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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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A Troubled Potions Master
I own nothing having to do with the world of Harry Potter nor am I making any money by writing this story.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I\'m sorry for the delay in posting. I\'ll try to do it quicker from now on. :)
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Hermione was in the lab for almost three hours preparing the ingredients for more than 4 batches of wolfsbane potion. She had already started two brewing. Snape hadn\'t asked her to do that and would most likely snarl ar ber because she did, but she didn\'t care. \'I hope the bastard\'s okay in there; he must have been exhausted to be taking a three hour nap\' she thought to herself as she added a bit of crushed Geum urbanum root to one of the simmering cauldrons.
In the next room, Severus awoke with a start.
\"What the hell is that smell?\" he said aloud. \"Surely she didn\'t start brewing the potions!\"
He ran to the lab in a panic, expecting to see at least one batch of potion ruined at the hands of a lesser mortal such as Miss Granger. He was utterly bewildered when he reached the lab out of breath only to find Hermione calmly crushing the Geum urbanum root for one of the potions. She turned and looked up at him calculatingly.
\"You still look like a zombie, professor. Maybe you should go back and sleep some more.\" She turned back to the cauldron.
A deep growl was his only reply before he swept up to the cauldron she was pouring the roots into. He watched her in silence as the last of the root dropped off of the wooden measuring device and then cleared his throat softly. Hermione ignored the very \'Umbridge-like\' interruption and said \"There are two potions brewing and enough ingredieto mto make two more at least. I also went ahead and started on research for a lycanthropy cure. I came across a plant that I think might be useful in our research.\" She looked up at him again and waited for him to speak.
He didn\'t speak, he snapped.
\"Miss Granger, whatever gave you the idea that I would allow you to work on the potion on your own? Did I not clearly ask you to prepare the ingredients FOR the potion and NOT the potion itself?\"
Hermione bit her lower lip and looked into her cauldron. How did he always make her feel so stupid? She was helping the damn bastard and all he could do was belittle her. She narrowed her eyes and glared into his black orbs.
\"I was under the impression, Professor, that I am here to assist you with making the wolfsbane potions and help find a cure for Lycanthropy. Is that not what I have been doing for the past few hours while your lazy arse has been kipping in the next room?\" Her blood was boiling. She had gone through all this work and he was being a git. Her eyes were flashing dangerously at him, but they did nothing to rival the look he gave her upon hearing her words.
\"50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!\" Snape shouted, his face burning with anger.
Hermione snorted. \"Pity school hasn\'t started yet. Taking points from my house is as empty a threat as giving me detention, considering I have to spend so much time with you anyway, it can hardly get worse!\" she noted with satisfaction that Snape\'s left eye was twitching.
\"Miss Granger you are a student of this school and I am your professor you will never speak to me in that manner again do I make myself clear?\" He spoke barely above a whisper without pausing or taking a breath. His temper was rising higher than it had when Harry thwarted his capture of Sirius and thus robbed him of the Order of Merlin.
Hermione opened her mouth to strike back but thought better of it. Instead, she sighed loudly and glared at him for a moment before stalking off towards her own quarters.
Snape was still waiting for an answer; he shouted at her form as it passed through her own door. \"I said DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR??\"
A loud BANG when Hermione slammed her door was all that answered him.
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Severus glared at the door of her room for a few minutes before shaking himself into the present. His eyes hardened even more as he looked at the cauldrons simmering quietly in the midst of the lab. She knew what she was doing almost as much as he did. That irked him beyond imagination. What gave her, Hermione the Gryffindor know-it-all, the right to show near-equal talent at making the wolfsbane potion? Nothing, that\'s what. She should have had the sense to let HIM do the brewing.
He bent over one of the brewing potions and used the ladle to check its consistency. \"Bloody perfect, Hermione,\" he muttered to himself.
