Nobody could remember how long Ron had been hammering on Snape's door
before they heard some sign of movement. A voice bellowed from the inside:
"Who dares to awaken me! This had better be important!"
The door was wrenched open with immense force and a lethal looking Snape stood in the entrance dressed in a long grey night shirt, glaring down at the two boys with the poisoned look of a madman.
"WHAT??", he shouted at the trio, before realizing who he was talking to. "You two?!?!", he croaked, in bewilderment.
"YOU two are the ones who dare to knock at this ungodly hour?!"
He was spitting through his yellow teeth, attempting to control the fury that was building up, and beginning to make it presence known by the increasing reddish hue of his face.
If they had seen a sallow looking Snape in the past, it held little comparison to one that was sleep deprived. Blood shot eyes that barely seemed to be held open squinted down at the two, and his greasy hair hung uncombed and messy down his hard boned features. They had an almost skull- like appearance in the light of the enchanted torches that had broken into flame as the group had passed them as they travelled down the narrow dungeon passageway
"Professor", Ron attempted, watching Snape's fists clenching. "I.. we.. uhm..", Snape seemed prepared to advance on him, allowing them just seconds to make their excuses; Harry saving Ron the trouble by grabbing the corner of the invisibility cloak, revealing the paralyzed body of Hermione.
Snape's coal black eyes shifted along the length of the girl before settling on Harry, puzzled..
"Professor..!" Harry stated firmly, "We need your help!"
**@** With Harry doing most of the explaining, Ron carried Hermione carefully inside, cradling her in his strong arms, looking anxiously down at her cold expression.
"..that is what she said, Professor..", Harry finished, shutting the door behind him. "It was the potion you had given her -- she seemed in a lot of pain"
"I see" Snape murmured, deep in thought. "Well.. drop her on the bed, and I'll have a look at her..", he stated indifferently, waving a hand toward his large four poster, before turning toward his dresser to collect his wand.
Harry froze on the spot. "Your bed?", he hissed, glaring in its direction. "You've got to be taking the piss!", he blurted before his wit caught up with what he was saying
"I beg your pardon?!" Snape twirled on the spot, his wand in hand.
"I mean professor, uh--" He found himself lost for words; Harry had known Snape long enough to not intimidated by his presence, but at this point the lump in his throat sat firmly. "It is just that.. well..", he looked about the room desperately -- there was no sofa, just a set of large arm chairs. "Isn't there somewhere else we can put her?"
Snape was taking gentle steps, approaching the boy with a look of suspicion "Why?", he asked in a silky soft tone, his voice a striking resemblance to that of a snake's hiss.
The black eyes gleamed in their deep sockets by the randomly lit candles; Harry found himself instinctively shifting his gaze away, down to the cold floorboards, his mind rushing.
"Don't you have someplace a bit more practical, a sofa, or a large table perhaps.." It was a weak excuse, and he knew it, but he was quite pleased with the confident tone of his voice.
"No", Snape replied flatly, and before he had a chance to making an issue of it, Ron had taken the hint and laid her gently down on his dark green satin covers of his bed. Ron shifted her limbs and head to make certain she was comfortable, stroking a few strands of hair from her slumbering face. "Hush now, all will be alright", he whispered.
Snape pushed Ron roughly aside and opened her eyelids. With the tip of his wand glowing in the dim lit room, he studied the reaction of her pupils enlarging and shrinking at the light, or lack thereof. Harry watched him attentively along with Ron, who was close at his side. Snape's long fingers touched her throat to feel for her pulse, and peered up at the silenced watch on his wall.
"Is she pregnant?", Harry asked, unable to hold back the question anymore. He could see the potion master's back go rigid, and with a look of condemnation, he glared at the two, taking in the size of Harry.
As he had suspected, she had told them. He didn't know who he wanted to slap the most, Hermione or Harry, perhaps he could just kill the lot of them, including Malfoy, he mused. If 4 kids just 'disappeared' who would really notice? Well, everybody of course, Harry was Barty Crouch's own mascot, and would cause the whole ministry to comb through of the castle, on their bare knees and with toothbrushes in search of his puny body.
"No.." he sneered irritated, he had to deal with her first, then he could take care of the boys "..she got an allergic reaction to the potion!" he told him, in hope that this would satisfy his curiosity. "But I greatly doubt she is with child"
A paralyzed Ron was glaring at Harry.
