The Reluctant Detectives
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
13,512
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
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I don't own Harry Potter or anything else from the book series. Nor do I make any moneys from doing this. Though goodness knows I wish I did.
The Reluctant Detectives
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Chapter One
There was nothing like a bookstore to make one feel…everything. Hermione went strolling through the stacks, looking over the titles. She went straight over to the potions texts that she was thinking over buying. It was in the middle of this that a hand past hers and pulled down the title she had been looking at. She spun around to see Severus Snape next to her, looking over the book in question.
“Reading my book, Miss Granger? Quite the pricy tome,” he murmured, looking over to her. “One would think that you would be setting aside your money for your upcoming nuptials to Mr. Weasley. Or is it Mr. Potter? It’s so difficult to keep up with the gossip when one is busy with employment.”
“Hello, Severus,” she said, making him all but growl at her at the use of his first name. “As for getting married to either to Ron or Harry?” Her smile turned coquettish. “Why settle for guppies?” With that she moved slightly away from him, asking, “Why the interest, Professor Snape?”
“That’s Headmaster,” he hissed at her.
“I don’t care what you have yourself called,” she told him, her voice going steely. “I’ve done nothing but respect you and what you do. And yet for reasons I have yet to fathom, you want to twist the knife in my psyche that much more every time we see each other.”
“I…”
“I’m not finished,” she snapped. “If you are doing so because you like seeing others suffer more than yourself, let me advise you that there are places you can go to fix that—namely the St. Mungos psychiatric wing. But if you are doing so because you are bored, I only have one other thing to say.” She got into his face and growled, “Grow up!”
She turned on her heel and left him simmering in fury. Hermione stopped walking away. Why did she allow him to get to her, she asked herself. Ron and she hadn’t worked out. He was now a married auror in Scotland. Harry ran. It wasn’t that he was a coward. No, he was overwhelmed by it all. Fame had never been his cup of tea and now one couldn’t turn a corner without seeing something praising Harry Potter for his triumph over Voldemort. He was currently living in the Italian countryside with Ginny Weasley. Molly wasn’t happy about this in the least and Hermione heard about it constantly.
But in the meantime, there she was alone trying as she might to get on with her life. She was taking university courses in spells, potions, and B movies of the 1930’s and 1940’s. She was currently writing a paper on the movie series The Thin Man with William Powell and Myrna Loy. Sighing heavily she wondered why she had taken the class, she would never know. Anything to stop thinking about just how much it hurt is what she supposed one time she was too drunk to stop the thoughts and memories. They were the Golden Trio, were being the operative word. She was surviving.
But was surviving enough? It wasn’t. It never was. But having Severus Snape push her nose into her own failures in keeping life long friends and not having a man in her life.
She was more than likely better off without someone until she was able to pull her life together. But it didn’t make the loneliness go away. Or the need for a man in her bed for that matter she thought sourly as she pushed her way out of the bookstore. Ron may not have been all that good in bed, but it got the juices flowing and as she was soon to find out—once they start, they just didn’t stop.
Hermione sighed as she went out the door and was on her way towards the apperation point when a shockwave knocked her off of her feet. She felt a thin muscular body covering hers as yet another explosion went off. Her hands instinctually went to cover her head but found that the man lying on top of her had already done so. He grabbed her hands, pushing them under her body to prevent them from getting hurt.
Everything went to a stand still. Hermione lifted her head slightly seeing a rain of ashes, masonry debris, and wood. She couldn’t hear anything other than the harsh breathing of the man trying to protect her, his ragged heartbeat as well as her own.
There was a high-pitched wail and everything started again. The man on top of her yanked her to her feet and was checking her over when she took note for the first time to who it was that had protected her. It was Severus Snape.
“Are you hurt?” he demanded.
“No, are you?” she asked, checking him over now as well but found that his coat was unscathed. “Your clothing is fireproofed?”
“It comes from a long life and paranoia.” He looked around. “What was that?”
“Some sort of incendiary device,” she told him, but when he looked at her confused. “A bomb.”
“A what?” he asked, frowning.
“My baby!” a woman screamed from down the alley.
“No! NO!” came from the opposite direction.
“It is a muggle device of destruction that injures and kills a lot of people,” she whispered, taking a deep breath as she kept looking around and listening to the cries. “And there are some bombers that don’t stop at just one.”
Between Hermione and Snape they were able to help several of the people along the alleyway. Medical help as well as aurors arrived soon there after, but they were overwhelmed by the numbers of injured. Hermione was documenting the injuries and their pattern to be able to help determine where the bombs were located.
Hermione was standing in the middle of the alley frowning when Snape came walking over to her. He looked around the same way she was and ended up rolling his eyes at the futility of the action.
“Why bomb just the ends of Diagon Alley?” she asked. “It isn’t logical.”
“People in general are sorely lacking in logic, Miss Granger,” he muttered.
She looked over to him. “The blasts radiated inward toward the center of the alley.”
“Correct.”
“But they were relatively minor blasts,” she said in thought. “Whole buildings have been taken down by well placed explosives.” Hermione looked back to one end of the alley. “What happens when the blasts go off? Where do the people go?”
“Away from the blasts?” he whispered.
“Where would that be in this instance?” she asked quietly.
“The center of the alley.”
Dread filled both of them as they went straight into the nearest building. They went looking around all the buildings at what would be deemed the center of Diagon Alley, every room and every cubby. Nothing was overlooked. It wasn’t until they reached the last room that they found it.
“What in the name of Merlin is that?” he asked her looking at a muggle copier sized object.
