Never Piss Off a House-Elf
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Developments
Hermione stared at Ron before she slowly turned to take in Harry and Ginny's horrified faces. Harry looked almost as confused as Hermione, but Ron had the same look on his face. Ginny pressed her mouth closed in a thin line, and Ron looked down. Hermione looked at them as the door opened behind her and a malevolent presence entered behind her. She breathed deeply and turned, forcing herself to keep her eyes open.
"What the hell was that, Miss Granger?" Severus Snape's silky voice was vibrating with anger and something else Hermione had never heard in his voice: fear, tinged with confusion. He was speaking in a low voice, but the quad new what would soon follow: volume and vulgarities.
"I~-- I don't know, Sir," Hermione said, trying to shrink back towards her friends. Snape's hand shot out and grabbed her arm. "Why are you accosting me? I'm just as confused as you are."
Snape's nostrils flared. That had not been the way to put it.
"Miss Granger, you showed up with Satchel and not longer afterwards, I experience a most unpleasant sensation. Should I interrogate Satchel instead?" Snape said, his grip tightening on Hermione's arm. He knew that under no uncertain terms would Hermione allow him to interrogate any house-elf, let alone one under her charge.
"No! And what would Satchel have to do with Sirius hexing you?" Hermione asked, desperate to believe what she said. Her stomach was already sinking. She'd relied on her intelligence too long, grown complacent and lost the alertness that had aided her so on the rare occasions that her well-laid plans had gone awry.
"Hermione, Black told me that he did not, in fact, hex me just now, but Albus and Minerva had been telling us of a most interesting new development from the Ministry of Dunderheads. A Marriage Law, a most inconvenient happening. Almost as inconvenient as a botched betrothal, wouldn't you say?" Snape said, his voice still low. [AN: My, my, Sevvie-poo's quick on the uptake, isn't he?]
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Sir," Hermione said, her stomach sick and sinking low. SPEW or not, she was ready to kill Satchel with her bare hands.
"Miss Granger, are you aware that the house-elf who serves you, and supposedly belongs to you, used to serve me?" Severus said, and Hermione paled even more.
"Satchel belongs to me? How? I thought that there were rituals to be observed to transfer a house-elf. And I certainly never wanted to take a house-elf into my service, ever," Hermione said, completing overlooking the fact that she'd been housing an agent of what Ron and Harry would call the enemy camp.
"Miss Granger, I care not for your bleeding heart sentiments. What we experience earlier must have been prefaced by your actions upon your arrival, as we seem to have experienced it at the same time. What did you do when you arrived?" Snape asked in a patronizing tone, which finally snapped Hermione out of her reverie.
"Prior to my arrival here, I traveled here with Satchel by way of his magic. He used a glamour so we could walk down the street without issue. We entered the house, and I found my friends. After a quick greeting, my mouth was burning and you were yelping," Hermione said, glossing over things she'd rather not share.
"I do not 'yelp', witch, and you are not being completely truthful with me. You are not my student right now, so veritaserum use would not be out of the question," Snape said, and Hermione went cold. He knew he still couldn't use the truth potion without good cause or the order of the Ministry, but he was counting on Hermione not knowing that.
"Stop threatening 'Mione like that," Ron Weasley said suddenly, coming forward to grasp Snape's wrist. Ron had gotten strong over the years, but he was still a far way away from being a threat to the mercenary Potions Master. Snape was about to let the Weasley take the girl back for a moment to wear down her guard when the burning started up again. "I know you can't use veritaserum~-- what the bloody hell?"
"Ow! Ron, Professor, you're hurting me!" Hermione cried, the burning sensation intensifying, making her feel as if her entire arm were on fire. Snape yelled, too, and Ron was literally thrown back by the force of whatever magic was happening.
"ALBUS!" Severus Snape roared. "Get in here, you damned old coot! Something's wrong with Granger and me!"
"What the hell was that, Miss Granger?" Severus Snape's silky voice was vibrating with anger and something else Hermione had never heard in his voice: fear, tinged with confusion. He was speaking in a low voice, but the quad new what would soon follow: volume and vulgarities.
"I~-- I don't know, Sir," Hermione said, trying to shrink back towards her friends. Snape's hand shot out and grabbed her arm. "Why are you accosting me? I'm just as confused as you are."
Snape's nostrils flared. That had not been the way to put it.
"Miss Granger, you showed up with Satchel and not longer afterwards, I experience a most unpleasant sensation. Should I interrogate Satchel instead?" Snape said, his grip tightening on Hermione's arm. He knew that under no uncertain terms would Hermione allow him to interrogate any house-elf, let alone one under her charge.
"No! And what would Satchel have to do with Sirius hexing you?" Hermione asked, desperate to believe what she said. Her stomach was already sinking. She'd relied on her intelligence too long, grown complacent and lost the alertness that had aided her so on the rare occasions that her well-laid plans had gone awry.
"Hermione, Black told me that he did not, in fact, hex me just now, but Albus and Minerva had been telling us of a most interesting new development from the Ministry of Dunderheads. A Marriage Law, a most inconvenient happening. Almost as inconvenient as a botched betrothal, wouldn't you say?" Snape said, his voice still low. [AN: My, my, Sevvie-poo's quick on the uptake, isn't he?]
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Sir," Hermione said, her stomach sick and sinking low. SPEW or not, she was ready to kill Satchel with her bare hands.
"Miss Granger, are you aware that the house-elf who serves you, and supposedly belongs to you, used to serve me?" Severus said, and Hermione paled even more.
"Satchel belongs to me? How? I thought that there were rituals to be observed to transfer a house-elf. And I certainly never wanted to take a house-elf into my service, ever," Hermione said, completing overlooking the fact that she'd been housing an agent of what Ron and Harry would call the enemy camp.
"Miss Granger, I care not for your bleeding heart sentiments. What we experience earlier must have been prefaced by your actions upon your arrival, as we seem to have experienced it at the same time. What did you do when you arrived?" Snape asked in a patronizing tone, which finally snapped Hermione out of her reverie.
"Prior to my arrival here, I traveled here with Satchel by way of his magic. He used a glamour so we could walk down the street without issue. We entered the house, and I found my friends. After a quick greeting, my mouth was burning and you were yelping," Hermione said, glossing over things she'd rather not share.
"I do not 'yelp', witch, and you are not being completely truthful with me. You are not my student right now, so veritaserum use would not be out of the question," Snape said, and Hermione went cold. He knew he still couldn't use the truth potion without good cause or the order of the Ministry, but he was counting on Hermione not knowing that.
"Stop threatening 'Mione like that," Ron Weasley said suddenly, coming forward to grasp Snape's wrist. Ron had gotten strong over the years, but he was still a far way away from being a threat to the mercenary Potions Master. Snape was about to let the Weasley take the girl back for a moment to wear down her guard when the burning started up again. "I know you can't use veritaserum~-- what the bloody hell?"
"Ow! Ron, Professor, you're hurting me!" Hermione cried, the burning sensation intensifying, making her feel as if her entire arm were on fire. Snape yelled, too, and Ron was literally thrown back by the force of whatever magic was happening.
"ALBUS!" Severus Snape roared. "Get in here, you damned old coot! Something's wrong with Granger and me!"