Title: Until
Chapter I
By:Ktie Eiknlng
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer: Not Mine...Come on..you know that, why do I have to tell you?!
Brief Summary:Snape threatens the trio and they attack by adultnaping him the week before graduation and Hermione is supposed to watch him. Will she fall in love?
"Come on, Hermione. We just want to send a letter! What's the worst that could happen, huh?" Ron urged her onwards.
"Well, we could not graduate," Hermione replied
"Only is the slimy git catches us," Ron answered back.
"Yea, only Snape would do that," Harry said trying to help.
"But don't you think he would try and get rid of us?"
"Yes and no."
"Yes, because he wants us gone. And no, because he wants to torture us through another year of hell."
"Did you both forget that I'm head girl?"
"That's what makes it all the more fun, Mione."
"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?"
"Could we stop playing twenty-one questions and get this over with?"
"Who's the letter to, anyway?"
"George and Fred. I'm asking them for some pranks for graduation."
"Ron!"
"Come on, Hermione!"
"But-"
"But what? You gave it all you could, now get under the damn cloak."
"Ugh, FINE!"
"Shhh." Ron cooed as they walked past a very angry portrait.
As they walked to the Owlery, they didn't pass a single soul, but that all changed on the way back.
"Who's there?" A very mysterious voice called, "show yourself!"
"Shh. Walk softer, its Professor Snape."
"Oh shit. Oh shit," they whispered as they walked into Professor Snape because they were worrying so bad.
"Weasley, Potter, and Granger. Show yourselves."
They timidly removed the cloak and faced a very pissed Snape.
"Well, what does the golden trio have to say for themselves?" He said with a sneer, "Nothing? Ahh. Well, then, we'll visit Dumbledore in the morning and discuss this little meeting with him. And thirty points a piece from Gryffindor."
"But Professor!!"
"Want to make it forty, Granger?"
"No. Sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, and now because you've spoke, fifty for you, not thirty. You are head girl, and a week from graduation. Maybe I should ask Dumbledore if I should make all three of you work the week before graduation. Hmm." The three of them stayed silent, hoping they would just earn a detention or something. "Or maybe, I should tell him you shouldn't graduate. If Voldemort were still around, you would have another year to fight him, Potter. Maybe that time you would die."
"Professor Snape!" A very mad voice called.
"Ahh, Professor McGonagal, how nice of you to visit! I see you are just in time to talk to your students."
"Let me guess, they were out at night. A pitty to take those points since I asked them to walk around the castle looking for students and to find me if they found any while invisible." Snape stood there like he had been shocked by a shell in a war.
"Well, say your sorry!" Snape mumbled something along the lines of, "My apologies," before swishing his cloak and walking away.
"Thank you, Professor."
"Its no problem, Ms. Granger. The only reason I did it is because the points candle in my room was becoming shorter and shorter. Now, before he comes back, why don't you hurry off to bed, eh?"
"Goodnight, Professor," They chorused as they walked away, grateful Minerva McGonagal was in a good mood.
Next Time..PLANNING REVENGE!!
Chapter I
By:Ktie Eiknlng
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer: Not Mine...Come on..you know that, why do I have to tell you?!
Brief Summary:Snape threatens the trio and they attack by adultnaping him the week before graduation and Hermione is supposed to watch him. Will she fall in love?
"Come on, Hermione. We just want to send a letter! What's the worst that could happen, huh?" Ron urged her onwards.
"Well, we could not graduate," Hermione replied
"Only is the slimy git catches us," Ron answered back.
"Yea, only Snape would do that," Harry said trying to help.
"But don't you think he would try and get rid of us?"
"Yes and no."
"Yes, because he wants us gone. And no, because he wants to torture us through another year of hell."
"Did you both forget that I'm head girl?"
"That's what makes it all the more fun, Mione."
"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?"
"Could we stop playing twenty-one questions and get this over with?"
"Who's the letter to, anyway?"
"George and Fred. I'm asking them for some pranks for graduation."
"Ron!"
"Come on, Hermione!"
"But-"
"But what? You gave it all you could, now get under the damn cloak."
"Ugh, FINE!"
"Shhh." Ron cooed as they walked past a very angry portrait.
As they walked to the Owlery, they didn't pass a single soul, but that all changed on the way back.
"Who's there?" A very mysterious voice called, "show yourself!"
"Shh. Walk softer, its Professor Snape."
"Oh shit. Oh shit," they whispered as they walked into Professor Snape because they were worrying so bad.
"Weasley, Potter, and Granger. Show yourselves."
They timidly removed the cloak and faced a very pissed Snape.
"Well, what does the golden trio have to say for themselves?" He said with a sneer, "Nothing? Ahh. Well, then, we'll visit Dumbledore in the morning and discuss this little meeting with him. And thirty points a piece from Gryffindor."
"But Professor!!"
"Want to make it forty, Granger?"
"No. Sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, and now because you've spoke, fifty for you, not thirty. You are head girl, and a week from graduation. Maybe I should ask Dumbledore if I should make all three of you work the week before graduation. Hmm." The three of them stayed silent, hoping they would just earn a detention or something. "Or maybe, I should tell him you shouldn't graduate. If Voldemort were still around, you would have another year to fight him, Potter. Maybe that time you would die."
"Professor Snape!" A very mad voice called.
"Ahh, Professor McGonagal, how nice of you to visit! I see you are just in time to talk to your students."
"Let me guess, they were out at night. A pitty to take those points since I asked them to walk around the castle looking for students and to find me if they found any while invisible." Snape stood there like he had been shocked by a shell in a war.
"Well, say your sorry!" Snape mumbled something along the lines of, "My apologies," before swishing his cloak and walking away.
"Thank you, Professor."
"Its no problem, Ms. Granger. The only reason I did it is because the points candle in my room was becoming shorter and shorter. Now, before he comes back, why don't you hurry off to bed, eh?"
"Goodnight, Professor," They chorused as they walked away, grateful Minerva McGonagal was in a good mood.
Next Time..PLANNING REVENGE!!