My Fallen Angel
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Adult ++
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28,602
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Chapter 4
A/N: I would like to thank You all for posting comments. I am VERY happy that You all seem to like it. Especially Liz. I believe You could have mistake me for a Weasley by the end of Your review, 'cause I'm sure I was blushing all the way till the ends of my hair. I am very happy You like my dialogues. Personally, I feel that there is nothing better to ruin a story than crappy, unbelievable dialogues. And don't be sorry for posting a long comment. Those are exactly what any writer likes the most=} Though it would be nice if someone pointed out my mistakes, so that I could get better with every chapter.
I also must answer to Hazel Wolf. I cannot put ‘dom!Harry’ neither in the summary, nor warnings. Call me a helpless romantic, but I believe in relationships of equals. This story will be about one of them.
Here is another chapter. I hope You'll like it, though it is a prelude to the real action, and those tend to be boring...
Always Yours,
CV
PS. Thank You so much J.S.=}
And another note for Hazel Wolf. If You want to read a very good dom!Harry story, even if it isn't a Vanteera story, I can recomend "Hero worship" by Ravenna C. Tan. Here is the address: http://ravenna-c-tan.livejournal.com/37894.html
Disclaimer: The world, characters and places used in this story belong to JKR's book Harry Potter. I have no profit from useing them.
Pairing: HP/SS
Rating: NC17
~~Chapter Three~~
On the first of September, Hermione and Ron were welcomed by a smile rivalling even that of Fleur, Lockheart not withstanding. They sat as always: near the centre of the table, with Hermione in between the two boys. In the buzz, people stared from all around. Some were just casting glances and some goggling openly.
“Hi, mate.” Ron clapped him on the back. “You look like shit.”
“Hi guys. I would like to,” he said miserably and tried to glare some second year down.
Hermione barely surprised a snort. “Really, Harry! You’re too pale. Haven’t you slept well?”
He stared at her, jaw slack. “How would you know?” She rolled her eyes.
“We know you, idiot. And she,” Ron gestured to his girlfriend, “has motherly instincts, or whatever it’s called towards you.”
“Oh, you! “ She swatted his shoulder playfully, but soon got back to topic at hand. “What’s happening Harry? Is it?..”
“No, it’s nothing. Just a few bad dreams. “He pulled his best innocent face. Not that he deluded himself believing that he stood even a chance to fool her, mind you, but he had to try anyway. Some of the girls around ‘awwed’ at him and he had to fight back the urge to hiss at them. “Hush now. It’s starting. I would really like to hear the song for a change.”
And so, they listened and then watched the sorting itself. Slytherin and Hufflepuff got exceptionally many new members. It left the rest of the school a little unsettled as it gave them a bigger opportunity to win the house cup. Harry noticed that the little first year across from him kept shooting murderous glances at Hermione. He nudged her and she flashed a little grin at both boys. Ever since they learned to distance themselves from what has been written and said about them, they developed a game of confusing people about their relationships dynamics. And they sure had a great tame of it. Hermione was positive, and Ron never argued for once, that Dean thought they were a threesome. Dumbledore, standing up to make his speech, stopped their plans to play. The bushy haired witch shifted her focus from her friends to the head table.
“There are three seats empty,” she commented.
“So?”
“So, only Snape and the new DADA teacher are missing, and that only makes two, Ron”
“I know maths, Harmione!”
“Maybe they introduced a new course?” proposed Harry to postpone the fight coming.
“A good course on Muggle versus Magical culture wouldn’t hurt. Some could use it very much,” she said looking pointedly over at the Slytherin table.
In the meantime the headmaster got his annual greetings and reminder of Filches rule list done away with.
“And finally, we have a couple of new additions to the faculty. First, we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Unfortunately, as you can see, she haven’t arrived yet.” Some whispers broke out throughout the room. “And secondly…” The back door opening interrupted the old wizard’s speech.
“Hey! Isn’t that the girl you bumped into yesterday? The one from the Fortesques?”
“Yeah, that’s her.”
“But what does she…”
“We’ll know if you’ll be quiet,” hissed Hermione.
“Ah! And here is our second addition!” Dumbledore smiled brightly. The whispers all around turned to the deafening buzz of almost a thousand people commenting at the same time. Until, that is, Snape helped the girl to her seat. For anyone other, it would be a simple gesture of politeness, but for Snape… The silence in the Great Hall was only short of eerie. Hermione shot a look at Harry but his face was blank. Dumbledore seemed oblivious. “Miss Campbell is a graduate form our school who graciously agreed to become professor Snape’s apprentice. She will be helping with your classes this year. Please welcome her warmly.”
