Hermione Granger and the Tactile Contact Theory
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
7,482
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
7,482
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Explanations
Chapter 10 Explanations
Hermione pushed past Severus into the Headmaster’s office. She and Severus looked at the weeping ghost floating inches from the floor in front of the Headmaster’s desk.
“Myrtle! You have some nerve showing your face in here,” Hermione burst out.
“I know. I know,” the ghost moaned miserably.
“Now, now everyone. What Myrtle has done is very regrettable. However, it is not unfixable. I think you two should hear her out,” the Headmaster said quietly. “Please have a seat.”
Hermione and Professor Snape sat in the antique, wingback chairs Professor had gestured to. Moaning Myrtle just looked at her ghostly feet, and thus, since her feet were transparent, the floor.
“Now Myrtle,” Professor Dumbledore said. “Please tell us the whole story, just like you told it to me.”
“I don’t know if I can. I’m so embarrassed,” Moaning Myrtle said as she looked up and then quickly away from Professor Snape’s eyes. “I just let everything get out of control.”
Moaning Myrtle looked imploringly at Professor Dumbledore hoping he would excuse her from having to repeat her story. All she found in his eyes were encouragement, but no other help looked forthcoming.
Withiantiant sigh, Myrtle began, “It all started about two weeks ago. Sometimes I like to go to the very edge of the grounds. I mean I haven’t been able to leave here in decades. So I like to go out as far from the castle as I can get.
“This particular time that I went to the edge of the grounds, I saw some people in the Forbidden Forest. They weren’t very far in the woods, so I heard everything they were saying.”
Moaning Myrtle took a shuddering breath and continued, “It was He Who Must Not Be Named and his Death Eaters.”
Hermione closed her eyes and let her head fall into her hands. Professor Snape looked at the ceiling to keep everyone from seeing the anger that burned in his eyes. But Professor Dumbledore only looked on calmly.
Moaning Myrtle floated to the tower window and began again, quietly. “They were talking about research. Your research. They knew that the people in Hogwarts during the summer holidays were working on something, but they didn’t know what.
“I was terrified, but too interested to leave. I went closer to the Forbidden Forest. Too close. They saw me and used an Immoblius spell to stop me from leaving. Then, the Dark Lord began talking to me. He wanted me to tell him everything I knew. His eyes! Oh, his eyes are so terrifying. Even to a dead girl.
“When he realized I really didn’t know anything, he decided he wanted me to spy for him. Of course, I resisted. I told him I would never betray Hogwarts like that.”
Moaning Myrtle floated back to the center of the room. Her ghostly eyes were swimmiith ith s. s. Picking up speed and with more strength, Moaning Myrtle finished her story.
“But I was weak. Am weak! He began to bribe me. Offer me anything I wanted. He told me that he could make my dreams come true, even bring me back to life if that’s what I wanted.
“I thought of you Professor Snape.” Moaning Myrtle said shyly, “I thought of how much I liked you and wanted to, well you know.”
Professor Snape continued to look at the ceiling. Hermione raised her face to look at Moaning Myrtle squarely. Even in death, the girl was so young and naïve.
“Somehow, the Dark Lord knew what I was thinking. He smiled at me and raised his wand. He said, ‘I will give you want you want. I can make you solid again. All you have to do is tell me what is happening inside that wretched school.’
“The temptation was so great. I’m so sorry! I promised to tell him what I saw and heard. And he made me solid again. Well, I suppose it’s obvious what happened after that.
“I decided to try to seduce Professor Snape, and I spied on the research going on here in the castle. Every night for the past two weeks, I’ve been meeting a Death Eater on the edge of the school grounds and telling him what I know.
“And only a few hours ago, I endangered the lives of two people who had never harmed me in any way. All I can say is that I’m sorry, and I hope that you can eventually forgive me.”
Moaning Myrtle floated silently in the middle of the room, awaiting judgment, awaiting punishment, and hopefully, awaiting mercy. But no one spoke, and Myrtle finally had to look up.
She thought that all eyes would be on her, but instead Hermione and Professor Snape were watching Professor Dumbledore. The Headmaster had silently slipped away from his desk while Moaning Myrtle was talking. Apparently the Headmaster was in an intense conversation with one of the portraits on his office wall.
“I quite agree with you, sir. That’s exactly what we should do,” Professor Dumbledore said quietly and walked back to the rest of the group.
“What are we going to do, Professor Dumbledore?” Hermione asked with sadness in her voice.
