If you want to be somebody,
If you want to go somewhere,
You better wake up and pay attention.
A/N: I wrote this after a similar situation occurred with my Biology exam and my normally taciturn and emotionless teacher took the time to come and comfort me and said 'Do not lose heart.' Reminded me immediately of Severus.
Thanks to all those who reviewed my first two fics – 'Interlude:Christmastime' and 'Homecoming/A Godfather's Love':
Bellamine Chercoeur
Eve
Laura
Jessie
Cammie
J-Kid
You guys helped me to write more – needed the encouragement.
Incidentally, if anyone out there would be willing to beta my stuff, or if you could recommend a beta-reader, I'd be extremely grateful.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling rocks, and these characters are hers – hands off the rest – its mine:) *Evil grin*
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As Hermione walked down the hallway to the Potions dungeon with Ron and Harry, she felt a slight sense of foreboding. A shiver of fear and anticipation ran through her body, shaking her slight frame.
Harry stopped in his tracks when he saw her cheeks take on the deathly pale, sallow white tint. 'What's wrong, 'Mione? Are you ill?' he asked urgently.
At this Ron glanced at her fearfully and chimed in. 'Do you want to go to Madame Pomfrey? You've gone a right awful colour. Don't worry, we'll rush you there right now, won't we Harry?'
'Certainly will, 'Mione. If Snape docks 20 points from Gryffindor, I couldn't care less, you look half-dead.'
Hermione stopped moving under this barrage of inquiries and leant her head against the cool stone a wall. Both boys were in front of her, staring anxiously into her eyes.
'No way – not happening. I'm fine!' she said 'It's probably just the after effects of exam week – dead stressful and you know how much pressure I was under.'
Both boys leaning on the wall on either side of her looked relieved. All three started making their way to Snape's dungeon again.
'And besides, I forgot to eat breakfast and slept right through dinner last night. I suppose I was just hungry and felt a bit faint, is all. Thanks for your worrying anyway, guys – 'ppreciate it.'
Harry spoke up, relief flooding his tone, as they reached the massive door to Snape dungeon. 'Are you sure, 'Mione? Looked more than just that to me.'
'Do y'know, Harry, I could've sworn one of the ghosts passed through me. 'Spect it was someone walking over my grave. Anyway, never mind that. What do you think we got for our Potions exam?'
Ron grimaced. 'Some thing foul, knowing Snape. He probably had to be told off by Dumbledore to stop failing me and Harry. Don't even think of your being tarred with the same brush as us, girl, you've been top in everything so far and you're sure to be again, now.'
She grinned and a blush coloured her neck upwards. 'Ah, stop your blathering, Ron. And it's ''Harry and I'' not Harry and me, she said absently.
Both boys looked at each other knowingly and rolled their eyes. Harry walked into the mostly full room and noticed something. 'Hey, where's Snape?'
'When you've quite finished blocking the doorway,' came the silky sarcastic rejoinder from behind them. He raked them with his disconcerting black-eyed gaze. Glaring at all three of them, he said 'Mr. Potter, I know that you think yourself exempt from the normal parameters of Hogwarts students, but as you know, strict attention is always payed to the uniform of all. I can safely call you a lost cause –your shirt is out, your top button isn't done up and, your tie is missing.' The bite in his words was enough to make the whole class cringe, Gryffindor or not
'But, sir – '
'But nothing, Mr. Potter. The same goes for you Mr. Weasley. The example you two set for the younger ones is atrocious, but of course, being famous Harry Potter and faithful sidekick Weasley just isn't enough these days.' Snape's voice stung like a whip.
Both boys were seething at this point, Ron's face was as scarlet as his hair and Harry's was a near likeness. Their chests were heaving with the effort of keeping silent and Hermione looked with undisguised disgust at the sour Potions professor. She quailed and some of her earlier light- headedness made a hasty arrival when he turned to her.
'All I ask of you, Potter, is that you do not drag the innocent along with you. You cannot place a clover blossom in bracken and thorn, they will only hurt her and tear her to shreds. And as you know, I do not suffer fools, or intolerable, unfeeling little boys gladly. 20 points from Gryffindor should settle that. Sit down.'
