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Chapter 6: The Snack That Smiles Back, Grandma
Once Upon a Potion's Class by Destiny M. Elkins
Chapter Six - The Snack That Smiles Back, Grandma
Summary: Hermione loves fairy tales. Ron likes Hermione. So, he decides to give her a enchanted book of Muggle fairy tales from Flourish and Blott's. An incident in potion's class sends her and Professor Snape into the book where they will have to follow the stories to get out. Will they survive each other? [For the Inspired by Little Red Riding Hood prompt on Mission:Insane via LJ.]
Title: Once Upon a Potion's Class
Chapter: 6 - The Snack That Smiles Back, Grandma
Author: MallowCakes
E-Mail:
Rating: R; HG/SS
Warnings: Euphamisms.
Disclaimer: Not mine, otherwise I would be off being rich somewhere... and Snape would've lived... Ron would've died... you get the picture.
Distribution: By appointment only.
AN: Thank you to my beta reader, Lo. Without her I don't think I'd survive! ^_^
AUTHOR'S NOTE, EVERYONE READ: Okay, so it's getting close to holidays, so I'm not going to say this will be updated weekly, but I am trying. To those who are wondering, the tales are almost over and Hermione and Severus will soon be back in Hogwarts where they will have to deal with the feelings that they are obviously developing for each other. Also, if you look on my author page you will see I indeed have a Twitter and Facebook where I always post updates and will always answer questions and the like there. I also have a smallish webpage where I post reviews that I've gotten and such, so if you're looking for updates or answers of any kind from me, that would be where to look. Lastly, for those of you that are wondering, Beauty and the Beast will not be a part of this collection, specifically because I've already had a story centered around the Disney movie as a one shot with these two, so it'll be more of an actually adaptation instead of them being stuck in the fairy tale. Anywhoozle, thank you all for the wonderful reviews, keep them coming, they keep me happy. So, look for the next chapter either Christmas or New Year's weekend. Thanks again all! - Mallow
She looked around to see that she was in the woods. A quick glance down confirmed that she was wearing the deep crimson, hooded robe she was expecting and holding a picnic basket. Her hand absently went for her throat where she expected to find nothing, but was glad to find the small gemstone that Severus had gotten for her.
"Well," She said, glad to be able to speak again, "Time to get partly digested. Brilliant."
And she skipped down the dirt path to her grandmother's house.
She was excited to be able to walk without it feeling like she was walking on hot coals and having her voice back so she sang as she went.
The problem with this fairy tale was she wasn't sure if Professor Snape would turn up being the wolf or the lumberjack and she wasn't really sure which one she'd rather him be either. On one hand he'd have to eat her whole, then get his stomach cut open and then filled with rocks which would be kind of fun for her to watch but she wasn't sure she wanted him to eat her. Well, not in that way at least. On the other hand he'd have to cut her out of an angry wolves belly and see her looking disgusting and very much like a drowned rat spat out of a rancid sewer pot.
She found out soon enough that it was indeed the latter and she would have to deal with him seeing her covered in guts. She came to a fork in the road and took the one she knew to be the more dangerous of the two. She ran into the wolf and called him 'Professor Snape' twice before she believed that it wasn't him.
"I don't know who this professor is you speak of, but where are you going little girl?"
Hermione found herself snickering under her breath at the thought of what connotations it would hold if it would've been the professor saying that to her. She quickly shrugged off the though and smiled shyly at the wolf.
"To my Grandmother's house. She is ill and I am taking her a picnic basket full of bread, wine and candies."
"Delicious." The wolf replied licking his jowls, "Does she live far off?"
"Not too far," Hermione replied, "just beyond the path in the woods there."
"That's not far at all." The wolf agreed silkily, he bared his teeth at, causing her to gasp, "Wouldn't it be grand, Little Red, to take your sick grandmother some of those pink flowers over there by that tree."
The wolf pointed to a patch of azaleas near a tree.
Hermione smiled, "You're right, that would be a nice idea, mister wolf. I think I'll do that."
She nodded and walked over to the tree, leaning down to pick a few of the flowers. As she did she saw the wolf slink of out of the corner of her eye.
Across the forest, where she couldn't see him, Severus stood with a full beard looking every bit a lumberjack with his flannel shirt and suspenders. He watched her from behind a tree as the wolf spoke to her, a smile playing at his lips. Everything he had ever felt for her before had done a complete three-sixty.
The teeth that he had made fun of so adamantly years before now were a great source of happiness for him. They were the first things he saw when she smiled at him and that made grin from ear to ear. It had been years since he'd had eyes or hair enchant him so. She was beautiful, smart and charming. The problem was that even if she did feel the same way about him, and he was pretty sure she did from that kiss, nothing could ever come of it. She was his student and that was a line that he would never cross. At least not when they got back to Hogwarts.