Her chair screeched awfully when she stood up to bow. The silence stretched as every student present stared at her. She flushed, deep, brick-red colour staining her cheeks. The sound of Snape clearing his throat snapped the room out of its picture-like stupor. Timid, reluctant clapping sounded here and there and slowly built up volume. The girl sat back down and Hermione sized the moment to turn to Harry. Before she could say a word, though, the main door burst open to reveal a heavily cloaked silhouette.
“Finally! Please welcome Senior Auror Nimphadora Tonks, our new DADA teacher!”
She threw the hood back to reveal strikingly purple hair and a wide green. “Sorry to be late the first day of work, but I got postponed by a last minute business at the ministry. Good evening.” Her hair changed to no less vibrant shade of pink, as she bowed, and the room erupted in a deafening applause. It changed to laughter when she reached the head table and morphed her face to parody the professor she was stepping behind. It hasn’t included McGonagall, though. By the time she sat down at her own seat Miss Campbell was glaring daggers into her. Hermione did as well, but for entirely different reasons. She was livid. That kind of behaviour was disrespect in the least! A teacher should know better! When she turned to say as much to Harry, he was already gone.
*~*~*~*
If Hermione were to be asked, the proceeding weeks were a disaster. The school was ok, as always, but private life… That was an entirely different case. Thanks to Draco’s taunts about half of the school thought that Harry was using glamours on a constant basis. That resulted in even more attention to him than usual. As his friends, she and Ron received their own share of attention. Unlike other years, she found herself being watched closely at all times. Wherever she went, people whispered behind her back, only short of pointing fingers at her. It was getting on her nerves, to say the least. Not to mention it didn’t particularly enhance ones love life. Because, really, kissing isn’t all that much pleasurable when people stare at you from behind your partners back. From that perspective, Hermione could understand why Harry was so irritable lately. And she new that her constant squabbles with Ron didn’t help much. But than again, Harry was quidditch captain, and had that to vent his frustrations. They only had themselves. Well, it wasn’t entirely true: Ron was still in the team, but…Being in a relationship was far more taxing emotionally than not being able to have one. The girl didn’t liked herself much for thinking that, but that was how she felt.
She was so ensconced into her own problems, that it was already some time into the fist month when she started to notice things about her friend. That he ate less every day, for example. And Ron said that the same went for sleeping. The powers that they read about, that were supposed to develop gradually, haven’t even hinted on appearing yet…Every now and then he would make a face like if something pained him very much and massage this or that part of his body. But what got her really worried was when his face acquired a level of fuzziness – an evident sign that he in fact did start to use the glamour spell.
She wanted to discus this with Draco before she would try to corner Harry, but he didn’t know about the creature. It was too dangerous to tell him and she understood why. Than again there was Ron who would have kittens if he got wind of her talking with the blond. It was grating on her nerves, that he would be so jealous, but at the same time it was sort of flattering. All in all, it left her to deal with the problem on her own, even if it meant letting Harry know that she knew about his feelings for Snape. Because it was all about him, that much was sure. Him and that infernal Miss Campbell.
Hermione’s stomach churned at the mere thought of her. The girl was plain with her dull, grey eyes and mouse hair, but she knew how to get out of her way to gain attention. Coming to the class with loose hair, so that Snape had no other option then to get it done for her, was the simplest of her ideas. Sniffing dizzying drought at the top of a staircase, so that she could fall right into his arms was the most stupid. And if she dropped one more peace of paper at his feet, Hermione was going to scream. And Snape, the same Snape who could call Minerva McGonagall an old hag to her face, was taking it all in his stride and manages to be sickeningly polite all the time! Hermione herself felt like scraping her brain out with a spoon. Preferably a blunt one.
Every time she tried to talk it through with Harry, though, he managed to evade her or change the topic somehow. But not this time! After this double class they had a free period, and she was determined to corner him than and… A loud thud caught Hermione’s attention. What the hell was that woman doing?! Was she trying to kill them all?
“Not so hard, it is delicate.” There were some stupid snickers at Snape’s words but one glare silenced them all. “Here,” and he stepped behind her, taking the hand with the ladle into his.
‘Miss Campbell’ turned an awful shade of pink. Hermione glanced to the side to try and gauge how much it affected him. She was just in time to see her friend slide from his seat. There was the sound of broken glass from the vials that he knocked down on his way.
