The legacy of the Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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30
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9,226
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39
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A second Interview
Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan
Chapter 8 - A second Interview
A smile flooded Hermione’s lips. “Remus, what are you doing here?” She hurried over to sit beside him, ignoring Severus and Lucius as she passed them.
“Well, I stand in as a Defence against the dark arts teacher. Only a couple of weeks a month of course – just to be on the safe side!”
Hermione thought for a moment then turned to Remus. “I didn’t realise – in fact it never really occurred to me who the defence teacher was!” She looked at him puzzled.
“Well I teach some, so does Alastor Moody – you know – old ‘Mad Eye’!” He accompanied this last statement with a wink and Hermione could not help but smile.
“So what’s new with you? – Apart from being the best Ancient runes teacher Hogwarts has ever had!”
“Don’t be silly!” Hermione giggled.
“Ok then, the best looking at least though!”
Hermione’s giggle faded. Was it her own fault? Had she really seduced Severus and Lucius? Was it true what she had said, was she a slut? Remus picked up on her changed expression.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, it wasn’t a come on or anything! I mean – I’m old enough to be your father!”
Hermione blushed – yes he was! That was the problem – so were Severus and Lucius – well obviously Lucius was, Draco was her age after all! She collected herself, realising that Remus was giving her a strange look.
“Oh, it’s nothing! You didn’t offend me – I’ve just got my mind elsewhere.”
Remus smiled, “some strapping quidditch player I bet!” He giggled. “Oh, talking of quidditch, have you seen today’s daily prophet?” He passed the paper to her, on the front page was a picture of a beaming quidditch player, zooming round in orange and black robes, a snitch in one hand and a distinctive scar on his forehead.
‘PERFECT POTTER SEEKS CHAMPIONSHIP FOR CHUDLEY CANNONS’ the headline read. Hermione scanned the article; she knew that Harry was playing for the Chudley Cannons now that the ministry no longer needed so many aurors. But she hadn’t heard that they were in the finals for the championship this coming Saturday.
“He’s doing really well,” she commented to Lupin.
“Yeah – good old Harry eh?” Lupin looked like a proud father as he took the paper back from Hermione and stared longingly at the picture, thinking about Harry and his old friend Sirius – Harry’s Godfather.
Lupin’s words had made Hermione think. She made a decision there and then – no more chasing around with older men, she’d find someone her own age who would fall madly in love with her, marry her, bring little witches and wizards into the world and then grow old together. To hell with Snape and Malfoy – they didn’t deserve her anyway!
Thanks to Lupin’s presence at breakfast, Hermione was in a much better mood that day. This was just as well as she had a much heavier teaching schedule on a Thursday. She headed to her classroom to start the day with her 6th year N.E.W.T. class.
~~~xx~~~
After her last class before lunch Hermione headed to her private rooms. She pushed open the door to be faced with a house elf sitting on her bed. Immediately, he jumped up.
“Excuse me Professor, sorry Professor, Obi has been waiting for you Professor, Obi has a message for you, Professor.”
The little house elf extended his hand nervously and held out a small, well handled scrap of parchment. Hermione unrolled it feeling worried – this could be nothing good she thought ominously to herself.
The Hogwarts Chair of Governors requests that Professor Hermione Granger attend a further interview in the room of Requirement at 7pm sharp this evening.
Lucius Malfoy
For the first time that day Hermione paled and her stomach churned. Since breakfast she had been trying to push any thoughts of Lucius and Severus to the back of her mind, and had been succeeding.
“Damn him!”
Her sudden anger caused the little house elf, Obi to jump and dash for the door, fearing reprisals for the message – the contents of which he knew nothing about.
“Oh, sorry!” Hermione called after him as he ran out of the room.
Well, I’ll show him! I’ll go to that meeting, but this time I won’t be misled. I’ll tell him about my short fling with Severus and plans to remain celibate until I find someone of my own age who will treat me right!
With that thought she headed to the Great Hall, feeling more resolute than ever.
~~~xx~~~
Lucius Malfoy stood in the corridor on the 7th floor, desperately trying to summon the right words into his mind.
Lets see, he needed the room to be sensual, seductive and comfortable with the necessary accoutrements for an evening of pleasure and romance. At the same time he wanted it to reflect his own, darker nature, she needed to want him for who he was. He walked past the door three times, cane in hand and a concentrated look on his face, before he finally entered.
He stood in the doorway aghast. It. Was. Perfect! The centre of the room was filled with an immense high bed covered in black velvet throws. At the top of the bed, black velvet and lace cushions were piled, luxuriously.
Delicate black muslin hangings fell at each corner of the bed. Each one right angle shaped, starting at the ceiling and pooling on the floor. Around the perimeter of the room was an array of mahogany furniture of different heights, all there for one purpose – to be the stage for a theatre of hundreds of cream pillar candles. Niches and plinths on the walls also served as further candle-holders and where there was no place to stand a candle e cae candle simply floated – bewitched. Candlelight flickered and bounced round the room, glinting off silver fixtures and fittings but leaving the corners dark and mysterious.
