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Chapter 4
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Next morning was Severus Snape released from the infirmary. He went straight to his headmaster' s office, where waited a whole bunch of ministry letters for his attention. A list of wanted Death Eaters (including his godson), congratulations for his headmaster' s position, offers of school tools, CV' s of wizards and witches, who were interested in teaching, condolences, parents letters and so on"¦
After two hours of attending the mail he went downstairs to his dungeon. He was decided to have a lunch and a rest. But when he opened doors of his private rooms, he found his rooms in a big disorder. On the dining table there lay a lot of bottles, almost every one of them empty. Air reeked of an alcohol and a sweat of male body. Severus withdrawn his wand and flung open the bedroom doors. On his bed there was a pile of blankets containing a body. With outstretched wand he stalked to the bed and lifted the blankets. And he found one sleeping Draco in shattered and dirty clothes.
"What are you doing here, you imbecile brat?"
"Ahhh, don't shout. My head hurts"
"That is obvious, Mr. Malfoy. I saw all the bottles on my table."
"So have mercy and let me sleep."
"Get up right now, you insolent git."
"So give me hangover potion, uncle, please."
"I will not, Mr. Malfoy. You broke up inside my rooms, devoured all alcohol I had and endangered me in the eyes of ministry. Don't you know they are after you? Take the hangover as a punishment."
"You are really cruel."
"Yes, I am. It is my essential virtue. Did you left some firewhisky for me? We need to talk."
"Yes, I think I missed one bottle. I started with all the wine and continued with muggle whisky. I don't remember drinking firewhisky."
"You don't remember? It is not the same as not drinking, is it? I will look around. Clean yourself, you look worse than a week old corpse."
Draco got up and went to bathroom without another comments. Snape cleaned the table, summoned a lunch for two from the kitchens and found a bottle of firewhisky. He almost ended his lunch, when Draco finally got out of the bathroom. He still looked terrible, but he was clean and dressed up in a green shirt and a black denim trousers.
"Are you aware, that you took my clothes? I do not remember giving you my permission for storming through my wardrobe."
"I left our manor in a little hurry, uncle. In my room there were three aurors before I could properly pack for my vacation. They confiscated all manor and they even emptied our Gringot' s values. I depend on our bank accounts in the muggle banks now."
"Poor one, that lefts you with money for only two or three lives in luxury. Did you already consider where would you go? Because you can't stay here or somewhere else in the wizarding world."
"You see it as clearly as me, uncle. Muggle world it will be, as terrible as it is. I think I have to move from England to the continental Europe. Even France would be dangerous; there' s too wide wizard community. I wanted to say goodbye to you, as you are the only one, who remains on my side."
"Do not be so sentimental, it does not suit you. You can stay here several days, but no more than a week. Now eat your breakfast as a good boy."
"I'm not so hungry. Coffee and a lot of water would be enough. Uncle Severus, who lives from our seventh year? Is there any chance for Harry Potter' s survival?"
"No Draco, I have seen him disappear in flames together with The Dark Lord. But there are survivors. Mostly Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws, because they did not fight. From our house it is Parkinson and Zabini, from Gryffindor Lavender and Granger. I am afraid that' s all."
"So I should speak with Granger. Can you summon her to your potion lab? I have to stay holed here, as I understand my situation, right?"
"Right, your wits did not leave you completely. Now tidy up the mess you have done during yesterdays drinking session and move to my sitting room. I am not fond of your body in my bed, godson."
"Are you joking? I am not a house elf to tidy up."
"So amuse yourself as you wish. Read, grieve over that Potter's photo, plan moving to Europe, wank, I do not care. I will come back with Miss Granger."
Snape left his room in attempt to find Miss Granger. He finally found her in The Great Hall, studying fourth year arithmancy textbook and looking a little embarrassed. Other textbooks she had on a seat next to her. Across from her there sat Raistlin with the Great Potion Encyclopedia deep in reading with eager expression on his face. Hermione saw Snape first.
"Professor Snape, I'm so glad you are well again!"
"Thank you Miss Granger. I'm looking for you."
"Oh, you finally decided to give me the arithmancy professor position? I picked up all the textbooks and now I'm refreshing my knowledge."
"Miss Granger, you seem really decided to embarrass me another couple of years. But right now I would like your assistance in a potion lab again. Poppy asked for replenishing her medicinal potion supply, she had completely run off several healing potions."
"Of course, professor."
"Headmaster, can I go as well? According to this book, this is the only part of magic, which is almost the same here and on Krynn. I already know a lot of these recipes from my alchemy studies. Under different names, of course, and with a little differences. I can help you and Hermione brew them." Said Raistlin and smirked at Hermione "“ something like a "you will not get rid of me".
