Chapter 11
After about an hour of cuddling and kissing, they finally stopped, and Hermione started feeling drowsy. She lay on the couch while Professor Snape stood up and walked toward the kitchen to prepare tea for himself and his princess.
"Here, take this," he said calmly, handing her a cup of tea.
She took a sip of the hot drink and sighed. "I'm hungry, Severus."
Raising an eyebrow, the man looked at her before asking, "What do you want for dinner?"
"Um… can we have pasta?" she asked hesitantly, unsure if she was asking too much of him.
"Sure, I'll ask the house-elves to prepare it," he replied, walking away, leaving Hermione alone in the living room.
She wandered around Snape Manor’s grand sitting room, glancing at the portraits on the walls and flicking through a few books she'd picked up earlier with him. Eventually, she settled into an armchair, engrossed in a book about forbidden potion ingredients. So focused was she that she didn't even notice when Snape reentered the room.
"Granger, what are you doing?" His deep voice startled her, making her jump.
"Oi! Sev, you scared me!" she yelped, clutching her chest. "I was just reading a book I found on your bookshelf."
Professor Snape's eyes narrowed as he plucked the book from her hands. "Forbidden potion ingredients? Uh-uh, Granger. You’re still too young for this."
"Hey! I'm just trying to expand my knowledge of potions! If I don’t get an Outstanding on my next test, I’m blaming you!" she huffed, crossing her arms.
"You'll be fine," Snape smirked, pinching her nose. "I’m quite certain these ingredients won’t be on your next test."
Before Hermione could retort, a hesitant voice interrupted.
"Sir… your dinner is served," a house-elf announced.
"Thank you." Professor Snape nodded. He turned to Hermione. "Come on, Granger, let’s go."
However, Hermione remained seated, pretending not to hear him. Snape sighed, clearly annoyed, before effortlessly scooping her up into his arms.
She rested her head against his shoulder, swinging her legs playfully as he carried her toward the dining hall.
"I’m well aware you can sit on your own, Hermione," he remarked, amusement in his voice as he set her down on a chair with a plate of pasta in front of her.
"Yes, I can," she giggled, twirling her fork in the pasta.
They ate in comfortable silence until Hermione suddenly burst into laughter.
Snape set down his utensils, watching her with mild confusion. "May I ask what you find so amusing, Granger?" he asked, cutting his steak into smaller pieces.
"It’s just…" she tried to suppress her giggles, "so funny that I’m sitting here, eating dinner with my Potions professor."
Snape smirked as he picked up a piece of steak and fed it to her. "Well, you’re already dating your Potions professor. And tonight, you’ll be sleeping with him, too."
Hermione choked on her food, her cheeks flushing red.
"Come on, Granger," he continued smoothly, feeding her another bite. "Finish your dinner and go shower. We need to return to Hogwarts tomorrow."
Hermione pouted, leaning forward. "Feed me."
The man raised an eyebrow as he chewed his food. Then, without warning, he pulled her closer and pressed his lips against hers.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock as he smoothly transferred the pasta from his mouth into hers.
She immediately pushed him away, her face burning. "Sev!" she shrieked.
"You asked me to feed you," he said, completely unfazed.