errorYou must be logged in to review this story.
Enforced Therapy
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,973
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,973
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter (wish I did). I make no money from this (I'm still broke).
Remus
PLEASE READ & REVIEW!!!
***
Remus
Hermione brought breakfast this morning, along with coffee and tea. I was so grateful for the food that I barely got the words out before I began eating. How I managed to do so without using my fingers, I don’t know. If anything, I think it was seeing Ron Weasley making a right pig out of himself. It was enough to hold me back, I’m sure.
Sirius, having consumed the better part of a bottle of fire whiskey this morning, wasn’t in the mood to eat and gave his to me as well. I thanked him quietly and went on eating. It was in the middle of the eating that the new therapist came in.
The man walked around silently. There was something about the man that was familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t until he pulled out a riding crop and hit it hard on the table in front of him that it came to me. He reminded me of a drill instructor I saw in a muggle movie once.
Hermione got up from her chair, yanked the crop from him, proceeded to break it in half though how was a mystery, and handed it back to him.
“If you try that again, I’ll stick the next where the sun doesn’t shine,” she told him boldly, going back to her chair.
“Where doesn’t the sun shine?” Severus asked her casually.
She whispered the answer to him. He made a face. “Disgusting, yet effective. More coffee, please?”
“Of course,” she murmured, picking up the carafe and serving him more. She looked over to the instructor. “Would you care for some, sir?”
“I was told that it wouldn’t be a good idea to drink anything while in here,” he replied.
“Normally I would say that was true, but the twins would know better than to tamper with anything Severus would be drinking on the basis of he would kill them rather painfully if they did.”
He was hesitant but finally took her up on the offer and had a drink of coffee. Within minutes he was running from the room, shit running down his legs.
“That was sick,” Severus said to her.
“Yes, but I want my day and I want it now,” she told him. “We’ll be in the other room.”
“What happened to the therapist?” Sirius asked.
“Oh, I used a trick muggle bartenders use on clients they don’t like. I put eye drops into the mug he was going to be using last night. The liquid evaporates and leaves behind the chemical residue on the mug. The moment you pour the liquid into it again, it goes to work. Gives the person drinking it the runs. It’s harmless, but gets people out of the way for a time.”
“How much time?” the twins asked.
“Clearly not enough,” Snape answered, as the man came back into the room again.
“That’s not the same man,” Fred whispered.
“That’s his twin,” George murmured.
Needing to clean up, I got up and left. Going over to the restroom, I heard a man being sick in the stall. I washed up quickly and went back over to the classroom.
I leaned over and whispered to Sirius, “Yeah, that’s the man’s twin.”
“Too bad,” Sirius muttered. “What was it that we did that one time to Snape…”
“Which time?” I asked him.
“That time he was being an arrogant know it all in class.”
“And?” I prompted.
“And when he left the classroom we ambushed him.”
“And?” this time with a motioning of my hand as if he could get to the point of what he was saying. And hopefully tell me which time he was speaking of, because, to be frank, they attacked the poor sod constantly.
Sirius rolled his eyes and said, “The jigging hex.”
“Oh that one,” he murmured. “Severus turned out to be a very good dancer.”
“Anyone would be after twelve hours of continuous jigging,” Severus hissed from behind them.
“I thought this was Hermione’s day,” Lucius commented.
“We never got the chance to escape,” he muttered, taking Hermione’s hand into his own and kissing her knuckles. “Bastard.”
“Okay, enough of this talk!” came from the therapist. “Which one of you bastards drugged my brother so that he would have the trots?”
“I assure you, that Mr. Malfoy not only isn’t a bastard, but he comes from one of the longest…”
“And most inbred,” Sirius cut in
“Families in the wizarding world!” the solicitor snapped, glaring at Sirius who was only smiling at him as if to dare him to say any different.
“So says the sole survivor of the…” Lucius started.
“I could care less what family he comes from! Who bloody well made my brother sick?”
There was a dead silence that didn’t last but a heartbeat before Hermione suggested, “Perhaps you should be in this class as well, sir.”
What happened next went in a heartbeat. The man whipped out his wand, but not before everyone there had theirs in hand as well and trained straight at the therapist.
“I suggest you put your wand down, sir,” Hermione said to him. “There are more of us, and to be perfectly honest, we know much nastier spells.”
The other twin came stumbling into the room, sobbing as he said, “We have to escape! They’re evil!”
“I take exception to that!” Hermione exclaimed. “Bad tempered and vindictive, yes, but we aren’t evil!”
“Speak for yourself,” Lucius muttered. “I’m evil and I have the tattoo to prove it.”
“Sir, you shouldn’t…” his lawyer started.
“The Death Eater tattoo wasn’t the one he was talking about,” Hermione snapped. “He has a tattoo that says, ‘Kiss me, I’m evil.’”
“I got it when I was drunk,” Lucius muttered. “And it’s fucking hilarious.”
“Enough! This so called session is over!” one of the therapist roared. “Leave!”
NOTE TO THERAPIST—THESE PEOPLE ARE A DANGER TO THEMSELVES AND OTHERS! WE RECOMMEND THAT THEY BE THROWN INTO AZKABAN SO THAT WE MAY NEVER CHANCE RUNNING ACROSS THEM AGAIN!!! WE QUIT!
