A/N: A short fic based on a prompt from r/darkfics by u/TheAggravatingKiwi.
Sitting in a well-lit room swimming in the fresh aroma of a wide pallet of foods, two people sat alone in one of the countless abandoned classrooms. A young woman and her professor sat discussing the woman's next step in her studies.
"So Miss Granger, what gives you that audacity to request that I in fact give you harder work to complete, you already attend more classes than anyone else in your year." Snape demanded.
"Well Professor, I am the top in my year and I have not been struggling with my workload, I need more work if I am to be challenged." Reasoned Hermione.
Snape stared at her for a few seconds, analysing her with intense scrutiny. As if her very soul was being weighed to her previous words before sighing and standing up.
"Very well Miss Granger, I will give you some harder work to complete, I hope for your sake you can complete it to my standards." Conceded Snape.
Hermione's heart lept with elation at her professor's work, finally a challenge worthy of her skills!
As Snape reached the door he looked over his shoulders with a smirk. "Oh and Miss Granger?"
"Yes Professor?" Asked Hermione just noticing he had already moved to the doorway.
"Do enjoy the Roasted House Elf, it is a delicacy among the purebloods and I wouldn't want a dunderhead like you to ruin such an expensive gift." Snape informed her before leaving the room.
Hermione immediately spat out her full mouth and began hyperventilating. What could possibly possess her professor to force her to eat a sentient being without telling her! Ashamed, angry and dismayed Hermione immediately began balling her eyes out in despair. She would not have eaten the meal if she knew what it truly was.
Unable to take her shame any longer, Hermione turned her wand on herself…
The last known act of Hermione was witnessed by Ronald Weasly as a green flash under the classroom door frame.