As Hermione walked to her office after the lessons, she almost fell down
the stairs from exhaustion. This was the most horrible day in all her life.
She sat down in her chair, in her office, and settled for a little nap.
That moment somebody knocked on the door.
"Come in," Hermione said, while she was letting out a giant sigh.
To her big surprise Salazar Slytherin walked in her office.
Hermione stood up, in respect, but he nodded, as a sign for her to sit down. He settled his self in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"I'll come right to the point, Professor Granger," he said, in his usual cold voice. In her ears, it sounded even colder than Snape's voice. "One of my students told me that you took of points from my House, only because he did his Invisibility spell right. Is that true?"
"No," Hermione said, trying to get a hold of her temper. "He did do his spell right, but he also didn't use it for a good propose." He looked at her like he wanted to hear the whole story. "He made himself invisible and tried to embarrass me in front of my class."
Slytherin narrowed his eyes. "Well, Professor Granger. All the Heads of Hogwarts have decided not to give points to their own house, only when they have a real good reason for it, so I can not change this unfair action you did today. I suggest you think more clearly before you take off house points next time." Without another word, he stood up and disappeared out of the door. Hermione was speechless.
~*~
Hermione was angry at Slytherin, but didn't show it the next day. She decided to talk to Helga before her classes start. She didn't know how to handle this.
Helga and Hermione were walking to the Charms classroom together, as Hermione explained what had happened.
"That filthy Hangman boy! Oh, I always knew! I'm going to have a word with him!" She said, looking terrifying angry. Helga could be very nice, but when she was mad, you'd better be her friend.
"No, please don't Helga. It's Slytherin's responsibility after all. And if you talk to him, it will only make it worse. He'll think I can't handle the students by my self."
"Yes, you are right," Helga said, calming down a bit.
"Slytherin talked to me last night. He warned me not to take points off again without thinking."
"Salazar did WHAT? He didn't say anything to the boy?" The angry flash in her eyes was back.
"No, he didn't. He actually stood up for him. Helga! Please calm down," Hermione carefully took hold of her friend's arm as she was marching down the stairs. "It's alright."
"How dare he! Not saying anything to that pervert child! Students must respect their teachers, or else this school is going down!"
"Helga," Hermione said softly. "I can handle it. I just needed to tell someone. I promise it won't happen again. I'll try to be a better teacher."
"But Hermione," Helga said, her friendly face back again. They continued walking to the Charms room again. "It isn't your fault. The moment I saw you, I knew you'd be a good teacher. I also felt that with Severus. I heard he already terrified the Hufflepuff students to death. But I'm not mad at him. He had his own way of teaching. I respect that, even though I hate his tactics."
Hermione smiled. "To tell the truth, when I was in my first year, I had this idea in my head to make all teachers proud of me. They all were, after a few lessons, but even after almost seven years, Snape has never told me anything good about my work."
"Well," Helga said, "I'm sure he will one day."
'I hope so,' Hermione thought to herself.
~*~
Hermione was glad Helga hadn't told anything to Slytherin about that Hangman thing. The lessons that week went quite well and Hermione enjoyed telling the students things. She had always liked telling things to people that she knew about. Although when she was still at school, only a few would listen. Now she could make the students listen, by taking points off if they pointed their attention somewhere else. After her first lesson, she tried to be nice to students, but also tried to be in control. Everything went fine.
That Saturday morning, she knocked on Snape's office. She still remembered their appointment he made a few days ago. He still ignored Hermione as much as he could, as did Slytherin.
Hermione didn't even bothered to call him Salazar anymore, knowing he would only response to her by calling him Slytherin. How she hated him.
The whole school was excited about the fact they were having a Ball next week. All the students were busy trying to find a date. They found it a little embarrassing if you came alone, even though a few students were coming alone.
There was a trip this weekend, to the little wizarding town nearby, which had a few shops in it. Hermione was surprised by the fact the town didn't have a name in this year of history. She found it a bit weird, actually.
That was why the whole castle was quiet and Hermione could easily knock on Snape's door, without any stupid rumours going around.
A grumpy looking Snape opened the door.
"What?" He growled.
"I believe you said I could come and see you Saturday."
"Come in. And make it short."
Hermione walked in the dark office. He put a spell on the large window, so that it wouldn't let any sunlight in. After years living in the dungeon, I guest I would be grumpy, too.
