Hermione was surprised to find the boys occupying their time with homework
for once, and so upon entering she simply dropped her bags down on the
floor and settled in one of the guest chairs scattered about the room. The
seventh years shared their quarters with only one other and two rooms
shared a bathroom with a tub.
"I see you are still alive", Ron commented, copying down some notes about Mooncalf, an intensely shy creature, on to a scroll of parchment.
"How many points did he manage to take from us this time?"
"None, thank you very much!", she replied confidently, pulling out her own notes that she had scribbled down about the potion.
Harry looked up from his own books and smiled, sipping a glass of water; she returned the smile -- again, Ron didn't seem to notice their subtle exchange.
"You know 'Mione, when it comes to Snape, you must have a real way with him.." Ron stated with a laugh. Hermione's head jerked up, and Harry nearly choked on his drink and ended spitting it out across his papers.
"Are you okay Harry?",
Hermione rushed over to his side; Ron staring at the soaked homework with a baffled expression.
"Blimey!", he exclaimed.
"Y.. yes, I am fine", he reassured her, waving a wet hand at the desk. "But look at my papers!"
"Oh that's easy", she grinned, flipping her wand out and doing a simple refreshment spell.
"What's with you!" Ron asked, his suspicious eyes shifting between the two.
"I must have choked on something..", Harry reassured him, pushing away Hermione who was wiping at his robes with a rag. Ron settled with this notion, but didn't stop glaring at the pair in wonder.
Hermione leaned in on Harry and whispered, "Do you think I could have a word with you, about", she looked over at Ron who was still staring at them, his brow arching, "you know". Harry looked at Ron then back at her, and he gave a faint nod, rising to his feet. Ron watched them quizzically as they departed to the hallway.
"Are you going to tell Ron or what?", he asked her once they were outside. Hermione leaned up against the wall and avoiding his stern look.
"Maybe.. but not yet, I am worried how he will act, and.. I don't really want too many people to know", she shifted her shoulders uncomfortably; "besides I promised.."
Harry threw his arms in the air and rotated his torso in frustration.
"Forget the dumb promise! You should tell somebody, tell McGonagall, she will know what to do".
"What ever for.." she protested irritated; she was not about to engage in another debate, and so crossed both arms across her chest frowning.
"I don't know -- it is just wrong.."
He wrinkled his nose in disgust, unable to express the very valid reason running through him mind. Snape had.. violated her -- he couldn't quite come to term with it -- it was just *not right*, not acceptable. Either he must have known or there had to be something awfully wrong here. He shrugged, and took his glasses off, wiping them with his sleeve.
"I am sorry 'Mione, it is just.. he is just, I mean, Snape is so.. so.. disgusting and I can't believe that he.. that you and him.."
"yes.. YES.." she bellowed. "I know, and believe me, I am not exactly thrilled about it either, but as I have said over and over again, there is next to nothing I can do about it, and I would rather forget and move on; after all, it is not like I remember anything".
"I suppose.." he mumbled, and kicked the stone floor absently.
"Soo.. uhm, how did it go, with you and Professor Snape? Did he really give you that.. potion of his?"
She nodded quietly and went in to lengthy description of their conversation: Draco, and the directions for taking the potion. Harry remained quiet, glaring mostly at the floor, and snorting when he heard that Snape was going to have a chat with Malfoy.
"I better return to my room now, I have to finish my essay for my History of Magic class, and we have only eleven days left!" she told him, and Harry made a weak grin, placing a light hand on her shoulder.
"You take care, okay?". She smiled pleasantly, and in the spirit of the moment she leaned in to hug him.
Harry felt rigid under her touch; she knew he wasn't accustomed to physical affection, and he awkwardly laid his stiff arms around her, his chest hard against her soft cheek.
"So, that's what you two are up to.. huh"
The voice belonged to Ron; he stood in the door and watched the embracing couple, Hermione instantly pulling away and straightening her robes.
"I better go now..", she whispered to Harry. "See you later Ron..", she chirped the redhead's way before rushing up the winding stairs leading to her private domain.
"I knew somethin' like this was happenin'" Ron told Harry in a sulky tone as the boy pressed past him in to the room, not bothering to meet his eye.
"Why couldn't you just tell me, I mean, I was wondering why you two were so secretive all of a sudden.."
