100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
93
Views:
41,842
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236
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Not Again...
A/N - This little plot has been with me for awhile, but I was hesitant to post it until Ms. Figg aka Ruth posted this challenge. She has truly inspired me. Thank you!
Not Again . . .
He watched her through the years, changing from a buck-toothed, frizzy haired Know-it-all. Now . . . after the war . . . after Graduation from Hogwarts, he truly saw her for what she was; a woman. An intelligent woman, with curls, straight teeth, beautiful curves . . . .and an absolute bloody IDIOT of a betrothed!
Yes, Hermione Granger had blossomed into something . . . something that he wanted more than anything. But, less then a month from now, she would be bound to that idiot boy . . . Weasley.
Weasley!
Even the name made him shudder in disgust.
Severus sat in front of his fireplace, glass of firewhiskey in his hand as he thought about Hermione, his apprentice. It was her quick thinking that had saved him from Nagini's deadly bite . . . and he had repaid her by taking her on as fully credited Potion's apprentice. Now he was going to lose her; lose her the same way he had lost Lily.
Severus downed his firewhiskey and felt it burn down to his stomach, where the heat blossomed. He stood up and promptly threw the glass into the fireplace, watching it shatter in the flames.
"Not . . . again," he whispered as he walked over to the fireplace, leaning against the mantle. "I will not . . . .let it happen again!"
Severus tossed in a pinch of Floo Powder and cried "Hermione's Flat!" as he stepped into the green flames.
Severus landed on the floor of Hermione's flat. Obviously, she was not there when he really needed to speak to her face to face. Severus dusted the soot off of his robes and looked around the flat. Hermione's essence just seemed to permeate everything about it; a stack of books were haphazardly placed on the coffee table, piles of parchment with her notes beautifully penned were on the kitchen counter, and her scent . . . that wonderful jasmine scent clung to the air.
Just then, the front door opened.
Severus stepped back as he heard feminine laughter and the red-headed prat's low voice.
In walked Ron Weasley with none other than Lavender Brown with him. The duo didn't notice Severus as Ron closed the door and pushed Lavender against it, kissing her hungrily. Severus saw red at that point.
'That fool!” he thought to himself. “He has the most wonderful witch in the world . . . and here he is snogging another girl! AND IN HERMIONE'S OWN FLAT!”
Severus pulled his wand and pointed it at the heavily snogging couple and with a swish and a flick, there was nothing left of the two but a pile of ashes. Severus contemplated the ashes then used his wand to move the ashes to the fireplace. He then sat down on Hermione's sofa, feeling no remorse for what he had just done.
She showed up, not ten minutes later, her arms full of bags of groceries.
"Professor!" she exclaimed when he stood up and went to offer her assistance. "What are you doing here?"
Severus looked at the witch he had come to love as he took her bag of groceries. He sat them down on the counter then turned to face her.
"Not letting the same thing happen again," he said huskily, pulling her flush against his body.
The END!!!!
Not Again . . .
He watched her through the years, changing from a buck-toothed, frizzy haired Know-it-all. Now . . . after the war . . . after Graduation from Hogwarts, he truly saw her for what she was; a woman. An intelligent woman, with curls, straight teeth, beautiful curves . . . .and an absolute bloody IDIOT of a betrothed!
Yes, Hermione Granger had blossomed into something . . . something that he wanted more than anything. But, less then a month from now, she would be bound to that idiot boy . . . Weasley.
Weasley!
Even the name made him shudder in disgust.
Severus sat in front of his fireplace, glass of firewhiskey in his hand as he thought about Hermione, his apprentice. It was her quick thinking that had saved him from Nagini's deadly bite . . . and he had repaid her by taking her on as fully credited Potion's apprentice. Now he was going to lose her; lose her the same way he had lost Lily.
Severus downed his firewhiskey and felt it burn down to his stomach, where the heat blossomed. He stood up and promptly threw the glass into the fireplace, watching it shatter in the flames.
"Not . . . again," he whispered as he walked over to the fireplace, leaning against the mantle. "I will not . . . .let it happen again!"
Severus tossed in a pinch of Floo Powder and cried "Hermione's Flat!" as he stepped into the green flames.
Severus landed on the floor of Hermione's flat. Obviously, she was not there when he really needed to speak to her face to face. Severus dusted the soot off of his robes and looked around the flat. Hermione's essence just seemed to permeate everything about it; a stack of books were haphazardly placed on the coffee table, piles of parchment with her notes beautifully penned were on the kitchen counter, and her scent . . . that wonderful jasmine scent clung to the air.
Just then, the front door opened.
Severus stepped back as he heard feminine laughter and the red-headed prat's low voice.
In walked Ron Weasley with none other than Lavender Brown with him. The duo didn't notice Severus as Ron closed the door and pushed Lavender against it, kissing her hungrily. Severus saw red at that point.
'That fool!” he thought to himself. “He has the most wonderful witch in the world . . . and here he is snogging another girl! AND IN HERMIONE'S OWN FLAT!”
Severus pulled his wand and pointed it at the heavily snogging couple and with a swish and a flick, there was nothing left of the two but a pile of ashes. Severus contemplated the ashes then used his wand to move the ashes to the fireplace. He then sat down on Hermione's sofa, feeling no remorse for what he had just done.
She showed up, not ten minutes later, her arms full of bags of groceries.
"Professor!" she exclaimed when he stood up and went to offer her assistance. "What are you doing here?"
Severus looked at the witch he had come to love as he took her bag of groceries. He sat them down on the counter then turned to face her.
"Not letting the same thing happen again," he said huskily, pulling her flush against his body.
The END!!!!