Poor Hermione. I put her through all sorts of torture, like being stuck with Draco and Snape (my favorite fics are Draco/Hermione and Snape/Hermione- kinda gross, I know). This is only my 2nd HP fic, and will be my first Snape/Hermione. *evil grin* Well, on with the story! Oh yeah, it's set where they're all in their sixth year. I thought it might be less creepy if Hermy was older.
J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all his little buddies. I own nothing. Get it?
'Abestos. What? ASbestos? You mean I've been saying it wrong all this time?' -Me, being stupid as usual.
Broccoli. And lots of it. Broccoli everywhere. Broccoli on their faces, broccoli on their arms, broccoli on their feet. Hermione blinked and wondered if she was dreaming or losing her mind. She had just walked back into Snape's dungeon after using the restroom. She turned and looked at Snape. He was standing over Neville, who was barely recognizable under all of the broccoli sprouting all over him. Snape, too, had broccoli sprouting on him, but not as much as poor Neville. Snape swelled with anger and said scathingly, "You will go to Madam Pomfrey with everyone else, then you will come back here, collect your things, and leave this class for the last time. I never want to see your face in here again, you ignorant, meddling, boorish person! Now all of you, LEAVE! NOW!"
Everyone ran for the door and left, leaving Hermione standing at the door watching Snape. "What? What is it, girl?" snapped Snape. Hermione stepped into the classroom and muttered, "What happened?"
Snape threw her a rag and told her, "Get to helping me clean up. Longbottom accidentally added too many newt eyes to his potion, and it blew up. Unfortunately, any of the potion that came in contact with bare skin immediately sprouted into broccoli."
Hermione gasped and started to wipe some of the acid green colored liquid from a table, but stopped. "Professor, I think you were too hard on him. Neville really tries, and it was just an accident. It's only the first week of our sixth year. Maybe you should talk to him and let him be in your class again."
Snape kept on rubbing with a foul look on his face, although the look wasn't entirely unfamiliar. He swept back his greasy hair and said, "Miss Granger, if you don't mind me saying so, I will choose my own teaching style, thank you. Ten points from Gryffindor and you will serve detention with me tonight."
Hermione sighed and kept rubbing at the potion. She glanced over at Snape, who was trying to get the broccoli off, but to no avail. It seemed like it was a growth, and it couldn't be removed by pulling it off without pain. Hermione stood up and walked over to him. He was muttering something about "...never was any good at Herbology..." Hermione stood in front of him and took out her wand. Snape eyed her warily. She reached out her hand slowly and laid it on the side of Snape's face, to keep it steady. He jerked away and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Hermione sighed and said, "I am going to try the antidote hex for the Furnunculus (pg. 298, book 4) hex. Now, stay still so I don't remove your nose." She lightly laid her hand on Snape's cheek to hold his head steady. He winced, but didn't jerk away. He couldn't believe how strange it was to have another human touch him. He hadn't been touched in years, as far has he could remember. He studied Hermione's face while she was pointing her wand at the broccoli sprouts and muttering the anti-hex. He was surprised. She had changed a lot over the summer. Her hair had finally straightened out, and her natural beauty stood out, so that she didn't need makeup. Snape marveled at himself. 'Natural beauty? What am I thinking?' He shook off his thought and continued to study Hermione, who had finished with his face and was now working on his left arm. The potion had burned through the robes. He studied her profile. She had grown taller. Her hands moved gracefully, and even under the loose robes, her figure was noticeable. Snape shook his head, sneered again, and forced himself to think of other things.
Hermione smiled and said, "All done! What time do you want me to come to detention?" Snape inspected himself and said, " I'll expect you to come at eight o'clock." Hermione turned and gathered her stuff. She was almost to the door when he called out, "oh, and Granger. Thanks." She smiled a genuine smile, and to his vast surprise, he smiled, although faintly, back. She turned back to the door and walked out. Snape sat behind his desk and buried his head in his hands.
