Snogs Galore!

Chapter Ten

Professor Severus Snape awoke with a tickling sensation under his nose. After repeatedly trying to bat the offending thing away he finally opened his eyes. His face was covered in silky blonde hair. Pushing the strands out of his eyes, he sat up rather quickly and looked down in horror at his bedmate.

There, sprawled out on his bed with a delicate hand lightly resting across his hips, was Sybill Trelawney. A naked Sybill Trelawney, if her bare back was any indication. She stirred lightly in her sleep, causing her fingers to brush across his lap. His reaction was instant. With a groan, he closed his eyes.

The fingers began moving again, slowly back and forth. Torture, sweet torture.

He groaned deep in his throat once more as he felt a familiar tightening.

A giggle came from underneath the mass of golden hair. With her other hand she pushed her hair back and grinned up at his glowering countenance.

"Good Morning, Severus."

He couldn't bring himself to look at her. He was too busy fighting the temptation to peel the sheet away from her body and take what she would surely offer.

"Sybill," he growled. "What are you doing?"

"One would think after last night's activities you wouldn't have to ask."

Her hand snuck its way under the covers, causing him to hiss as it encountered the skin of his stomach.

"You should stop that now," he whispered menacingly.

"I don't think I will." Her tongue ran over her bottom lip as she watched his face and continued her foray.

With a snarl he rolled over and pinned her under his body. Looking down into her laughing eyes, he rubbed against her. Her leg slipped up over his hip, bringing him closer.

He captured her lips in a fierce kiss as once again he surrendered to his body's demands.

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Ginny Weasley couldn't get the silly smile off her face all morning, even when she encountered the angry glare of her brother in the common room.

"Ginny, we need to talk." He stopped her before she could head down to breakfast.

"Ron, I thought we said it all last night? You keep your nose out of my affairs and I won't harp on you about yours."

"It's different for me."

Ginny narrowed her eyes at that statement. "Why is it different? And if you say it's because I'm a girl, I'll hex your sorry arse into next week."

Ron had the good grace to blush. "No, it's because you're--you're... I don't want to say it."

"I'm what? Snogging Draco Malfoy?" she said with evil satisfaction.

Ron took a seat in the big chair next to the fireplace, lowering his head into his hands. "Bloody hell, Gin. Do you have to say it out loud?"

"Say what, that I enjoy snogging Draco? Perhaps you'd like me to tell you how my heart speeds up every time he's in the same room, or how he makes my knees weak when he smirks at me across the Great Hall? Then there's the way his lips feel..." Ginny broke off with a dreamy expression.

Harry walked up to see Ron with his hands clapped over his ears, mumbling, "not listening, not listening."

"What'd I miss?" Harry asked.

Ron stood up abruptly and glared at his sister. "Do not repeat that!"

"Fine, I won't. But if you dare try and lecture me on my relationship with Draco again, I'll be happy to go into more detail." With a smug grin she headed out to breakfast.

Ron held his hand up to his stomach. "Harry mate, I think you had better go on without me, I couldn't eat right now."

"Is it your stomach? Maybe we should go see Madam Pomfrey?" Harry suggested.

"No, it's quite alright; nothing a good Obliviate can't fix. Where's Hermione?"

Harry glanced around the common room. "Probably down at the Great Hall. C'mon mate, we'll find her. Maybe when you smell the sausages your appetite will come back."

"I'll go, but I don't want to sit anywhere near my sister," Ron said with a wince.

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Hermione was so engrossed in the textbook that she didn't hear the footsteps behind her.

"You know what they say about all work and no play?" Blaise's husky whisper in her ear nearly startled her out of her chair.

Despite the quickening of her pulse, she kept her eyes on the pages in front of her. "Yes, I do. It makes Hermione a smart witch."

Blaise settled himself into the chair next to hers. "Shouldn't you be down at breakfast?"

She merely quirked an eyebrow and looked him up and down. "Shouldn't you?"

"Well, if you must know, I was hoping to get some more research done before class." He placed his own large tome down on the table and scooted his chair closer to hers.

"Me too, I think I may have found something." Hermione smiled and pointed to a faded picture.

Blaise leaned over her arm, and placed his hand on her leg under the table. "Eros," he read out loud while turning his head, causing his breath to tickle her lips.

Hermione took a deep breath and sat back in her chair.

"Yes, Eros. The Greek god of love," she whispered caught in the depths of his blue eyes.

"I am well aware of who he is," he whispered as his lips descended on hers.

It was a combination of shock and pleasure that kept Hermione imobile to receive the kiss.

Her hand was making its way up to settle on his shoulder when she heard voices. She pulled away and rested her forehead on his.

"Sorry, about that," Blaise muttered. "I just can't seem to help myself when you're around."

Hermione felt the blush creep up into her cheeks. She couldn't fathom the logic behind that statement. She was Hermione Granger, straitlaced, focused Gryffindor. Whereas he was Blaise Zabini, Slytherin, lusted after by all females, and even a few males, at Hogwarts.

She hadn't realized she had spoken her thoughts out loud until she heard him chuckle.

"While I appreciate your take on my um, popularity. I think you underestimate yourself greatly." He reached up and gently brushed a stray curl behind her ear.

"After all, why would I, the most lusted after boy at Hogwarts," he stopped to quirk an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure it's only a few males?"

She interrupted him with a playful smack to his shoulder. "You great inflated prat. Yes, only a few, why? Have you got your eye on one in particular? Should I be worried you're going to throw me over for Terry Boot?"

"No, my sweet, you are the only one I've got my eye on. Not to mention my hands on." His hands moved lower to settle on her hips.

