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Chapter 3
Joined at the Hip
by
Jeslyn Nighthawk
A/N: So, I have finally pulled my muse out of her whole somewhere in Greece long enough to write a chapter. There is almost no plot, but hopefully it will do until I can manage to tie her down again. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed, I was thrilled! And I’m glad people like cha chaperone idea, I wasn\'t sure that was going to fly… Now on to the chapter!
Disclaimer: I promise to take them to the cleaner\'s before I return them to their rightful owner, JKR.
Chapter 3
Hermione couldn\'t help but fidget as she stood behind her Potions Master, just outside the door to his chambers. No one would blame her for her nerves, she knew. After all, what would a poor unsuspecting Gryffindor have to expect from the evil git who had terrorized his Potions classes for so many years? Surely the place would be decorated with all manner of implements of torture and… well not mayhem, for all of the Great Bat\'s students were aware that he prized order and control over everything except perhaps the coveted Dark Arts position. Still, despite her more reasonable inner voice\'s protestations (it was thoroughly squashed in Hermione\'s panic), Hermione found herself anticipating stone walls lit by iron torches, chains and manacles hanging from said walls, and jars of bits and pieces of unfortunate students and their equally unfortunate familiars decorating wrought iron furniture…
So Hermione shifted from one foot to the other waiting with anxiety bordering on terror for Professor Snape to bring down his wards and allow her into his private rooms. He had not been too terrible to her while they worked together to bottle the remains of the potion and clean up the mess in the classroom, but Hermione held no hope that this would be anything but a horrendous experience. She chewed on her lower lip, nervously.
Finally, after what seemed like eons, the door swung open, and Professor Snape stepped to the side, motioning for her to enter.
Trembling and feeling as if perhaps she were an innocent mouse being led into the serpent\'s den, Hermione stepped into the room, and had to hide her gasp of surprised delight. The room was bathed in the warm glow of candles, which reflected off of the polished surface of darkish red wood shelves and tables all adorned with books. Snape\'s sitting room was filled nearly to the brim with books. The desk was littered with them; all chairs but one were piled high; every other flat surface was utilized to its maximum book-holding capacity.
Hermione took another step in, her hand automatically reaching for the nearest book to hand, what looked like a nearly ancient leather bound alchemical text.
Her fingers were less than a centimeter from brushing the old binding when Snape\'s voice cut through her book induced haze, \"Miss Granger!\" He snapped, freezing her hand where it was, \"Do not for a moment think that just because I am being forced to tolerate your presence in my private quarters, that you have permission to touch my possessions!\"
Hermione\'s hand fell to her side, even as she felt her heart drop at the thought of the knowledge being withheld from her. \"Yes, sir,\" she mumbled, \'\'sorry, sir.\"
\"Yes. Well,\" Snape actually looked a bit nonplussed at her easy retreat, \"just don\'t let it happen again.\"
\"I won\'t, sir.\"
***
Severus didn\'t know what to make of the newer, more submissive, Miss Granger. She had boddloddly quiet as they had cleaned up the classroom, and as she was not making an overt nuisance of herself, Severus had been content to just ignore the girl. As much as he could while she was stuck to him, anyway. He had been particularly hesitant to allow the chit into his rooms, knowing her love for all things written as he did. He knew his collection was spectacular; he had worked for years building it. But he did not want Hermione Granger sticking her know-it-all nose in his books. They were his- probably the only things in his life that were completely his own.
So, when the girl had reached out to touch a particularly valuable alchemical text written by Agrippa, Severus was unable to restrain his knee-jerk reaction in which he snapped at the girl. He was, however, completely unprepared for her acquiescence. This was the same girl who had snarked at him when they had first discovered their predicament…wasn\'t it?
\"Yes. Well,\" He was at a loss for what to say, \"Just don\'t let it happen again.\" Perhaps he should chalk it all up to shock over their situation. Or maybe he had crushed her hopes at having free reign among his books? Now there was a thought to keep you warm at night… Still, no use hoping: it probably was shock.
