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about me being queen of the world.
A/N: Well, in answer to SilverWolf's question, that may come up later in the story. Or it may not. Though, if anyone else is wondering, I promise you a hint may come in this chapter. And Slytherin Girl- well; just keep reading *hint, hint*.
Hermione groaned as the lunch bell rang. 'Potions already?' she thought, shutting the 1984 Hogwarts Annual. She picked up the book, and replaced it back in its rightful spot. She had found many, well, boring people. 'Though, Harry's parents had been in there', she thought 'along with Lupin, and Sirius- oh, and Lucius and Snape!' Hermione shook her head, as she felt a wave of girlish giggles coming on. She quickly dashed upstairs to the Gryffindor Common Room, and grabbed her Potions equipment. As she ran back downstairs, her book bag bulging, the bell rang once again, symbolizing the beginning of the lesson. 'Oh, no! Snape's going to be berserk!' she thought, fretfully. As she spun around the corner, before running down the stairs to the dungeons, a thought crossed her mind. There was a girl in one of the photos with Snape. Her name was at the bottom of the photo. What was it again? Louise, or Louisa? Oh well, it didn't matter this very moment. Hermione jumped down the last few steps, before bursting into the Potions Classroom.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I'm so glad you can grace us with your presence" the Potions Master sneered, as the rest of the class looked over at her.
Hermione bit her lip, before trying to explain, "I'm sorry, Professor, but I was in the library-"
"Why am I'm not surprised?"
"-And I got sidetracked!" Hermione felt a small trickle of blood, as she cut through the skin of her lip.
"Miss Granger, you do realize that class begins right after lunch, no?"
"Yes, sir, I do," She replied, nodding.
"And it has been for the past six years?"
"Yes, sir," she repeated, nodding once more. Snape frowned, and pointed to an empty desk, before returning to his own.
"I'll see you after class, Miss Granger," he muttered, groaning inwardly. Now he would have to spend time after class with that irritable girl. Hermione's thick eyebrows' shot up like as if she had been dunked into a bucket full of ice-cold water- like the lake in wintertime. After class with Snape? 'He needs a good thump!' Hermione thought angrily. He felt the eyes of fellow Gryffindors piercing into the back of her head. Hermione Granger, the goody-goody two-shoes on detention? The thought was laughable, but right now this was no laughing matter. Snape was angry already, for reasons unknown, and not even a Slytherin dared to make a sneering comment.
***
After the terrible Potions Lesson, Hermione remained in her desk, her head hanging in shame. She felt Harry and Ron's hands give her a 'good-luck' pat on the back, but she felt no better. She set her cauldron on the ground, and rested her head in her hands as the last of the students filed out of the door.
"Stop acting as if the world has ended, Miss Granger," her teacher muttered, going through a pile of parchment, "It's only for an hour".
'An hour?' Hermione thought, 'In an hour I could learn all One Thousand Advanced Herbs for Joyous Celebration Spells!' She sighed quietly.
"What do I have to do?" she asked, ready for cleaning the desks, or refilling the various jars that surrounded the room.
"Just sit there," Snape continued to mutter, not looking up. A look of curiosity crossed Hermione's face, but shrugged, and looked down at the desktop. From stories she had heard, most of the time the Potions Master usually gave the students hard, laborious jobs, such as scrubbing every desk in the classroom, or pulling up the weeds that grew around the lake. 'What's with him?' She looked up at him, wondering. 'But just sit there? Now that was different'
***
'Bloody Gryffindor girl. What does she expect me to? Jump on top of my desk, and tapdance?'
"Miss Granger, do I have something on my nose?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, sir. I wasn't looking at anything"
'Good. Now keep your bloody eyes shut, your head down, and stop looking! You'd think she was caught in the path of a Bludger' he thought, trying to return to the work his Second year Slytherin class had done. 'That's a funny way to think about it- caught in the path of a Bludger'. Severus gave a mental shrug, and turned back to his papers.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione spoke up.
"What is it?" he asked, refusing to look up.
"It has been an hour,"
"Good. Go." He muttered. There was a sound of papers, as Hermione scrambled out.