Hermione walked towards the Great Hall for dinner, deep in thought. She didn't even notice that the Gryffindor table was almost empty- all of the Gryffindor sixth years were in the hospital wing. She absentmindedly ate her food, not even noticing what it was. Snape's face kept looming in her mind's eye. She kept thinking of how he looked when he smiled- a true, genuine smile Hermione had never seen before, and the glimpse she had had of his arm from the holes left by the potion and the broccoli. His arm was, much to her surprise, muscular.
Fred and George Weasley sat across from her and she didn't even bat an eyelash. Fred snapped his fingers in front of her face. Nothing. George poked her in the forehead. Only then did Hermione look up and notice them. They looked at each other then back at her. "You alright, Herm?" asked George. Hermione looked at them blankly, as if they had just asked her if chickens had lips. Hermione said, "No, I'm fine. Sorry, just ... thinking about... my homework."
Fred had been looking at her closely while this was going on. "You know, Hermione, you look different, somehow." George looked at her too. "Yeah, you really do!" he said. Hermione frowned and said, "What do you mean?" "Well, you look..." Fred started, but George finished for him, "...really hot this year!" Hermione blushed and stood up. "I have to go to detention. Thanks guys, really, but I'm still the same old me." She then turned and walked out of the Hall.
Hermione stood outside the door to the dungeons. She paused and ran her fingers through her hair, just to be sure. She straightened her robes and walked in. "Professor Snape?" she called out. The dungeon was empty. She shrugged and took out some homework, thinking Snape was in the restroom or something.
Snape leaned on the doorway of his chambers, looking into the dungeon. He watched Hermione, whose back was to him, pull out a book, some parchment, and begin writing. 'That girl,' he thought, 'always doing homework.' He studied her for a while. He saw the way her hair caught the dim light of the dungeon and shone like silk. He walked forward and cleared his throat. Hermione jumped and turned around. Snape had changed robes, although it hardly made a difference. He always wore black.
Hermione shoved her things back in her bag and stood up. "What will I be doing for my detention, Professor?" she asked. Snape walked to his desk and leaned against it, facing her. "Well, for starters, I'd like you to go to that cabinet over there and get out the tall glass vial containing a red liquid, and two silver goblets." Hermione nodded and went to get the items as instructed. Walking back towards him, she glanced at his face. He was studying her, with the oddest expression... a look on his face that made her knees go weak.
She stumbled and the vial and goblets slipped out of her hands. The goblets landed and rolled away, but the vial shattered. Hermione gasped as a shard of glass came up and cut her hand. Snape, however, was looking at the mess and muttered, "Reparo!" The shards of glass came together and re-formed the vial, but the liquid was still all over the floor. Snape got a couple of rags from his desk, threw one at Hermione, kneeled down, and started cleaning up the mess.
Hermione forgot about her hand and kneeled down across from Snape and helped clean up. Something flashed in the light and caught Hermione's eye. She looked. Lying in the liquid was some sort of shiny stone. She reached for it at the same time Snape did. Her hand got there a millisecond before Snape's hand, and his rested on hers. She looked up quickly at him, and was surprised to see his eyes locked in hers. It was funny; she had never quite noticed how unusual his eyes were- black flecked with gold.
They froze, looking in each other's eyes, their hands still touching. Then Snape withdrew his hand. Hermione grabbed her rag and continued cleaning up, forgetting about the stone momentarily. Snape looked at his hand. He had moved it when he felt something warm and wet on it. He looked at his fingers. It was blood. Snape's eyes flashed quickly to Hermione's hand, still holding the rag and cleaning up. There was clearly a gash along it that was bleeding quite a bit.
Snape reached forward and took her hand. Snape heard a sharp intake of breath come from Hermione. "This cut. It will have to be attended to. Stay here while I go get some bandages. And Miss Granger, don't worry about the drink. I doubt it would've tasted good anyway, standing in the cupboard so long." He swept out of the room, his long robes billowing behind him. Hermione watched him leave, then reached for the stone. She picked it up and studied it carefully, noticing there was an inscription. Hermione looked closely at the words- they seemed to be in another language.
