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Breakfast in the Great Hall
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Chapter 13 ~ Breakfast in the Great Hall
Hermione felt like she had been run over by a tribe of mountain trolls when she awoke early the next morning. She was so stiff she could barely move. Every part of her ached and throbbed, except for her head. It still felt abnormally clear. The witch pulled herself to the edge of the bed and opened her nightstand, taking out a piece of parchment and a quill. She scrawled a note to Madam Pomfrey explaining that she needed five vials of healing draught, two vials of pepper-up potion and two vials of replenishing potion, being that Professor Snape had requested she pick them up for his stores yesterday and it had slipped her mind. She then summoned a house elf, who looked at her rather suspiciously but delivered the note to the medi-witch. In a few moments, he returned with the vials and left.
It had gone just as easily as Hermione thought it would. Her signature at the bottom of the parchment had assured Madam Pomfrey compliance. It had never crossed the healer’s mind that Hermione would lie about such a thing. As Hermione drank down the draughts, she considered how much she could get away with at Hogwarts if she wanted to. Her squeaky clean image and the staff’s favoritism would cover a multitude of sins. Then she shook her head. Where the hell had that come from? Feeling a bit better, Hermione walked to her wardrobe and collected her wand, divestoing her clothing. She paid for that. Her panties were stuck to her and were ripped away by the spell along with a few pubic hairs. Ouch!
She walked into the bathroom, plugged the tub and turned the jasmine scented spigot on high, filling the tub quickly. Before entering she tapped her thigh and a tiny blue square appeared. It glowed. She must have used the contraceptive patch correctly. She had stolen it from the infirmary yesterday afternoon while Pomfrey was in her office looking for some information on a healing spell Hermione had told her she was interested in studying. This wasn’t a strange request from the Gryffindor. She had been taking university courses in Spell Making for the past two years, which was arranged by Albus and often asked teachers and staff for spells to dissect. She had quite an aptitude for spell enhancement and development. Actually, this was the capacity Albus intended to use her for. Anyway, Hermione had taken the patch and the spell info and left. She read the instructions and applied the protective charm. Apparently it worked.
Hermione added the two vials of replenishing potion to the tub and slowly sunk down into the warm, scented water. She could feel the potion invigorating her and sighed with relief as the last of her aches faded away. She washed quickly, and exited the tub. She felt as if she hadn’t eaten for weeks and breakfast sounded pretty good. Now all outward traces of Snape were washed from her. The soreness inside was diminished greatly. There was a little sting, but Hermione could deal with that. Actually, it comforted her in a strange way. It was proof that last night really did happen. She caught a look at herself in the mirror and was glad she did. Though the pain was gone, there were several finger-shaped bruises circling her neck, bluish-purple testaments of Professor Snape’s violent need for compliance. Hermione applied a glamour spell, covering the bruises. As she dressed she idly wondered how the Potions Master made it through class every day without strangling or injuring anyone. His temper was horrible. She guessed he was capable of restraint in certain situations. Situations where there would be witnesses anyway.
Her mind went back to the night before, when the Headmaster called the Potions Master to the floo. Though she wasn’t fully in control of her senses at the time, she had heard everything. Now that she had a chance to consider the exchange between the two wizards, it seemed very cold of the Headmaster to give Snape misinformation to give to Voldemort that would result in him getting severely punished. The Headmaster sounded dismissive of the Potions Master’s claim to be at risk. The Headmaster knew how bad Snape’s punishments were. He and she had witnessed the Professor’s return to Hogwarts a shuddering, seizuring, vomiting mass of pain on a number of occasions. She was rather surprised that Albus evidenced no desire to alleviate the possibility of punishment. The Headmaster could easily set up a false front to cover the plan so it looked as if there really was a transport. It wouldn’t be difficult. Order members could play the roles. It was almost as if the Headmaster wanted his spy to suffer at the hands of the Dark Lord.
This thought led to another, more disturbing one. The statement the Professor had said about the Headmaster not allowing her to change any of his plans for her. She thought at first that the Professor was trying to unsettle her, get into her head and play a mind game. But after she witnessed the Headmaster’s callousness to his one and only spy’s welfare, she thought that maybe Snape wasn’t exaggerating the situation. Over the years, Hermione had wanted to take classes that she was interested in, only to have McGonagal talk her out of them and redirect her to other classes ‘more suited to her future’. There had also been seminars she wanted to attend that she couldn’t because something else ‘important’ came up, like suddenly having to chaperone first year field trips. There had been a lecture series she was very interested in, called “The Faces of Good and Evil: Is There a Difference?” that touched on how good and evil worked to reach their aims. She had been assigned some extra duties by Dumbledore himself that made it impossible for her to attend.