***
-"Guess what, Louisa!" the Second Year Severus ran into the Slytherin Common Room a grin crossing his face, his crooked teeth shining. Louisa looked up from her History book, her quill playing in her fingers.
"What?" she asked softly.
"I got on the Slytherin Qudditch Team! Seeker!" Louisa's eyes grew wider, if possible, a huge, rare grin crossing her face.
"That's great! When's practice- I want to see you in action!"
Severus stalled, now feeling embarrassed. "Tomorrow. You don't-"
"Good! I can't wait!"
***
Louisa sat in the last row of the raised seats, the only person in the entire Qudditch field. She squinted as the Slytherin Qudditch Team got ready to practice.
Severus glanced up at the seats, and spotted Louisa. He mounted his broom, and flew up, as the team got ready to practice. The Quaffles, Bludgers, and the Snitch were released. Severus flew up into the air, trying to make a good impression. There was a faint glow of gold, and Severus off. A gust of wind flew by his face, as a Bludger shot. Severus quickly stopped, and shook his head. 'That was close,' he thought, watching the Bludger fly by. He broke his gaze, and returned back to his goal of catching the Snitch.
"Look out!" Chris Mickson, the Slytherin Captain, cried. Severus stopped in mid-flight, his head spinning around. No Bludges were around him. Who was he calling to? A loud crash was heard, as a Bludger flew through a row of seats. A scream was heard a few seconds later. 'Louisa!' Severus thought, his eyes grew wide as he flew over to the seats where she was previously sitting. A giant hole was only a few yards away.
Severus jumped off his broomstick, and ran the last couple of inches to his friend.
"Are you all right, Louisa?" he asked softly. Louisa nodded, streams over tears falling down her face. As Severus' teammates searched for the rogue Bludger, Severus' arms were thrown his friend, in a silent prayer that she wasn't hurt-
TBC
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A/N: Woah, long chapter- for me anyway. Probably not the most exciting chapter- I'd be surprised if you stayed awake through it! Anyway, I'm so happy with everyone's reviews! Seriously! If it weren't for you guys, I would be stuck with all these thoughts circling my brain. But because of you, I actually have something to do on my one hour and twenty minute bus ride to school!
A/N: Well, in answer to SilverWolf's question, that may come up later in the story. Or it may not. Though, if anyone else is wondering, I promise you a hint may come in this chapter. And Slytherin Girl- well; just keep reading *hint, hint*.
Hermione groaned as the lunch bell rang. 'Potions already?' she thought, shutting the 1984 Hogwarts Annual. She picked up the book, and replaced it back in its rightful spot. She had found many, well, boring people. 'Though, Harry's parents had been in there', she thought 'along with Lupin, and Sirius- oh, and Lucius and Snape!' Hermione shook her head, as she felt a wave of girlish giggles coming on. She quickly dashed upstairs to the Gryffindor Common Room, and grabbed her Potions equipment. As she ran back downstairs, her book bag bulging, the bell rang once again, symbolizing the beginning of the lesson. 'Oh, no! Snape's going to be berserk!' she thought, fretfully. As she spun around the corner, before running down the stairs to the dungeons, a thought crossed her mind. There was a girl in one of the photos with Snape. Her name was at the bottom of the photo. What was it again? Louise, or Louisa? Oh well, it didn't matter this very moment. Hermione jumped down the last few steps, before bursting into the Potions Classroom.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I'm so glad you can grace us with your presence" the Potions Master sneered, as the rest of the class looked over at her.
Hermione bit her lip, before trying to explain, "I'm sorry, Professor, but I was in the library-"
"Why am I'm not surprised?"
"-And I got sidetracked!" Hermione felt a small trickle of blood, as she cut through the skin of her lip.
"Miss Granger, you do realize that class begins right after lunch, no?"
"Yes, sir, I do," She replied, nodding.
"And it has been for the past six years?"
"Yes, sir," she repeated, nodding once more. Snape frowned, and pointed to an empty desk, before returning to his own.
