Do You Always Taste Like Jasmine?

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Do You Always Taste Like Jasmine?

A/N: This story is primarily a comedic HGSS romance taking place in the trio’s sixth year, but there IS a good deal of ADMM as well with other pairings taking a smaller role too. It is a bit AU because Snape is still the Potions Master instead of Slughorn and Harry and Ginny are already together from the start. If you cannot stand Hermione/Snape (A LOT of people hate this, I know), please don’t read.

Rating: 15+, because of student/teacher relationship and some suggestive comments. Part 1 is okay for anyone. Rating may go up for later sections.
Part 1.
Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk, moving through tedious paperwork at a far less brisk pace than was custom for her. She simply didn’t have the energy to continue writing with the efficiency needed to accomplish everything heaved onto her plate these past few days. Why was she so stressed? Because she not only had to worry about her Transfiguration teacher and Deputy Head duties, but she had to cover for Albus as well.

The man was again away from the school doing mysterious secret work for the Order and had neglected to tell her when he would be returning. To top it all off, she was sleep deprived and had lost quite a bit of her stamina since the stunner incident of the previous year. To tell the truth, she was unable to rest not because of her work load, but because she was extremely worried about Albus and missed the comfort of his arms that was even more effective than a Calming Draught at relaxing her into slumber within minutes.

Minerva finally put her quill down, thoroughly spent but knowing tomorrow she would feel even worse and get even less done. “Albus” she whispered. “Please come back to me. I don’t know how much longer I can carry on without you.
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Just then, a knock rang out against the door to her office. Wearily, Minerva stood up and moved to open it. On the other side, she found an anxious looking Madam Pomfrey. “Minerva, you’ve got to do something about that…that man!” Minerva raised her eyebrows. “Please come in, Poppy. Who are you so kindly discoursing about?”

Madam Pomfrey walked on in and sat down in a chair next to the fire. Minerva followed suit. Poppy’s hands were shaking with what seemed to be frustration and anger. “Severus Snape. He’s unjustly treated non-Slytherins for ages, but this time he has gone too far. When Mr. Longbottom accidently broke a very expensive jar of dragon’s blood which Severus was using in a potion, he raged at poor Neville for a quarter of an hour and took from him his pet toad. Trevor would have died had not Ronald Weasley ran to the Hospital Wing and told me what Severus was doing. Minerva, the poor boy is still in a panic and I have literally had to body bind him into submission. This is not right.”

By the conclusion of this anecdote, Minerva’s fiery Scottish temper was coursing full force through her veins. Being burdened under copious amounts of work, losing sleep, being worried about Albus, and now having to deal with a personal attack on one of her “cubs” was too much to bear. Minerva was at her breaking point. “SEVERUS SNAPE SHALL NOT HARM ANY MORE STUDENTS!”

Leaving a stunned Poppy in her wake, Minerva flew from her office, all exhaustion abated, and went to find the perfect target on which to unleash her fury. Vengeance would be sweet, and Severus would not be able to evade what she had in store for him…

TBC. Please R/R as this is my first published fanfic and I really am looking forward to some feedback. If you must critique, please do so in a courteous way. Thanks!

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Ahh, Min's angry now

I myself don't particularly like the HGSS pairing, but I like the way you've set this fic up. Hmm, only thing I could say along the lines of critique is to put spaces between paragraphs to make it easier to read. Other than that I think you've got off to a great start! Looking forward to more.

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Part 2.

“Miss Granger, please tell me you are not so inept that you have forgotten common courtesies. You are three minutes late for your lesson. Five points from Gryffindor.” Snape’s cold words rang out across the dungeon. “Sorry, professor” Hermione replied meekly.

It had been decided by the Order of the Phoenix that Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald and Ginerva Weasley were required to learn Occlumency this year. It was a matter of security, as these four had lived at the Order’s headquarters for the past two summers and as a result of the Extendable Ears, were wise to a good deal of the Order’s secrets.