"Pregnant?" he spat, dumbfounded. "She is *pregnant*? B.. b. but with who? Who has she been..", he lowered his voice and twisted his head closer to Harry to ask in an embarrassed whisper, "who has she been sleepin' with?"
Harry told Ron to be quiet, but this time the redhead didn't accept his promises of 'later'. "I want to know!! Tell me -- who has gotten her pregnant! Tell me Harry, I want to know, NOW!", he half shouted, causing Snape to look over his shoulder at the pair.
Harry surrendered, Ron basically knew most of it already, there was little for him to add, so with some reluctance, he guided Ron over to the door and began explaining the situation.
Snape was ignoring the two energetic boys for now, but contemplated telling them to leave once he had established the seriousness of her situation. She looked different, he mused, lying unconscious on his sheets. She was still, and quiet; he stifled a chuckle --'quiet'-- that was what was uncommon. He could ask her any question potion related or not, and she wouldn't as much as utter the weakest of replies. He smirked to himself; she almost looked dead.
He lifted up the pyjama top, just enough to expose he stomach. She felt strangely hot and smooth to the touch, her skin firm and youthful. He put pressure on various parts of her abdomen, to feel for any growths. He had no medical degree or experience, he knew, but his specialisation in poisons, and potion related symptoms showed him exactly what he needed to ascertain. She felt fine, so he simply needed to see if she had been bleeding, before he could concoct the appropriate antidote. Her purple pyjama trousers seemed clean enough, but just to be on the safe side he undid the string that kept it up, and pulled it down to about her knees.
Her pants seemed fairly clean also, he noted. Concentrating on being a professional, he slipped his hand down the inside of her thigh to spread her legs aside. He confimed that yes, she was fairly clean.
"You fucking basterd!" a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and twirled him forcefully around.
"Get your filthy hands off her!", Ron shouted. Before he had a chance to react, a punch hit him right across his face, and he stumbled back and on top of Hermione, his lips stained with the blood of his bruised nose.
A second blow to his jaw, and his head rung with a stinging pain, making him quite too disoriented to establish what was happening.
"Alright, that is quite enough!", Harry shouted, grabbing Ron's right arm before he had a third go. Ron continued to hit at the professor clumsily with his left, aiming at his chest this time, but they were soft in comparisons, and the furious redhead now turned to face Harry. He pushed his friend forcefully off him. "Get off!", he growled, stumbling a few feet away from both of them, his face a scarlet red his eyes shining with insanity.
"If only I had my wand!", he threatened, "I am goin' to go straight to Dumbledore and tell 'im what exactly that filthy bastard 'as been doin'!" He staggered as he walked and shook his fist at Snape.
"Ron, I told you, she claimed it was an accident--" Harry tried.
"That's bullocks!", Ron shouted, his fingers trembling with fury, "He got 'er to think that, I just know it, Hermione don' make those kind of mistakes! It is him" -- he kept pointing at Snape furiously -- "him, and 'im alone!"
Ron rushed out of the room; with some quickly spoken words from Harry promising to try to stop him, he too darted out.
"Bloody Merlin", Snape cursed, rubbing his sore chin and crawling back to his feet. Would this charade ever stop?
***
Taking the piss - (you must be kidding me/are you trying to be funny?)
Pants - knickers/underwear/panties
Bullocks - Balls, testicals, means that something is bullshit.
I am not cruel enough to leave it on a cliffhanger, well I suppose this is a kind of cliffhanger, Hermione is to awaken, but not as big as one.
I now realise that it is better to writer shorter chapters as it will give my beta reader less work and in return I can update quicker, and you guys can read it straight away. Funny though, leaving it at a cliffhanger sure gave me a lot of reviews *laughs and ponders*
JeanB, Redone, Bunny, Arysta, momma-dar, scarlett, Bre, bitc-of-da-world, Andufeniel, Daisy,
YOUR REQUEST IS MY COMMAND!! With such a large majority demanding a quick update and complaining about my cliffhanger, what else is an author to do, than to update. Enjoy and tell me what you think ;)
Lisa: Thank you very much, I write to improve my English, it isn't a day when I write that I don't learn a new word or two.
Luna Writer: What happens when Ron discovers what has happened between Snape and Hermione, or did happen? Well I think you got your answer, but between the two of us (don't tell anybody) I plan to have Ron turn all his attention on Malfoy, and they will run off together to start a farm breeding only pure bread Canadian geese.
Mordiliel: of course? hah.. well, I am flattered. Hmm, when I write about things I find funny, and interesting myself the chapters becomes better.. so I hope that the next few chapters will show a small improvement.