She sighed and took her things. Raistlin took his staff and with a wave of left hand collected his books and levitated them behind himself. Their book bags were approximately the same size.
"You seem to spend your time together ravishing library as a good bookworms. So I will let this decision on you, Miss Granger."
"I promised to show our magic to Mr. Majere. I already wanted to ask your permission for going into a potion lab."
"All right then, lets go. But I left all responsibilities on you, Miss Granger."
"Why are you doing this? Simply tell him to sod off. You can't trust an unknown wizard." Snape said silently to Hermione on their way to the dungeons. Raistlin was several steps behind them busy scowling at the moving portraits. He still found them unnerving.
"He is the most powerful wizard I've ever seen, professor. He can do wandless magic. And we made a bargain. I will show him our magic, he will teach me some of his. Not all, he is Dark Wizard and said something about sacrifice a life to learn everything. But surely some part of it is harmless."
"Are you finally going to learn the Dark Arts? He must be very convincing them. That is another reason not to trust him."
"Yeah, he is..." Sighed Hermione. Snape only raised his eyebrow. "Oh, not Dark Arts, I would never do it!" She quickly added. Snape was wondering what woman as intelligent as Hermione could find so attractive on black wizard. It was all right she admired him during their potion brewing for the Order, but Majere?
Snape unwarded the doors of his office; they went inside and headed for the lab. "Shirak" Raistlin' s staff started to shine and entranced Archmage started to explore the ingredients and lab equipment.
"Do you make everything in such a large cauldrons? It is pewter, isn't it? I'm used to brew potions in this bowl." And Raistlin showed them golden bowl 5 centimeters in diameter.
"Gold! This is a school lab, Majere. We are teaching stupid children to brew the simplest things and we cannot afford to let them melt golden cauldrons. Their work is standardized for pewter. I brew in gold only when it is necessary. Miss Granger, could you start preparing a pain-relieving potion? Poppy needs to restore 300 vials. It will be 6 cauldrons no. 9. He can help you."
Snape left them alone and went to his private quarters currently occupied by Draco.
"You can go to my lab, Draco. Granger is there. But together with her there' s an annoying wizard from some different world. Try to persuade her to get rid of him. She is around him like a cat in heat."
"Granger? It must be a spectacle. What's wrong with you? Are you jealous?"
"No, of course not. I simply do not like him. He is dangerous and he can put Granger in some danger."
"You are jealous! Wow. I must immediately see them, or else I'll die from curiosity. Ah, uncle, do you realize she is not your student anymore? The idea of Granger shagging you is even more enchanting than Granger shagging an unknown man."
"OUT!"
Laughing Draco burst into the lab. Hermione sat on a working table and watched the wizard in black robes brewing potions. Wizard's head moved in snake' s speed and Draco saw golden eyes bore into his. Young golden face surrounded with white hair had certain cruel features. Draco felt shivers run down his spine. This wizard had a dark aura of power and self-confidence almost as Lord Voldemort, but total impression was very similar to his godfather' s. Black robes, tall and slim frame, elegant long fingers, sneering expression, unnerving glare, dark attractive force and a potion brewing. Wow.
"Draco! You are alive! I was so afraid you were killed in the battle. I was glad you did not stand against me in the battlefield."
"Calm down, Granger. I fled right before the battle, when Dark Lord' s attention was distracted. I'm on the run now just as I was before. I wanted only to say goodbye to my godfather and to anybody else from Hogwarts, who would not denounce me to aurors."
"Draco, I'm so sorry. But I must tell you something. Harry did not survive."
"I already know it, Granger." Draco sighed.
Hermione felt sorry for this young Death Eater. His father forced him to take the Dark Mark in his sixth year. Draco had to kill muggles (and Dumbledore "“ that was explained in the next year together with Snape' s commands from Albus), rape women, steal magical items and endure Crucios every time he disappointed the Dark Lord or his father. When he recovered on the infirmary from some Death Eater' s action, he befriended Harry. Harry felt equally used after Auror training of martial arts and a killing magic. Soon they became very close friends and they started to share a lot of thoughts and even some hobbies. They went to fly on Quidditch pitch, studied magic law, read fantasy books (and laughed over the magic described in them) and they both liked medieval fencing. In May Hermione discovered another their shared interest "“ a bed. After several days of pure shock she was able to accept and she finally befriended Draco. But they lost Ron, because he was not able to accept it.
"What will you do, Draco?"