"I've asked Salazar for an office in the dungeons. He said he would look for an appropriate one. What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"You know what I want to talk about," Hermione said angrily. "You have to help me find a way to get back to the future!"
"Why should I?"
Hermione didn't know what to say. Didn't he want to go back?
"I have just the same live here as I had in the future. Now I don't have tons of Death Eaters after me. Voldemort doesn't even exist at this moment. I have new faces to scare every day and I've got no one I care about in the future, and no one to care about me. So, why go back? This journey to the past has been a blessing for me."
Hermione tried to control herself. She didn't know if she wanted to burst into tears, or to explode from anger. Instead of one of them, she calmly stood up. "That means I have to find a way by my self. Good day, Professor. And thank you for your 'precious' time."
She walked out of the office and calmly into her own.
Now there was absolutely no hope at all.
~*~
Helga came visiting her that night, because she didn't appear at lunch and dinner.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" She had asked.
"Snape doesn't want to give me his help. He says he's happy here," Hermione said.
Helga sat besides her on the bed. "But, Hermione. Have you forgotten that Rowena, Godric and I are here for you? We all consider you as a friend and we would be happy to help you."
"You would?"
"Of course. We were actually surprised that you didn't come to us for help sooner."
"I guest it was stupid of my to think that you wouldn't help me," Hermione said miserably.
"Yes, it really was," Helga said smiling.
~*~
Monday morning was really horrible. She had to give two detentions and she had at least taken off two hundred points today. Almost everybody was passing notes, in hope to find a date, and some of them were happily chatting about their new dress robes they bought.
At the end of the day she was exhausted. The rest of the days were as difficult to handle. The closer The Ball came, the more uncontrollable the students became. She actually let the sixth years of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor talk the last half hour. She was really getting out of her mind.
Even in Hermione's fourth year, when there was a Ball, she didn't act like this. Saturday morning, there were girls with big smiles on their faces and boys who looked nervous, because they didn't have a date yet.
Hermione decided to ignore everybody, and go read a book this morning. She still had to practice a couple of difficult spells for Monday morning, which she couldn't perform perfectly. After that, she would dress for the Ball. She would of course dress in normal robes. Why should she look beautiful after all?
She had to go to the Ball. All the teachers had to keep an eye on the students, in case they did something stupid.
So she walked to the second floor and into her office. She took the book out of her bookcase and began to read. After five minutes intents reading, there sounded a knock on the door.
She said a simple: "Come in."
Helga came in with her usual happy smile. "Hello Hermione! What's that? Are you reading a book! You're crazy, girl! Come on, you're coming with me."
"Where to?" Hermione asked surprised.
"To The Town Nearby of course!" She said. "Did you think I would let you come to the Ball with normal robes on? No, no. I asked my personal clothes maker to make you a dress too. She lives in The Town Nearby, that's why I have different clothes almost every day. Come on."
Hermione knew she couldn't get out of this one, so she stood up and followed her friend to the Gates of Hogwarts, that led to 'The Town Nearby,' as all the students and staff liked to call it.
They walked through the town. To her big surprise, the town was much larger than thousand years in the future. Then Hermione remembered this town had always been a target for Dark Wizards, because they always intended to destroy Hogwarts. These years were sure golden years of peace.
"Here it is," Helga said when they reached a normal little house. "She normally works in her store, but just in busy days and so. Last weekend she made a lot of money, because of the students, so she is very pleased. But I arranged for you that she would make a real special dress."
Helga knocked on the door, and a beautiful young woman opened the door. She was really one of the most beautiful women Hermione had ever seen. She had blond hair and blue eyes. Her hair reached to her waist and her eyes had something special in it. She had a nice figure and her skin must have been really soft.
"Hello Helga. Come in. You must be Hermione," she shook Hermione's hand. "I'm Willow. I just have to measure you. Than it will only take a minute of five until I'm finished. I've already got the dress. I hope you like it."
They walked into the cosy living room. It was decorated simple. but it was still very nice. They walked into another room, which was almost empty. There were only a couple of dressed hanging in the air (by magic, of course). Many mirrors were spread around the room.
"Here it is," said Willow, while taking the most beautiful dress Hermione had ever seen. It was entirely white. It wasn't just that it was perfect for Hermione, it was also glowing. "If you wear this, you'll get everyone's attention. It's made by the best clothes maker in the entire wizarding world. There are certain spells on it, that's what makes it so beautiful."
"But Helga," Hermione said. "You know I can't pay for this."
