The Blood of Ronald Weasley
For those of you who don't know, "Peverell" means "piper or whistler" and it's famous from the novel "Peveril of the Peak" by Sir Walter Scott. (I know they're spelled differently, I had nothing to do with that.) And "Cornelia" means "Yellowish or horn colored." So I guess Professor Peverell should be blonde…and as clever as I may be, I am no JKR…
CHAPETER SEVEN: MYRTLE, SNAPE, AND SNEAKING OUT
Hermione and Ron made their way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom without another word. By the time they got there, Hermione seemed to have calmed down.
Ron remembered all the time he had spent here in his second year. The entrance still read "Out of Order" and he supposed Myrtle never did get used to having people in and out of her bathroom everyday. And he supposed no girl would like being whined at while she was in the bathroom.
"Put the cauldron on the loo, Ron," Hermione instructed.
Ron did as he was told. He saw Myrtle come up from the u-bend, surprise etched on her transparent face.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"What does it look like? Making a potion," Ron answered.
"Why do you insist on bothering me so? Why don't you torment some other ghost?" Myrtle whined.
Hermione conjured up a small blue fire and placed it beneath the cauldron. "Because we like you the best Myrtle," she answered as pleasantly as she could.
"Liar. Where's the dark-haired boy? He hasn't come to visit me since the time he came to the Prefect's bathroom. He promised he'd come to see me sometimes."
"Harry? Well, he'll be along soon. Ginny and Neville too, I suppose," Hermione said.
"Oh, I've met Ginny. Little red-headed girl isn't she? I've never met this Neville person. He'll probably not like me because I'm dead!" Myrtle let out a sob and slid back down the u-bend and out of sight.
Ron rolled his eyes and whispered, "Nutters, that one is."
Hermione merely nodded. "Thank goodness the full moon is tomorrow night. We'll be able to get the fluxweed then. Do you think you should go find Harry and Ginny and bring them down here? And maybe Neville?"
"Why? There isn't anything for them to do. And they'd just interrupt us."
"And what are we doing?" she asked, a bright gleam in her brown eyes.
"Snogging," he answered. With that, he turned her around and kissed her.
There they stood for quite a few minutes, just kissing and enjoying the time alone. Then they heard someone whistling suggestively.
"Myrtle!"
"Well, now I see why you're really here! Why don't you take that someplace else!"
"Well, if you insist. How's the potion, honey? All set for the night?" Ron asked.
Hermione blushed at the pet name. She leaned over the cauldron and nodded her head. "Yes, I'll check on in again tomorrow morning and I'll add the fluxweed tomorrow night."
"Good. Have a nice evening, Myrtle!" Ron called back as he led Hermione out of the bathroom.
She let out a wail and they heard the toilet flush.
"What an unfriendly ghost."
"Well, wouldn't you be a little sad if you were dead?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, but she's been dead more than fifty years. You'd think you'd learn to live with being dead, eh?" Ron frowned. "Okay, so that wasn't the best choice of words, but you know what I mean."
"Yes, sadly I do. Where are we going?" she asked, noticing that they had missed the turnoff for Gryffindor Tower.
"Library."
"But it closed an hour ago!"
"Didn't say we were going to study." Ron turned to her and grinned.
"Oh, making out in the stacks, very romantic." She tried to sound sarcastic, but ruined it with the big smile on her face.
They walked up the final staircase to the library and Ron opened the heavy door quietly.
"After you, m'lady," he whispered.
"Thank you, sir." Hermione smiled again and stpped into the library. It was dark, and although she knew the layout like the back of her hand, she got out her wand and muttered, "Lumos."
Ron shut the door, trying not to make a noise.
"We'll need to be really quiet Ron," Hermione said, "After all, we don't have the invisibility cloak."
"Don't we?" Ron pulled the silvery garment out of the pocket of his robes.
"When did you get that?"
"Asked Harry if I could borrow it this morning." Ron blushed slightly, but in the dark, Hermione didn't see.
"So you've been planning this little interlude all day?"
"Well, yeah." Ron wasn't sure if she'd be mad or not, so he spoke quietly.
By the wandlight, he saw Hermione smile. "I suppose Harry's happy he doesn't have to ask you to borrow the cloak."
"Why? 'Cause I'd always be using it?"
"No, because you'd kill him for using it to be alone with Ginny." Hermione leaned in for a kiss, but he was distracted.
"WHAT? How—did he tell you that's what he's been doing?"
"Shh, you'll have Filch up here. No, he hasn't told me anything of the sort and I think you're overreacting!"
"But she's just a little kid!"
"She isn't Ron. How many times do I have to tell you that? She's a woman grown, and quite smart at that. I often go to her for advice and--"
"You ask my little sister for DATING advice?"
"Ron, you really must lower your voice! And if all you want to do is talk, we'd best get back to the common room before we're missed." Hermione made a move for the door, but Ron grabbed her around the waist and spun her around.
"I think we can stay a while longer."
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After they left the library, they wandered around the castle under the invisibility cloak, just walking and holding hands. Soon they found themselves outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and Hermione pulled Ron to the wall.
"Ahh, up for another round I see--"
"No, shh, listen. That's Snape in there. He's talking to Professor Peverell."
"Poor lady. Why are they out at twelve thirty in the morning?" Ron asked.
"I don't know."
The voices carried out of the classroom and Ron and Hermione could hear every word from their spot in the corridor.
"Is that to your liking, Nelia?" Sanpe asked.
"Oh yes, Severus. It's delicious. What did you say to them to get them to cook such a feast?"
"Ah, well, as charming as I am" (Ron gagged) "House elves usually don't need a lot of persuading. And they do have a soft spot for teachers."
"Well, I also have a soft spot for a certain potions master," Professor Peverell said.
Hermione grabbed Ron by the hand and walked as quickly and as quietly as she could.
When they were safely in the common room, they collapsed onto the nearest couch and Ron let loose the giggles he had been holding in.
"Oh, that is brilliant, Snape hitting on Professor Peverell…" Ron managed to gasp out.
"Well, it isn't that funny. They are human beings, after all," Hermione admonished.
"Yes, but ohh, that's creepy! Snape and Peverell? Oh, that's disgusting." Ron was still laughing, but when he saw the look on Hermione's face, he stopped abruptly.
"What's the matter?"
"Even though he's never been your favorite person, he does deserve some happiness. And after all the work he's done in years past, spying for Dumbledroe and all—well, I think he needs her."
Ron nodded. Even though he still thought it was hysterically funny-he'd have to tell Harry when he went up to bed-he wasn't going to pursue the matter. They were on too good of terms to spoil it over Snape of all people.
"Well, good night, hun." Ron stood, pecked Hermione on the check, and they walked up the stairs of their respective dormitories.
After Ron changed his clothes, he remembered a transfiguration assignment. He was up until one-forty-five finishing it, but Neville was right, he didn't want a detention from McGonagall.
Right after he'd blown out his candle, he heard someone Seamus sneak out the door. So Hermione was right, he thought. He is seeing Lavender.
He wondered if he might get away with sneaking out at two in the morning, and then reconsidered. Hermione wouldn't stand for talk like that. And that was just fine with him-for now.
And then he had a terrible thought. What if Harry snuck out with Ginny? Well, he'd just have to kill his best mate, he thought as he drifted off to sleep. He was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn't realize Neville's snores were also absent from the dormitory.
Okay, please review…Hoped you liked it!! It creeped me out a little to write about Snape like that, but oh well…