For one second his penetrating gaze softened as he took note of her unnatural pallor and wide, defiant brown eyes. Then, before the class could make anything of it, he schooled his features back into their mask of surly, arrogant countenance.
'I have marked your Potions theory exam from last week and have coupled it together with your Practical mark. Both marks are at the top of the paper, as is your overall percentage. The results were disappointing to say the least, but then for some people that is the norm.' He glanced pointedly at Harry when he said this. 'Mentioning no names at all – Potter.' The Slytherins snickered. Draco Malfoy looked especially pleased with the field day Snape was having with Harry.
Snape reached to get the sheaf of papers from his desk and plonked them down in front of the nearest person to him. 'Hand them out,' he barked.
Hermione started to whisper soothing nothings as soon as the Professor went to sit down at his desk and kept her arm on Harry's for comfort. Ron, though angry himself was glancing apprehensively at Harry, who was sitting, head in hands at the desk. All that could be seen of him was a forehead the colour of rouge.
When Hermione saw him begin to calm down in the midst of the slightly feverish chatter of the class, she relaxed her stiff posture and turned her anger to the sullen Potions professor. Oh, she hated him. But wait, he was brilliant intellectually and had, on more than one occasion, engaged her in challenging debates. Why, in the name of Merlin, did he have to maintain his despicable, desperate façade of sarcastic terror. If it was a façade, of course. She just didn't know.
While waiting for her expectedly brilliant paper, she stared at her desk contemplated more on that melancholy subject: Snape. Didn't he know of the fragile state of mind they were in after the gruelling two exam weeks? The papers and Practical tests had been exhausting, as had the never-ending days because as soon as they were over, they had to go and practice or revise for the following days exams, usually never going to bed. Oh, wait a sec, of course, that's why he picked on Harry and Ron in the first place. Insufferable git.
She looked up at him and found him in the same position as Harry, except that he looked bone weary. I wonder why, she thought. If he hadn't insulted them she would have found it in her to feel sorry for him. His long fingers rested on his temples, as if trying to rub away a headache. I can understand that, she thought wryly – she'd resigned herself to having a permanent one during the exams and it still lingered strongly now. At least I can expect a fine Potions mark – I worked my socks off for it, and he isn't that biased against me…
Dean passed out Harry's paper and then gave Ron's to him and hers to herself. Before she broke the privacy seal on it she watched Harry and Ron do theirs. They pressed their index fingers against the powerful magic seal and opened their papers. At exactly the
same moment they yelled out 'I passed!!' and gave each other high fives in high spirits. She laughed good-naturedly as she watched Ron try to ruffle Harry's hair. They stopped and turned to her.
'Even after what that slimeball said, I passed, 'Mione! Thank Circe for Dumbledore,
'spect I wouldn't have gotten it if it wasn't for him,' said Harry .'Aren't you going to open yours? Or are you that confident that you passed.' He winked at her.
'Oh, all right. I was just going to anyway,' she murmured and stuck her right index finger into the seal and it disappeared. She opened the paper…
Hermione stared, wide shocked eyes at the top of the first page. In elegant calligraphy was written 42%. Very disappointing, Miss Granger. What happened? Please see me at the end of the lesson.
She felt the flush of shame creeping up her skin and the voices around faded into echoes. The blood rushed to her ears…How could I have failed? What happened, indeed. I studied day and night for that exam because I knew it was going to be hard – Snape's never easy. Even if I had that awful headache, I should have passed. I'm a fool… Hot tears stung her eyes and the shame and pounding in her head was becoming unbearable.
'Hermione?'
'Mione, what's wrong?'
'Hermione, answer us – the bell's rung – it's lunchtime – time to go.'
''Mione, why are you crying. What did you get?'
At the urgent concerned sound of the boys' voices, her mind snapped back into focus. How did this happen – these are my final exams.
'I failed,' she said dully, watching the other leave the dungeon. 'I've got to see Snape about it, now.'
'We'll stay – if he tries to rub it in…'
'No, please, both of you – just go. Let me deal with this. On my own.'
''Mione, wait, you need support.'
'Leave it, Harry. Go to the hall, I'll meet you there.' Her heart was beating so slowly and loudly in her chest, she thought it might stop altogether.