"Tell you what?" Harry asked puzzled, gathering his scrolls and throwing them in to a drawer.
"That you fancy Hermione!" Ron said gloomily, his chin lowering toward the desk. "I mean, it is not like I couldn't have guessed.."
Harry laughed brightly.
"I fancy Hermione?" he shook his head. "Nah.. I don't fancy her. I don't think", he hesitated, "that she likes me that way either." For a moment he seemed a bit uncertain.
"Yea?" Ron was glaring up at him wide eyed. "But I thought, uhm, why all the sneaking about then? And what was that in the hall?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh she is just going through a bad patch", Harry reassured him "She will probably get around to tell you all about it later. You know Hermione, she likes to have her secrets until everything is solved, and then she never stops bragging about it." He chuckled.
"I suppose so..". Ron scratched his head, a wide smile creeping across his lips. "She is funny isn't she.." he had that look he only held when raving about Hannah Abbott, and Harry settled down on the bed to write Sirius Black a letter.
"If you say so Ron" Harry murmured..
**@**
Hermione was flipping through the Daily Telegraph. It was a nice change from reading magazines such as Glamour or Cosmopolitan, which was her usual bed time habit. She wasn't much in to the fashion, but some of the articles amused her, and though they splashed articles about sex on every third page, she didn't mind reading about the subject in moderation. She was a teenage girl with a natural curiosity for it, but currently she was living very much in denial. Every time somebody even as much as mentioned anything sex-related, an image of Snape flashed in her mind and she shuddered and winced in an attempt to block it out.
She threw the paper aside and got dressed in her comfortable blue pyjamas with an Eeyore print on the front. Childish one would say, but Eeyore amused her, and the pyjamas were made from a comfy fabric. She fished out the bottle with the potion inside from out of her bag, measured out half the contents, and swallowed it down before sneaking under the soft covers of her bed.
**@**
Hermione awoke the next day feeling a bit hung over; and when going for a pee, she felt a stab of pain followed with a sore sensation between her legs. Snape had been very specific in his words: 'any discomforts, come see me immediately', but this was the only day of the week they didn't have potion classes, and though it was uncomfortable, she wasn't certain if it was uncomfortable enough for her to willingly go and see him when she really had no need to.
Packing her things, she went to Transfiguration class.
**@**
It was the shortest working day of the week for Snape, since he only had the first years, and a double potions class with the fourth years. Now that the seventh year class had ended, he bade Draco to enter his office.
"You asked for me Professor.."
"Ah yes, Mr. Malfoy, do take a seat.", Snape asked him, in a detached voice, gathering his papers and stuffing them in to a leather folder which he set down at the foot of his desk. Draco moved over and settled, holding an air of clear confidence.
"How is Lucius, well I hope?", Snape began, keeping his tone casual, distracting himself by throwing a few crumpled pieces of scroll into a basket, which flamed up with blue flames as the paper hit it.
"My father is well, busy with the ministry as always, trying to win back the confidence of those paranoid fools who assume that every pureblood family is naturally involved with the dark lord.", he snickered, leaning back nonchalantly in the hard wood chair, one leg crossing elegantly over the other.
"Indeed", Snape murmured, folding his hands on the desk.
"I am amazed that they still allow him to continue with his job, considering all the accusations made toward him."
Draco let out a loud snort "They have no evidence..", he told the man, his nostrils flaring as he drew in the spicy air of the office.
"Yes, so I read". A faint grin developed on the sallow face of the man. "Remarkable that the only person willing to testify, has just suddenly committed suicide.. slit his own wrist wasn't it? Nasty business that.."
Draco laughed. "What did you expect? The man just had to be a lunatic.."
"Oh yes.." his lips stretched in to a narrow smile, and Draco returned it.
"Now Professor, don't tell me you called for me so urgently simply to ask the well-being of my father", he stated flatly, his head swung back with the curtain of wavy bleached hair hanging down the length of his skinny neck.
"No.. I did not", he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "It is a rather silly matter I have to discuss with you".
"Oh?", Draco asked, amused, and then cocked his head.
"What ever have I done now?"
"The Granger girl, you have been tormenting her".
"Oh that.." Draco chuckled, and swung both arms in the air, before saying in a surrendering tone "Guilty as charged."
"Tell me what happened, then."
