I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters/things/places created by J.K. Rowling. I just enjoy playing with her characters.
Also, I do all of my own editing and spell checking. So I apologize now if there are any errors.
Rated MA: 18+ for mature readers only.
***Chapter 1***
Hermione scurried through the pouring rain hurrying towards the gates her suitcase thumping along behind her. When she had received the letter from Hogwarts asking if she would be interested in an apprenticeship with professor Snape, she'd nearly fainted. Shed been living in a small month to month apartment for years and working temporary jobs just waiting for an opportunity to find her. She hadn't even unpacked her things, so telling her crotchety old landlord she would be leaving at the end of the month had been easy. As for working with Snape, she knew his snide comments and snarky attitude would be off putting, but he was a genuinely brilliant man and there was something about him that she just couldn't shake… the way he moved like an elegant black ghost through the hallways, one minute he was there and the next he was gone. His intense features drew her in further still. The way he spoke so eloquently with that voice. something about his voice… that slow and silken baritone, made her feel lascivious. He intimidated her, but she was still drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She had been since she was a student. This was going to be an interesting apprenticeship to say the least.
When Hermione reached the gates, she found Hagrid waiting for her. He scooped her up into a massive bear hug crushing the breath out of her. When he put her down she was red in the face.
"It's great to see ya again Hermione!"
She shivered. Why had she packed her robes. This rain had her soaked to her skin. Her frizzy hair was now flat and dripping against her back. It's a good thing she didn't wear any makeup, or she was sure it would be running down her face. "It's great to see you too hagrid!"
He appraised her, "Merlin! Yer soaked through, let's get ya inside!"
Hagrid easily lifted her suitcase in one hand. She nodded her thanks before they both scurried towards the castle. As they reached the doors she looked down at herself nervously. Why did it have to rain today of all days. And why had she chosen to wear white. Her soaked white blouse clung to her small frame much more tightly than she was comfortable with. Her beige skirt was dripping but not clinging to her quite so badly. She crossed her arms over her chest In an attempt to salvage her dignity, but at that moment Hagrid handed her back her suitcase before opening the door. She would have to endure it.