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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Sirius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
7,244
Reviews:
42
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters therein. Nor do I make any moneys from the writing of this story. Though Lord knows I wish I did.
Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
The answer hadn’t come from Lucius and had Hermione spinning towards the doorway where Draco Malfoy was lounging against the wood of the jam. Smiling casually, he stood up straighter and strolled over to the bar.
“Looking good, Granger,” he said, as he poured himself a drink. “You have more color to you than I would have reasoned. What with the way they keep you in the cellars at the research department, I would have thought that you would be more pale than my father’s ass.”
“I get out now and again,” she told him. “And I wouldn’t go around making comparisons of that nature. After all, we wouldn’t want any rumors to get started based on your knowledge of your father’s hindquarters.”
Draco let out a crack of laughter, even as his father snapped, “For Merlin sake!”
“Oh father,” his son said, still chuckling. “Don’t you know a joke when you hear one anymore?”
“When I hear one,” Lucius muttered, watching his boy as he went over to the lounge with a drink in hand. “When did you get back?”
“Just now,” Draco answered, watching Hermione intently as she was absently writing a note to herself. “Why do you want to know about a mysterious artifact?”
“The usual reasons,” Blaise said. “Were you in France to see Miss Greengrass again?”
“Something like that,” Draco answered casually, taking note of the flickering expression over Hermione’s face when he spoke. “You still haven’t answered…”
Hermione got to her feet, looking over to the younger Malfoy. “I must get going. I have another appointment I must get to. Merlin only knows how much I would have loved to stay in order to bask in the warmth of your company, but I hate being tardy.”
“Then allow me to walk you over to the floo,” Draco said as he paused next to Hermione offering her his arm.
Arching her brow, she took it. Once they were out of the room, she murmured, “You do know that one of these days you’ll have to tell everyone that Miss Greengrass is a lesbian.”
“Yes, I know, Granger, but until that glorious day comes I’ll let them live with the lie,” he told her, stopping in front of the floo and turned to face her. “What’s going on? Remember, I’ve been out of the country and I need to play catch up.”
Hermione debated on telling him or not, but figured he would find out sooner or later from Blaise. She told him what she had been informed of and what their assignment was. By the time she was finished, Draco’s grey eyes were stony.
“And Pothead assigned you to do this with only Blaise?” He snorted. “He’s too trusting by half!”
“Just because Blaise was a Slytherin…”
“Please! As if that makes a difference! And no, it has more to do with the fact the man isn’t trustworthy, period.”
“Why?” she asked, genuinely curious as to why Draco wouldn’t trust whom she thought was his best friend.
“There are three types of people I don’t trust. Zealots, greedy wizards, and muggles…” He stopped her protest by holding his hand up and snapping, “The last we both know is out of ignorance so I don’t even want to get into that.”
“So what is Zabini?” she inquired. “A zealot or a greedy wizard?”
“If there is one lesson his mother taught him well since birth, it’s that money is an excellent companion worth killing for.” He leaned forward and whispered, “I would put nothing past Blaise. Watch your back with him, Granger. And whatever else you do, keep a bezoar stone handy.”
***
“Tell me about Machiavelli’s Plume.”
Severus Snape looked up to see Hermione Granger standing in front of his desk expectantly. “And hello to you as well, Miss Granger.”
Her lips twitched at his wry comment. “Hello, Headmaster. How are you?” She paused and even went so far as to look at her watch before going on with, “Now can you tell me about Machiavelli’s Plume or must we break out the tea, cookies, and lemon crèmes first?”
Rolling his eyes, he said, “Such impatience in you reminds me that you are truly a Gryffindor despite your admirable Slytherin qualities.”
“Forgive my impatience, Headmaster, but I’ve been informed that Dolohov, the LeStrange brothers, and Greyback might be searching for Machiavelli’s Plume. And frankly, I would like to know why.”
The man’s lips tightened at the names and muttered, “Are you certain?”
She shrugged. “People lie all the time. But we are speaking about four of the most loyal as well as powerful of the death eaters. They wouldn’t leave hiding for any willy-nilly reason. The rumor, I can only call it such as it is merely hearsay to myself, is that they are looking for a magical object. Draco and his father both thought it might be the Plume. If it is or not, we can only guess at. But I would like to know about it more so I can be better informed. If I don’t even know the base information, I can’t very well read about it, now can I?”
