The Fae Within
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2. Encounter in the Potions Lab
Author's Note: Still tired, still no outgoing plumbing. But hey, otherwise life is good! I hope there are not too many errors in this chapter, I was trying to get it done ASAP. Hope that you don't find that it's getting lame, but if you do, let me know! And thanks for the reviews!
Chapter Two.
“Well, brother, are you not going to introduce to me to this earthbound angel?” Jareth repeated with a raised eyebrow. He knew he was laying it on thick, but part of him absolutely loved niggling Severus whenever he could.
“Brother?” the ashen-faced brunette asked, perplexed. “But Professor, I thought you were an only child?”
Severus sighed. Would the nosy little Gryffindor never learn to shut up?
“Miss Granger, this is my half-brother, his Royal Highness King Jareth of the Goblins, Lord of the Underground and Keeper of the Labyrinth.”
His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he listed Jareth’s various titles.
He then continued with, “Jareth, this is Miss Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and most promising witch to come to Hogwarts in years, despite being Muggle-born.”
Somehow, Severus’ introduction of Hermione sounded much more sincere, and almost like praise. Hermione was in shock; not just from her snarky Potions Professor’s flattering words, but because it would appear that she was also in the presence of Royalty… and magical royalty at that!
“Enchanted, my dear,” Jareth replied with a low bow, prying Hermione’s hand from Severus’ grasp and kissing it softly. Hermione’s heart skipped a beat as she lost herself in the Goblin King’s eyes. Jareth smiled seductively; this chestnut-haired beauty had innocence, but he sensed that she also had a great deal of passion burning from within.
“Hermione is my student,” Severus barked, immediately seeing his brother’s interest, “and only seventeen!”
“I’ll be eighteen the second week of September,” Hermione breathed, forgetting herself once again.
Severus scowled at Jareth, who smirked in response. “It’s a good thing I’m not a teacher here. It would certainly put a damper on so many possibilities.”
The words had not been spoken, yet Severus heard them as clearly as if they had. “Back off, Jareth; this is one girl I won’t allow you to seduce.”
“And why not? Do I sense a little interest on your part, brother? Naughty, naughty; you’re her professor, after all.”
“That has nothing to do with it; I am not interested, and she is no longer my student. But I still feel the obligation to protect her, as I would any of my former students; especially from the likes of you!”
Hermione watched as the two men glared at each other, then said, “Exactly how is it that the two of you are related?”
“We share the same father,” Jareth replied, breaking eye contact with Severus to smile at Hermione. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something about him that caused flutters in her chest, and a slight dampness in her panties. He exuded sexiness from every pore, and Hermione couldn’t help but to be mesmerized.
But it wasn’t as though Professor Snape didn’t catch her attention in a similar manner. With his throaty purr, piecing eyes, and imposing manner, Severus was the true definition of ‘tall, dark and handsome.’ And Hermione had watched him with desire in her heart since the first inklings of womanhood had descended years earlier.
“Yes, we share the same father,” Severus echoed, “Fionnbharr, Fae King of Ulster. So, as you can see, Miss Granger, I am the Half Blood Prince in more ways than one.”
“Fae?” Hermione gasped, “As in faery?”
Severus narrowed his eyes dark, and muttered, “As in not Muggle at all. Half Wizard, half Fae.”
“And no Snape?”
“Yes, that is correct, Miss Granger,” Severus replied in exasperation, rolling his eyes heavenward, “No Snape. Not a drop. Zip. Zilch. Nada.”
“So that’s why Tobias hated you,” Hermione said sadly, dropping her gaze to the stone floor.
Severus’ demeanor immediately changed from almost-pleasant, to downright cold. “Don’t ever speak of things you have no knowledge of,” he hissed. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” Hermione replied, shrinking away from Severus and into Jareth’s waiting arms. Jareth’s eyes quickly met Severus’, who growled in response to his infuriating brother’s smirk.
Jareth held Hermione close, and buried his face in her silken locks. “Hush kitten,” he murmured as she shuddered, “I’ll keep you safe from the bad man.”
Severus was aghast; how dare Jareth play hero with young Miss Granger? The wheels in his head were spinning at an alarming rate… why should he care? Hermione had always been nothing but a Gryffindor pain in the arse, the know-it-all that she was.