"I will pay for it of course! It's a gift from me. An early Christmas present." She smiled.
"Helga… I can't accept it."
"You don't want to see me angry," Helga whispered. It wasn't a threat. More like a joke about that she really wanted Hermione to accept the gift.
"Thank you Helga," Hermione said. She hugged her friend.
"You're very welcome."
~*~
Now that Hermione had a beautiful dress to wear, she was more exited of the Ball tonight. It wasn't that she was interested in somebody. She only promised herself that she was going to have a good time, and forget all about teaching, her family and her friends.
Hermione put a couple of spells on her unruly brown hair. Her hair had been this way for nineteen years. She only made it soft on special occasions, like the Yule Ball in her fourth year.
After putting some spells on herself, she put her dress on. The spells were replacements for make-up and some where like anti-sweat spells. She never thought she would use this spell. Hermione saw Lavender put it on herself for years every morning in their dorm.
Hermione looked in the mirror, and actually gasped. She had to admit she looked kind of nice. She let her hair down (usually she had her hair in a simple ponytail). Her face looked real pretty and her dress showed that she had a nice figure. The dress had no sleeves and it hang just over her knees. Hermione put on the shoes Helga have her after buying the dress.
It was nearly seven o'clock. Almost dinnertime.
Quickly she walked out of her bedroom, and into the Great Hall. It was decorated beautifully. There were hundred little lights hanging in the sky. They were in all sorts of colours. The rest of the Hall was decorated in the house colours.
Hermione sat down next to Slytherin and she noticed many people staring at her.
In stead of four large tables there were now about ten tables for twenty people. The feast meal was delicious. Everybody thought so, apparently. The House-Elves did their very best today.
As the plates disappeared from the tables Helga stood up. Everybody went quiet.
"As you all know there is a Ball now. I'm sorry the third years and down aren't allowed here right now. So, everybody who isn't coming to the ball, I wish you a goodnight. There will be a Ball soon enough were you will be able to come to. Now, I wish you all a pleasant evening. Let the Ball begin!"
Everybody stood up, and the tables and chairs disappeared.
Suddenly all sorts of snacks appeared on little tables on the sides of the Great Hall. Five people came into the hall, and stood where there was supposed to be the Head Table. There were two women, who actually looked quiet attractive. They sang well together, as the other men in the group played the instruments.
Slowly the students began to dance, and within ten minutes almost all the students were dancing. The teachers were keeping an eye on suspicious students, who could be starting a fight.
Hermione caught the eye of a fifth year Hufflepuff boy, who was walking towards her, nervously looking back. Behind him stood his Gryffindor friends, who were encouraging him to go to his Charms teacher.
"Eh, Professor Granger?" He asked nervously.
"Yes, Charlie?" Hermione asked friendly.
"I was wondering if… if you'd want to dance with me?"
Hermione noticed his so called 'friends' laughing at him behind his back. They were making a joke. She hated those kind of people. She looked at Charlie.
"Of course Charlie," Hermione said.
His three friends' jaw dropped as Hermione and the fifth year walked to the dance floor, and started to dance. The numbers were alright. For the 10th century, that is.
She danced with him for a couple of songs, until she was really tired. She walked of the dance floor again, being followed by Charlie.
"Thanks for dancing, Charlie," Hermione said smiling. "But I have to keep an eye on students too. And I see someone who would like to dance with you too." Hermione looked at a fourth year from Hufflepuff, who gave Charlie glances. The girl went red when she saw he was looking at her.
"Thank you Professor," he said smiling.
He walked over to the girl, and after a minute they were dancing together.
That moment Godric walked over to her.
"I see you're having a good time," he said.
"I'm sorry, Godric. I know I'm supposed to keep an eye on the students…"
Godric cut her off. "You shouldn't be sorry," he said. "This dance isn't only meant for the students, but also for the teachers. And there are enough teachers who aren't dancing." He looked at Snape and Slytherin, who were standing in a corner somewhere, looking at the students dangerously.
Hermione giggled.
"Would you like to have a dance with me? One song maybe? Please?" He begged.
"Of course," Hermione said.
While they were dancing Hermione asked: "It isn't illegal to dance with a student, is it?"
"No, it isn't. It's legal as long as the student wants it to."
"That's a good thing, because I was planning having a good time. I'll say yes to anyone who asks me to dance."
"Well, I think you're going to have a busy night, because you really do look charming."
