Very Nearly Veela
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Partners
Chapter 19 ~ Partners
After breakfast, Hermione noticed the dark wizard putting on his traveling cloak. She innocently asked where he was going. Severus replied that he had to visit the Apothecary Shop in Spinner's End to pick up a few ingredients so that he may conduct a few experiments concerning the Blood Bond. Hermione immediately shot up to her feet.
"Please, Professor, may I come along? I'd love to help you with this! Other than worrying myself over this Veela business, I have been absolutely bored out of my mind. Especially, since you will not allow me to touch your books," Hermione huffed, stomping the floor for good measure.
Severus furrowed his brow at the title she continued to address him by.
"Many of those tomes are extremely old and priceless, not too mention dangerous," Severus replied soberly. "But if you so desperately need to relieve your boredom with a bit of reading, run the book by me first. And about accompanying me, keep your nose out of my affairs, witch."
Hermione's eyes widened as she was clearly offended, "I only wanted to help, you greasy git of a bastard!"
He looked the witch over and smirked at her determined stance. This was the Hermione Granger he knew. Her appearance may be different, but that firm look in her eyes reassured Severus this was the girl he taught to strive to be the best. Hermione really was an intelligent witch, clever too. The way she approached a problem could prove to be quite useful. Seeing how his progress with the Blood Bond seemed to go no further than his progress with Hermione's Veela predicament, he saw no problem with her jumping aboard the project.
Severus crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the enraged witch in front of him.
"You cannot help me if you insist on calling me Professor," Severus said before turning on his heel leaving the study.
Hermione arched a brow then jumped as she realized that he was allowing her to tag along and join the project. She quickly made her way after him.
Departing the manor, Hermione caught up with Severus and slipped her hand into the crook of his arm. She smiled wide, her eyes danced with delight at the thought of working together with her former Professor. Severus glanced over at the witch, noting her blissful expression before disapparating.
At the public Apparition point, nearest the Apothecary shop, Severus noticed a significant silence immediately after they arrived. There were a lot of eyes on them, specifically speaking, Hermione. And the whole lot was men. Hermione's wide smile faded as she looked around her. Shit.
The men smiled dreamily at Hermione, all wishing her a "Good Morning" this, a "Good Morning" that. Did she have a nice day? Your hair looks beautiful. Did you fall from the Heavens? You have a wonderful smile. Would you like to get a cup of coffee?
When a few men attempted to touch Hermione, Severus wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him as they walked towards the Shop. He scowled blackly at those that edged too close to her. Hermione welcomed his possessiveness, hoping that his display would scare off the wizards that had fallen under her allure. But of course, this just made the wizards angrier seeing Severus hanging all over Hermione.
Witches that were not alone yelled at their men to "Stop looking at that tart!" or "What the hell are you doing, you dolt?" The witches could not figure out how that dismally dressed chit was getting all the attention.
Finally reaching the door, Severus pushed Hermione into the shop, closed the door, locked it, and darkened the windows.
"Oi! What'd you do that for?" a rather short, bald, pudgy man yelled. Most likely he was the shopkeeper.
Who did this bloke think he was? It may be a slow day, but there was no reason to make it even slower by blacking out the windows causing potential customers to think the shop closed.
"I would like to do some shopping," Hermione piped up before Severus could respond.
He raised his brow at the witch.
"And you see there are a lot of bothersome fellows out there. I would like to shop in peace, sir,"
Hermione smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes, not that she needed to.
Severus snorted.
"Oh, oh," the shopkeeper blushed a blotchy red at the lovely witch, "by all means, young lady. If you need any help at all..."
Hermione smiled once more before placing her hand in the crook of Severus' arm, who received a rather nasty look from the shopkeeper. Ignoring the look the pudgy man shot at Severus, the wizard asked if he had any Oil of Blood and Tartaric Acid. Hermione's brow quirked at the request, Oil of Blood? What the devil was that? The pudgy shopkeeper curtly nodded and made his way to the back.
"Could you explain to me what Oil of Blood is?" Hermione asked.
"It is the oil of a very rare, very red olive," Severus purred. "The consistency is similar to olive oil and the color similar -"
"To blood," Hermione finished. "What are its properties?"
"It has been used in religious rituals much like its sister olive oil, albeit darker ones. Oil of Blood was used in sacrificial rituals to cleanse the blood that had been spilt of all impurities. If that is so, I would like to see if I can perhaps cleanse the blood Narcissa has donated to the research of the Blood Bond."
Hermione's eyes glittered in wonder and a little surprised that their test subject was Narcissa Malfoy, not that she was the least bit surprised as to why. Lucius was obviously not treating her like he should.
"What was the other thing?" Hermione asked.
"Tartaric acid," Severus replied. "It's not terribly hard to get a hold of, but if the Oil of Blood is not able to cleanse Narcissa's blood of Lucius', then perhaps we could neutralize it by adding the Tartaric Acid. Making it into a potion we could make it as a purifier."
