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Anticipating Different Results
Chapter Ten – Anticipating Different Results
The door seemed to creak on its hinges even more loudly than usual. The dungeons were obscenely dark and musty and Hermione could have sworn that it was about twenty degrees colder than was normal. It felt as though the entire class was watching her.
‘They probably are,’ she chided herself inwardly ‘it isn’t every day that you dress like this, after all.’
As she sat down next to Neville, she noticed immediately that his fingers were shaking. Upon closer inspection she realized that she was wrong. His fingers weren’t shaking; his whole body was vibrating with the force of a small earthquake. His face was flushed and he was sweating profusely.
‘Oh no!’ she screamed inwardly ‘Please don’t let Neville have a crush on me!’ The last thing that she needed was the terror of potions class following her around like a lovesick puppy-dog.
As the lesson began, however, Hermione began to suspect that this wasn’t at all about how she was dressed. Following the third dropped beaker and the second just-barely-avoided explosion, she decided to investigate. Under her breath, she muttered a revealing spell. Sure enough, Neville’s aura was teaming with a foreign magical signature. One quick identification spell later and it was clear that a certain red-headed sixth year would be lucky to see her graduation day.
The spell seemed to be a special form of the Confundus charm. Neville was clumsy and easily startled. Of course, since he was Neville, no one else really noticed. Except that is, for Professor Snape; who wasn’t exactly helping the situation by being even crueler and more insulting than was usual to his least-favorite student.
“Mister Longbottom,” He drawled menacingly from across the room. “Will it be necessary for you to destroy every piece of equipment in this room or are you planning on ceasing after every one of your own belongings is reduced to ash?” There was a chuckle from all of the Slytherin students and even some of the Gryffindors had the nerve to laugh out loud.
Hermione saw red.
“Stop laughing this very instant you pathetic excuses for wizards.” She spun on her classmates and gave them a scowl that, although she didn’t know it, was a perfect reflection of the one that was attached to the face of her professor, who was standing behind her. Both of their arms were crossed and they were both shooting murderous glares (although, of course, they were aiming them in different directions). Hermione and
Severus were both completely unaware of the resemblance but it was blazingly obvious to everyone else in the room. It would have been extremely hilarious if it hadn’t been so damn scary.
Severus was the first to stifle his rage enough to speak; a process which seemed to cause him extreme pain.
“Miss Granger, you will be serving detention with me tonight at eight o’clock sharp for your disrespect and for interrupting my class with your little temper tantrum.” He snarled. “Class is dismissed!”
Hermione was shocked at her behavior. How could she have done such a thing as to try and tell off her entire class in the middle of a potions lecture? Sure she felt sorry for Neville but such a whim had never entered her mind before. She had just wanted Professor Snape to leave her friend alone. ‘But Hermione,’ her inner voice reminded her as she packed her things ‘Snape is always mean to Neville.’ It was true of course, and Hermione couldn’t understand why she had forgotten. It was almost as though she had expected her teacher to react differently. She mentally shook herself.
‘At least he didn’t take any points from Gryffindor.’ She reminded herself optimistically.
“Oh and Miss Granger,” He added as she slung her bag over her shoulder and started for the door. As she turned to look at him she could have sworn that the corners of his mouth were twitching upward as though to hide a smile. “One hundred points from Gryffindor.”
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“WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?” Hermione roared. Ginny was sitting in a chair in the Gryffindor common room, which was mercifully empty. Hermione was standing in front of her glaring down at her as though she was already plotting ways to escape from Azkaban after she murdered her best friend.
“Hmmm?” Ginny grunted noncommittally from behind her very girly magazine. Hermione reached out and grabbed it from her. Ginny looked up at her.
“What on earth made you believe that what you did was in any way helpful?”
“I am sure I have no idea what you are talking about Hermione.” Ginny countered innocently.
“Like hell you don’t!” Hermione shrieked back. “You hexed Neville to be extra… Neville-like… and he got yelled at and I got detention!”
“Snape gave you detention for Neville being clumsy?” Ginny asked, deliberately avoiding admitting to what she had been accused of.
“Well no… not really.” Hermione said softly. It wasn’t really Ginny’s fault that she had detention. It was Hermione who had acted so stupidly after all. ‘Maybe I am being too harsh on Ginny.’ She thought.
At least until she saw the mischievous gleam in Ginny’s eye.
“What. Did. You. Do?” Hermione advanced on Ginny until she was bending over her. The younger girl was now trapped in her chair with her friend’s angry face just a few centimeters from her own.
“Well…um… I kind of figured that because Snape has been so nice to you lately that you would stick up for Neville and get mad at him.” Ginny mumbled so softly that if Hermione had not been so close she wouldn’t have heard her.
“And how is that supposed to help?” Hermione questioned exhaustedly.
Ginny was looking at her as though she were an ignorant little child whom everything had to be explained to. “Oh Hermione… don’t you know?”
“Obviously not.” Hermione muttered not-quite under her breath; Ginny chose to ignore her.
“The only thing that would get to a controlling man like Professor Snape is a woman who refuses to submit to his authority.” She said it as though she were revealing a great secret truth.
Hermione rolled her eyes and stalked to her room, slamming her door hard to vent her frustrations.
‘Ginny is absolutely and without a doubt the craziest person I know.’
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A/N – Sorry again for the REALLLLLLLLLY long wait between chapters but I did try really hard on this one and managed to make it a little longer than the others.
Reviewers are my one little joy in this so please do so.
