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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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27
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22,552
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183
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4
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Chapter Five
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Chapter Five
The knock came on Severus’s private quarter’s door at nearly one in the morning. Setting aside his book, he went over and answered it. Hermione was standing there, looking exhausted. Stepping aside, he watched as she walked over to the chair across from his and sat down hard. Wearily she leaned back and studied him as well, wondering if he had stayed up just in case she was to drop by. She nearly snorted at her own thought. Truth of the matter was that Snape was more than likely still awake due to insomnia or work she lectured herself.
“How did it go?” he asked her as he went over and sat down in the chair across from her.
“Better than I expected,” she admitted. “I had to call Albus into the meeting.”
“Really? Why is that?” he inquired.
She told him everything that had happened, finishing with, “You would think that Kingsley would know me at least well enough to know I’m not much of a liar.” She snickered. “You should have seen him. I swear if the man could have torn his own hair out by the end of the night, he would have.”
Severus smiled at this. “Fire whiskey?”
“That would be lovely,” she murmured, watching as he went to get the drink for them both. “It was agreed that there shall now be counseling here at the school for all the students.”
“And the prisoners in house detention?” he asked her.
“That hit more than a few snags.” She took the drink he was handing to her with a quiet thank you. “But it was agreed that it should be a prisoner by prisoner evaluation and that those qualified will have their houses completely stripped from top to bottom of magical items.”
“And how do you propose to do that?” he asked her quietly. “We are speaking of manor houses that have been within most of these families for well over one thousand years.”
“I suggested a tour of the entire house with a paid house elf that would be attached to the inspectors,” she said casually. “That way we would be assured that all the items would be retrieved.” Rolling her head around, she rubbed at her neck with a casual air. “They asked me who I thought would qualified for the program.” Hermione pursed her lips. “That was difficult at best.”
“Did you say anyone?”
“You’ll never believe whom I mentioned,” she sighed, setting down the drink and moved forward on the chair so that she could rub at her upper back. “Lucius Malfoy.”
“That must have gone over as well as the Black Death,” he muttered, watching her as she was trying to contort herself so that she could massage the middle of her back. About all this did was dislodged the hair from on top of her head in a rather unsexy fashion best left to those in the throws of a epileptic fit. “What are you doing, witch?”
“My back is cramping,” she muttered.
“Is it bad?” he inquired as he walked over to see for himself.
What he saw had him muttering a curse. Severus pressed his hand to the muscle that was contorting so badly that it was visible through her clothing. He went over to his potions cabinet and came back with a muscle relaxer, making her drink it.
“You know,” she said in a drugged drawl as soon as the potion began to work. “I’ve never been one for extreme violence. But I would gladly bring Bellatrix LeStrange back from the dead just for the opportunity to pluck her eyes out, cut off her fingers and toes, cut out her tongue and then kill her in the slowest most painful way possible.”
Severus went still. “Why?”
She looked up into his face. “I was tortured by her and the dark lord. There were others in the room, but they were the only ones that I remember.” She stood up stretching. “Them and Greyback.”
His black eyes went wide. “Bella tortured you and you’re still sane?”
She tilted her head, sending her lopsided hairdo into further tangles. “Given the fact that I’ve been trying to keep death eaters out of Azkaban for the majority of the day there might be more than a few out in the world that would disagree with you.”
He snorted. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Severus studied her a moment. “Why did you suggest Lucius Malfoy of all people for this life time probation program of yours?”
“He’s smart,” she answered quietly. “Smarter than many give him credit for. I think he could help the rebuild go faster. Now if I can just convince him of that, everything will be…” Hermione paused to think it over. “Not perfect—never that, but it won’t suck as much.”
He tried to keep himself from smiling at her drugged state and what she was saying as a result of it. “You need a keeper.”
She began walking to the door slowly. “You are more than likely correct in your estimation, but pray tell who could this paragon be? After all, I tend to scare most. Once I scared a man with the book I was reading.”
“Really what was it?”
“ ‘Potions of Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow’ by Douglas van der Kirk,” she murmured. “He was hoping I was less than bright, I suppose.”
“Some men are like that,” he replied. “It only reflects their own less than stellar intellect.”
“True,” she said with a nod of her head. “The fact that I used the weighty tome to break his nose, because he was attempting to grab my ass didn’t help either.”
This had the wizard bursting out into laughter.
“The book now has a bloodstain. Which ticked me off even more, as it was a first edition!” She stopped at the doorway to looked over to him. “It’s good to see you smile so. You don’t do it often enough. But never fear, I shan’t tell a soul. I wouldn’t want people to begin to question your cold heartless totally Slytherin demeanor.” She walked slowly out the door with a small finger wave. “Good night, Severus.”