Hermione's brow rose when she heard Severus say "we". She was thrilled.
"That sounds wonderful, Severus," Hermione beamed.
The dark wizard liked how his name seemed to roll of her lips so easily. He glanced down at her mouth, before straightening his posture and clearing his throat.
"Yes, well, these are all theories. Nobody's attempted to break the Blood Bond since those who are under it, their lives are subjected to it," Severus' gaze hardened. "Meaning the break could kill them, since the only way to escape it is death. If we cannot successfully separate the two, they will die. The bond is made out of 'true love' and if that love is tainted, their blood will become tainted. Death will literally flow through their veins if anything attempts to break the bond and does not succeed."
Hermione gasped, "Narcissa is taking such a huge risk! Does she know this?"
"Well, of course. We are dealing with Ancient Magic here. It was just as dangerous then as it is now. Besides, she trusts my judgment. Do you?" Severus quirked an eyebrow at her.
"I do. You are a brilliant man. Although, you were dumb enough to let me go with the Veelas..." Hermione trailed off.
"I retrieved you, witch, with the help of Mrs. Weasley, now forget about that," Severus hissed as the little witch batted her eyelashes at him.
Severus turned his attention to the shopkeeper as he waddled back up to the counter, the two ingredients in hand.
"How much will it be?"
"Three galleons, two sickles for the Tartaric acid and eighty galleons, ten sickles for the Oil of Blood," the shopkeeper replied to the wizard, his face as hard as a rock.
Hermione's eyes widened at the price.
"So expensive?" Hermione asked.
The shopkeeper's face softened considerably towards the witch.
"Hermione..." Severus hissed as the shopkeeper was obviously falling to her allure. "It's a very rare oil at a reasonable price."
"But still, it's too expensive," she reasoned, nodding to the shopkeeper.
"Well," the shopkeeper squeaked as he tried to find his voice, "I guess I could give the oil to you for an even fifty galleons."
The pudgy man smiled wistfully as he smoothed back his wispy hair. Hermione graced him with a smile and nodded, pleased that she was able to lower the price.
Severus snorted and paid the man. That was a very Slytherin thing for Hermione to do, using herself like that. Oh well, less money spent.
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A/N: Originally, ch 19 and 20 I'm posting were meant to be one long chapter... but I decided I'd cut it up. Feel free to do whatever you wish with it Ms_Figg.
After breakfast, Hermione noticed the dark wizard putting on his traveling cloak. She innocently asked where he was going. Severus replied that he had to visit the Apothecary Shop in Spinner's End to pick up a few ingredients so that he may conduct a few experiments concerning the Blood Bond. Hermione immediately shot up to her feet.
"Please, Professor, may I come along? I'd love to help you with this! Other than worrying myself over this Veela business, I have been absolutely bored out of my mind. Especially, since you will not allow me to touch your books," Hermione huffed, stomping the floor for good measure.
Severus furrowed his brow at the title she continued to address him by.
"Many of those tomes are extremely old and priceless, not too mention dangerous," Severus replied soberly. "But if you so desperately need to relieve your boredom with a bit of reading, run the book by me first. And about accompanying me, keep your nose out of my affairs, witch."
Hermione's eyes widened as she was clearly offended, "I only wanted to help, you greasy git of a bastard!"
He looked the witch over and smirked at her determined stance. This was the Hermione Granger he knew. Her appearance may be different, but that firm look in her eyes reassured Severus this was the girl he taught to strive to be the best. Hermione really was an intelligent witch, clever too. The way she approached a problem could prove to be quite useful. Seeing how his progress with the Blood Bond seemed to go no further than his progress with Hermione's Veela predicament, he saw no problem with her jumping aboard the project.
Severus crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the enraged witch in front of him.
"You cannot help me if you insist on calling me Professor," Severus said before turning on his heel leaving the study.
Hermione arched a brow then jumped as she realized that he was allowing her to tag along and join the project. She quickly made her way after him.
Departing the manor, Hermione caught up with Severus and slipped her hand into the crook of his arm. She smiled wide, her eyes danced with delight at the thought of working together with her former Professor. Severus glanced over at the witch, noting her blissful expression before disapparating.
At the public Apparition point, nearest the Apothecary shop, Severus noticed a significant silence immediately after they arrived. There were a lot of eyes on them, specifically speaking, Hermione. And the whole lot was men. Hermione's wide smile faded as she looked around her. Shit.
The men smiled dreamily at Hermione, all wishing her a "Good Morning" this, a "Good Morning" that. Did she have a nice day? Your hair looks beautiful. Did you fall from the Heavens? You have a wonderful smile. Would you like to get a cup of coffee?
