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A/N: Thank you to all the readers and reviewers. Your constant support helps us to create the masterpiece that you are
enjoying today. Our deepest apologies at the tardiness of this chapter. We also apologize for the fact that this chapter is
so short, but in order to make it all work, it had to be done. Thanks for understanding. Also, Taryn has done some illustrations of
characters and if you would like to check them out, go to the photo's section at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/grangersnape
True to her word, Hermione went on a Severus hunt; successful in her quest when she located him in the Defense Against the
Dark Arts classroom. She didn't find him in high spirits; instead, walking in on the middle of a very heated argument with
who she presumed was the new DADA professor.
"Oh don't give me that bull!" The blonde man spat, circling Severus like a bird seeking it's prey. "You're a traitor!" he
seethed, hissing out every syllable with a remarkable snake-like quality. "A Gryffindor, Severus! And a mudblood no less!"
He said Gryffindor as if it were an incurable disease, grinding out mudblood with similar distaste. Hermione winced at the
verbal lashing; fearing, and yet anxiously awaiting her husband's next move. It was not at all what she had expected.
"Malfoy," he drawled, bringing to light the mysterious blonde; whom she now recognized when able to put a name to the face.
"You're silly antics bore me. If I wanted to spar with verbal assault of inane and unintelligent origins, I would pay
Hagrid a visit. As it is, your no better than he... a dundering oaf!" He punctuated the last syllable with a satisfied 'hmpf'
and, smirking, turned to leave the room.
Hermione made no effort to conceal her presence as her husband left the classroom of a very angry, seething DADA professor.
"Draco is the new DADA professor?" Hermione's tone hinted at amusement, as she smirked in the general direction of Severus.
Grinning back, he leaned in, whispering in her ear as Professors McGonnagal and Sprout passed by.
"Let us pray that the position is as cursed as it is rumored to be."
~*~
The Sorting was uneventful to Hermione. She clapped at all the appropriate times, a little more-so when a new Gryffindor was
sorted. With her husband on one side and Ginny and Harry on the other; however, the feast was a delight: good food and good
company. She and Ginny mainly discussed the arrangements for the weeks to come; Ginny having to assure her many times that
she was quite capable of taking care of Taryn and Pepper both. While they conversed, the two for mentioned toddlers sat on the
floor behind them, paying more attention to the ceiling, rather than each other.
Halfway through the meal, Albus leaned over to whisper conspiratorially in Severus' ear.
"So, my man, did you sleep on the sofa last night?" grinning at the deep blush the suddenly covered the potion master's
face, he continued. "I'll take that as a no!" winking, he returned to his conversation with Minerva.
"Dear, what did Albus want?" Hermione asked sweetly when she noticed Severus' flushed state.
"Nothing..." he squeaked, then clearing his throat, echoed another quiet "Nothing."
"Ok, if you say so." She grinned, amused as his clearly disheveled state. She had indeed heard Albus' inquiry, and delighted
in seeing her husband squirm. Turning back to Ginny, she opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a loud howl, coming
from her angered child. Turning around, she saw Taryn clinging to Severus, her hand beet red and most likely broken; Draco
Malfoy behind, smirking triumphantly.
"Watch where you put your trash, mudblood." he whispered into Hermione's ear, causing her to flush with anger and whip her
wand out. A collective gasp echoed from students and staff alike as Hermione stood, circling Malfoy; much the same way
he had with Severus the day before.
"How dare you injure my child." Hermione spoke with quiet rage, glaring daggers at her former classmate. Crossing his arms and
rolling his eyes, he looked at the child in a seething Severus' arms, then back to Hermione.
"I don't know what you are talking about. She probably hit it on something. You know how easily infants can injure themselves."
Turning on his heel, he swept gracefully out of the Great Hall, leaving startled expressions on every face.
"Oh Malfoy...you just screwed yourself over..." she grumbled to herself as she took Taryn's injured hand in her palm and
recited a quick healing spell. "Big time."
