Severus Snape frowned as he stood outside the door to his room, his black eyes looking first to his left then to his right. He saw nothing suspicious in the empty dungeon hallways. His eyes narrowed as he began to walk towards the darkest part of the dungeons, the section of the castle that even he did not frequent. Perhaps he was becoming paranoid as he got older, but he just knew something was not quite right. It was well past curfew so the halls were empty, but he knew he had heard voices whispering outside his door. The day had been rather tedious, not even an accident from Longbottom to snarl about, so he was rather excited at the idea of catching students lurking in the halls after curfew.
As he neared a dark corner, he suddenly heard it. A low moan, female and most definitely passionate. Well, well, well, it would appear that the dungeons were being used for some secretive lover's tryst. Severus moved quietly towards the hall where the moan had come from, not wanting to alert the culprits to his presence until he was ready to embarrass them completely before removing points. The silly girl was moaning wantonly, her lover obviously excelling at his efforts. It was good to know that at least one student at this silly school did something well, he thought crossly, though he was quite annoyed that they had chosen his dungeons for their illicit meeting.
He crept nearer and raised his wand, shouting, "Lumos!"
His glee turned to surprise then triumph as he saw Hermione Granger, Head Girl and Golden Girl of Hogwarts leaning against the wall with her face flushed and someone beneath her robes. He resisted the urge to smile and rub his hands with glee at catching her breaking curfew. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her hands quickly closing her shirt but not before he saw a flash of her full breasts, her face the color of Weasley's hair. With a smirk, he sneered, "What do we have here? Miss. Granger, I am shocked and appalled at your behavior! You should be setting an example for the other students not skulking around the dungeons and engaging in inappropriate behavior such as this!"
"Professor Snape," Hermione stammered, vowing she was going to kill her lover. She'd warned him repeatedly that they'd eventually get caught if they kept sneaking off places to shag. The charming bastard always convinced her, though, knowing that she also enjoyed the thrill of possibly being caught. Merlin, why did it have to be Snape of all people? Sure, it might be a bit embarrassing if someone else had caught them, but they might have just received a warning and a scolding or detention. Snape would delight in humiliating her even before deducting points.
"At a loss for words, Miss. Granger? I wasn't aware that you ever quit talking," he said snidely, watching her face as she suddenly bit her lip to keep from gasping, her hand slapping at the person beneath her robes. He glared as he realized whomever was with her was ignoring his presence and continuing their actions as though he was not about to assign detentions. He demanded, "Whomever is beneath Granger's robes, remove yourself this instant!"
Severus waited with curiosity. He paid little attention to the students dating habits but he was under the impression that Granger was too occupied with her studies to participate in the normal dating rituals of her classmates. He assumed it must be either Potter or Weasley, the two boys being her only constant companions, though he was surprised the girl could not find someone more suitable for her with at least something resembling intelligence. Severus would never admit it, but he rather respected the girl even if he did delight in catching her breaking the rules. His mouth dropped open and he stared in surprise as he saw the pale blond head emerge from beneath Granger's robes.
"Evening, Snape," Draco drawled as faced his Godfather, his tongue moving along his lips and tasting Hermione. He stood up gracefully, his hand smoothing the folds of his robe as he asked, "Did you need something particular or can I get back to fucking my girlfriend?"
"Draco!" Hermione slapped his shoulder hard, glaring at him, "This is not the time for your sarcasm."
"It is always the time for my sarcasm, darling," he assured her with a wink before facing Snape.
"You…her…bloody hell," Severus cursed as he stared at them both, noticing the way Draco's hand had all ready taken Granger's, squeezing it in support, and the way the blond wizard was putting himself between the two, protecting her. Thinking back over the years, he had to acknowledge that he'd had suspicions about Draco's preoccupation with the Gryffindor witch, the way the blond wizard constantly spoke about her and always tried to get her attention in whatever way necessary, usually resulting to name calling and arguing. He also thought about the changes in his Godson since Lucius had been put in prison, having believed the boy had finally realized what future awaited him if he followed the path his Father chose for him. That being the reason he had given the Order important information that had resulted in Voldemort's final defeat. It also explained various other strange things he had noticed but not give much thought in regards to the Head Boy and the Head Girl. With a scowl, he asked, "How long?"
"Vaguely? A little over a year," Draco replied, "Specifically? Fourteen months, twenty-two days, and several hours."
"You've managed to keep it a secret that long?" Severus was actually a bit surprised, knowing that it must have been difficult for them to keep it private for that long, especially considering the love that he was being given the privilege of observing that evening.
"A secret would imply that it was something we were ashamed of or did not want anyone to know," Draco spoke slowly, "we are not ashamed of our relationship, we just don't feel that it is anyone's business but our own."
"Damn it, boy, you know what I meant," Severus said sharply, "I can't imagine that your Father would be happy to hear about this nor would a majority of your house mates or hers."
"My Father can go to Hell," Draco said calmly, "I love Hermione and, after graduation, she is going to become my wife. I plan to have a large family with a wife that I adore and lots of children to spoil and watch grow up without making the same mistakes that he has made and I don't bloody well care if he doesn't approve or not!"
"As for our friends," Hermione spoke up finally as she looked at Snape, "if they are really our friends, they'll be happy we've found someone to love and they'll accept us without any whining or attitude. Besides, those closest to us all ready know and have accepted our relationship."
"As for Father, he has never approved of anything I've done and I've long since stopped even trying to make him proud. The Malfoy family will be damn lucky to get a witch as brilliant and beautiful as Hermione. Besides, Mum approves and she's the only one that I care about," Draco informed Snape.
"And you did not feel, as your Godfather, that I should be made aware of this relationship? Instead, I have to stumble upon you two shagging in the hallway?" Severus arched a brow as he looked at the young lovers.
"I planned to tell you after Graduation," Draco said, "when you were no longer our Professor. It seemed awkward to tell you when you'd be able to tell Dumbledore or suggest splitting us up since we share the Head suite. I trusted you, but I knew you weren't fond of Hermione so it wasn't worth the risk."
"Hmph," Severus snorted, "She is far too good for the likes of you, Malfoy, though I suppose you are at least somewhat smart enough to keep up with her mentally."
"Was that a compliment?" Hermione gaped at the snarly Potions professor, wondering if she had misinterpreted his remarks.
"Certainly not," Severus smirked, "I do not compliment know-it-all Gryffindors, especially ones that are sneaking around dark hallways to shag my Godson!"
"Not that I find this bonding time boring," Draco drawled, "oh, wait, I do. Are you going to report us to the Headmaster?"
"Not this time," Severus finally decided, "but if I catch either of you again, it's going to be detention. Please refrain from using my dungeon as your sexual playground."
"We'll make sure you don't catch us," Draco said with a smug smile.
"Go to your rooms before I change my mind, Malfoy," Severus warned, a very slight smile crossing his face as he watched them leave.
*the end *