It Starts With A Dance
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
20
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8,510
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21
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What A Tangled Web...
Chapter 18: What A Tangled Web
Hermione and Severus were rather rudely interrupted by someone banging on Severus's door. Actually, there were not one but four someone's on the other side of the door when Hermione opened it, clad in nothing but one of Severus's crisp white shirts (which only hit her mid-thigh) and a dreamy smile. Severus came up behind her presently, wearing hastily donned trousers slung low on his waist, his scars in the open for all to see.
"What are you lot doing here?" Severus asked irritably. He had been engaged in some rather interesting positions when the interruption had come. As a result, he had yet to.
"We've news on Hermione's admirer," Tonks said, and Remus held up a small file. Severus and Hermione moved aside to make room for their visitors.
"It was in Phantasma Lestrange's file the entire time," Remus said, flipping the documents open as he and the rest of his group barged into Severus's sitting room. Hermione ran back into the bedroom to find some underwear and shut the door while Severus cleared off a table.
"Blaise Zabini," Neville said, and everything fell into place. Wally explained about following Phantasma and the plot he overheard while Severus fell deep into thought. His eyes were darker than usual, and his face was white while he clenched and unclenched his fists as he thought.
"But why Zabini?" Hermione wondered aloud, chewing a piece of hair.
"Fourth year. Your dance lesson," Severus said, almost inaudibly. "I rescued you from some unsavory members of my house. Apparently, Zabini has quite the memory."
It all came flooding back to Hermione, and she shook her head. The event still scared her when she thought about it, and she realized that nothing that had happened since the school year began had stemmed from anything other than her dance with Severus, her rescue from the snakes, and a good-night wish. Pushing all that aside and taking a deep breath, Hermione thought a moment before she smiled and spoke.
"We have to finish this, the sooner the better. So here's what we're gonna do. . ."
55555
Phantasma Lestrange skipped through the halls of Hogwart's, blithely ignoring the stares heading her way. Her mum had been right: when a Black (or Lestrange- Black, like Phantasma) sets out to do something, nothing and no-one can stand in her way. Aunt Narcissa notwithstanding. And how easy this had been!
"Excuse me, Professor Granger?" Phantasma had said, coming into Hermione's study, which was attached to her classroom. She thought about coming back later, when Hermione wasn't so busy, and her stomach clenched of its own volition. "I have a problem, and I don't think I can go to anyone else about it."
"Well, Phantasma, have you gone to your head of House and asked his help?" Hermione had said, not even bringing her eyes up form the paper she was grading. "By the way, you're receiving another O on your latest essay, but you're going to fail if you don't start keeping your appointments with Tonks, you'll flunk for this half of the year."
"Thanks, ma'am. But I really can't go to Professor Snape about this. Trust me, he wouldn't understand. Really," Phantasma said, laying it on thick and giving the older woman her best 'I'm innocent' look. "I don't think he's ever dealt with something like this before."
Hermione finally looked at her student and shook her head. "And the house-elves?"
"They'll talk and someone will find out! Please. I'd go to Tonks if I thought she wouldn't immediately corral me for a spar with Wally. Please. It is just a quick trip into Hogsmead to get what I need, show me where to look for it. And it isn't as if my mum or aunts are around to help me," Phantasma pleaded and Hermione finally nodded.
"We'll go as soon as I finish grading these papers, alright? Let Severus know that you are making an emergency trip into Hogsmead with me. Here, take this note," Hermione jotted something down and passed it to Phantasma, who took it and gave her a relieved smile.
Phantasma skipped out of the room, completely unaware as 'Hermione' shook her head, brown curls rising to reveal short pink locks and oddly mismatched eyes. Nymphadora Tonks flicked her wand and Remus Lupin stepped out of a shadow that hadn't been there before, while Neville Longbottom and the Hermione Granger stepped into the study from her classroom.
"Think old Sevvie-poo will play along correctly when she drops off that note?" Tonks asked, running her fingers through her hair.
"I don't think he has a choice," Remus said, pacing around the room.
"He'll do what he has to do. The entire case is riding on this. Shall we?" Hermione said, and she headed for the study door. Neville floated back through her classroom, and Remus and Tonks followed Hermione. It would all come down to one trip to Hogsmead to find 'girl stuff' for a very deranged little girl.
