Enforced Therapy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,975
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter (wish I did). I make no money from this (I'm still broke).
George
So okay, I won't hold the story hostage. But I'll hesitate putting out! Just you see! LOL! Please read and review!
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George
When Fred and I arrived, looking very dapper I might add it was to find that there was chaos afoot (And without us! F)! Hermione was glaring at Snape who was towering over her as he was turning an odd shade of magenta.
“Don’t you dare talk down to me as if I’m some-some…”
“Weasley?” he drawled.
“Hey!” came from myself and my other two brothers.
“No! Like a bubble headed nitwit, whose only concern is her nails and makeup!” she roared back. “I deserve better than to have you think that I’m a stretch of highway to be walked over. I-I had that!” Tears welled in her eyes. “I thought you were different.”
Harry walked in right at that moment. She went over to him, diving into his arms. Sobbing into his chest, Hermione couldn’t seem to stop crying. Poor Harry was at a loss at what was happening (As were the rest of us. F).
“What did you do?” Harry demanded.
Snape’s lips went flat, but he didn’t answer.
Hermione pulled away from Harry and announced, “Severus Snape was snogging another woman!”
“She was snogging me, not the other way around!” he snapped.
“Likely story! You could have done any number of things to let her know that you weren’t interested! Not the least of which could have involved some sort of hex!”
“And spend yet more time in this joy called therapy? I think not!”
Fred and I looked to each other, shrugged, and pulled up chairs so that we could have seats front and center to what was going on. I pulled out crisps, handing a bag to Fred. And my dear brother pulled out the chill charmed butter beers, handing one to me. We were set. Now all we needed was the fight to go into full steam!
But then the new bitty of a therapist showed up and there went the entertainment right there (Therapy may help people, but it’s proving deadly dull. F). The woman started talking, she introduced herself, and began to inform us as to how she was going to conduct the meetings. Pity I didn’t pay attention to a word the woman said as I was already beginning to think that fireworks would liven things up. It seemed predictable though, so I nixed that notion. But then I thought, Ron’s been so lonely lately and it was a good thing I brought the rubber spiders to keep him company when he falls asleep (you did? Perfect. F).
It was then that a rather proud looking Lucius Malfoy came walking into the classroom. He went straight over to the teary eyed Miss Granger with a sympathy that seemed anything but the real deal.
“I’m looking better to you now, I suppose?” he asked her.
Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. Standing up, she decked Lucius Malfoy straight in the nose! He went flying backwards, hitting a wall, and was looking at the little witch in shock (Excellent right hook! F)
“You smug, arrogant child,” she hissed. “How dare you…”
“Miss Granger, this is highly inappropriate…” She went quiet the moment Hermione leveled a glare at the woman.
She turned back to Malfoy. “You knew what sort of position Severus would be in if he dared do anything against the woman. Even so much as cursing her out would have landed him for further time in this hell! Well, let me tell you that your pathetic attempt to make me come crying to you like a woman left with no other port in the fucking storm didn’t work! I may not be thrilled with him currently, but you, you had better run. Because I can easily envision you as one of the Fudge statues I blew up with such ease!”
I must say that I’ve never seen Lucius Malfoy run so quickly before (Not even in the heat of battle. F) Hermione sat back down again, but for the rest of the time in the class she didn’t even look at Snape.
“Well,” the therapist stammered. “Uh, Miss Granger, have your anger issues been addressed as of yet?”
“Not really,” she said sarcastically. “But tell me just how placid would your temper be if you found the person you love snogging someone else?” The therapist’s face went red. “And this, by and by, was arranged by a former lover who only wants you to claim you want him back so he can more than likely say, ‘No, I’m over you.’”
“The dog!” the therapist exclaimed, pulling a chair near Hermione.
Hermione was sniffling again. “My life is a muggle soap opera!”
“It’s not that bad,” Harry attempted to cheer her up, as it was clear that the other woman had no idea what a muggle soap opera was in the first place.
“I didn’t even get to the best part yet,” she cried. “I’m pregnant!”