\"I won\'t, sir.\" Dear Merlin! Someone should put Miss Granger into shock every day! She was positively biddable this way.
Deciding it was best to get it all over with as soon as possible, Severus motioned for her to follow him into the bedroom. As he suspected, House Elves had already moved in two extra small beds (though they were tlestless still very comfortable beds) and two screens for privacy. Of course, one of the beds, was practically butting up against his bed, but that was hardly something that could be avoided. The screen separating the two would have to do. Also, two small bureaus had been moved in, likely to house Minerva and Miss Granger\'s things.
Severus turned to see the girl\'s reaction. She seemed to get paler when she realized how close their beds were, but otherwise seemed unaffected. Deciding they had best see the worst of it, Severus moved into the bathroom, essentially dragging the hapless Miss Granger with him. Once again, a screen had been provided for privacy, but it did leave Severus wondering what the other would do when one of them was bathing. The thought of just standing there for what could be hours made Severus want to die of boredom just thinking about it. Without bothering to see Miss Granger\'s reaction, Severus conjured a comfortable armchair and small table and placed an anti-humidity charm on the immediate area. Now at least they would be able to read.
Finally, Severus turned to Miss Granger. If possible, the girl looked even paler than before: her countenance was positively ashen.
Hoping to get her to sit down before she did something like faint, Severus began to try and cajole her over to the new armchair. \"Miss Granger, perhaps-\" He got no further, for at that moment he was interrupted by the formidable Minerva McGonagall screeching from his sitting room, \"Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, what the bloody hell have you two gotten yourselves into!?\"
TBC
A/N: There it is, another chapter! Please, please, please, please review! Also, if anyone cares, I have a LJ noave ave for a while actually but decided I should let people know), it is http://www.livejournal.com/users/katerina_black/ All friends are welcome to visit “The Sixteen Wao Sho Shag Severus Snape.” Thanks for reading, and once again, please leave a review on your way out.
-Jes
by
Jeslyn Nighthawk
A/N: So, I have finally pulled my muse out of her whole somewhere in Greece long enough to write a chapter. There is almost no plot, but hopefully it will do until I can manage to tie her down again. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed, I was thrilled! And I’m glad people like cha chaperone idea, I wasn\'t sure that was going to fly… Now on to the chapter!
Disclaimer: I promise to take them to the cleaner\'s before I return them to their rightful owner, JKR.
Chapter 3
Hermione couldn\'t help but fidget as she stood behind her Potions Master, just outside the door to his chambers. No one would blame her for her nerves, she knew. After all, what would a poor unsuspecting Gryffindor have to expect from the evil git who had terrorized his Potions classes for so many years? Surely the place would be decorated with all manner of implements of torture and… well not mayhem, for all of the Great Bat\'s students were aware that he prized order and control over everything except perhaps the coveted Dark Arts position. Still, despite her more reasonable inner voice\'s protestations (it was thoroughly squashed in Hermione\'s panic), Hermione found herself anticipating stone walls lit by iron torches, chains and manacles hanging from said walls, and jars of bits and pieces of unfortunate students and their equally unfortunate familiars decorating wrought iron furniture…
So Hermione shifted from one foot to the other waiting with anxiety bordering on terror for Professor Snape to bring down his wards and allow her into his private rooms. He had not been too terrible to her while they worked together to bottle the remains of the potion and clean up the mess in the classroom, but Hermione held no hope that this would be anything but a horrendous experience. She chewed on her lower lip, nervously.
Finally, after what seemed like eons, the door swung open, and Professor Snape stepped to the side, motioning for her to enter.
Trembling and feeling as if perhaps she were an innocent mouse being led into the serpent\'s den, Hermione stepped into the room, and had to hide her gasp of surprised delight. The room was bathed in the warm glow of candles, which reflected off of the polished surface of darkish red wood shelves and tables all adorned with books. Snape\'s sitting room was filled nearly to the brim with books. The desk was littered with them; all chairs but one were piled high; every other flat surface was utilized to its maximum book-holding capacity.