When the hell had he started thinking of her as Hermione?
No! Think of her as Miss Granger, he told himself. Keep it cut and dry, student-teacher relationship. Do not look into her warm eyes. Do not watch her as she nervously bites her lower lip, ignore how absolutely delectable she looks.
Shit.
Severus knew he was lost.
“I’m sorry, Miss Granger,” he managed to stutter out, “I should not have snapped at you in that manner.” Severus lowered his eyes to the floor and had the decency to look somewhat shameful.
“It’s ok, I just…”
Hermione was cut off by the appearance of a ghostly spectre. Neither Severus nor Jareth were the least bit surprised, but Hermione reacted by bursting into tears.
“Oh my gods, Harry, I’m so sorry!” she wailed. “I tried so hard to make you better!”
Severus and Jareth exchanged puzzled looks. Hermione didn’t already know?
“I wasn’t aware that you had not heard of Harry’s passing,” Severus said gently, “I know he was a good friend to you, especially during these terrible times.”
“But he was still stable half an hour ago! I should have never left him; it’s all my fault!”
“Hermione,” Jareth whispered, turning her to face him, “We’ve been seeing this ghost for well over a month. I’m not sure I understand… your friend, he’s in your care? And he was alive earlier this afternoon?”
Hermione wiped her nose on her sleeve, suddenly looking younger than her seventeen years.
“He’s been in a coma since just after he saw Dumbledore die.”
“If that is the case, then it would appear that we’re not dealing with a ghost at all,” Severus pondered. “Harry must be using astral projection in his unconscious state.”
Hermione watched as the apparition smiled and settled itself into a chair.
“You know Severus, he’s been so much happier since we came to that understanding,” Jareth mused.
“Absolutely. I think that was the best idea you ever came up with.”
“I don’t understand,” Hermione stated, some of her Gryffindor bravery coming back up to the surface as she pulled away from Jareth and walked up to Harry’s silvery form.
“Well,” Severus drawled, “We got tired of him harassing us at every turn, so we gave him an assignment.”
“An assignment?”
“Given his current physical state, he’s completely invincible. So we tried to think of what he would find most entertaining. The answer was simple; we sent him off to harass Voldemort.”
Chapter Two.
“Well, brother, are you not going to introduce to me to this earthbound angel?” Jareth repeated with a raised eyebrow. He knew he was laying it on thick, but part of him absolutely loved niggling Severus whenever he could.
“Brother?” the ashen-faced brunette asked, perplexed. “But Professor, I thought you were an only child?”
Severus sighed. Would the nosy little Gryffindor never learn to shut up?
“Miss Granger, this is my half-brother, his Royal Highness King Jareth of the Goblins, Lord of the Underground and Keeper of the Labyrinth.”
His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he listed Jareth’s various titles.
He then continued with, “Jareth, this is Miss Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and most promising witch to come to Hogwarts in years, despite being Muggle-born.”
Somehow, Severus’ introduction of Hermione sounded much more sincere, and almost like praise. Hermione was in shock; not just from her snarky Potions Professor’s flattering words, but because it would appear that she was also in the presence of Royalty… and magical royalty at that!
“Enchanted, my dear,” Jareth replied with a low bow, prying Hermione’s hand from Severus’ grasp and kissing it softly. Hermione’s heart skipped a beat as she lost herself in the Goblin King’s eyes. Jareth smiled seductively; this chestnut-haired beauty had innocence, but he sensed that she also had a great deal of passion burning from within.
“Hermione is my student,” Severus barked, immediately seeing his brother’s interest, “and only seventeen!”
“I’ll be eighteen the second week of September,” Hermione breathed, forgetting herself once again.
Severus scowled at Jareth, who smirked in response. “It’s a good thing I’m not a teacher here. It would certainly put a damper on so many possibilities.”
The words had not been spoken, yet Severus heard them as clearly as if they had. “Back off, Jareth; this is one girl I won’t allow you to seduce.”
“And why not? Do I sense a little interest on your part, brother? Naughty, naughty; you’re her professor, after all.”
“That has nothing to do with it; I am not interested, and she is no longer my student. But I still feel the obligation to protect her, as I would any of my former students; especially from the likes of you!”