Harry, of course, had already attempted to learn the art of Occlumency the previous year with Professor Snape. That disastrous course of events could be corrected, it was reasoned, by a teacher towards whom Harry did not hold such animosity. It was agreed that lessons for the four would take place individually three times a week, each student paired with a different teacher. Harry already had private lessons with Headmaster Dumbledore, so he learned Occlumency in addition to the lessons about Tom Riddle’s life he was engaged in with Dumbledore.

Professor Flitwick had agreed to take on Ron Weasley as his pupil. Professor Sprout had been assigned to her delight the vivacious Ginny Weasley, so only Hermione had been left. Dumbledore had hoped that Minerva might be up to the job, but she had insisted regretfully that she had already taken on almost more than she could handle for the year between her three Hogwarts positions and her Order tasks.

So Dumbledore had been forced to assign Hermione to the only other staff member who was an accomplished Occlumens-Severus Snape. He had not consented easily; how Albus Dumbledore persuaded him we shall never know. Although he had finally been persuaded into teaching her, Snape still took great liberty in goading and rebuking the efforts of the insufferable Gryffindor know –it-all Hermione Granger.

She did have skill as an Occlumens-he would give her that. She certainly was better at reigning in her emotions than her hopelessly pathetic excuse for a friend Potter. She certainly was annoying, but he would take it over the intense pain he felt whenever he looked at Potter and saw Lily’s beautiful eyes paired with James Potter’s hideously fluffy hair any day. The girl worked hard, and she was improving nicely, which cheered him considerably. The sooner she mastered it, the sooner he could be rid of the bushy brown haired, amber eyed, nicely built student…

Snape pushed her harder than anyone had ever pushed her before. When Hermione left the dungeons in the evenings after her lessons , she was always drenched with sweat, her head pounding from the effort it took to close her mind to his intrusions. Ron had a great deal of sympathy for her; Flitwick seemed to believe in a “gentle” teaching environment and Ron relished in that fact.

Yet strangely, Hermione did not mind the way Snape was challenging her-it was curiously addictive and immensely satisfying when she could start to close off memories that would be dangerous for an aggressor to see.

Although a bit queasy at the idea at first, she now found she actually looked forward to those evenings of testing her abilities and aptitude at controlling her feelings. She began to admire Snape for the highly perfected legilimency that he was capable of, and the stoic mask he could keep planted at almost all times on his face to shield his thinking. He had even mastered the one thing that usually gave people away. His eyes were dark and unending, and they rarely fluctuated the way his voice tone did, adding drama and hidden meanings to his words. He was cold and complex, yet sarcastic and sometimes even a bit witty without meaning to be.

It was weird. He treated her with an air of annoyance about him, yet there was something else there she couldn’t quite put her finger on. What was it? She noticed another oddity was happening as well. She had unconsciously stopped bickering with Ron lately. What was up with that? Hermione had a feeling that something big was about to change…

“Legilimens!” cried Snape. “Ah-no-uh!” Hermione panted as she struggled with everything she had to keep him from her brain. “Fight, Granger!” his commanding voice thundered in her ears. “I CAN!” She shouted as he was completely expelled from the few glimpses of thoughts he had seen. Snape looked stunned and slightly shaken. “Excellent. You have almost mastered Occlumency,” he conveyed in amazement.

Hermione felt quite drained from the encounter, but giddiness and joy rapidly took precedent as she dared to grin up at him. “Thank you, sir, for taking the time to help me like this. I very much appreciate everything you’ve taught me.” Before Snape could respond, the door to his office clanged open, a flash of pink light blinded both inside, and blackness soon crowded their senses as a shadowy figure dressed in emerald tartan slowly crept away…

A/N: I know this chapter was a bit boring, but craziness and shippiness will ensue in the next part. And what will happen when Albus finally comes back? We'll just have to wait and see...

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MORE please!!!!! I LOVE IT!

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Notice: This story may be on hold for quite some time. I am having difficulty crafting the desired plotline for maximum effect. Sorry to those two people who so kindly reviewed, but this fic is going to take some time. Although if anyone has any great ideas about how to continue it, please pm me. Thanks.