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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
27
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22,556
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183
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
4
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I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters therein. Nor do I make any moneys from the writing of this story. Though Lord knows I wish I did.
Chapter Nine
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Chapter Nine
To say that Harry and Ron were angry over what they saw as a betrayal of trust was an understatement. Hermione was in the office that Severus allowed her to use in order to do her paperwork when they came charging in.
“You got both Malfoys out of Azkaban?” demanded Ron, who was glaring at her. “What are you thinking? Have you gone nutters?”
“Yes, they will not be in prison,” she answered, as she was pulling out a parchment she was looking for in her desk. “But Lucius and Draco will be under strict magical restrictions as well as being monitored constantly. And no, Ronald, I am not now nor have I ever been nutters.” She looked up to them. “Anything else?”
“Draco Malfoy will never…” Hermione cut off Ron’s rant right at the beginning slamming her drawer shut.
“And you know this, because of what exactly? Your keen human insight?” she asked him sarcastically. “Draco Malfoy made mistakes, but then so did you.”
Ron lost his coloring in that moment and demanded, “You’re comparing what I did to being a death eater?”
“All I’m saying is that we’ve all made errors in life. May they be good, bad, or indifferent, they happened.” She stood up and went over to them. “Instead of judging Draco on what he’s done, try to make a clean slate of it. You don’t have to be best friends, but for Merlin sake don’t go into it with wands drawn.”
“You are missing a brain if you think that I will have anything to do with that death eater!” Ron exclaimed.
Hermione took a deep breath, counted to five and said, “Ronald, you’re a strategist—you always have been. I need you to think about something clearly and with logic. Can you do that for me please?”
Harry looked to the young wizard next to him, shrugging when he looked to him for an answer.
“Sure, but…”
“That’s all I’m asking,” she said quietly. “How do you think this school is going to be rebuilt?”
“Hard work! And we have plenty of people willing to do it!”
“Perhaps, but where is the money going to come from?”
He took a deep breath, but it ended up whooshing out of him just as quickly.
“And where is the money to rebuild Hogsmead going to come from?”
It was Harry, who was now muttering, “Hadn’t thought of that.”
“And the Ministry of Magic?” she added. “Where is the money going to come from to rebuild them all? Or has it escaped your notice that our government is nearly bankrupt?” They both were standing in front of her looking embarrassed. “It appears that you haven’t thought about a lot of things.” She took a breath to calm herself. “Much consideration went into deciding who would qualify for the programs and I thoroughly resent the fact that you didn’t give me the credit of putting the research into this that was needed.”
“So the Ministry is going to take their money?” Harry asked, confused.
“No, something better,” she answered. “Their know how. Between the three former death eaters on life long probation, they took inheritances increased them ten fold and all by legal means. And yes, Ronald, I do have all their books. That was the money that they made up front. Any and all illegal transactions increased it yet another seven fold.”
“Wow,” Harry whispered. “Why did you suggest that the students be brought back here though?”
“War brings out the worse in all of us,” she murmured. “Wouldn’t you agree, Ronald?”
“I came back!” he blustered.
“Oh yes, that you did,” she said sarcastically. “You came back, blaming me for our disastrous first and only time together, saying ‘Lavender didn’t act that way at all! She liked it!’” She poked him hard in the chest with her forefinger. “Well, I only have one more thing to say on that front. If I have had as many pricks as she has had in her short life, I would know how to fake it just as well as she must have.” Hermione went to her door and opened it. “Please leave. I have more work to see to.”
Ron rushed out of the room. Harry followed more slowly, saying, “That was harsh.”
“He had it coming,” she answered. “But that shall be the last time I mention it.” Hermione smiled at him. “See you later, Harry.”
***
“There is this new invention,” Remus said as he stood in her doorway. “It’s a midday meal called lunch.” He bounced Teddy, who laughed joyously.
Grinning she went over and took the bundle of energy from his father. “Green hair today? Did you go to the punk rock museum again with your daddy?” She kissed the little boy’s cheek as she tickled him.
Teddy’s hair went the deep purple it changed to whenever he was happy, as he continued to giggle.
“Hi Remus,” she said to him.
“Well, I’m lucky you took note of me at all,” he said with a smile. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Not yet,” she murmured and proceeded to lift up Teddy, blowing on his belly. “Care to join me you two?” She looked over to Remus who was smiling sheepishly.
“I was hoping if you could do me a favor,” he said casually. “I have an appointment that came up at the last moment and Teddy’s gran can’t babysit.”
