In The Shadows
Chapter Seven
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The reviews are what keeps me going. Even the bad reviews. I like to know that people are reading and enjoying my story. If you have any ideas that you might like to see in the story, I will gladly listen (read?).
I have another story called Spirit Week At Hogwarts; check it out!
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Disclaimer: see chapter one
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Hermione opened her eyes. *Where am I?* she thought.
The room she was in was tastefully decorated in neutrals and earth tones. She had never seen this room before. *How did I get here?*
A door creaked open. Snape peeked his head in.
"You're awake, I see."
She glared at him. "Obviously." she said icily. "Where am I?"
"You've been sleeping all day. It's nearly supper time." He told her. "You are in my guest quarters, Miss Granger."
Hermione's mind reeled back in shock. "How did I come about lying in your guest quarters?"
"You were attacked again. And the Headmaster requested that you stay in here so I could keep a close eye on you."
"Grand. Just grand."
"Through that door is a bathroom and through that door is a closest. The house elves have already brought your things here.
"Albus seems to think that you should be staying here for a considerable amount of time."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"And about your detention, Miss Granger." Snape growled. "You will be making a veritaserum potion to be tested on Monday."
"Yes, sir."
"I have a private lab that you may use. If you go into the sitting room, it is the door exactly opposite yours."
"Thank you, sir."
"And be careful, Miss Granger."
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That evening, after supper, Hermione made her veritaserum under the watchful eye of Snape. She read the instructions in her book and got out the ingredients that she needed. She precisely measured everything to be exact and mixed it carefully. When she finished she carefully cleaned and put everything back in its place.
Hermione loved her teacher's private lab. Everything was so neat and much better equipment than the students were allowed.
That evening while in the sitting room, which was decorated with ebony furniture and a black shag carpet, Hermione was sitting on a black love seat near the fireplace doing her homework.
"Professor?" Hermione said.
Snape looked up.
"About me being your assistant."
"Yes?"
"What exactly will I be doing?" Hermione inquired.
"Your job, Miss Granger, will be to make my job easier."
"You will be doing quite a bit of the mindless tedium I have to go through: grading papers, making lesson plans, supervising detentions." Suddenly, a wicked grin came across his face and Hermione became scared.
"Sir?"
"I was just thinking..." There was that wicked grin again. "You will also be going to some of the staff meetings in my place."
"I take it that they are not interesting?"
"Not in the least."
Hermione stood up. "Yes, well. Lucky me, then."
"Indeed."
"Goodnight, Professor." Hermione said.
"Goodnight, Miss Granger." Snape returned.
Hermione opened her door and, before she walked in, she turned around.
"I'm sorry about what I said about you smiling and being almost human and that bit." Hermione looked at her stockinged feet.
"Mmm, yes. Quite an outburst, Miss Granger." He looked at her. "Forgiven."
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"Harry!" Hermione said into the fireplace. A boy's head appeared. His raven black hair messy and his glasses crooked.
"Hermione? How are you feeling?"
Hermione smiled wryly. "As good as things can be expected, I suppose."
"Is he being horrid?"
"Snape? Actually, no. We just had a short conversation about me being his assistant."
"Why is it that he's never nice in class then?"
"He has to be nice to me, Harry. Dumbledore said he has to keep a close eye on me, and if he was being horrid, I doubt the Headmaster would like that!"
Harry yawned. "So, I'll meet you tomorrow when we go to Hogsmeade."
"I..." Hermione looked at her hands. "I can't go."
"What? Why?"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow morning, Harry."
"Sure. Sleep well, Hermione."
"You too, Harry."
Although Hermione had been sleeping all day, she again found herself very sleepy.
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--Henry Van Dyke.
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Chapter Seven
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Thank you all for the reviews. My bunnies are thriving! :) I have so many reviews that it takes up more than one page. LadyTiffany is quite pleased with herself.
The reviews are what keeps me going. Even the bad reviews. I like to know that people are reading and enjoying my story. If you have any ideas that you might like to see in the story, I will gladly listen (read?).
I have another story called Spirit Week At Hogwarts; check it out!
I'm not cheesy, thank you very much! :P
~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: see chapter one
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Hermione opened her eyes. *Where am I?* she thought.
The room she was in was tastefully decorated in neutrals and earth tones. She had never seen this room before. *How did I get here?*
A door creaked open. Snape peeked his head in.
"You're awake, I see."
She glared at him. "Obviously." she said icily. "Where am I?"
"You've been sleeping all day. It's nearly supper time." He told her. "You are in my guest quarters, Miss Granger."
Hermione's mind reeled back in shock. "How did I come about lying in your guest quarters?"
"You were attacked again. And the Headmaster requested that you stay in here so I could keep a close eye on you."
"Grand. Just grand."
"Through that door is a bathroom and through that door is a closest. The house elves have already brought your things here.
"Albus seems to think that you should be staying here for a considerable amount of time."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"And about your detention, Miss Granger." Snape growled. "You will be making a veritaserum potion to be tested on Monday."
"Yes, sir."
"I have a private lab that you may use. If you go into the sitting room, it is the door exactly opposite yours."
"Thank you, sir."
"And be careful, Miss Granger."
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That evening, after supper, Hermione made her veritaserum under the watchful eye of Snape. She read the instructions in her book and got out the ingredients that she needed. She precisely measured everything to be exact and mixed it carefully. When she finished she carefully cleaned and put everything back in its place.
Hermione loved her teacher's private lab. Everything was so neat and much better equipment than the students were allowed.
That evening while in the sitting room, which was decorated with ebony furniture and a black shag carpet, Hermione was sitting on a black love seat near the fireplace doing her homework.
"Professor?" Hermione said.
Snape looked up.
"About me being your assistant."
"Yes?"
"What exactly will I be doing?" Hermione inquired.
"Your job, Miss Granger, will be to make my job easier."
"You will be doing quite a bit of the mindless tedium I have to go through: grading papers, making lesson plans, supervising detentions." Suddenly, a wicked grin came across his face and Hermione became scared.
"Sir?"
"I was just thinking..." There was that wicked grin again. "You will also be going to some of the staff meetings in my place."
"I take it that they are not interesting?"
"Not in the least."
Hermione stood up. "Yes, well. Lucky me, then."
"Indeed."
"Goodnight, Professor." Hermione said.
"Goodnight, Miss Granger." Snape returned.
Hermione opened her door and, before she walked in, she turned around.
"I'm sorry about what I said about you smiling and being almost human and that bit." Hermione looked at her stockinged feet.
"Mmm, yes. Quite an outburst, Miss Granger." He looked at her. "Forgiven."
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"Harry!" Hermione said into the fireplace. A boy's head appeared. His raven black hair messy and his glasses crooked.
"Hermione? How are you feeling?"
Hermione smiled wryly. "As good as things can be expected, I suppose."
"Is he being horrid?"
"Snape? Actually, no. We just had a short conversation about me being his assistant."
"Why is it that he's never nice in class then?"
"He has to be nice to me, Harry. Dumbledore said he has to keep a close eye on me, and if he was being horrid, I doubt the Headmaster would like that!"
Harry yawned. "So, I'll meet you tomorrow when we go to Hogsmeade."
"I..." Hermione looked at her hands. "I can't go."
"What? Why?"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow morning, Harry."
"Sure. Sleep well, Hermione."
"You too, Harry."
Although Hermione had been sleeping all day, she again found herself very sleepy.
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783 Words
Please review! Please, oh, please, oh please!
"Use all the talents you posses, for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except the best."
--Henry Van Dyke.
Right there. No, a little to the left, a little more; Ok, a lot left, now down some.
Now click.