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Chapter 4
Status: Work in Progress
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: Adult situations, some language, sexual situations…list may change as story progresses.
Summary: Finding her there had been a surprise, but nothing compared to what happened when she woke. HP fan-fiction, HG/SS.
Disclaimer: All characters/situations/places/events that you recognize belong to JK Rowling and the rest of the legal owners of everything Harry Potter. I make no money off of the writing of this fic, and intend no copyright infringement. I’m only having a little fun. And I would definitely take those two Slytherins home for tea…
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Surprisingly, She Didn\'t by Remetan
Chapter 4
She was seething. How dare they? How dare they? She might not remember anything, but she certainly didn’t believe that she would be idiotic enough to have placed herself willingly into a situation with two such despicable and untrustworthy men. She considered the possibilities as she scrubbed at her face.
The blond one, what was his name? Ah, yes, Draco. Well, he was obviously a bit of an prat, wasn’t he? Too stuck on himself and his own good looks to think much past them. The other one, though, that Severus, she would have to watch out for him. He was definitely very smart, and appeared to have experience with mind games.
And to hear them talking about attempting to gain her trust! That settled it. There was no way she would trust either of them. She would take everything they said and did with a grain of salt.
She toweled off her face and began to pick through the clothes Draco had tossed at her. Interesting -- from his attitude toward her earlier, she would have assumed that he would have brought her the most disgusting and unflattering clothing around. Evidently, his ego wouldn’t allow him to purchase clothing that was not quality and attractive. Though the clothes were mostly second hand, they were all beautiful. He had even thought to buy new underthings for her. She picked out a simple bra and panty set, the bottoms fit perfectly, though the top was a little snug. Then, she shimmied into a pair of worn and faded blue jeans and a simple lace top.
He had even managed to find her runners that fit well. She wondered briefly how it was possible that he had gotten all of her sizes almost exactly right, then decided that train of thought was better left alone for now.
She found a clean washrag and scrubbed at her teeth with it, then used a brush she had located in an attempt to straighten out her mass of hair. Finally growing frustrated, she found a bit of yarn and tied her hair back at the nape of her neck.
Now then, she had to think of a plan. She sat herself down on the side of the tub, stretched her feet out in front of her and began to think.
They knew her - that much was obvious. Severus had said that he had been her professor at one point, and Draco, her class mate. Well then. Draco and she obviously had a less than pleasant past, and Severus couldn’t very well have known her that well. The information she got out of either of them as pertained to her personally would be limited at best. They may, however, be able to tell her why she was here. She had gathered from the way they were treating her and the things they had said that she had only just arrived. Perhaps they would be able to contact someone who actually cared about her, and who would be far better company for her as she attempted to regain her memories than these two would be.
That settled, she would get what she could from them, and attempt to placate them into thinking that she was trusting of them. It wouldn’t do, obviously, to trust them too quickly. Though flattery might work on the snobby one, the older man would certainly see right through it.
Basic information, then. Hopefully, she would be afforded the opportunity to deal with each of them on their own. Dealing with both men at the same time would be cumbersome and tricky. She would work on Severus first. Though he seemed touchy and irritable, at least he had held some position of authority over her, and might respond well to the respect that should be afforded someone in his position. Also, she probably didn’t have as volatile a relationship with him as she did with Draco.
She would ask him simple questions, try to gain as much of her own history as she could; how old she was, where she came from, friends’ names, that sort of thing. Though she didn’t yet know what his angle would be, she knew he, at least, would attempt to tell her as much as he could. The information could be highly biased, but that was to be expected.
She quickly reviewed all she had heard, everything they had said to her and to each other. She knew she should steer clear for now of the topic of what this professor and student were doing living in a remote cottage. Obviously, they had something to hide. She would certainly have to be on guard.
