Hermione\'s Revenge

I messed up loading this, so I added chapter 8 and chapter 9 together. *smiles*


Chapter 8

During the next Double Potions Class, the Gryffindors and Slytherins were anxiously waiting for Hermione to entertain them, but they were all disappointed because she had clearly returned to her Know-It-All, Goodie-Too-Shoes, Squeaky-Clean image. Even Ron and Harry who, had feared for her being expelled, wanted to see more, but Hermione was courteous and polite to the Potion Master and in return, Snape treated her the same way he always had, minus the ignoring part.

Class ended and very disappointed seventh years filed out of the classroom with a few giving Hermione evil looks. She ignored them, leaving Harry and Ron and heading to the library.

“So, Potter,” sneered Draco, “Did Snape finally give it good to Granger so that she no longer needs to beg for his attention?”

“Sod off Ferret Shit!” yelled Harry as Ron stood by his side, wand in hand.

“Okay, I deserved that one,” he sneered, “but really, why has Granger all of a sudden stopped with the daily entertainment.”

“I don’t know,” said Harry, “Why?”

“Well, class was a little more interesting when she pissed off Snape. I was just thinking that - ” his words trailed off.

“What were you thinking?” asked Ron, “That you wanted to continue pissing off Snape?”

All three smiled evilly as Draco left for his common room with Crabbe and Goyle and Ron and Harry left toward theirs. Unknowingly, each had decided that they were going to continue what Hermione had begun.

In the meantime, Hermione was so busy with her homework, Head Girl duties, and helping Snape brew the potihat hat she only saw Harry and Ron at meals and even then she rarely showed. And because Harry and Ron were so busy coming up with ways to annoy Snape, they did not even notice that Hermione was not around.

One evening while Hermione was brewing potions with Snape, she pulled out two green bottles and handed it to him.

“What are these?” he asked.

“It’s shampoo and body bath,” she said quietly.

“Miss Granger! I thought I made it very clear that -”

“Professor, listen!” she yelled. He was more shocked by her demand than by her words and stopped talking. “I brewed you a new shampoo and body bath that is made to clean with warm water.” He glared at her. It was embarrassing enough to walk around with greasy hair but to have her bring it to his attention was too much.

“I know that you shower, but because you can only use warm water, your hair and I assume your body are not getting as clean as they should so I took the liberty of - ”

“Thank you,” he growled as he interrupted her words and she knew by his tone that the topic of conversation was closed. He did not want to discuss his bathing methods with her.

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At the beginning of the next Double Potion’s class, there was a diary entry sitting on everybody’s desk titled:

A Day In The Life of Severus Snape

The students were reading it, still laughing when Hermione ran into the classroom just seconds before Snape stormed in. Looking around, she cautiously took her seat and found a copy waiting for her and read it.

‘Dear Diary,
I slept horrible last night. I should have never blast Fuzzy Wuzzy cuz this new bear is not nearly as komforting as Fuzzy Wuzzy was. I decided not to shower to day since I did shower last skool term and to much of a good thing is, well you know. anyway, I managed to talk to hedmaster about the Defense Against the Dark Arts position and he said that Remus Lupin was the only true kandidate the qalified for the position. I am going to kurse the moon so it stays full year round!’

Hermione was shocked at what she just read and quickly scanned the room to see that Snape was also reading it. She eyed Draco suspiciously and caught him sneering at her.

“Good one Granger!” he shouted across the classroom, trying to blame her. Snape never even looked at Hermione as he glared at Draco.

“Mister Malfoy, Mister Goyle, and Mister Crabbe, the three of you have earned detention with Mister Filch!”

“What?” all three asked, shocked because they assumed Granger would be blamed.

“Next time you try to be a smart ass, don’t let Goyle do the writing. His spelling is worse than yours,” said Snape in a silky drawl.

“Good one sir!” Ron yelled as Harry whistled and they both clapped.

“SILENCE!” growled Snape and Hermione looked angry with her friends.

“Sorry sir!” said Ron.

“Yes, sorry sir! Won’t happen again!” added Harry.