“Harry!” Snape was there almost instantly. When he turned the young man to examine him quickly, half the group gasped. He looked even worse than in the summer. His eves were sunken and black rimed, his cheeks hollow and deathly pale with a sickly tinge to it. Snape stood up.
“Miss Campbell, take over the class. Mobilicorpus.” And then the door shut behind them.
I also must answer to Hazel Wolf. I cannot put ‘dom!Harry’ neither in the summary, nor warnings. Call me a helpless romantic, but I believe in relationships of equals. This story will be about one of them.
Here is another chapter. I hope You'll like it, though it is a prelude to the real action, and those tend to be boring...
Always Yours,
CV
PS. Thank You so much J.S.=}
And another note for Hazel Wolf. If You want to read a very good dom!Harry story, even if it isn't a Vanteera story, I can recomend "Hero worship" by Ravenna C. Tan. Here is the address: http://ravenna-c-tan.livejournal.com/37894.html
Disclaimer: The world, characters and places used in this story belong to JKR's book Harry Potter. I have no profit from useing them.
Pairing: HP/SS
Rating: NC17
~~Chapter Three~~
On the first of September, Hermione and Ron were welcomed by a smile rivalling even that of Fleur, Lockheart not withstanding. They sat as always: near the centre of the table, with Hermione in between the two boys. In the buzz, people stared from all around. Some were just casting glances and some goggling openly.
“Hi, mate.” Ron clapped him on the back. “You look like shit.”
“Hi guys. I would like to,” he said miserably and tried to glare some second year down.
Hermione barely surprised a snort. “Really, Harry! You’re too pale. Haven’t you slept well?”
He stared at her, jaw slack. “How would you know?” She rolled her eyes.
“We know you, idiot. And she,” Ron gestured to his girlfriend, “has motherly instincts, or whatever it’s called towards you.”
“Oh, you! “ She swatted his shoulder playfully, but soon got back to topic at hand. “What’s happening Harry? Is it?..”
“No, it’s nothing. Just a few bad dreams. “He pulled his best innocent face. Not that he deluded himself believing that he stood even a chance to fool her, mind you, but he had to try anyway. Some of the girls around ‘awwed’ at him and he had to fight back the urge to hiss at them. “Hush now. It’s starting. I would really like to hear the song for a change.”
And so, they listened and then watched the sorting itself. Slytherin and Hufflepuff got exceptionally many new members. It left the rest of the school a little unsettled as it gave them a bigger opportunity to win the house cup. Harry noticed that the little first year across from him kept shooting murderous glances at Hermione. He nudged her and she flashed a little grin at both boys. Ever since they learned to distance themselves from what has been written and said about them, they developed a game of confusing people about their relationships dynamics. And they sure had a great tame of it. Hermione was positive, and Ron never argued for once, that Dean thought they were a threesome. Dumbledore, standing up to make his speech, stopped their plans to play. The bushy haired witch shifted her focus from her friends to the head table.
“There are three seats empty,” she commented.
“So?”
“So, only Snape and the new DADA teacher are missing, and that only makes two, Ron”
“I know maths, Harmione!”
“Maybe they introduced a new course?” proposed Harry to postpone the fight coming.
“A good course on Muggle versus Magical culture wouldn’t hurt. Some could use it very much,” she said looking pointedly over at the Slytherin table.
In the meantime the headmaster got his annual greetings and reminder of Filches rule list done away with.
“And finally, we have a couple of new additions to the faculty. First, we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Unfortunately, as you can see, she haven’t arrived yet.” Some whispers broke out throughout the room. “And secondly…” The back door opening interrupted the old wizard’s speech.
“Hey! Isn’t that the girl you bumped into yesterday? The one from the Fortesques?”
“Yeah, that’s her.”
“But what does she…”
“We’ll know if you’ll be quiet,” hissed Hermione.
“Ah! And here is our second addition!” Dumbledore smiled brightly. The whispers all around turned to the deafening buzz of almost a thousand people commenting at the same time. Until, that is, Snape helped the girl to her seat. For anyone other, it would be a simple gesture of politeness, but for Snape… The silence in the Great Hall was only short of eerie. Hermione shot a look at Harry but his face was blank. Dumbledore seemed oblivious. “Miss Campbell is a graduate form our school who graciously agreed to become professor Snape’s apprentice. She will be helping with your classes this year. Please welcome her warmly.”