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Severus quickly went over the plan he had formulated. He had told her that he was her professor which was good. That established a certain form of relationship. Though he may have come off as short-tempered and rude, he certainly hadn’t shown her as much disdain as Draco had. That would work to his benefit. He could set up a relationship with her in which they had been nothing more than student and teacher, in which he may have been a harsh task master, but nothing more than that. He would be able to skip over their past associations and his obvious dislike of her friends and activities while she was under his tutelage. He would have to speak with Draco about not shattering that illusion.
There was one problem with that; he would have to remember not to sneer as he mentioned her friends. He was convinced she would ask about them, how could she not? Perhaps he could gloss it over, let her know the school had a fairly large number of students and that he couldn’t very well be bothered to pay attention to the fickle friendships every student had. Besides, he could let her know that she was not in his house, and so while another professor would be able to give her more in depth information in that regard, he was certainly unable to do so. Yes, that would do it.
Draco had brought up an interesting point, however. Did she recall anything about being a witch, or even the existence of magic? He would have to tread carefully, there. He needed to be as honest with her as possible. He needed to get her to remember so that he could find out her motivations for hunting him down, but it wouldn’t do to scare her or to help her regain her memories before she trusted him. He would be walking a fine line indeed.
Just then, he heard the door to the washroom open and soft footsteps making their way toward him.
“Hello, sir. Thank you for allowing me the time and privacy to clean up.” She used polite tones, laced with soft respect.
He smiled at her, he hoped kindly, and held his hand out in indication of the chair across from him.
“Have a seat, Miss Granger. And please, call me Severus, as I am no longer your professor and we are obviously no longer in school,” he said smoothly as he took a seat in the chair he had previously occupied.
‘Oh, honestly,’ she thought as she sat, ‘laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?’
“And you must call me Hermione, as you said earlier that that was my name?” She smiled at him as well, trying to improve upon his expression of kindness as though showing him how it should be done.
“Ah, yes of course. Thank you, Hermione,” his voice had softened, and tickled over her name. She shivered slightly, and then caught a glimpse of him in her memory. He looked possibly a decade younger, but still very recognizable.
“I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death...”
Oh, Gods...did she honestly think he had questionable sex appeal before? Though there was no feeling of desire attached to this memory (she must have been very young indeed) she certainly felt it flow through her now. Her cheeks warmed as she compared the man in the memory to the one before her, and she wondered briefly what it would be like to have that intensity focused on her, to have that voice speaking about her, to her, his breath tickling her ear.
Severus watched her face; something had just occurred. Was it possible she had just remembered something? Then he saw...no, that wasn’t possible. Was that lust in her eyes?
“Hermione?” he questioned softly.
Her face instantly turned even redder, and she looked away from him quickly, her eyes darting about the room.
“I am sorry, Severus. I just had a recollection of something from my past.” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
“Will you tell me what it was, Hermione? I may be able to attach a bit more information to the memory, if it is something I recognize.” He left his tone decidedly ambiguous. It wouldn’t do to let her know he had seen that look in her eye. It may very well be a bit of information he could use, a weakness.
Praying that he hadn’t read the desire in her eyes, for he would immediately, and quite rightly attach it to himself, she told him what she had just seen.
“It was a memory of you, Severus, speaking of what you would be teaching us in your class.”
Well, well, well. This was a useful revelation. The foolish girl had a memory of him speaking, and actually felt desire for him. This could pay off immensely. He would certainly use that to his advantage. He smiled wickedly on the inside, but left his face blank.
“Some tea, Hermione? It seems that you and I are in for a discussion tonight. It may go better with refreshments.”
She could certainly use something to do with her hands, something to look at other than him. It would be very unwise to let him know of that little flicker of attraction. She was fairly certain he hadn’t seen it. He would have to be extremely observant or have the ability to read minds to have caught that fleeting reaction, surely. Still, she had to get control of herself, and that sort of feeling toward someone she would not allow herself to trust would be terribly, terribly stupid.
“Yes, that would be lovely, thanks.” She smiled at him as he got up to fetch the tea.