"Thank you, Godric. You don't look that bad yourself."
He grinned.
When the song ended, Hermione was immediately being asked to dance again. This time it was a seventh year Ravenclaw.
After that she also danced with Felix Malfoy. He had a small talk with her. He was really friendly to her. They would maybe be friends one day. After Felix she also danced with Alexander Jones. Hermione thought he was dared to by Slytherin, to ask her dance, because she caught his eye while she was dancing. He was looking at Jones with hate. She was scared of him at that moment, but after a few seconds she could only think of dancing. Jones was a terrible dancer. He almost didn't move his feet.
Alexander only said one sentence to her, and then sat down again in one of the chairs.
The slow dances began. Hermione really had a good time. She danced with a nice Hufflepuff boy and with a Gryffindor. Then she realised that the students could be seeing her as a slut after this Ball, but she didn't care at the moment. All she wanted to do was dance, and forget everything.
"I want to see everyone at the dance floor!" The singer said. "Everybody! Come on, I want to see the teachers. And pairs! Women. You have the honour to ask. The men can't say no."
Hermione smiled as Rowena and Godric walked to the dance floor. She looked around. The only ones that weren't dancing were a few students, but after a couple of seconds even they were dancing.
She saw that the only ones left were Slytherin and Snape. Damn. Which one of those two would have the 'honour' to dance with her? She couldn't dance with Snape. She knew him too long to dance with him.
So, that was why she walked over to the two men.
They stood next to each other, looking at her.
"Salazar. Could I have the honour?" She asked.
To her big surprise he grinned at Snape and said a simple 'Yes.'.
Snape's look could kill as they walked to the rest of the students and faculty.
A moment before Slytherin took her in his arms, Hermione was sure she saw a glint of jealousy in Snape's eyes.
~*~*~
And that was chapter three!!! Hope you like it.
I know Hermione is a bit out of character. But is has been three years since GoF. People can change a lot in three years time. Tell me if you don't like this 'new' Hermione, who has a bit of a bad temper sometimes. She also is surer of herself. Well, review to tell me what you think of it!
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Thanks to: ~jamie~ ~casvv: Ik vind het echt jammer dat je niet van Hermelien/Sneep verhalen houdt, maar het gaat ook niet echt helemaal over hun. Het gaat meer over de vier… eh… hoe ze ook mogen heten in het Nederlands. Je weet wel. The Founders. Dus ik ga het niet alleen H/S romantiek doen. Dus blijf door lezen!~ ~Aemos~ ~arcm55~ ~sparklysilvernoodlez~ ~arcee: Yeh, actually really stupid of me letting them trust Hermione and Snape immediately. Only Salazar didn't trust them right away. I guest the only excuse I have is that they are really powerful wizards and they know who to trust. You're right, though.~ ~snowieaddz~ ~Aries~ ~SAngel~ ~Li-chan~ ~Abbaslily: I don't know if your review was meant good.~ ~Sophie W~ ~Tracy: Good looking! I did it on prupose HG/SS course it has to be a secret which of the two are going to be with Herm.~ ~Hudine~ ~xanpetuk~ ~Helen~ ~Marjo~ ~aemo's~ ~arcee~ ~Gabriele~ ~snowieaddz: Well, I saw ther people doing A/N during the story, so I thought: I'll try do it to. I won't do it if it annoys you. And about that his eyes were red. Well, when I read it again I also laughed! My fault if it's confusing~ ~Chimaeragurl: well, I'm not good at naming chapters. Sorry if it's confusing.~ ~Lady Requiem~ ~Shelly: Ahem. Well, I told you I don't know what's going in that time and I'm just to lazy to do research for a story. And I didn't know that witches weren't burned at that time, but in CoS is said that the wizards in that time have a difficult time. And that Hermione is childish or something about being like this to Snape? Well, I don't think I really understand you. But of course it's my story and I can make Hermione do whatever I want, so that's that. And about Hangman. The only think I want to say is: He's just stupid!~
Many of you are complaining about all my grammar mistakes. Well, don't do that anymore!!!! I'm really pissed about it, to be honest! Alright, I not one of the best in English, but I do my best! I'll try to find a beta- reader, but until then, please keep it to yourself. Don't forget I'm from Holland and only 14 years old and I've only had English lessons for 2 years.
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"Come in," Hermione said, while she was letting out a giant sigh.
To her big surprise Salazar Slytherin walked in her office.
