Okay then this is my first fanfic so please be nice. Don't bother with flames, if you do send one I have sausages that need to be eaten. Will eventually be HG/SS.
Disclaimer: all of the characters are J.K Rowling's, blah, blah, blah, I'm not making any money from this yadda, yadda, yadda, and erm all the other stuff I've forgotten to type.
Please r/r also you can e-mail me with any requests or suggestions on Daine52@hotmail, oh and *word* means that the word is in italics.
Death
With his trademark swoop Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry strode into the dungeons, which doubled as his classroom and private quarters.
"If I were you Weasley," realising he practically spat out the name, he continued unbothered, "I would put away that book unless you want to be accused of cheating in your end of year exam?"
Grudgingly Ron Weasley placed the book back into his bag and hoped that Hermione would remember not to put the ingredients straight back so that he could find out what to put in the Potion.
"As you all know this is your end of year exam, when you- if you fail, you will be kept back a year, only the talented among you will pass this exam" here Draco Malfoy the nastiest piece of work known to man and wizard kind, slid a smirk along to his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, "For this exam you will make a Health Potion, you have precisely two hours to complete it in. Should you fail to meet this time you will fail this class, and have to re-do this year with the current fifth years." After savagely glaring at them all Snape sat at his desk and began to mark second year essays on the different uses of mugwort in Potions, and the fourth year's essay's about the properties of witch hazel.
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Frowning every so often Snape's eyes would wander over the class of thirty or so. Half Slytherin, half Gryffindor, very bad mix. He had in fact had this same class for the past five years, and each year it had been harder to stop each member of Gryffindor to blow Malfoy's brain out of his head. Not an easy feat. As his eyes came to rest on the brown head of Hermione Granger, easily the cleverest girl ever to grace the halls of Hogwarts, he frowned more intensely, somehow he felt that she had been more affected by Potter's death than she let on. During the war between the wizarding world and Voldemort & co. Harry had died in a duel against Voldemort. An old curse more powerful than death had been unearthed and Harry had cast it upon Voldemort and had killed him for the last time, unfortunately Harry had been killed by a stay Death Eater while he was weak from the duel. After his death, the popularity of Hermione had suddenly gone sky high. Every one knew that she and Harry had been a couple at that time so everyone's sympathy was with her. However, naturally her newly acquired status was soon lost as every one began to forget about it. Snape however, was one teacher who quickly noticed how thin and gaunt Hermione began to look. Her usual perkiness was gone and in the stead of it came a solemnity, which worried Prof. McGonagall out of her mind. Sighing he gave himself over to marking the work of the second years, and the idiots that made up the fourth years.
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Working as efficient as she always had, Hermine let on no clues to the turmoil that was going on inside her. Every morning she woke up expecting to see Harry's face as she walked down the stairs to the common room, every time it hurt more to see his usual seat in the classes they shared empty or filled by a different pupil. Most of all she missed their nightly chats where they talked all through the night, somehow they had mutually agreed that once they had left Hogwarts they'd stay together, fight a little like most couples and then probably in time marry, of course neither of them had brought up the point but there was an understanding that didn't need words to express. Discretely Hermione wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye, and tipped three slivers of a nerine leaf into her cauldron, making sure that Ron could see what she was doing. Every test they had ever had together, Ron and Harry had copied off her when possible, Ron with the Weasley bluntness made it quite obvious what he was doing when the teacher was not looking whereas Harry had always done it quietly. 'Strange how you always seem to remember the little things about everyone.' she mused as she waited for the Potion to boil. After a few minutes Hermione checked to see whether it had boiled yet, peering over the rim, she caught sight of herself and blanched. She knew that she had lost a little weight recently but she hadn't known just how thin she looked nor how sunken her eyes looked. Her once bushy long brown hair now was nothing more than oily dull string. 'God, I need to wear more foundation!' was one of the thoughts buzzing around her head. Jerked out of her reverie of discovery by the bubbling liquid, Hermione took the charm off the cauldron and sprinkled in some pixie blood, which would give the Potion the needed power to work. Stirring it cautiously, Hermione checked on Neville's Potion for once he seemed to have it right, like most of the Potions around the classroom it was a deep magenta, he was almost finished, all he needed to do was put in the blood and wait for it to go brown, unfortunately for Neville the Potion went as clear as water, as the blood was sprinkled in. If Hermione knew her ingredients and their properties, Neville had just made a very powerful truth Potion often mistaken for bottled water. This had caught out many wizards and so wizarding parents exploited this and got an easy confession off naughty children. Snape noticing Neville's horrified face sneered, looked forward to the end of the exam when he would test the Potions.
