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Remember When It Rained
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
5,151
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter Four
Remember When It Rained
Chapter Four
Diagon Alley
The day, early as it was, promised to be another hot one. Hermione wondered how Professor Snape didn’t suffer from heat exhaustion in those thick robes he wore. She was uncomfortable in her denim skirt and t-shirt as it was, yet he appeared unfazed by the heat.
The day had started off well, in Hermione’s opinion. She actually had avoided running into him as she bounded down the stairs, running late as usual. Blast it if she hadn’ept ept ept on an important morning.
The start of her apprenticeship! Well the shopping for the supplies of it at any rate.
She apologized for the delay before he could even comment on it and invited him to join the rest of the house for breakfast before they set off. Unable to resist the temptation of toying with Potter and Weasley he accepted and followed her into the kitchen.
The expressions on the faces of the dynamic duo, ugh, had been worth the time he had to wile away whilst waiting for Hermione to finish the huge breakfast that Molly Weasley seemed to think she needed. When the meal was finally finished, Hermione startled her friends into further shock by announcing that she was off to do some “shopping at Diagon Alley with Professor Snape for my up coming apprenticeship.” This announcement of course elicited an enthusiastic response from Molly and they wasted a further five minutes politely listening to her trilling on about how much of an accomplishment this was for “dear Hermione” and how “excellent a Potions mistress” she would make.
Eventually Molly sensed the approaching end of Severus’ patience and with a smile she sent them on their way telling them to be careful. As if he would be anything but. Molly was, however a kind and caring woman and even Severus kept a respectful posture and tone with her. She was one of the few people he actually respected.
“Sir,” Hermione asked interrupting the silence that the walked in. “I was wondering-“
“Yes, Miss Granger?”
“What if we get spotted by, well you know, other Death Eaters?” she finished in a whisper.
“I have thought of it Miss Granger. Do not concern yourself.”
They walked on in silence for a time, passing Olivander\'s shop and coming to a halt in front of Flourish and Blotts.
“Sir?” she asked. “I wanted to apologize for my tirade yesterday. I was upset after hearing about the, well the rumor, and you were there in front of the fireplace when I flooed in and all. It was an accident! Besides you were standing in front of the fireplace! Oh and didndidn’t you notice the green flames and simply move out of the way?”
She stopped upon noticing the haughty expression that overcame his features. She knew that once again she had gone too far, but honestly she was so nervous around him that she couldn’t help but ramble.
“I’m rambling, aren’t I sir. I am so-“
“Shut up Granger, for the love of Merlin!” he hissed. “You are getting as bad ally!lly!”
“Well!” she exclaimed, offended.
“Don’t!” he hissed again holding up his hand to stop her. “Just don’t start again Miss Granger. I couldn’t take it.”
They stood there glaring at each other. Hermione was so thankful that it was summer and he couldn’t take house points. Severus was grateful that she had shut up and was shocked at her bravery in staring him down. Apparently she wasn’t quite the little Potter sycophant. Her stare was as bad as Minerva’s, apparently it was a Gryffindor trait. Damn it! She was good.
He loathed being the one to break the stare, it would be a victory for her, but they were causing a scene. People were staring, so he closed his eyes and affected a put upon attitude.
“Miss Granger, it must be close to lunch. Are you hungry?”
He was rewarded with a smug grin. He would permit her to enjoy the victory for now, knowing that he had a full four years to avenge this moment. He was horrified by his reaction to her reply.
“Lord no! I am still full from breakfast! I swear, I am glad of this apprenticeship for so many reasons, one of them being if I were to spend the whole of the summer with Molly I’d inevitably end up a large as a house. She’s sweet and I love her, but I think she thinks that I will waste away to nothing!”
It took all of his self control to keep from laughing aloud or even cracking a smile. Miss Granger would likely faint and he would blow his cover as the “Most Hated Teacher at Hogwarts”.
“Very well then, Miss Granger. Perhaps we should depart for home?”
“That would be nice. I have some studying to do judging by the books we’ve bought today. Besides it’s ever so hot! How do you stand this heat in those robes? Oops!” she covered her mouth with her hand, horrified at what she had just said. “Sorry sir. Perhaps we should go now.”
~*~
His head was aching. He hadn’t felt like this since his laangoangover, which was only a few days ago. The horrid part of it all was the fact that he hadn’t even drunk a drop of fire whiskey. No, if the incessant rambling of Hermione Granger caused these kinds of headaches, he would make her apprenticeship as miserable as possible.
Rummaging around in his cabinet for the headache potion he had stashed there, he reflected on the day. Other than her incessant rambling and foot eating it had been pleasant. Hermione Granger was a most agreeable companion when not talking inanities, but he supposed that inanities went along with the age. He wouldn’t know, he had never experienced inanity.
