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A/N: Wow! People actually like this story! Heh. I ish so proud. And in answer to a question I received, to make it was frank as possible, 'No, Hermione is not Louisa'. But hey, I have a twisted mind. The answer may change.
Hermione Granger entered her first class of the day- History of Magic, Harry and Ron not too far behind. Professor Binns floated in, as the Trio sat down, and pulled out their quills, ready for possibly the most boring lesson of the day. Even Hermione felt herself beginning to daydream as their ghostly professor started to drone on about the ancient Eurasian witches and wizards. She quickly scribbled down some important names that they had to know, as Professor Binns glided over to his desk, and picked up a piece of parchment.
"Now, if I may have your attention, please," he began, glancing up at his students, who looked so bored, they would have easily handed over their quills for a Potions Lesson. "We will be starting a new topic soon. For this topic, you will need to do a fair bit of research in the Hogwarts Library- Mister Finnigan, please turn this way! Much better, now the topic will be 'Past Hogwarts students'. Please write that down"
Hermione quickly scribbled down the subject, her mind filed with questions. 'Past Hogwarts Students? What did that mean?' Her attention was quickly reverted back to the teacher, as he continued.
'You will be reading up the history, and, if they are still alive, were they are now, and what they are doing. You will be handing this in as a report, and later will write an essay in class" he finished, his pale face staring out at his class. He placed the parchment back on his desk. Hermione frowned, as she stared down at the topic, her mind thinking rapidly. Even if she didn't think it was necessary for her to, she decided that she would go and get some back-up information on some past students after the lesson.
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Lunch time. Possibly the worst hour of the day, along with breakfast and dinner, Severus thought, sitting down at his usual seat. This was the time where he would have to talk to the other faculty members, and act as if he almost enjoyed what they were saying. It used to be tolerable before, but now, with the Yule Ball less then a week away, it was at the top of the list of the chat topic. And, just as he had expected, the topic quickly changed from the latest Qudditch game- Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff- to what decorations should be put up around the Great Hall- whether they should be Christmas colors, red and green, or shimmering silver and gold. Personally, Severus didn't really care, as long as he didn't have to attend. Yet, being a teacher, he would have to, whether he wanted to or not. Albus Dumbledore turned to him.
'Please don't ask me,' he thought, 'Not me, you annoying-'
"What do you think, Severus? Red and green, or silver and gold?"
Severus pretended to think about it, before replying. "What about blue and white?" he answered. 'Blue and white? Where did that come from?' He thought, frowning inwardly. Albus raised his eyebrows, and turned to the rest of the staff. They spoke briefly about Severus' opinion, and quickly returned to the prior conversation. Severus fingers clung around his fork, as he took a quick bite of his pumpkin-and-steak pie. Blue and white- that was the color of the robes Louisa wore for their very first Yule Ball. She looked very elegant, especially with her hair twisted into a French Roll. He invited her of course, yet he could tell Lucius wasn't pleased. 'That bastard,' he thought, his knuckles turning white, 'What did he have against Louisa?'
***
Hermione jumped up from her seat at the Gryffindor.
"'Mione, whatcha doin'?" Ron asked, his mouth full of custard pie.
"I'm going to the library. I have to get some research done," she muttered quickly, gathering her things.
"On what?"
"Our new History of Magic topic- Past Hogwarts students"
Ron gaped at her. "Hermione, we haven't even started that yet!"
"All the reason for me to get started!" she said, and dashed off.
Ron shook his head as he watched her speed off.
***
Hermione walked slowly down the History side of the Hogwarts Library, her fingers running along the dusty covers of the books.
"History of famous wizards. Witches and wizards if the eighteen hundreds." she muttered, as Madam Pince quickly strolled down to meet her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Granger. What brings you here today?" she asked politely, nodding her head in a welcome.
"We're starting a new topic in History of Magic- Past Hogwarts students- and I was just trying to do some research" Madame Pince, nodding.
"Why don't you try looking at the old annuals? Maybe they can help. They're right over there!" the librarian pointed over to a dusty corner of the library, where a stack of black, hardback books. Hermione nodded, and quickly skipped over.
***
Severus Snape ran a hand through his thick, fairly greasy hair, as he sat at his personal desk in his office. Louisa was always very picky about is appearance. She always made sure he was neatly dressed, with his long hair tied back in a short, fairly girlish looking ponytail. She even once walked on him dressing into his school robes. He was horrified- him standing there, beside his bed in nothing but a pair of dark green boxers. Louisa hadn't said anything, but pulled out her hairbrush, kneeled on his bed, began to brush his hair, and gave him a small speech about good hair care. Even though he was twelve at the time, Severus had to admit it was; well, almost erotic. He smiled at the memory, as a shiver ran down his spine. His fingers drummed on the wooden desk, as a dreamy look crossed his dark eyes. He quickly jumped out of the chair, and walked over to his bed. His head quickly hit the pillow, and closed his eyes, another memory crossing his mind, though one that wasn't fond.
'Lucius glared at his friend.
"For the sake of Merlin, Severus, why do you hang around with that girl?"
Severus frowned beginning to feel a little embarrassed.
"She's my friend. Why shouldn't I?" he snapped, sticking up for his friend.
"But she's not a pure witch- did you know her father was a mudblood?"
"Don't you dare call her that!" Severus growled, rage overcoming his embarrassment.
"Oh, please Severus, you and I both know that one day she'll turn into a mublood-loving girl, just like Gryffindors"
Severus frowned. Even if she was a half-caste- or mudblood was Lucius had called her- she was still his friend. Perhaps even loved her-
TBC
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A/N: Thanks to every who reviewed! I now have a total of six reviews! Ha- ha! Well, thanks again! Hope you like this chapter! And please press the button below, and review! Spanks!