Letting out a long sigh, she looked over to Remus. “I can’t, but I think we can find someone who can.” She felt a twinge in her back and handed Teddy back over to his father. “Come on with you two. We are going to find you the best babysitter we can.”
***
Severus went looking for Hermione, as she was late to lunch. The witch missed enough meals as it was, he thought sourly, wishing she would take better care of herself.
He no sooner turned the corner than he saw Hermione walking down the hallway with none other than Remus, who was carrying his son. Severus’s eyes narrowed as he watched Hermione rubbing at her back rather aggressively. Hermione was trying to go on with business as usual, but it was a difficult task when her back was doing it’s best to stop her momentum.
“Lupin, are you blind or simply stupid?” Severus asked as he walked over to the woman next to him. Scooping her up, he glared at Remus. “Her back is spasming.”
“Don’t be angry at him,” Hermione told him, her fingers going tight on his robes. “He needs a babysitter for Teddy and my back started up right as we were getting one…Oh Merlin, that was a bad one.”
By the time they reached the medical wing, Hermione was in tears with her face buried against Severus’s shoulder. He sat down with her still in his arms while Remus went looking for Poppy.
“Why is it getting worse?” she whispered. “There has to be…” Gasping as another spasm went up her back, her nails bit into his shoulders.
“I don’t know,” Severus told her. “But we are going to find out and fix it.” He kissed her temple, wishing he could take the pain for her.
Poppy rushed into the room and straight over to the two. After doing several tests, she was muttering denials and retesting. Blinking at Severus, she cleared her throat.
“We need to speak alone,” Poppy murmured, looking towards Hermione.
Carefully setting Hermione to the cot, he got up, brushing her hair as he whispered, “I’ll be right back.”
He stepped out of the room with Remus as well as Poppy. Clearing her throat, she whispered, “Miss Granger’s been poisoned.”
***
AHH! A cliffhanger! Yeah, I love them. HA-HA! You're just going to have to come back to find out the answers!
Okay, it's now time for the Review Sing-A-Long! Yesterday's answer was "Van Diemen's Land" by U2. Alas, no one guessed.
It's now time for the next song! (I don't own any of the songs) "I'll even let you review the shows you want to see" There it is! Hint--1980's hit! Have a great day!
***
Chapter Nine
To say that Harry and Ron were angry over what they saw as a betrayal of trust was an understatement. Hermione was in the office that Severus allowed her to use in order to do her paperwork when they came charging in.
“You got both Malfoys out of Azkaban?” demanded Ron, who was glaring at her. “What are you thinking? Have you gone nutters?”
“Yes, they will not be in prison,” she answered, as she was pulling out a parchment she was looking for in her desk. “But Lucius and Draco will be under strict magical restrictions as well as being monitored constantly. And no, Ronald, I am not now nor have I ever been nutters.” She looked up to them. “Anything else?”
“Draco Malfoy will never…” Hermione cut off Ron’s rant right at the beginning slamming her drawer shut.
“And you know this, because of what exactly? Your keen human insight?” she asked him sarcastically. “Draco Malfoy made mistakes, but then so did you.”
Ron lost his coloring in that moment and demanded, “You’re comparing what I did to being a death eater?”
“All I’m saying is that we’ve all made errors in life. May they be good, bad, or indifferent, they happened.” She stood up and went over to them. “Instead of judging Draco on what he’s done, try to make a clean slate of it. You don’t have to be best friends, but for Merlin sake don’t go into it with wands drawn.”
“You are missing a brain if you think that I will have anything to do with that death eater!” Ron exclaimed.
Hermione took a deep breath, counted to five and said, “Ronald, you’re a strategist—you always have been. I need you to think about something clearly and with logic. Can you do that for me please?”
Harry looked to the young wizard next to him, shrugging when he looked to him for an answer.
“Sure, but…”
“That’s all I’m asking,” she said quietly. “How do you think this school is going to be rebuilt?”
“Hard work! And we have plenty of people willing to do it!”
“Perhaps, but where is the money going to come from?”
He took a deep breath, but it ended up whooshing out of him just as quickly.
“And where is the money to rebuild Hogsmead going to come from?”
It was Harry, who was now muttering, “Hadn’t thought of that.”