There was a loud thud that had all of us looking over to see Severus Snape, former Death Eater (and bane of existence of every potions student at Hogwarts. F) flat on his back! It would appear the man had fainted (Damn shame we didn’t have anything to do with it. F). I wished we had a camera (That’s what pensives are for, brother dear. F)
It was then that Sirius and Remus arrived saw Severus out cold on the floor.
“What did we miss?” Remus asked.
“And can I do it next to him?” Sirius inquired with a large smile.
“Feel free,” Fred told him. “But I’m telling you that pregnancy wouldn’t suit you in the least.”
“You don’t have the hips for it,” I explained.
“Pregnant?” Remus looked over to Hermione. “You finally told him, did you?”
“Sort of,” she sighed, going over to Snape and putting his head on her knees. “It kind of slipped out when I was spilling my guts about everything else. It came out in a flood.”
Snape stirred, blinking up at the woman whose lap he was laying on (I can only imagine the view. F). He sat up slowly without taking his eyes away from her.
“You love me?” She nodded. “The baby? It’s mine?” Now she was glaring at him. “Of course it’s mine.” He cleared his throat. “Then we’ll have to get married.”
She stood up. “If you call that sorry excuse of a proposal acceptable, you are sadly mistaken.”
NOTE TO THERAPIST—MISS GRANGER LEFT EARLY DUE TO MEN TROUBLES. POOR DEAR. ON A DIFFERENT NOTE, I MUST REMEMBER TO MAKE CERTAIN THE WEASLEY TWINS NO LONGER BRING PLASTIC SPIDERS INTO THE SESSIONS. MR. GEORGE WEASLEY STOPPED WRITING IN HIS JOURNAL THE SECOND THE GIRL LEFT AND IT WAS CLEARLY THE MOMENT THEY BEGAN PLANNING. POOR RONALD WEASLEY RECEIVED A TERRIBLE SHOCK TO AWAKEN IN SUCH A WAY. I THEN FOUND OUT THAT THIS WASN’T THE FIRST TIME THE TWINS HAD PULLED SUCH A TRICK ON THEIR YOUNGEST BROTHER. I SUGGESTED THAT THEY ALL GO TO FAMILY THERAPY. TO WHICH THEY ALL LAUGHED AND TOLD ME THEIR MUM WOULD NEVER ALLOW IT. I MUST LOOK INTO THAT.
***
George
When Fred and I arrived, looking very dapper I might add it was to find that there was chaos afoot (And without us! F)! Hermione was glaring at Snape who was towering over her as he was turning an odd shade of magenta.
“Don’t you dare talk down to me as if I’m some-some…”
“Weasley?” he drawled.
“Hey!” came from myself and my other two brothers.
“No! Like a bubble headed nitwit, whose only concern is her nails and makeup!” she roared back. “I deserve better than to have you think that I’m a stretch of highway to be walked over. I-I had that!” Tears welled in her eyes. “I thought you were different.”
Harry walked in right at that moment. She went over to him, diving into his arms. Sobbing into his chest, Hermione couldn’t seem to stop crying. Poor Harry was at a loss at what was happening (As were the rest of us. F).
“What did you do?” Harry demanded.
Snape’s lips went flat, but he didn’t answer.
Hermione pulled away from Harry and announced, “Severus Snape was snogging another woman!”
“She was snogging me, not the other way around!” he snapped.
“Likely story! You could have done any number of things to let her know that you weren’t interested! Not the least of which could have involved some sort of hex!”
“And spend yet more time in this joy called therapy? I think not!”
Fred and I looked to each other, shrugged, and pulled up chairs so that we could have seats front and center to what was going on. I pulled out crisps, handing a bag to Fred. And my dear brother pulled out the chill charmed butter beers, handing one to me. We were set. Now all we needed was the fight to go into full steam!
But then the new bitty of a therapist showed up and there went the entertainment right there (Therapy may help people, but it’s proving deadly dull. F). The woman started talking, she introduced herself, and began to inform us as to how she was going to conduct the meetings. Pity I didn’t pay attention to a word the woman said as I was already beginning to think that fireworks would liven things up. It seemed predictable though, so I nixed that notion. But then I thought, Ron’s been so lonely lately and it was a good thing I brought the rubber spiders to keep him company when he falls asleep (you did? Perfect. F).
