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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
36
Views:
6,361
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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I do not or will ever own Harry Potter nor gain profit for this fanfiction. This is only for fun and all credit goes to J.K. Rowling and her amazing crew. I only have ownership of the plot and one character. That's it, enjoy
Chapter Thirteen
Author's Note
Oh boy...Draco getting private lessons from Neville...who seen that coming?
Not I!
Well...enjoy.
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
Chapter Thirteen
(X Marks the Spot)
It’s been five weeks and Hermione could feel the impending doom cloud raining misery on her head.
She never had been called to a professor’s office to…discuss grades.
She nibbled her lips nervously, might as well let the professor know she’s hear.
Knocking on the door, she heard movement from inside and then the door opened.
“Ah…Ms. Granger…you came early. Come in, come in.” The woman beckoned the girl quickly as she shut the door behind them.
Hermione tried to smile, but frowned when she noticed the other occupant in the room. “Professor Snape, why are you here?” She asked curiously.
The potion master didn’t say anything, but stood from where he was sitting. “I believe this conversation isn’t over, Desdemona.”
Gray eyes harden. “Get out, Severus…I’m still angry at you.” She pointed to the door.
Severus glared at her and took his leave. Hermione moved out of the way of his billowing robes.
Exactly what was that about? “Professor Evans...are you two...together?” She tried to put two and two together.
The woman sighed tiredly and returned to her chair behind her desk. Pointing to the chair that Severus once occupied, Hermione took a seat also and looked at the woman in concern. “Trust me Ms. Granger, it’s a long and complicated story that we don’t have time for.”
“I’m sorry Professor, I don’t mean to pry.”
She nodded. “Its fine Ms. Granger, you were just curious. However, I did not ask you to meet me to view my personal problems. I believe we must discuss your performance.”
Hermione gulped. “My performance, I do not understand?”
The professor inhaled, she felt bad for the girl, really she did, but Hermione is going to fail if she doesn’t pick up her performance. She knew of the girl’s reputation of being the smartest witch, so she decided to give her a second chance. “I will not lie to you, Ms. Granger, but you are failing.”
“Failing?” She asked hysterically. She could feel herself about to hyperventilate. “Professor, I never failed anything in my life! Do you know what will happen if I—”
The professor stopped her. “Calm down Ms. Granger, you won’t fail if you study those lines I gave in class today. They must be down packed by next Thursday when we perform our monologues.”
Hermione cheered inwardly, but beamed brightly to the professor. “Thank you professor Evans, I promise you I won’t mess up.”
She smiled. “I know you won’t Ms. Granger…your grade depends on it.”
Oh boy...Draco getting private lessons from Neville...who seen that coming?
Not I!
Well...enjoy.
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
Chapter Thirteen
(X Marks the Spot)
It’s been five weeks and Hermione could feel the impending doom cloud raining misery on her head.
She never had been called to a professor’s office to…discuss grades.
She nibbled her lips nervously, might as well let the professor know she’s hear.
Knocking on the door, she heard movement from inside and then the door opened.
“Ah…Ms. Granger…you came early. Come in, come in.” The woman beckoned the girl quickly as she shut the door behind them.
Hermione tried to smile, but frowned when she noticed the other occupant in the room. “Professor Snape, why are you here?” She asked curiously.
The potion master didn’t say anything, but stood from where he was sitting. “I believe this conversation isn’t over, Desdemona.”
Gray eyes harden. “Get out, Severus…I’m still angry at you.” She pointed to the door.
Severus glared at her and took his leave. Hermione moved out of the way of his billowing robes.
Exactly what was that about? “Professor Evans...are you two...together?” She tried to put two and two together.
The woman sighed tiredly and returned to her chair behind her desk. Pointing to the chair that Severus once occupied, Hermione took a seat also and looked at the woman in concern. “Trust me Ms. Granger, it’s a long and complicated story that we don’t have time for.”
“I’m sorry Professor, I don’t mean to pry.”
She nodded. “Its fine Ms. Granger, you were just curious. However, I did not ask you to meet me to view my personal problems. I believe we must discuss your performance.”
Hermione gulped. “My performance, I do not understand?”
The professor inhaled, she felt bad for the girl, really she did, but Hermione is going to fail if she doesn’t pick up her performance. She knew of the girl’s reputation of being the smartest witch, so she decided to give her a second chance. “I will not lie to you, Ms. Granger, but you are failing.”
“Failing?” She asked hysterically. She could feel herself about to hyperventilate. “Professor, I never failed anything in my life! Do you know what will happen if I—”
The professor stopped her. “Calm down Ms. Granger, you won’t fail if you study those lines I gave in class today. They must be down packed by next Thursday when we perform our monologues.”
Hermione cheered inwardly, but beamed brightly to the professor. “Thank you professor Evans, I promise you I won’t mess up.”
She smiled. “I know you won’t Ms. Granger…your grade depends on it.”