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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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12
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Chapter 2
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.
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Chapter 2
“Hermione GRANGER !?”
Severus snarled the words as he paced Dumbledore’s office, the mechanical whirs and clicks of the silver instruments around the room drowned out by the sound of his steps on the marble floor.
“Granger!?” He repeated again out of disbelief. Of all the witches and wizards around the world, he had to go and pick her to teach the Defense against the Dark arts class, didn’t he?
“Yes, Severus. Hermione Granger. The one and only.” Albus said calmly, looking at the Potions Master over his half-moon spectacles. He sat behind his massive claw-footed desk, his chin resting on the back of his hands. Behind him, Fawkes rested on his perch, the phoenix staring at Severus with unblinking black eyes.
“But, why!?”
“Why what, Severus? Why choose Miss Granger, and not you? Is that the question that’s bothering you?”
Severus stopped pacing as suddenly as he had left the staff table after Hermione’s appearance, but didn’t turn to look at the headmaster. Instead he glared at one of the many portraits hung on the walls, much to its resident’s displeasure.
“Where are your manners, sir! Glaring at people so, when they have done nothing whatsoever!”
Severus grimaced, turned and sat down in the chair facing the Headmaster’s desk. Of course he was angry he hadn’t gotten the job for yet another year, but that wasn’t all. He simply did not look forward to seeing Miss Granger again. Even if she was one of the few people he knew he could have intelligent and stimulating conversations with, she still remained an insufferable know-it-all.
“You already know the answer to that question, my dear Severus.” Dumbledore went on. “I simply worry the pull to the Dark arts might be too strong, even after all those years. We all know how easy it is sometimes, to fall back into old habits, and -- ”
“And what?” Severus cut him off. “I would run back to the Dark Lord? Wouldn’t that be hard to do, considering the fact he’s dead?” He snickered, straightening slightly in his chair, never letting go of Dumbledore’s gaze. “Unless you’re afraid I’ll become the next Dark Lord? So much for trusting those around you, I would say, if that’s the case.”
Dumbledore sighed and took off his glasses and set them down carefully on the desk. He pinched the bridge of his nose briefly, taking a deep breath. “No, it’s nothing like that. But it remains that Hermione is the DADA teacher this year. There’s nothing more I can do about it.”
The Headmaster cut off the Potions Master before he could argue, and rose from his chair. “You’ll have to accept that fact, and that’s the end of it. My deepest apologies.”
Severus rose, bowed his head slightly and left the office quickly, his robes billowing behind him as he walked briskly down the stairs, and towards his own office. He simply couldn’t believe it. He was going to have to suffer the company of the frizzy-headed know-it-all after all. He scowled at a group of first year students as he walked past them, causing them to stumble back and out of his way. Hermione bloody Granger!
“Professor Snape!”
He froze in his steps, nearly jumping out of his skin at the voice calling his name. Oh, Gods, spare me, he thought. Slowly, he turned around. The young woman before him had definitely grown in the past five years, standing at almost the same height as him. Her hair was definitely more orderly and not as frizzy as it had been once. Overall, she seemed so much more...mature. “Miss Granger. How...Nice to see you again.”
She smiled, taking a few steps closer. “It’s nice seeing you again as well, professor. But please, call me Hermione. ” She extended her hand, meaning to shake his in greeting.
He didn’t acknowledge it and kept staring at her a moment longer before crossing his arms firmly against his chest. “And may I help you with anything, Hermione? Have you by some unfortunate chance lost your way in Hogwarts after so many years away?”
She blushed and frowned. “No, professor Snape. I only thought it appropriate for me to come and say hello, especially after you left so quickly at the banquet.” And with that, she turned around and left, walking quickly down the hall.
Seething, Severus whipped around and made his way to the dungeons.
Silence. The only adjective needed to describe the Hogwarts dungeons. There he was sure the happy, chattering students would not come and disturb his peace and quiet, whether they be Slytherin or not. He still took a small pleasure seeing them become silent and more scared with each step they took. One would think the place was full of Dementors, but no.
It was worse.
Professor Severus Snape, Hogwarts Potions Master, a man who took no joy in nearly everything and certainly not at teaching, resided in the dungeons. And all the students knew better than to disturb him, lest they found themselves hung by their thumbs in Filch’s office. Sure enough, the caretaker wasn’t allowed to torture students, but one never knew if Snape might not give simply give him the permission one day.
Arriving at his private rooms, he walked in and slammed the door closed behind him. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down, pushing an annoying strand of black hair away from his face.
This will, without doubt, be the worst year yet, he thought as he made his way to the comfortable chair sitting in front of the lit fireplace. The House Elves always made sure it stayed lit, even if he was absent. But for now, better relax. He picked up the book he had left on the chair’s armrest and was about to resume reading where he had left off, when a timid knock on his door disturbed his peace and quiet.