Urinum mitab bormur ucaeuv un
J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all his little buddies. I own nothing. Get it?
'Abestos. What? ASbestos? You mean I've been saying it wrong all this time?' -Me, being stupid as usual.
Broccoli. And lots of it. Broccoli everywhere. Broccoli on their faces, broccoli on their arms, broccoli on their feet. Hermione blinked and wondered if she was dreaming or losing her mind. She had just walked back into Snape's dungeon after using the restroom. She turned and looked at Snape. He was standing over Neville, who was barely recognizable under all of the broccoli sprouting all over him. Snape, too, had broccoli sprouting on him, but not as much as poor Neville. Snape swelled with anger and said scathingly, "You will go to Madam Pomfrey with everyone else, then you will come back here, collect your things, and leave this class for the last time. I never want to see your face in here again, you ignorant, meddling, boorish person! Now all of you, LEAVE! NOW!"
Everyone ran for the door and left, leaving Hermione standing at the door watching Snape. "What? What is it, girl?" snapped Snape. Hermione stepped into the classroom and muttered, "What happened?"
Snape threw her a rag and told her, "Get to helping me clean up. Longbottom accidentally added too many newt eyes to his potion, and it blew up. Unfortunately, any of the potion that came in contact with bare skin immediately sprouted into broccoli."
Hermione gasped and started to wipe some of the acid green colored liquid from a table, but stopped. "Professor, I think you were too hard on him. Neville really tries, and it was just an accident. It's only the first week of our sixth year. Maybe you should talk to him and let him be in your class again."
Snape kept on rubbing with a foul look on his face, although the look wasn't entirely unfamiliar. He swept back his greasy hair and said, "Miss Granger, if you don't mind me saying so, I will choose my own teaching style, thank you. Ten points from Gryffindor and you will serve detention with me tonight."
Hermione sighed and kept rubbing at the potion. She glanced over at Snape, who was trying to get the broccoli off, but to no avail. It seemed like it was a growth, and it couldn't be removed by pulling it off without pain. Hermione stood up and walked over to him. He was muttering something about "...never was any good at Herbology..." Hermione stood in front of him and took out her wand. Snape eyed her warily. She reached out her hand slowly and laid it on the side of Snape's face, to keep it steady. He jerked away and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Hermione sighed and said, "I am going to try the antidote hex for the Furnunculus (pg. 298, book 4) hex. Now, stay still so I don't remove your nose." She lightly laid her hand on Snape's cheek to hold his head steady. He winced, but didn't jerk away. He couldn't believe how strange it was to have another human touch him. He hadn't been touched in years, as far has he could remember. He studied Hermione's face while she was pointing her wand at the broccoli sprouts and muttering the anti-hex. He was surprised. She had changed a lot over the summer. Her hair had finally straightened out, and her natural beauty stood out, so that she didn't need makeup. Snape marveled at himself. 'Natural beauty? What am I thinking?' He shook off his thought and continued to study Hermione, who had finished with his face and was now working on his left arm. The potion had burned through the robes. He studied her profile. She had grown taller. Her hands moved gracefully, and even under the loose robes, her figure was noticeable. Snape shook his head, sneered again, and forced himself to think of other things.
Hermione smiled and said, "All done! What time do you want me to come to detention?" Snape inspected himself and said, " I'll expect you to come at eight o'clock." Hermione turned and gathered her stuff. She was almost to the door when he called out, "oh, and Granger. Thanks." She smiled a genuine smile, and to his vast surprise, he smiled, although faintly, back. She turned back to the door and walked out. Snape sat behind his desk and buried his head in his hands.