Her question about what he would do if spotted by his fellow Death Eaters had thrown him, but his answer though a bit vague seemed to have satisfied her. He really had no idea what he would say, but perhaps he could use the situation to his advantage. He was too low in the ranks to be of much use to The Order, a fact that rankled, but perhaps the caveat of having Potters best friend as an apprentice would raise his standing in the eyes of Voldemort. Merlin knew he needed any advantage he could get.
The final confrontation was coming this school year, of this he was sure. He knew it instinctually. It was one of the reason Miss Granger was spending her summer at Grimmauld and Hogwarts. She would be safe. Her parents were under the constant surveillance of Order members and their house and officese wae warded against danger. They had all done the best that they could to protect not only the Grangers but the Dursley\'s as well. Albus had said, over the protests of Minerva that even thought they had treated Harry shabbily, they were his only remaining family. Perhaps one day he would want to reconcile with them, or if not he would at least have the knowledge that his relation to them wasn’t the cause arm arm to them. Reluctant as he was to admit it, he had secretly agreed with Albus. Potters family was as abusive to him as his had been and in that matter only Severus was somewhat empathetic. Only somewhat, for it wasn’t a topic he dwelled upon, the wounds from his school years ran too deep.
Uncorking and gulping down the remedy, he placed the empty vial in the cabinet and made his way to his private chambers. Tonight he would read and allow himself to read something that had nothing to do with potions. Perhaps Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle would be enjoyable.
~*~
‘So Mione, how was your day with the git?” Ron Weasley asked as he sat next to her at the dinner table in the kitchen of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
Hermione answered him with a glare and then turned back to her book. “It was pleasant, if you really want to know. Professor Snape is not a git, Ronald. You could at least show him some respect.”
“What!” he snorted. “I show him as much respect as he shows us Hermione. Look, just because you are his apprentice now, and I really don’t know how you can stand the prospect of having to work with the bastard, doesn’t mean that I have to change the way I feel about him! Nor should it change yours. Keep it up and people will think that the rumors are true!”
Hermione slammed her book shut and stood up. “Grow up Ronald Weasley you great prat!” she yelled and stormed from the room.
Immature little prat! She thought as she stomped up the stairs.
Stomping sown the hall and into her room, she slammed the door shut with so much force that Crookshanks was startled from his cleaning. With a yowl of protest he jumped from the bed and scurried underneath it.
“So sorry to pull you away from you butt cleaning, Crooks!” she growled as she plopped herself onto the bed, sending up a small cloud of ginger colored hair. “Damn it! No more cleaning yelf elf on my bloody bed!”
Prat boys and inconsiderate cats! Monday couldn’t come soon enough!
Chapter Four
Diagon Alley
The day, early as it was, promised to be another hot one. Hermione wondered how Professor Snape didn’t suffer from heat exhaustion in those thick robes he wore. She was uncomfortable in her denim skirt and t-shirt as it was, yet he appeared unfazed by the heat.
The day had started off well, in Hermione’s opinion. She actually had avoided running into him as she bounded down the stairs, running late as usual. Blast it if she hadn’ept ept ept on an important morning.
The start of her apprenticeship! Well the shopping for the supplies of it at any rate.
She apologized for the delay before he could even comment on it and invited him to join the rest of the house for breakfast before they set off. Unable to resist the temptation of toying with Potter and Weasley he accepted and followed her into the kitchen.
The expressions on the faces of the dynamic duo, ugh, had been worth the time he had to wile away whilst waiting for Hermione to finish the huge breakfast that Molly Weasley seemed to think she needed. When the meal was finally finished, Hermione startled her friends into further shock by announcing that she was off to do some “shopping at Diagon Alley with Professor Snape for my up coming apprenticeship.” This announcement of course elicited an enthusiastic response from Molly and they wasted a further five minutes politely listening to her trilling on about how much of an accomplishment this was for “dear Hermione” and how “excellent a Potions mistress” she would make.
Eventually Molly sensed the approaching end of Severus’ patience and with a smile she sent them on their way telling them to be careful. As if he would be anything but. Molly was, however a kind and caring woman and even Severus kept a respectful posture and tone with her. She was one of the few people he actually respected.
“Sir,” Hermione asked interrupting the silence that the walked in. “I was wondering-“
“Yes, Miss Granger?”
“What if we get spotted by, well you know, other Death Eaters?” she finished in a whisper.
“I have thought of it Miss Granger. Do not concern yourself.”
They walked on in silence for a time, passing Olivander\'s shop and coming to a halt in front of Flourish and Blotts.
“Sir?” she asked. “I wanted to apologize for my tirade yesterday. I was upset after hearing about the, well the rumor, and you were there in front of the fireplace when I flooed in and all. It was an accident! Besides you were standing in front of the fireplace! Oh and didndidn’t you notice the green flames and simply move out of the way?”
She stopped upon noticing the haughty expression that overcame his features. She knew that once again she had gone too far, but honestly she was so nervous around him that she couldn’t help but ramble.