“And the Ministry of Magic?” she added. “Where is the money going to come from to rebuild them all? Or has it escaped your notice that our government is nearly bankrupt?” They both were standing in front of her looking embarrassed. “It appears that you haven’t thought about a lot of things.” She took a breath to calm herself. “Much consideration went into deciding who would qualify for the programs and I thoroughly resent the fact that you didn’t give me the credit of putting the research into this that was needed.”
“So the Ministry is going to take their money?” Harry asked, confused.
“No, something better,” she answered. “Their know how. Between the three former death eaters on life long probation, they took inheritances increased them ten fold and all by legal means. And yes, Ronald, I do have all their books. That was the money that they made up front. Any and all illegal transactions increased it yet another seven fold.”
“Wow,” Harry whispered. “Why did you suggest that the students be brought back here though?”
“War brings out the worse in all of us,” she murmured. “Wouldn’t you agree, Ronald?”
“I came back!” he blustered.
“Oh yes, that you did,” she said sarcastically. “You came back, blaming me for our disastrous first and only time together, saying ‘Lavender didn’t act that way at all! She liked it!’” She poked him hard in the chest with her forefinger. “Well, I only have one more thing to say on that front. If I have had as many pricks as she has had in her short life, I would know how to fake it just as well as she must have.” Hermione went to her door and opened it. “Please leave. I have more work to see to.”
Ron rushed out of the room. Harry followed more slowly, saying, “That was harsh.”
“He had it coming,” she answered. “But that shall be the last time I mention it.” Hermione smiled at him. “See you later, Harry.”
***
“There is this new invention,” Remus said as he stood in her doorway. “It’s a midday meal called lunch.” He bounced Teddy, who laughed joyously.
Grinning she went over and took the bundle of energy from his father. “Green hair today? Did you go to the punk rock museum again with your daddy?” She kissed the little boy’s cheek as she tickled him.
Teddy’s hair went the deep purple it changed to whenever he was happy, as he continued to giggle.
“Hi Remus,” she said to him.
“Well, I’m lucky you took note of me at all,” he said with a smile. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Not yet,” she murmured and proceeded to lift up Teddy, blowing on his belly. “Care to join me you two?” She looked over to Remus who was smiling sheepishly.
“I was hoping if you could do me a favor,” he said casually. “I have an appointment that came up at the last moment and Teddy’s gran can’t babysit.”
Letting out a long sigh, she looked over to Remus. “I can’t, but I think we can find someone who can.” She felt a twinge in her back and handed Teddy back over to his father. “Come on with you two. We are going to find you the best babysitter we can.”
***
Severus went looking for Hermione, as she was late to lunch. The witch missed enough meals as it was, he thought sourly, wishing she would take better care of herself.
He no sooner turned the corner than he saw Hermione walking down the hallway with none other than Remus, who was carrying his son. Severus’s eyes narrowed as he watched Hermione rubbing at her back rather aggressively. Hermione was trying to go on with business as usual, but it was a difficult task when her back was doing it’s best to stop her momentum.
“Lupin, are you blind or simply stupid?” Severus asked as he walked over to the woman next to him. Scooping her up, he glared at Remus. “Her back is spasming.”
“Don’t be angry at him,” Hermione told him, her fingers going tight on his robes. “He needs a babysitter for Teddy and my back started up right as we were getting one…Oh Merlin, that was a bad one.”
By the time they reached the medical wing, Hermione was in tears with her face buried against Severus’s shoulder. He sat down with her still in his arms while Remus went looking for Poppy.
“Why is it getting worse?” she whispered. “There has to be…” Gasping as another spasm went up her back, her nails bit into his shoulders.
“I don’t know,” Severus told her. “But we are going to find out and fix it.” He kissed her temple, wishing he could take the pain for her.
Poppy rushed into the room and straight over to the two. After doing several tests, she was muttering denials and retesting. Blinking at Severus, she cleared her throat.
“We need to speak alone,” Poppy murmured, looking towards Hermione.
Carefully setting Hermione to the cot, he got up, brushing her hair as he whispered, “I’ll be right back.”
He stepped out of the room with Remus as well as Poppy. Clearing her throat, she whispered, “Miss Granger’s been poisoned.”
***
AHH! A cliffhanger! Yeah, I love them. HA-HA! You're just going to have to come back to find out the answers!
Okay, it's now time for the Review Sing-A-Long! Yesterday's answer was "Van Diemen's Land" by U2. Alas, no one guessed.
It's now time for the next song! (I don't own any of the songs) "I'll even let you review the shows you want to see" There it is! Hint--1980's hit! Have a great day!