“A bomb,” she breathed, looking at all the C4 and wires. “A very big bomb.”
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Chapter One
There was nothing like a bookstore to make one feel…everything. Hermione went strolling through the stacks, looking over the titles. She went straight over to the potions texts that she was thinking over buying. It was in the middle of this that a hand past hers and pulled down the title she had been looking at. She spun around to see Severus Snape next to her, looking over the book in question.
“Reading my book, Miss Granger? Quite the pricy tome,” he murmured, looking over to her. “One would think that you would be setting aside your money for your upcoming nuptials to Mr. Weasley. Or is it Mr. Potter? It’s so difficult to keep up with the gossip when one is busy with employment.”
“Hello, Severus,” she said, making him all but growl at her at the use of his first name. “As for getting married to either to Ron or Harry?” Her smile turned coquettish. “Why settle for guppies?” With that she moved slightly away from him, asking, “Why the interest, Professor Snape?”
“That’s Headmaster,” he hissed at her.
“I don’t care what you have yourself called,” she told him, her voice going steely. “I’ve done nothing but respect you and what you do. And yet for reasons I have yet to fathom, you want to twist the knife in my psyche that much more every time we see each other.”
“I…”
“I’m not finished,” she snapped. “If you are doing so because you like seeing others suffer more than yourself, let me advise you that there are places you can go to fix that—namely the St. Mungos psychiatric wing. But if you are doing so because you are bored, I only have one other thing to say.” She got into his face and growled, “Grow up!”
She turned on her heel and left him simmering in fury. Hermione stopped walking away. Why did she allow him to get to her, she asked herself. Ron and she hadn’t worked out. He was now a married auror in Scotland. Harry ran. It wasn’t that he was a coward. No, he was overwhelmed by it all. Fame had never been his cup of tea and now one couldn’t turn a corner without seeing something praising Harry Potter for his triumph over Voldemort. He was currently living in the Italian countryside with Ginny Weasley. Molly wasn’t happy about this in the least and Hermione heard about it constantly.
But in the meantime, there she was alone trying as she might to get on with her life. She was taking university courses in spells, potions, and B movies of the 1930’s and 1940’s. She was currently writing a paper on the movie series The Thin Man with William Powell and Myrna Loy. Sighing heavily she wondered why she had taken the class, she would never know. Anything to stop thinking about just how much it hurt is what she supposed one time she was too drunk to stop the thoughts and memories. They were the Golden Trio, were being the operative word. She was surviving.
But was surviving enough? It wasn’t. It never was. But having Severus Snape push her nose into her own failures in keeping life long friends and not having a man in her life.
She was more than likely better off without someone until she was able to pull her life together. But it didn’t make the loneliness go away. Or the need for a man in her bed for that matter she thought sourly as she pushed her way out of the bookstore. Ron may not have been all that good in bed, but it got the juices flowing and as she was soon to find out—once they start, they just didn’t stop.
Hermione sighed as she went out the door and was on her way towards the apperation point when a shockwave knocked her off of her feet. She felt a thin muscular body covering hers as yet another explosion went off. Her hands instinctually went to cover her head but found that the man lying on top of her had already done so. He grabbed her hands, pushing them under her body to prevent them from getting hurt.
Everything went to a stand still. Hermione lifted her head slightly seeing a rain of ashes, masonry debris, and wood. She couldn’t hear anything other than the harsh breathing of the man trying to protect her, his ragged heartbeat as well as her own.
There was a high-pitched wail and everything started again. The man on top of her yanked her to her feet and was checking her over when she took note for the first time to who it was that had protected her. It was Severus Snape.
“Are you hurt?” he demanded.
“No, are you?” she asked, checking him over now as well but found that his coat was unscathed. “Your clothing is fireproofed?”
“It comes from a long life and paranoia.” He looked around. “What was that?”
“Some sort of incendiary device,” she told him, but when he looked at her confused. “A bomb.”
“A what?” he asked, frowning.
“My baby!” a woman screamed from down the alley.
“No! NO!” came from the opposite direction.
“It is a muggle device of destruction that injures and kills a lot of people,” she whispered, taking a deep breath as she kept looking around and listening to the cries. “And there are some bombers that don’t stop at just one.”
Between Hermione and Snape they were able to help several of the people along the alleyway. Medical help as well as aurors arrived soon there after, but they were overwhelmed by the numbers of injured. Hermione was documenting the injuries and their pattern to be able to help determine where the bombs were located.
Hermione was standing in the middle of the alley frowning when Snape came walking over to her. He looked around the same way she was and ended up rolling his eyes at the futility of the action.
“Why bomb just the ends of Diagon Alley?” she asked. “It isn’t logical.”
“People in general are sorely lacking in logic, Miss Granger,” he muttered.
She looked over to him. “The blasts radiated inward toward the center of the alley.”
“Correct.”
“But they were relatively minor blasts,” she said in thought. “Whole buildings have been taken down by well placed explosives.” Hermione looked back to one end of the alley. “What happens when the blasts go off? Where do the people go?”
“Away from the blasts?” he whispered.
“Where would that be in this instance?” she asked quietly.
“The center of the alley.”
Dread filled both of them as they went straight into the nearest building. They went looking around all the buildings at what would be deemed the center of Diagon Alley, every room and every cubby. Nothing was overlooked. It wasn’t until they reached the last room that they found it.
“What in the name of Merlin is that?” he asked her looking at a muggle copier sized object.
“A bomb,” she breathed, looking at all the C4 and wires. “A very big bomb.”
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