"Stop it this instant Zabini. I will not allow you to distract me." She pulled the book over and pointed to the caption under the picture.

"Read this."

Blaise leaned his dark head over, scanning the page with his eyes. Hermione fought the urge to reach out run her fingers through his chocolate brown curls. She had to shut her eyes to do it, but she managed to resist the temptation.

Her eyes snapped open when he spoke. "So, it seems the god of love had a set of arrows. It's a shame the book doesn't tell us anything about what they looked like."

"Yes, that would have been terribly convenient. But at least we have something. Perhaps if we focus our research on Eros we might turn up something useful." Hermione shut her book and started gathering her things.

Blaise stood and picked up her books. "I'll carry your books to the Great Hall for you."

Hermione blushed. "Blaise if you do that people will think we're..." Hermione stammered over the words.

"People will think we're what? Seeing each other? Dating? That you're mine and hands off to any poncy git who looks your way? Good." That being said he strode out of the library, leaving Hermione nothing to do but follow along behind him with a smile.

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Dumbledore sat at the head table overlooking the room, his eyes surveying the occupants. He couldn't help but notice the two empty seats at his table. Perhaps Severus would be in a better mood this afternoon when he told him of his job as chaperone for this weekend's Valentine's trip to Hogwarts.

His eyes stopped at the Gryffindor table where Hermione was taking her seat. His eyebrows shot up as he recognized the young Slytherin who had escorted her. He didn't recall an arrow incident between those two. Interesting indeed. As he followed the progress of the dark-headed boy to his own table, he hid his smile behind his goblet. Young Malfoy was clearly not pleased with his friend's choice in girls. But, after a glance at the Gryffindor table, Draco was up and across the room.

Ah, yes, things are shaping up just brilliantly.

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Blaise took his seat, ignoring the look of disgust on Draco's face.

"Did you have to announce it to everyone that you're seeing that know-it-all Gryff?"

"Yes, I did. Hermione's mine, and I want to make sure everyone knows it." Blaise arched an eyebrow at his best mate, "seems you should be doing the same."

Draco looked over to the Gryffindor table in time to catch Seamus with his hand on Ginny's shoulder as he leaned down to say something in her ear. The blood was pounding in Draco's ears as Ginny threw her head back and laughed at whatever nonsense the Irish git was on about.

Before he knew it, he was at her side and had pushed Finnegan out of the way. Ginny stood up and poked him in the chest, but before she could get a word out he had captured her lips in a quick kiss. He left her standing there dazed as he stomped back over to his own table.

"That what you mean?" he asked Blaise while taking his seat.

"It's a bit more dramatic than my way, but yes, that should do," Blaise chuckled.

Draco looked down at his plate, a bit afraid to see what his rash actions had caused. "What's she doing?" he whispered to Blaise.

"Kissing Finnegan," Blaise replied.

Blaise bent over in laughter as Draco's head snapped up in anger. Draco only saw Ginny sitting back down, arguing with her git of a brother.

"You great bloody pillock!" Draco snarled as he shoved Blaise out of his chair.

"You should have seen your face!" Blaise said between gales of laughter. He pulled himself back up into his chair. "You've got it bad mate," he said with a sigh as he looked over at the Gryffindor table to see Hermione watching his antics with a confused smile on her face. "And so do I," he whispered then smiled back at her.

Pansy was also watching everything that transpired in the Great Hall. She knew why Draco was acting possessive of the Weasley girl, but she was still confused as to why Blaise was sniffing after Hermione. Perhaps it was time she took a more active role in the research.

She stiffened as she saw Parvati walk over to Ron and place her hand on his shoulder. Her eyes narrowed when Parvati made Ginny scoot over so she could sit next to him, leaving her hand on his shoulder the whole bloody time.

Much in the same way her Slytherin housemate, had she stormed over to the Gryffindor table and tapped Parvati on the shoulder. Parvati turned from her talk with Ron and raised a questioning eyebrow.

Ron also turned and almost choked on his last bite of sausage when he saw Pansy's glare.

"It would be in your best interest to remove your bloody hand from my boyfriend," Pansy said with a feral grin.

Parvati paled a bit, but showing true Gryffindor courage jutted her chin out and left her hand firmly on Ron's shoulder. "I think you must be mistaken Parkinson."

Pansy cocked her head at Ron. "Am I mistaken? If so please tell me and I'll walk away, for good."

Ron was speechless. He must still be asleep upstairs. Tucked under his cozy blankets, blissfully dreaming that two of Hogwarts best looking girls were fighting over him, Ron Weasley!

Parvati merely smiled at Ron's silence, Pansy pivoted on her heel to head back to her table.

Ron snapped out of it when he saw Pansy leaving. "Pans, wait!" He jumped up nearly knocking Parvati over. He grabbed her arm, but she refused to turn back around.

"Why, should I?" Pansy was trying her best not to cry in front of the whole school. Stupid Cupid's arrow, causing her to make a fool out of herself, she thought.

"Well, because ... because I love you," Ron said quietly.

Pansy turned back around. "What was that Ron? I don't think I caught all of that. Perhaps you should speak up."

Ron shuffled his feet nervously. Bugger, she was going to make him say it for everyone to hear. "I love you," he said louder this time. Loud enough for the whole of the Gryffindor table to hear. The Great Hall was once again full of whispers and giggles.

Pansy's face lit up with a happy smile. She pulled him in for a kiss and whispered across his lips, "I love you too."

Yes, things were going very well indeed, thought the headmaster as he sat back in his chair and watched the inter-house relationships with a smile.