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Draco walked into the courtroom with an air of doom about him. They had been asked to leave their solicitor outside for the first part of the meeting, which for him only meant that they were going to start the beatings earlier than he thought. He was only eighteen and he was more than likely going to be spending the rest of his natural born life in hell. Congratulations, he thought, you are now a complete failure. His mother, who had her trial earlier and was cleared, took his hand as they went into the center of the court, both waiting for the hammer to fall as it were. But when the court didn’t convene, he began to wonder what was going on.
Hermione rushed into the room, paperwork falling from her grasp. Letting out a curse, she flicked her wand sending out a paperwork gathering spell that she had learned in her third year. Letting out a long breath, she looked over to Draco and nodded.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said, pulling out a pen from the now messy bun held together with what appeared to be whatever was handy at the moment she was trying to fix it. “I had to run all the way from the other courtroom where your father’s trial has just finished up.” He could have sworn she muttered, “Who needs to workout when there's the Ministry.”
“What…” Draco started, but Hermione held up her hand as she kept rifling through the papers in front of her until she located the ones she was searching for.
“I’ll explain everything in regards to your father in a moment,” she murmured. “But for now, we need to deal with what is to be your future.”
“I don’t have a future,” Draco muttered.
Hermione looked over to Narcissa. “I don’t believe this is so.” Her eyes went wide as the younger witch handed over the parchment to her. “What do you think, Mrs. Malfoy?”
The woman gasped as she looked back up to Hermione. “B-but…”
Draco took the paper from her, reading it quickly. Looking to the girl in front of him, he asked, “How can this be?”
“You saved Harry’s life,” Hermione said quietly. “You both did.” Her amber eyes went hard. “Never think for one moment that you will not be watched. If you step one toe out of place, you will never see daylight again.” She went up to him, both staring into each other’s eyes. “Life won’t be easy, Draco.”
“But I won’t be going to Azkaban?” he asked in a hoarse voice. The blond young man in front of her was practically crying. “Why? I’ve done nothing but hurt and berate you since we’ve met!”
“This isn’t about me,” she said quietly. “We need to go over the paperwork together. Where is your solicitor so we can do this now?”
***
It's time for the Review Sing-A-Long! Yesterday's answer was "Why Can't We be Friends" by the group War. They were big in the 1970's and I thought the song would through people for a loop, but low and behold it stumped everyone! Go figure.
And here it is today's song! "Please send me a review/Turn back the clock/Give me some time/I need to break out" So there it is! And I'll even be nice this time by giving you a hint. Maybe I shouldn't though, you might think I was lying to you. There it is. Did you get it? I'm a sneaky one (evil laugh). Have a brilliant day everyone!
PLEASE READ & REVIEW!!
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Chapter Five
The knock came on Severus’s private quarter’s door at nearly one in the morning. Setting aside his book, he went over and answered it. Hermione was standing there, looking exhausted. Stepping aside, he watched as she walked over to the chair across from his and sat down hard. Wearily she leaned back and studied him as well, wondering if he had stayed up just in case she was to drop by. She nearly snorted at her own thought. Truth of the matter was that Snape was more than likely still awake due to insomnia or work she lectured herself.
“How did it go?” he asked her as he went over and sat down in the chair across from her.
“Better than I expected,” she admitted. “I had to call Albus into the meeting.”
“Really? Why is that?” he inquired.
She told him everything that had happened, finishing with, “You would think that Kingsley would know me at least well enough to know I’m not much of a liar.” She snickered. “You should have seen him. I swear if the man could have torn his own hair out by the end of the night, he would have.”
Severus smiled at this. “Fire whiskey?”
“That would be lovely,” she murmured, watching as he went to get the drink for them both. “It was agreed that there shall now be counseling here at the school for all the students.”
“And the prisoners in house detention?” he asked her.
“That hit more than a few snags.” She took the drink he was handing to her with a quiet thank you. “But it was agreed that it should be a prisoner by prisoner evaluation and that those qualified will have their houses completely stripped from top to bottom of magical items.”
“And how do you propose to do that?” he asked her quietly. “We are speaking of manor houses that have been within most of these families for well over one thousand years.”
“I suggested a tour of the entire house with a paid house elf that would be attached to the inspectors,” she said casually. “That way we would be assured that all the items would be retrieved.” Rolling her head around, she rubbed at her neck with a casual air. “They asked me who I thought would qualified for the program.” Hermione pursed her lips. “That was difficult at best.”
“Did you say anyone?”
“You’ll never believe whom I mentioned,” she sighed, setting down the drink and moved forward on the chair so that she could rub at her upper back. “Lucius Malfoy.”
“That must have gone over as well as the Black Death,” he muttered, watching her as she was trying to contort herself so that she could massage the middle of her back. About all this did was dislodged the hair from on top of her head in a rather unsexy fashion best left to those in the throws of a epileptic fit. “What are you doing, witch?”
“My back is cramping,” she muttered.
“Is it bad?” he inquired as he walked over to see for himself.
What he saw had him muttering a curse. Severus pressed his hand to the muscle that was contorting so badly that it was visible through her clothing. He went over to his potions cabinet and came back with a muscle relaxer, making her drink it.