After watching Hermione pick the flowers, he walked off to wait until he was needed.
Hermione stood and turned toward the dirt path that would lead her to the cabin in the woods.
As she walked, she thought about everything that had happened and how, at the end of this story they would be halfway through their journey. They would be halfway through this amazing closeness they had and back to the cold separation society, and Severus, would inevitably impose on them.
Finally she made it to the door of her grandmother's cabin and found the door open. Knowingly, she walked forward, taking a deep breath before walking into the house.
The house was dark, spooky, and silent as she made her way to the bed in the corner.
"Grandma?" Hermione's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Over here, dear." The wolf called in the voice of her storybook grandmother from the bed.
She took another few steps towards the bed and saw the wolf's head laying on the pillow with a nightcap on. The blankets were drawn all the way up to his chin.
"Oh! grandmother," Hermione said, fighting to keep the sarcasm from her voice, "what big ears you have!"
"All the better to hear you with, my child," came the wolf's replay with a muffled snarl.
"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!" Hermione said to the lying wolf, pointing at her eyes.
"All the better to see you with, my dear." The wolf said, his eyes wide.
"'But, grandmother, what large hands you have!" Hermione wiggled her fingers in front of her.
"All the better to hug you with."
"Oh! grandmother, dear, what a terrible big mouth you have!" Hermione gasped at the end of her sentence.
"All the better to eat you with!" Scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Little Red Riding Hermione.
When the big, bad wolf had became full he lie back in bed with his huge belly and fell asleep.
Minutes later Severus pushed his way into the house, the axe swung over his shoulder as he stood over the sleeping wolf. He stared down at the bulging stomache as the wolf lay snoring.
Going to the kitchen and grabbing the shears off of the counter, he knelt at the bedside and slowly cut the wolf's stomach open. He was relieved to find Hermione huddled inside with an old woman, guts and blood covered them.
"Seve-Huntsman!" Hermione almost slipped up, "You saved us!"
Snape helped Hermione out of the wolf, but before he could help the grandmother out of the stomach, the smoke began to swirl around them and before they knew it, it was gone.
Hermione stood alone in a dark room in hand-me-down clothes and a thread-bare mattress in the corner. It was so cold in the room she began to shiver.
The next thing she knew, she heard the movement of a doorknob somewhere behind her. Turning, she knew it was coming from up a set of stairs. A door opened and she could see a large female figure standing in the light.
She swallowed hard as an aged, angry voice called out to her, "Cinderella!"
Chapter Six - The Snack That Smiles Back, Grandma
Summary: Hermione loves fairy tales. Ron likes Hermione. So, he decides to give her a enchanted book of Muggle fairy tales from Flourish and Blott's. An incident in potion's class sends her and Professor Snape into the book where they will have to follow the stories to get out. Will they survive each other? [For the Inspired by Little Red Riding Hood prompt on Mission:Insane via LJ.]
Title: Once Upon a Potion's Class
Chapter: 6 - The Snack That Smiles Back, Grandma
Author: MallowCakes
E-Mail:
Rating: R; HG/SS
Warnings: Euphamisms.
Disclaimer: Not mine, otherwise I would be off being rich somewhere... and Snape would've lived... Ron would've died... you get the picture.
Distribution: By appointment only.
AN: Thank you to my beta reader, Lo. Without her I don't think I'd survive! ^_^
AUTHOR'S NOTE, EVERYONE READ: Okay, so it's getting close to holidays, so I'm not going to say this will be updated weekly, but I am trying. To those who are wondering, the tales are almost over and Hermione and Severus will soon be back in Hogwarts where they will have to deal with the feelings that they are obviously developing for each other. Also, if you look on my author page you will see I indeed have a Twitter and Facebook where I always post updates and will always answer questions and the like there. I also have a smallish webpage where I post reviews that I've gotten and such, so if you're looking for updates or answers of any kind from me, that would be where to look. Lastly, for those of you that are wondering, Beauty and the Beast will not be a part of this collection, specifically because I've already had a story centered around the Disney movie as a one shot with these two, so it'll be more of an actually adaptation instead of them being stuck in the fairy tale. Anywhoozle, thank you all for the wonderful reviews, keep them coming, they keep me happy. So, look for the next chapter either Christmas or New Year's weekend. Thanks again all! - Mallow
She looked around to see that she was in the woods. A quick glance down confirmed that she was wearing the deep crimson, hooded robe she was expecting and holding a picnic basket. Her hand absently went for her throat where she expected to find nothing, but was glad to find the small gemstone that Severus had gotten for her.
"Well," She said, glad to be able to speak again, "Time to get partly digested. Brilliant."
And she skipped down the dirt path to her grandmother's house.
She was excited to be able to walk without it feeling like she was walking on hot coals and having her voice back so she sang as she went.
