Dawn of the Doe
Summery: snermione rape in detention? PREGNANT? Twins? Hope I don't go too ooc, I'm trying not to!
CHAPTER 1
No hands, please
"Would you all please sit down! And miss Granger, if you raise your hand one more time, I swear I will give you a punishment that you will never forget!"
If only poor Hermione Granger in the 5th year potions class seated safely next to her best friends at the moment, could have known the severity of Snape's anger. This was the last class of the day before winter holidays and the students would not stop talking! He would love to unscrew their annoying, talky-talky heads, smash them into a wall, and be done with that. Unfortunately, that was illegal. So he would have to settle for another way to punish the terrible children. Then it hit him. Of corce!
"Could anyone tell me the side effects of veriserum?" Snape asked with a slight curl of his lip. He had a plan.
As predicted, one and only one hand flew up into the air. Whose hand? No need to ask, as predicted, it was Hermione Granger's hand. This was most definitely going to work out well.
"Miss Granger, I asked you to stop waving your hand in the air, you'll spread all of your mud blood germs, and everyone will become ill." All the slytherins and not as loyal Gryffindor laughed and sneered. "On that note," he continued, "Do you know the side effect of raising your hand in class?"
She slowly lowered her hand, eyes staring at the desk, cheeks shining with embarrassment "well, Miss Granger? Is there a consequence?"
"That was your last warning. Don't make me remind you or the consciences will happen." With that, he switched around to begin writhing on the board. He flicked his wand, and the homework obediently began scrawling its self across in a neat font.
"I need a 15 paragraph essay on honey badger venom and its strengths along with a sample of-" he didn't get to finish his sentence. Her hand was waving to the heavens.
Again.
"Miss Granger," he growled through clenched teeth. "What did I just tell you?"
She merely mumbled to her feet.
"You have been assigned detention with mw. For the next week. And, yes, I am completely aware that today is the first day of the holidays. I will not withdraw my decision. You must report to my classroom at 7:30 precisely. Every minuet you are late adds 1 more day to your weekly punishment, do I make myself clear?"
Hermione was trembling so much she could not speak. What would she say any ways? She bobbled her head lightly as the class was dismissed.
"Bloody hell" Ron said "he's certainly gotten his wand in a not."
Ron couldn't have been more right if he tried.