To the side of the room on the right of the bed a low table played host to a bottle of champagne in a silver ice bucket, two crystal champagne flutes and a silver serving bowl heaped with strawberries, glistening in the candlelight. Next to the table stood a chaise-long, also sporting a black velvet throw.
To the other side of the room was a door. Curious, Lucius crossed the room to find a black granite bathroom, also lit with innumerable candles and fitted out inver.ver. In the centre was a large bath sunk into the floor, beside which were several potion bottles of different shapes and hues offering choices of rose, geranium, ylang-ylang, jasmine, vanilla, lavender and more.
Lucius returned to the main room, now for the ‘piece-de-resistance’. He laid his cane on the bed and, strolling across to the chaise-long, removed his black leather gloves in his usual slow, precise manner tossing them casually onto the table. From inside his robes he drew a cut crystal bottle with a silver stopper. As he held it up to the light, tipping and watching it, the liquid inside it flowed round like sticky honey, the colour, liquid gold. Lucius smiled.
He placed the bottle on the bed like a jewel on a display cushion. He removed his outer robes and unbuttoned the dark green jacquard waistcoat. She had seemed hampered by all of those buttons last time.
He went through to the bathroom again, throwing the waistcoat and cloak on a chair as he passed. Once there, he stood, surveying his physique in the long mirror which hung on one wall. He wanted everything to be perfect. Gazing at himself he decided everything was indeed perfect from the leather trousers and boots to the open neck shirt. Languidly he reached back and pulled the ribbon from his hair, dropping it on the floor and allowing the white-blonde tresses to hang loosely on his shoulders – she would prefer that, he thought. Thinking about her made him strain against the supple leather trousers. All in good time, my friend!
Time! Gods! What was the time? As he thought this he noticed, for the first time, a clock on the wall opposite the mirror. He turned to look at it. She would be here in ten minutes! He felt like a schoolboy on a first date. Why was he so nervous? What had she done to him? Him! Ex-deatheater! She truly had captivated him.
Once more he headed back to the main room, deciding to open the champagne. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. She was early! Gods! What did this mean? Was she as eager as he was to be together?
Lucius strode eagerly to the door. Taking one last glance to check everything was perfect he threw open the door to the Room of Requirement.
By Luciusfan
Chapter 8 - A second Interview
A smile flooded Hermione’s lips. “Remus, what are you doing here?” She hurried over to sit beside him, ignoring Severus and Lucius as she passed them.
“Well, I stand in as a Defence against the dark arts teacher. Only a couple of weeks a month of course – just to be on the safe side!”
Hermione thought for a moment then turned to Remus. “I didn’t realise – in fact it never really occurred to me who the defence teacher was!” She looked at him puzzled.
“Well I teach some, so does Alastor Moody – you know – old ‘Mad Eye’!” He accompanied this last statement with a wink and Hermione could not help but smile.
“So what’s new with you? – Apart from being the best Ancient runes teacher Hogwarts has ever had!”
“Don’t be silly!” Hermione giggled.
“Ok then, the best looking at least though!”
Hermione’s giggle faded. Was it her own fault? Had she really seduced Severus and Lucius? Was it true what she had said, was she a slut? Remus picked up on her changed expression.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, it wasn’t a come on or anything! I mean – I’m old enough to be your father!”
Hermione blushed – yes he was! That was the problem – so were Severus and Lucius – well obviously Lucius was, Draco was her age after all! She collected herself, realising that Remus was giving her a strange look.
“Oh, it’s nothing! You didn’t offend me – I’ve just got my mind elsewhere.”
Remus smiled, “some strapping quidditch player I bet!” He giggled. “Oh, talking of quidditch, have you seen today’s daily prophet?” He passed the paper to her, on the front page was a picture of a beaming quidditch player, zooming round in orange and black robes, a snitch in one hand and a distinctive scar on his forehead.
‘PERFECT POTTER SEEKS CHAMPIONSHIP FOR CHUDLEY CANNONS’ the headline read. Hermione scanned the article; she knew that Harry was playing for the Chudley Cannons now that the ministry no longer needed so many aurors. But she hadn’t heard that they were in the finals for the championship this coming Saturday.
“He’s doing really well,” she commented to Lupin.
“Yeah – good old Harry eh?” Lupin looked like a proud father as he took the paper back from Hermione and stared longingly at the picture, thinking about Harry and his old friend Sirius – Harry’s Godfather.
Lupin’s words had made Hermione think. She made a decision there and then – no more chasing around with older men, she’d find someone her own age who would fall madly in love with her, marry her, bring little witches and wizards into the world and then grow old together. To hell with Snape and Malfoy – they didn’t deserve her anyway!
