair and used the leverage to deepen the kiss further, thrusting his tongue rhythmically into her mouth. Hermione began to go weak at the knees and grabbed up bunches of Snape’s robes to keep herself from following the Fat Lady in a dead faint.
After what seemed an eternity, they both broke off the kiss to come up for air and their eyes met and locked in a heated gaze. Hermione’s mouth moved like a fish and then she finally found her tongue and rasped, “Happy New Year, Professor Snape” before turning and running back into the common room.
Snape stood for a few moments more, his mouth hanging open, before gaining control of his senses. He adjusted his robes and licked his lips happily as a large smile spread across his face. “Happy New Year, Hermione” he whispered before turning and heading back toward the dungeons.
THE END
New Year’s Resolution
Hermione hated the idea of New Year’s resolutions. It wasn’t that she thought improving oneself was a bad idea. She thought that self improvement was one of the greatest goals a person could have. It’s just that she noticed that most of her classmate’s ideas of self improvement were a little less than lofty. One of the Gryffindors, she thought it might have been Dean, had gotten the bright idea to hand out pieces of parchment in the common room so that everyone could write their resolutions out. At midnight they were supposed to throw them into the fire so that they couldn’t be taken back.
Harry thrust the parchment in front of her interrupting her reading of Terry Gygax’s Dragons in the Living Room: Step by Step Procedures on Wyrm Training for the Complete Idiot and then laughed as he sat down beside her. Hermione looked around the room noting that everyone was eagerly scribbling on their parchments most of them with large grins attached to their faces. ‘Too bad they can’t get this enthusiastic about their homework,’ she mused and then berated herself for sounding like such a swot. She noticed that Dean had a particularly large grin on his face and he waved at her cheerily before bending over his own parchment. ‘What’s he up to?’ she wondered.
Dean quickly hid a piece of well folded parchment into his pocket and chuckled to himself. He’d been doing research for a Herbology report when he’d come across the minor potion that strengthened desire in the receiver. The small “push” that the potion produced wasn’t enough to be considered illegal but it probably wasn’t something that Dumbledore would have smiled upon. He had treated the parchment pieces with a bit of the potion and the warmth of the fire would complete the preparation. Dean saw it as giving his classmates a little help in actually completing their New Year’s resolutions for once. The Ministry of Magic would have most likely seen it as something entirely different.
Hermione bent over her own parchment and, in a completely unconscious gesture that Harry and Ron knew too well, began chewing on the tip of her quill. ‘What do I want to accomplish in the New Year?’ she thought to herself. She started to write something about memorizing all major and minor generals in the goblin wars but shook her head at the stupidity of such a task. Glancing to the right, at Ron’s list, she noticed the word “sex” figured prominently in many of his resolutions. He saw her looking at his list and produced a blush that could easily have rivaled his hair before turning slightly and covering the parchment with his arm.
She sighed inwardly as her mind went unbidden to the thought of her own virginity. Her mum had always told her to save herself for the “right boy”. Hermione wasn’t sure who this “right boy” was and was even less sure when she would meet him and how she would know he was “right” whatever that meant. She stared dreamily down at her parchment and quick images of long dark hair and haughtily swirling robes swam across her inner vision. She felt a chill race up her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room seeing as how she was sitting directly in front of the fire. Dean called out, “Alright everyone, just a few minutes ‘til midnight. Finish up!”
Everyone else began getting up and moving over to the fire their lists done and Hermione felt slightly panicked as she did in the last few minutes of a testing period. She covered her parchment with one robe and wrote, in infinitesimally small letters, “I resolve to snog Professor Snape” before curling her parchment so that no one would see and joining them at the fire. She noticed that people were pairing off getting ready for their New Year’s kisses and she groaned again. ‘One more year where I won’t get kissed at midnight’ she thought to herself. She decided she didn’t want to be there for the disgustingly slobbery scene that would take place in a few moments. “Harry,” she whispered, “will you throw this in the fire for me? I’ve got to use the loo.”
Harry glanced at her from the group of girls that were closing in on him a flush on his face and said, “Sure, Hermione.”
“Don’t read it,” she hissed.
Harry shook his head, “No, of course not.”
Then she turned and dashed out of the common room, through the fat lady’s portrait and ran straight into Professor Snape. ‘Why does this man always have to be prowling around outside our common area?’ she thought to herself.
“Ms. Granger,” Snape hissed at her. “Out of bed at this hour? I would think this calls for several point deductions. Don’t you agree?”
Hermione ground her teeth together and tried not to notice how incredibly close he was standing. ‘This is not the time to get all girly,’ she warned herself. “I was just..” she began and then wondered how in Merlin’s name she could admit to Professor Snape that she had fled Gryffindor common room because she didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight. “They were going to…well, it’s New Year’s Eve, sir, and…” she faltered. She gathered that Snape seemed to understand her dilemma from his particularly large sneer but she also gathered that he was enjoying her distress. ‘Damn the man’ she growled inwardly.
“Not feeling terribly articulate tonight, Ms. Granger? One too many butter beers perhaps?”
Just as she was opening her mouth to answer him she heard the clock in the common room behind her begin to strike twelve as well as a cheer from her classmates as they threw their parchments into the fire. At the same time she felt herself drawn to Snape physically. To her horror, she watched her arms snake up around his neck and lock behind his head. Snape seemed to be as surprised as Hermione was because he did nothing to stop her as she used her weight to draw his head down to her level. Her lips closed over his bottom lip and drew it into her mouth before repositioning itself and opening wider to kiss him deeper. She felt her tongue, unbidden, thrust between his lips and heard a low groan escape her chest, or maybe it was his chest, as the kiss became more heated.
Snape’s hands hung limp at his side for only half a second before he realized that it was New Year’s Eve and he was being kissed at midnight. No one had ever kissed him at midnight before. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and drew Hermione into his embrace pushing her back against the fat lady who awakened with a snort. When she saw what Hermione and Snape were doing she opened her mouth to scream and then fainted dead away. Snape thrust his hands into Hermione’s hair and used the leverage to deepen the kiss further, thrusting his tongue rhythmically into her mouth. Hermione began to go weak at the knees and grabbed up bunches of Snape’s robes to keep herself from following the Fat Lady in a dead faint.
After what seemed an eternity, they both broke off the kiss to come up for air and their eyes met and locked in a heated gaze. Hermione’s mouth moved like a fish and then she finally found her tongue and rasped, “Happy New Year, Professor Snape” before turning and running back into the common room.
Snape stood for a few moments more, his mouth hanging open, before gaining control of his senses. He adjusted his robes and licked his lips happily as a large smile spread across his face. “Happy New Year, Hermione” he whispered before turning and heading back toward the dungeons.
THE END