For a few seconds, there was a silence in the room as the pale blue of Draco's eyes connected with the black of Snape's. The older man remained unmoved, and as the intensity of his stare burned itself into Draco, the boy became increasingly uncomfortable and began shifting in his seat, switching his attention to the ceiling before replying in a lordly tone of voice:
"What can I tell you Professor, Hermione Granger is nothing but a common slapper", Draco sniggered to himself; but turned puzzled when the Professor scowled at him.
"I do not approve of such language, Mr. Malfoy", Snape growled threateningly, leaning forward in his seat.
"Oh please professor, you yourself have said the mudblood women lack both manners and proper breeding."
"Mr.Malfoy, I am warning you!", he snarled.
Draco did his best to seem untouched by Snape's intimidating posture but as their eyes met, he instinctively guided them to the floorboards and cleared his throat.
"I am sorry", he replied, his voice dripping with insincerity.
"Just tell me what happened..", he spat impatiently.
Draco looked up, the slick smile returning.
"Oh, it is such an amusing story, professor..", Draco explained "On the night of Halloween I was witness to a drunken Granger stumbling about the halls -- she was completely pissed--" a most irritating snigger escaped the flamboyant mans slender throat, "and though I was tempted to follow her, I was unfortunately called back inside, a bit reluctantly I have to admit". He shook his head.
"But you can just imagine my surprise when, the first thing next morning, I went to the owlery and discovered a most intriguing garment. A pair of white knickers with -her- initials sewn in to the waistband, -- I mean how many H.G.'s are there at this school after all, and compulsive enough to sew their name in their underwear", he explained, licking his lips. "I just had confront her to see if my assumptions were correct and by the startled expression on her face I am certain to say that is so"
"Mm.. fascinating" Snape replied sarcastically, finding this an utter waste of his time. Draco however wasn't put off by this.
"I wonder..", a bony finger tapped the chin, "It might be some mud .. ehem.. muggle custom I am not familiar with, removing one's undergarments while sending off mail", he said in an amused tone, pondering.
"Unless of course.", pale blue eyes searched the rigid face of the man; in normal circumstances Snape would have dismissed the student by now, but he was listening attentively to each word the boy uttered, "do you think she went to meet somebody there? A suitor perhaps? Oh wouldn't that be just be a riot, I wonder who it could have been, Potty? Weasel? Both perhaps?" He was giggling and sniggering away like a school girl, shuddering in delight and causing in Snape a rather violent need to vomit.
"It interest me not!" he growled, "you can run along now Malfoy, I have work to do" he waved a hand dismissively at the boy.
Draco hesitantly uncrossed his legs and rose to his feet, a disgustingly chirpy grin on his skinny face.
"Well you must admit it is amusing..", Draco said reaching for the door handle, "actually I have my suspicions of who it could have been, as you see her knickers weren't the only", his head turned slowly in direction of Snape, and his expression had shifted to one with a far more vicious smile. "Ones I found", he sniggered again, "Professor Snape".
With a swish of a wand the doorhandle was ripped out of Draco's hand and the door slammed shut with the sound of the locks clicking.
"Sit down!", Snape thundered, eyes ablaze.
********
Finally it is here, the next chapter, and think I finished writing this.. *thinks back* over a week ago now, my beta reader is good but slow. *smiles*
AppleJuiceMaster: you have been reviewing my story since chapter one.. wow *hugs* thank you ever so much, your kind words has helped a lot on encouraging me to continue, I wouldn't want to stop writing knowing I got people as yourself that waits week after week for my small attempt at typing.
Red: Wow, that is just about the best compliment a Potter writer can get. Sometimes I forget why I wrote this in the first place, why I have dedicated myself to typing a story about how Snape would react if waking up in bed with a student. It must have been late at night.
Andufeniel: I am glad I make you laugh, I will add more humour in future chapter, currently it is very subtle.. (I hope it isn't too subtle so only I get it)
Penultimate Pentippelpus: I don't think I can pronounce your nick.. *laughs* First of all, I am embarrassed to admit, I didn't really do so well when studying English in High school. I think my final mark was 3.. (out of 6) but this is a way for me to learn.. writing stories, reading books.. etc etc. Secondly, I get very happy when people tell me that my characters are in character, I struggle a good deal, but I must be doing something right eh? I miss Norway *sigh* yes, Norwegian is my first language, I am a Oslo girl. A pairing.. I will not comment on that.. hehehe *grin* but I don't like writing about very dramatic girls, I feel like writing in random characters to slap them and tell them to snap out of it. I probably wouldn't act so well if I awoke up next to somebody like Snape either, but it is Hermione we are talking about and she is a very special girl indeed.
