Everybody Here Wants You

A/N: Read the big one at the start haha Otherwise ENJOY~



Chapter One: The Death of Filius.



He had been sick for a long time. His usual charming disposition replaced by a shell of grey skin and chest rattling coughs.



Madame Pomfrey informed Headmaster Snape that at 247 years old it was “just his time” and so, halfway through the final term, Filius Flitwick passed away peacefully in his rooms. He had no children but was survived by the knowledge he gave his students. His charm and wit would be remembered gracefully.



His portrait was hung in the Ravenclaw common room and he was sorely missed by those from his house.



Headmaster Snape sat in his office, resting his chin on his fingers. He drummed on the oak desk as he stared into space, thinking about hiring the new professor. They had obtained a substitute for the last half of term, but a permanent teacher would be required.



Snape had always hated this part. Although he never showed it, he loved his staff, Hogwarts was the closest thing he could call to a home, and he considered his staff to be a family. It was never easy introducing someone new into the mix.



He asked himself aloud how he was going to go about hiring. He had only been Headmaster for four years after all, and he had never had a need to hire new staff.



After the death of Dumbledore in the final battle, Snape had assumed the headmaster position at the insistence of McGonagall. She insisted that she was getting on in years and just wanted to teach. Not administrate.



So Severus sat on the large office at the top of the spiral staircase, penning an ad for the Daily Prophet.



The holidays began shortly after, and while all the students and most of the staff went home, Severus stayed behind, enjoying the quiet castle. He saw the mounting pile of responses to his ad in the daily prophet and knew that most of the credentials inside were bullshit. His enthusiasm had been dampened when he opened the first application and saw that the silly chit had put a love heart over her “I”. The first thirty applications were just as bad. There were degrees that didn’t exist, handwriting that wasn’t readable, let alone hireable and the occasional joke application (he suspected the Weasleys had sent in an application)



Just after midnight Snape sat in the top of the astronomy tower. The applications closed tomorrow, and he would wade through the mounts of shit and hopefully come up with a nugget of gold.



Hermione Granger sat in her apartment scribbling furiously. Due to her study schedule, she hadn’t read the Daily Prophet for weeks. When she did she almost cried with terror and delight.



“Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry Is Hiring A New Charms Professor.

To apply you must

-Have a current degree in charms

-Have the ability to lead, as your responsibilities will also be to the head of Ravenclaw house.

-be willing to deal with an array of issues with a level head and calm disposition.

To apply, send a current resume and cover letter of no more than three feet by next Friday to Headmaster Severus Snape”



Thursday, just after midnight Hermione sat scribbling in miniscule handwriting, measuring and re-measuring her parchment. She had finally managed to make it three feet, and had even managed to fit in a sly reference to her time as an apprentice med-witch.



She was nervous, although she knew she was perfect for the position, she was worried about working under Snape. After the final battle a party had been held at Grimmauld Place.













4 Years Earlier



“Ding Dong The Dark Lords Dead”



The cried echoed throughout the whole house, smothering Mrs. Black’s screeching and the whole house shook with joy. Alcohol flowed freely from cups to mouths and before long the entire party was quite drunk.



Except for Severus Snape.



He had retreated early in the night to the library of Grimmauld Place after finding out that Harry, the dumb chit, had put a time delay charm on the door, making sure nobody left the premises until midday the next day. When Snape confronted him, he simply said “Don’t Drink and Apparate” before dancing off to join Ginny in a rather offensive bump n grind.



He was sleepy, it was past 1am and he just wanted to sleep, but with the whole house shaking and jumping he was unable to sneak past the party-goers to his room.



So he retreated to the lounge in the library and stretched out, potions book in front of him he decided to read until he slept.



A few hours, or maybe a few minutes later Snape opened his eyes to a rather pleasant sensation of kisses being placed on his neck. He was delusional with sleep, sleep that he had missed out on for 20 years and so instead of snapping to attention and hexing the offender into oblivion he simply allowed them to happen. He felt hair resting gently on the side of his face and without thinking he decided to stroke it. It was wiry and thick, making stroking seem more like brushing.



Only one girl on the planet could have that kind of hair. Severus sat bolt upright and shoved the body off him, she landed with a soft thump on the end of the lounge and looked at him with a shocked and slightly drunk expression on her face.



“Miss Granger, what the fuck do you think your doing?” he hissed, his words escaping him like steam.



“Its ok sir, I'm not your student” she said clumsily, before leaning towards him again.



“And just what the fuck makes you think that, student or not I would be interested in an insufferable know-it all like yourself? GET OUT” he said standing up and turning his back on her.



Hermione ran out in a flood of drunken tears.







Hermione stared pensively out the window, reliving the events of that night. She had drunkenly humiliated herself and refused to see him afterward. It was just too embarrassing. But still, this job was once in a lifetime and she couldn’t pass up that kind of opportunity because she was embarrassed.



Biting her bottom lip she attached the application to her owl’s foot and watched the tawny disappear over the horizon.









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A/N: okay, so that was just a setup, and I hate killing off Flitwick because I just think he’s cool. Don’t forget to review.