Goodnight, Demon Slayer
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If I Throw A Stick Will You Leave?
Goodnight, Demon Slayer
Chapter Eight:
If I Throw A Stick Will You Leave?
Severus Snape was sure he was in hell. No human, magical or otherwise could be this cruel, this jaded, this sadistic. His mind screamed out in horror and he silently prayed to whatever gods may hear him for the sweet release of death. This torture was too much even for him, a Death Eater who had been under the Cruciatus Curse a good number of times. Sweat trickled down his forehead and he shut his eyes, trying in vain to escape the excruciating torment.
“Do you like it, dear?”
At the sound of Margaret Granger’s voice, Severus’ eyes opened slowly, a familiar sense of motion sickness enveloping him.
“It’s… bright,” he replied as diplomatically as he could, trying to ignore Hermione’s giggles from the corner.
“Mum really likes Winnie the Pooh,” Hermione breathed as she watched what little color had actually been present in his face slowly drain away. Of all aspects of the upcoming holiday, Hermione had been anticipating Severus’ first sight of his new bedroom most of all.
She had not been lying when she said her mum loved Winnie the Pooh. He was everywhere in the room- bedding, drapery, wallpaper, figurines, even stuffed toys on the bed. And not the sedate, sweet classic Pooh, either- the bright, cheery, yellow Disney Pooh.
And Tigger.
And Rabbit, Eeyore, Kanga, Roo, and Owl.
They were everywhere.
“Well,” said Margaret, interrupting Severus’ desperate prayers for a swift beheading. “’Mione, do you think you could make sure Severus gets settled in? I think I’m going to turn in. It’s been a long day.”
As if to accentuate her point Margaret suddenly yawned as Hermione approached her mother.
“Sure, Mum. Goodnight,” Hermione answered, hugging her mother and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Goodnight, Sweetie. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mum.”
Severus watched the exchange and was once again improperly jealous of Hermione. Never in his life had he ever had anyone to say goodnight to. No one had ever kissed him and sent him off to bed knowing that he was loved. He was beginning to think that the summer would be a lot more difficult than he’d anticipated, and not because of Hermione. Annoying Know-It-Alls he could deal with. The constant reminder of what he’d never had and what he would never have was almost more than he could bear and he’d only been with the Grangers for less than twenty-four hours.
“Goodnight, Severus,” Margaret called, breaking his concentration on his misery.
“Goodnight, Margaret,” replied the Potions Master in an odd, far off tone Hermione had never heard him use before. She wondered briefly what that was all about but decided not to dwell on it. Especially when there was so much more she could make fun of him for.
“So,” Hermione drawled casually as she shut the door and plopped down on the edge of Severus’ bed. “How do you like your new room?” The glare he delivered then was less than threatening, and Hermione found herself giggling helplessly.
“I was just wondering why you felt it necessary to warn me about your perfectly normal parents but were perfectly content to leave me in the dark about my accommodations,” snarled the surly, snarrky Snape.
“Because I wanted to see your face when you entered the happiest place on earth!,” she giggled. “Plus, my parents are far from normal.” Severus was still glowering at her, attempting very hard to put some actual malevolence in it, but the harder he tried, the more she giggled and grinned. Defeated, Severus threw one of his bags down on the bed and began to unpack.
“At least someone finds this funny.”
“Yup. Besides, don’t complain. You’ve got your own television and computer. I’ve got to go all the way downstairs for those things.”
“Oh, and let me tell you just how much I appreciate those technological idiot boxes. I mean, I thought I was going to have nothing to do all summer.”
“Oh, the sarcasm is killing me, Severus! You will appreciate them, though. It’s going to be a long summer being stuck here with me, and sooner or later you’re going to have to learn to drown out reality by watching countless hours of television and playing impossibly bloody and violent computer games like the rest of us. Besides, you have to be near me all summer and I have an entire season of ‘Angel’ to catch up on. You‘ll love it. Maybe.”
“’Angel?’” he questioned, a look of near-nausea on his face.