Hermione was getting a rather cold feeling in her belly, almost the opposite of yesterday of the warm, achy yearning she felt when she was waiting to see the Potions Master. It made her feel a bit angry. She left Gryffindor tower and headed for the Great Hall, unable to shake that feeling of coldness inside her.
It was fairly early when she arrived at breakfast. There were few students there. Her stomach did a little flip when she looked up at the Head table and met the dark eyes of the Potions Master. His eyes flicked over her, then returned to his meal. Dumbledore was also at the table. He was looking at her, his blue eyes raking over her, a slight frown on his face. Hermione colored. The Headmaster knew she had been with the Potions Master, and what she had done with him. Well, she was of the age of consent, there was really nothing the wizard could do. What was done, was done. She sat down to the table, and proceeded to pull every platter she could within reach and piled her plate high with food. She tucked in.
Snape watched the young witch eat with a slightly amused look on his face. He had a hearty appetite too this morning, but it was funny to see such a small witch with such a huge plate of food in front of her. She ate every bit of it too. She looked no worse for wear. She must have found some way to fix herself up this morning. Even he had to take a draught to ease his sore muscles. The staff door opened and Madam Pomfrey walked in. The medi-witch stopped beside him.
“I hope you aren’t too hard on Miss Granger, Professor,” the medi-witch said to him.
The Potions Master started.
“What?” he asked, scowling at the medi-witch, wondering how much she knew.
“For forgetting your supplies yesterday. She wrote a list of the potions you needed for your stores this morning, saying she forgot to retrieve them for you yesterday. A house elf collected them and she should be restocking your stores shortly. The girl has a lot on her mind, Professor, not to mention countless responsibilities. She is entitled to make a mistake once in a while,” Pomfrey said, giving him an imploring look.
Hermione had stopped drinking her pumpkin juice and was looking with horror at Pomfrey speaking to the Potions Master, who had a scowl on his face. Suddenly his black eyes shifted to her as Pomfrey continued talking. Uh oh, she was busted.
Pomfrey stood by the Potions Master, nervously clasping her hands, obviously distressed about how he would treat Hermione for her lapse. The Potions Master looked up at the medi-witch.
“She can restock today. It wasn’t a pressing issue in any case, Pomfrey,” he replied smoothly.
The medi-witch sighed with relief. She noticed Hermione staring up at her with a worried look on her face, and smiled at the young witch, giving her the thumbs up sign…unaware of the Potions Master’s narrowed gaze he was giving the witch. Snape turned to the medi-witch again.
“Ah, do you remember exactly what potions she requested? I was quite distracted when I gave her the list,” he asked.
“Certainly,” Pomfrey said, rattling of the list of potions Hermione had requested. When she finished, Pomfrey bid Snape a good day and continued on to her breakfast.
He leveled his eyes at Hermione, who sunk down on the bench a bit. So. No wonder she was in such good shape. She falsely requisitioned healing supplies in his name. This was an expellable offense. She had used her good standing at Hogwarts to break not one, but several rules and get what she needed. If Pomfrey hadn’t been such a chatterbox, he would have never known. Quite a Slytherin-like act on the part of the Gryffindor. He approved, though he would take her to task for it. She had gotten caught after all. When you do wrong, it’s of no consequence if you don’t do it successfully. He also had some leverage over her now. He would keep it filed away in case he needed to blackmail her for some reason. He knew that Dumbledore would keep her from getting expelled if he did report her, but she didn’t know that. Much better to tuck it away.
He looked at her appraisingly. He wondered if she would have done such a thing before he fucked her. Use the trust of others to manipulate them. Hm. Maybe Miss Granger had even darker tendencies than he realized. He watched as she rose from the table and exited the Great Hall. He sat there a moment. Then rose and left quickly through the staff door.
Albus watched them both go, his blue eyes dark behind his half-moon spectacles. He wasn't liking this. Not one bit.
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A/N: Because of the responses I've received on the review board, I’ve decided to take this story a little farther along. I’m not saying it will be a full exploration, but hell, I’m just as interested to see where this could go as you are. It might be a couple more chapters or quite a few more. I'm not sure. But thank you all for voicing your opinions.
Firewall: I have a tendency to listen to your opinions and incorporate them from time to time as I work on my stories. I do it with certain others too, who really follow my work and care about what I write. You were right with me on the possibility of ending the story, until you said I could write another story to explore Dumbledore. I groaned. That would mean I’d have to set it all up again, when he is already here, nice and subtly evil, ready for dissection and whatever else my twisted little mind comes up with. So while I am with you on the logic, I am just too lazy to follow through on the idea, but I really appreciate you sharing your thoughts, girlfriend.
