A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Okay, so I tried doing just a little one shot, but obviously there's a lot more to tell.
I'm going to stick to some canon in this, but things won't necessarily be in the same order.
Hermione took a deep breath and knocked on the door. What if he didn't answer?
"Miss Granger? It's not Tuesday."
"No, it's not sir, but I was reading the book and I had a few questions, sir." Professor Snape blinked a few times, Miss Granger was really standing outside the door of his room.
"And they can not wait until Tuesday?"
"Not if I want to understand the rest of chapter, sir."
"My office, please, Miss Granger. I do not entertain in my private quarters."
"Yes sir." She followed him as he left the room and headed to his current office. She had a little trouble keeping up, but within minutes they were standing outside Professor Snape's office.
"Now, what questions did you have, Miss Granger?"
"It's about the chapter about the mutability of the transitive properties of ingredients, sir." Hermione explained. Professor Snape nodded gesturing for her to sit.
"Thank you, sir."
Hermione smiled leaving the office about an hour later. She had no idea Professor Snape could actually explain things, complicated things, without calling someone a dunderhead or worse. She ran into Harry and Ron in the hallway, Harry was talking about something, but she really wasn't paying attention.
"Hermione, Voldemort made horcruxes." She blinked.
"Which are?" she asked.
"Professor Dumbledore didn't say, but from what I can figure out, they're really really dark magic. Maybe you should ask your Death Eater friend in there if he knows anything."
"He is not my friend, he is my teacher and he's not a Death Eater. Dumbledore says he's on our side."
"And you still believe him? What the bloody hell do you see in that greasy git? You spend more time with him than us!"
"I do not," she stated as her hand started to shake. She sighed, glared it, and went back to ignoring it.
"Does he know about that?" Ron asked gesturing to Hermione's hand.
"Yes, yes he does. He's helping me with potions, he thinks I can get a passing N.E.W.T."
"What do you need that for?"
"For when I graduate, Ron. We're not going to be going to school forever. Just because Professor Slughorn doesn't want me in his class, doesn't mean I shouldn't learn advanced potions. Professor Snape thinks I'm brilliant by the way." Her hand had stopped shaking. She stalked off leaving Ron and Harry standing in the hall.
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"Ready to start Miss Granger?" She nodded having already assembled the ingredients on the board.
"Yes sir," she answered starting the potion. Professor Snape watched her, her fingers trembled slightly, but he waited for her ask. When she didn't, when she pushed through the tremor, switching hands to continue, he nearly smiled. He'd been slightly worried when he's started teaching her, she'd allow the tremors to win, she'd allow herself to believe she was broken. He'd heard the Weasley boy call her 'damaged'.
"Sir, is this right? The book mentioned the potion being silvery with green swirls, but mine's more green with silver swirls?" He walked over and looked at her potion.
"Interesting, and you followed the instructions, Miss Granger?"
"Yes sir."
"Odd, bottle it up, Miss Granger, I'll take a look at it."
"Yes sir. Sir, what if the tremors get worse and I can't brew for the exam?" she asked softly.
"Today proved something to me, Miss Granger. When you switched hands and continued, despite the start of the tremors, it shows your adaptability. How long have you had the tremors?"
"Since the fight at the ministry."
"Nearly a year then, have they gotten worse in that time?" She paused thinking.
"No, actually, they haven't. They're slightly less frequent than when they started." Professor Snape nodded slightly.
"While it is possible they will progress and worsen, there seems to be just as much of a chance they will not, you still have time before you take the exams."
"I know, sir, I just want to be ready. I'm surprised you decided to teach me."
"You haven't blown up my lab yet, Miss Granger. I'll let you know the results of your potion, until then, a length of parchment on anti-anxiety potions should suffice."
Hermione studied the book in front of her. It had been nearly two weeks since she'd had any violent tremors, even the current seemed to have faded, at least for now. Harry was meeting with Professor Dumbledore again tonight.
"Studying again? Come on 'Mione, let's do something. How about a game of chess?" Ron offered.
"You know I'm no good at chess, Ron. It's not really much fun if there's no chance of winning. Besides, you should be working on your homework," she stated putting the book down. Harry walked through the portrait hole shaking slightly.
"I think Malfoy's a Death Eater," he announced. Hermione debated between picking up her book or just going to bed. Either way, she was getting tired of Harry saying everyone in Slytherin, or that he didn't like, was a Death Eater.
"Really?" Ron asked.
"What proof do you have?" Hermione asked.
"None, but..."
"I doubt he is, Harry. Just because you two don't get along. He's no more a Death Eater than Professor Snape."
"Snape has the dark mark."
"And he's on OUR side, remember?"
"Do you fancy him, Hermione? You keep defending him." Hermione blinked staring at Ron.
"No, you idiot, he's been helping me, when no one else would. Just because I see him as a person doesn't mean I fancy him. I'm going to bed, talk to me when you start making sense again," she stated storming up to her room.
