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The Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
22,039
Reviews:
74
Recommended:
1
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 6
Merlin! Could I have said any more wrong things in that interview? And yet he still offered me an apprenticeship?!? And I thought that he wasn’t even sure he was going to interview me – I thought this was a preliminary meeting. And yet he made a formal offer!!! This is great!!! Now I’ve got a back-up, if Seerstram doesn’t work out. AND, I am still in shock that Snape actually praised me. Of course, he had to then tell me that he was going to work me even harder, but I swear, there were some compliments buried in that meeting today! For a moment, he almost seemed human. Almost!
I just hope that he didn’t take some of the stuff I said the wrong way – like wanting to study with someone who combined knowledge from a bunch of different areas. I hoped that he didn’t take that to mean that I didn’t think that he did. (Well, he does have pretty firm beliefs on ‘silly wand waving’, so, maybe I did mean that one!) But I hope he wasn’t insulted with the ‘rudimentary skills’ comment – I didn’t mean it thay, ay, but it didn’t sound so good when it came out.
Still, I guess I didn’t insult him too badly – he DID offer me an apprenticeship. *gulp.
****
The day after Christmas, Hermione sat in her room, having a bit of sherry, and looking out the window, musing. The sherry had been a Christmas present from Molly Weasley (a change from the customary sweater), brought with Harry and Ron yesterday afternoon. Harry was excited about Snape’s offer of the apprenticeship – mostly because he figured that if Snape offered to take her on, there would be no questions that the Norwegian guy would also take her on. Ron, on the other hand, looked positively ill at the notion that Hermione would “indenture herself to that greasy git.”
Watching the snow fall lazily, her mind flashed back yet again to her interview with Snape. She was still amazed that he had said the things that he had - it almost sounded like he enjoyed having her in class. And his little threat about making her work harder – that just sounded like a cover-up for admitting that he liked having her in class. Interesting… Maybe the guy really wasn’t all bad.
Her brain conjured up images from her dreams, Snape’s hands on her body, his mouth on her body… She sighed. Merlin! This was a dangerous way to think. Finishing her small glass of sherry, Hermione pulled out her diary. At least here was a nice, safe spot to write down her dreams. Except that her dreams and her interview had gotten her thinking a bit more about the man behind the black robes. Surely he was more than just a black-hearted bastard, wasn’t he? She shook her head. Damn. Any thinking along these lines could not be good…
She picked up her quill:
I wonder why he hides behind that mask of uncompromising arrogance. I wonder what he’s really like, when you strip all that away. Maybe not a man who dreams of window boxes, and bubble baths, but I bet that he is not as inflexible and malicious as he lets on to be. I bet that his tormenting stud and and his general bad-attitude is just a façade.
I wonder what he does for fun. Tee hee. Snape. Fun. Two words that do not belong on the same page together. I mean, he’s got to do something beyond just brood, and torture kittens. You’d think so, at least. I find it hard to believe that that is all there is to him. Sure, he’s probably the way he is in class, because he doesn’t want us to think he’s actually got any emotions. Maybe he thinks that if we see him as a real person, with emotions, that we’ll stop working as hard, and we’ll all blow up the Potions lab. But c’mon, now we just all think that he sprung full-grown from the head of his father, and doesn’t have any real parents.
I wonder what he reads when he’s not buried in Potions Annual….
And, I wonder if he’s anything like how he is in those dreams…. I wonder if those hands that alternate between crushing some ingredients andicaticately handling others are as sensitive as you might think.
****
“This is bad. This is almost an addiction, Severus. Stop reading her damn diary. The girl is going to be out of here in a few months, she will probably hook up with some big Norwegian named Sven, and will stumble to remember your name when you run in to her at conferences. “
“Well, good. If she’s going to completely forget me in a few months anyway, what’s the problem with just taking a little peek in the diary?”
“Why do you even care what she has written about you? If she’s written about you at all. C’mon. Those dreams were just a hormonal imbalance, and you know it.” The arguments in Snape’s head kept going back and forth.
He had to admit, that if Miss Granger did have a childish crush on him, she had the common sense to not do anything that would foolishly let her desires be known. Even in the interview, when she was telling him how much she enjoyed his class, she focused on academic aspects of the class, and on his teaching methods. Not on him specifically.
“Maybe she’s gotten over me. Maybe I can just look, and as soon as she starts talking about Potter, or Weasley, or someone, I’ll close the book and be done with it..”
Having convinced himself, Snape poured himself a Scotch, and sat down with the book and began reading.
