Hermione's Blade
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,694
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8
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0
Currently Reading:
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Hermione's Blade
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, except for those you do not recognize. They belong to J.K. Rowling. The lovely Caliko is responsible this challenge, so sadly I can’t claim ownership of the idea either. I guess the only things I can claim are the mistakes...
AN: The first chapter will be in the third person, all others, or most of them anyway, will be in first person. Next chapter up in a few days... Anyone wanna be my beta?
Chapter 1:
Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinaire, was sitting in the astronomy tower early Saturday morning, with her nose buried in an interesting book. ‘I cannot believe Ginny gave me this book. I should strangle her.’ She thought, and her eyes widened as she came across a particularly suggestive sentence. Hermione squirmed, her back pressing against the wall behind her, cursing Ginny yet again for giving her this . . . this . . .
“You appear to be rather uncomfortable Miss Granger.” A smooth voice from the shadows interrupted her thoughts, and sent a chill down her spine. There was only one person who had a voice like that, though Hermione prayed that it was just another student who had decided tay oay over the winter holidays. Severus Snape glided out of the shadows and paused in front of her, a smirk on his lips.
“P-Professor Snape . . . how long have you been standing there?” Hermione asked, as she tried, and failed, to hide the book beneath her cloak before he saw the title.
Snape raised one eyebrow, and plucked the book from her fingers before she had time to react. “Hmm, Carmela’s Blade, that’s an interesting title don’t you think Miss Granger, but the,” he paused to clear his throat, “picture on the cover doesn’t leave much to one’s imagination now does it?” When she didn’t answer he sneered and dropped the book into her lap. “It would appear, that the rumors are true, how interesting.”
“What rumors?” Snape didn’t answer, but his onyx eyes seemed to dance with glee. Hermione felt sick. She had never seen Snape look so . . . happy before. Not including, of course, the day Voldemort was finally defeated. “Tell me what rumors!” She said, momentarily forgetting that she was talking to one of her professors because of her embarrassment.
“Five points from Gryffindor for being disrespectful toward a professor, Miss Granger.” Snape growled, but his eyes still danced with glee. As understanding came across her features, Snape chuckled. It was a dull, unpleasant sound, which made Hermione glad she hadn’t eaten any breakfast, for it would have ended up on Snape’s shoes. “Only those who lack sexual partners read that trash, Miss Granger.”
Embarrassment and anger welled up inside her. ‘How dare he insult my virginity?!’ She thought, but what she said aloud was entirely different. “I guess you read them a lot then, professor.” Her sneer matched his own, and Snape’s eyes widened slightly at her statement.
“Miss Granger!” Snape hissed, his voice was barley over a whisper and menacing. “You should think before you speak, girl, if you don’t you could get yourself in way over your head.” Hermione took a step backward and Snape took a forward step. She was trapped between Snape and the wall, and both were hard and unyielding figures. Then suddenly, a small smirk appeared on Snape’s lips. “Are you really that ashamed to be the only virgin in your year, Miss Granger?”
The fear Hermione had just felt was replaced quickly by anger. Snape could make her angry faster than anyone, and now it happened so quickly she didn’t have a chance to restrain it. “You bastard!” She screeched, and her hand raised to slap him. She swung her arm forward but he caught her wrist, stopping the blow.
“Miss Granger, Have you lost your mind?” Snape exclaimed, his grip on her wrist was tight, and almost painful. She tried to jerk her arm away, but failed. It was then she realized that she had two arms. Snape didn’t notice her other hand until it was only inches from his face. The moment her hand hit his face, a blinding light enveloped the room . . .
When the light faded Hermione and Snape were standing in the same position, but they were no longer in the astronomy tower. They were standing in a small clearing with tall trees surrounding them. They stepped away from each other and looked around. Snape rubbed the red mark on his cheek and Hermione spun around in a circle, looking in every direction. “Where are we?” Hermione asked, even though she knew he had no answer. The freezing wind whipped around them. Hermione wrapped her arms around herself and Snape pulled his heavy robes tighter around himself. They both jumped and spun around when they heard laughter from behind them.