"I'll see you after class, Miss Granger," he muttered, groaning inwardly. Now he would have to spend time after class with that irritable girl. Hermione's thick eyebrows' shot up like as if she had been dunked into a bucket full of ice-cold water- like the lake in wintertime. After class with Snape? 'He needs a good thump!' Hermione thought angrily. He felt the eyes of fellow Gryffindors piercing into the back of her head. Hermione Granger, the goody-goody two-shoes on detention? The thought was laughable, but right now this was no laughing matter. Snape was angry already, for reasons unknown, and not even a Slytherin dared to make a sneering comment.
***
After the terrible Potions Lesson, Hermione remained in her desk, her head hanging in shame. She felt Harry and Ron's hands give her a 'good-luck' pat on the back, but she felt no better. She set her cauldron on the ground, and rested her head in her hands as the last of the students filed out of the door.
"Stop acting as if the world has ended, Miss Granger," her teacher muttered, going through a pile of parchment, "It's only for an hour".
'An hour?' Hermione thought, 'In an hour I could learn all One Thousand Advanced Herbs for Joyous Celebration Spells!' She sighed quietly.
"What do I have to do?" she asked, ready for cleaning the desks, or refilling the various jars that surrounded the room.
"Just sit there," Snape continued to mutter, not looking up. A look of curiosity crossed Hermione's face, but shrugged, and looked down at the desktop. From stories she had heard, most of the time the Potions Master usually gave the students hard, laborious jobs, such as scrubbing every desk in the classroom, or pulling up the weeds that grew around the lake. 'What's with him?' She looked up at him, wondering. 'But just sit there? Now that was different'
***
'Bloody Gryffindor girl. What does she expect me to? Jump on top of my desk, and tapdance?'
"Miss Granger, do I have something on my nose?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, sir. I wasn't looking at anything"
'Good. Now keep your bloody eyes shut, your head down, and stop looking! You'd think she was caught in the path of a Bludger' he thought, trying to return to the work his Second year Slytherin class had done. 'That's a funny way to think about it- caught in the path of a Bludger'. Severus gave a mental shrug, and turned back to his papers.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione spoke up.
"What is it?" he asked, refusing to look up.
"It has been an hour,"
"Good. Go." He muttered. There was a sound of papers, as Hermione scrambled out.
***
-"Guess what, Louisa!" the Second Year Severus ran into the Slytherin Common Room a grin crossing his face, his crooked teeth shining. Louisa looked up from her History book, her quill playing in her fingers.
"What?" she asked softly.
"I got on the Slytherin Qudditch Team! Seeker!" Louisa's eyes grew wider, if possible, a huge, rare grin crossing her face.
"That's great! When's practice- I want to see you in action!"
Severus stalled, now feeling embarrassed. "Tomorrow. You don't-"
"Good! I can't wait!"
***
Louisa sat in the last row of the raised seats, the only person in the entire Qudditch field. She squinted as the Slytherin Qudditch Team got ready to practice.
Severus glanced up at the seats, and spotted Louisa. He mounted his broom, and flew up, as the team got ready to practice. The Quaffles, Bludgers, and the Snitch were released. Severus flew up into the air, trying to make a good impression. There was a faint glow of gold, and Severus off. A gust of wind flew by his face, as a Bludger shot. Severus quickly stopped, and shook his head. 'That was close,' he thought, watching the Bludger fly by. He broke his gaze, and returned back to his goal of catching the Snitch.
"Look out!" Chris Mickson, the Slytherin Captain, cried. Severus stopped in mid-flight, his head spinning around. No Bludges were around him. Who was he calling to? A loud crash was heard, as a Bludger flew through a row of seats. A scream was heard a few seconds later. 'Louisa!' Severus thought, his eyes grew wide as he flew over to the seats where she was previously sitting. A giant hole was only a few yards away.
Severus jumped off his broomstick, and ran the last couple of inches to his friend.
"Are you all right, Louisa?" he asked softly. Louisa nodded, streams over tears falling down her face. As Severus' teammates searched for the rogue Bludger, Severus' arms were thrown his friend, in a silent prayer that she wasn't hurt-
TBC
***
A/N: Woah, long chapter- for me anyway. Probably not the most exciting chapter- I'd be surprised if you stayed awake through it! Anyway, I'm so happy with everyone's reviews! Seriously! If it weren't for you guys, I would be stuck with all these thoughts circling my brain. But because of you, I actually have something to do on my one hour and twenty minute bus ride to school!