"I'm going to buy some little house on a dreadful muggle world. And I can't use magic, or aurors would find me and put me into Azkaban. I'm sure I would die the first week. I wanted to ask you something. As you are muggle-born, you can help me a little with that task. You know, just a week living with me in a muggle house and show me how muggles do things without magic. Can you spare several days of your holidays for me?"
"Draco, do you really mean it? I can't imagine you living without house elves. How are you going to cook or wash your clothes without the magic?"
"I have no idea, Granger! That's why I' m doing something so desperate as asking you to live with me."
"Yeah, one would think muggle world is many times more scaring than Voldemort. Beg me nicely and I will help."
Smirking Draco immediately knelt down and Hermione almost felt to floor laughing. During two months of their friendship she become accustomed to Draco' s sense of humor and ironic comments. What would last year sound like an insult now sounded like a good and funny conversation. The same it was with Snape. He and Draco shared a gift of sarcasm and irony and Hermione found it exactly to her taste. Last term the three of them shared a lot of hours in the lab working on Hermione and Draco' s final potion project or brewing medicinal potions for Poppy. She started to like them more than anybody else.
"It' s sufficient. Just tell me when I have to go and I will. But no more than a week. I've got a lot of work. Especially when professor Snape gives me the position of the arithmancy professor."
"Wow, Hermione, that would be great for you. I didn't know he wants you."
"As a professor!"
"But of course, dear Granger. How else?"
Hermione blushed and next moment jumped with surprise, when Raistlin stood right behind her and purred into her ear "Can you break up your most important conversation? I need the willow bark and dragon's skin for this potions."
"I'm sorry, Raistlin. Come with me."
They headed to the storeroom together. Raistlin was aware of some relationship between Hermione and Snape beyond a teacher "“ student attitude, but no more than a little teasing. Nothing to worry, he could easily monopolize her to teach him everything possible about magic of this world. And when he knows everything of local magic, he would dominate local mages and become their head.
Raistlin realized, that Hermione would be his ideal teacher "“ she craved knowledge and she was open and did not mind sharing every possible spell. Not alike Snape or some other adult wizard, who surely would become suspecting of his motives. And to make her spent every possible moment with him was so easy "“ art of seduction. She reacted perfectly to previous efforts, now time has come to accelerate things with her. He did not look forward for her week's depart with the blonde queer, who looked at Raistlin as a potential prey.
Next morning was Severus Snape released from the infirmary. He went straight to his headmaster' s office, where waited a whole bunch of ministry letters for his attention. A list of wanted Death Eaters (including his godson), congratulations for his headmaster' s position, offers of school tools, CV' s of wizards and witches, who were interested in teaching, condolences, parents letters and so on"¦
After two hours of attending the mail he went downstairs to his dungeon. He was decided to have a lunch and a rest. But when he opened doors of his private rooms, he found his rooms in a big disorder. On the dining table there lay a lot of bottles, almost every one of them empty. Air reeked of an alcohol and a sweat of male body. Severus withdrawn his wand and flung open the bedroom doors. On his bed there was a pile of blankets containing a body. With outstretched wand he stalked to the bed and lifted the blankets. And he found one sleeping Draco in shattered and dirty clothes.
"What are you doing here, you imbecile brat?"
"Ahhh, don't shout. My head hurts"
"That is obvious, Mr. Malfoy. I saw all the bottles on my table."
"So have mercy and let me sleep."
"Get up right now, you insolent git."
"So give me hangover potion, uncle, please."
"I will not, Mr. Malfoy. You broke up inside my rooms, devoured all alcohol I had and endangered me in the eyes of ministry. Don't you know they are after you? Take the hangover as a punishment."
"You are really cruel."
"Yes, I am. It is my essential virtue. Did you left some firewhisky for me? We need to talk."
"Yes, I think I missed one bottle. I started with all the wine and continued with muggle whisky. I don't remember drinking firewhisky."
"You don't remember? It is not the same as not drinking, is it? I will look around. Clean yourself, you look worse than a week old corpse."
Draco got up and went to bathroom without another comments. Snape cleaned the table, summoned a lunch for two from the kitchens and found a bottle of firewhisky. He almost ended his lunch, when Draco finally got out of the bathroom. He still looked terrible, but he was clean and dressed up in a green shirt and a black denim trousers.
"Are you aware, that you took my clothes? I do not remember giving you my permission for storming through my wardrobe."
"I left our manor in a little hurry, uncle. In my room there were three aurors before I could properly pack for my vacation. They confiscated all manor and they even emptied our Gringot' s values. I depend on our bank accounts in the muggle banks now."