Hermione stood up, in respect, but he nodded, as a sign for her to sit down. He settled his self in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"I'll come right to the point, Professor Granger," he said, in his usual cold voice. In her ears, it sounded even colder than Snape's voice. "One of my students told me that you took of points from my House, only because he did his Invisibility spell right. Is that true?"
"No," Hermione said, trying to get a hold of her temper. "He did do his spell right, but he also didn't use it for a good propose." He looked at her like he wanted to hear the whole story. "He made himself invisible and tried to embarrass me in front of my class."
Slytherin narrowed his eyes. "Well, Professor Granger. All the Heads of Hogwarts have decided not to give points to their own house, only when they have a real good reason for it, so I can not change this unfair action you did today. I suggest you think more clearly before you take off house points next time." Without another word, he stood up and disappeared out of the door. Hermione was speechless.
~*~
Hermione was angry at Slytherin, but didn't show it the next day. She decided to talk to Helga before her classes start. She didn't know how to handle this.
Helga and Hermione were walking to the Charms classroom together, as Hermione explained what had happened.
"That filthy Hangman boy! Oh, I always knew! I'm going to have a word with him!" She said, looking terrifying angry. Helga could be very nice, but when she was mad, you'd better be her friend.
"No, please don't Helga. It's Slytherin's responsibility after all. And if you talk to him, it will only make it worse. He'll think I can't handle the students by my self."
"Yes, you are right," Helga said, calming down a bit.
"Slytherin talked to me last night. He warned me not to take points off again without thinking."
"Salazar did WHAT? He didn't say anything to the boy?" The angry flash in her eyes was back.
"No, he didn't. He actually stood up for him. Helga! Please calm down," Hermione carefully took hold of her friend's arm as she was marching down the stairs. "It's alright."
"How dare he! Not saying anything to that pervert child! Students must respect their teachers, or else this school is going down!"
"Helga," Hermione said softly. "I can handle it. I just needed to tell someone. I promise it won't happen again. I'll try to be a better teacher."
"But Hermione," Helga said, her friendly face back again. They continued walking to the Charms room again. "It isn't your fault. The moment I saw you, I knew you'd be a good teacher. I also felt that with Severus. I heard he already terrified the Hufflepuff students to death. But I'm not mad at him. He had his own way of teaching. I respect that, even though I hate his tactics."
Hermione smiled. "To tell the truth, when I was in my first year, I had this idea in my head to make all teachers proud of me. They all were, after a few lessons, but even after almost seven years, Snape has never told me anything good about my work."
"Well," Helga said, "I'm sure he will one day."
'I hope so,' Hermione thought to herself.
~*~
Hermione was glad Helga hadn't told anything to Slytherin about that Hangman thing. The lessons that week went quite well and Hermione enjoyed telling the students things. She had always liked telling things to people that she knew about. Although when she was still at school, only a few would listen. Now she could make the students listen, by taking points off if they pointed their attention somewhere else. After her first lesson, she tried to be nice to students, but also tried to be in control. Everything went fine.
That Saturday morning, she knocked on Snape's office. She still remembered their appointment he made a few days ago. He still ignored Hermione as much as he could, as did Slytherin.
Hermione didn't even bothered to call him Salazar anymore, knowing he would only response to her by calling him Slytherin. How she hated him.
The whole school was excited about the fact they were having a Ball next week. All the students were busy trying to find a date. They found it a little embarrassing if you came alone, even though a few students were coming alone.
There was a trip this weekend, to the little wizarding town nearby, which had a few shops in it. Hermione was surprised by the fact the town didn't have a name in this year of history. She found it a bit weird, actually.
That was why the whole castle was quiet and Hermione could easily knock on Snape's door, without any stupid rumours going around.
A grumpy looking Snape opened the door.
"What?" He growled.
"I believe you said I could come and see you Saturday."
"Come in. And make it short."
Hermione walked in the dark office. He put a spell on the large window, so that it wouldn't let any sunlight in. After years living in the dungeon, I guest I would be grumpy, too.
"I've asked Salazar for an office in the dungeons. He said he would look for an appropriate one. What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"You know what I want to talk about," Hermione said angrily. "You have to help me find a way to get back to the future!"
"Why should I?"
Hermione didn't know what to say. Didn't he want to go back?
"I have just the same live here as I had in the future. Now I don't have tons of Death Eaters after me. Voldemort doesn't even exist at this moment. I have new faces to scare every day and I've got no one I care about in the future, and no one to care about me. So, why go back? This journey to the past has been a blessing for me."