Draco pouted while the lecture began. Hermione was pleased as she looked at Snape for the first time that day, noticing that his hair was no longer greasy, but very clean.

“Get your cauldrons out and prepare your ingredients,” demanded Snape.

“Are you going to bewitch our minds?” asked Harry.

“And ensnare our senses?” added Ron.

Snape looked at the two, surprised that they had the courage to confront him.

“Oh I will bewitch your minds and ensnare your senses tomorrow night in detention! No wait. You better spend your detention with Mister Filch. I have no time to waste.” he hissed at them.

Harry and Ron both pulled out their daily planners and opened them.

“Well, I’m all booked up on Wednesday, um - Thursday, is Thursday good for you Ron?”

“Yes, - um,” Ron checked his planner, “yes, Thursday will work with me. How about you Professor Snape?”

The veins on Snape’s head were pulsing as he yelled, “Fifty points from Gryffindor and two nights detention each!”

Harry and Ron smirked at Draco when they sat down because they had clearly gotten better results than he did.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” whispered Hermione.

“Trust us,” Ron whispered back. She rolled her eyes and put her head down, realizing that they were continuing the *game*.

When class ended, Hermione stayed behind to speak to Snape. Outside, in the hall, Harry, Ron and Draco were talking.

“So, you think you can do better than me Scar Head and Weasel Boy?” sneered Draco, “This is not over.”

“We can top anything you come up with Ferret Shit!” said Ron.

“Anytime, any place!” added Harry, “Who ever gets the longer detention and loses the most points wins!”

“Deal!” hissed Draco and they all left for their own common rooms.

“Did we just make a deal to lose points for Gryffindor?” asked Ron.

“I think so,” said Harry, “Gods, that was stupid, but Malfoy won’t win.”

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When she was back in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione found Harry and Ron sitting over a game of wizard’s chess.

“What were you two doing in Double Potions?” she wanted to know taking a seat in a comfortable old armchair.

“Well,” began Ron, “We had so much fun watching you piss off Snape that we decided to continue it.”

“And Draco?” she asked.

“He decided to continue the game too,” said Harry.

“You guys don’t get it! It wasn’t a game I was playing, I was just trying to -”

“Yes,” they both said, hanging on to her every word.

“Nothing, I mean, I can’t tell you. You just have to - ”

“Trust you!” they finished.

“We know Hermione, but you are going to have to trust us,” said Ron as Harry nodded in agreement.

“You have no idea,” mumbled Hermione while she stoog up and left to do her homework.

That evening at dinner, Harry and Ron stayed in the hallway with their back to the dungeons, facing Ginny who was their lookout. They had been waiting for Snape to walk by on his way to dinner. Ginny gave them a slight nod signaling that he was coming, then she left.

As Snape walked by, he heard whispers:

“Draco is lusting after him Harry!” insisted Ron, “Have you seen the way he stares at Snape every time he enters the room. Especially when Snape use his eyebrow.”

“You know, you may be right. Draco does seem to melt in his chair. Do you think Snape knows that Draco *wants* him?” asked Harry.

Snape shuddered but kept walking like he hadn’t heard anything and entered the Great Hall. He made his way to the High Table and found a letter waiting for him on his plate. Casually, he searched the Great Hall for anyone trying to make eye contact with him and ‘oh gods’ he thought, noticing Draco quickly looking away. Snape drew his wand to destroy the letter without opening it, but when he tapped it, it opened automatically. The words were burning into his eyes, ‘Meet me in the Restricted Section - and bring a friend! ~DM.’

Snape immediately lost his appetite as he glanced at Draco to find him launching a spoonful of food in his direction. As quick as lightening, Snape raised his wand just enough so no one could see it and sent the food back at twice the speed, nailing Draco in the face. Hastily turning to speak with Dumbledore, Draco did not realize what Snape had done, but instead, thought Harry and Ron were responsible.
Noticing Draco glaring at Ron and Harry, Snape raised his wand again and sent some food from Draco’s plate straight into Ron and Harry’s face. Harry and Ron looked up and saw Draco staring at them.