******(end of the two hours)
Well Mr. Longbottom your Potion shall be the first to be tested, pass it to the neighbour on you left and Miss Granger shall test it." Although pleased by Neville's blatant shock Snape hoped that he hadn't made a complete bodge of the Potion, for Hermione's sake.
Hand shaking Hermione grasped the now bottled Potion and drank it in one large gulp.
"So, do you feel healthier than before?" Asked Snape silkily, knowing perfectly what the Potion actually was.
"No." the answer came through pursed lips.
"Lonbottom, I doubt if you made the correct Potion but you'll find out what your score was in your report."
All through the testing of the Potions, Hermione felt Snape's eyes following her, after seeing herself reflected in the Potion. She now knew why the teachers seemed to be more worried about her than say Ron who had been just as close to Harry as her.
"Granger see me after this class."Passing a glance to Ron, which pointed out Snape's obvious social problems Hermione acknowledged what Snape had said with a nod.
******
All too soon the end of the lesson came and Ron prepared to wait a while for Hermione outside of the Potions classroom.
"Granger sit down. You need to get Potter's death out in the open."
******
Sorry 'bout the abrupt ending, but I'm tired and I want to go to bed as it is 3:00 am, review and relieve yourself of those troublesome thoughts. Want more chapters? You're reviews will decide the output of my creativity, if no reviews come to pass, the fanfic will be exacerbated by my ramblings. (Sorry 'bout that bit, I did say it was the early hours)
-x-Kylaia-x-
Disclaimer: all of the characters are J.K Rowling's, blah, blah, blah, I'm not making any money from this yadda, yadda, yadda, and erm all the other stuff I've forgotten to type.
Please r/r also you can e-mail me with any requests or suggestions on Daine52@hotmail, oh and *word* means that the word is in italics.
Death
With his trademark swoop Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry strode into the dungeons, which doubled as his classroom and private quarters.
"If I were you Weasley," realising he practically spat out the name, he continued unbothered, "I would put away that book unless you want to be accused of cheating in your end of year exam?"
Grudgingly Ron Weasley placed the book back into his bag and hoped that Hermione would remember not to put the ingredients straight back so that he could find out what to put in the Potion.
"As you all know this is your end of year exam, when you- if you fail, you will be kept back a year, only the talented among you will pass this exam" here Draco Malfoy the nastiest piece of work known to man and wizard kind, slid a smirk along to his two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, "For this exam you will make a Health Potion, you have precisely two hours to complete it in. Should you fail to meet this time you will fail this class, and have to re-do this year with the current fifth years." After savagely glaring at them all Snape sat at his desk and began to mark second year essays on the different uses of mugwort in Potions, and the fourth year's essay's about the properties of witch hazel.
******
Frowning every so often Snape's eyes would wander over the class of thirty or so. Half Slytherin, half Gryffindor, very bad mix. He had in fact had this same class for the past five years, and each year it had been harder to stop each member of Gryffindor to blow Malfoy's brain out of his head. Not an easy feat. As his eyes came to rest on the brown head of Hermione Granger, easily the cleverest girl ever to grace the halls of Hogwarts, he frowned more intensely, somehow he felt that she had been more affected by Potter's death than she let on. During the war between the wizarding world and Voldemort & co. Harry had died in a duel against Voldemort. An old curse more powerful than death had been unearthed and Harry had cast it upon Voldemort and had killed him for the last time, unfortunately Harry had been killed by a stay Death Eater while he was weak from the duel. After his death, the popularity of Hermione had suddenly gone sky high. Every one knew that she and Harry had been a couple at that time so everyone's sympathy was with her. However, naturally her newly acquired status was soon lost as every one began to forget about it. Snape however, was one teacher who quickly noticed how thin and gaunt Hermione began to look. Her usual perkiness was gone and in the stead of it came a solemnity, which worried Prof. McGonagall out of her mind. Sighing he gave himself over to marking the work of the second years, and the idiots that made up the fourth years.
