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I read "Pet Project", possibly the best Harry Potter Fanfic aout there.
Even if you don't like the couple of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger (and I did!) you HAVE to read it!
Sometimes it's even better than the original books!

Well, I tried to draw this scene:

"Deliberately, he clinked his spoon against the tea cup – once, twice – and watched her stir. Her eyelids fluttered, my, what pretty lashes you have, and eyes that were usually filled with sharp intelligence blinked in sleepy confusion. She frowned as she focused on him. "Se-Sir? Oh, you're back."

"Most astute," he said, taking a calming sip of his tea. He'd caught her slip. She'd been about to say Severus. It did not bother him that she'd almost used his personal name. What he did find disconcerting, however, was the fact that it didn't bother him. He felt certain that it should. He wondered if he had the courage to use her name and what her reaction to that would be.

Pushing herself up, Hermione struggled into a seated position and stretched, her back arching and her arms reaching towards the ceiling. Severus turned his back to her, feeling a faint heat creep up his neck. Merciful, Merlin.

"Is that tea? May I have some?"

Feeling it safe to turn back around, he nodded. "It is tea, and yes, you may have some if you wish." A bit waspishly he added, "Although I daresay it would be best to leave off the stimulants and go find your bed."

She gave him a warm smile, as if he hadn't just been peevish with her. "I was reading and must have fallen asleep. It's one of Professor Flitwick's, and quite interesting – more theory than actual spellwork."

"And you simply fell asleep here? No ulterior motives."

She gave him an innocent look. "I must have."

"Once again, you prove that you are a horrible liar."

She laughed softly. "Then you know that I'll never lie to you." She must have read something on his face, because her expression shifted. "Truthfully, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That all was well."

Feeling safer on this more familiar ground, he nodded. "I am well enough."

Her eyes searched his and then roamed over him quickly, as if looking for hidden trauma. He wasn't sure he liked the way his body wanted to react to that frank appraisal, but then she was rising and moving towards him and he found himself fighting the urge to step back from her.

Hermione drew close to him and his heart beat fiercely in his chest. Reaching forward, she cupped one hand around his, where he held the tea cup, the touch of her fingers warm against his. "I think you're right and I should head to bed now. Goodnight . . . sir."

As he watched her go, he wondered at her pause. Had she been about to say his name? Or, more importantly, had she detected the faint tremble in his fingers from her touch?"

I hope I did well.
Enjoy~

AND READ THIS FANFIC!!
[link]

Description
I read "Pet Project", possibly the best Harry Potter Fanfic aout there.
Even if you don't like the couple of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger (and I did!) you HAVE to read it!
Sometimes it's even better than the original books!

Well, I tried to draw this scene:

"Deliberately, he clinked his spoon against the tea cup – once, twice – and watched her stir. Her eyelids fluttered, my, what pretty lashes you have, and eyes that were usually filled with sharp intelligence blinked in sleepy confusion. She frowned as she focused on him. "Se-Sir? Oh, you're back."

"Most astute," he said, taking a calming sip of his tea. He'd caught her slip. She'd been about to say Severus. It did not bother him that she'd almost used his personal name. What he did find disconcerting, however, was the fact that it didn't bother him. He felt certain that it should. He wondered if he had the courage to use her name and what her reaction to that would be.

Pushing herself up, Hermione struggled into a seated position and stretched, her back arching and her arms reaching towards the ceiling. Severus turned his back to her, feeling a faint heat creep up his neck. Merciful, Merlin.

"Is that tea? May I have some?"

Feeling it safe to turn back around, he nodded. "It is tea, and yes, you may have some if you wish." A bit waspishly he added, "Although I daresay it would be best to leave off the stimulants and go find your bed."

She gave him a warm smile, as if he hadn't just been peevish with her. "I was reading and must have fallen asleep. It's one of Professor Flitwick's, and quite interesting – more theory than actual spellwork."

"And you simply fell asleep here? No ulterior motives."

She gave him an innocent look. "I must have."

"Once again, you prove that you are a horrible liar."

She laughed softly. "Then you know that I'll never lie to you." She must have read something on his face, because her expression shifted. "Truthfully, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That all was well."

Feeling safer on this more familiar ground, he nodded. "I am well enough."

Her eyes searched his and then roamed over him quickly, as if looking for hidden trauma. He wasn't sure he liked the way his body wanted to react to that frank appraisal, but then she was rising and moving towards him and he found himself fighting the urge to step back from her.

Hermione drew close to him and his heart beat fiercely in his chest. Reaching forward, she cupped one hand around his, where he held the tea cup, the touch of her fingers warm against his. "I think you're right and I should head to bed now. Goodnight . . . sir."

As he watched her go, he wondered at her pause. Had she been about to say his name? Or, more importantly, had she detected the faint tremble in his fingers from her touch?"

I hope I did well.
Enjoy~

AND READ THIS FANFIC!!
[link]