And so it began, one of the biggest food fights Hogwarts had ever seen. It was total chaos. The houses ganged up on one another and even threw food at the High Table. The professors were placing full-body binding spells on students who ignored the purple sparks from Dumbledore’s wand. The muggle born students had never been a part of a food fight that allowed wands launch to food at full force.

Madam Pomfrey had a hard time trying to remove peas and corn that was lodged so far up noses and in ears that not even magic could remove them.

After an hour of trying to figure out who had started it, Harry, Ron, and Draco spent the entire night cleaning the Great Hall without magic while Mister Filch looked on.

“Bloody brilliant Ferret Shit! You just had to start a food fight,” said Harry.

“I did not start the food fight!” hissed Draco, “I threw the food at Snape, but it came flying back to my face, thanks to you two!”

“We did not throw food at you first, but you just had to throw food in our faces!” yelled Ron.

“As much as I would love to take credit for doing that, I didn’t!” shouted Draco who was now facing Ron.

“Then who did?” asked Ron who was getting ready to draw his wand.

“Snape,” said Harry.

“What?” asked Ron.

“Snape. He overheard what we said earlier in the hall about Draco and he was watching Draco very closely and obviously he noticed Draco getting ready to throw the food,” said Harry.

“Of course,” said Ron, “He was in the perfect position to see everything.”

“Bastard!” hissed Draco, “By the way, what were you saying about me in the hall?”

Ron and Harry started laughing, neither of them wanting to tell him, but finally they did.

“We convinced Snape that you are lusting after him!” laughed Ron.

“YOU WHAT?” screamed Draco drawing his wand, “Fernunculus!” he yelled, pointing it at Harry and boils popped out all over his skin.

“Oblimare!” “Flatus!” yelled Harry and Ron together pointing their wands at Draco.

Draco was immediately covered with slime and he began to fart uncontrollably.

Filch came running over, “What the hell is wrong with you! OH MY GODS WHAT IS THAT SMELL!”

“Uh, sir. I need to get Harry down to the infirmary to take care of his boils,” said Ron.

“Oh I don’t think so,” hissed Filch, “The three of you are staying right here until - MALFOY! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME - you three are staying right here until the hall is clean. I am going to catch some fresh air.”

The three continued to clean with the only sound being the consistent farting coming from Draco while the slime was seeping onto the floor. The three had silently declared war between them,h thh the main objective being to lose points for the other’s house.

Down the hall, Snape was casually looking for Hermione, wandering how bad she had gotten hit with the food. He strolled by the Gryffindor entrance when he came upon her. Her hair was full of food along with her clothes that were stained and torn.

“Hello Miss Granger,” his voice was silky.

“Hello Professor Snape,” she said, looking up at him. He noticed a welt forming under her eye that must have been caused by a flying plate.

Forcing himself not to reach out and caress her bruise, he suggested, “Miss Granger, you need to get some ice on your cheek before it swells even more.” He didn’t know why he was looking for her, but he was glad he had found her.

“I know sir, but I had to make sure that the first and second years were okay,” she said. He began to get a little nervous. Being around her left him feeling like a seventh year standing in front of his crush. ‘Oh gods, I´m falling for her,’ he thought.

“Well,” he said quickly, wanting to get out of there, “You know what you have to do. Goodnight Miss Granger.”

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A few days later, everyone was in the Great Hall eating dinner when Snape received an owl carrying a rolled up magazine.

‘Shit!’ groaned Snape, ‘Here we go again.’ Snape took the magazine from the owl and read the cover, Playwizard. ‘Interesting,’ he thought as he quickly put it in his robes before anyone could see it.

Later that night in his rooms, he pulled the magazine out again. Normally, he would not be caught dead with a magazine like this, but, after all, he was a man, so he might as well enjoy the unexpected gift. He turned to the centerfold to check out the playmate of the month. He started at the bottom of the page and slowly worked his eyes upward, quickly noticing that there were two playmates of the month. His eyes moved over their long legs and sexy curves. He slowly worked up to their voluptuous breasts, making his way to their heads, anticipating seeing two beautiful faces. Instead he saw the faces of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, smiling at him, blowing kisses.