******
Working as efficient as she always had, Hermine let on no clues to the turmoil that was going on inside her. Every morning she woke up expecting to see Harry's face as she walked down the stairs to the common room, every time it hurt more to see his usual seat in the classes they shared empty or filled by a different pupil. Most of all she missed their nightly chats where they talked all through the night, somehow they had mutually agreed that once they had left Hogwarts they'd stay together, fight a little like most couples and then probably in time marry, of course neither of them had brought up the point but there was an understanding that didn't need words to express. Discretely Hermione wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye, and tipped three slivers of a nerine leaf into her cauldron, making sure that Ron could see what she was doing. Every test they had ever had together, Ron and Harry had copied off her when possible, Ron with the Weasley bluntness made it quite obvious what he was doing when the teacher was not looking whereas Harry had always done it quietly. 'Strange how you always seem to remember the little things about everyone.' she mused as she waited for the Potion to boil. After a few minutes Hermione checked to see whether it had boiled yet, peering over the rim, she caught sight of herself and blanched. She knew that she had lost a little weight recently but she hadn't known just how thin she looked nor how sunken her eyes looked. Her once bushy long brown hair now was nothing more than oily dull string. 'God, I need to wear more foundation!' was one of the thoughts buzzing around her head. Jerked out of her reverie of discovery by the bubbling liquid, Hermione took the charm off the cauldron and sprinkled in some pixie blood, which would give the Potion the needed power to work. Stirring it cautiously, Hermione checked on Neville's Potion for once he seemed to have it right, like most of the Potions around the classroom it was a deep magenta, he was almost finished, all he needed to do was put in the blood and wait for it to go brown, unfortunately for Neville the Potion went as clear as water, as the blood was sprinkled in. If Hermione knew her ingredients and their properties, Neville had just made a very powerful truth Potion often mistaken for bottled water. This had caught out many wizards and so wizarding parents exploited this and got an easy confession off naughty children. Snape noticing Neville's horrified face sneered, looked forward to the end of the exam when he would test the Potions.
******(end of the two hours)
Well Mr. Longbottom your Potion shall be the first to be tested, pass it to the neighbour on you left and Miss Granger shall test it." Although pleased by Neville's blatant shock Snape hoped that he hadn't made a complete bodge of the Potion, for Hermione's sake.
Hand shaking Hermione grasped the now bottled Potion and drank it in one large gulp.
"So, do you feel healthier than before?" Asked Snape silkily, knowing perfectly what the Potion actually was.
"No." the answer came through pursed lips.
"Lonbottom, I doubt if you made the correct Potion but you'll find out what your score was in your report."
All through the testing of the Potions, Hermione felt Snape's eyes following her, after seeing herself reflected in the Potion. She now knew why the teachers seemed to be more worried about her than say Ron who had been just as close to Harry as her.
"Granger see me after this class."Passing a glance to Ron, which pointed out Snape's obvious social problems Hermione acknowledged what Snape had said with a nod.
******
All too soon the end of the lesson came and Ron prepared to wait a while for Hermione outside of the Potions classroom.
"Granger sit down. You need to get Potter's death out in the open."
******
Sorry 'bout the abrupt ending, but I'm tired and I want to go to bed as it is 3:00 am, review and relieve yourself of those troublesome thoughts. Want more chapters? You're reviews will decide the output of my creativity, if no reviews come to pass, the fanfic will be exacerbated by my ramblings. (Sorry 'bout that bit, I did say it was the early hours)
-x-Kylaia-x-