Teach me
Chapter One: "Unexpected encounter"
One by one drops of rain were falling down the window. Hermione Granger was crying in the hotel's "Breeze" corridor, watching with indifference waves crashing against the rocks in the nearest bay. "It was a lousy day since the morning, - girl thought, - firstly, I've spilt some coffee on my favourite blouse, then I've quarrelled with relatives and now I've this problem too! Why have I told him that he is not in my style? Guess Angel hates me now. You are so silly, Hermione Granger." The results of her troublesome day were clearly visible by the time she'd looked in the mirror: as her eyes were streaming with tears, mascara left dark circles under her eyes. "OK. I've to calm down. I'll have a shower now and then I'll find the way to get things back to normal, - Hermione said, entering her room." As the girl closed the door and looked at her room she saw that everything was upside down: her clothes were scattered all over the floor, bedside table was emptied and its contents were examined, her trunk was lying opened amidst this disorder, a silver frame in which there was a photograph of her schoolmates was lying broken. By the time the first shock passed Hermione sank to the floor and started to cry again. Several times she punched the floor, saying: "It's not fair." In this way she spent 5 minutes. Then the girl stood up, wiped the tears away and left the room not even caring about her appearance. As she was leaving the room she absentmindedly took a book "Punishment for your enemies: 55 hexes". She was going to manager 's office. Hermione was walking through the corridor and as she was turning the corner without looking ahead, she collided with a man. The book fell to the floor. Hermione recalled that the book was about magic and she was at the muggle hotel. Hastily the girl tried to grab the book, but... The man was quicker and the next moment he was reading the title. Hermione stood up and without looking at the man asked quietly: "Give me back my book, please". - Well, Miss Granger, - said familiar cold voice, - thoughtful and inattentive as ever, aren't you? And distracted too, - he added with a smirk as she looked at him. When Hermione heard her name she lifted her eyes from the floor and looked at the owner of that cold voice: - P-professor Snape? – she cried in utter disbelief. Of course it was her ex-professor, Potions master, standing in front of her. However Hermione was struck with another thing: she was looking at the well-built tall man, who was inspiring respect, not the scary greasy haired professor. Further more he was wearing muggle clothes: black pullover and close- fitting black jeans. Hermione was stunned with such a sight: professor Snape without cloak at the Southern France! - Miss Granger... - called her ex-professor. – As always naïve you are, - he continued with sarcasm in his voice. – Is it imaginable to walk in a hotel with a book like that? After such words Hermione recalled all that happened to her that day. She felt alone and unprotected. She was not far from crying in front of this malicious man. Nevertheless she said in the calmest voice she could manage: - And you... You are the same heartless man, who entertain himself watching others suffering, - she cried, tears running down her cheeks. - What's wrong with you? What's happened? – asked Snape a bit irritated. - What's happened? Nothing important...I had a quarrel with my relatives, my boyfriend left me, my room was ransacked. Nothing at al, right?
- Your room was ransacked? Tell me the number of your room. Come on,
answer me!
- 307! Here are the keys!
- What do I need them for? – he said curtly. – Wait me here. Don't
move from this place, - he said imperatively. "It's strange. – Hermione thought. – I've met Snape here, told him everything about myself in a moment, and now I'm standing here, waiting for him to help me!" As Snape entered the room he was "impressed" with such a disorder. Trunk was lying on the clothes, which could easily serve for carpets now! He came to the bed, trying to find some traces, which burglars possibly left. He saw something under heap of underwear. He took red bra to replace it and suddenly felt a desire to hold it. Scared with such thought he dropped the bra on the table and examined two little lumps and understood that was food for owls. Snape took his wand and murmured "Cherkum Abandonatios". The next moment he was holding a piece of paper in his hand. Potions master went back to the place were Hermione was standing.
- Miss Granger, - he said.
- Yes, professor? - At least we know something about your ransacked room: a wizard... or a witch opened it. – he said thoughtfully. Have you checked what things have the burglars taken? - To tell the truth, I was so sad that... - How touchy! Here is the list of stolen things, - he said, giving her a sneering smile. Hermione took the list and read: "Magical Balance. Unforgivable Potions." Book by Merlin the Great. A locket. Harry Potter's photograph with an autograph.
