Headmaster's Secret

Talking Part One

Note for me
Hermione teaches 2nd 3rd 4th and 6th year potions.

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The ceremony was fast approaching and Severus hadn't perfected his speech yet. He was worrying that he'd make a fool of himself. He even had a nightmare last night of him stuttering over his poor speech and the whole audience laughing at him. It reminded him of his school years. 

Since the kiss, Severus and Hermione barely spoke. She came by each weekend to drop off the paperwork from all the classes and would leave. When they did speak, it was always short and simple. More than once, the portraits told him to sit down with her and talk things through, but Severus refused. He couldn't admit that he had more feelings for Hermione than Lily at this point in time. He hadn't thought about using the pensive since the kiss. 

"Severus, you will have to speak to Hermione about the kiss sooner or later," Albus said with a laughter in his voice. 

Severus rolled his eyes as he stood up from his desk. He had been working on his speech for two hours and it didn't sound any better. The parchment had been marked so much it looked nearly pure black from the ink. There were small holes where he'd scribbled in spots. He needed to lie down for a moment to clear his head. He kept his door open so he could hear if someone knocked on his door as he entered his room. 

It was a small studio type room. A bed in one corner with a giant bookshelf next to it. A fireplace with a large couch facing it. A small kitchenette in the other corner that he barely used, and a small private bathroom. There was one small window by the bedroom that he hung black curtains and kept the fire going. He was used to the dungeons being cold and wasn't used to the fair temperatures of the rest of the castle constantly. 

He went to his bed to sit on the side, groaning and rubbing his face with his hands. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, staring at the wall across the room. One big reason why he couldn't get his speech perfect, he was thinking of the kiss. The way Hermione's lips felt against his. So soft and plump. 

Someone knocking at the door to his office brought him out of his trance. He glanced at the door and took a deep breath. He got up and walked calmly to his desk and cleared his throat. "Yes," Severus called after he took a second breath to clear his mind. 

It was Hermione. He silently cursed himself. He didn't need her here at the moment. Especially with her sweet soft lips. As she walked up to his desk, he couldn't help but imagine kissing her again. Their lips melting together like the perfect potion. His stomach did several flips and the lump in his throat was once again back. 

"Sir?" 

He shook his head and looked at Hermione. "Yes?" He didn't know if she had already asked him a question or not. She smiled at his obliviousness and leaned against the desk. 

"Do you need help proofreading your speech?" She asked with a laugh. Her laugh was angelic music to his ears. It traveled down to his heart and caused his stomach to twist into a pretzel. The butterflies that were settled in there started complaining and he gulped visibly. She raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing. 

"I would need help if I had even finished the damn thing," Severus muttered angrily. 

"You haven't even wrote it?" She sounded appalled. 

He shrugged and looked away from her. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly and went to sit in her chair by his desk. She grabbed his paper that she somehow knew was he 'speech' and started looking over what little he had. Her eyebrows kept raising as she kept reading. Once she was finished, she slowly looked at Severus. "This is terrible," she said more shocked that she looked. 

"I know, I can't find the right words to say." He shrugged again and sighed. 

Hermione rolled her eyes and picked up his quill with a smirk and started writing. Every now and then she'd ask a question about how he felt during a certain moment or about someone. Once she had proofread what she wrote three times, she handed it to him to read. He had to admit. She said everything that needed to be said and more. She was the one that should read it at the ceremony. 

He set the speech down gently and looked at her proudly tidying up his desk. He watched her do it so smoothly and comfortably that it gave him a certain bravery to speak up about the one thing that they hadn't spoken of in days. The kiss. He shifted uncomfortably and bit his lip. "Uh, Hermione," he said, unsure. 

She tilted her head towards him as she started dusting the desk with her wand. The tip of it extended as a duster. "Can we talk about the kiss?" She stopped mid-dust and gave him a side glance. She licked her lips as if they were dry and waved her wand to get rid of the duster at the end of it. She sat her wand down on the desk very carefully as if it was made of glass and gently sat in her chair. 

Severus took that as a 'yes', so he nodded. "So, uh, it was nice," he muttered awkwardly. 

"Yes, it was," Hermione agreed absentmindedly. 

From somewhere to the top right a random portrait growled and nearly shouted, "Oh grab the hippogriff by the balls and say it already you ninny."

Severus wanted to blast that picture to dust for what he just said. "Shut up you fool!" Another shouted back. 

Before long, all the portraits started arguing with each other and Hermione and Severus were forgotten. Severus rolled his eyes and tapped Hermione on the shoulder. She was busy watching all the portraits arguing with wonder. Once he tapped her shoulder, she turned to him. He pointed behind him to his room. 

He silently stood up and walked to his open door. Standing aside he motioned for her to step inside first. She did slowly and hesitantly. Once inside, Severus closed the door. The loud arguing was finally gone. He sighed in relief. Turing to her, he couldn't help but stare. She had been drawn to his bookshelf, just as he knew she would. 

Smirking, he went to the couch and decided to let her look for a moment. He settled himself by the fire, watching it crackle and snap. After a couple of minutes, she came to the couch with a children's book she'd never read. It was a muggle story about Sleepy Hallow. She heard of the story briefly when she went to muggle school, but never had the chance to study and read it. 

She grinned up at him and showed him the book. He nodded approvingly. "That's a good book," he commented. He swallowed the stupid lump that kept popping up in his throat and went on, "Now, about the kiss."

Her grin faded. She tightened her grip on the book as if he was going to rip it from her arms. "Yes, I apologize for it, sir," she mumbled into the book. Her lips barely touching it. He wished it was his lips against hers. 

Shaking his head, he said, "No, don't apologize. I kissed you as well."

Hermione sat up a little straighter. "I'd be lying if I didn't say I liked it," she said a little braver. 

He met her eyes. "Really," he asked shockingly, "I liked it too." She grinned at him pleasantly. Before he knew it or really understood how, they were kissing again. Her book had thumped on the ground loudly as she leaned into Severus' lap. 

Half on top of him, Hermione moaned into his mouth as their kiss deepened. His hands went from her back to stroll down to her butt where he cupped it and groaned. His other hand, rested on the underside of her thigh and gently pulled her fully on top of him without breaking contact. He trailed kisses down her neck before he settled under her sweet spot around the crook of her neck. She grabbed a fist full of his hair as he bit down hard. She squealed in excitement and gripped his hair tighter. He wondered briefly if he'd have a bald spot once they were done, but said nothing. He broke contact and looked lustfully into Hermione's eyes, breathing heavily. 

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Okay, I'm cutting you guys off. Hhehehe. 

No, I'm not a Slytherin, I'm Ravenclaw....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Until next time.