JeanB: Okay, okay, I wont quit, you convinced me *laughs* more Potter Weasel stuff coming up.. at least for the next two chapters..
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PatsySO: Oh yes, I have something very wicket planned for Malfoy.. but I wont say anything more about that..
Marston Chicklet: *giggles, chuckles and snorts* uhm.. I think so..
Crystalline Lily: Well, it is kind of a Draco Herm thing, though more back stabbing then smooching.. I am glad that my twisted interests appeals to you *smiles*
Trixooo: My first language is Norway, and France is a nifty place. I don't know all the words I uses when I first come across then, but then I look it up, and learn.. so, I know what you mean. There will be more, oh next? Snape will discover his feminine side and come to fall in love with the colour pink wile Draco ends up marring Harry and Hermione joins a monastery. Oh damn.. did I just spoil my plot line? And Snape is amazing.
Some people email me..
Lionora sends me just about the nicest Emails I can possible get. I must have read it 3 times and showed it off to two friends, this is how happy her words made me. I wouldn't want to give up on my story as long as she finds it amusing; writing should be your own reward, but if I only had one other person reading it I would still be posting it, for that person, and Lionora makes me want to continue with the story to the very end. Of all the nice things she said the one thing that had me laughing was that she now was going to find out what Gilbert and Sullivan was, now that made me smile. *hugs* thank you girl, you make me a very humble and happy author.
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THERE Phew.. I am aware I repeated myself a lot, but I think that was all? Yes? If I have forgotten anybody, I am every so sorry!
Next chapter nearly done and now it is starting to get interesting, so stay tuned ;)
Oh and Pissed is British for "Drunk"
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"I see you are still alive", Ron commented, copying down some notes about Mooncalf, an intensely shy creature, on to a scroll of parchment.
"How many points did he manage to take from us this time?"
"None, thank you very much!", she replied confidently, pulling out her own notes that she had scribbled down about the potion.
Harry looked up from his own books and smiled, sipping a glass of water; she returned the smile -- again, Ron didn't seem to notice their subtle exchange.
"You know 'Mione, when it comes to Snape, you must have a real way with him.." Ron stated with a laugh. Hermione's head jerked up, and Harry nearly choked on his drink and ended spitting it out across his papers.
"Are you okay Harry?",
Hermione rushed over to his side; Ron staring at the soaked homework with a baffled expression.
"Blimey!", he exclaimed.
"Y.. yes, I am fine", he reassured her, waving a wet hand at the desk. "But look at my papers!"
"Oh that's easy", she grinned, flipping her wand out and doing a simple refreshment spell.
"What's with you!" Ron asked, his suspicious eyes shifting between the two.
"I must have choked on something..", Harry reassured him, pushing away Hermione who was wiping at his robes with a rag. Ron settled with this notion, but didn't stop glaring at the pair in wonder.
Hermione leaned in on Harry and whispered, "Do you think I could have a word with you, about", she looked over at Ron who was still staring at them, his brow arching, "you know". Harry looked at Ron then back at her, and he gave a faint nod, rising to his feet. Ron watched them quizzically as they departed to the hallway.
"Are you going to tell Ron or what?", he asked her once they were outside. Hermione leaned up against the wall and avoiding his stern look.
"Maybe.. but not yet, I am worried how he will act, and.. I don't really want too many people to know", she shifted her shoulders uncomfortably; "besides I promised.."
Harry threw his arms in the air and rotated his torso in frustration.
"Forget the dumb promise! You should tell somebody, tell McGonagall, she will know what to do".
"What ever for.." she protested irritated; she was not about to engage in another debate, and so crossed both arms across her chest frowning.
"I don't know -- it is just wrong.."
He wrinkled his nose in disgust, unable to express the very valid reason running through him mind. Snape had.. violated her -- he couldn't quite come to term with it -- it was just *not right*, not acceptable. Either he must have known or there had to be something awfully wrong here. He shrugged, and took his glasses off, wiping them with his sleeve.