Thanks to Lupin’s presence at breakfast, Hermione was in a much better mood that day. This was just as well as she had a much heavier teaching schedule on a Thursday. She headed to her classroom to start the day with her 6th year N.E.W.T. class.
~~~xx~~~
After her last class before lunch Hermione headed to her private rooms. She pushed open the door to be faced with a house elf sitting on her bed. Immediately, he jumped up.
“Excuse me Professor, sorry Professor, Obi has been waiting for you Professor, Obi has a message for you, Professor.”
The little house elf extended his hand nervously and held out a small, well handled scrap of parchment. Hermione unrolled it feeling worried – this could be nothing good she thought ominously to herself.
The Hogwarts Chair of Governors requests that Professor Hermione Granger attend a further interview in the room of Requirement at 7pm sharp this evening.
Lucius Malfoy
For the first time that day Hermione paled and her stomach churned. Since breakfast she had been trying to push any thoughts of Lucius and Severus to the back of her mind, and had been succeeding.
“Damn him!”
Her sudden anger caused the little house elf, Obi to jump and dash for the door, fearing reprisals for the message – the contents of which he knew nothing about.
“Oh, sorry!” Hermione called after him as he ran out of the room.
Well, I’ll show him! I’ll go to that meeting, but this time I won’t be misled. I’ll tell him about my short fling with Severus and plans to remain celibate until I find someone of my own age who will treat me right!
With that thought she headed to the Great Hall, feeling more resolute than ever.
~~~xx~~~
Lucius Malfoy stood in the corridor on the 7th floor, desperately trying to summon the right words into his mind.
Lets see, he needed the room to be sensual, seductive and comfortable with the necessary accoutrements for an evening of pleasure and romance. At the same time he wanted it to reflect his own, darker nature, she needed to want him for who he was. He walked past the door three times, cane in hand and a concentrated look on his face, before he finally entered.
He stood in the doorway aghast. It. Was. Perfect! The centre of the room was filled with an immense high bed covered in black velvet throws. At the top of the bed, black velvet and lace cushions were piled, luxuriously.
Delicate black muslin hangings fell at each corner of the bed. Each one right angle shaped, starting at the ceiling and pooling on the floor. Around the perimeter of the room was an array of mahogany furniture of different heights, all there for one purpose – to be the stage for a theatre of hundreds of cream pillar candles. Niches and plinths on the walls also served as further candle-holders and where there was no place to stand a candle e cae candle simply floated – bewitched. Candlelight flickered and bounced round the room, glinting off silver fixtures and fittings but leaving the corners dark and mysterious.
To the side of the room on the right of the bed a low table played host to a bottle of champagne in a silver ice bucket, two crystal champagne flutes and a silver serving bowl heaped with strawberries, glistening in the candlelight. Next to the table stood a chaise-long, also sporting a black velvet throw.
To the other side of the room was a door. Curious, Lucius crossed the room to find a black granite bathroom, also lit with innumerable candles and fitted out inver.ver. In the centre was a large bath sunk into the floor, beside which were several potion bottles of different shapes and hues offering choices of rose, geranium, ylang-ylang, jasmine, vanilla, lavender and more.
Lucius returned to the main room, now for the ‘piece-de-resistance’. He laid his cane on the bed and, strolling across to the chaise-long, removed his black leather gloves in his usual slow, precise manner tossing them casually onto the table. From inside his robes he drew a cut crystal bottle with a silver stopper. As he held it up to the light, tipping and watching it, the liquid inside it flowed round like sticky honey, the colour, liquid gold. Lucius smiled.
He placed the bottle on the bed like a jewel on a display cushion. He removed his outer robes and unbuttoned the dark green jacquard waistcoat. She had seemed hampered by all of those buttons last time.
He went through to the bathroom again, throwing the waistcoat and cloak on a chair as he passed. Once there, he stood, surveying his physique in the long mirror which hung on one wall. He wanted everything to be perfect. Gazing at himself he decided everything was indeed perfect from the leather trousers and boots to the open neck shirt. Languidly he reached back and pulled the ribbon from his hair, dropping it on the floor and allowing the white-blonde tresses to hang loosely on his shoulders – she would prefer that, he thought. Thinking about her made him strain against the supple leather trousers. All in good time, my friend!
Time! Gods! What was the time? As he thought this he noticed, for the first time, a clock on the wall opposite the mirror. He turned to look at it. She would be here in ten minutes! He felt like a schoolboy on a first date. Why was he so nervous? What had she done to him? Him! Ex-deatheater! She truly had captivated him.
Once more he headed back to the main room, deciding to open the champagne. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. She was early! Gods! What did this mean? Was she as eager as he was to be together?
Lucius strode eagerly to the door. Taking one last glance to check everything was perfect he threw open the door to the Room of Requirement.