“You are in the Forbidden Forest of course.” Both Hermione and Snape gapped at the thing standing in front of them, although Snape masked his shock better than Hermione did. The man, if it could be classified as one, stood kneed deep in the snow with nothing covering his body except a thin loin cloth. He looked perfectly content though, standing there in the freezing cold, sipping a fizzy drink. “Oh how rude of me!” The thing exclaimed flamboyantly, as it waved a clawed hand in the air, “I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Erasmus, the only demon in the history of Hell to specialize in love.”
“Surely, you must be joking.” Snape spat. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his robe in an attempt to keep warm, but had they been visible the “Love Demon” would have seen two clenched fists.
Erasmus laughed heartily and took another sip of his drink. “No, everything I say is true!” He exclaimed, waving his drink around. The brown, bubbly liquid spilled over the sides of the goblet and stained the snow. “And, my name isn’t Shirley.” Snape blanched at the comment, deciding that this thing was definitely in need of a straight jacket.
“What do you want with us?” Hermione asked. It took great effort to keep her voice from shaking, her lips were turning blue from the cold. And, she had even considered asking Snape if he would share his robe if it would warm her.
“Do you like the muggle drink, Pepsi? Because I think, it is just fabulous.” He paused to take a larlup lup of the drink. “Oh, you asked me a question . . . ” Erasmus paused and looked at Hermione and Snape. A large grin spread across his face, “You two are just so cute together!”
“WHAT?” Snape and Hermione exclaimed in unison.
The demon just snapped his fingers and Hermione’s book flew off the ground and into his hand. Apparently it had been transferred with them, and they hadn’t noticed. “I just love a good romance, don’t you?” He sighed as he flipped through the pages of the book. “Your story will be the most memorable of them all.” He giggled insanely and snapped his fingers again.
A blinding light enveloped the dark man and his intelligent student once again. When the light faded, Erasmus was left alone, the book clutched in his clawed hand. He smiled in satisfaction as the title changed, and the picture on the c mor morphed to show two familiar figures staring at each other in astonishment. “Ah,” he sighed as he stretched out in the snow, “Hermione’s Blade, I wonder what it’s about.”
TBC....
Challenge Requierments:
Imagine, if you will, a dark library at midnight (cliché, I know) or the astronomy tower deserted on a Saturday morning… Our Heroine (Hermione or Ginny) is hiding, doing something she doesn’t want ANYONE to witness her doing… she’s reading one of those bodice ripper romances… (your choice, historical or contemporary)
1. Enter our Hero - Severus or Draco… some snide remarks, outright insults about her reading material or lack of real sex… A smack here or there delivered from our heroine. A bright light exploding outward at the moment the slap lands…
They step back, only to a change of scene. It seems a there is a drunken cherub, love god, evil demon (authors choice) that seems to think that these two would be perfect for each other - if they didn’t have to dealh thh the rest of the world as they fell in love.
Hence, IT caused them to be sucked into said romance book.. To live out sto story. It will appear briefly to the prospective lovers.. Long enough to explain that the only way out of the book is to fall in love for real and let nature take it’s course. (lemon optional, but always appreciated)
Of course, it will hang around and watch.. Perhaps take a part as narrator every now and then, but MOST SCENES MUST BE WRITTEN IN THE VIEWPOINT OF EITHER Ginny, Draco, Severus, or Hermione.
Must include three or more of the following:
1) Drunken cherub/love god/demon with a penchant for the drink ‘insert favorite drink here’
2) The hero at some point (as part of books plot) try to force the heroine to marry him… (they are
forced to act out the plot, but they bring their own personalities/names/habits/thoughts/speech into it)
3) the Heroine escapes, only to be kidnapped AGAIN by a worse villain
4) Heroine tempted to sleep with said worse villain to spite hero (leave it up to author whether she does or not)
5) An extravagant ball with the heroine showing up in a very provocative dress and making hero jealous
6) A parrot that seems to have fallen in love with Draco or Severus - just something to add a bit of humor
7)Interfereing relatives/friends that have come to rescue our couple from the drunken cherub/love god/demon
8) A cage hanging from a ceiling intended for SOMEONE.. Be it for our heroine/hero or one of their interfering relatives.. It was provided by the drunk that instigated the fiasco
9) True love found out of an argument on who doesn’t deserve the other…
10) At SOME POINT they have to fall into bed together… maybe more than once… but unless it’s out of love, they are still stuck
AN: The first chapter will be in the third person, all others, or most of them anyway, will be in first person. Next chapter up in a few days... Anyone wanna be my beta?