When a few men attempted to touch Hermione, Severus wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him as they walked towards the Shop. He scowled blackly at those that edged too close to her. Hermione welcomed his possessiveness, hoping that his display would scare off the wizards that had fallen under her allure. But of course, this just made the wizards angrier seeing Severus hanging all over Hermione.
Witches that were not alone yelled at their men to "Stop looking at that tart!" or "What the hell are you doing, you dolt?" The witches could not figure out how that dismally dressed chit was getting all the attention.
Finally reaching the door, Severus pushed Hermione into the shop, closed the door, locked it, and darkened the windows.
"Oi! What'd you do that for?" a rather short, bald, pudgy man yelled. Most likely he was the shopkeeper.
Who did this bloke think he was? It may be a slow day, but there was no reason to make it even slower by blacking out the windows causing potential customers to think the shop closed.
"I would like to do some shopping," Hermione piped up before Severus could respond.
He raised his brow at the witch.
"And you see there are a lot of bothersome fellows out there. I would like to shop in peace, sir,"
Hermione smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes, not that she needed to.
Severus snorted.
"Oh, oh," the shopkeeper blushed a blotchy red at the lovely witch, "by all means, young lady. If you need any help at all..."
Hermione smiled once more before placing her hand in the crook of Severus' arm, who received a rather nasty look from the shopkeeper. Ignoring the look the pudgy man shot at Severus, the wizard asked if he had any Oil of Blood and Tartaric Acid. Hermione's brow quirked at the request, Oil of Blood? What the devil was that? The pudgy shopkeeper curtly nodded and made his way to the back.
"Could you explain to me what Oil of Blood is?" Hermione asked.
"It is the oil of a very rare, very red olive," Severus purred. "The consistency is similar to olive oil and the color similar -"
"To blood," Hermione finished. "What are its properties?"
"It has been used in religious rituals much like its sister olive oil, albeit darker ones. Oil of Blood was used in sacrificial rituals to cleanse the blood that had been spilt of all impurities. If that is so, I would like to see if I can perhaps cleanse the blood Narcissa has donated to the research of the Blood Bond."
Hermione's eyes glittered in wonder and a little surprised that their test subject was Narcissa Malfoy, not that she was the least bit surprised as to why. Lucius was obviously not treating her like he should.
"What was the other thing?" Hermione asked.
"Tartaric acid," Severus replied. "It's not terribly hard to get a hold of, but if the Oil of Blood is not able to cleanse Narcissa's blood of Lucius', then perhaps we could neutralize it by adding the Tartaric Acid. Making it into a potion we could make it as a purifier."
Hermione's brow rose when she heard Severus say "we". She was thrilled.
"That sounds wonderful, Severus," Hermione beamed.
The dark wizard liked how his name seemed to roll of her lips so easily. He glanced down at her mouth, before straightening his posture and clearing his throat.
"Yes, well, these are all theories. Nobody's attempted to break the Blood Bond since those who are under it, their lives are subjected to it," Severus' gaze hardened. "Meaning the break could kill them, since the only way to escape it is death. If we cannot successfully separate the two, they will die. The bond is made out of 'true love' and if that love is tainted, their blood will become tainted. Death will literally flow through their veins if anything attempts to break the bond and does not succeed."
Hermione gasped, "Narcissa is taking such a huge risk! Does she know this?"
"Well, of course. We are dealing with Ancient Magic here. It was just as dangerous then as it is now. Besides, she trusts my judgment. Do you?" Severus quirked an eyebrow at her.
"I do. You are a brilliant man. Although, you were dumb enough to let me go with the Veelas..." Hermione trailed off.
"I retrieved you, witch, with the help of Mrs. Weasley, now forget about that," Severus hissed as the little witch batted her eyelashes at him.
Severus turned his attention to the shopkeeper as he waddled back up to the counter, the two ingredients in hand.
"How much will it be?"
"Three galleons, two sickles for the Tartaric acid and eighty galleons, ten sickles for the Oil of Blood," the shopkeeper replied to the wizard, his face as hard as a rock.
Hermione's eyes widened at the price.
"So expensive?" Hermione asked.
The shopkeeper's face softened considerably towards the witch.
"Hermione..." Severus hissed as the shopkeeper was obviously falling to her allure. "It's a very rare oil at a reasonable price."
"But still, it's too expensive," she reasoned, nodding to the shopkeeper.
"Well," the shopkeeper squeaked as he tried to find his voice, "I guess I could give the oil to you for an even fifty galleons."
The pudgy man smiled wistfully as he smoothed back his wispy hair. Hermione graced him with a smile and nodded, pleased that she was able to lower the price.
Severus snorted and paid the man. That was a very Slytherin thing for Hermione to do, using herself like that. Oh well, less money spent.
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A/N: Originally, ch 19 and 20 I'm posting were meant to be one long chapter... but I decided I'd cut it up. Feel free to do whatever you wish with it Ms_Figg.