Both boys left the room with doubtful looks on their faces. She watched them wrestle with their inner feelings to the door and finally leave. Squaring her shoulders, she mustered up all her remaining dignity and walked her long way up to Snape's desk. Merlin, give me strength…
He looked up from the marking he was doing, stood up and walked towards her. He stopped only inches away and looked deep into her eyes. The unusually tender and understanding expression on his face was unbearable. She felt her knees go weak under the scrutiny and turned her face away, feeling the single tear drip from the well in her eyes. Surprisingly, a warm, calloused hand drew her face back to him and her chin was tilted so she had to meet his black, black eyes…
She broke and lifted her hands to her face as the first shudder coursed through her. When he saw her body begin to heave, he pulled her to him, letting her face lie on his broad chest, and wrapped his arms securely but gently around her. The sobs wracked her body again and again as she cried out her despair, her anger and frustration. She let herself melt into him, giving in and losing her inhibitions. She needed that little love he was willing to give. The pressure of being who she was and being the best was flung to the winds – finally. The shame of failure wasan excruciating burden and she was all too happy let him take it off her already weighted shoulders.
He waited until he felt her crying lessen, all the while stroking her thick hair and rubbing her back. Then, he seated her in a chair and pulled up another right beside hers and put his arm around her shoulders. She couldn't meet his eyes again.
Snape's normally harsh, biting admonitions had vanished and in its place was the soothing, comforting tones that got through to her.
'Miss Granger, Hermione, if I may – ' When she nodded her assent he continued, 'Do not worry, child, you did not fail the exam.'
'What? But I did, I got less than 50 percent – ' her voice trembled again as she thought of it.
'No, you didn't. I know you, Hermione. You studied within an inch of your life for it, as you have for any exam.' He looked at her pointedly
'But – wait, you mean I was…' Hope injected red into the sickly white pallor of her skin.
'Yes, my child. You were sick – from where I was standing you had a severe headache, as you still do, and an elevated temperature. I didn't send you to Poppy Pomfrey be cause it was the final exam and you would have fought me tooth and nail not to get you out the exam hall. I couldn't risk you getting worse.
Hermione sat dumbfounded, her silent tears drying on her cheeks. So I was sick, she thought – I thought I must be but fobbed it off as the pressure. Slowly, her amazement turned to the teacher sitting so close to her, as if she might fall if he were far away.
'You cared? You, Professor Snape, the man who only gives a damn about a bona-fide Slytherin, cared whether I was well or not?'
'Of course, Hermione. Certain friends of yours have made my reputation what it is - have led you to believe that I would not help a sick child in need. I know that if you looked into your mind and heart you would find enough common sense to believe it to be untrue. As long as I am a teacher at this school, my students will always be my primary concern – especially ones who have that extra brilliance in Potions. You're a bright, girl, in case you haven't noticed.' He smiled and rubbed her lower back comfortingly.
'Yeah, well, I don't about that…' she said ruefully and looked up at him. Straight up and unflinchingly looked into the black depths. 'Thank you. I don't know how else to say this, but 'thank you' seems so insignificant. I needed some reassurance and consolation – you don't get much of that the top. People expect you to lean down and give them a helping hand without thinking that some support would've been nice up there.' She gave him a quick hug and stood up. Her face was red and blotchy and her eyes were red- rimmed. He stood up as well, taking his cue from her.
'Promise me you'll go directly to Madame Pomfrey. The exams are over and you need to recuperate and get that illness seen to. I believe in you and always have – you can retake the exam at your own leisure,' he said, as he watched her gather her papers and stationary and cram them into her bag.
At that she looked at him and a genuine smile began to spread across her face. Her eyes lit up and she grinned until she couldn't anymore. 'I promise I'll go – oh, thank you so much! You've eased my mind, I thought I wouldn't have another chance.' She walked to the Potions dungeon door with him, his fatherly hand resting on her shoulder, curled around her neck.
Snape called out to her just before she walked out – 'If you start stressing yourself out on this exam or damage your health by working too hard, I swear Hermione, I'll be that upset and take my belt to you.'
Rather than being scared by the threat, she turned one final time to him, puzzled. 'You don't wear a belt.'
'Exactly.'
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A/N: If you think this is going anywhere or have an idea of what should happen, please review and tell me, or write to my email at loveroflife67@hotmail.com
If you want to go somewhere,
You better wake up and pay attention.