\'It\'s strange,\' he thought, \'that the very woman who just left the room in a huff of anger, who caused me to lose my temper, is the same girl who just hours ago made me wish I was a student here again. That\'s what I get for letting my mind separate from my body for an instant. I should never have thought like that about a child.\' Another voice entered his mind; \'but she\'s NOT a child, Severus, remember the Time-Turner she used? She is of age, oll bll be, come September.\' He hastily pushed this thought away. It was not fair to him or to Hermione for him to be thinking such things about her. Even if she wasn\'t technically a child, she was still an innocent. What right did he have to even imagine being the one to relieve her of that innocence?
Shaking his head viciously, Severus lowered the flames under the cauldrons and added the carefully sliced ginger root to the brewing potions. He chuckled to himself; he had never in his life been face to face with someone who could match his tongue-lashing as much as Hermione had, with the exception of Voldemort. His face hardened again and he cringed inwardly at the thought of Voldemort. Severus knew the Dark Lord was due to call his \'loyal\' Death Eaters to him any day now. What with the battle at the ministry, there was no doubt that \'He-who-must-not-be-named\' had returned. The snake could no longer hide behind the so-called crazy tales of Harry Potter.
Severus sighed heavily and rubbed his temple with his thumb and forefinger as though to erase the thoughts of the call he knew would soon come. He then lowered his hand and drew back the left sleeve of his robe and glared down at the Mark burned there, willing it to fade away like any ordinary scar. After a few moments, he found it too painful to look at it any longer. He closed his eyes tightly and hissed through his teeth. \"How could I have been so foolish! Even if I wasn\'t her professor, a Death Eater has no place in the arms of a respectable woman, let alone Hermione Granger!\" His voice grew as he spoke and the final words were almost shrieked to the listening walls of the dungeons. Self-hatred dripped from his eyes as he turned to his reflection in the magic window of the lab.
He stared at himself in the darkened window, watching his right hand close over his left forearm. \"No,\" he said, \"she does not deserve this evilness that I posses.\" He let his arms drop to his side and hung his head. His silky black hair fell down like dark curtains over his pale face as he stood motionless; his double in the window let out a deep sigh and then faded away as the glass was spattered with a sudden rain.
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Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I\'m sorry for the delay in posting. I\'ll try to do it quicker from now on. :)
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Hermione was in the lab for almost three hours preparing the ingredients for more than 4 batches of wolfsbane potion. She had already started two brewing. Snape hadn\'t asked her to do that and would most likely snarl ar ber because she did, but she didn\'t care. \'I hope the bastard\'s okay in there; he must have been exhausted to be taking a three hour nap\' she thought to herself as she added a bit of crushed Geum urbanum root to one of the simmering cauldrons.
In the next room, Severus awoke with a start.
\"What the hell is that smell?\" he said aloud. \"Surely she didn\'t start brewing the potions!\"
He ran to the lab in a panic, expecting to see at least one batch of potion ruined at the hands of a lesser mortal such as Miss Granger. He was utterly bewildered when he reached the lab out of breath only to find Hermione calmly crushing the Geum urbanum root for one of the potions. She turned and looked up at him calculatingly.
\"You still look like a zombie, professor. Maybe you should go back and sleep some more.\" She turned back to the cauldron.
A deep growl was his only reply before he swept up to the cauldron she was pouring the roots into. He watched her in silence as the last of the root dropped off of the wooden measuring device and then cleared his throat softly. Hermione ignored the very \'Umbridge-like\' interruption and said \"There are two potions brewing and enough ingredieto mto make two more at least. I also went ahead and started on research for a lycanthropy cure. I came across a plant that I think might be useful in our research.\" She looked up at him again and waited for him to speak.
He didn\'t speak, he snapped.
\"Miss Granger, whatever gave you the idea that I would allow you to work on the potion on your own? Did I not clearly ask you to prepare the ingredients FOR the potion and NOT the potion itself?\"
Hermione bit her lower lip and looked into her cauldron. How did he always make her feel so stupid? She was helping the damn bastard and all he could do was belittle her. She narrowed her eyes and glared into his black orbs.