Jasmin Flower: Snape Jr? hehehe.. well, they didn't really have sex, maybe I'll make a smut alternative version to this one.. "He lifted up the pyjama top, exposing her delicious looking bosoms. She felt strangely hot and sticky to the touch, her skin so firm and youthful. He stroke her body gently, feeling a strange growth in his trousers." *laughs*
AnnabelleElizabeth: Pretty name, well I am not about to kill her off (yet) ;) But yes, Ron loves her.. and Snape just found out how much.
Claire Bear Blondie: yes.. I am actually tempted to add more cliffhangers now, but they are cruel and I think that too many can piss people off.. *smiles* so I am being a good girl..
Ezmerelda: Well, Malfoy is a prat, but no.. not quite.. if you are close? well.. no, I could explain why the Potion backfired, but I think Snape will do the job much better himself, so next chapter.. wait and see, I think few have guessed where I am actually taking this. But do continue guessing and I'll tell you when you do get close.. ;)
Chishiono Tenshi: I think everybody has been such good girls and boys waiting (not that I know if any boys are reading any of this) but at least this time you wont have to wait for long.. Snape must be snarky and spicy, an un snarky snape is not a fun snape, a spice just gives the dish that little extra. I have had less complaints, I suppose I have difficulties keeping Hermione with the same personality, it is easy to shape yourself in to the female character you are writing, but also it tends to make it harder for the author to loose perspective when you write about a character with already a set personalety. Oh and Draco yes.. what I have planned for him wont be neither jolly of fun.. his spoiled arse is going to suffer when I get around to it.
Nadeshiko Amamiya: I am sure there are around a 101 other Hermione wake up in Snapes bed themes, but I am not reading any of them to not let myself get influenced by others people oh so superior writing and creative ideas. As for the bedroom, if you read my last chapter again, I think I remembered to say that the boys only share their room with one other in their last year.. but well noticed, and Portugale is a beautiful country.
Well I think that was all? *smiles*
"Who dares to awaken me! This had better be important!"
The door was wrenched open with immense force and a lethal looking Snape stood in the entrance dressed in a long grey night shirt, glaring down at the two boys with the poisoned look of a madman.
"WHAT??", he shouted at the trio, before realizing who he was talking to. "You two?!?!", he croaked, in bewilderment.
"YOU two are the ones who dare to knock at this ungodly hour?!"
He was spitting through his yellow teeth, attempting to control the fury that was building up, and beginning to make it presence known by the increasing reddish hue of his face.
If they had seen a sallow looking Snape in the past, it held little comparison to one that was sleep deprived. Blood shot eyes that barely seemed to be held open squinted down at the two, and his greasy hair hung uncombed and messy down his hard boned features. They had an almost skull- like appearance in the light of the enchanted torches that had broken into flame as the group had passed them as they travelled down the narrow dungeon passageway
"Professor", Ron attempted, watching Snape's fists clenching. "I.. we.. uhm..", Snape seemed prepared to advance on him, allowing them just seconds to make their excuses; Harry saving Ron the trouble by grabbing the corner of the invisibility cloak, revealing the paralyzed body of Hermione.
Snape's coal black eyes shifted along the length of the girl before settling on Harry, puzzled..
"Professor..!" Harry stated firmly, "We need your help!"
**@** With Harry doing most of the explaining, Ron carried Hermione carefully inside, cradling her in his strong arms, looking anxiously down at her cold expression.
"..that is what she said, Professor..", Harry finished, shutting the door behind him. "It was the potion you had given her -- she seemed in a lot of pain"
"I see" Snape murmured, deep in thought. "Well.. drop her on the bed, and I'll have a look at her..", he stated indifferently, waving a hand toward his large four poster, before turning toward his dresser to collect his wand.
Harry froze on the spot. "Your bed?", he hissed, glaring in its direction. "You've got to be taking the piss!", he blurted before his wit caught up with what he was saying
"I beg your pardon?!" Snape twirled on the spot, his wand in hand.
"I mean professor, uh--" He found himself lost for words; Harry had known Snape long enough to not intimidated by his presence, but at this point the lump in his throat sat firmly. "It is just that.. well..", he looked about the room desperately -- there was no sofa, just a set of large arm chairs. "Isn't there somewhere else we can put her?"
Snape was taking gentle steps, approaching the boy with a look of suspicion "Why?", he asked in a silky soft tone, his voice a striking resemblance to that of a snake's hiss.
