A Dark Scenario
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
39,158
Reviews:
111
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Good Morning, Hermione (Very, very short chapter)
Chapter 25 ~ Good Morning, Hermione (Very Short)
Hermione let out a tiny groan and half opened her rather gummy eyes.
"Ooooh," she breathed, shifting slightly under the weight of the covers. The scent of cooking reached her nostrils. Normally, she'd enjoy the smell of breakfast.
But not this morning. Suddenly . . .
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANKETY CLANG!"
Hermione let out a shriek and sat up, covering her ears as the noise continued for about ten seconds more. When it stopped, she opened her eyes to see Snape standing over her, two black cast iron skillets in his pale hands.
"You . . . you git!" she hissed at him.
"Time to get up," he said, turning and walking into the kitchen area.
Hermione looked around to see she was on the floor with a heavy quilt wrapped around her.
"What am I doing on the floor?" she demanded, getting up furiously and stalking into the kitchen, where Snape was busily scraping something onto a plate. She was still in her jeans, and her repaired shirt had been put back on her.
"You were sleeping, of course," he said shortly.
Hermione scowled at his back.
"I know I was sleeping. Why was I on the floor?"
"Because you slept there."
Hermione was about to give him a scathing reply when he turned and held up a plate of very runny eggs on toast under her nose.
"Breakfast," he said.
Hermione took one look at the runny whites and broken yellow yolks, covered her mouth and bolted out the back door toward the outhouse.
Snape smirked after her and put the food on the table
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A/N: I know. Very short. Sorry. Thanks for reading.
Hermione let out a tiny groan and half opened her rather gummy eyes.
"Ooooh," she breathed, shifting slightly under the weight of the covers. The scent of cooking reached her nostrils. Normally, she'd enjoy the smell of breakfast.
But not this morning. Suddenly . . .
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANKETY CLANG!"
Hermione let out a shriek and sat up, covering her ears as the noise continued for about ten seconds more. When it stopped, she opened her eyes to see Snape standing over her, two black cast iron skillets in his pale hands.
"You . . . you git!" she hissed at him.
"Time to get up," he said, turning and walking into the kitchen area.
Hermione looked around to see she was on the floor with a heavy quilt wrapped around her.
"What am I doing on the floor?" she demanded, getting up furiously and stalking into the kitchen, where Snape was busily scraping something onto a plate. She was still in her jeans, and her repaired shirt had been put back on her.
"You were sleeping, of course," he said shortly.
Hermione scowled at his back.
"I know I was sleeping. Why was I on the floor?"
"Because you slept there."
Hermione was about to give him a scathing reply when he turned and held up a plate of very runny eggs on toast under her nose.
"Breakfast," he said.
Hermione took one look at the runny whites and broken yellow yolks, covered her mouth and bolted out the back door toward the outhouse.
Snape smirked after her and put the food on the table
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A/N: I know. Very short. Sorry. Thanks for reading.