"I am sorry 'Mione, it is just.. he is just, I mean, Snape is so.. so.. disgusting and I can't believe that he.. that you and him.."
"yes.. YES.." she bellowed. "I know, and believe me, I am not exactly thrilled about it either, but as I have said over and over again, there is next to nothing I can do about it, and I would rather forget and move on; after all, it is not like I remember anything".
"I suppose.." he mumbled, and kicked the stone floor absently.
"Soo.. uhm, how did it go, with you and Professor Snape? Did he really give you that.. potion of his?"
She nodded quietly and went in to lengthy description of their conversation: Draco, and the directions for taking the potion. Harry remained quiet, glaring mostly at the floor, and snorting when he heard that Snape was going to have a chat with Malfoy.
"I better return to my room now, I have to finish my essay for my History of Magic class, and we have only eleven days left!" she told him, and Harry made a weak grin, placing a light hand on her shoulder.
"You take care, okay?". She smiled pleasantly, and in the spirit of the moment she leaned in to hug him.
Harry felt rigid under her touch; she knew he wasn't accustomed to physical affection, and he awkwardly laid his stiff arms around her, his chest hard against her soft cheek.
"So, that's what you two are up to.. huh"
The voice belonged to Ron; he stood in the door and watched the embracing couple, Hermione instantly pulling away and straightening her robes.
"I better go now..", she whispered to Harry. "See you later Ron..", she chirped the redhead's way before rushing up the winding stairs leading to her private domain.
"I knew somethin' like this was happenin'" Ron told Harry in a sulky tone as the boy pressed past him in to the room, not bothering to meet his eye.
"Why couldn't you just tell me, I mean, I was wondering why you two were so secretive all of a sudden.."
"Tell you what?" Harry asked puzzled, gathering his scrolls and throwing them in to a drawer.
"That you fancy Hermione!" Ron said gloomily, his chin lowering toward the desk. "I mean, it is not like I couldn't have guessed.."
Harry laughed brightly.
"I fancy Hermione?" he shook his head. "Nah.. I don't fancy her. I don't think", he hesitated, "that she likes me that way either." For a moment he seemed a bit uncertain.
"Yea?" Ron was glaring up at him wide eyed. "But I thought, uhm, why all the sneaking about then? And what was that in the hall?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh she is just going through a bad patch", Harry reassured him "She will probably get around to tell you all about it later. You know Hermione, she likes to have her secrets until everything is solved, and then she never stops bragging about it." He chuckled.
"I suppose so..". Ron scratched his head, a wide smile creeping across his lips. "She is funny isn't she.." he had that look he only held when raving about Hannah Abbott, and Harry settled down on the bed to write Sirius Black a letter.
"If you say so Ron" Harry murmured..
**@**
Hermione was flipping through the Daily Telegraph. It was a nice change from reading magazines such as Glamour or Cosmopolitan, which was her usual bed time habit. She wasn't much in to the fashion, but some of the articles amused her, and though they splashed articles about sex on every third page, she didn't mind reading about the subject in moderation. She was a teenage girl with a natural curiosity for it, but currently she was living very much in denial. Every time somebody even as much as mentioned anything sex-related, an image of Snape flashed in her mind and she shuddered and winced in an attempt to block it out.
She threw the paper aside and got dressed in her comfortable blue pyjamas with an Eeyore print on the front. Childish one would say, but Eeyore amused her, and the pyjamas were made from a comfy fabric. She fished out the bottle with the potion inside from out of her bag, measured out half the contents, and swallowed it down before sneaking under the soft covers of her bed.
**@**
Hermione awoke the next day feeling a bit hung over; and when going for a pee, she felt a stab of pain followed with a sore sensation between her legs. Snape had been very specific in his words: 'any discomforts, come see me immediately', but this was the only day of the week they didn't have potion classes, and though it was uncomfortable, she wasn't certain if it was uncomfortable enough for her to willingly go and see him when she really had no need to.
Packing her things, she went to Transfiguration class.
**@**
It was the shortest working day of the week for Snape, since he only had the first years, and a double potions class with the fourth years. Now that the seventh year class had ended, he bade Draco to enter his office.
"You asked for me Professor.."