Hermione walked towards the Great Hall for dinner, deep in thought. She didn't even notice that the Gryffindor table was almost empty- all of the Gryffindor sixth years were in the hospital wing. She absentmindedly ate her food, not even noticing what it was. Snape's face kept looming in her mind's eye. She kept thinking of how he looked when he smiled- a true, genuine smile Hermione had never seen before, and the glimpse she had had of his arm from the holes left by the potion and the broccoli. His arm was, much to her surprise, muscular.
Fred and George Weasley sat across from her and she didn't even bat an eyelash. Fred snapped his fingers in front of her face. Nothing. George poked her in the forehead. Only then did Hermione look up and notice them. They looked at each other then back at her. "You alright, Herm?" asked George. Hermione looked at them blankly, as if they had just asked her if chickens had lips. Hermione said, "No, I'm fine. Sorry, just ... thinking about... my homework."
Fred had been looking at her closely while this was going on. "You know, Hermione, you look different, somehow." George looked at her too. "Yeah, you really do!" he said. Hermione frowned and said, "What do you mean?" "Well, you look..." Fred started, but George finished for him, "...really hot this year!" Hermione blushed and stood up. "I have to go to detention. Thanks guys, really, but I'm still the same old me." She then turned and walked out of the Hall.
Hermione stood outside the door to the dungeons. She paused and ran her fingers through her hair, just to be sure. She straightened her robes and walked in. "Professor Snape?" she called out. The dungeon was empty. She shrugged and took out some homework, thinking Snape was in the restroom or something.
Snape leaned on the doorway of his chambers, looking into the dungeon. He watched Hermione, whose back was to him, pull out a book, some parchment, and begin writing. 'That girl,' he thought, 'always doing homework.' He studied her for a while. He saw the way her hair caught the dim light of the dungeon and shone like silk. He walked forward and cleared his throat. Hermione jumped and turned around. Snape had changed robes, although it hardly made a difference. He always wore black.
Hermione shoved her things back in her bag and stood up. "What will I be doing for my detention, Professor?" she asked. Snape walked to his desk and leaned against it, facing her. "Well, for starters, I'd like you to go to that cabinet over there and get out the tall glass vial containing a red liquid, and two silver goblets." Hermione nodded and went to get the items as instructed. Walking back towards him, she glanced at his face. He was studying her, with the oddest expression... a look on his face that made her knees go weak.
She stumbled and the vial and goblets slipped out of her hands. The goblets landed and rolled away, but the vial shattered. Hermione gasped as a shard of glass came up and cut her hand. Snape, however, was looking at the mess and muttered, "Reparo!" The shards of glass came together and re-formed the vial, but the liquid was still all over the floor. Snape got a couple of rags from his desk, threw one at Hermione, kneeled down, and started cleaning up the mess.
Hermione forgot about her hand and kneeled down across from Snape and helped clean up. Something flashed in the light and caught Hermione's eye. She looked. Lying in the liquid was some sort of shiny stone. She reached for it at the same time Snape did. Her hand got there a millisecond before Snape's hand, and his rested on hers. She looked up quickly at him, and was surprised to see his eyes locked in hers. It was funny; she had never quite noticed how unusual his eyes were- black flecked with gold.
They froze, looking in each other's eyes, their hands still touching. Then Snape withdrew his hand. Hermione grabbed her rag and continued cleaning up, forgetting about the stone momentarily. Snape looked at his hand. He had moved it when he felt something warm and wet on it. He looked at his fingers. It was blood. Snape's eyes flashed quickly to Hermione's hand, still holding the rag and cleaning up. There was clearly a gash along it that was bleeding quite a bit.
Snape reached forward and took her hand. Snape heard a sharp intake of breath come from Hermione. "This cut. It will have to be attended to. Stay here while I go get some bandages. And Miss Granger, don't worry about the drink. I doubt it would've tasted good anyway, standing in the cupboard so long." He swept out of the room, his long robes billowing behind him. Hermione watched him leave, then reached for the stone. She picked it up and studied it carefully, noticing there was an inscription. Hermione looked closely at the words- they seemed to be in another language.
Urinum mitab bormur ucaeuv un