Fate\'s Pawns
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,297
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
thankfulness
Author\'s Note: This one is short, but I promise to add another one soon. I just wanted to set the stage for the next one. heh. Three guesses what I did last night!
And thanks to amythest for catching my error!
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Hermione wished for nothing else than the world to stop spinning.
She vaguely remembered puking last night. The DA had taken a surprise trip to Hogsmeade through one of the secret passages and she had gotten herself drunk. The ground was wet and she was walking to the castle, suddenly having remembered that she needed to pick up her chemistry book from professor Snape.
What puzzled her is why she was naked on the dungeon floor. She honestly didn’t know where she was exactly, but she was pretty sure it was the dungeons. Her clothes were nowhere to be found, but she still had her wand, thankfully.
All she could remember was the feeling that she was going to die as she puked all over herself, lying in a ball on a wet surface. Yes, it had been grass.
She was thankful that she wasn’t in the hospital right then. Goodness knows what kind of punishment she would have had for this.
This wasn’t like her at all. Not at all. What had possessed her to do this?
She needed water. She needed a blanket. She needed to see straight.
She sat there staring at the tip of her wand and suddenly she heard footsteps.
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Severus wasn’t feeling too well.
She hadn’t come last night. She was supposed to have been there. He had spent most of the night in his office, staring at the door.
Then he got drunk. Horribly drunk, hideously drunk.
This morning, he had brewed a few cauldrons of hangover potion because of it.
He was on his was to give some to Madame Pince. Somehow, he supposed because he was the school’s potions master, Severus had been recruited into making curative potions for the old bag.
Old, he was old. He remembered having that thought a lot the previous night. But he wasn’t as old as Madam Pince. Hehe. Thank goodness for that!
As a matter of fact, he wasn’t as old as nearly all of the professors. Hagrid looked to be about his age, although he was sure the man was much older than him. But he thankfully wasn’t as old as Pince.
He decided he needed to lean against the wall at that point. His stomach seemed to be objecting to his morning commute.
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Hermione heard the footsteps stop.
She was scared. She was na She She was sitting on a dirty, grimy, dungeon floor. Eck. She decided to stand up.
Nope. That wasn’t happening.
She decided to crawl.
She made it as far as the edge of the corner of the hallway before she threw up.
~~
Severus didn’t know when his stomach would stop. At least the world wasn’t spinning anymore. Couldn’t anyone think up a potion to settle the stomach too? Oh dear…
Severus heard someone around the corner from him. He peaked his head around the corner to see...
Bushy hair, slender body, curves, beautiful tits, face hidden… because whoever it was, she was dry heaving.
He gathered his wits and decided to help her.
Poor thing.
Severus wasn’t thinking straight. But he thought to himself that at least the world had stopped spinning. That, and today was Saturday. Yes, there was that.
And thanks to amythest for catching my error!
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Hermione wished for nothing else than the world to stop spinning.
She vaguely remembered puking last night. The DA had taken a surprise trip to Hogsmeade through one of the secret passages and she had gotten herself drunk. The ground was wet and she was walking to the castle, suddenly having remembered that she needed to pick up her chemistry book from professor Snape.
What puzzled her is why she was naked on the dungeon floor. She honestly didn’t know where she was exactly, but she was pretty sure it was the dungeons. Her clothes were nowhere to be found, but she still had her wand, thankfully.
All she could remember was the feeling that she was going to die as she puked all over herself, lying in a ball on a wet surface. Yes, it had been grass.
She was thankful that she wasn’t in the hospital right then. Goodness knows what kind of punishment she would have had for this.
This wasn’t like her at all. Not at all. What had possessed her to do this?
She needed water. She needed a blanket. She needed to see straight.
She sat there staring at the tip of her wand and suddenly she heard footsteps.
~~
Severus wasn’t feeling too well.
She hadn’t come last night. She was supposed to have been there. He had spent most of the night in his office, staring at the door.
Then he got drunk. Horribly drunk, hideously drunk.
This morning, he had brewed a few cauldrons of hangover potion because of it.
He was on his was to give some to Madame Pince. Somehow, he supposed because he was the school’s potions master, Severus had been recruited into making curative potions for the old bag.
Old, he was old. He remembered having that thought a lot the previous night. But he wasn’t as old as Madam Pince. Hehe. Thank goodness for that!
As a matter of fact, he wasn’t as old as nearly all of the professors. Hagrid looked to be about his age, although he was sure the man was much older than him. But he thankfully wasn’t as old as Pince.
He decided he needed to lean against the wall at that point. His stomach seemed to be objecting to his morning commute.
~~
Hermione heard the footsteps stop.
She was scared. She was na She She was sitting on a dirty, grimy, dungeon floor. Eck. She decided to stand up.
Nope. That wasn’t happening.
She decided to crawl.
She made it as far as the edge of the corner of the hallway before she threw up.
~~
Severus didn’t know when his stomach would stop. At least the world wasn’t spinning anymore. Couldn’t anyone think up a potion to settle the stomach too? Oh dear…
Severus heard someone around the corner from him. He peaked his head around the corner to see...
Bushy hair, slender body, curves, beautiful tits, face hidden… because whoever it was, she was dry heaving.
He gathered his wits and decided to help her.
Poor thing.
Severus wasn’t thinking straight. But he thought to himself that at least the world had stopped spinning. That, and today was Saturday. Yes, there was that.