Hermione took another step in, her hand automatically reaching for the nearest book to hand, what looked like a nearly ancient leather bound alchemical text.
Her fingers were less than a centimeter from brushing the old binding when Snape\'s voice cut through her book induced haze, \"Miss Granger!\" He snapped, freezing her hand where it was, \"Do not for a moment think that just because I am being forced to tolerate your presence in my private quarters, that you have permission to touch my possessions!\"
Hermione\'s hand fell to her side, even as she felt her heart drop at the thought of the knowledge being withheld from her. \"Yes, sir,\" she mumbled, \'\'sorry, sir.\"
\"Yes. Well,\" Snape actually looked a bit nonplussed at her easy retreat, \"just don\'t let it happen again.\"
\"I won\'t, sir.\"
***
Severus didn\'t know what to make of the newer, more submissive, Miss Granger. She had boddloddly quiet as they had cleaned up the classroom, and as she was not making an overt nuisance of herself, Severus had been content to just ignore the girl. As much as he could while she was stuck to him, anyway. He had been particularly hesitant to allow the chit into his rooms, knowing her love for all things written as he did. He knew his collection was spectacular; he had worked for years building it. But he did not want Hermione Granger sticking her know-it-all nose in his books. They were his- probably the only things in his life that were completely his own.
So, when the girl had reached out to touch a particularly valuable alchemical text written by Agrippa, Severus was unable to restrain his knee-jerk reaction in which he snapped at the girl. He was, however, completely unprepared for her acquiescence. This was the same girl who had snarked at him when they had first discovered their predicament…wasn\'t it?
\"Yes. Well,\" He was at a loss for what to say, \"Just don\'t let it happen again.\" Perhaps he should chalk it all up to shock over their situation. Or maybe he had crushed her hopes at having free reign among his books? Now there was a thought to keep you warm at night… Still, no use hoping: it probably was shock.
\"I won\'t, sir.\" Dear Merlin! Someone should put Miss Granger into shock every day! She was positively biddable this way.
Deciding it was best to get it all over with as soon as possible, Severus motioned for her to follow him into the bedroom. As he suspected, House Elves had already moved in two extra small beds (though they were tlestless still very comfortable beds) and two screens for privacy. Of course, one of the beds, was practically butting up against his bed, but that was hardly something that could be avoided. The screen separating the two would have to do. Also, two small bureaus had been moved in, likely to house Minerva and Miss Granger\'s things.
Severus turned to see the girl\'s reaction. She seemed to get paler when she realized how close their beds were, but otherwise seemed unaffected. Deciding they had best see the worst of it, Severus moved into the bathroom, essentially dragging the hapless Miss Granger with him. Once again, a screen had been provided for privacy, but it did leave Severus wondering what the other would do when one of them was bathing. The thought of just standing there for what could be hours made Severus want to die of boredom just thinking about it. Without bothering to see Miss Granger\'s reaction, Severus conjured a comfortable armchair and small table and placed an anti-humidity charm on the immediate area. Now at least they would be able to read.
Finally, Severus turned to Miss Granger. If possible, the girl looked even paler than before: her countenance was positively ashen.
Hoping to get her to sit down before she did something like faint, Severus began to try and cajole her over to the new armchair. \"Miss Granger, perhaps-\" He got no further, for at that moment he was interrupted by the formidable Minerva McGonagall screeching from his sitting room, \"Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, what the bloody hell have you two gotten yourselves into!?\"
TBC
A/N: There it is, another chapter! Please, please, please, please review! Also, if anyone cares, I have a LJ noave ave for a while actually but decided I should let people know), it is http://www.livejournal.com/users/katerina_black/ All friends are welcome to visit “The Sixteen Wao Sho Shag Severus Snape.” Thanks for reading, and once again, please leave a review on your way out.
-Jes