“One of my favorite programs. You’re so lucky- Mum taped the whole season while I was at school. That’s twenty-two hours of David Boreanaz-y goodness,” cooed Hermione, sounding for once like the teenager she was.
“And it’s about an angel?”
“No, a vampire.”
“Then why-”
“His name’s Angel,” Hermione interrupted. Honestly, she knew the wizard world didn’t have television, but hello? David Boreanaz! “Actually, it’s Angelus- the one with the angelic face.”
At this, Severus rolled his eyes and made a quite disgusted face.
“Muggles. They never know what they‘re talking about. All these bloody popular references to our world, and they have no idea that our world even really exists.”
“Actually,” she began to correct.
Oh, God, here we go. Please, teach me, oh great Professor Granger, master of all things Muggle.
“The mythology of ‘Angel’ and its sister program ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ is pretty close to factual. There are some glaring errors, but it’s mostly good.”
Severus merely shrugged this off. He’d had very little interaction with Muggles or Muggle things that had anything really to do with the magical world. He always had to laugh when he saw so-called Muggle witches or Druids. Most were more about saving the environment or having bake sales than doing any real magic. And they always spelled it with a ‘K’ at the end. For some reason, that had always bothered him.
He and Hermione sat in silence for a few moments before his jealous curiosity got the better of him. He had to know what the Granger family was about. He had to know everything- how Hermione had been brought up, trips they’d taken as a family, any memory he could live vicariously. But first, there was something that had been troubling him. He hoped beyond hope that Hermione wouldn’t find his questioning out of bounds, but he really wanted to know.
“So, it’s just you here, then?” At his question, Hermione looked up at him, suddenly less giggly.
“Yeah, I’m an only child,” she responded softly, sadness passing through her eyes briefly.
“Forgive me if this sounds odd or forward, but your parents don’t seem like ‘only child’ kind of people.”
“They’re not, really. My mum’s got this condition where she’s kind of allergic to pregnancies. She almost died when I was born, and I was really early and really sick. I didn’t come home until I was three months old. They had another baby after I was born, but she died a couple of days later. Then my mum had two more miscarriages, so they stopped trying. It was killing her.”
Hermione was now looking at her hands, wringing around themselves in her lap. Severus was immediately sorry that his curiosity had brought on such a change in her demeanor. In recent days he had come to know that happy, mocking Hermione was much more fun than sad or angry Hermione.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I mean, I never knew my sister. I was only two and she never even left the hospital…” Her eyes were still downcast as she said this, but quickly she looked up, a weak, fake smile plastered on her lips. “So, let’s see what you got at the store.”
Eager to change the subject, Severus quickly dumped the bags out on the bed, watching Hermione’s eyes grow wide in shock.
“Severus! What is wrong with you? None of these things will fit you! This one,” she cried, holding up a gigantic t-shirt, “would fit two of you PLUS three of me! These jeans are child-sized! There’s absolutely nothing here that will fit you!”
She had been worried about him shopping on his own, but this was downright ridiculous. Literally nothing in the pile was anywhere near his size! She really should have been watching him more closely. God, why hadn’t the sales girl said anything to him? Yes, it was her job to sell clothes, but one would think that she’d try to sell the right clothes!
“Hermione,” Severus answered, cutting short her mental rant, “this fact may have escaped you, but I am a wizard, and though I specialize in Potions, I am actually quite adept at simple alteration charms. These things were all on sale, so I bought them, regardless of size since I knew I could alter them and save money in the process.”
Hermione nodded. She understood his reasoning, but it seemed like an awful lot of work. Personally, she thought she’d always just buy the right size and not have to mess with spells. They made clothes for a reason, right? Even wizard clothes came in sizes. It ould just be a pain to resize all your purchases. Might as well just make all your clothes yourself.
Shrugging, Hermione continued rifling through Severus’ newly acquired Muggle clothes when she stopped abruptly, drawing in a sharp, dismayed breath.
“Oh, God! Oh my God!”
She could practically hear Severus’ eyes roll.
“What, what is it now?”