He nodded slightly as he offered her a seat. “I suppose you would like to know what it is and why it would be so important to those looking for it?”
“That would be lovely,” she murmured, sitting down. “What is it?”
“As the name implies, it was a plume once owned by Niccolò Machiavelli.”
“The man himself,” she whispered thoughtfully.
“Not a man,” he said casually. “But a dark lord.”
Her brows arched at this information. “A wizard?”
Snape nodded. “He was a very dark wizard. He was considered one of the most evil, powerful dark lords ever to live. Not only because his magic was so strong, but because he was willing to do anything that was needed to keep himself in a position of power.”
“Pardon the pun, but how Machiavellian of him,” she said drily, gaining her a glare from the Headmaster.
“Miss Granger, your dry wit though humorous, is highly uncalled for at this moment. Get to your point. I have a school to run.”
“Why look for that plume in particular?” she asked him, still confused as to why they would risk everything for a feather of a former advisor to dictators. “One can pick up plumes anywhere.”
“It’s his quill we are speaking of.” He thought it over and went on to say in a hard voice, “If you are correct and if they are looking to get the plume, this means they are going to try to do something that many thought would be unheard of.”
“And what would that be?” she inquired, feeling a nervous energy filling her gut.
“Why, they will be trying to rewrite history.”
***
It's time once again for my favorite game--The Review Sing-A-Long!!!! As usual, I do not own nor do I profit from any of the song material used. For all the people that may not know the rules or are new to the game, they are as follows--I give you a line to a song, replacing one or more of the words with "review" or forms there of. You have the guess the song and the performer. More times than not, I will give clues. But there will be those times I can't come up with one at all. If the piece has more than one artist that performed it, tell me the one you know. This is all for fun, but I do give credit and fictional non-caloric cookies where credit is due. Let's start, shall we?
"Worry/Why do I let myself worry?/Reviewin'/What in the world did I do?" Okay here are your clues! The lady who is best known for performing this great country-western hit died back in the 1960's and is still considered to this day as one of the greats of the genre. The man who wrote this song (and has performed it as well) is still alive and well, not to mention as crazy as ever. There you go! It's a tough one, but I know you can get it! Have a great day!!!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
***
Chapter Two
The answer hadn’t come from Lucius and had Hermione spinning towards the doorway where Draco Malfoy was lounging against the wood of the jam. Smiling casually, he stood up straighter and strolled over to the bar.
“Looking good, Granger,” he said, as he poured himself a drink. “You have more color to you than I would have reasoned. What with the way they keep you in the cellars at the research department, I would have thought that you would be more pale than my father’s ass.”
“I get out now and again,” she told him. “And I wouldn’t go around making comparisons of that nature. After all, we wouldn’t want any rumors to get started based on your knowledge of your father’s hindquarters.”
Draco let out a crack of laughter, even as his father snapped, “For Merlin sake!”
“Oh father,” his son said, still chuckling. “Don’t you know a joke when you hear one anymore?”
“When I hear one,” Lucius muttered, watching his boy as he went over to the lounge with a drink in hand. “When did you get back?”
“Just now,” Draco answered, watching Hermione intently as she was absently writing a note to herself. “Why do you want to know about a mysterious artifact?”
“The usual reasons,” Blaise said. “Were you in France to see Miss Greengrass again?”
“Something like that,” Draco answered casually, taking note of the flickering expression over Hermione’s face when he spoke. “You still haven’t answered…”
Hermione got to her feet, looking over to the younger Malfoy. “I must get going. I have another appointment I must get to. Merlin only knows how much I would have loved to stay in order to bask in the warmth of your company, but I hate being tardy.”
“Then allow me to walk you over to the floo,” Draco said as he paused next to Hermione offering her his arm.
Arching her brow, she took it. Once they were out of the room, she murmured, “You do know that one of these days you’ll have to tell everyone that Miss Greengrass is a lesbian.”
“Yes, I know, Granger, but until that glorious day comes I’ll let them live with the lie,” he told her, stopping in front of the floo and turned to face her. “What’s going on? Remember, I’ve been out of the country and I need to play catch up.”
Hermione debated on telling him or not, but figured he would find out sooner or later from Blaise. She told him what she had been informed of and what their assignment was. By the time she was finished, Draco’s grey eyes were stony.
