Strange Sixth Year

Title: Strange Sixth Year

Rating: M

Summary: Snape is slipped a lust potion and Hermione becomes
the object of his desire. Set during sixth year and hopefully more fleshed out.
Based on the Plot Bunny on WIKTT and not HBP compliant.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Harry Potter Characters
and I'm not making any money off of this. All names belong to J.K Rowling except the Egyptian ones that she hasn't laid claim to.

Chapter 2: Minerva’s Outrage

            The next
morning Professor Dumbledore called the entire school to attention. Harry, Ron,
and Hermione were setting at the Gryffindor table and them, like everyone else,
wanted to know why the Headmaster was even here. He normally didn’t show up for
breakfast in the Great Hall.

   “Students,” he
called out, bring the noise that come from the students down, “Professor Snape
has taken ill and will be out until further notice.”

The Gryffindors, except Hermione, all cheered at the news. Hermione
just glared at everyone.

   “SILENCE,”
Dumbledore yelled and everyone fell silent. “I’m having Nymphadora Tonks to
take over as the Potions Mistress as she’s here on Ministry of Magic business.”

More cheering came from the Gryffindor table and Hermione
had a bad feeling that this wasn’t going to be fun, in-fact if she had the
inner eye she could see the disaster that would befall on everyone.

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   “Can you believe
it, no Snape,” Harry said, sounding excited. “No points being taken off just
because I’m in the room.”

   “I don’t like it,”
Hermione told Harry. “It’s not fair that Professor Snape isn’t around.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

   “What is wrong with
you,” Ron asked her. “It sounds like you fancy Snape.”

He shot her a look of pure venom and Hermione matched it.

   “And why don’t you
shove off,” Hermione hissed, her eyes flashing as a warning. “I happen to care
about all the Professors, not just Snape.”

   “Yeah like I really
believe that,” Ron countered.

   “Why can’t you two
just shut up,” Harry told them. “Merlin, you sound like an old married couple.’

   “Doesn’t he wish,”
Hermione told Harry, “Like I would marry a toerag like Ron Weasley.”

And she stormed off.

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            Professor
McGonagall stepped into Weasley’s shop and looked around. People were buying
the newest joke item that the barbaric Weasley twins had created but there was
no sign of either Fred or George Weasley. A girl ran over to her and smiled at
her.

   “Is there anything
that I can get you, Miss?” the girl asked.

   “Yes, I want to
talk to Fred or George Weasley,” McGonagall told her. “And one of them better
show up or I’ll hunt them down myself.”

  style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Y-Y-Yes,” the girl stammered and ran off.

            Two minutes
later Fred Weasley appeared and he shrunk in fear when he saw the look of fury
on McGonagall’s face or was it the fact that she was holding the container that
had the lust potion in it.

   “What in the name
of the Gods are you doing making a lust potion and selling it?” she stormed.

   “Um-I-you see,”
Fred stammered.

   “I don’t see
anything except the fact that Dumbledore is out of a Potions Master until we
can get the antidote,” McGonagall told him. “And you better hope that there is
an antidote or I’ll change you into something that you didn’t think was
possible and don’t you dare think that I can because I can.”

   “Well, um, did
Snape drink it?” Fred asked.

   “Yes,” McGonagall
hissed, her eyes flashing dangerously. “Now the antidote or I’ll force it out
of you.”

   “There is no
antidote,” Fred told him. “But if Snape, you know, does it with a woman then
he’ll be free of the potion.”

McGonagall went white. She had heard, prior to leaving to
see this sorry excuse for a wizard, that Severus had laid eyes on Miss Granger.

  
“Where-did-you-learn-how-to-brew-a-lust-potion,” McGonagall said through
clinched teeth.

   “A man gave us the
potion instructions when we went to w:st="on">Egypt on vacation,” Fred told her.
“He said that it wasn’t a permanent potion because it was only for a one night
stand. You know, to give someone a good time.”

   “A good time, you
say,” McGonagall roared. “Oh I’ll have a good time hexing you to within an inch
of your life.”

Fred went even whiter then McGonagall had. McGonagall shot a
hex right at Fred and he changed into a couch. The girl ran over, staring at
what use to be her boss.

   “Tell George that
if he ever comes to Hogwarts I’ll turn him into a matching loveseat.”

And she stormed out of the shop.

            When
McGonagall returned to Hogwarts she told Dumbledore what Fred had told her and
what she had done. Dumbledore smirked at the image of Fred Weasley as a couch.

   “He said that an
Egyptian man gave it to him and George when they went on vacation,” McGonagall
told him.

   “So it’s Egyptian
in origin,” Dumbledore said. “Then the potion must have come from an old text
that was in the temple
of Hathor.”

   “So this potion was
probably used in ancient times,” McGonagall said.

   “Yes,” Dumbledore
said, nodding. “However there has to be a antidote without Severus violating
his position as a teacher.”

   “And what if there
isn’t?” McGonagall asked him, sounding worried.

   “I don’t want to
think about that,” Dumbledore told her, sounding even more worried then she
was.

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            The Potions
lesson turned into a qualified disaster. Tonks, bless her heart, was very good
at Potions but she knocked over a bottle of mummified scales and almost blew up
Draco Malfoy’s cauldron. Hermione was very pleased when the lesson ended and
she was able to think more about what was wrong with Professor Snape.

   “Hermione, we’re
going up for lunch,” Harry told her, “Coming along.”

   “No,” Hermione answered.
“I don’t really feel like eating.

   “Suit yourself,”
Harry said and both he and Ron hurried up to the Great Hall.

            Hermione
took out her wand and muttered a spell that she had learned from one of the
books that she had gotten in Diagon Alley. It was a book of ancient Egyptian
spells that were still in use today. This one would show her where Snape was so
that she could check on him. Personally she knew that Harry would think that
she was being stupid and Ron would say that this was further proof that she
fancied him.

            Well so
what if she fancied him, it was her life and no one was going to tell her what
do to. In-fact no one had told her what to do in a very long time. The wand
showed her where a hidden wall was and the wall slid to reveal a long corridor.
Taking a deep breath she followed it, feeling as though she was going into the
underworld.

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A/N: I love Ancient Egypt so I’m putting a lot of that into the
story. Also Hermione isn’t what she claims to be and she alone knows the truth
about the potion that Snape ingested, though at this point she doesn’t. Next
up: My hopeless attempt at smut, the secret to Voldemort’s downfall, Snape
meets the relatives and Hermione meets her own relation.

To catysmom: Thanks for your lovely review, I’m glad you
like this story.

To rox4747: Thanks for your review and I’m going to update
again tomorrow.