"Poor one, that lefts you with money for only two or three lives in luxury. Did you already consider where would you go? Because you can't stay here or somewhere else in the wizarding world."
"You see it as clearly as me, uncle. Muggle world it will be, as terrible as it is. I think I have to move from England to the continental Europe. Even France would be dangerous; there' s too wide wizard community. I wanted to say goodbye to you, as you are the only one, who remains on my side."
"Do not be so sentimental, it does not suit you. You can stay here several days, but no more than a week. Now eat your breakfast as a good boy."
"I'm not so hungry. Coffee and a lot of water would be enough. Uncle Severus, who lives from our seventh year? Is there any chance for Harry Potter' s survival?"
"No Draco, I have seen him disappear in flames together with The Dark Lord. But there are survivors. Mostly Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws, because they did not fight. From our house it is Parkinson and Zabini, from Gryffindor Lavender and Granger. I am afraid that' s all."
"So I should speak with Granger. Can you summon her to your potion lab? I have to stay holed here, as I understand my situation, right?"
"Right, your wits did not leave you completely. Now tidy up the mess you have done during yesterdays drinking session and move to my sitting room. I am not fond of your body in my bed, godson."
"Are you joking? I am not a house elf to tidy up."
"So amuse yourself as you wish. Read, grieve over that Potter's photo, plan moving to Europe, wank, I do not care. I will come back with Miss Granger."
Snape left his room in attempt to find Miss Granger. He finally found her in The Great Hall, studying fourth year arithmancy textbook and looking a little embarrassed. Other textbooks she had on a seat next to her. Across from her there sat Raistlin with the Great Potion Encyclopedia deep in reading with eager expression on his face. Hermione saw Snape first.
"Professor Snape, I'm so glad you are well again!"
"Thank you Miss Granger. I'm looking for you."
"Oh, you finally decided to give me the arithmancy professor position? I picked up all the textbooks and now I'm refreshing my knowledge."
"Miss Granger, you seem really decided to embarrass me another couple of years. But right now I would like your assistance in a potion lab again. Poppy asked for replenishing her medicinal potion supply, she had completely run off several healing potions."
"Of course, professor."
"Headmaster, can I go as well? According to this book, this is the only part of magic, which is almost the same here and on Krynn. I already know a lot of these recipes from my alchemy studies. Under different names, of course, and with a little differences. I can help you and Hermione brew them." Said Raistlin and smirked at Hermione "“ something like a "you will not get rid of me".
She sighed and took her things. Raistlin took his staff and with a wave of left hand collected his books and levitated them behind himself. Their book bags were approximately the same size.
"You seem to spend your time together ravishing library as a good bookworms. So I will let this decision on you, Miss Granger."
"I promised to show our magic to Mr. Majere. I already wanted to ask your permission for going into a potion lab."
"All right then, lets go. But I left all responsibilities on you, Miss Granger."
"Why are you doing this? Simply tell him to sod off. You can't trust an unknown wizard." Snape said silently to Hermione on their way to the dungeons. Raistlin was several steps behind them busy scowling at the moving portraits. He still found them unnerving.
"He is the most powerful wizard I've ever seen, professor. He can do wandless magic. And we made a bargain. I will show him our magic, he will teach me some of his. Not all, he is Dark Wizard and said something about sacrifice a life to learn everything. But surely some part of it is harmless."
"Are you finally going to learn the Dark Arts? He must be very convincing them. That is another reason not to trust him."
"Yeah, he is..." Sighed Hermione. Snape only raised his eyebrow. "Oh, not Dark Arts, I would never do it!" She quickly added. Snape was wondering what woman as intelligent as Hermione could find so attractive on black wizard. It was all right she admired him during their potion brewing for the Order, but Majere?
Snape unwarded the doors of his office; they went inside and headed for the lab. "Shirak" Raistlin' s staff started to shine and entranced Archmage started to explore the ingredients and lab equipment.
"Do you make everything in such a large cauldrons? It is pewter, isn't it? I'm used to brew potions in this bowl." And Raistlin showed them golden bowl 5 centimeters in diameter.
"Gold! This is a school lab, Majere. We are teaching stupid children to brew the simplest things and we cannot afford to let them melt golden cauldrons. Their work is standardized for pewter. I brew in gold only when it is necessary. Miss Granger, could you start preparing a pain-relieving potion? Poppy needs to restore 300 vials. It will be 6 cauldrons no. 9. He can help you."
Snape left them alone and went to his private quarters currently occupied by Draco.
"You can go to my lab, Draco. Granger is there. But together with her there' s an annoying wizard from some different world. Try to persuade her to get rid of him. She is around him like a cat in heat."