"Ah yes, Mr. Malfoy, do take a seat.", Snape asked him, in a detached voice, gathering his papers and stuffing them in to a leather folder which he set down at the foot of his desk. Draco moved over and settled, holding an air of clear confidence.
"How is Lucius, well I hope?", Snape began, keeping his tone casual, distracting himself by throwing a few crumpled pieces of scroll into a basket, which flamed up with blue flames as the paper hit it.
"My father is well, busy with the ministry as always, trying to win back the confidence of those paranoid fools who assume that every pureblood family is naturally involved with the dark lord.", he snickered, leaning back nonchalantly in the hard wood chair, one leg crossing elegantly over the other.
"Indeed", Snape murmured, folding his hands on the desk.
"I am amazed that they still allow him to continue with his job, considering all the accusations made toward him."
Draco let out a loud snort "They have no evidence..", he told the man, his nostrils flaring as he drew in the spicy air of the office.
"Yes, so I read". A faint grin developed on the sallow face of the man. "Remarkable that the only person willing to testify, has just suddenly committed suicide.. slit his own wrist wasn't it? Nasty business that.."
Draco laughed. "What did you expect? The man just had to be a lunatic.."
"Oh yes.." his lips stretched in to a narrow smile, and Draco returned it.
"Now Professor, don't tell me you called for me so urgently simply to ask the well-being of my father", he stated flatly, his head swung back with the curtain of wavy bleached hair hanging down the length of his skinny neck.
"No.. I did not", he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "It is a rather silly matter I have to discuss with you".
"Oh?", Draco asked, amused, and then cocked his head.
"What ever have I done now?"
"The Granger girl, you have been tormenting her".
"Oh that.." Draco chuckled, and swung both arms in the air, before saying in a surrendering tone "Guilty as charged."
"Tell me what happened, then."
For a few seconds, there was a silence in the room as the pale blue of Draco's eyes connected with the black of Snape's. The older man remained unmoved, and as the intensity of his stare burned itself into Draco, the boy became increasingly uncomfortable and began shifting in his seat, switching his attention to the ceiling before replying in a lordly tone of voice:
"What can I tell you Professor, Hermione Granger is nothing but a common slapper", Draco sniggered to himself; but turned puzzled when the Professor scowled at him.
"I do not approve of such language, Mr. Malfoy", Snape growled threateningly, leaning forward in his seat.
"Oh please professor, you yourself have said the mudblood women lack both manners and proper breeding."
"Mr.Malfoy, I am warning you!", he snarled.
Draco did his best to seem untouched by Snape's intimidating posture but as their eyes met, he instinctively guided them to the floorboards and cleared his throat.
"I am sorry", he replied, his voice dripping with insincerity.
"Just tell me what happened..", he spat impatiently.
Draco looked up, the slick smile returning.
"Oh, it is such an amusing story, professor..", Draco explained "On the night of Halloween I was witness to a drunken Granger stumbling about the halls -- she was completely pissed--" a most irritating snigger escaped the flamboyant mans slender throat, "and though I was tempted to follow her, I was unfortunately called back inside, a bit reluctantly I have to admit". He shook his head.
"But you can just imagine my surprise when, the first thing next morning, I went to the owlery and discovered a most intriguing garment. A pair of white knickers with -her- initials sewn in to the waistband, -- I mean how many H.G.'s are there at this school after all, and compulsive enough to sew their name in their underwear", he explained, licking his lips. "I just had confront her to see if my assumptions were correct and by the startled expression on her face I am certain to say that is so"
"Mm.. fascinating" Snape replied sarcastically, finding this an utter waste of his time. Draco however wasn't put off by this.
"I wonder..", a bony finger tapped the chin, "It might be some mud .. ehem.. muggle custom I am not familiar with, removing one's undergarments while sending off mail", he said in an amused tone, pondering.
"Unless of course.", pale blue eyes searched the rigid face of the man; in normal circumstances Snape would have dismissed the student by now, but he was listening attentively to each word the boy uttered, "do you think she went to meet somebody there? A suitor perhaps? Oh wouldn't that be just be a riot, I wonder who it could have been, Potty? Weasel? Both perhaps?" He was giggling and sniggering away like a school girl, shuddering in delight and causing in Snape a rather violent need to vomit.
"It interest me not!" he growled, "you can run along now Malfoy, I have work to do" he waved a hand dismissively at the boy.