A/N: I wrote this after a similar situation occurred with my Biology exam and my normally taciturn and emotionless teacher took the time to come and comfort me and said 'Do not lose heart.' Reminded me immediately of Severus.
Thanks to all those who reviewed my first two fics – 'Interlude:Christmastime' and 'Homecoming/A Godfather's Love':
Bellamine Chercoeur
Eve
Laura
Jessie
Cammie
J-Kid
You guys helped me to write more – needed the encouragement.
Incidentally, if anyone out there would be willing to beta my stuff, or if you could recommend a beta-reader, I'd be extremely grateful.
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling rocks, and these characters are hers – hands off the rest – its mine:) *Evil grin*
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As Hermione walked down the hallway to the Potions dungeon with Ron and Harry, she felt a slight sense of foreboding. A shiver of fear and anticipation ran through her body, shaking her slight frame.
Harry stopped in his tracks when he saw her cheeks take on the deathly pale, sallow white tint. 'What's wrong, 'Mione? Are you ill?' he asked urgently.
At this Ron glanced at her fearfully and chimed in. 'Do you want to go to Madame Pomfrey? You've gone a right awful colour. Don't worry, we'll rush you there right now, won't we Harry?'
'Certainly will, 'Mione. If Snape docks 20 points from Gryffindor, I couldn't care less, you look half-dead.'
Hermione stopped moving under this barrage of inquiries and leant her head against the cool stone a wall. Both boys were in front of her, staring anxiously into her eyes.
'No way – not happening. I'm fine!' she said 'It's probably just the after effects of exam week – dead stressful and you know how much pressure I was under.'
Both boys leaning on the wall on either side of her looked relieved. All three started making their way to Snape's dungeon again.
'And besides, I forgot to eat breakfast and slept right through dinner last night. I suppose I was just hungry and felt a bit faint, is all. Thanks for your worrying anyway, guys – 'ppreciate it.'
Harry spoke up, relief flooding his tone, as they reached the massive door to Snape dungeon. 'Are you sure, 'Mione? Looked more than just that to me.'
'Do y'know, Harry, I could've sworn one of the ghosts passed through me. 'Spect it was someone walking over my grave. Anyway, never mind that. What do you think we got for our Potions exam?'
Ron grimaced. 'Some thing foul, knowing Snape. He probably had to be told off by Dumbledore to stop failing me and Harry. Don't even think of your being tarred with the same brush as us, girl, you've been top in everything so far and you're sure to be again, now.'
She grinned and a blush coloured her neck upwards. 'Ah, stop your blathering, Ron. And it's ''Harry and I'' not Harry and me, she said absently.
Both boys looked at each other knowingly and rolled their eyes. Harry walked into the mostly full room and noticed something. 'Hey, where's Snape?'
'When you've quite finished blocking the doorway,' came the silky sarcastic rejoinder from behind them. He raked them with his disconcerting black-eyed gaze. Glaring at all three of them, he said 'Mr. Potter, I know that you think yourself exempt from the normal parameters of Hogwarts students, but as you know, strict attention is always payed to the uniform of all. I can safely call you a lost cause –your shirt is out, your top button isn't done up and, your tie is missing.' The bite in his words was enough to make the whole class cringe, Gryffindor or not
'But, sir – '
'But nothing, Mr. Potter. The same goes for you Mr. Weasley. The example you two set for the younger ones is atrocious, but of course, being famous Harry Potter and faithful sidekick Weasley just isn't enough these days.' Snape's voice stung like a whip.
Both boys were seething at this point, Ron's face was as scarlet as his hair and Harry's was a near likeness. Their chests were heaving with the effort of keeping silent and Hermione looked with undisguised disgust at the sour Potions professor. She quailed and some of her earlier light- headedness made a hasty arrival when he turned to her.
'All I ask of you, Potter, is that you do not drag the innocent along with you. You cannot place a clover blossom in bracken and thorn, they will only hurt her and tear her to shreds. And as you know, I do not suffer fools, or intolerable, unfeeling little boys gladly. 20 points from Gryffindor should settle that. Sit down.'