Chapter One: "Unexpected encounter"
One by one drops of rain were falling down the window. Hermione Granger was crying in the hotel's "Breeze" corridor, watching with indifference waves crashing against the rocks in the nearest bay. "It was a lousy day since the morning, - girl thought, - firstly, I've spilt some coffee on my favourite blouse, then I've quarrelled with relatives and now I've this problem too! Why have I told him that he is not in my style? Guess Angel hates me now. You are so silly, Hermione Granger." The results of her troublesome day were clearly visible by the time she'd looked in the mirror: as her eyes were streaming with tears, mascara left dark circles under her eyes. "OK. I've to calm down. I'll have a shower now and then I'll find the way to get things back to normal, - Hermione said, entering her room." As the girl closed the door and looked at her room she saw that everything was upside down: her clothes were scattered all over the floor, bedside table was emptied and its contents were examined, her trunk was lying opened amidst this disorder, a silver frame in which there was a photograph of her schoolmates was lying broken. By the time the first shock passed Hermione sank to the floor and started to cry again. Several times she punched the floor, saying: "It's not fair." In this way she spent 5 minutes. Then the girl stood up, wiped the tears away and left the room not even caring about her appearance. As she was leaving the room she absentmindedly took a book "Punishment for your enemies: 55 hexes". She was going to manager 's office. Hermione was walking through the corridor and as she was turning the corner without looking ahead, she collided with a man. The book fell to the floor. Hermione recalled that the book was about magic and she was at the muggle hotel. Hastily the girl tried to grab the book, but... The man was quicker and the next moment he was reading the title. Hermione stood up and without looking at the man asked quietly: "Give me back my book, please". - Well, Miss Granger, - said familiar cold voice, - thoughtful and inattentive as ever, aren't you? And distracted too, - he added with a smirk as she looked at him. When Hermione heard her name she lifted her eyes from the floor and looked at the owner of that cold voice: - P-professor Snape? – she cried in utter disbelief. Of course it was her ex-professor, Potions master, standing in front of her. However Hermione was struck with another thing: she was looking at the well-built tall man, who was inspiring respect, not the scary greasy haired professor. Further more he was wearing muggle clothes: black pullover and close- fitting black jeans. Hermione was stunned with such a sight: professor Snape without cloak at the Southern France! - Miss Granger... - called her ex-professor. – As always naïve you are, - he continued with sarcasm in his voice. – Is it imaginable to walk in a hotel with a book like that? After such words Hermione recalled all that happened to her that day. She felt alone and unprotected. She was not far from crying in front of this malicious man. Nevertheless she said in the calmest voice she could manage: - And you... You are the same heartless man, who entertain himself watching others suffering, - she cried, tears running down her cheeks. - What's wrong with you? What's happened? – asked Snape a bit irritated. - What's happened? Nothing important...I had a quarrel with my relatives, my boyfriend left me, my room was ransacked. Nothing at al, right?
- Your room was ransacked? Tell me the number of your room. Come on,
answer me!
- 307! Here are the keys!
- What do I need them for? – he said curtly. – Wait me here. Don't
move from this place, - he said imperatively. "It's strange. – Hermione thought. – I've met Snape here, told him everything about myself in a moment, and now I'm standing here, waiting for him to help me!" As Snape entered the room he was "impressed" with such a disorder. Trunk was lying on the clothes, which could easily serve for carpets now! He came to the bed, trying to find some traces, which burglars possibly left. He saw something under heap of underwear. He took red bra to replace it and suddenly felt a desire to hold it. Scared with such thought he dropped the bra on the table and examined two little lumps and understood that was food for owls. Snape took his wand and murmured "Cherkum Abandonatios". The next moment he was holding a piece of paper in his hand. Potions master went back to the place were Hermione was standing.
- Miss Granger, - he said.
- Yes, professor? - At least we know something about your ransacked room: a wizard... or a witch opened it. – he said thoughtfully. Have you checked what things have the burglars taken? - To tell the truth, I was so sad that... - How touchy! Here is the list of stolen things, - he said, giving her a sneering smile. Hermione took the list and read: "Magical Balance. Unforgivable Potions." Book by Merlin the Great. A locket. Harry Potter's photograph with an autograph.