Hermione sat on the sofa with Ginny, looking smug. She knew that Professor Snape liked her and she knew that he would revert back to acting like his old self to hide his feelings and to see how she would react to them. Hermione was not falling for it. If he wanted to play games, then she would play, but she set her own rules.
"You really think he's going to apologize, don't you?" Harry asked from the arm chair next to the fire place.
"Yes, I do."
"How do you know he likes you? I mean, I know he seemed to when he was a toddler, but are you sure it goes beyond just caring?" Harry asked curiously.
"Yes. For one, he left the floo open to his chambers and mine and said I could visit whenever I wanted to or if I needed to. Two, I asked him to kiss me and he did," she replied easily.
"HE KISSED YOU?" Harry, Neville, and Ron asked in union.
"Blimey, I never thought the man would do anything like that," Seamus cut in.
"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked with a frown.
"Well, it's not like he got women with him all the time. In fact, he never does. He's always so serious and a right git! It's just hard to picture him getting close to anyone," he replied.
"Seamus, has a point," Harry said.
"So was it good?" Neville asked. Hermione smiled slyly, but didn't answer him. She didn't need to. The answer was written all over her face.
Ginny was about to say something when a letter flew out from the fireplace and landed in Hermione's lap. The entire room fell silent and looked at it with anticipation. When Hermione say the elegant handwriting on the envelope, she smiled broadly.
"It's from him," she said happily and opened the letter.
"For your sake, I hope he wrote something nice," Harry said uncertainly. He didn't want Hermione to open it and then find out that he actually didn't feel anything for her. He knew it would break her heart.
I feel that perhaps I was a little harsh with you earlier… I truly did not intend to make you cry. Forgive me for letting my foul mood get the better of me. I am not angry with you at all. I hope you will not be angry with me… Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you…
Hermione looked up with a big dopey grin on her face. Ginny snatched the letter away and squealed in delight. It was obvious that Hermione was now in a much better mood now that she knew his reaction to her earlier emotional display.
"Hermione, he is completely smitten with you!" Ginny laughed, kicking her feet like an excited little child.
"Let me see that," Harry said and took it from her, reading it over. His eyebrows shot to his hairline. "Alright, well…I guess I was…wrong. Perhaps he does feel something for you. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I think I should let him stew a bit longer. I want to make him worry for the grief he caused me," Hermione said.
"Are you going to write him back?" Ron asked quietly.
"Nope. I am going to act like I burnt the letter. You guys have to help me with this," she said.
"What do you want us to do?" Harry asked eagerly.
"I want you to pretend to be gossiping with the guys when he's around. Just mention that I was upset and burnt the letter without even reading it. Oh, make sure you say I was crying my eyes out," Hermione said.
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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.