Hermione watched as the two men glared at each other, then said, “Exactly how is it that the two of you are related?”
“We share the same father,” Jareth replied, breaking eye contact with Severus to smile at Hermione. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something about him that caused flutters in her chest, and a slight dampness in her panties. He exuded sexiness from every pore, and Hermione couldn’t help but to be mesmerized.
But it wasn’t as though Professor Snape didn’t catch her attention in a similar manner. With his throaty purr, piecing eyes, and imposing manner, Severus was the true definition of ‘tall, dark and handsome.’ And Hermione had watched him with desire in her heart since the first inklings of womanhood had descended years earlier.
“Yes, we share the same father,” Severus echoed, “Fionnbharr, Fae King of Ulster. So, as you can see, Miss Granger, I am the Half Blood Prince in more ways than one.”
“Fae?” Hermione gasped, “As in faery?”
Severus narrowed his eyes dark, and muttered, “As in not Muggle at all. Half Wizard, half Fae.”
“And no Snape?”
“Yes, that is correct, Miss Granger,” Severus replied in exasperation, rolling his eyes heavenward, “No Snape. Not a drop. Zip. Zilch. Nada.”
“So that’s why Tobias hated you,” Hermione said sadly, dropping her gaze to the stone floor.
Severus’ demeanor immediately changed from almost-pleasant, to downright cold. “Don’t ever speak of things you have no knowledge of,” he hissed. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” Hermione replied, shrinking away from Severus and into Jareth’s waiting arms. Jareth’s eyes quickly met Severus’, who growled in response to his infuriating brother’s smirk.
Jareth held Hermione close, and buried his face in her silken locks. “Hush kitten,” he murmured as she shuddered, “I’ll keep you safe from the bad man.”
Severus was aghast; how dare Jareth play hero with young Miss Granger? The wheels in his head were spinning at an alarming rate… why should he care? Hermione had always been nothing but a Gryffindor pain in the arse, the know-it-all that she was.
When the hell had he started thinking of her as Hermione?
No! Think of her as Miss Granger, he told himself. Keep it cut and dry, student-teacher relationship. Do not look into her warm eyes. Do not watch her as she nervously bites her lower lip, ignore how absolutely delectable she looks.
Shit.
Severus knew he was lost.
“I’m sorry, Miss Granger,” he managed to stutter out, “I should not have snapped at you in that manner.” Severus lowered his eyes to the floor and had the decency to look somewhat shameful.
“It’s ok, I just…”
Hermione was cut off by the appearance of a ghostly spectre. Neither Severus nor Jareth were the least bit surprised, but Hermione reacted by bursting into tears.
“Oh my gods, Harry, I’m so sorry!” she wailed. “I tried so hard to make you better!”
Severus and Jareth exchanged puzzled looks. Hermione didn’t already know?
“I wasn’t aware that you had not heard of Harry’s passing,” Severus said gently, “I know he was a good friend to you, especially during these terrible times.”
“But he was still stable half an hour ago! I should have never left him; it’s all my fault!”
“Hermione,” Jareth whispered, turning her to face him, “We’ve been seeing this ghost for well over a month. I’m not sure I understand… your friend, he’s in your care? And he was alive earlier this afternoon?”
Hermione wiped her nose on her sleeve, suddenly looking younger than her seventeen years.
“He’s been in a coma since just after he saw Dumbledore die.”
“If that is the case, then it would appear that we’re not dealing with a ghost at all,” Severus pondered. “Harry must be using astral projection in his unconscious state.”
Hermione watched as the apparition smiled and settled itself into a chair.
“You know Severus, he’s been so much happier since we came to that understanding,” Jareth mused.
“Absolutely. I think that was the best idea you ever came up with.”
“I don’t understand,” Hermione stated, some of her Gryffindor bravery coming back up to the surface as she pulled away from Jareth and walked up to Harry’s silvery form.
“Well,” Severus drawled, “We got tired of him harassing us at every turn, so we gave him an assignment.”
“An assignment?”
“Given his current physical state, he’s completely invincible. So we tried to think of what he would find most entertaining. The answer was simple; we sent him off to harass Voldemort.”