Chapter 1:
Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinaire, was sitting in the astronomy tower early Saturday morning, with her nose buried in an interesting book. ‘I cannot believe Ginny gave me this book. I should strangle her.’ She thought, and her eyes widened as she came across a particularly suggestive sentence. Hermione squirmed, her back pressing against the wall behind her, cursing Ginny yet again for giving her this . . . this . . .
“You appear to be rather uncomfortable Miss Granger.” A smooth voice from the shadows interrupted her thoughts, and sent a chill down her spine. There was only one person who had a voice like that, though Hermione prayed that it was just another student who had decided tay oay over the winter holidays. Severus Snape glided out of the shadows and paused in front of her, a smirk on his lips.
“P-Professor Snape . . . how long have you been standing there?” Hermione asked, as she tried, and failed, to hide the book beneath her cloak before he saw the title.
Snape raised one eyebrow, and plucked the book from her fingers before she had time to react. “Hmm, Carmela’s Blade, that’s an interesting title don’t you think Miss Granger, but the,” he paused to clear his throat, “picture on the cover doesn’t leave much to one’s imagination now does it?” When she didn’t answer he sneered and dropped the book into her lap. “It would appear, that the rumors are true, how interesting.”
“What rumors?” Snape didn’t answer, but his onyx eyes seemed to dance with glee. Hermione felt sick. She had never seen Snape look so . . . happy before. Not including, of course, the day Voldemort was finally defeated. “Tell me what rumors!” She said, momentarily forgetting that she was talking to one of her professors because of her embarrassment.
“Five points from Gryffindor for being disrespectful toward a professor, Miss Granger.” Snape growled, but his eyes still danced with glee. As understanding came across her features, Snape chuckled. It was a dull, unpleasant sound, which made Hermione glad she hadn’t eaten any breakfast, for it would have ended up on Snape’s shoes. “Only those who lack sexual partners read that trash, Miss Granger.”
Embarrassment and anger welled up inside her. ‘How dare he insult my virginity?!’ She thought, but what she said aloud was entirely different. “I guess you read them a lot then, professor.” Her sneer matched his own, and Snape’s eyes widened slightly at her statement.
“Miss Granger!” Snape hissed, his voice was barley over a whisper and menacing. “You should think before you speak, girl, if you don’t you could get yourself in way over your head.” Hermione took a step backward and Snape took a forward step. She was trapped between Snape and the wall, and both were hard and unyielding figures. Then suddenly, a small smirk appeared on Snape’s lips. “Are you really that ashamed to be the only virgin in your year, Miss Granger?”
The fear Hermione had just felt was replaced quickly by anger. Snape could make her angry faster than anyone, and now it happened so quickly she didn’t have a chance to restrain it. “You bastard!” She screeched, and her hand raised to slap him. She swung her arm forward but he caught her wrist, stopping the blow.
“Miss Granger, Have you lost your mind?” Snape exclaimed, his grip on her wrist was tight, and almost painful. She tried to jerk her arm away, but failed. It was then she realized that she had two arms. Snape didn’t notice her other hand until it was only inches from his face. The moment her hand hit his face, a blinding light enveloped the room . . .
When the light faded Hermione and Snape were standing in the same position, but they were no longer in the astronomy tower. They were standing in a small clearing with tall trees surrounding them. They stepped away from each other and looked around. Snape rubbed the red mark on his cheek and Hermione spun around in a circle, looking in every direction. “Where are we?” Hermione asked, even though she knew he had no answer. The freezing wind whipped around them. Hermione wrapped her arms around herself and Snape pulled his heavy robes tighter around himself. They both jumped and spun around when they heard laughter from behind them.
