1HOW TO GET A POTIONS MASTER By Tanit
Chapter 7: Of Shrines, Voodoo & New Year Resolutions
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Change the house-shield badge on your robes to a small picture of
him. Tap it and smile at him when you see him. (Do
this to all the students you can, regardless of house, and if
confronted act as if you have no idea what he is talking about.)
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Set up a shrine to him. Somewhere very public.
12. Make a voodoo doll of Harry Potter. Push pins into it in class and smile knowingly at Snape. (Put on shrine, preferably with doll in his likeness gloating over it. Bonus points to those who make the Snape doll talk while doing so.)
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Hermione stood looking at her reflection, mesmerized by the woman staring out at her. The three hour regime it had taken her to achieve such results in fourth year had been drastically cut in half by using the personal soaps, moisturizers, shampoo and conditioner she had developed at the end of her sixth year for her special potions project. A project that had been sneered at by her professor, jeered by the Slytherins, and openly insulted by the schools remaining female populace.
She had carefully formulated her recipes to subtly include a variation of an effective healing/scar reducing potion and a modified form of the pre-natal nutrient potion that allowed the nutrients to be absorbed through the skin. She had then scented the products with honey and vanilla as well as given them a cream base while keeping the stability and potency of the included potions. Snape had grudgingly given her top marks and discreetly passed her instructions on how to patent her formulas.
While her hair was not as straight as Sleekies would have made it, it was only half as bushy and she had been able to smooth the curls into a semblance of ringlets that had been piled loosely on top of her head. She had moist pale pink lips thanks to a clear gloss and had placed an enhancing coat of mascara on her lashes. She now stood in butter-soft black cotton knickers and bra, suspenders holding up seemed black silk stockings, sturdy black two inch hills with ankle straps and a black ribbon about her throat.
As the ball had been a last minute addition to the year's criteria dress robes were not required and she had decided on a royal purple silk frock with thick shoulder straps, an empire waste and a flowing skirt that just brushed the floor that had been hiding in the back of her bureau was now hanging near the mirror. And two bloody hours until dinner to kill. Sighing, Hermione wrapped a thick terrycloth robe around herself and sat down to read one of her new books in front of the fire.
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'The little bent's' Severus fumed as he dressed for the bloody dance. While he did not know which of the cunts was behind his recent humiliation having the filed of suspects narrowed down from the entire wizerding populous to two seventh year students was a definite improvement. Lisa Trupin, a seventh year Ravenclaw, and Hermione bloody Granger.
Now that he had narrowed it down to whom he only needed the why behind the pranks. Under other circumstances revenge would have been the obvious answer; however given the nature of the pranks and gift he had received this morning he couldn't help but feel that it would be some what inaccurate in this instance. He could almost believe that the culprit had a crush on him. The thought caused him to shudder with a mixture of disgust and arousal.
"By Merlin, let it be Granger," he whispered to no one in particular as he finished buttoning his double breasted black velvet waistcoat with small silver snakes withering on the hems. Tonight each of these girls would receive a large dose of his personal attentions in the hopes of sniffing them out as it were. Forgoing his coat he slipped on his outer robes before leaving for the Great Hall.
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"Blimey Granger," Draco drawl with a slight sneer in annoyance at the admittedly charming female in front of him while standing in the head girl doorway. Though she had straitened her hair as in fourth year Granger had obviously put some effort into her appearance. The horrendous robe she was wrapped in could not disguise the whispers of silk caused by her movement. "Geroff you high horse and let me escort you to the bloody dance."
"Listen Malfoy, I am not interested in having any sort of romantic engagement with any boy in this school. Yourself included." Hermione stated firmly.
"Well you bloody well can't go alone you know," the blond spat in frustration.
"Says who," she quipped. "No let me guess it's in the Pureblooded's Guide to Snobbery. Thank goodness I'm simply a lowly mudblood and can therefore go stag if I wish to."
