Hogwarts Idol
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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3,092
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13
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chapter the second, sorry so late!
Alright, sorry this is so late. But sadly, I've been stuck in a rut big enough to drown a semi truck. I'm slowly returning to life and some of my stories are following me to resurrection! This, Neville's Redemption and Rihanna's Son are going to be finished before I start another project.
I promise myself *fingers crossed behind my back!:P *
second part<<<<<
Simon thought all night, ruminating over a bottle of vintage Firewhiskey while staring into the fire of his tower suite. He was glad Old Mac hadn’t decided to follow tradition and place this former Slytherin into the dungeons. He’d spent enough years freezing his arse off down there as a student, he was damned if he was going to freeze any further while a guest!
He thought about his last year. Flitwick had had a contest, a singing contest that Severus could have won hands down if that prat Black hadn’t hexed his larynx, making the future Potions Master virtually mute for over a week. Lily Evans had won the damn contest, putting Gryffindor just over in point-standings to win the House Cup.
Lily had had a beautiful voice, he remembered with fondness. At one time she and Severus had been duet partners, but the Marauders’ harassment had separated the two best singers to come out of the school in twenty five years.
He grinned into the night, knowing just how to get Severus to sing.
“Miss Granger, here is the song you will be performing for the holiday concert.” Simon handed her the music book, marked to one of his favorite Christmas songs. Her brown/gold eyes lit up as she read the lyrics. Malfoy was glaring at him from the side, having been told for the fifth and last time that he was not only not going to have a solo, but wasn’t going to be allowed within a hundred feet of the stage while the real singers performed.
Simon had already handed out the music to the rest of the group.
“Sir, uhm, Mr. Cowl? This is a duet. Have you decided on with whom I’ll be partnered?” Hermione had looked over the song and liked it. Her American uncle had sung it to her once while he’d been visiting when she was a young child.
“Yes, Miss Granger. Once I get the bastard to agree, you’ll have your partner.” Simon smiled at the gasp he caused from the students. Most weren’t used to such language from a teacher. He smirked at them and told them to get going. “We don’t have all bloody day, you know.”
“I am not going to sing for Simon, Minerva. You might as well just Avada me right now. I won’t do it.” Severus leaned back in his chair and glared at the old Transfigurations Mistress. He’d come back to Hogwarts against his better judgment, knowing that it would be a rough year, especially seeing Potter prancing around after destroying the Dark Lord over the summer. He smirked, remembering the boy’s admonition to him that his own father hadn’t pranced and paraded around. Like father, like son in his opinion.
“But he has a wonderful song for you. I’m sure you still sing in your quarters. Don’t let James and Sirius’ teasing of you follow you through your entire life, Severus.” Minerva sipped her tea, watching the Potions Master do the same. Since Voldemort’s death, he’d filled out some, become less wane and pallid. He wasn’t as stressed as he had been during the war.
Minerva watched him ruminate over her words. He had so enjoyed singing in school until Sirius Black and James Potter had destroyed his self-confidence. Now she wanted to hear his voice again rise in song, echoing through the Great Hall as it did twenty-two years before.
“I’ll consider it, if it will get the two of you albatrosses off my back. Why did you invite him here anyway? Filius was doing a good enough job recently.”
“Too many students were having a difficult time taking directions from an off-key half elf. Besides, he never liked being choir director. And Simon being in London was fortuitous for me as he’s usually in America now.”
“Wanker. If you will excuse me, I’ll return to my quarters.”
“Severus!” Minerva caught him before he left the headmistress’s office. He turned at the door with a sigh, one eyebrow cocked at her. “Are you going to help Simon voluntarily or do I have to make this an order?”
“Fine. I’ll help the bastard. But I’m warning you that if he tries to embarrass me, the merpeople won’t be able to find his body when I’m through with him. Good night!” He slammed the door closed for effect. Minerva chuckled and sipped more tea.
It was good being Headmistress.
I promise myself *fingers crossed behind my back!:P *
second part<<<<<
Simon thought all night, ruminating over a bottle of vintage Firewhiskey while staring into the fire of his tower suite. He was glad Old Mac hadn’t decided to follow tradition and place this former Slytherin into the dungeons. He’d spent enough years freezing his arse off down there as a student, he was damned if he was going to freeze any further while a guest!
He thought about his last year. Flitwick had had a contest, a singing contest that Severus could have won hands down if that prat Black hadn’t hexed his larynx, making the future Potions Master virtually mute for over a week. Lily Evans had won the damn contest, putting Gryffindor just over in point-standings to win the House Cup.
Lily had had a beautiful voice, he remembered with fondness. At one time she and Severus had been duet partners, but the Marauders’ harassment had separated the two best singers to come out of the school in twenty five years.
He grinned into the night, knowing just how to get Severus to sing.
“Miss Granger, here is the song you will be performing for the holiday concert.” Simon handed her the music book, marked to one of his favorite Christmas songs. Her brown/gold eyes lit up as she read the lyrics. Malfoy was glaring at him from the side, having been told for the fifth and last time that he was not only not going to have a solo, but wasn’t going to be allowed within a hundred feet of the stage while the real singers performed.
Simon had already handed out the music to the rest of the group.
“Sir, uhm, Mr. Cowl? This is a duet. Have you decided on with whom I’ll be partnered?” Hermione had looked over the song and liked it. Her American uncle had sung it to her once while he’d been visiting when she was a young child.
“Yes, Miss Granger. Once I get the bastard to agree, you’ll have your partner.” Simon smiled at the gasp he caused from the students. Most weren’t used to such language from a teacher. He smirked at them and told them to get going. “We don’t have all bloody day, you know.”
“I am not going to sing for Simon, Minerva. You might as well just Avada me right now. I won’t do it.” Severus leaned back in his chair and glared at the old Transfigurations Mistress. He’d come back to Hogwarts against his better judgment, knowing that it would be a rough year, especially seeing Potter prancing around after destroying the Dark Lord over the summer. He smirked, remembering the boy’s admonition to him that his own father hadn’t pranced and paraded around. Like father, like son in his opinion.
“But he has a wonderful song for you. I’m sure you still sing in your quarters. Don’t let James and Sirius’ teasing of you follow you through your entire life, Severus.” Minerva sipped her tea, watching the Potions Master do the same. Since Voldemort’s death, he’d filled out some, become less wane and pallid. He wasn’t as stressed as he had been during the war.
Minerva watched him ruminate over her words. He had so enjoyed singing in school until Sirius Black and James Potter had destroyed his self-confidence. Now she wanted to hear his voice again rise in song, echoing through the Great Hall as it did twenty-two years before.
“I’ll consider it, if it will get the two of you albatrosses off my back. Why did you invite him here anyway? Filius was doing a good enough job recently.”
“Too many students were having a difficult time taking directions from an off-key half elf. Besides, he never liked being choir director. And Simon being in London was fortuitous for me as he’s usually in America now.”
“Wanker. If you will excuse me, I’ll return to my quarters.”
“Severus!” Minerva caught him before he left the headmistress’s office. He turned at the door with a sigh, one eyebrow cocked at her. “Are you going to help Simon voluntarily or do I have to make this an order?”
“Fine. I’ll help the bastard. But I’m warning you that if he tries to embarrass me, the merpeople won’t be able to find his body when I’m through with him. Good night!” He slammed the door closed for effect. Minerva chuckled and sipped more tea.
It was good being Headmistress.