“And Pothead assigned you to do this with only Blaise?” He snorted. “He’s too trusting by half!”
“Just because Blaise was a Slytherin…”
“Please! As if that makes a difference! And no, it has more to do with the fact the man isn’t trustworthy, period.”
“Why?” she asked, genuinely curious as to why Draco wouldn’t trust whom she thought was his best friend.
“There are three types of people I don’t trust. Zealots, greedy wizards, and muggles…” He stopped her protest by holding his hand up and snapping, “The last we both know is out of ignorance so I don’t even want to get into that.”
“So what is Zabini?” she inquired. “A zealot or a greedy wizard?”
“If there is one lesson his mother taught him well since birth, it’s that money is an excellent companion worth killing for.” He leaned forward and whispered, “I would put nothing past Blaise. Watch your back with him, Granger. And whatever else you do, keep a bezoar stone handy.”
***
“Tell me about Machiavelli’s Plume.”
Severus Snape looked up to see Hermione Granger standing in front of his desk expectantly. “And hello to you as well, Miss Granger.”
Her lips twitched at his wry comment. “Hello, Headmaster. How are you?” She paused and even went so far as to look at her watch before going on with, “Now can you tell me about Machiavelli’s Plume or must we break out the tea, cookies, and lemon crèmes first?”
Rolling his eyes, he said, “Such impatience in you reminds me that you are truly a Gryffindor despite your admirable Slytherin qualities.”
“Forgive my impatience, Headmaster, but I’ve been informed that Dolohov, the LeStrange brothers, and Greyback might be searching for Machiavelli’s Plume. And frankly, I would like to know why.”
The man’s lips tightened at the names and muttered, “Are you certain?”
She shrugged. “People lie all the time. But we are speaking about four of the most loyal as well as powerful of the death eaters. They wouldn’t leave hiding for any willy-nilly reason. The rumor, I can only call it such as it is merely hearsay to myself, is that they are looking for a magical object. Draco and his father both thought it might be the Plume. If it is or not, we can only guess at. But I would like to know about it more so I can be better informed. If I don’t even know the base information, I can’t very well read about it, now can I?”
He nodded slightly as he offered her a seat. “I suppose you would like to know what it is and why it would be so important to those looking for it?”
“That would be lovely,” she murmured, sitting down. “What is it?”
“As the name implies, it was a plume once owned by Niccolò Machiavelli.”
“The man himself,” she whispered thoughtfully.
“Not a man,” he said casually. “But a dark lord.”
Her brows arched at this information. “A wizard?”
Snape nodded. “He was a very dark wizard. He was considered one of the most evil, powerful dark lords ever to live. Not only because his magic was so strong, but because he was willing to do anything that was needed to keep himself in a position of power.”
“Pardon the pun, but how Machiavellian of him,” she said drily, gaining her a glare from the Headmaster.
“Miss Granger, your dry wit though humorous, is highly uncalled for at this moment. Get to your point. I have a school to run.”
“Why look for that plume in particular?” she asked him, still confused as to why they would risk everything for a feather of a former advisor to dictators. “One can pick up plumes anywhere.”
“It’s his quill we are speaking of.” He thought it over and went on to say in a hard voice, “If you are correct and if they are looking to get the plume, this means they are going to try to do something that many thought would be unheard of.”
“And what would that be?” she inquired, feeling a nervous energy filling her gut.
“Why, they will be trying to rewrite history.”
***
It's time once again for my favorite game--The Review Sing-A-Long!!!! As usual, I do not own nor do I profit from any of the song material used. For all the people that may not know the rules or are new to the game, they are as follows--I give you a line to a song, replacing one or more of the words with "review" or forms there of. You have the guess the song and the performer. More times than not, I will give clues. But there will be those times I can't come up with one at all. If the piece has more than one artist that performed it, tell me the one you know. This is all for fun, but I do give credit and fictional non-caloric cookies where credit is due. Let's start, shall we?
"Worry/Why do I let myself worry?/Reviewin'/What in the world did I do?" Okay here are your clues! The lady who is best known for performing this great country-western hit died back in the 1960's and is still considered to this day as one of the greats of the genre. The man who wrote this song (and has performed it as well) is still alive and well, not to mention as crazy as ever. There you go! It's a tough one, but I know you can get it! Have a great day!!!