Hermione had to admit that Snape had taken the shock of seeing her pictures really well. He had even joked about it. She had half expected to get a detention for at least a month for taking Ginny's dare.
Hermione slipped her sweater over her head in a daze as she thought about her Potions Master. She had to admit that she liked having him around as a toddler but she did miss the adult Snape. After all, she did have a crush on him. She wondered what it would be like to have him back the way he was before. Would he be cold to her again? Does he fancy her like Ron thinks? There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but didn't have the courage to do it.
She sighed and transfigured some of his clothes into something a little warmer. She shrunk one of her cloaks to fit his little size and went out into the sitting room where she had left him in Ginny's care.
"Come on, Professor! Is there anything I could do to avoid detention?" Ginny pleaded. Hermione frowned at the two.
"Detention for what?" she asked.
"For those pictures I took of you," Ginny said. Hermione glared at Snape who sat smugly on the sofa with his arms crossed defiantly.
"I don't know, Miss Weasley. I do not appreciate people messing with my things," he said lazily.
"I know! What if I gave you copies?" she asked.
"WHAT?" Hermione exclaimed but was ignored.
"Hmmm…now we're getting somewhere," Snape said thoughtfully. He wasn't really going to give the girl detention, but he did want to have fun scaring her into believing he would.
"You can't be serious!" Hermione cried out in embarrassment.
"Why not? The pictures were taken in my office, on my desk, and in my chair," Snape said smoothly. "Actually, I think I will take you up on that offer, Miss Weasley."
"Awesome! I'll make you the copies tonight!"
"What? It's keeping me out of detention and you look hot anyway," she said dismissively and left Hermione gaping at her. Snape was pressing his lips tightly together to suppress the laughter that was threatening to spill out.
"Miss Granger, are those me?" Snape finally asked once he regained control of himself.
"Oh…um…yes, they're for you," she said and handed him the clothes.
"Oh look, they're all black. Imagine that," Snape replied and walked into the room to get dressed.
"Professor Snape must have the hots for you!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Why? Because he wanted copies of those pictures?" she asked in disbelief.
"Well yeah! This is Professor Snape we're talking about here. It's not everyday he wants pictures of a half-naked woman," Ginny said.
"How do you know? He might have an entire stash of pornography in his chambers with chains and straps hanging from the ceiling," Hermione said.
"I can assure you, Miss Granger, there is no such thing in my quarters." Both Ginny and Hermione turned to see Snape standing there with his little black cloak draped around him and glaring at them. Hermione's face went crimson and Ginny snorted when she saw it.
"I…uh…that is…I…" she stammered, but couldn't think of what to say.
"I understand that most students presume that I sleep in a coffin or have shackles on the walls of my chambers to keep people prisoner, but I can assure you that my rooms are quite normal," he said stiffly.
YOU ARE READING
Severus Snape didn't think his life could get any worse until Neville's cauldron explodes and turns him into a toddler. To make things worse, Albus decides to place him in the care of none other than Hermione Granger.