Draco hesitantly uncrossed his legs and rose to his feet, a disgustingly chirpy grin on his skinny face.
"Well you must admit it is amusing..", Draco said reaching for the door handle, "actually I have my suspicions of who it could have been, as you see her knickers weren't the only", his head turned slowly in direction of Snape, and his expression had shifted to one with a far more vicious smile. "Ones I found", he sniggered again, "Professor Snape".
With a swish of a wand the doorhandle was ripped out of Draco's hand and the door slammed shut with the sound of the locks clicking.
"Sit down!", Snape thundered, eyes ablaze.
********
Finally it is here, the next chapter, and think I finished writing this.. *thinks back* over a week ago now, my beta reader is good but slow. *smiles*
AppleJuiceMaster: you have been reviewing my story since chapter one.. wow *hugs* thank you ever so much, your kind words has helped a lot on encouraging me to continue, I wouldn't want to stop writing knowing I got people as yourself that waits week after week for my small attempt at typing.
Red: Wow, that is just about the best compliment a Potter writer can get. Sometimes I forget why I wrote this in the first place, why I have dedicated myself to typing a story about how Snape would react if waking up in bed with a student. It must have been late at night.
Andufeniel: I am glad I make you laugh, I will add more humour in future chapter, currently it is very subtle.. (I hope it isn't too subtle so only I get it)
Penultimate Pentippelpus: I don't think I can pronounce your nick.. *laughs* First of all, I am embarrassed to admit, I didn't really do so well when studying English in High school. I think my final mark was 3.. (out of 6) but this is a way for me to learn.. writing stories, reading books.. etc etc. Secondly, I get very happy when people tell me that my characters are in character, I struggle a good deal, but I must be doing something right eh? I miss Norway *sigh* yes, Norwegian is my first language, I am a Oslo girl. A pairing.. I will not comment on that.. hehehe *grin* but I don't like writing about very dramatic girls, I feel like writing in random characters to slap them and tell them to snap out of it. I probably wouldn't act so well if I awoke up next to somebody like Snape either, but it is Hermione we are talking about and she is a very special girl indeed.
JeanB: Okay, okay, I wont quit, you convinced me *laughs* more Potter Weasel stuff coming up.. at least for the next two chapters..
Cassandra: Thank you! *hugs* *Goes on*
PatsySO: Oh yes, I have something very wicket planned for Malfoy.. but I wont say anything more about that..
Marston Chicklet: *giggles, chuckles and snorts* uhm.. I think so..
Crystalline Lily: Well, it is kind of a Draco Herm thing, though more back stabbing then smooching.. I am glad that my twisted interests appeals to you *smiles*
Trixooo: My first language is Norway, and France is a nifty place. I don't know all the words I uses when I first come across then, but then I look it up, and learn.. so, I know what you mean. There will be more, oh next? Snape will discover his feminine side and come to fall in love with the colour pink wile Draco ends up marring Harry and Hermione joins a monastery. Oh damn.. did I just spoil my plot line? And Snape is amazing.
Some people email me..
Lionora sends me just about the nicest Emails I can possible get. I must have read it 3 times and showed it off to two friends, this is how happy her words made me. I wouldn't want to give up on my story as long as she finds it amusing; writing should be your own reward, but if I only had one other person reading it I would still be posting it, for that person, and Lionora makes me want to continue with the story to the very end. Of all the nice things she said the one thing that had me laughing was that she now was going to find out what Gilbert and Sullivan was, now that made me smile. *hugs* thank you girl, you make me a very humble and happy author.
Jessica wrote me because she couldn't get on FF.net to review, but I do appreciate her making the effort to tell she likes it. Thank you ever so much for your kind words Jessica, and WIKTT rules ;)
Susan: Look it is now updated!!! Finally!!
Bettina: I am glad you love my Snape, I love my Snape too.. and the relationship between Snape and Hermione will soon take a sharp turn for the.. *cough*
Abbi: *hugs* thank you dear, every kind word makes me blush and smile.
THERE Phew.. I am aware I repeated myself a lot, but I think that was all? Yes? If I have forgotten anybody, I am every so sorry!
Next chapter nearly done and now it is starting to get interesting, so stay tuned ;)
Oh and Pissed is British for "Drunk"
*hugs*