Hermione tried to control herself. She didn't know if she wanted to burst into tears, or to explode from anger. Instead of one of them, she calmly stood up. "That means I have to find a way by my self. Good day, Professor. And thank you for your 'precious' time."
She walked out of the office and calmly into her own.
Now there was absolutely no hope at all.
~*~
Helga came visiting her that night, because she didn't appear at lunch and dinner.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" She had asked.
"Snape doesn't want to give me his help. He says he's happy here," Hermione said.
Helga sat besides her on the bed. "But, Hermione. Have you forgotten that Rowena, Godric and I are here for you? We all consider you as a friend and we would be happy to help you."
"You would?"
"Of course. We were actually surprised that you didn't come to us for help sooner."
"I guest it was stupid of my to think that you wouldn't help me," Hermione said miserably.
"Yes, it really was," Helga said smiling.
~*~
Monday morning was really horrible. She had to give two detentions and she had at least taken off two hundred points today. Almost everybody was passing notes, in hope to find a date, and some of them were happily chatting about their new dress robes they bought.
At the end of the day she was exhausted. The rest of the days were as difficult to handle. The closer The Ball came, the more uncontrollable the students became. She actually let the sixth years of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor talk the last half hour. She was really getting out of her mind.
Even in Hermione's fourth year, when there was a Ball, she didn't act like this. Saturday morning, there were girls with big smiles on their faces and boys who looked nervous, because they didn't have a date yet.
Hermione decided to ignore everybody, and go read a book this morning. She still had to practice a couple of difficult spells for Monday morning, which she couldn't perform perfectly. After that, she would dress for the Ball. She would of course dress in normal robes. Why should she look beautiful after all?
She had to go to the Ball. All the teachers had to keep an eye on the students, in case they did something stupid.
So she walked to the second floor and into her office. She took the book out of her bookcase and began to read. After five minutes intents reading, there sounded a knock on the door.
She said a simple: "Come in."
Helga came in with her usual happy smile. "Hello Hermione! What's that? Are you reading a book! You're crazy, girl! Come on, you're coming with me."
"Where to?" Hermione asked surprised.
"To The Town Nearby of course!" She said. "Did you think I would let you come to the Ball with normal robes on? No, no. I asked my personal clothes maker to make you a dress too. She lives in The Town Nearby, that's why I have different clothes almost every day. Come on."
Hermione knew she couldn't get out of this one, so she stood up and followed her friend to the Gates of Hogwarts, that led to 'The Town Nearby,' as all the students and staff liked to call it.
They walked through the town. To her big surprise, the town was much larger than thousand years in the future. Then Hermione remembered this town had always been a target for Dark Wizards, because they always intended to destroy Hogwarts. These years were sure golden years of peace.
"Here it is," Helga said when they reached a normal little house. "She normally works in her store, but just in busy days and so. Last weekend she made a lot of money, because of the students, so she is very pleased. But I arranged for you that she would make a real special dress."
Helga knocked on the door, and a beautiful young woman opened the door. She was really one of the most beautiful women Hermione had ever seen. She had blond hair and blue eyes. Her hair reached to her waist and her eyes had something special in it. She had a nice figure and her skin must have been really soft.
"Hello Helga. Come in. You must be Hermione," she shook Hermione's hand. "I'm Willow. I just have to measure you. Than it will only take a minute of five until I'm finished. I've already got the dress. I hope you like it."
They walked into the cosy living room. It was decorated simple. but it was still very nice. They walked into another room, which was almost empty. There were only a couple of dressed hanging in the air (by magic, of course). Many mirrors were spread around the room.
"Here it is," said Willow, while taking the most beautiful dress Hermione had ever seen. It was entirely white. It wasn't just that it was perfect for Hermione, it was also glowing. "If you wear this, you'll get everyone's attention. It's made by the best clothes maker in the entire wizarding world. There are certain spells on it, that's what makes it so beautiful."
"But Helga," Hermione said. "You know I can't pay for this."
"I will pay for it of course! It's a gift from me. An early Christmas present." She smiled.
"Helga… I can't accept it."
"You don't want to see me angry," Helga whispered. It wasn't a threat. More like a joke about that she really wanted Hermione to accept the gift.
"Thank you Helga," Hermione said. She hugged her friend.
"You're very welcome."