A/N: Thank you to all the readers and reviewers. Your constant support helps us to create the masterpiece that you are
enjoying today. Our deepest apologies at the tardiness of this chapter. We also apologize for the fact that this chapter is
so short, but in order to make it all work, it had to be done. Thanks for understanding. Also, Taryn has done some illustrations of
characters and if you would like to check them out, go to the photo's section at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/grangersnape
True to her word, Hermione went on a Severus hunt; successful in her quest when she located him in the Defense Against the
Dark Arts classroom. She didn't find him in high spirits; instead, walking in on the middle of a very heated argument with
who she presumed was the new DADA professor.
"Oh don't give me that bull!" The blonde man spat, circling Severus like a bird seeking it's prey. "You're a traitor!" he
seethed, hissing out every syllable with a remarkable snake-like quality. "A Gryffindor, Severus! And a mudblood no less!"
He said Gryffindor as if it were an incurable disease, grinding out mudblood with similar distaste. Hermione winced at the
verbal lashing; fearing, and yet anxiously awaiting her husband's next move. It was not at all what she had expected.
"Malfoy," he drawled, bringing to light the mysterious blonde; whom she now recognized when able to put a name to the face.
"You're silly antics bore me. If I wanted to spar with verbal assault of inane and unintelligent origins, I would pay
Hagrid a visit. As it is, your no better than he... a dundering oaf!" He punctuated the last syllable with a satisfied 'hmpf'
and, smirking, turned to leave the room.
Hermione made no effort to conceal her presence as her husband left the classroom of a very angry, seething DADA professor.
"Draco is the new DADA professor?" Hermione's tone hinted at amusement, as she smirked in the general direction of Severus.
Grinning back, he leaned in, whispering in her ear as Professors McGonnagal and Sprout passed by.
"Let us pray that the position is as cursed as it is rumored to be."
~*~
The Sorting was uneventful to Hermione. She clapped at all the appropriate times, a little more-so when a new Gryffindor was
sorted. With her husband on one side and Ginny and Harry on the other; however, the feast was a delight: good food and good
company. She and Ginny mainly discussed the arrangements for the weeks to come; Ginny having to assure her many times that
she was quite capable of taking care of Taryn and Pepper both. While they conversed, the two for mentioned toddlers sat on the
floor behind them, paying more attention to the ceiling, rather than each other.
Halfway through the meal, Albus leaned over to whisper conspiratorially in Severus' ear.
"So, my man, did you sleep on the sofa last night?" grinning at the deep blush the suddenly covered the potion master's
face, he continued. "I'll take that as a no!" winking, he returned to his conversation with Minerva.
"Dear, what did Albus want?" Hermione asked sweetly when she noticed Severus' flushed state.
"Nothing..." he squeaked, then clearing his throat, echoed another quiet "Nothing."
"Ok, if you say so." She grinned, amused as his clearly disheveled state. She had indeed heard Albus' inquiry, and delighted
in seeing her husband squirm. Turning back to Ginny, she opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a loud howl, coming
from her angered child. Turning around, she saw Taryn clinging to Severus, her hand beet red and most likely broken; Draco
Malfoy behind, smirking triumphantly.
"Watch where you put your trash, mudblood." he whispered into Hermione's ear, causing her to flush with anger and whip her
wand out. A collective gasp echoed from students and staff alike as Hermione stood, circling Malfoy; much the same way
he had with Severus the day before.
"How dare you injure my child." Hermione spoke with quiet rage, glaring daggers at her former classmate. Crossing his arms and
rolling his eyes, he looked at the child in a seething Severus' arms, then back to Hermione.
"I don't know what you are talking about. She probably hit it on something. You know how easily infants can injure themselves."
Turning on his heel, he swept gracefully out of the Great Hall, leaving startled expressions on every face.
"Oh Malfoy...you just screwed yourself over..." she grumbled to herself as she took Taryn's injured hand in her palm and
recited a quick healing spell. "Big time."