Imaginary Inamorato.

By Kes.

Disclaimer: If these people really did belong to me, why the heck would I be posting 'em on the damn internet, instead of making money? (speaking of which, I make none....literally, I don't even have a job - I'm a college student for god's sake!) JKR owns the whole stinking lot. :-P (do you detect a hint of jealousy?).

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"Severus, I'm glad you came to my office so promptly."

"Well, you did request my presence Headmaster." Professor Dumbledore motioned to the seat on the opposite side of his desk, and Snape sat down. "Tea? sherbet lemon?" Dumbledore inquired. "No, thank you". Severus replied curtly.

"I asked you here Severus because, as you know, Minerva has been taken ill - " Severus suppressed a grin. She's hung over because of her sisters birthday party. " - and I was wondering if you could check on the Gryffindor lot after hours, as well as the Slytherins, starting tomorrow night as it's Sunday today."

Although it was a request, Severus knew better than to reject it. After all, Albus had saved his life, and it was a small thing to do, and for such a short period of time. "Of course, Headmaster."

"Thank you Severus, and don't forget Miss Granger. Even though she's Head Girl, she cannot be exempt from the rules."

Severus almost laughed. How naive Albus could be. Forget about her indeed. How he sometimes wish he could. The annoying know-it-all had grown up into a highly intelligent woman. Yes, woman indeed.

Severus 'awoke', and rose from his seat. "If that's all....?"

"Ahh, yes, of course, thank you Severus."

~*~

Hermione made her way up to her room, after saying goodnight to Harry and Ron. She went up, and walked into a small room to the left of her bed, her bathroom. She set the taps going to 'hot n fluffy' for the water, and went to get her nightdress.

As she was going to get out her belongings, Crookshanks jumped up, onto her bed, and then jumped across to her desk, pawing at a letter. It was from her Mum. Hermione opened the letter:

Dear Hermione,

How are you dear? I hope you're alright, what's you're room like? We're so proud of you for being Head Girl, despite being 'muggle-born'.

Hermione smiled, her mother still wasn't used to wizarding phrases.

You left a book at home dear, and so I'm going to send it to you via our postage system. I'm not sure if Herb can take it, he's such a delicate little thing - despite being a magickal owl.

Are you going to come home for Christmas? I know that it's a long way away, but I need to be sure so that we can book reservations at the restaurant as I can't be bothered with the hassle of the cooking. I expect that you'll want to stay at school, since it's your last Christmas there....

Anyway! Have you got a boyfriend yet? You really should, Hermione, it's not healthy for a young woman like yourself to be alone.

If you need anything at all, let me know,

All my love,

Mum

xx

PS: Dad sends his love.

Hermione smiled. Her mother had to be the total opposite of all the other mothers out there, in the muggle and wizarding worlds. Honestly! wanting her to get a boyfriend!

Although, she did....need....something. It was incredibly embarrassing to ask your mother for such a device, and anyway, muggle battery-operated objects couldn't work in Hogwarts because of the amount of magick in the air....unless....she grinned.

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A/N: So....what's she going to ask her mother to get? *grins evilly* mwhahahahaha!!!!

Please R/R I don't mind constructive criticism, after all, that's why it's here. BUT as a warning, don't flame me - do you really trust me with heat *waggles eyebrows suggestively*, let alone fire?? ;-)