\"I was under the impression, Professor, that I am here to assist you with making the wolfsbane potions and help find a cure for Lycanthropy. Is that not what I have been doing for the past few hours while your lazy arse has been kipping in the next room?\" Her blood was boiling. She had gone through all this work and he was being a git. Her eyes were flashing dangerously at him, but they did nothing to rival the look he gave her upon hearing her words.
\"50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!!\" Snape shouted, his face burning with anger.
Hermione snorted. \"Pity school hasn\'t started yet. Taking points from my house is as empty a threat as giving me detention, considering I have to spend so much time with you anyway, it can hardly get worse!\" she noted with satisfaction that Snape\'s left eye was twitching.
\"Miss Granger you are a student of this school and I am your professor you will never speak to me in that manner again do I make myself clear?\" He spoke barely above a whisper without pausing or taking a breath. His temper was rising higher than it had when Harry thwarted his capture of Sirius and thus robbed him of the Order of Merlin.
Hermione opened her mouth to strike back but thought better of it. Instead, she sighed loudly and glared at him for a moment before stalking off towards her own quarters.
Snape was still waiting for an answer; he shouted at her form as it passed through her own door. \"I said DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR??\"
A loud BANG when Hermione slammed her door was all that answered him.
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Severus glared at the door of her room for a few minutes before shaking himself into the present. His eyes hardened even more as he looked at the cauldrons simmering quietly in the midst of the lab. She knew what she was doing almost as much as he did. That irked him beyond imagination. What gave her, Hermione the Gryffindor know-it-all, the right to show near-equal talent at making the wolfsbane potion? Nothing, that\'s what. She should have had the sense to let HIM do the brewing.
He bent over one of the brewing potions and used the ladle to check its consistency. \"Bloody perfect, Hermione,\" he muttered to himself.
\'It\'s strange,\' he thought, \'that the very woman who just left the room in a huff of anger, who caused me to lose my temper, is the same girl who just hours ago made me wish I was a student here again. That\'s what I get for letting my mind separate from my body for an instant. I should never have thought like that about a child.\' Another voice entered his mind; \'but she\'s NOT a child, Severus, remember the Time-Turner she used? She is of age, oll bll be, come September.\' He hastily pushed this thought away. It was not fair to him or to Hermione for him to be thinking such things about her. Even if she wasn\'t technically a child, she was still an innocent. What right did he have to even imagine being the one to relieve her of that innocence?
Shaking his head viciously, Severus lowered the flames under the cauldrons and added the carefully sliced ginger root to the brewing potions. He chuckled to himself; he had never in his life been face to face with someone who could match his tongue-lashing as much as Hermione had, with the exception of Voldemort. His face hardened again and he cringed inwardly at the thought of Voldemort. Severus knew the Dark Lord was due to call his \'loyal\' Death Eaters to him any day now. What with the battle at the ministry, there was no doubt that \'He-who-must-not-be-named\' had returned. The snake could no longer hide behind the so-called crazy tales of Harry Potter.
Severus sighed heavily and rubbed his temple with his thumb and forefinger as though to erase the thoughts of the call he knew would soon come. He then lowered his hand and drew back the left sleeve of his robe and glared down at the Mark burned there, willing it to fade away like any ordinary scar. After a few moments, he found it too painful to look at it any longer. He closed his eyes tightly and hissed through his teeth. \"How could I have been so foolish! Even if I wasn\'t her professor, a Death Eater has no place in the arms of a respectable woman, let alone Hermione Granger!\" His voice grew as he spoke and the final words were almost shrieked to the listening walls of the dungeons. Self-hatred dripped from his eyes as he turned to his reflection in the magic window of the lab.
He stared at himself in the darkened window, watching his right hand close over his left forearm. \"No,\" he said, \"she does not deserve this evilness that I posses.\" He let his arms drop to his side and hung his head. His silky black hair fell down like dark curtains over his pale face as he stood motionless; his double in the window let out a deep sigh and then faded away as the glass was spattered with a sudden rain.
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