"We are the fucking student host for this ruddy thing, we have to open the dance with each other, so why the bloody hell are you making this difficult," he asked exasperated with her stubbornness. "As you pointed out it's not as if you're trying to impress any one after all."
It took every ounce of self-control not to shout at the boy in righteous indignation. 'That is not what I said' she thought hostilely while glaring at the Slytherin prince.
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'Bloody light' Severus thought as the sun peeked in through the long narrow window that ran along one of the sitting room walls. Raising from his favorite chair in the sitting room his knees creaked in protest at the movement and his spine popped back into place. Growling he groped his way to the potions cabinet in the loo and downed a hydrating potion before evaluating himself in the muggle mirror.
To say he looked like death warmed over would have been an understatement. His hair was snarled, his beard was coming in, he trousers were missing and the front of his boxers and shirt were stiff as he had obviously wanked himself in his inebriated state. Given the way Hermione had been behaving last night however it was hardly surprising.
The girl had been in a simple dress of deep purple with a scooping v-neckline that hinted at the perfect breast just out of eyesight. It had clung to her curves as she swayed her hips, turning in his arms as they glided across the floor. She had snuck glances at him the entire time as if she were not use to receiving such attentions; at least she hadn't fainted like the Trupin girl when he offered her a glass of punch.
Granger has reeked of innocence and he had been literally hard pressed not to fuck her on the front daisy. After the dance he had cast a spell over the Slytherin dorms that would encourage the students to stay in bed before retreating to his rooms and searching for the three bottles of Scottish Whisky Menerva had taken to giving him on his birthdays. That he had indulged in alcohol at all was a rarity not because he couldn't hold his liquor mind but a direct result of often seeing his so called muggle of a Father beating his Mum in a drunken rage as a child.
Stepping into his shower he began to examine the previous night's events from a more logical viewpoint that would help him figure out which of the little bitches he would be punishing in the near future.
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The shrine had been under construction in the corner of Hermione's head girl rooms for the past fortnight. Upon completion she had placed over a dozen charms that would prevent the removal or alteration of her arrangement before shrinking it down and re-enlarging it in the castles main entrance between the front doors and those leading to the great hall. She'd had to barrow Harry's invisibility cloak to do it safely but it had been worth it.
She had included not only a dazzling array of photos of her subject but a list of every book he had checked out from the library in the past ten years, one of his teaching robes from the laundry and even a lock of his hair that had been lovingly encased in crystal heart paper weight. The crowing achievement however was the scale model of the potions classroom that included realistic voodoo dolls of the Potions Master gloating over the prone needle jabbed form of Harry Potter.
The populace of Hogworts had reacted as she had come to suspect—girls swooned, boys scoffed, and the professors chuckled. Save for one Severus Snape who had blinkingly gaped for a few minutes before clamping his jaw shut and firing off a round of hex's bent upon destroying the abomination. That no one saw the smile he had fought back or noticed that there was no passion behind his spells was quite fine with him.
Severus was immensely grateful that none heard the quiet frustrated sigh that issued from his pursed lips when he was unable to add a strategically placed pin to voodoo Potters groin. The faltered steep as he began to stride away however was not overlooked by those around him and caused whispers as he all but ran to his dungeons.
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Hermione was worried. Professor Snape had been dodging her steps like a second shadow for the past three days. She could simply be over reacting; his normal behavior hadn't deviated in the slightest so it was probably a simple coincidence that he seemed to be fallowing her everywhere.
'What if he knows' nagged the little voice of self preservation in the back of her mind left over from a childhood of hiding the powers her parents assured her were nothing but her imagination.
'Impossible, I was extremely careful' argued the logical voice that reminded her of her mum.
'And you actually think you could pull one over on Severus-the Head of Slytherin-consimit spy-paranoid-Snape'
"Good evening Miss Granger," Snaps silky baritone slid down Grangers spine causing her to start.
"Professor" Hermione yelped while nearly dropping her armload of books.
(What should happen next?)
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