For one second his penetrating gaze softened as he took note of her unnatural pallor and wide, defiant brown eyes. Then, before the class could make anything of it, he schooled his features back into their mask of surly, arrogant countenance.
'I have marked your Potions theory exam from last week and have coupled it together with your Practical mark. Both marks are at the top of the paper, as is your overall percentage. The results were disappointing to say the least, but then for some people that is the norm.' He glanced pointedly at Harry when he said this. 'Mentioning no names at all – Potter.' The Slytherins snickered. Draco Malfoy looked especially pleased with the field day Snape was having with Harry.
Snape reached to get the sheaf of papers from his desk and plonked them down in front of the nearest person to him. 'Hand them out,' he barked.
Hermione started to whisper soothing nothings as soon as the Professor went to sit down at his desk and kept her arm on Harry's for comfort. Ron, though angry himself was glancing apprehensively at Harry, who was sitting, head in hands at the desk. All that could be seen of him was a forehead the colour of rouge.
When Hermione saw him begin to calm down in the midst of the slightly feverish chatter of the class, she relaxed her stiff posture and turned her anger to the sullen Potions professor. Oh, she hated him. But wait, he was brilliant intellectually and had, on more than one occasion, engaged her in challenging debates. Why, in the name of Merlin, did he have to maintain his despicable, desperate façade of sarcastic terror. If it was a façade, of course. She just didn't know.
While waiting for her expectedly brilliant paper, she stared at her desk contemplated more on that melancholy subject: Snape. Didn't he know of the fragile state of mind they were in after the gruelling two exam weeks? The papers and Practical tests had been exhausting, as had the never-ending days because as soon as they were over, they had to go and practice or revise for the following days exams, usually never going to bed. Oh, wait a sec, of course, that's why he picked on Harry and Ron in the first place. Insufferable git.
She looked up at him and found him in the same position as Harry, except that he looked bone weary. I wonder why, she thought. If he hadn't insulted them she would have found it in her to feel sorry for him. His long fingers rested on his temples, as if trying to rub away a headache. I can understand that, she thought wryly – she'd resigned herself to having a permanent one during the exams and it still lingered strongly now. At least I can expect a fine Potions mark – I worked my socks off for it, and he isn't that biased against me…
Dean passed out Harry's paper and then gave Ron's to him and hers to herself. Before she broke the privacy seal on it she watched Harry and Ron do theirs. They pressed their index fingers against the powerful magic seal and opened their papers. At exactly the
same moment they yelled out 'I passed!!' and gave each other high fives in high spirits. She laughed good-naturedly as she watched Ron try to ruffle Harry's hair. They stopped and turned to her.
'Even after what that slimeball said, I passed, 'Mione! Thank Circe for Dumbledore,
'spect I wouldn't have gotten it if it wasn't for him,' said Harry .'Aren't you going to open yours? Or are you that confident that you passed.' He winked at her.
'Oh, all right. I was just going to anyway,' she murmured and stuck her right index finger into the seal and it disappeared. She opened the paper…
Hermione stared, wide shocked eyes at the top of the first page. In elegant calligraphy was written 42%. Very disappointing, Miss Granger. What happened? Please see me at the end of the lesson.
She felt the flush of shame creeping up her skin and the voices around faded into echoes. The blood rushed to her ears…How could I have failed? What happened, indeed. I studied day and night for that exam because I knew it was going to be hard – Snape's never easy. Even if I had that awful headache, I should have passed. I'm a fool… Hot tears stung her eyes and the shame and pounding in her head was becoming unbearable.
'Hermione?'
'Mione, what's wrong?'
'Hermione, answer us – the bell's rung – it's lunchtime – time to go.'
''Mione, why are you crying. What did you get?'
At the urgent concerned sound of the boys' voices, her mind snapped back into focus. How did this happen – these are my final exams.
'I failed,' she said dully, watching the other leave the dungeon. 'I've got to see Snape about it, now.'
'We'll stay – if he tries to rub it in…'
'No, please, both of you – just go. Let me deal with this. On my own.'
''Mione, wait, you need support.'
'Leave it, Harry. Go to the hall, I'll meet you there.' Her heart was beating so slowly and loudly in her chest, she thought it might stop altogether.