A/N: Wow! People actually like this story! Heh. I ish so proud. And in answer to a question I received, to make it was frank as possible, 'No, Hermione is not Louisa'. But hey, I have a twisted mind. The answer may change.
Hermione Granger entered her first class of the day- History of Magic, Harry and Ron not too far behind. Professor Binns floated in, as the Trio sat down, and pulled out their quills, ready for possibly the most boring lesson of the day. Even Hermione felt herself beginning to daydream as their ghostly professor started to drone on about the ancient Eurasian witches and wizards. She quickly scribbled down some important names that they had to know, as Professor Binns glided over to his desk, and picked up a piece of parchment.
"Now, if I may have your attention, please," he began, glancing up at his students, who looked so bored, they would have easily handed over their quills for a Potions Lesson. "We will be starting a new topic soon. For this topic, you will need to do a fair bit of research in the Hogwarts Library- Mister Finnigan, please turn this way! Much better, now the topic will be 'Past Hogwarts students'. Please write that down"
Hermione quickly scribbled down the subject, her mind filed with questions. 'Past Hogwarts Students? What did that mean?' Her attention was quickly reverted back to the teacher, as he continued.
'You will be reading up the history, and, if they are still alive, were they are now, and what they are doing. You will be handing this in as a report, and later will write an essay in class" he finished, his pale face staring out at his class. He placed the parchment back on his desk. Hermione frowned, as she stared down at the topic, her mind thinking rapidly. Even if she didn't think it was necessary for her to, she decided that she would go and get some back-up information on some past students after the lesson.
***
Lunch time. Possibly the worst hour of the day, along with breakfast and dinner, Severus thought, sitting down at his usual seat. This was the time where he would have to talk to the other faculty members, and act as if he almost enjoyed what they were saying. It used to be tolerable before, but now, with the Yule Ball less then a week away, it was at the top of the list of the chat topic. And, just as he had expected, the topic quickly changed from the latest Qudditch game- Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff- to what decorations should be put up around the Great Hall- whether they should be Christmas colors, red and green, or shimmering silver and gold. Personally, Severus didn't really care, as long as he didn't have to attend. Yet, being a teacher, he would have to, whether he wanted to or not. Albus Dumbledore turned to him.
'Please don't ask me,' he thought, 'Not me, you annoying-'
"What do you think, Severus? Red and green, or silver and gold?"
Severus pretended to think about it, before replying. "What about blue and white?" he answered. 'Blue and white? Where did that come from?' He thought, frowning inwardly. Albus raised his eyebrows, and turned to the rest of the staff. They spoke briefly about Severus' opinion, and quickly returned to the prior conversation. Severus fingers clung around his fork, as he took a quick bite of his pumpkin-and-steak pie. Blue and white- that was the color of the robes Louisa wore for their very first Yule Ball. She looked very elegant, especially with her hair twisted into a French Roll. He invited her of course, yet he could tell Lucius wasn't pleased. 'That bastard,' he thought, his knuckles turning white, 'What did he have against Louisa?'
***
Hermione jumped up from her seat at the Gryffindor.
"'Mione, whatcha doin'?" Ron asked, his mouth full of custard pie.
"I'm going to the library. I have to get some research done," she muttered quickly, gathering her things.
"On what?"
"Our new History of Magic topic- Past Hogwarts students"
Ron gaped at her. "Hermione, we haven't even started that yet!"
"All the reason for me to get started!" she said, and dashed off.
Ron shook his head as he watched her speed off.
***
Hermione walked slowly down the History side of the Hogwarts Library, her fingers running along the dusty covers of the books.
"History of famous wizards. Witches and wizards if the eighteen hundreds." she muttered, as Madam Pince quickly strolled down to meet her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Granger. What brings you here today?" she asked politely, nodding her head in a welcome.
"We're starting a new topic in History of Magic- Past Hogwarts students- and I was just trying to do some research" Madame Pince, nodding.
"Why don't you try looking at the old annuals? Maybe they can help. They're right over there!" the librarian pointed over to a dusty corner of the library, where a stack of black, hardback books. Hermione nodded, and quickly skipped over.
***
Severus Snape ran a hand through his thick, fairly greasy hair, as he sat at his personal desk in his office. Louisa was always very picky about is appearance. She always made sure he was neatly dressed, with his long hair tied back in a short, fairly girlish looking ponytail. She even once walked on him dressing into his school robes. He was horrified- him standing there, beside his bed in nothing but a pair of dark green boxers. Louisa hadn't said anything, but pulled out her hairbrush, kneeled on his bed, began to brush his hair, and gave him a small speech about good hair care. Even though he was twelve at the time, Severus had to admit it was; well, almost erotic. He smiled at the memory, as a shiver ran down his spine. His fingers drummed on the wooden desk, as a dreamy look crossed his dark eyes. He quickly jumped out of the chair, and walked over to his bed. His head quickly hit the pillow, and closed his eyes, another memory crossing his mind, though one that wasn't fond.
'Lucius glared at his friend.
"For the sake of Merlin, Severus, why do you hang around with that girl?"
Severus frowned beginning to feel a little embarrassed.
"She's my friend. Why shouldn't I?" he snapped, sticking up for his friend.
"But she's not a pure witch- did you know her father was a mudblood?"
"Don't you dare call her that!" Severus growled, rage overcoming his embarrassment.
"Oh, please Severus, you and I both know that one day she'll turn into a mublood-loving girl, just like Gryffindors"
Severus frowned. Even if she was a half-caste- or mudblood was Lucius had called her- she was still his friend. Perhaps even loved her-
TBC
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A/N: Thanks to every who reviewed! I now have a total of six reviews! Ha- ha! Well, thanks again! Hope you like this chapter! And please press the button below, and review! Spanks!