Walking After You
Chapter Seven
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Disclaimer: see chapter one.
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Christmas holidays were approaching, but the weeks were dragging horribly. Hermione felt that she would never last. She could not wait to teach muggle studies.
The girls she had seen in the hallway putting her down had not been the last. Apparently, Hermione was a much-loathed member of the staff these days. It was not only the seventh years, but several of the sixth years hated her to because of her more-than-friendship with the mysterious Potions master. It had gone so far that Severus had even found a bouquet of dead roses on his desk with a hate note addressed to Hermione.
These roses are dead,
And you don't have a clue.
If you keep the charade up,
You will be dead, too.
Hermione had been the first into the classroom that morning; Severus was in a meeting with the other house heads.
Hermione tapped the door with her wand and undid the ward that Severus had put there. Hermione rubbed her eyes. She was tired and did not want to teach today. *Sigh* and it was only iMonday/I! Hermione blinked her bleary eyes. Oh, roses! Were they from Severus? For some reason, these roses looked odd. Hermione walked closer to the desk. Oh i ewww! /i The roses were dead. There was a small card underneath next to the vase. Hermione took one more look at the roses; she shuddered and picked up the card. After unfolding the parchment, she sank into the Professor's chair. Hermione was speechless.
"Good morning, Miss Granger?" Severus Snape had just entered the room. He stopped at the sight of his best friend. Hermione, who was usually bright and perky in the morning, was looking rather pale and ashen. He rushed over to her. "Hermione?" He crouched down and put one of his arms around the girl.
*This is stupid!* Hermione told herself. She showed Severus the note.
He eyed her with a pensive look resting in his eyes. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she sighed. "I just overreacted I suppose."
"Hermione, if a student is issuing death warrants against a staff member, that puts them up for expulsion."
"I don't want anyone to get expelled, I just want to know who did this." Hermione looked thoughtful. "There is a big lot to choose from; I know I'm not exactly the most popular teacher right now."
"Hey, don't worry about it."
Hermione just shrugged; she didn't say anything.
In a sudden changed of topic, Severus asked, "For Christmas break, how would you like to come to Snape Manor?"
A few Slytherin students walked into the room. Hermione picked up the roses and the card and carried them to Severus's office. "Snape Manor?" She asked.
"Yes, Miss Granger." Snape said. "My home."
Hermione wiggled her eyebrows in a seductive –she hoped—way. "Oh, Severus," She whispered. "I do home you won't try to take advantage of me whilst I'm in your home."
Severus left the office with Hermione at his heels; the room was now moderately filled with students. "Oh, Miss Granger." He said. "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Oh no?"
Severus turned his back to the students and grinned. "Not for the life of me."
The clock stroke nine and he turned around to begin class. From behind him, he heard a small voice say: "Well, that is most disappointing."
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"One more murder in this town. Don't worry the rain will wash the chalk marks from the ground. Saturday night, shot rings out! Add one to the body count!"
--Better Than Ezra, One More Murder
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Chapter Seven
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Disclaimer: see chapter one.
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Christmas holidays were approaching, but the weeks were dragging horribly. Hermione felt that she would never last. She could not wait to teach muggle studies.
The girls she had seen in the hallway putting her down had not been the last. Apparently, Hermione was a much-loathed member of the staff these days. It was not only the seventh years, but several of the sixth years hated her to because of her more-than-friendship with the mysterious Potions master. It had gone so far that Severus had even found a bouquet of dead roses on his desk with a hate note addressed to Hermione.
These roses are dead,
And you don't have a clue.
If you keep the charade up,
You will be dead, too.
Hermione had been the first into the classroom that morning; Severus was in a meeting with the other house heads.
Hermione tapped the door with her wand and undid the ward that Severus had put there. Hermione rubbed her eyes. She was tired and did not want to teach today. *Sigh* and it was only iMonday/I! Hermione blinked her bleary eyes. Oh, roses! Were they from Severus? For some reason, these roses looked odd. Hermione walked closer to the desk. Oh i ewww! /i The roses were dead. There was a small card underneath next to the vase. Hermione took one more look at the roses; she shuddered and picked up the card. After unfolding the parchment, she sank into the Professor's chair. Hermione was speechless.
"Good morning, Miss Granger?" Severus Snape had just entered the room. He stopped at the sight of his best friend. Hermione, who was usually bright and perky in the morning, was looking rather pale and ashen. He rushed over to her. "Hermione?" He crouched down and put one of his arms around the girl.
*This is stupid!* Hermione told herself. She showed Severus the note.
He eyed her with a pensive look resting in his eyes. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she sighed. "I just overreacted I suppose."
"Hermione, if a student is issuing death warrants against a staff member, that puts them up for expulsion."
"I don't want anyone to get expelled, I just want to know who did this." Hermione looked thoughtful. "There is a big lot to choose from; I know I'm not exactly the most popular teacher right now."
"Hey, don't worry about it."
Hermione just shrugged; she didn't say anything.
In a sudden changed of topic, Severus asked, "For Christmas break, how would you like to come to Snape Manor?"
A few Slytherin students walked into the room. Hermione picked up the roses and the card and carried them to Severus's office. "Snape Manor?" She asked.
"Yes, Miss Granger." Snape said. "My home."
Hermione wiggled her eyebrows in a seductive –she hoped—way. "Oh, Severus," She whispered. "I do home you won't try to take advantage of me whilst I'm in your home."
Severus left the office with Hermione at his heels; the room was now moderately filled with students. "Oh, Miss Granger." He said. "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Oh no?"
Severus turned his back to the students and grinned. "Not for the life of me."
The clock stroke nine and he turned around to begin class. From behind him, he heard a small voice say: "Well, that is most disappointing."
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"One more murder in this town. Don't worry the rain will wash the chalk marks from the ground. Saturday night, shot rings out! Add one to the body count!"
--Better Than Ezra, One More Murder
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