Her chair screeched awfully when she stood up to bow. The silence stretched as every student present stared at her. She flushed, deep, brick-red colour staining her cheeks. The sound of Snape clearing his throat snapped the room out of its picture-like stupor. Timid, reluctant clapping sounded here and there and slowly built up volume. The girl sat back down and Hermione sized the moment to turn to Harry. Before she could say a word, though, the main door burst open to reveal a heavily cloaked silhouette.
“Finally! Please welcome Senior Auror Nimphadora Tonks, our new DADA teacher!”
She threw the hood back to reveal strikingly purple hair and a wide green. “Sorry to be late the first day of work, but I got postponed by a last minute business at the ministry. Good evening.” Her hair changed to no less vibrant shade of pink, as she bowed, and the room erupted in a deafening applause. It changed to laughter when she reached the head table and morphed her face to parody the professor she was stepping behind. It hasn’t included McGonagall, though. By the time she sat down at her own seat Miss Campbell was glaring daggers into her. Hermione did as well, but for entirely different reasons. She was livid. That kind of behaviour was disrespect in the least! A teacher should know better! When she turned to say as much to Harry, he was already gone.
*~*~*~*
If Hermione were to be asked, the proceeding weeks were a disaster. The school was ok, as always, but private life… That was an entirely different case. Thanks to Draco’s taunts about half of the school thought that Harry was using glamours on a constant basis. That resulted in even more attention to him than usual. As his friends, she and Ron received their own share of attention. Unlike other years, she found herself being watched closely at all times. Wherever she went, people whispered behind her back, only short of pointing fingers at her. It was getting on her nerves, to say the least. Not to mention it didn’t particularly enhance ones love life. Because, really, kissing isn’t all that much pleasurable when people stare at you from behind your partners back. From that perspective, Hermione could understand why Harry was so irritable lately. And she new that her constant squabbles with Ron didn’t help much. But than again, Harry was quidditch captain, and had that to vent his frustrations. They only had themselves. Well, it wasn’t entirely true: Ron was still in the team, but…Being in a relationship was far more taxing emotionally than not being able to have one. The girl didn’t liked herself much for thinking that, but that was how she felt.
She was so ensconced into her own problems, that it was already some time into the fist month when she started to notice things about her friend. That he ate less every day, for example. And Ron said that the same went for sleeping. The powers that they read about, that were supposed to develop gradually, haven’t even hinted on appearing yet…Every now and then he would make a face like if something pained him very much and massage this or that part of his body. But what got her really worried was when his face acquired a level of fuzziness – an evident sign that he in fact did start to use the glamour spell.
She wanted to discus this with Draco before she would try to corner Harry, but he didn’t know about the creature. It was too dangerous to tell him and she understood why. Than again there was Ron who would have kittens if he got wind of her talking with the blond. It was grating on her nerves, that he would be so jealous, but at the same time it was sort of flattering. All in all, it left her to deal with the problem on her own, even if it meant letting Harry know that she knew about his feelings for Snape. Because it was all about him, that much was sure. Him and that infernal Miss Campbell.
Hermione’s stomach churned at the mere thought of her. The girl was plain with her dull, grey eyes and mouse hair, but she knew how to get out of her way to gain attention. Coming to the class with loose hair, so that Snape had no other option then to get it done for her, was the simplest of her ideas. Sniffing dizzying drought at the top of a staircase, so that she could fall right into his arms was the most stupid. And if she dropped one more peace of paper at his feet, Hermione was going to scream. And Snape, the same Snape who could call Minerva McGonagall an old hag to her face, was taking it all in his stride and manages to be sickeningly polite all the time! Hermione herself felt like scraping her brain out with a spoon. Preferably a blunt one.
Every time she tried to talk it through with Harry, though, he managed to evade her or change the topic somehow. But not this time! After this double class they had a free period, and she was determined to corner him than and… A loud thud caught Hermione’s attention. What the hell was that woman doing?! Was she trying to kill them all?
“Not so hard, it is delicate.” There were some stupid snickers at Snape’s words but one glare silenced them all. “Here,” and he stepped behind her, taking the hand with the ladle into his.
‘Miss Campbell’ turned an awful shade of pink. Hermione glanced to the side to try and gauge how much it affected him. She was just in time to see her friend slide from his seat. There was the sound of broken glass from the vials that he knocked down on his way.
“Harry!” Snape was there almost instantly. When he turned the young man to examine him quickly, half the group gasped. He looked even worse than in the summer. His eves were sunken and black rimed, his cheeks hollow and deathly pale with a sickly tinge to it. Snape stood up.
“Miss Campbell, take over the class. Mobilicorpus.” And then the door shut behind them.