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Now that Hermione had a beautiful dress to wear, she was more exited of the Ball tonight. It wasn't that she was interested in somebody. She only promised herself that she was going to have a good time, and forget all about teaching, her family and her friends.
Hermione put a couple of spells on her unruly brown hair. Her hair had been this way for nineteen years. She only made it soft on special occasions, like the Yule Ball in her fourth year.
After putting some spells on herself, she put her dress on. The spells were replacements for make-up and some where like anti-sweat spells. She never thought she would use this spell. Hermione saw Lavender put it on herself for years every morning in their dorm.
Hermione looked in the mirror, and actually gasped. She had to admit she looked kind of nice. She let her hair down (usually she had her hair in a simple ponytail). Her face looked real pretty and her dress showed that she had a nice figure. The dress had no sleeves and it hang just over her knees. Hermione put on the shoes Helga have her after buying the dress.
It was nearly seven o'clock. Almost dinnertime.
Quickly she walked out of her bedroom, and into the Great Hall. It was decorated beautifully. There were hundred little lights hanging in the sky. They were in all sorts of colours. The rest of the Hall was decorated in the house colours.
Hermione sat down next to Slytherin and she noticed many people staring at her.
In stead of four large tables there were now about ten tables for twenty people. The feast meal was delicious. Everybody thought so, apparently. The House-Elves did their very best today.
As the plates disappeared from the tables Helga stood up. Everybody went quiet.
"As you all know there is a Ball now. I'm sorry the third years and down aren't allowed here right now. So, everybody who isn't coming to the ball, I wish you a goodnight. There will be a Ball soon enough were you will be able to come to. Now, I wish you all a pleasant evening. Let the Ball begin!"
Everybody stood up, and the tables and chairs disappeared.
Suddenly all sorts of snacks appeared on little tables on the sides of the Great Hall. Five people came into the hall, and stood where there was supposed to be the Head Table. There were two women, who actually looked quiet attractive. They sang well together, as the other men in the group played the instruments.
Slowly the students began to dance, and within ten minutes almost all the students were dancing. The teachers were keeping an eye on suspicious students, who could be starting a fight.
Hermione caught the eye of a fifth year Hufflepuff boy, who was walking towards her, nervously looking back. Behind him stood his Gryffindor friends, who were encouraging him to go to his Charms teacher.
"Eh, Professor Granger?" He asked nervously.
"Yes, Charlie?" Hermione asked friendly.
"I was wondering if… if you'd want to dance with me?"
Hermione noticed his so called 'friends' laughing at him behind his back. They were making a joke. She hated those kind of people. She looked at Charlie.
"Of course Charlie," Hermione said.
His three friends' jaw dropped as Hermione and the fifth year walked to the dance floor, and started to dance. The numbers were alright. For the 10th century, that is.
She danced with him for a couple of songs, until she was really tired. She walked of the dance floor again, being followed by Charlie.
"Thanks for dancing, Charlie," Hermione said smiling. "But I have to keep an eye on students too. And I see someone who would like to dance with you too." Hermione looked at a fourth year from Hufflepuff, who gave Charlie glances. The girl went red when she saw he was looking at her.
"Thank you Professor," he said smiling.
He walked over to the girl, and after a minute they were dancing together.
That moment Godric walked over to her.
"I see you're having a good time," he said.
"I'm sorry, Godric. I know I'm supposed to keep an eye on the students…"
Godric cut her off. "You shouldn't be sorry," he said. "This dance isn't only meant for the students, but also for the teachers. And there are enough teachers who aren't dancing." He looked at Snape and Slytherin, who were standing in a corner somewhere, looking at the students dangerously.
Hermione giggled.
"Would you like to have a dance with me? One song maybe? Please?" He begged.
"Of course," Hermione said.
While they were dancing Hermione asked: "It isn't illegal to dance with a student, is it?"
"No, it isn't. It's legal as long as the student wants it to."
"That's a good thing, because I was planning having a good time. I'll say yes to anyone who asks me to dance."
"Well, I think you're going to have a busy night, because you really do look charming."
"Thank you, Godric. You don't look that bad yourself."
He grinned.
When the song ended, Hermione was immediately being asked to dance again. This time it was a seventh year Ravenclaw.