Snape took the magazine and threw it into the fireplace. ‘That was wrong,’ he thought, ‘that was sooo wrong!’

“Damn Draco!” he muttered as he grabbed a bottle of his strongest whiskey and downed it, hoping to blackout the image that was burning in his mind. Two hours later he past out.

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Hermione and Snape were making progress on the potion. They had accomplished one that could restore nerves, but the duration of the potion lasted only hours. However, it was a start. She noticed that he was very edgy and was trying to find out why. Unfortunately, when they worked together; it was always silent between them unless they were discussing the potion. Whenever she moved closer to him to look into the cauldron, he jumped back as if she were going to attack him. She ignored it and continued working.

Suddenly, without warning, Snape fell to the floor, grabbing his arm and then his chest. Hermione quickly retrieved the salve and began to rub it into him. This had become somewhat of a routine, but this was the first time he had grabbed his chest too, even though the pain and tremors were moving further up his arm with each attack. Placing a hand on his chest, she felt his muscles spasm and she quickly tore open his shirt to massage the salve into it. He was unconscious by now and she continued to massage him until she could feel the muscles relaxing. She then moved him onto his bed and left him to sleep it off.

Hermione finished brewing the potion they had already began and then cleaned the lab before she returned to her room. This latest attack reminded her that time was of the essence. She could still visualize Snape lying in his bed. He was such a powerful, intelligent wizard that was dying. She knew she had to find a way to stabilize the potion.

As they moved into December, Ron, Harry and Draco had mad tod to put each other’s houses into last place as the *game* continued, but it was not to torment Snape. It was to make each other’s lives hell. Snape’s health worsened, he even had to stop teaching classes, since the attacks were coming closer and closer together.





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Chapter 9

One night in the potion’s lab, Snape had another attack and Hermione was there to help him. He was now going unconscious immediately so at least he did not feel the pain too long, but most of his body was feeling the effects. She carefully moved him to his bed and magically undressed him, leaving only his boxers on. She began with his extremities and continued massaging the salve into his skin and then made her way to his chest and legs.

Normally it would have made her very uncomfortable that she was rubbing the body of a mostly naked Professor Snape, but it was a life and death situation, allowing her to desensitize her feelings. Because he was unconscious and did not know what she was doing, she was able to continue, not worrying about what he would say. It had become such a routine now that she eventually saw this as her part in assisting him. Never once did she complain because he needed her help.

Albus happened to walk in as Hermione was straddling him and massaging his chest. “MISS GRANGER! SEVERUS!” he was startled, but Hermione did not stop working.

“Professor Dumbledore, I need your help,” she pleaded as her hands ached from the vigorous rubbing and stroking she had been doing for over an hour. Albus walked around and realized he was unconscious as his body continued to spasm. “Professor Snape has had another attack.”

“I thought his attacks were only on his arms,” said a puzzled Albus.

“No sir, they have been progressing through his entire body. He had been losing consciousness so quickly that he does not remember which part the pain is in. I did not tell him so far, because I didn’t think he needed additional stress,” she said while she continued to work.

Albus scooped up some salve and began rubbing Snape’s legs. “Miss Granger, I cannot even begin to express my gratitude. You have taken care of Severus for so long... .” She nodded smiling as they continued to work in silence until finally, after three hours, his muscles relaxed and the tremors stopped.

“Please come with me Miss Granger,” and Hermione followed the Headmaster back into the lab. “Hermione, how is the potion coming along?” his voice was very serious.

“I believe that we have brewed the correct potion, but we have yet to stabilize it.”

“Do you think you can do it on your own?”

“Yes sir, if I were able to spend more time on it, I know I could do it,” she saith dth determination.

“Miss Granger, can I be selfish and ask you to dedicate all of your time on the potion by dismissing you from your classes?”

“Yes sir,” she answered.