“This… this has… COLOR! It’s… no, it can’t be! It’s not black! It’s not even Slytherin green! Oh, God save me, Severus Snape bought a RED shirt!”
“Are you quite done?”
“It’s… oh, God! The horror! Gryffindor red!”
“No, it’s not. It’s blood red. And if that frightens you, just know that I bought matching boxers.”
Slowly turning her head to look him in the eye, Hermione replied with the most honest, heartfelt response she could muster.
“Eew.”
****************A/N*************
Thanks!
Zephyr: Thanks! You r
Deb: Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m glad you liked Lavender, she’ll come in handy later on (yeah, that’s right, I actually outlined this one! I actually know what’s gonna happen next! Scary, huh?)! And yes, yes, a million times yes. Edge is the biggest hottie I have ever seen in person! I love him. Too bad he’s married and I don’t even know him!
ArienAstera: Thank you! I wanted them to be cute, so I’m glad it’s working. I wanted them to be like the couple everyone knows should be together but them! And I completely agree with both you and Hermione on the skirt issue!
Spaz141: Of course you can be one of my minions! I’ll have to start a list, but you should be in the 4 or5 area! Thanks! I couldn’t think of anyplace that Snape would hate more than the GAP, so I’m glad someone else liked that!
Meghan: Thanks!
Snapegrl54: Thanks!
Ancientgirl: Thank you!
GrrArrg: *Bob Barker is as old as grit! The vampire is lying to me!
*Yeah, but it was fun, and guess what, bitch? I’m not telling you jack!
Oh, I love the fact that we can communicate in random quotes from Buffy. You are the very best no matter what I may type like (‘cause in my head I don’t sound bitchy). As Officer Johnson would say “You’re my best friend, you’re my very best friend.” But then again, she was saying it to another officer who had attempted suicide, and you don’t get Reno 911! So that probably didn’t make much sense, so I guess I’ll stop blabbering!
Emery: Thank you! I hope that the Japanese public are ready for you! The most I do when I see Alan Rickman’s name is squeal like I’m at a Backstreet Boys concert!
Chapter Eight:
If I Throw A Stick Will You Leave?
Severus Snape was sure he was in hell. No human, magical or otherwise could be this cruel, this jaded, this sadistic. His mind screamed out in horror and he silently prayed to whatever gods may hear him for the sweet release of death. This torture was too much even for him, a Death Eater who had been under the Cruciatus Curse a good number of times. Sweat trickled down his forehead and he shut his eyes, trying in vain to escape the excruciating torment.
“Do you like it, dear?”
At the sound of Margaret Granger’s voice, Severus’ eyes opened slowly, a familiar sense of motion sickness enveloping him.
“It’s… bright,” he replied as diplomatically as he could, trying to ignore Hermione’s giggles from the corner.
“Mum really likes Winnie the Pooh,” Hermione breathed as she watched what little color had actually been present in his face slowly drain away. Of all aspects of the upcoming holiday, Hermione had been anticipating Severus’ first sight of his new bedroom most of all.
She had not been lying when she said her mum loved Winnie the Pooh. He was everywhere in the room- bedding, drapery, wallpaper, figurines, even stuffed toys on the bed. And not the sedate, sweet classic Pooh, either- the bright, cheery, yellow Disney Pooh.
And Tigger.
And Rabbit, Eeyore, Kanga, Roo, and Owl.
They were everywhere.
“Well,” said Margaret, interrupting Severus’ desperate prayers for a swift beheading. “’Mione, do you think you could make sure Severus gets settled in? I think I’m going to turn in. It’s been a long day.”
As if to accentuate her point Margaret suddenly yawned as Hermione approached her mother.
“Sure, Mum. Goodnight,” Hermione answered, hugging her mother and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Goodnight, Sweetie. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mum.”