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: Adult situations, some language, sexual situations…list may change as story progresses.
Summary: Finding her there had been a surprise, but nothing compared to what happened when she woke. HP fan-fiction, HG/SS.
Disclaimer: All characters/situations/places/events that you recognize belong to JK Rowling and the rest of the legal owners of everything Harry Potter. I make no money off of the writing of this fic, and intend no copyright infringement. I’m only having a little fun. And I would definitely take those two Slytherins home for tea…
Surprisingly, She Didn\'t by Remetan
Chapter 4
She was seething. How dare they? How dare they? She might not remember anything, but she certainly didn’t believe that she would be idiotic enough to have placed herself willingly into a situation with two such despicable and untrustworthy men. She considered the possibilities as she scrubbed at her face.
The blond one, what was his name? Ah, yes, Draco. Well, he was obviously a bit of an prat, wasn’t he? Too stuck on himself and his own good looks to think much past them. The other one, though, that Severus, she would have to watch out for him. He was definitely very smart, and appeared to have experience with mind games.
And to hear them talking about attempting to gain her trust! That settled it. There was no way she would trust either of them. She would take everything they said and did with a grain of salt.
She toweled off her face and began to pick through the clothes Draco had tossed at her. Interesting -- from his attitude toward her earlier, she would have assumed that he would have brought her the most disgusting and unflattering clothing around. Evidently, his ego wouldn’t allow him to purchase clothing that was not quality and attractive. Though the clothes were mostly second hand, they were all beautiful. He had even thought to buy new underthings for her. She picked out a simple bra and panty set, the bottoms fit perfectly, though the top was a little snug. Then, she shimmied into a pair of worn and faded blue jeans and a simple lace top.
He had even managed to find her runners that fit well. She wondered briefly how it was possible that he had gotten all of her sizes almost exactly right, then decided that train of thought was better left alone for now.
She found a clean washrag and scrubbed at her teeth with it, then used a brush she had located in an attempt to straighten out her mass of hair. Finally growing frustrated, she found a bit of yarn and tied her hair back at the nape of her neck.
Now then, she had to think of a plan. She sat herself down on the side of the tub, stretched her feet out in front of her and began to think.
They knew her - that much was obvious. Severus had said that he had been her professor at one point, and Draco, her class mate. Well then. Draco and she obviously had a less than pleasant past, and Severus couldn’t very well have known her that well. The information she got out of either of them as pertained to her personally would be limited at best. They may, however, be able to tell her why she was here. She had gathered from the way they were treating her and the things they had said that she had only just arrived. Perhaps they would be able to contact someone who actually cared about her, and who would be far better company for her as she attempted to regain her memories than these two would be.
That settled, she would get what she could from them, and attempt to placate them into thinking that she was trusting of them. It wouldn’t do, obviously, to trust them too quickly. Though flattery might work on the snobby one, the older man would certainly see right through it.
Basic information, then. Hopefully, she would be afforded the opportunity to deal with each of them on their own. Dealing with both men at the same time would be cumbersome and tricky. She would work on Severus first. Though he seemed touchy and irritable, at least he had held some position of authority over her, and might respond well to the respect that should be afforded someone in his position. Also, she probably didn’t have as volatile a relationship with him as she did with Draco.
She would ask him simple questions, try to gain as much of her own history as she could; how old she was, where she came from, friends’ names, that sort of thing. Though she didn’t yet know what his angle would be, she knew he, at least, would attempt to tell her as much as he could. The information could be highly biased, but that was to be expected.
She quickly reviewed all she had heard, everything they had said to her and to each other. She knew she should steer clear for now of the topic of what this professor and student were doing living in a remote cottage. Obviously, they had something to hide. She would certainly have to be on guard.