“Thank you Miss Granger,” Albus took her hand, squeezed it and smiled at her with his grandfather-like eyes. Dumbledore had always been like a father to her and she couldn’t let him down either.

“I know I can do this sir,” Hermione said before she went back to the potion that was still brewing. She worked in the lab all night and most of the morning when she realized that Snape had not woken up. Her stomach turned as she entered his bedroom, afraid of what she may find.

He was still lying on his bed, unconscious. Hermione tried to wake him but he did not open his eyes. She immediately called Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore and they confirmed that he most likely would not wake up anytime soon. Finally they decided to move him into a private room in the infirmao moo monitor him.

Hermione stormed back to his private labs, found a Pepper Up potion and took it. She refused to sleep until she found a cure for him.

In the meantime, the winter break began and most of the students left for the holiday. Ron, Harry, and Draco stayed behind to torment each other.

Draco walked into the Great Hall with Crabbe and Goyle to eat lunch, not noticing Harry and Ron hiding around the corner. Ron raised his wand and whispered a charm that turned Draco’s hair solid blacile ile Harry raised his wand and whispered a charm that lengthened Draco’s hair so that it was identical to Snape’s.

The three sat down at the Slytherin table to eat. Crabbe and Goyle noticed the change, but did not dare to say anything, thinking it was Draco’s new look. They were too dense to realize that this new look occurred within the last few seconds.

Harry and Ron began chanting, “Snape, Snape, Snape,” getting louder and louder as the rest of the students joined in. Draco looked around to see where Snape was, but could not make him out.

“What are all of you looking at?” he inquired, noticing everyone was staring at him, still chanting.

“What’s going on?” he sneered at Crabbe and Goyle. Goyle slowly pointed to his own hair and then at Draco. Quickly running his fingers through his hair, he realized that it was significantly longer.

“What color is it?” he hissed.

“Black,” theymuremured.

“Bastards!” his hissed as he stood up and left.

“Snape, Snape, Snape, Snape!” the chant filled the Great Hall as Draco ran out and the hall burst out in laughter.


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Hermione was still working on the potion when Albus came in.

“You called for me Hermione,” he said, hoping for some good news.

“Yes sir,” she said with such tired eyes, “I added the final ingredient yesterday.”

They both looked into the cauldron and watched intently how the potion boiled and hissed. The intensity of the blue was apparent as Hermione looked at the time. So far the longest she had kept it stabilized was ten minutes before its properties began to break down.

It had been a full twenty-four hours and she tested it, proving that it was still stable with no sign of loosing its properties.

“Congratulations Miss Granger!” said Albus, “I believe you have done!” She had tears in her eyes, both from feeling elated and being exhausted.

“Thank you sir,” she smiled.

“How soon can we administer it?” he asked anxiously.

“As soon as it cools. It will take on the properties of a salve and needs to be rubbed onto his skin as well.”

“Very well, I will inform Madam Pomfrey. In the meantime Miss Granger, please get some rest. You deserve it my dear!” gleamed Albus.

Hermione left the dungeons for the first time in days. She had a feeling of such satisfaction that she could not compare it to anything she had ever felt before. Upon entering her Head Girl’s room, she fell asleep and was not seen for days.

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Hermione finally emerged from her room with only a few days left of the holiday break. She felt refreshed and ready to find Harry and Ron. Knowing those two, she went to look outside since more than likely they were having a snowball fight. Searching the grounds she came up empty-handed, so she returned to the castle. Entering through the main doors, she suddenly she came face to face with Professor Snape.

He was standing in front of her, looking as serious as ever, but he also looked healthy. Something she had not seen in him, well, ever. His skin had some color and his clothes had a tailored fit.

“Hello sir!” she said with all the enthusiasm she truly felt, relieved that he was okay.

“Miss Granger,” he said in his deep, silky voice, “I just want to thank you and -” but he could not continue because an intense odor filled the entrance way and both Snape and Hermione looked to see where it was coming from.

Standing feet away was a red-haired weasel, a blonde-haired ferret and Harry, who was farting uncontrollably.

They stared at the three, realizing it must be Ron and Malfoy who accompanied Harry.