I will have more for you soon.
The door seemed to creak on its hinges even more loudly than usual. The dungeons were obscenely dark and musty and Hermione could have sworn that it was about twenty degrees colder than was normal. It felt as though the entire class was watching her.
‘They probably are,’ she chided herself inwardly ‘it isn’t every day that you dress like this, after all.’
As she sat down next to Neville, she noticed immediately that his fingers were shaking. Upon closer inspection she realized that she was wrong. His fingers weren’t shaking; his whole body was vibrating with the force of a small earthquake. His face was flushed and he was sweating profusely.
‘Oh no!’ she screamed inwardly ‘Please don’t let Neville have a crush on me!’ The last thing that she needed was the terror of potions class following her around like a lovesick puppy-dog.
As the lesson began, however, Hermione began to suspect that this wasn’t at all about how she was dressed. Following the third dropped beaker and the second just-barely-avoided explosion, she decided to investigate. Under her breath, she muttered a revealing spell. Sure enough, Neville’s aura was teaming with a foreign magical signature. One quick identification spell later and it was clear that a certain red-headed sixth year would be lucky to see her graduation day.
The spell seemed to be a special form of the Confundus charm. Neville was clumsy and easily startled. Of course, since he was Neville, no one else really noticed. Except that is, for Professor Snape; who wasn’t exactly helping the situation by being even crueler and more insulting than was usual to his least-favorite student.
“Mister Longbottom,” He drawled menacingly from across the room. “Will it be necessary for you to destroy every piece of equipment in this room or are you planning on ceasing after every one of your own belongings is reduced to ash?” There was a chuckle from all of the Slytherin students and even some of the Gryffindors had the nerve to laugh out loud.
Hermione saw red.
“Stop laughing this very instant you pathetic excuses for wizards.” She spun on her classmates and gave them a scowl that, although she didn’t know it, was a perfect reflection of the one that was attached to the face of her professor, who was standing behind her. Both of their arms were crossed and they were both shooting murderous glares (although, of course, they were aiming them in different directions). Hermione and
Severus were both completely unaware of the resemblance but it was blazingly obvious to everyone else in the room. It would have been extremely hilarious if it hadn’t been so damn scary.
Severus was the first to stifle his rage enough to speak; a process which seemed to cause him extreme pain.
“Miss Granger, you will be serving detention with me tonight at eight o’clock sharp for your disrespect and for interrupting my class with your little temper tantrum.” He snarled. “Class is dismissed!”
Hermione was shocked at her behavior. How could she have done such a thing as to try and tell off her entire class in the middle of a potions lecture? Sure she felt sorry for Neville but such a whim had never entered her mind before. She had just wanted Professor Snape to leave her friend alone. ‘But Hermione,’ her inner voice reminded her as she packed her things ‘Snape is always mean to Neville.’ It was true of course, and Hermione couldn’t understand why she had forgotten. It was almost as though she had expected her teacher to react differently. She mentally shook herself.
‘At least he didn’t take any points from Gryffindor.’ She reminded herself optimistically.
“Oh and Miss Granger,” He added as she slung her bag over her shoulder and started for the door. As she turned to look at him she could have sworn that the corners of his mouth were twitching upward as though to hide a smile. “One hundred points from Gryffindor.”
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“WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?” Hermione roared. Ginny was sitting in a chair in the Gryffindor common room, which was mercifully empty. Hermione was standing in front of her glaring down at her as though she was already plotting ways to escape from Azkaban after she murdered her best friend.
“Hmmm?” Ginny grunted noncommittally from behind her very girly magazine. Hermione reached out and grabbed it from her. Ginny looked up at her.
“What on earth made you believe that what you did was in any way helpful?”
“I am sure I have no idea what you are talking about Hermione.” Ginny countered innocently.
“Like hell you don’t!” Hermione shrieked back. “You hexed Neville to be extra… Neville-like… and he got yelled at and I got detention!”
“Snape gave you detention for Neville being clumsy?” Ginny asked, deliberately avoiding admitting to what she had been accused of.
“Well no… not really.” Hermione said softly. It wasn’t really Ginny’s fault that she had detention. It was Hermione who had acted so stupidly after all. ‘Maybe I am being too harsh on Ginny.’ She thought.
At least until she saw the mischievous gleam in Ginny’s eye.
“What. Did. You. Do?” Hermione advanced on Ginny until she was bending over her. The younger girl was now trapped in her chair with her friend’s angry face just a few centimeters from her own.
“Well…um… I kind of figured that because Snape has been so nice to you lately that you would stick up for Neville and get mad at him.” Ginny mumbled so softly that if Hermione had not been so close she wouldn’t have heard her.
“And how is that supposed to help?” Hermione questioned exhaustedly.
Ginny was looking at her as though she were an ignorant little child whom everything had to be explained to. “Oh Hermione… don’t you know?”
“Obviously not.” Hermione muttered not-quite under her breath; Ginny chose to ignore her.
“The only thing that would get to a controlling man like Professor Snape is a woman who refuses to submit to his authority.” She said it as though she were revealing a great secret truth.
Hermione rolled her eyes and stalked to her room, slamming her door hard to vent her frustrations.
‘Ginny is absolutely and without a doubt the craziest person I know.’
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A/N – Sorry again for the REALLLLLLLLLY long wait between chapters but I did try really hard on this one and managed to make it a little longer than the others.
Reviewers are my one little joy in this so please do so.
I will have more for you soon.