enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

28. 'Let's play'

A/N: Some humour in a mysterious book.

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A third of the golden trio didn't see time pass by as they ran down the moving stairs towards the Great Hall, exhausted. Having neglected how fast time flew by, Harry's sudden urge to use the lavatory had caused Hermione to check on her muggle watch. Saying her eyes bulged out of her eye socket would be an understatement. Banging on the door separating her from the boy's bathroom, she called distressed for her best friend to accelerate his actions.

It was impossible to keep a straight face in such a situation. During six years, the two had a caring friendship, yet hardly had humoristic momentums together without Ron to lighten up the mood. But this time, as they both ran down hand in hand towards their first class, fits of giggles followed by hickups consumed the two as they half slipped when they set foot in the Great Hall.

Everyone turned around towards the eruption of sounds, noticing the two Gryffindor standing sheepishly, their faces crimsoned and panting repeatedly for air. Slytherin's snickered while the members of the lion rolled their eyes - knowing how their tardiness will cause them house points.

"You are late" snapped Snape, gallivanting towards his pupils, his eyes gliding down to their joined hands. His jaw tensed, an unknown feeling scratching its way towards his heart - paining him. "Are you stuck or do you need some help?"

Hermione couldn't help but snicker at his comment, causing both her potion professor and best friend to look at her, puzzled. "Is there something making you laugh Ms Granger? Care to share?"

All Harry could do was nudge her, unable to remove his hand from her now insisting hold, "what are you doing?" he asked his teeth clenched in a fake beam, pretending he wasn't bothered at all by the daggers being thrown towards his being.

"Have you ever seen a girl and a boy hold hands Professor?" Her voice was innocent, yet the sarcasm and teasing vibrated only for Severus to distinguish, "can't I hold my boy friend's hand?"

Her words brought her raven-haired friend a stiff neck and a near death experience to her professor. While Harry's mouth kept opening and closing like a fish out of the water, Snape was imitating a volcano in eruption, fire inflaming out of his orbs while his body quivered menacingly.

Refusing to do things halfway, Hermione winked at him before pulling her friend to their table. Once in her seat, she glanced discretely towards her lover, savouring the obvious fury in his body language.

Unable to contain her glee glowing from her creamy skin, her eyes shining like stars at night, tantalizing him had become the only way to exterminate the emotion within her.

"Stop smiling like a nitwit and tell me what the hell was that?" Seethed Harry, his hand now free, opening his DADA book, "do you have a death wish or something?"

The smile she offered him as a response made him understand the peace his positive reaction to her news brought to her. He nodded in acknowledgement before focusing on the long-endless-torturing pages on Animagus forms.

Like every year for one day, their DADA class would happen in the Great Hall for revision purposes. Snape's reputation meant regular examinations, yet no student - apart from a certain golden-haired witch - studied for them. Therefore Dumbledore decided to add these studying classes for their educational purposes, and of course, to annoy Severus who took too much pleasure in seeing his student struggle.

"Hermione" she heard a male voice calling after her from across a few seats away.

Raising her head, she meat those annoying brown eyes seducing her "what do you want McLaren?"

"What are you going to wear tomorrow evening?"

Rolling her eyes to the point of no return, Hermione lifted the edge of her lips, exhibiting something similar to a smile. "Black."

At that same moment, Severus walked behind the witch with a book in his hand - pretending to read - and eavesdropped their interaction. If his ear was extendable, it would already be sitting in the middle of the table, accessing the integrity of the conversation.

"Alright sweetheart" his index finger trailed on his lips, before ending with a theatrical air-licking movement.

Harry gaged, his eyes darting back in forth between his friend sitting beside him and the grotesque older Gryffindor. "Remind me why you are taking him to Slughorn's party? Fascinating was the word you used if my recollection is correct."

"Fascinating as a baboon in a zoo, yes" she whispered back, causing both Harry and Ron to snort, their faces blushing while they tried their hardest to control their laughter.

Unbeknownst to them, Severus now stood behind the trio, his eyes like a hawk looking down to his preys. Hermione stood up right when he hit the two wizards in the back of their heads with his book before playfully smacking Hermione's rear discretely. She yipped, bringing everyone's eyes on her, but Severus was long gone to the other side of the hall.

Sitting back down - her friend's noses nearly shoved down into their books - she noticed a small paper on her parchment. Hiding it under the table, she unfolded it, smirking defiantly:

"You want to play love, let's play!

- SS"

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