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Chapter 13 ~ Breakfast in the Great Hall
Hermione felt like she had been run over by a tribe of mountain trolls when she awoke early the next morning. She was so stiff she could barely move. Every part of her ached and throbbed, except for her head. It still felt abnormally clear. The witch pulled herself to the edge of the bed and opened her nightstand, taking out a piece of parchment and a quill. She scrawled a note to Madam Pomfrey explaining that she needed five vials of healing draught, two vials of pepper-up potion and two vials of replenishing potion, being that Professor Snape had requested she pick them up for his stores yesterday and it had slipped her mind. She then summoned a house elf, who looked at her rather suspiciously but delivered the note to the medi-witch. In a few moments, he returned with the vials and left.
It had gone just as easily as Hermione thought it would. Her signature at the bottom of the parchment had assured Madam Pomfrey compliance. It had never crossed the healer’s mind that Hermione would lie about such a thing. As Hermione drank down the draughts, she considered how much she could get away with at Hogwarts if she wanted to. Her squeaky clean image and the staff’s favoritism would cover a multitude of sins. Then she shook her head. Where the hell had that come from? Feeling a bit better, Hermione walked to her wardrobe and collected her wand, divestoing her clothing. She paid for that. Her panties were stuck to her and were ripped away by the spell along with a few pubic hairs. Ouch!
She walked into the bathroom, plugged the tub and turned the jasmine scented spigot on high, filling the tub quickly. Before entering she tapped her thigh and a tiny blue square appeared. It glowed. She must have used the contraceptive patch correctly. She had stolen it from the infirmary yesterday afternoon while Pomfrey was in her office looking for some information on a healing spell Hermione had told her she was interested in studying. This wasn’t a strange request from the Gryffindor. She had been taking university courses in Spell Making for the past two years, which was arranged by Albus and often asked teachers and staff for spells to dissect. She had quite an aptitude for spell enhancement and development. Actually, this was the capacity Albus intended to use her for. Anyway, Hermione had taken the patch and the spell info and left. She read the instructions and applied the protective charm. Apparently it worked.
Hermione added the two vials of replenishing potion to the tub and slowly sunk down into the warm, scented water. She could feel the potion invigorating her and sighed with relief as the last of her aches faded away. She washed quickly, and exited the tub. She felt as if she hadn’t eaten for weeks and breakfast sounded pretty good. Now all outward traces of Snape were washed from her. The soreness inside was diminished greatly. There was a little sting, but Hermione could deal with that. Actually, it comforted her in a strange way. It was proof that last night really did happen. She caught a look at herself in the mirror and was glad she did. Though the pain was gone, there were several finger-shaped bruises circling her neck, bluish-purple testaments of Professor Snape’s violent need for compliance. Hermione applied a glamour spell, covering the bruises. As she dressed she idly wondered how the Potions Master made it through class every day without strangling or injuring anyone. His temper was horrible. She guessed he was capable of restraint in certain situations. Situations where there would be witnesses anyway.
Her mind went back to the night before, when the Headmaster called the Potions Master to the floo. Though she wasn’t fully in control of her senses at the time, she had heard everything. Now that she had a chance to consider the exchange between the two wizards, it seemed very cold of the Headmaster to give Snape misinformation to give to Voldemort that would result in him getting severely punished. The Headmaster sounded dismissive of the Potions Master’s claim to be at risk. The Headmaster knew how bad Snape’s punishments were. He and she had witnessed the Professor’s return to Hogwarts a shuddering, seizuring, vomiting mass of pain on a number of occasions. She was rather surprised that Albus evidenced no desire to alleviate the possibility of punishment. The Headmaster could easily set up a false front to cover the plan so it looked as if there really was a transport. It wouldn’t be difficult. Order members could play the roles. It was almost as if the Headmaster wanted his spy to suffer at the hands of the Dark Lord.
This thought led to another, more disturbing one. The statement the Professor had said about the Headmaster not allowing her to change any of his plans for her. She thought at first that the Professor was trying to unsettle her, get into her head and play a mind game. But after she witnessed the Headmaster’s callousness to his one and only spy’s welfare, she thought that maybe Snape wasn’t exaggerating the situation. Over the years, Hermione had wanted to take classes that she was interested in, only to have McGonagal talk her out of them and redirect her to other classes ‘more suited to her future’. There had also been seminars she wanted to attend that she couldn’t because something else ‘important’ came up, like suddenly having to chaperone first year field trips. There had been a lecture series she was very interested in, called “The Faces of Good and Evil: Is There a Difference?” that touched on how good and evil worked to reach their aims. She had been assigned some extra duties by Dumbledore himself that made it impossible for her to attend.