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Chapter 2
“Hermione GRANGER !?”
Severus snarled the words as he paced Dumbledore’s office, the mechanical whirs and clicks of the silver instruments around the room drowned out by the sound of his steps on the marble floor.
“Granger!?” He repeated again out of disbelief. Of all the witches and wizards around the world, he had to go and pick her to teach the Defense against the Dark arts class, didn’t he?
“Yes, Severus. Hermione Granger. The one and only.” Albus said calmly, looking at the Potions Master over his half-moon spectacles. He sat behind his massive claw-footed desk, his chin resting on the back of his hands. Behind him, Fawkes rested on his perch, the phoenix staring at Severus with unblinking black eyes.
“But, why!?”
“Why what, Severus? Why choose Miss Granger, and not you? Is that the question that’s bothering you?”
Severus stopped pacing as suddenly as he had left the staff table after Hermione’s appearance, but didn’t turn to look at the headmaster. Instead he glared at one of the many portraits hung on the walls, much to its resident’s displeasure.
“Where are your manners, sir! Glaring at people so, when they have done nothing whatsoever!”
Severus grimaced, turned and sat down in the chair facing the Headmaster’s desk. Of course he was angry he hadn’t gotten the job for yet another year, but that wasn’t all. He simply did not look forward to seeing Miss Granger again. Even if she was one of the few people he knew he could have intelligent and stimulating conversations with, she still remained an insufferable know-it-all.
“You already know the answer to that question, my dear Severus.” Dumbledore went on. “I simply worry the pull to the Dark arts might be too strong, even after all those years. We all know how easy it is sometimes, to fall back into old habits, and -- ”
“And what?” Severus cut him off. “I would run back to the Dark Lord? Wouldn’t that be hard to do, considering the fact he’s dead?” He snickered, straightening slightly in his chair, never letting go of Dumbledore’s gaze. “Unless you’re afraid I’ll become the next Dark Lord? So much for trusting those around you, I would say, if that’s the case.”
Dumbledore sighed and took off his glasses and set them down carefully on the desk. He pinched the bridge of his nose briefly, taking a deep breath. “No, it’s nothing like that. But it remains that Hermione is the DADA teacher this year. There’s nothing more I can do about it.”
The Headmaster cut off the Potions Master before he could argue, and rose from his chair. “You’ll have to accept that fact, and that’s the end of it. My deepest apologies.”
Severus rose, bowed his head slightly and left the office quickly, his robes billowing behind him as he walked briskly down the stairs, and towards his own office. He simply couldn’t believe it. He was going to have to suffer the company of the frizzy-headed know-it-all after all. He scowled at a group of first year students as he walked past them, causing them to stumble back and out of his way. Hermione bloody Granger!
“Professor Snape!”
He froze in his steps, nearly jumping out of his skin at the voice calling his name. Oh, Gods, spare me, he thought. Slowly, he turned around. The young woman before him had definitely grown in the past five years, standing at almost the same height as him. Her hair was definitely more orderly and not as frizzy as it had been once. Overall, she seemed so much more...mature. “Miss Granger. How...Nice to see you again.”
She smiled, taking a few steps closer. “It’s nice seeing you again as well, professor. But please, call me Hermione. ” She extended her hand, meaning to shake his in greeting.
He didn’t acknowledge it and kept staring at her a moment longer before crossing his arms firmly against his chest. “And may I help you with anything, Hermione? Have you by some unfortunate chance lost your way in Hogwarts after so many years away?”
She blushed and frowned. “No, professor Snape. I only thought it appropriate for me to come and say hello, especially after you left so quickly at the banquet.” And with that, she turned around and left, walking quickly down the hall.
Seething, Severus whipped around and made his way to the dungeons.
Silence. The only adjective needed to describe the Hogwarts dungeons. There he was sure the happy, chattering students would not come and disturb his peace and quiet, whether they be Slytherin or not. He still took a small pleasure seeing them become silent and more scared with each step they took. One would think the place was full of Dementors, but no.
It was worse.
Professor Severus Snape, Hogwarts Potions Master, a man who took no joy in nearly everything and certainly not at teaching, resided in the dungeons. And all the students knew better than to disturb him, lest they found themselves hung by their thumbs in Filch’s office. Sure enough, the caretaker wasn’t allowed to torture students, but one never knew if Snape might not give simply give him the permission one day.
Arriving at his private rooms, he walked in and slammed the door closed behind him. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down, pushing an annoying strand of black hair away from his face.
This will, without doubt, be the worst year yet, he thought as he made his way to the comfortable chair sitting in front of the lit fireplace. The House Elves always made sure it stayed lit, even if he was absent. But for now, better relax. He picked up the book he had left on the chair’s armrest and was about to resume reading where he had left off, when a timid knock on his door disturbed his peace and quiet.
Thanks for reading. ^_^ More to come soon.