The problem with this fairy tale was she wasn't sure if Professor Snape would turn up being the wolf or the lumberjack and she wasn't really sure which one she'd rather him be either. On one hand he'd have to eat her whole, then get his stomach cut open and then filled with rocks which would be kind of fun for her to watch but she wasn't sure she wanted him to eat her. Well, not in that way at least. On the other hand he'd have to cut her out of an angry wolves belly and see her looking disgusting and very much like a drowned rat spat out of a rancid sewer pot.
She found out soon enough that it was indeed the latter and she would have to deal with him seeing her covered in guts. She came to a fork in the road and took the one she knew to be the more dangerous of the two. She ran into the wolf and called him 'Professor Snape' twice before she believed that it wasn't him.
"I don't know who this professor is you speak of, but where are you going little girl?"
Hermione found herself snickering under her breath at the thought of what connotations it would hold if it would've been the professor saying that to her. She quickly shrugged off the though and smiled shyly at the wolf.
"To my Grandmother's house. She is ill and I am taking her a picnic basket full of bread, wine and candies."
"Delicious." The wolf replied licking his jowls, "Does she live far off?"
"Not too far," Hermione replied, "just beyond the path in the woods there."
"That's not far at all." The wolf agreed silkily, he bared his teeth at, causing her to gasp, "Wouldn't it be grand, Little Red, to take your sick grandmother some of those pink flowers over there by that tree."
The wolf pointed to a patch of azaleas near a tree.
Hermione smiled, "You're right, that would be a nice idea, mister wolf. I think I'll do that."
She nodded and walked over to the tree, leaning down to pick a few of the flowers. As she did she saw the wolf slink of out of the corner of her eye.
Across the forest, where she couldn't see him, Severus stood with a full beard looking every bit a lumberjack with his flannel shirt and suspenders. He watched her from behind a tree as the wolf spoke to her, a smile playing at his lips. Everything he had ever felt for her before had done a complete three-sixty.
The teeth that he had made fun of so adamantly years before now were a great source of happiness for him. They were the first things he saw when she smiled at him and that made grin from ear to ear. It had been years since he'd had eyes or hair enchant him so. She was beautiful, smart and charming. The problem was that even if she did feel the same way about him, and he was pretty sure she did from that kiss, nothing could ever come of it. She was his student and that was a line that he would never cross. At least not when they got back to Hogwarts.
After watching Hermione pick the flowers, he walked off to wait until he was needed.
Hermione stood and turned toward the dirt path that would lead her to the cabin in the woods.
As she walked, she thought about everything that had happened and how, at the end of this story they would be halfway through their journey. They would be halfway through this amazing closeness they had and back to the cold separation society, and Severus, would inevitably impose on them.
Finally she made it to the door of her grandmother's cabin and found the door open. Knowingly, she walked forward, taking a deep breath before walking into the house.
The house was dark, spooky, and silent as she made her way to the bed in the corner.
"Grandma?" Hermione's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Over here, dear." The wolf called in the voice of her storybook grandmother from the bed.
She took another few steps towards the bed and saw the wolf's head laying on the pillow with a nightcap on. The blankets were drawn all the way up to his chin.
"Oh! grandmother," Hermione said, fighting to keep the sarcasm from her voice, "what big ears you have!"
"All the better to hear you with, my child," came the wolf's replay with a muffled snarl.
"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!" Hermione said to the lying wolf, pointing at her eyes.
"All the better to see you with, my dear." The wolf said, his eyes wide.
"'But, grandmother, what large hands you have!" Hermione wiggled her fingers in front of her.
"All the better to hug you with."
"Oh! grandmother, dear, what a terrible big mouth you have!" Hermione gasped at the end of her sentence.
"All the better to eat you with!" Scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Little Red Riding Hermione.
When the big, bad wolf had became full he lie back in bed with his huge belly and fell asleep.
Minutes later Severus pushed his way into the house, the axe swung over his shoulder as he stood over the sleeping wolf. He stared down at the bulging stomache as the wolf lay snoring.
Going to the kitchen and grabbing the shears off of the counter, he knelt at the bedside and slowly cut the wolf's stomach open. He was relieved to find Hermione huddled inside with an old woman, guts and blood covered them.
"Seve-Huntsman!" Hermione almost slipped up, "You saved us!"
Snape helped Hermione out of the wolf, but before he could help the grandmother out of the stomach, the smoke began to swirl around them and before they knew it, it was gone.
Hermione stood alone in a dark room in hand-me-down clothes and a thread-bare mattress in the corner. It was so cold in the room she began to shiver.
The next thing she knew, she heard the movement of a doorknob somewhere behind her. Turning, she knew it was coming from up a set of stairs. A door opened and she could see a large female figure standing in the light.
She swallowed hard as an aged, angry voice called out to her, "Cinderella!"