“You are in the Forbidden Forest of course.” Both Hermione and Snape gapped at the thing standing in front of them, although Snape masked his shock better than Hermione did. The man, if it could be classified as one, stood kneed deep in the snow with nothing covering his body except a thin loin cloth. He looked perfectly content though, standing there in the freezing cold, sipping a fizzy drink. “Oh how rude of me!” The thing exclaimed flamboyantly, as it waved a clawed hand in the air, “I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Erasmus, the only demon in the history of Hell to specialize in love.”
“Surely, you must be joking.” Snape spat. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his robe in an attempt to keep warm, but had they been visible the “Love Demon” would have seen two clenched fists.
Erasmus laughed heartily and took another sip of his drink. “No, everything I say is true!” He exclaimed, waving his drink around. The brown, bubbly liquid spilled over the sides of the goblet and stained the snow. “And, my name isn’t Shirley.” Snape blanched at the comment, deciding that this thing was definitely in need of a straight jacket.
“What do you want with us?” Hermione asked. It took great effort to keep her voice from shaking, her lips were turning blue from the cold. And, she had even considered asking Snape if he would share his robe if it would warm her.
“Do you like the muggle drink, Pepsi? Because I think, it is just fabulous.” He paused to take a larlup lup of the drink. “Oh, you asked me a question . . . ” Erasmus paused and looked at Hermione and Snape. A large grin spread across his face, “You two are just so cute together!”
“WHAT?” Snape and Hermione exclaimed in unison.
The demon just snapped his fingers and Hermione’s book flew off the ground and into his hand. Apparently it had been transferred with them, and they hadn’t noticed. “I just love a good romance, don’t you?” He sighed as he flipped through the pages of the book. “Your story will be the most memorable of them all.” He giggled insanely and snapped his fingers again.
A blinding light enveloped the dark man and his intelligent student once again. When the light faded, Erasmus was left alone, the book clutched in his clawed hand. He smiled in satisfaction as the title changed, and the picture on the c mor morphed to show two familiar figures staring at each other in astonishment. “Ah,” he sighed as he stretched out in the snow, “Hermione’s Blade, I wonder what it’s about.”
TBC....
Challenge Requierments:
Imagine, if you will, a dark library at midnight (cliché, I know) or the astronomy tower deserted on a Saturday morning… Our Heroine (Hermione or Ginny) is hiding, doing something she doesn’t want ANYONE to witness her doing… she’s reading one of those bodice ripper romances… (your choice, historical or contemporary)
1. Enter our Hero - Severus or Draco… some snide remarks, outright insults about her reading material or lack of real sex… A smack here or there delivered from our heroine. A bright light exploding outward at the moment the slap lands…
They step back, only to a change of scene. It seems a there is a drunken cherub, love god, evil demon (authors choice) that seems to think that these two would be perfect for each other - if they didn’t have to dealh thh the rest of the world as they fell in love.
Hence, IT caused them to be sucked into said romance book.. To live out sto story. It will appear briefly to the prospective lovers.. Long enough to explain that the only way out of the book is to fall in love for real and let nature take it’s course. (lemon optional, but always appreciated)
Of course, it will hang around and watch.. Perhaps take a part as narrator every now and then, but MOST SCENES MUST BE WRITTEN IN THE VIEWPOINT OF EITHER Ginny, Draco, Severus, or Hermione.
Must include three or more of the following:
1) Drunken cherub/love god/demon with a penchant for the drink ‘insert favorite drink here’
2) The hero at some point (as part of books plot) try to force the heroine to marry him… (they are
forced to act out the plot, but they bring their own personalities/names/habits/thoughts/speech into it)
3) the Heroine escapes, only to be kidnapped AGAIN by a worse villain
4) Heroine tempted to sleep with said worse villain to spite hero (leave it up to author whether she does or not)
5) An extravagant ball with the heroine showing up in a very provocative dress and making hero jealous
6) A parrot that seems to have fallen in love with Draco or Severus - just something to add a bit of humor
7)Interfereing relatives/friends that have come to rescue our couple from the drunken cherub/love god/demon
8) A cage hanging from a ceiling intended for SOMEONE.. Be it for our heroine/hero or one of their interfering relatives.. It was provided by the drunk that instigated the fiasco
9) True love found out of an argument on who doesn’t deserve the other…
10) At SOME POINT they have to fall into bed together… maybe more than once… but unless it’s out of love, they are still stuck