Someone to Watch Over Me

Someone to Watch Over Me

Chapter Seven: Telling the Weasleys

The first thought that went through Professor Snape's mind when he awoke the next morning, was that he'd actually managed to sleep through the whole night. The second was that he was naked, with an equal naked Hermione Granger curled around him. He groaned as his sharp mind reminded him in detail of what had occurred the previous evening. He could feel the heat come to his cheeks as he remembered how he'd behaved. They'd both behaved like hormonal teenagers.

Snape felt torn between staying in bed and enjoying the warmth of her body against his, or getting up and running away as fast as he could. Obviously, the potion didn't wear off completely after six hours, as he was so reluctant to leave. Not for the first time, he'd wished he'd been more adamant about reading her research on the potion before taking it himself. He remembered how he'd heard her dreaming about him the night after she'd taken the potion, and was suddenly angry.

Hermione had been so mad at him when he'd been unable to keep her away from him after she'd taken the potion, but when it was her turn to resist him, she'd allowed him to get her into bed!

He'd thought taking the potion himself would make things less awkward for them, now he could tell it was going to be worse. They weren't in love, and there was no way this could continue. He was sure that she'd be disgusted when she awoke.

Hermione began to stir, and he quickly slipped out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom and shutting the door. He just couldn't bear the thought of seeing the horror in her eyes when she realized that she had given herself to him.

Snape wrapped a bathrobe around himself, and then stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked... different.

His normally sallow skin was slightly tinged in color, he couldn't manage to hold a scowl, and the tiny lines he'd developed around his eyes were a lot less noticeable.

Last night had been good for him. Maybe, she'd feel the same.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled open the door ready to face the numerous questions and accusations she was sure to throw at him.

Hermione had disappeared.

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Late that evening, Draco led Ginny through the dungeons to Snape's rooms. He knocked, and the door was quickly whipped opened.

The Professor took one look at the two of them, then made a disgusted noise and stalked away leaving the door open. He reeked of liquor.

"I guess that means we should follow?" Ginny asked through giggles.

She was a bit tipsy from the wine.

Draco scowled at her, but it had no affect.

He pulled her into the room, and pushed her onto a sofa.

"Professor, Ginny and I have to go and tell her parents about our engagement tonight. I need to take the potion," he said, frowning as Snape refilled his glass of scotch.

The Professor's eyes widened and he motioned for Draco to lean close.

Holding his breath against the smell he leaned forward so that Snape could whisper in his ear.

"That potion is evil!" he said, rather loudly.

Draco jerked away and held a hand to his ear in pain.

"What?"

"Evil, evil, evil, evil..." Snape mumbled, and began nursing his drink.

"Where's Granger?" Draco demanded.

The Professor actually looked like has was going to cry.

"She's hiding," he said slowly as if explaining something to a young child.

"Why's she hiding?" Ginny asked, her buzz was starting to wear off.

"She doesn't love me!" he wailed, and went to sit next to the redhead on the couch.

She awkwardly patted his arm and looked up at Draco confused.

He sighed.

"Stay with him. I'll go find Granger."

Once he was gone, Ginny got up and helped herself to the scotch. No way was she going to get through this night while sober.

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Hermione had spent the day hiding from Snape and crying like a lovesick teenager. She had been quite angry with herself for the way she'd acted. Now, however she was angry at Snape.

With Draco under the influence of the infatuation potion, and Snape and Ginny drunk off their asses, it was left up to her to apparate them all to the Burrow. Not an easy feat, even for a witch as talented as Hermione. But she'd been able to do it without splinching anybody.

It wasn't fair that Snape got to drown himself in his sorrows while she had to remain the designated apparator.

It was just their luck that every single one of the Weasley brothers along with Harry had chosen tonight to go to the Burrow for dinner.

Molly had been surprised when she opened the door, but had quickly ushered them in, eyeing Professor Snape warily after he told her that she was a nice lady, who made very good pudding.

"Look who's here," she announced leading them into the small kitchen/dining room that was packed with men.

The only thing that stopped the guys from jumping Draco was that there wasn't enough room to move. They all started yelling at once.

"NO! There's too much red!" Snape wailed, covering his eyes with his hands and ducking behind Hermione.

Silence.

Molly shook her head at him, and then turned to the table of angry men.

"Honestly! We've already talked about Draco being an Order member, and I expect everyone one of you to treat him with respect," she said, glaring.

They began to protest, but Molly held up her hands.

"The next one to yell at him will be sent to bed without dessert!"

They all turned to look at the chocolate pudding, debating whether it would be worth it.

It got quiet again as the men at the table silently glared at Draco, deciding not to risk their dessert.

Suddenly, Ginny blurted out, "Draco and I are getting married!"

"What?!" Molly yelled at Draco in a rage.

Snape giggled and wagged a finger in her face.

"No pudding for Molly!"

Then he laughed like he'd said the funniest thing in the world.

After a minute of realizing he was the only one laughing, he stopped and pouted.

"I have no friends."

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Hermione sipped her tea curled up in her favorite chair in the Weasleys' living room, trying to ignore Snape's snores coming from the sofa behind her.

Molly came storming into the room holding Ginny by the arm, and pushing her into another chair.

She left again, and came back a few minutes later with a sober-up potion for Ginny.

"Should I get one for him too?" she asked Hermione.

"No, let him sleep it off."

Molly nodded and sank down in the chair across from Hermione.

"Where's Draco?"

"Arthur and the boys are talking to him outside," she said, taking a sip of her own tea.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Hermione asked.

She shrugged.

"So, I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what's been going on at that school?" Molly said, narrowing her eyes at the younger woman.

"It was a potion! And it was only the one time; I swear it won't happen again!" Hermione cried, defensively.

"I meant between my daughter and Mr. Malfoy," Mrs. Weasley said with a smirk, amused.

"Oh!" Hermione turned a brilliant shade of red.

"Hermione, you've nothing to be ashamed of. You're a grown woman, and can do what you want with who you want."

She gestured to Professor Snape who chose the moment to cry out in his sleep.

"Not the shampoo! Anything but that!"

He then resumed snoring.

"Well?" Molly asked, ignoring the dreaming professor.

"They, uh, fell in love?"

"You don't know?"

"Well, you really should be asking Ginny."

They both turned to Ginny, but only saw the back of her head as she ran out the door.

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"Say it Malfoy," Ron growled as he held Draco pinned against the side of the house, an arm across his throat.

"I, Draco Malfoy, swear not to engage in sexual relations with my fiancée, Ginevra Weasley, before the wedding," he gasped out.

"Don't forget, that's a magical unbreakable oath," George said, grinning evilly.

"What?!" Ginny cried marching toward them.

All of them ran away, dropping Draco to the ground.

"Ginny!" he exclaimed, so happy to see her.

She answered him with a punch in the face,

"Moron!"

End Chapter 7