“The only thing we can do,” the Headmaster said as his eyes locked on the ghost. “Myrtle will become a double agent.”
Hermione pushed past Severus into the Headmaster’s office. She and Severus looked at the weeping ghost floating inches from the floor in front of the Headmaster’s desk.
“Myrtle! You have some nerve showing your face in here,” Hermione burst out.
“I know. I know,” the ghost moaned miserably.
“Now, now everyone. What Myrtle has done is very regrettable. However, it is not unfixable. I think you two should hear her out,” the Headmaster said quietly. “Please have a seat.”
Hermione and Professor Snape sat in the antique, wingback chairs Professor had gestured to. Moaning Myrtle just looked at her ghostly feet, and thus, since her feet were transparent, the floor.
“Now Myrtle,” Professor Dumbledore said. “Please tell us the whole story, just like you told it to me.”
“I don’t know if I can. I’m so embarrassed,” Moaning Myrtle said as she looked up and then quickly away from Professor Snape’s eyes. “I just let everything get out of control.”
Moaning Myrtle looked imploringly at Professor Dumbledore hoping he would excuse her from having to repeat her story. All she found in his eyes were encouragement, but no other help looked forthcoming.
Withiantiant sigh, Myrtle began, “It all started about two weeks ago. Sometimes I like to go to the very edge of the grounds. I mean I haven’t been able to leave here in decades. So I like to go out as far from the castle as I can get.
“This particular time that I went to the edge of the grounds, I saw some people in the Forbidden Forest. They weren’t very far in the woods, so I heard everything they were saying.”
Moaning Myrtle took a shuddering breath and continued, “It was He Who Must Not Be Named and his Death Eaters.”
Hermione closed her eyes and let her head fall into her hands. Professor Snape looked at the ceiling to keep everyone from seeing the anger that burned in his eyes. But Professor Dumbledore only looked on calmly.
Moaning Myrtle floated to the tower window and began again, quietly. “They were talking about research. Your research. They knew that the people in Hogwarts during the summer holidays were working on something, but they didn’t know what.
“I was terrified, but too interested to leave. I went closer to the Forbidden Forest. Too close. They saw me and used an Immoblius spell to stop me from leaving. Then, the Dark Lord began talking to me. He wanted me to tell him everything I knew. His eyes! Oh, his eyes are so terrifying. Even to a dead girl.
“When he realized I really didn’t know anything, he decided he wanted me to spy for him. Of course, I resisted. I told him I would never betray Hogwarts like that.”
Moaning Myrtle floated back to the center of the room. Her ghostly eyes were swimmiith ith s. s. Picking up speed and with more strength, Moaning Myrtle finished her story.
“But I was weak. Am weak! He began to bribe me. Offer me anything I wanted. He told me that he could make my dreams come true, even bring me back to life if that’s what I wanted.
“I thought of you Professor Snape.” Moaning Myrtle said shyly, “I thought of how much I liked you and wanted to, well you know.”
Professor Snape continued to look at the ceiling. Hermione raised her face to look at Moaning Myrtle squarely. Even in death, the girl was so young and naïve.
“Somehow, the Dark Lord knew what I was thinking. He smiled at me and raised his wand. He said, ‘I will give you want you want. I can make you solid again. All you have to do is tell me what is happening inside that wretched school.’
“The temptation was so great. I’m so sorry! I promised to tell him what I saw and heard. And he made me solid again. Well, I suppose it’s obvious what happened after that.
“I decided to try to seduce Professor Snape, and I spied on the research going on here in the castle. Every night for the past two weeks, I’ve been meeting a Death Eater on the edge of the school grounds and telling him what I know.
“And only a few hours ago, I endangered the lives of two people who had never harmed me in any way. All I can say is that I’m sorry, and I hope that you can eventually forgive me.”
Moaning Myrtle floated silently in the middle of the room, awaiting judgment, awaiting punishment, and hopefully, awaiting mercy. But no one spoke, and Myrtle finally had to look up.
She thought that all eyes would be on her, but instead Hermione and Professor Snape were watching Professor Dumbledore. The Headmaster had silently slipped away from his desk while Moaning Myrtle was talking. Apparently the Headmaster was in an intense conversation with one of the portraits on his office wall.
“I quite agree with you, sir. That’s exactly what we should do,” Professor Dumbledore said quietly and walked back to the rest of the group.
“What are we going to do, Professor Dumbledore?” Hermione asked with sadness in her voice.
“The only thing we can do,” the Headmaster said as his eyes locked on the ghost. “Myrtle will become a double agent.”