Severus watched the exchange and was once again improperly jealous of Hermione. Never in his life had he ever had anyone to say goodnight to. No one had ever kissed him and sent him off to bed knowing that he was loved. He was beginning to think that the summer would be a lot more difficult than he’d anticipated, and not because of Hermione. Annoying Know-It-Alls he could deal with. The constant reminder of what he’d never had and what he would never have was almost more than he could bear and he’d only been with the Grangers for less than twenty-four hours.
“Goodnight, Severus,” Margaret called, breaking his concentration on his misery.
“Goodnight, Margaret,” replied the Potions Master in an odd, far off tone Hermione had never heard him use before. She wondered briefly what that was all about but decided not to dwell on it. Especially when there was so much more she could make fun of him for.
“So,” Hermione drawled casually as she shut the door and plopped down on the edge of Severus’ bed. “How do you like your new room?” The glare he delivered then was less than threatening, and Hermione found herself giggling helplessly.
“I was just wondering why you felt it necessary to warn me about your perfectly normal parents but were perfectly content to leave me in the dark about my accommodations,” snarled the surly, snarrky Snape.
“Because I wanted to see your face when you entered the happiest place on earth!,” she giggled. “Plus, my parents are far from normal.” Severus was still glowering at her, attempting very hard to put some actual malevolence in it, but the harder he tried, the more she giggled and grinned. Defeated, Severus threw one of his bags down on the bed and began to unpack.
“At least someone finds this funny.”
“Yup. Besides, don’t complain. You’ve got your own television and computer. I’ve got to go all the way downstairs for those things.”
“Oh, and let me tell you just how much I appreciate those technological idiot boxes. I mean, I thought I was going to have nothing to do all summer.”
“Oh, the sarcasm is killing me, Severus! You will appreciate them, though. It’s going to be a long summer being stuck here with me, and sooner or later you’re going to have to learn to drown out reality by watching countless hours of television and playing impossibly bloody and violent computer games like the rest of us. Besides, you have to be near me all summer and I have an entire season of ‘Angel’ to catch up on. You‘ll love it. Maybe.”
“’Angel?’” he questioned, a look of near-nausea on his face.
“One of my favorite programs. You’re so lucky- Mum taped the whole season while I was at school. That’s twenty-two hours of David Boreanaz-y goodness,” cooed Hermione, sounding for once like the teenager she was.
“And it’s about an angel?”
“No, a vampire.”
“Then why-”
“His name’s Angel,” Hermione interrupted. Honestly, she knew the wizard world didn’t have television, but hello? David Boreanaz! “Actually, it’s Angelus- the one with the angelic face.”
At this, Severus rolled his eyes and made a quite disgusted face.
“Muggles. They never know what they‘re talking about. All these bloody popular references to our world, and they have no idea that our world even really exists.”
“Actually,” she began to correct.
Oh, God, here we go. Please, teach me, oh great Professor Granger, master of all things Muggle.
“The mythology of ‘Angel’ and its sister program ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ is pretty close to factual. There are some glaring errors, but it’s mostly good.”
Severus merely shrugged this off. He’d had very little interaction with Muggles or Muggle things that had anything really to do with the magical world. He always had to laugh when he saw so-called Muggle witches or Druids. Most were more about saving the environment or having bake sales than doing any real magic. And they always spelled it with a ‘K’ at the end. For some reason, that had always bothered him.
He and Hermione sat in silence for a few moments before his jealous curiosity got the better of him. He had to know what the Granger family was about. He had to know everything- how Hermione had been brought up, trips they’d taken as a family, any memory he could live vicariously. But first, there was something that had been troubling him. He hoped beyond hope that Hermione wouldn’t find his questioning out of bounds, but he really wanted to know.
“So, it’s just you here, then?” At his question, Hermione looked up at him, suddenly less giggly.
“Yeah, I’m an only child,” she responded softly, sadness passing through her eyes briefly.
“Forgive me if this sounds odd or forward, but your parents don’t seem like ‘only child’ kind of people.”
“They’re not, really. My mum’s got this condition where she’s kind of allergic to pregnancies. She almost died when I was born, and I was really early and really sick. I didn’t come home until I was three months old. They had another baby after I was born, but she died a couple of days later. Then my mum had two more miscarriages, so they stopped trying. It was killing her.”