It was then that a rather proud looking Lucius Malfoy came walking into the classroom. He went straight over to the teary eyed Miss Granger with a sympathy that seemed anything but the real deal.
“I’m looking better to you now, I suppose?” he asked her.
Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. Standing up, she decked Lucius Malfoy straight in the nose! He went flying backwards, hitting a wall, and was looking at the little witch in shock (Excellent right hook! F)
“You smug, arrogant child,” she hissed. “How dare you…”
“Miss Granger, this is highly inappropriate…” She went quiet the moment Hermione leveled a glare at the woman.
She turned back to Malfoy. “You knew what sort of position Severus would be in if he dared do anything against the woman. Even so much as cursing her out would have landed him for further time in this hell! Well, let me tell you that your pathetic attempt to make me come crying to you like a woman left with no other port in the fucking storm didn’t work! I may not be thrilled with him currently, but you, you had better run. Because I can easily envision you as one of the Fudge statues I blew up with such ease!”
I must say that I’ve never seen Lucius Malfoy run so quickly before (Not even in the heat of battle. F) Hermione sat back down again, but for the rest of the time in the class she didn’t even look at Snape.
“Well,” the therapist stammered. “Uh, Miss Granger, have your anger issues been addressed as of yet?”
“Not really,” she said sarcastically. “But tell me just how placid would your temper be if you found the person you love snogging someone else?” The therapist’s face went red. “And this, by and by, was arranged by a former lover who only wants you to claim you want him back so he can more than likely say, ‘No, I’m over you.’”
“The dog!” the therapist exclaimed, pulling a chair near Hermione.
Hermione was sniffling again. “My life is a muggle soap opera!”
“It’s not that bad,” Harry attempted to cheer her up, as it was clear that the other woman had no idea what a muggle soap opera was in the first place.
“I didn’t even get to the best part yet,” she cried. “I’m pregnant!”
There was a loud thud that had all of us looking over to see Severus Snape, former Death Eater (and bane of existence of every potions student at Hogwarts. F) flat on his back! It would appear the man had fainted (Damn shame we didn’t have anything to do with it. F). I wished we had a camera (That’s what pensives are for, brother dear. F)
It was then that Sirius and Remus arrived saw Severus out cold on the floor.
“What did we miss?” Remus asked.
“And can I do it next to him?” Sirius inquired with a large smile.
“Feel free,” Fred told him. “But I’m telling you that pregnancy wouldn’t suit you in the least.”
“You don’t have the hips for it,” I explained.
“Pregnant?” Remus looked over to Hermione. “You finally told him, did you?”
“Sort of,” she sighed, going over to Snape and putting his head on her knees. “It kind of slipped out when I was spilling my guts about everything else. It came out in a flood.”
Snape stirred, blinking up at the woman whose lap he was laying on (I can only imagine the view. F). He sat up slowly without taking his eyes away from her.
“You love me?” She nodded. “The baby? It’s mine?” Now she was glaring at him. “Of course it’s mine.” He cleared his throat. “Then we’ll have to get married.”
She stood up. “If you call that sorry excuse of a proposal acceptable, you are sadly mistaken.”
NOTE TO THERAPIST—MISS GRANGER LEFT EARLY DUE TO MEN TROUBLES. POOR DEAR. ON A DIFFERENT NOTE, I MUST REMEMBER TO MAKE CERTAIN THE WEASLEY TWINS NO LONGER BRING PLASTIC SPIDERS INTO THE SESSIONS. MR. GEORGE WEASLEY STOPPED WRITING IN HIS JOURNAL THE SECOND THE GIRL LEFT AND IT WAS CLEARLY THE MOMENT THEY BEGAN PLANNING. POOR RONALD WEASLEY RECEIVED A TERRIBLE SHOCK TO AWAKEN IN SUCH A WAY. I THEN FOUND OUT THAT THIS WASN’T THE FIRST TIME THE TWINS HAD PULLED SUCH A TRICK ON THEIR YOUNGEST BROTHER. I SUGGESTED THAT THEY ALL GO TO FAMILY THERAPY. TO WHICH THEY ALL LAUGHED AND TOLD ME THEIR MUM WOULD NEVER ALLOW IT. I MUST LOOK INTO THAT.