“How is the war boys?” asked Hermione sarcastically while pinching her nose.

“Well,” began Harry, who was blushing profusely while the noises continued to escape his body, “We declared a truce.” The ferret and the weasel nodded in agreement.

Snape was speechless as he stared at the three, trying not to breath in too deeply.

“Um, Miss Granger,” he said, looking back at her, “I will speak with you later,” and he quickly left with his hand over his nose.

“Hermione, could you help us out?” pleaded Harry in between farts.

“I thought you guys already did the fart spell?” she asked.

“Well, you know Draco,” said Harry, “He is not much for originality. Will you help?”

“Okay, but you three need to promise that you will not hex each other any more,” she said sternly. We pWe promise,” said Harry as Ron and Draco nodded.

“Good, first,” she raised her wand and pointed at Harry, “Lets take care of you.”

After a few minutes, all three boys were restored to their normal selves and thanked Hermione.

When the holiday break ended, life at Hogwarts was back to normal. Hermione entered Double Potions with Harry and Ron by her side taking their seats in the back of the class. Snape came storming in, showing an energy that the class had not seen in him for since their sixth year.

As he scanned the class, he noticed Harry, Ron and Draco were all smiling most mischievously. Raising his wand, Snape quickly murmured three separate charms, causing the three to freeze in place, preventing them from doing anything except watch and listen. Hermione gave a slight giggle noticing what Snape had done as she pulled out her quill and parchment to take notes.

Everything was back to normal.

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A/N: This is where Chango Boy ends the story and Corazon takes over completely. From here on out, it’s just me because our favorite couple is going to realize that they were meant to be together! *wink* If you do not want to read about a SS/HG pairing, then please do not read further. Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews and words of encouragement. Chango Boy says, ‘Thanks!!!’ with a big smile!

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Snape had noticed Hermione’s smile and took a quick breath as his stomach started to flutter. He could not believe the feelings that had surfaced when he was around her. Every time he had ever had feelings for a woman, he ignored them since he did not have the slightest clue of what to do. The only women who ever looked twice at him did so to ridicule his looks or were women Voldemort provided for his Death Eaters. Hermione had earned his respect, something very few women had ever done before, not to mention she saved his life. He continued to watch her closer, careful not to let his feelings for her show.

When class finally ended, he cursed himself for the words that were leaving his mouth, “Miss Granger, may I have a word with you?”

“I’ll catch up with you two later,” she told Harry and Ron. Gathering her books, she walked up to Professor Snape who actual looked like he had beads of sweat on his forehead.

“Yes sir,” she said, standing in front of him. He rubbed his face with one hand, cursing himself again for doing this. Taking a deep breath, he looked into her big brown eyes and had to lean on his desk to keep his legs from giving out on him.

“Are you okay sir?” she asked so sweetly that he almost melted on the spot.

“I’m fine,” he snapped. She flinched at his harsh tone, but did not leave.

“Miss Granger,” he began in his traditional Professor Snape’s voice as he crossed his arms, “Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?” He sounded more like he was requesting her assistance to clean the classroom than asking her on a date. Hermione just stared at him, not believing what she just heard.

“Are you serious?” she giggled, thinking it was some kind of a joke.

“Yes, I am,” he answered defensively, his voice slightly more dangerous.

“Oh,” she said, realizing he was dead serious.

“Is that a no?” he asked.

“Yes, I mean no,” she corrected quickly.

“So you are saying no?”

“No, I am saying yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“No, I mean yes,” she was getting confused. ‘Oh gods,’ she thought.

“What is your answer Miss Granger?” he asked, now regretting he even asked her in the first place.

“Yes,” she said, “I will have dinner with you tomorrow night.”

“Good, I will meet you at the main entrance of the castle at seven o’clock,” and he left before she could change her mind.

‘Oh Merlin!’ she thought, ‘I have a date with Professor Snape!’ She could not believe that he had asked her out after all the hell she put him through. ‘It must be his way of thanking me for brewing the potion,’ she thought, leaving the classroom to catch up with Harry and Ron.

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