Hermione was now looking at her hands, wringing around themselves in her lap. Severus was immediately sorry that his curiosity had brought on such a change in her demeanor. In recent days he had come to know that happy, mocking Hermione was much more fun than sad or angry Hermione.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I mean, I never knew my sister. I was only two and she never even left the hospital…” Her eyes were still downcast as she said this, but quickly she looked up, a weak, fake smile plastered on her lips. “So, let’s see what you got at the store.”
Eager to change the subject, Severus quickly dumped the bags out on the bed, watching Hermione’s eyes grow wide in shock.
“Severus! What is wrong with you? None of these things will fit you! This one,” she cried, holding up a gigantic t-shirt, “would fit two of you PLUS three of me! These jeans are child-sized! There’s absolutely nothing here that will fit you!”
She had been worried about him shopping on his own, but this was downright ridiculous. Literally nothing in the pile was anywhere near his size! She really should have been watching him more closely. God, why hadn’t the sales girl said anything to him? Yes, it was her job to sell clothes, but one would think that she’d try to sell the right clothes!
“Hermione,” Severus answered, cutting short her mental rant, “this fact may have escaped you, but I am a wizard, and though I specialize in Potions, I am actually quite adept at simple alteration charms. These things were all on sale, so I bought them, regardless of size since I knew I could alter them and save money in the process.”
Hermione nodded. She understood his reasoning, but it seemed like an awful lot of work. Personally, she thought she’d always just buy the right size and not have to mess with spells. They made clothes for a reason, right? Even wizard clothes came in sizes. It ould just be a pain to resize all your purchases. Might as well just make all your clothes yourself.
Shrugging, Hermione continued rifling through Severus’ newly acquired Muggle clothes when she stopped abruptly, drawing in a sharp, dismayed breath.
“Oh, God! Oh my God!”
She could practically hear Severus’ eyes roll.
“What, what is it now?”
“This… this has… COLOR! It’s… no, it can’t be! It’s not black! It’s not even Slytherin green! Oh, God save me, Severus Snape bought a RED shirt!”
“Are you quite done?”
“It’s… oh, God! The horror! Gryffindor red!”
“No, it’s not. It’s blood red. And if that frightens you, just know that I bought matching boxers.”
Slowly turning her head to look him in the eye, Hermione replied with the most honest, heartfelt response she could muster.
“Eew.”
****************A/N*************
Thanks!
Zephyr: Thanks! You r
Deb: Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m glad you liked Lavender, she’ll come in handy later on (yeah, that’s right, I actually outlined this one! I actually know what’s gonna happen next! Scary, huh?)! And yes, yes, a million times yes. Edge is the biggest hottie I have ever seen in person! I love him. Too bad he’s married and I don’t even know him!
ArienAstera: Thank you! I wanted them to be cute, so I’m glad it’s working. I wanted them to be like the couple everyone knows should be together but them! And I completely agree with both you and Hermione on the skirt issue!
Spaz141: Of course you can be one of my minions! I’ll have to start a list, but you should be in the 4 or5 area! Thanks! I couldn’t think of anyplace that Snape would hate more than the GAP, so I’m glad someone else liked that!
Meghan: Thanks!
Snapegrl54: Thanks!
Ancientgirl: Thank you!
GrrArrg: *Bob Barker is as old as grit! The vampire is lying to me!
*Yeah, but it was fun, and guess what, bitch? I’m not telling you jack!
Oh, I love the fact that we can communicate in random quotes from Buffy. You are the very best no matter what I may type like (‘cause in my head I don’t sound bitchy). As Officer Johnson would say “You’re my best friend, you’re my very best friend.” But then again, she was saying it to another officer who had attempted suicide, and you don’t get Reno 911! So that probably didn’t make much sense, so I guess I’ll stop blabbering!
Emery: Thank you! I hope that the Japanese public are ready for you! The most I do when I see Alan Rickman’s name is squeal like I’m at a Backstreet Boys concert!