"Granger? It must be a spectacle. What's wrong with you? Are you jealous?"
"No, of course not. I simply do not like him. He is dangerous and he can put Granger in some danger."
"You are jealous! Wow. I must immediately see them, or else I'll die from curiosity. Ah, uncle, do you realize she is not your student anymore? The idea of Granger shagging you is even more enchanting than Granger shagging an unknown man."
"OUT!"
Laughing Draco burst into the lab. Hermione sat on a working table and watched the wizard in black robes brewing potions. Wizard's head moved in snake' s speed and Draco saw golden eyes bore into his. Young golden face surrounded with white hair had certain cruel features. Draco felt shivers run down his spine. This wizard had a dark aura of power and self-confidence almost as Lord Voldemort, but total impression was very similar to his godfather' s. Black robes, tall and slim frame, elegant long fingers, sneering expression, unnerving glare, dark attractive force and a potion brewing. Wow.
"Draco! You are alive! I was so afraid you were killed in the battle. I was glad you did not stand against me in the battlefield."
"Calm down, Granger. I fled right before the battle, when Dark Lord' s attention was distracted. I'm on the run now just as I was before. I wanted only to say goodbye to my godfather and to anybody else from Hogwarts, who would not denounce me to aurors."
"Draco, I'm so sorry. But I must tell you something. Harry did not survive."
"I already know it, Granger." Draco sighed.
Hermione felt sorry for this young Death Eater. His father forced him to take the Dark Mark in his sixth year. Draco had to kill muggles (and Dumbledore "“ that was explained in the next year together with Snape' s commands from Albus), rape women, steal magical items and endure Crucios every time he disappointed the Dark Lord or his father. When he recovered on the infirmary from some Death Eater' s action, he befriended Harry. Harry felt equally used after Auror training of martial arts and a killing magic. Soon they became very close friends and they started to share a lot of thoughts and even some hobbies. They went to fly on Quidditch pitch, studied magic law, read fantasy books (and laughed over the magic described in them) and they both liked medieval fencing. In May Hermione discovered another their shared interest "“ a bed. After several days of pure shock she was able to accept and she finally befriended Draco. But they lost Ron, because he was not able to accept it.
"What will you do, Draco?"
"I'm going to buy some little house on a dreadful muggle world. And I can't use magic, or aurors would find me and put me into Azkaban. I'm sure I would die the first week. I wanted to ask you something. As you are muggle-born, you can help me a little with that task. You know, just a week living with me in a muggle house and show me how muggles do things without magic. Can you spare several days of your holidays for me?"
"Draco, do you really mean it? I can't imagine you living without house elves. How are you going to cook or wash your clothes without the magic?"
"I have no idea, Granger! That's why I' m doing something so desperate as asking you to live with me."
"Yeah, one would think muggle world is many times more scaring than Voldemort. Beg me nicely and I will help."
Smirking Draco immediately knelt down and Hermione almost felt to floor laughing. During two months of their friendship she become accustomed to Draco' s sense of humor and ironic comments. What would last year sound like an insult now sounded like a good and funny conversation. The same it was with Snape. He and Draco shared a gift of sarcasm and irony and Hermione found it exactly to her taste. Last term the three of them shared a lot of hours in the lab working on Hermione and Draco' s final potion project or brewing medicinal potions for Poppy. She started to like them more than anybody else.
"It' s sufficient. Just tell me when I have to go and I will. But no more than a week. I've got a lot of work. Especially when professor Snape gives me the position of the arithmancy professor."
"Wow, Hermione, that would be great for you. I didn't know he wants you."
"As a professor!"
"But of course, dear Granger. How else?"
Hermione blushed and next moment jumped with surprise, when Raistlin stood right behind her and purred into her ear "Can you break up your most important conversation? I need the willow bark and dragon's skin for this potions."
"I'm sorry, Raistlin. Come with me."
They headed to the storeroom together. Raistlin was aware of some relationship between Hermione and Snape beyond a teacher "“ student attitude, but no more than a little teasing. Nothing to worry, he could easily monopolize her to teach him everything possible about magic of this world. And when he knows everything of local magic, he would dominate local mages and become their head.
Raistlin realized, that Hermione would be his ideal teacher "“ she craved knowledge and she was open and did not mind sharing every possible spell. Not alike Snape or some other adult wizard, who surely would become suspecting of his motives. And to make her spent every possible moment with him was so easy "“ art of seduction. She reacted perfectly to previous efforts, now time has come to accelerate things with her. He did not look forward for her week's depart with the blonde queer, who looked at Raistlin as a potential prey.