Both boys left the room with doubtful looks on their faces. She watched them wrestle with their inner feelings to the door and finally leave. Squaring her shoulders, she mustered up all her remaining dignity and walked her long way up to Snape's desk. Merlin, give me strength…
He looked up from the marking he was doing, stood up and walked towards her. He stopped only inches away and looked deep into her eyes. The unusually tender and understanding expression on his face was unbearable. She felt her knees go weak under the scrutiny and turned her face away, feeling the single tear drip from the well in her eyes. Surprisingly, a warm, calloused hand drew her face back to him and her chin was tilted so she had to meet his black, black eyes…
She broke and lifted her hands to her face as the first shudder coursed through her. When he saw her body begin to heave, he pulled her to him, letting her face lie on his broad chest, and wrapped his arms securely but gently around her. The sobs wracked her body again and again as she cried out her despair, her anger and frustration. She let herself melt into him, giving in and losing her inhibitions. She needed that little love he was willing to give. The pressure of being who she was and being the best was flung to the winds – finally. The shame of failure wasan excruciating burden and she was all too happy let him take it off her already weighted shoulders.
He waited until he felt her crying lessen, all the while stroking her thick hair and rubbing her back. Then, he seated her in a chair and pulled up another right beside hers and put his arm around her shoulders. She couldn't meet his eyes again.
Snape's normally harsh, biting admonitions had vanished and in its place was the soothing, comforting tones that got through to her.
'Miss Granger, Hermione, if I may – ' When she nodded her assent he continued, 'Do not worry, child, you did not fail the exam.'
'What? But I did, I got less than 50 percent – ' her voice trembled again as she thought of it.
'No, you didn't. I know you, Hermione. You studied within an inch of your life for it, as you have for any exam.' He looked at her pointedly
'But – wait, you mean I was…' Hope injected red into the sickly white pallor of her skin.
'Yes, my child. You were sick – from where I was standing you had a severe headache, as you still do, and an elevated temperature. I didn't send you to Poppy Pomfrey be cause it was the final exam and you would have fought me tooth and nail not to get you out the exam hall. I couldn't risk you getting worse.
Hermione sat dumbfounded, her silent tears drying on her cheeks. So I was sick, she thought – I thought I must be but fobbed it off as the pressure. Slowly, her amazement turned to the teacher sitting so close to her, as if she might fall if he were far away.
'You cared? You, Professor Snape, the man who only gives a damn about a bona-fide Slytherin, cared whether I was well or not?'
'Of course, Hermione. Certain friends of yours have made my reputation what it is - have led you to believe that I would not help a sick child in need. I know that if you looked into your mind and heart you would find enough common sense to believe it to be untrue. As long as I am a teacher at this school, my students will always be my primary concern – especially ones who have that extra brilliance in Potions. You're a bright, girl, in case you haven't noticed.' He smiled and rubbed her lower back comfortingly.
'Yeah, well, I don't about that…' she said ruefully and looked up at him. Straight up and unflinchingly looked into the black depths. 'Thank you. I don't know how else to say this, but 'thank you' seems so insignificant. I needed some reassurance and consolation – you don't get much of that the top. People expect you to lean down and give them a helping hand without thinking that some support would've been nice up there.' She gave him a quick hug and stood up. Her face was red and blotchy and her eyes were red- rimmed. He stood up as well, taking his cue from her.
'Promise me you'll go directly to Madame Pomfrey. The exams are over and you need to recuperate and get that illness seen to. I believe in you and always have – you can retake the exam at your own leisure,' he said, as he watched her gather her papers and stationary and cram them into her bag.
At that she looked at him and a genuine smile began to spread across her face. Her eyes lit up and she grinned until she couldn't anymore. 'I promise I'll go – oh, thank you so much! You've eased my mind, I thought I wouldn't have another chance.' She walked to the Potions dungeon door with him, his fatherly hand resting on her shoulder, curled around her neck.
Snape called out to her just before she walked out – 'If you start stressing yourself out on this exam or damage your health by working too hard, I swear Hermione, I'll be that upset and take my belt to you.'
Rather than being scared by the threat, she turned one final time to him, puzzled. 'You don't wear a belt.'
'Exactly.'
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A/N: If you think this is going anywhere or have an idea of what should happen, please review and tell me, or write to my email at loveroflife67@hotmail.com