Severus quickly went over the plan he had formulated. He had told her that he was her professor which was good. That established a certain form of relationship. Though he may have come off as short-tempered and rude, he certainly hadn’t shown her as much disdain as Draco had. That would work to his benefit. He could set up a relationship with her in which they had been nothing more than student and teacher, in which he may have been a harsh task master, but nothing more than that. He would be able to skip over their past associations and his obvious dislike of her friends and activities while she was under his tutelage. He would have to speak with Draco about not shattering that illusion.
There was one problem with that; he would have to remember not to sneer as he mentioned her friends. He was convinced she would ask about them, how could she not? Perhaps he could gloss it over, let her know the school had a fairly large number of students and that he couldn’t very well be bothered to pay attention to the fickle friendships every student had. Besides, he could let her know that she was not in his house, and so while another professor would be able to give her more in depth information in that regard, he was certainly unable to do so. Yes, that would do it.
Draco had brought up an interesting point, however. Did she recall anything about being a witch, or even the existence of magic? He would have to tread carefully, there. He needed to be as honest with her as possible. He needed to get her to remember so that he could find out her motivations for hunting him down, but it wouldn’t do to scare her or to help her regain her memories before she trusted him. He would be walking a fine line indeed.
Just then, he heard the door to the washroom open and soft footsteps making their way toward him.
“Hello, sir. Thank you for allowing me the time and privacy to clean up.” She used polite tones, laced with soft respect.
He smiled at her, he hoped kindly, and held his hand out in indication of the chair across from him.
“Have a seat, Miss Granger. And please, call me Severus, as I am no longer your professor and we are obviously no longer in school,” he said smoothly as he took a seat in the chair he had previously occupied.
‘Oh, honestly,’ she thought as she sat, ‘laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?’
“And you must call me Hermione, as you said earlier that that was my name?” She smiled at him as well, trying to improve upon his expression of kindness as though showing him how it should be done.
“Ah, yes of course. Thank you, Hermione,” his voice had softened, and tickled over her name. She shivered slightly, and then caught a glimpse of him in her memory. He looked possibly a decade younger, but still very recognizable.
“I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death...”
Oh, Gods...did she honestly think he had questionable sex appeal before? Though there was no feeling of desire attached to this memory (she must have been very young indeed) she certainly felt it flow through her now. Her cheeks warmed as she compared the man in the memory to the one before her, and she wondered briefly what it would be like to have that intensity focused on her, to have that voice speaking about her, to her, his breath tickling her ear.
Severus watched her face; something had just occurred. Was it possible she had just remembered something? Then he saw...no, that wasn’t possible. Was that lust in her eyes?
“Hermione?” he questioned softly.
Her face instantly turned even redder, and she looked away from him quickly, her eyes darting about the room.
“I am sorry, Severus. I just had a recollection of something from my past.” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
“Will you tell me what it was, Hermione? I may be able to attach a bit more information to the memory, if it is something I recognize.” He left his tone decidedly ambiguous. It wouldn’t do to let her know he had seen that look in her eye. It may very well be a bit of information he could use, a weakness.
Praying that he hadn’t read the desire in her eyes, for he would immediately, and quite rightly attach it to himself, she told him what she had just seen.
“It was a memory of you, Severus, speaking of what you would be teaching us in your class.”
Well, well, well. This was a useful revelation. The foolish girl had a memory of him speaking, and actually felt desire for him. This could pay off immensely. He would certainly use that to his advantage. He smiled wickedly on the inside, but left his face blank.
“Some tea, Hermione? It seems that you and I are in for a discussion tonight. It may go better with refreshments.”
She could certainly use something to do with her hands, something to look at other than him. It would be very unwise to let him know of that little flicker of attraction. She was fairly certain he hadn’t seen it. He would have to be extremely observant or have the ability to read minds to have caught that fleeting reaction, surely. Still, she had to get control of herself, and that sort of feeling toward someone she would not allow herself to trust would be terribly, terribly stupid.
“Yes, that would be lovely, thanks.” She smiled at him as he got up to fetch the tea.