“You know,” she said in a drugged drawl as soon as the potion began to work. “I’ve never been one for extreme violence. But I would gladly bring Bellatrix LeStrange back from the dead just for the opportunity to pluck her eyes out, cut off her fingers and toes, cut out her tongue and then kill her in the slowest most painful way possible.”
Severus went still. “Why?”
She looked up into his face. “I was tortured by her and the dark lord. There were others in the room, but they were the only ones that I remember.” She stood up stretching. “Them and Greyback.”
His black eyes went wide. “Bella tortured you and you’re still sane?”
She tilted her head, sending her lopsided hairdo into further tangles. “Given the fact that I’ve been trying to keep death eaters out of Azkaban for the majority of the day there might be more than a few out in the world that would disagree with you.”
He snorted. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Severus studied her a moment. “Why did you suggest Lucius Malfoy of all people for this life time probation program of yours?”
“He’s smart,” she answered quietly. “Smarter than many give him credit for. I think he could help the rebuild go faster. Now if I can just convince him of that, everything will be…” Hermione paused to think it over. “Not perfect—never that, but it won’t suck as much.”
He tried to keep himself from smiling at her drugged state and what she was saying as a result of it. “You need a keeper.”
She began walking to the door slowly. “You are more than likely correct in your estimation, but pray tell who could this paragon be? After all, I tend to scare most. Once I scared a man with the book I was reading.”
“Really what was it?”
“ ‘Potions of Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow’ by Douglas van der Kirk,” she murmured. “He was hoping I was less than bright, I suppose.”
“Some men are like that,” he replied. “It only reflects their own less than stellar intellect.”
“True,” she said with a nod of her head. “The fact that I used the weighty tome to break his nose, because he was attempting to grab my ass didn’t help either.”
This had the wizard bursting out into laughter.
“The book now has a bloodstain. Which ticked me off even more, as it was a first edition!” She stopped at the doorway to looked over to him. “It’s good to see you smile so. You don’t do it often enough. But never fear, I shan’t tell a soul. I wouldn’t want people to begin to question your cold heartless totally Slytherin demeanor.” She walked slowly out the door with a small finger wave. “Good night, Severus.”
***
Draco walked into the courtroom with an air of doom about him. They had been asked to leave their solicitor outside for the first part of the meeting, which for him only meant that they were going to start the beatings earlier than he thought. He was only eighteen and he was more than likely going to be spending the rest of his natural born life in hell. Congratulations, he thought, you are now a complete failure. His mother, who had her trial earlier and was cleared, took his hand as they went into the center of the court, both waiting for the hammer to fall as it were. But when the court didn’t convene, he began to wonder what was going on.
Hermione rushed into the room, paperwork falling from her grasp. Letting out a curse, she flicked her wand sending out a paperwork gathering spell that she had learned in her third year. Letting out a long breath, she looked over to Draco and nodded.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said, pulling out a pen from the now messy bun held together with what appeared to be whatever was handy at the moment she was trying to fix it. “I had to run all the way from the other courtroom where your father’s trial has just finished up.” He could have sworn she muttered, “Who needs to workout when there's the Ministry.”
“What…” Draco started, but Hermione held up her hand as she kept rifling through the papers in front of her until she located the ones she was searching for.
“I’ll explain everything in regards to your father in a moment,” she murmured. “But for now, we need to deal with what is to be your future.”
“I don’t have a future,” Draco muttered.
Hermione looked over to Narcissa. “I don’t believe this is so.” Her eyes went wide as the younger witch handed over the parchment to her. “What do you think, Mrs. Malfoy?”
The woman gasped as she looked back up to Hermione. “B-but…”
Draco took the paper from her, reading it quickly. Looking to the girl in front of him, he asked, “How can this be?”
“You saved Harry’s life,” Hermione said quietly. “You both did.” Her amber eyes went hard. “Never think for one moment that you will not be watched. If you step one toe out of place, you will never see daylight again.” She went up to him, both staring into each other’s eyes. “Life won’t be easy, Draco.”
“But I won’t be going to Azkaban?” he asked in a hoarse voice. The blond young man in front of her was practically crying. “Why? I’ve done nothing but hurt and berate you since we’ve met!”
“This isn’t about me,” she said quietly. “We need to go over the paperwork together. Where is your solicitor so we can do this now?”
***
It's time for the Review Sing-A-Long! Yesterday's answer was "Why Can't We be Friends" by the group War. They were big in the 1970's and I thought the song would through people for a loop, but low and behold it stumped everyone! Go figure.
And here it is today's song! "Please send me a review/Turn back the clock/Give me some time/I need to break out" So there it is! And I'll even be nice this time by giving you a hint. Maybe I shouldn't though, you might think I was lying to you. There it is. Did you get it? I'm a sneaky one (evil laugh). Have a brilliant day everyone!