In which Ron and Hermione discuss THE RULES.

In which Severus Snape has a very strange day

PWP, SS/OC. A stand-alone epilogue to Bartleby, in which the Potions Master and his mistress enjoy a summer day.

That's when she kissed him. It was an experiment, really, a light drag of dry lip against dry lip, just to see if it did anything for her. It didn't. She didn't feel her stomach swoop or her heart flutter. The world didn't stand still or narrow until nothing else mattered. She wasn't even mildly turned-on. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing but dry lip stuttering against dry lip

She was his student. His responsibility. And she'd been raped on his watch.