***
REVIEWS! REVIEWS! I must have my fix of reviews!!! LOL! Please review!
***
Remus
Hermione brought breakfast this morning, along with coffee and tea. I was so grateful for the food that I barely got the words out before I began eating. How I managed to do so without using my fingers, I don’t know. If anything, I think it was seeing Ron Weasley making a right pig out of himself. It was enough to hold me back, I’m sure.
Sirius, having consumed the better part of a bottle of fire whiskey this morning, wasn’t in the mood to eat and gave his to me as well. I thanked him quietly and went on eating. It was in the middle of the eating that the new therapist came in.
The man walked around silently. There was something about the man that was familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t until he pulled out a riding crop and hit it hard on the table in front of him that it came to me. He reminded me of a drill instructor I saw in a muggle movie once.
Hermione got up from her chair, yanked the crop from him, proceeded to break it in half though how was a mystery, and handed it back to him.
“If you try that again, I’ll stick the next where the sun doesn’t shine,” she told him boldly, going back to her chair.
“Where doesn’t the sun shine?” Severus asked her casually.
She whispered the answer to him. He made a face. “Disgusting, yet effective. More coffee, please?”
“Of course,” she murmured, picking up the carafe and serving him more. She looked over to the instructor. “Would you care for some, sir?”
“I was told that it wouldn’t be a good idea to drink anything while in here,” he replied.
“Normally I would say that was true, but the twins would know better than to tamper with anything Severus would be drinking on the basis of he would kill them rather painfully if they did.”
He was hesitant but finally took her up on the offer and had a drink of coffee. Within minutes he was running from the room, shit running down his legs.
“That was sick,” Severus said to her.
“Yes, but I want my day and I want it now,” she told him. “We’ll be in the other room.”
“What happened to the therapist?” Sirius asked.
“Oh, I used a trick muggle bartenders use on clients they don’t like. I put eye drops into the mug he was going to be using last night. The liquid evaporates and leaves behind the chemical residue on the mug. The moment you pour the liquid into it again, it goes to work. Gives the person drinking it the runs. It’s harmless, but gets people out of the way for a time.”
“How much time?” the twins asked.
“Clearly not enough,” Snape answered, as the man came back into the room again.
“That’s not the same man,” Fred whispered.
“That’s his twin,” George murmured.
Needing to clean up, I got up and left. Going over to the restroom, I heard a man being sick in the stall. I washed up quickly and went back over to the classroom.
I leaned over and whispered to Sirius, “Yeah, that’s the man’s twin.”
“Too bad,” Sirius muttered. “What was it that we did that one time to Snape…”
“Which time?” I asked him.
“That time he was being an arrogant know it all in class.”
“And?” I prompted.
“And when he left the classroom we ambushed him.”
“And?” this time with a motioning of my hand as if he could get to the point of what he was saying. And hopefully tell me which time he was speaking of, because, to be frank, they attacked the poor sod constantly.
Sirius rolled his eyes and said, “The jigging hex.”
“Oh that one,” he murmured. “Severus turned out to be a very good dancer.”
“Anyone would be after twelve hours of continuous jigging,” Severus hissed from behind them.
“I thought this was Hermione’s day,” Lucius commented.
“We never got the chance to escape,” he muttered, taking Hermione’s hand into his own and kissing her knuckles. “Bastard.”
“Okay, enough of this talk!” came from the therapist. “Which one of you bastards drugged my brother so that he would have the trots?”
“I assure you, that Mr. Malfoy not only isn’t a bastard, but he comes from one of the longest…”
“And most inbred,” Sirius cut in
“Families in the wizarding world!” the solicitor snapped, glaring at Sirius who was only smiling at him as if to dare him to say any different.
“So says the sole survivor of the…” Lucius started.
“I could care less what family he comes from! Who bloody well made my brother sick?”
There was a dead silence that didn’t last but a heartbeat before Hermione suggested, “Perhaps you should be in this class as well, sir.”
What happened next went in a heartbeat. The man whipped out his wand, but not before everyone there had theirs in hand as well and trained straight at the therapist.
“I suggest you put your wand down, sir,” Hermione said to him. “There are more of us, and to be perfectly honest, we know much nastier spells.”
The other twin came stumbling into the room, sobbing as he said, “We have to escape! They’re evil!”
“I take exception to that!” Hermione exclaimed. “Bad tempered and vindictive, yes, but we aren’t evil!”
“Speak for yourself,” Lucius muttered. “I’m evil and I have the tattoo to prove it.”
“Sir, you shouldn’t…” his lawyer started.
“The Death Eater tattoo wasn’t the one he was talking about,” Hermione snapped. “He has a tattoo that says, ‘Kiss me, I’m evil.’”
“I got it when I was drunk,” Lucius muttered. “And it’s fucking hilarious.”
“Enough! This so called session is over!” one of the therapist roared. “Leave!”
NOTE TO THERAPIST—THESE PEOPLE ARE A DANGER TO THEMSELVES AND OTHERS! WE RECOMMEND THAT THEY BE THROWN INTO AZKABAN SO THAT WE MAY NEVER CHANCE RUNNING ACROSS THEM AGAIN!!! WE QUIT!
***
REVIEWS! REVIEWS! I must have my fix of reviews!!! LOL! Please review!