Never Piss Off a House-Elf
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Time Goes By
Hermione drew up her wards immediately, locking them in place and placing the diagram on parchment, charming it so only she and Severus could see it. Anyone else would see an old SPEW pamphlet. Satchel and Miki would be able to see through the charms because of their own magic, but they were bound to Hermione and Severus, respectively.
Hermione put her wards on the desk that had randomly appeared in her room. She checked the drawers and saw that everything she could need for studying and correspondence was provided, complete with the Gryffindor crest on all of it. She smiled as she saw a small box in the middle draw, full of parchments and supplies for any official correspondence.
From the quill of Hermione J. Granger, Head Girl of Hogwart's, Gryffindor House
Hermione smiled at the stack of parchments for a moment before her smiled fell into a sad frown. She'd only be 'Hermione J. Granger' for another few short months; then she'd be 'Hermione G. Snape', as she knew that keeping her own name wasn't an option.
"Not that it would have been with Ron," Hermione said to herself, looking around the room. Some bookshelves had appeared, probably along with the desk, and the books she'd brought with her to occupy her time took up a pitifully small space on the shelves. "Well, I believe Severus's library can fix that."
Hermione toed off her sandals as she knew she wouldn't be going outside that day and padded out of her room, heading for the library, all thoughts of giving Severus the ward diagrams completely forgotten.
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Severus had retired to his own study, securing the door behind himself before he poured himself a measure of Ogden's and took a seat. He didn't normally drink quite so early in the day, but after the day before, and last night. . . and the kisses. He decided to make a concession to his poor, batter mind. He closed his eyes and use his wandless magic to turn on the music. One of the first things he did upon inheriting the house was put in sound systems in the rooms he inhabited.
"Perhaps Hermione would enjoy one in the room she occupies," Severus wondered aloud, setting down his glass. He though on it for a bit, drinking more Ogden's, but careful not to get anymore than a slight buzz. He refused to mistreat Hermione in a drunken state. . . not that anyone ever planned on abusing someone. "Satchel?"
Satchel winked in immediately, bowing low to Severus.
"What is the Master wanting, Sir?" Satchel said, raising his head.
"Satchel, procure Hermione for me. I would like very much to take her out and get her a sound system of her own. We shall leave as soon as possible. Have her meet me in the foyer," Severus said, putting his glass tumbler. He looked down and realized he was still in his pajama bottoms and robe.
"And send Miki in here with some of my clothing. I fear this is not acceptable to escort a lady around the town in."
Satchel nodded and bowed before he winked out. A lone window occupied the corner opposite Severus's seat. He stood up, stretched and walked over to it, fingering the decaying fabric that kept the light out. Without another thought, he reached up and tore the fabric away, letting the light in.
"It is high time I get used to the light."
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AN: 16 chapters up and more to come. I honestly have no idea how long this is going to be. Probably longer than both It Starts With A Dance and Every Time We Touch, though. This is just more complex, to me, and I have a few twists and turns planned out. I really am trying to keep this as original as I possibly can, so that no-one gets bored.
Hermione put her wards on the desk that had randomly appeared in her room. She checked the drawers and saw that everything she could need for studying and correspondence was provided, complete with the Gryffindor crest on all of it. She smiled as she saw a small box in the middle draw, full of parchments and supplies for any official correspondence.
From the quill of Hermione J. Granger, Head Girl of Hogwart's, Gryffindor House
Hermione smiled at the stack of parchments for a moment before her smiled fell into a sad frown. She'd only be 'Hermione J. Granger' for another few short months; then she'd be 'Hermione G. Snape', as she knew that keeping her own name wasn't an option.
"Not that it would have been with Ron," Hermione said to herself, looking around the room. Some bookshelves had appeared, probably along with the desk, and the books she'd brought with her to occupy her time took up a pitifully small space on the shelves. "Well, I believe Severus's library can fix that."
Hermione toed off her sandals as she knew she wouldn't be going outside that day and padded out of her room, heading for the library, all thoughts of giving Severus the ward diagrams completely forgotten.
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Severus had retired to his own study, securing the door behind himself before he poured himself a measure of Ogden's and took a seat. He didn't normally drink quite so early in the day, but after the day before, and last night. . . and the kisses. He decided to make a concession to his poor, batter mind. He closed his eyes and use his wandless magic to turn on the music. One of the first things he did upon inheriting the house was put in sound systems in the rooms he inhabited.
"Perhaps Hermione would enjoy one in the room she occupies," Severus wondered aloud, setting down his glass. He though on it for a bit, drinking more Ogden's, but careful not to get anymore than a slight buzz. He refused to mistreat Hermione in a drunken state. . . not that anyone ever planned on abusing someone. "Satchel?"
Satchel winked in immediately, bowing low to Severus.
"What is the Master wanting, Sir?" Satchel said, raising his head.
"Satchel, procure Hermione for me. I would like very much to take her out and get her a sound system of her own. We shall leave as soon as possible. Have her meet me in the foyer," Severus said, putting his glass tumbler. He looked down and realized he was still in his pajama bottoms and robe.
"And send Miki in here with some of my clothing. I fear this is not acceptable to escort a lady around the town in."
Satchel nodded and bowed before he winked out. A lone window occupied the corner opposite Severus's seat. He stood up, stretched and walked over to it, fingering the decaying fabric that kept the light out. Without another thought, he reached up and tore the fabric away, letting the light in.
"It is high time I get used to the light."
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AN: 16 chapters up and more to come. I honestly have no idea how long this is going to be. Probably longer than both It Starts With A Dance and Every Time We Touch, though. This is just more complex, to me, and I have a few twists and turns planned out. I really am trying to keep this as original as I possibly can, so that no-one gets bored.