After that she also danced with Felix Malfoy. He had a small talk with her. He was really friendly to her. They would maybe be friends one day. After Felix she also danced with Alexander Jones. Hermione thought he was dared to by Slytherin, to ask her dance, because she caught his eye while she was dancing. He was looking at Jones with hate. She was scared of him at that moment, but after a few seconds she could only think of dancing. Jones was a terrible dancer. He almost didn't move his feet.
Alexander only said one sentence to her, and then sat down again in one of the chairs.
The slow dances began. Hermione really had a good time. She danced with a nice Hufflepuff boy and with a Gryffindor. Then she realised that the students could be seeing her as a slut after this Ball, but she didn't care at the moment. All she wanted to do was dance, and forget everything.
"I want to see everyone at the dance floor!" The singer said. "Everybody! Come on, I want to see the teachers. And pairs! Women. You have the honour to ask. The men can't say no."
Hermione smiled as Rowena and Godric walked to the dance floor. She looked around. The only ones that weren't dancing were a few students, but after a couple of seconds even they were dancing.
She saw that the only ones left were Slytherin and Snape. Damn. Which one of those two would have the 'honour' to dance with her? She couldn't dance with Snape. She knew him too long to dance with him.
So, that was why she walked over to the two men.
They stood next to each other, looking at her.
"Salazar. Could I have the honour?" She asked.
To her big surprise he grinned at Snape and said a simple 'Yes.'.
Snape's look could kill as they walked to the rest of the students and faculty.
A moment before Slytherin took her in his arms, Hermione was sure she saw a glint of jealousy in Snape's eyes.
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And that was chapter three!!! Hope you like it.
I know Hermione is a bit out of character. But is has been three years since GoF. People can change a lot in three years time. Tell me if you don't like this 'new' Hermione, who has a bit of a bad temper sometimes. She also is surer of herself. Well, review to tell me what you think of it!
Thanks to everybody who reviewed! Here comes my personal thanks to everybody:
Thanks to: ~jamie~ ~casvv: Ik vind het echt jammer dat je niet van Hermelien/Sneep verhalen houdt, maar het gaat ook niet echt helemaal over hun. Het gaat meer over de vier… eh… hoe ze ook mogen heten in het Nederlands. Je weet wel. The Founders. Dus ik ga het niet alleen H/S romantiek doen. Dus blijf door lezen!~ ~Aemos~ ~arcm55~ ~sparklysilvernoodlez~ ~arcee: Yeh, actually really stupid of me letting them trust Hermione and Snape immediately. Only Salazar didn't trust them right away. I guest the only excuse I have is that they are really powerful wizards and they know who to trust. You're right, though.~ ~snowieaddz~ ~Aries~ ~SAngel~ ~Li-chan~ ~Abbaslily: I don't know if your review was meant good.~ ~Sophie W~ ~Tracy: Good looking! I did it on prupose HG/SS course it has to be a secret which of the two are going to be with Herm.~ ~Hudine~ ~xanpetuk~ ~Helen~ ~Marjo~ ~aemo's~ ~arcee~ ~Gabriele~ ~snowieaddz: Well, I saw ther people doing A/N during the story, so I thought: I'll try do it to. I won't do it if it annoys you. And about that his eyes were red. Well, when I read it again I also laughed! My fault if it's confusing~ ~Chimaeragurl: well, I'm not good at naming chapters. Sorry if it's confusing.~ ~Lady Requiem~ ~Shelly: Ahem. Well, I told you I don't know what's going in that time and I'm just to lazy to do research for a story. And I didn't know that witches weren't burned at that time, but in CoS is said that the wizards in that time have a difficult time. And that Hermione is childish or something about being like this to Snape? Well, I don't think I really understand you. But of course it's my story and I can make Hermione do whatever I want, so that's that. And about Hangman. The only think I want to say is: He's just stupid!~
Many of you are complaining about all my grammar mistakes. Well, don't do that anymore!!!! I'm really pissed about it, to be honest! Alright, I not one of the best in English, but I do my best! I'll try to find a beta- reader, but until then, please keep it to yourself. Don't forget I'm from Holland and only 14 years old and I've only had English lessons for 2 years.
Thank you!
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One more thing: If I get ONE review that says I'm doing something wrong I'm going to stop the story!!! You're all just complaining about me! Then I think it's better if nobody sees this story. I only do this because I like to write! I don't do this just for you or something. I'm really pissed here! If you don't like my story: Don't read it! I feel very sad when I get a review complaining about me.
Sorry about that. It just had to get out of my system.
I know the A/N are big this time, but it's only for once.