Hermione and Severus were rather rudely interrupted by someone banging on Severus's door. Actually, there were not one but four someone's on the other side of the door when Hermione opened it, clad in nothing but one of Severus's crisp white shirts (which only hit her mid-thigh) and a dreamy smile. Severus came up behind her presently, wearing hastily donned trousers slung low on his waist, his scars in the open for all to see.
"What are you lot doing here?" Severus asked irritably. He had been engaged in some rather interesting positions when the interruption had come. As a result, he had yet to.
"We've news on Hermione's admirer," Tonks said, and Remus held up a small file. Severus and Hermione moved aside to make room for their visitors.
"It was in Phantasma Lestrange's file the entire time," Remus said, flipping the documents open as he and the rest of his group barged into Severus's sitting room. Hermione ran back into the bedroom to find some underwear and shut the door while Severus cleared off a table.
"Blaise Zabini," Neville said, and everything fell into place. Wally explained about following Phantasma and the plot he overheard while Severus fell deep into thought. His eyes were darker than usual, and his face was white while he clenched and unclenched his fists as he thought.
"But why Zabini?" Hermione wondered aloud, chewing a piece of hair.
"Fourth year. Your dance lesson," Severus said, almost inaudibly. "I rescued you from some unsavory members of my house. Apparently, Zabini has quite the memory."
It all came flooding back to Hermione, and she shook her head. The event still scared her when she thought about it, and she realized that nothing that had happened since the school year began had stemmed from anything other than her dance with Severus, her rescue from the snakes, and a good-night wish. Pushing all that aside and taking a deep breath, Hermione thought a moment before she smiled and spoke.
"We have to finish this, the sooner the better. So here's what we're gonna do. . ."
55555
Phantasma Lestrange skipped through the halls of Hogwart's, blithely ignoring the stares heading her way. Her mum had been right: when a Black (or Lestrange- Black, like Phantasma) sets out to do something, nothing and no-one can stand in her way. Aunt Narcissa notwithstanding. And how easy this had been!
"Excuse me, Professor Granger?" Phantasma had said, coming into Hermione's study, which was attached to her classroom. She thought about coming back later, when Hermione wasn't so busy, and her stomach clenched of its own volition. "I have a problem, and I don't think I can go to anyone else about it."
"Well, Phantasma, have you gone to your head of House and asked his help?" Hermione had said, not even bringing her eyes up form the paper she was grading. "By the way, you're receiving another O on your latest essay, but you're going to fail if you don't start keeping your appointments with Tonks, you'll flunk for this half of the year."
"Thanks, ma'am. But I really can't go to Professor Snape about this. Trust me, he wouldn't understand. Really," Phantasma said, laying it on thick and giving the older woman her best 'I'm innocent' look. "I don't think he's ever dealt with something like this before."
Hermione finally looked at her student and shook her head. "And the house-elves?"
"They'll talk and someone will find out! Please. I'd go to Tonks if I thought she wouldn't immediately corral me for a spar with Wally. Please. It is just a quick trip into Hogsmead to get what I need, show me where to look for it. And it isn't as if my mum or aunts are around to help me," Phantasma pleaded and Hermione finally nodded.
"We'll go as soon as I finish grading these papers, alright? Let Severus know that you are making an emergency trip into Hogsmead with me. Here, take this note," Hermione jotted something down and passed it to Phantasma, who took it and gave her a relieved smile.
Phantasma skipped out of the room, completely unaware as 'Hermione' shook her head, brown curls rising to reveal short pink locks and oddly mismatched eyes. Nymphadora Tonks flicked her wand and Remus Lupin stepped out of a shadow that hadn't been there before, while Neville Longbottom and the Hermione Granger stepped into the study from her classroom.
"Think old Sevvie-poo will play along correctly when she drops off that note?" Tonks asked, running her fingers through her hair.
"I don't think he has a choice," Remus said, pacing around the room.
"He'll do what he has to do. The entire case is riding on this. Shall we?" Hermione said, and she headed for the study door. Neville floated back through her classroom, and Remus and Tonks followed Hermione. It would all come down to one trip to Hogsmead to find 'girl stuff' for a very deranged little girl.