Hermione was getting a rather cold feeling in her belly, almost the opposite of yesterday of the warm, achy yearning she felt when she was waiting to see the Potions Master. It made her feel a bit angry. She left Gryffindor tower and headed for the Great Hall, unable to shake that feeling of coldness inside her.
It was fairly early when she arrived at breakfast. There were few students there. Her stomach did a little flip when she looked up at the Head table and met the dark eyes of the Potions Master. His eyes flicked over her, then returned to his meal. Dumbledore was also at the table. He was looking at her, his blue eyes raking over her, a slight frown on his face. Hermione colored. The Headmaster knew she had been with the Potions Master, and what she had done with him. Well, she was of the age of consent, there was really nothing the wizard could do. What was done, was done. She sat down to the table, and proceeded to pull every platter she could within reach and piled her plate high with food. She tucked in.
Snape watched the young witch eat with a slightly amused look on his face. He had a hearty appetite too this morning, but it was funny to see such a small witch with such a huge plate of food in front of her. She ate every bit of it too. She looked no worse for wear. She must have found some way to fix herself up this morning. Even he had to take a draught to ease his sore muscles. The staff door opened and Madam Pomfrey walked in. The medi-witch stopped beside him.
“I hope you aren’t too hard on Miss Granger, Professor,” the medi-witch said to him.
The Potions Master started.
“What?” he asked, scowling at the medi-witch, wondering how much she knew.
“For forgetting your supplies yesterday. She wrote a list of the potions you needed for your stores this morning, saying she forgot to retrieve them for you yesterday. A house elf collected them and she should be restocking your stores shortly. The girl has a lot on her mind, Professor, not to mention countless responsibilities. She is entitled to make a mistake once in a while,” Pomfrey said, giving him an imploring look.
Hermione had stopped drinking her pumpkin juice and was looking with horror at Pomfrey speaking to the Potions Master, who had a scowl on his face. Suddenly his black eyes shifted to her as Pomfrey continued talking. Uh oh, she was busted.
Pomfrey stood by the Potions Master, nervously clasping her hands, obviously distressed about how he would treat Hermione for her lapse. The Potions Master looked up at the medi-witch.
“She can restock today. It wasn’t a pressing issue in any case, Pomfrey,” he replied smoothly.
The medi-witch sighed with relief. She noticed Hermione staring up at her with a worried look on her face, and smiled at the young witch, giving her the thumbs up sign…unaware of the Potions Master’s narrowed gaze he was giving the witch. Snape turned to the medi-witch again.
“Ah, do you remember exactly what potions she requested? I was quite distracted when I gave her the list,” he asked.
“Certainly,” Pomfrey said, rattling of the list of potions Hermione had requested. When she finished, Pomfrey bid Snape a good day and continued on to her breakfast.
He leveled his eyes at Hermione, who sunk down on the bench a bit. So. No wonder she was in such good shape. She falsely requisitioned healing supplies in his name. This was an expellable offense. She had used her good standing at Hogwarts to break not one, but several rules and get what she needed. If Pomfrey hadn’t been such a chatterbox, he would have never known. Quite a Slytherin-like act on the part of the Gryffindor. He approved, though he would take her to task for it. She had gotten caught after all. When you do wrong, it’s of no consequence if you don’t do it successfully. He also had some leverage over her now. He would keep it filed away in case he needed to blackmail her for some reason. He knew that Dumbledore would keep her from getting expelled if he did report her, but she didn’t know that. Much better to tuck it away.
He looked at her appraisingly. He wondered if she would have done such a thing before he fucked her. Use the trust of others to manipulate them. Hm. Maybe Miss Granger had even darker tendencies than he realized. He watched as she rose from the table and exited the Great Hall. He sat there a moment. Then rose and left quickly through the staff door.
Albus watched them both go, his blue eyes dark behind his half-moon spectacles. He wasn't liking this. Not one bit.
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A/N: Because of the responses I've received on the review board, I’ve decided to take this story a little farther along. I’m not saying it will be a full exploration, but hell, I’m just as interested to see where this could go as you are. It might be a couple more chapters or quite a few more. I'm not sure. But thank you all for voicing your opinions.
Firewall: I have a tendency to listen to your opinions and incorporate them from time to time as I work on my stories. I do it with certain others too, who really follow my work and care about what I write. You were right with me on the possibility of ending the story, until you said I could write another story to explore Dumbledore. I groaned. That would mean I’d have to set it all up again, when he is already here, nice and subtly evil, ready for dissection and whatever else my twisted little mind comes up with. So while I am with you on the logic, I am just too lazy to follow through on the idea, but I really appreciate you sharing your thoughts, girlfriend.