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After eating dinner Hermione returned to her dorm in order to get changed. Having being appointed Head Girl she now had her own room complete with a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a fireplace but best of all her own personal bookcase. She made good use of everything in room but especially her bookcase; it was near to overflowing. It was perfect for her to have somewhere in order to do her work without the boys distracting her or first years asking her pointless questions, she did enjoy helping them and would do anything to assist a student in need but sometimes it just all got too much, and sometimes it was good just to be able to sit back and relax while she lost herself in another world while reading book.
Picking out some clothes she did not mind getting covered in muck which knowing Snape would some horrible substance that would mean she would not ever want to wear them again but still kept her warm as it was always cold in the dungeons and she would not put it past Snape to keep her their until late that night. She grabbed her bag and hurriedly speed off to the dungeons.
She ran down the stairs hoping she wouldn't be late and knocked on the door.
"Enter," barked Professor Snape in his usual cutting tone as she made her way through the door, "Put your bag on my desk and your wand you won't be needing it today and actually take off that jacket as well it will just get in the way," continued Snape as Hermione struggled to take off her jacket, "Come on be quick about it, finally as challenging as that seems to have been for you Granger I'm sure I have something much worse. Follow me."
She watched as Professor glided over to his store cupboard and disappeared into it, she quickly followed not wanting to infuriate him further.
"Right, tonight Miss Granger because your apparent lack of it you are going to do something which will require high concentration, I want you to take a count of all the supplies I have left and to reorganise them. Begin," announced Professor Snape.
She bit back a retort as he stalked back out to sit at his desk to mark his papers. The bastard knew that it was because of Neville she was not concentrating, she also swore it was for his pure amusement at watching her squirm that he left her there. Yet he still had the nerve to give her detention for it, then just to make things worse he gave her a detention that would probably force her to be here until midnight. After a good five minutes of sulking she thought she had better get on with things.
Six hours later and she was still there and she was been driven to distraction by Snape not only was she sure he was laughing at her but he was tapping his quill continually on his desk. She had, however, taken all but one of the stocks.
Standing on the tips of her toes she reached upwards as high as she could but to no avail, scanning around the tiny store cupboard she spotted a set of step ladders. After putting them up she climbed to the top of them, they were quite unstable on the dungeon floor but she was so tired, it was after all it was two in the morning, she could not care less. She leant forwards straining to reach the last container at the back of the top shelf, the ladders wobbled precariously on the uneven floor but she was determined to reach it.
Suddenly, the ladders gave way underneath her and she plunged towards the floor, grimacing knowing the hard floor that awaited her. She waited for the sickening crack of her head hitting the floor but it never came and she was surprised to find a strong warm arm wrapped around her stomach and another gripping her hand. Feeling herself being gently lowered so her feet could touch the floor then gasping as she realised that it was Professor Snape who had caught her.
She twirled around to find him looking quite amused but also quite shocked; she thought he looked like he could not believe what he had just done almost as much as she had. He blushed then quickly turned away and headed back to go out the store cupboard. Pushing down on the handle of the door, which had been slammed shut when had come to catch her, he found that it wouldn't open. Scowling he pushed harder, then he proceeded to throwing his shoulder at the door in an effort to open it.
"Miss Granger, I think we may have a problem," Professor Snape said bitterly.