“I’m rambling, aren’t I sir. I am so-“
“Shut up Granger, for the love of Merlin!” he hissed. “You are getting as bad ally!lly!”
“Well!” she exclaimed, offended.
“Don’t!” he hissed again holding up his hand to stop her. “Just don’t start again Miss Granger. I couldn’t take it.”
They stood there glaring at each other. Hermione was so thankful that it was summer and he couldn’t take house points. Severus was grateful that she had shut up and was shocked at her bravery in staring him down. Apparently she wasn’t quite the little Potter sycophant. Her stare was as bad as Minerva’s, apparently it was a Gryffindor trait. Damn it! She was good.
He loathed being the one to break the stare, it would be a victory for her, but they were causing a scene. People were staring, so he closed his eyes and affected a put upon attitude.
“Miss Granger, it must be close to lunch. Are you hungry?”
He was rewarded with a smug grin. He would permit her to enjoy the victory for now, knowing that he had a full four years to avenge this moment. He was horrified by his reaction to her reply.
“Lord no! I am still full from breakfast! I swear, I am glad of this apprenticeship for so many reasons, one of them being if I were to spend the whole of the summer with Molly I’d inevitably end up a large as a house. She’s sweet and I love her, but I think she thinks that I will waste away to nothing!”
It took all of his self control to keep from laughing aloud or even cracking a smile. Miss Granger would likely faint and he would blow his cover as the “Most Hated Teacher at Hogwarts”.
“Very well then, Miss Granger. Perhaps we should depart for home?”
“That would be nice. I have some studying to do judging by the books we’ve bought today. Besides it’s ever so hot! How do you stand this heat in those robes? Oops!” she covered her mouth with her hand, horrified at what she had just said. “Sorry sir. Perhaps we should go now.”
~*~
His head was aching. He hadn’t felt like this since his laangoangover, which was only a few days ago. The horrid part of it all was the fact that he hadn’t even drunk a drop of fire whiskey. No, if the incessant rambling of Hermione Granger caused these kinds of headaches, he would make her apprenticeship as miserable as possible.
Rummaging around in his cabinet for the headache potion he had stashed there, he reflected on the day. Other than her incessant rambling and foot eating it had been pleasant. Hermione Granger was a most agreeable companion when not talking inanities, but he supposed that inanities went along with the age. He wouldn’t know, he had never experienced inanity.
Her question about what he would do if spotted by his fellow Death Eaters had thrown him, but his answer though a bit vague seemed to have satisfied her. He really had no idea what he would say, but perhaps he could use the situation to his advantage. He was too low in the ranks to be of much use to The Order, a fact that rankled, but perhaps the caveat of having Potters best friend as an apprentice would raise his standing in the eyes of Voldemort. Merlin knew he needed any advantage he could get.
The final confrontation was coming this school year, of this he was sure. He knew it instinctually. It was one of the reason Miss Granger was spending her summer at Grimmauld and Hogwarts. She would be safe. Her parents were under the constant surveillance of Order members and their house and officese wae warded against danger. They had all done the best that they could to protect not only the Grangers but the Dursley\'s as well. Albus had said, over the protests of Minerva that even thought they had treated Harry shabbily, they were his only remaining family. Perhaps one day he would want to reconcile with them, or if not he would at least have the knowledge that his relation to them wasn’t the cause arm arm to them. Reluctant as he was to admit it, he had secretly agreed with Albus. Potters family was as abusive to him as his had been and in that matter only Severus was somewhat empathetic. Only somewhat, for it wasn’t a topic he dwelled upon, the wounds from his school years ran too deep.
Uncorking and gulping down the remedy, he placed the empty vial in the cabinet and made his way to his private chambers. Tonight he would read and allow himself to read something that had nothing to do with potions. Perhaps Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle would be enjoyable.
~*~
‘So Mione, how was your day with the git?” Ron Weasley asked as he sat next to her at the dinner table in the kitchen of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
Hermione answered him with a glare and then turned back to her book. “It was pleasant, if you really want to know. Professor Snape is not a git, Ronald. You could at least show him some respect.”
“What!” he snorted. “I show him as much respect as he shows us Hermione. Look, just because you are his apprentice now, and I really don’t know how you can stand the prospect of having to work with the bastard, doesn’t mean that I have to change the way I feel about him! Nor should it change yours. Keep it up and people will think that the rumors are true!”
Hermione slammed her book shut and stood up. “Grow up Ronald Weasley you great prat!” she yelled and stormed from the room.
Immature little prat! She thought as she stomped up the stairs.
Stomping sown the hall and into her room, she slammed the door shut with so much force that Crookshanks was startled from his cleaning. With a yowl of protest he jumped from the bed and scurried underneath it.
“So sorry to pull you away from you butt cleaning, Crooks!” she growled as she plopped herself onto the bed, sending up a small cloud of ginger colored hair. “Damn it! No more cleaning yelf elf on my bloody bed!”
Prat boys and inconsiderate cats! Monday couldn’t come soon enough!