Dreaming's Not A Crime.
Chpt1: Deceptions.
"Get off!" She screeched, clawing at the person in front of her. "I believe you have some explaining to do, Miss Gates." A voice hissed into her ear, and she recognised it as belonging to her Potions teacher. // I knew that using that ageing potion was a bad idea! // She thought, wishing that she had planned it more carefully before going through with it. She was almost gagging, and the hand around her neck tightened slightly.
"I'm not in the mood for games, so speak up!" Even if she had wanted to answer him, she wouldn't have been able to, as his fingers pressed tightly into her throat, so the only sound she was able to produce, resembled a weak gurgling sound. Snape's eyes bored into her, before placing her under a partial body bind, and releasing her.
"Name." He barked, waving the wand threateningly in her face. "I told you," Hermione managed in return, "My name is Gates." "And would you happen to have a first name, if Gates is, indeed, your surname." "Heather.."
// Oh God, he's going to kill me! //
"My name is Heather Gates." "Heather Gates, eh? And what are you doing in Hogsmeade?" "What do you want?!!" She shouted angrily, horrified at having been dragged into this alleyway by her teacher.
"Have you been sent here by the Ministry? Is that it?" His mouth was twitching as he spoke. "I assure you, that you needn't be wasting your time, as I have told you many times, because I have not been dealing in those fields for many years now." "What?" Hermione didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
"My loyalties are at Hogwarts, and if the Ministry will continue to insist on spying on me, then I will be forced to inform Albus Dumbledore of this."
"I am not from the Ministry!" She said, trying to silence him, "I don't know what you're talking about, but please, could you let me out!" "Not from the Ministry? Shit. What the hell have you been following me round for then?"
// Oops. So he had noticed. // "I.I haven't been following you, Mister Professor Sir.."
// Oh my God, Hermione, you sound like such an idiot! // "The name, is Severus Snape." He said, releasing her from the spell. After having been held so tightly, Hermione fell abruptly forward into him.
"Oh.. Sorry. erm. I'm just going to go now, okay?" "I don't think so." He grabbed her hand, and pulled her back.
"Not so quickly, Miss Gates. I do not take kindly to espionage, so I am sure that it would be in your best interests to avoid spying on me on future occasions. Have I made myself in any way unclear?" His nose was millimetres from her own, and Hermione prayed that he wouldn't notice her trembling in his fierce grip. "Well, Mr Snape," she said, pulling free, "I do not take kindly to accusations or threats. Now if you are quite done, I will bid you a good day, and be gone." She turned around, and marched out of the alleyway, half expecting a pair of strong hands to clutch around her throat once more. // Oh my God! Hermione! // She thought, // That was Snape! You just totally snubbed Professor Snape, and he's just standing there doing nothing! // Half an hour later, and she was climbing out of the hump of the one-eyed witch at Hogwarts, and scurrying along the hallways towards the Gryffindor towers. It had been a. strange. day, to put it simply, and recalling her encounter with her estranged Potions Master, she couldn't help laughing nervously, and thinking // Pigs might fly. //
Chpt1: Deceptions.
"Get off!" She screeched, clawing at the person in front of her. "I believe you have some explaining to do, Miss Gates." A voice hissed into her ear, and she recognised it as belonging to her Potions teacher. // I knew that using that ageing potion was a bad idea! // She thought, wishing that she had planned it more carefully before going through with it. She was almost gagging, and the hand around her neck tightened slightly.
"I'm not in the mood for games, so speak up!" Even if she had wanted to answer him, she wouldn't have been able to, as his fingers pressed tightly into her throat, so the only sound she was able to produce, resembled a weak gurgling sound. Snape's eyes bored into her, before placing her under a partial body bind, and releasing her.
"Name." He barked, waving the wand threateningly in her face. "I told you," Hermione managed in return, "My name is Gates." "And would you happen to have a first name, if Gates is, indeed, your surname." "Heather.."
// Oh God, he's going to kill me! //
"My name is Heather Gates." "Heather Gates, eh? And what are you doing in Hogsmeade?" "What do you want?!!" She shouted angrily, horrified at having been dragged into this alleyway by her teacher.
"Have you been sent here by the Ministry? Is that it?" His mouth was twitching as he spoke. "I assure you, that you needn't be wasting your time, as I have told you many times, because I have not been dealing in those fields for many years now." "What?" Hermione didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
"My loyalties are at Hogwarts, and if the Ministry will continue to insist on spying on me, then I will be forced to inform Albus Dumbledore of this."
"I am not from the Ministry!" She said, trying to silence him, "I don't know what you're talking about, but please, could you let me out!" "Not from the Ministry? Shit. What the hell have you been following me round for then?"
// Oops. So he had noticed. // "I.I haven't been following you, Mister Professor Sir.."
// Oh my God, Hermione, you sound like such an idiot! // "The name, is Severus Snape." He said, releasing her from the spell. After having been held so tightly, Hermione fell abruptly forward into him.
"Oh.. Sorry. erm. I'm just going to go now, okay?" "I don't think so." He grabbed her hand, and pulled her back.
"Not so quickly, Miss Gates. I do not take kindly to espionage, so I am sure that it would be in your best interests to avoid spying on me on future occasions. Have I made myself in any way unclear?" His nose was millimetres from her own, and Hermione prayed that he wouldn't notice her trembling in his fierce grip. "Well, Mr Snape," she said, pulling free, "I do not take kindly to accusations or threats. Now if you are quite done, I will bid you a good day, and be gone." She turned around, and marched out of the alleyway, half expecting a pair of strong hands to clutch around her throat once more. // Oh my God! Hermione! // She thought, // That was Snape! You just totally snubbed Professor Snape, and he's just standing there doing nothing! // Half an hour later, and she was climbing out of the hump of the one-eyed witch at Hogwarts, and scurrying along the hallways towards the Gryffindor towers. It had been a. strange. day, to put it simply, and recalling her encounter with her estranged Potions Master, she couldn't help laughing nervously, and thinking // Pigs might fly. //