“Torturing kittens? Where the hell did she get that idea? And yesI do more than just brood. I do have emotions. They’re just none of your damn business, Miss Granger. And no, I was not ‘sprung full-grown’ from anyone. Gods. That’ll teach me to read some teenage girl\'s diary.”
I just hope that he didn’t take some of the stuff I said the wrong way – like wanting to study with someone who combined knowledge from a bunch of different areas. I hoped that he didn’t take that to mean that I didn’t think that he did. (Well, he does have pretty firm beliefs on ‘silly wand waving’, so, maybe I did mean that one!) But I hope he wasn’t insulted with the ‘rudimentary skills’ comment – I didn’t mean it thay, ay, but it didn’t sound so good when it came out.
Still, I guess I didn’t insult him too badly – he DID offer me an apprenticeship. *gulp.
****
The day after Christmas, Hermione sat in her room, having a bit of sherry, and looking out the window, musing. The sherry had been a Christmas present from Molly Weasley (a change from the customary sweater), brought with Harry and Ron yesterday afternoon. Harry was excited about Snape’s offer of the apprenticeship – mostly because he figured that if Snape offered to take her on, there would be no questions that the Norwegian guy would also take her on. Ron, on the other hand, looked positively ill at the notion that Hermione would “indenture herself to that greasy git.”
Watching the snow fall lazily, her mind flashed back yet again to her interview with Snape. She was still amazed that he had said the things that he had - it almost sounded like he enjoyed having her in class. And his little threat about making her work harder – that just sounded like a cover-up for admitting that he liked having her in class. Interesting… Maybe the guy really wasn’t all bad.
Her brain conjured up images from her dreams, Snape’s hands on her body, his mouth on her body… She sighed. Merlin! This was a dangerous way to think. Finishing her small glass of sherry, Hermione pulled out her diary. At least here was a nice, safe spot to write down her dreams. Except that her dreams and her interview had gotten her thinking a bit more about the man behind the black robes. Surely he was more than just a black-hearted bastard, wasn’t he? She shook her head. Damn. Any thinking along these lines could not be good…
She picked up her quill:
I wonder why he hides behind that mask of uncompromising arrogance. I wonder what he’s really like, when you strip all that away. Maybe not a man who dreams of window boxes, and bubble baths, but I bet that he is not as inflexible and malicious as he lets on to be. I bet that his tormenting stud and and his general bad-attitude is just a façade.
I wonder what he does for fun. Tee hee. Snape. Fun. Two words that do not belong on the same page together. I mean, he’s got to do something beyond just brood, and torture kittens. You’d think so, at least. I find it hard to believe that that is all there is to him. Sure, he’s probably the way he is in class, because he doesn’t want us to think he’s actually got any emotions. Maybe he thinks that if we see him as a real person, with emotions, that we’ll stop working as hard, and we’ll all blow up the Potions lab. But c’mon, now we just all think that he sprung full-grown from the head of his father, and doesn’t have any real parents.
I wonder what he reads when he’s not buried in Potions Annual….
And, I wonder if he’s anything like how he is in those dreams…. I wonder if those hands that alternate between crushing some ingredients andicaticately handling others are as sensitive as you might think.
****
“This is bad. This is almost an addiction, Severus. Stop reading her damn diary. The girl is going to be out of here in a few months, she will probably hook up with some big Norwegian named Sven, and will stumble to remember your name when you run in to her at conferences. “
“Well, good. If she’s going to completely forget me in a few months anyway, what’s the problem with just taking a little peek in the diary?”
“Why do you even care what she has written about you? If she’s written about you at all. C’mon. Those dreams were just a hormonal imbalance, and you know it.” The arguments in Snape’s head kept going back and forth.
He had to admit, that if Miss Granger did have a childish crush on him, she had the common sense to not do anything that would foolishly let her desires be known. Even in the interview, when she was telling him how much she enjoyed his class, she focused on academic aspects of the class, and on his teaching methods. Not on him specifically.
“Maybe she’s gotten over me. Maybe I can just look, and as soon as she starts talking about Potter, or Weasley, or someone, I’ll close the book and be done with it..”
Having convinced himself, Snape poured himself a Scotch, and sat down with the book and began reading.
“Torturing kittens? Where the hell did she get that idea? And yesI do more than just brood. I do have emotions. They’re just none of your damn business, Miss Granger. And no, I was not ‘sprung full-grown’ from anyone. Gods. That’ll teach me to read some teenage girl\'s diary.”