The black eyes gleamed in their deep sockets by the randomly lit candles; Harry found himself instinctively shifting his gaze away, down to the cold floorboards, his mind rushing.
"Don't you have someplace a bit more practical, a sofa, or a large table perhaps.." It was a weak excuse, and he knew it, but he was quite pleased with the confident tone of his voice.
"No", Snape replied flatly, and before he had a chance to making an issue of it, Ron had taken the hint and laid her gently down on his dark green satin covers of his bed. Ron shifted her limbs and head to make certain she was comfortable, stroking a few strands of hair from her slumbering face. "Hush now, all will be alright", he whispered.
Snape pushed Ron roughly aside and opened her eyelids. With the tip of his wand glowing in the dim lit room, he studied the reaction of her pupils enlarging and shrinking at the light, or lack thereof. Harry watched him attentively along with Ron, who was close at his side. Snape's long fingers touched her throat to feel for her pulse, and peered up at the silenced watch on his wall.
"Is she pregnant?", Harry asked, unable to hold back the question anymore. He could see the potion master's back go rigid, and with a look of condemnation, he glared at the two, taking in the size of Harry.
As he had suspected, she had told them. He didn't know who he wanted to slap the most, Hermione or Harry, perhaps he could just kill the lot of them, including Malfoy, he mused. If 4 kids just 'disappeared' who would really notice? Well, everybody of course, Harry was Barty Crouch's own mascot, and would cause the whole ministry to comb through of the castle, on their bare knees and with toothbrushes in search of his puny body.
"No.." he sneered irritated, he had to deal with her first, then he could take care of the boys "..she got an allergic reaction to the potion!" he told him, in hope that this would satisfy his curiosity. "But I greatly doubt she is with child"
A paralyzed Ron was glaring at Harry.
"Pregnant?" he spat, dumbfounded. "She is *pregnant*? B.. b. but with who? Who has she been..", he lowered his voice and twisted his head closer to Harry to ask in an embarrassed whisper, "who has she been sleepin' with?"
Harry told Ron to be quiet, but this time the redhead didn't accept his promises of 'later'. "I want to know!! Tell me -- who has gotten her pregnant! Tell me Harry, I want to know, NOW!", he half shouted, causing Snape to look over his shoulder at the pair.
Harry surrendered, Ron basically knew most of it already, there was little for him to add, so with some reluctance, he guided Ron over to the door and began explaining the situation.
Snape was ignoring the two energetic boys for now, but contemplated telling them to leave once he had established the seriousness of her situation. She looked different, he mused, lying unconscious on his sheets. She was still, and quiet; he stifled a chuckle --'quiet'-- that was what was uncommon. He could ask her any question potion related or not, and she wouldn't as much as utter the weakest of replies. He smirked to himself; she almost looked dead.
He lifted up the pyjama top, just enough to expose he stomach. She felt strangely hot and smooth to the touch, her skin firm and youthful. He put pressure on various parts of her abdomen, to feel for any growths. He had no medical degree or experience, he knew, but his specialisation in poisons, and potion related symptoms showed him exactly what he needed to ascertain. She felt fine, so he simply needed to see if she had been bleeding, before he could concoct the appropriate antidote. Her purple pyjama trousers seemed clean enough, but just to be on the safe side he undid the string that kept it up, and pulled it down to about her knees.
Her pants seemed fairly clean also, he noted. Concentrating on being a professional, he slipped his hand down the inside of her thigh to spread her legs aside. He confimed that yes, she was fairly clean.
"You fucking basterd!" a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and twirled him forcefully around.
"Get your filthy hands off her!", Ron shouted. Before he had a chance to react, a punch hit him right across his face, and he stumbled back and on top of Hermione, his lips stained with the blood of his bruised nose.
A second blow to his jaw, and his head rung with a stinging pain, making him quite too disoriented to establish what was happening.
"Alright, that is quite enough!", Harry shouted, grabbing Ron's right arm before he had a third go. Ron continued to hit at the professor clumsily with his left, aiming at his chest this time, but they were soft in comparisons, and the furious redhead now turned to face Harry. He pushed his friend forcefully off him. "Get off!", he growled, stumbling a few feet away from both of them, his face a scarlet red his eyes shining with insanity.
"If only I had my wand!", he threatened, "I am goin' to go straight to Dumbledore and tell 'im what exactly that filthy bastard 'as been doin'!" He staggered as he walked and shook his fist at Snape.
"Ron, I told you, she claimed it was an accident--" Harry tried.
"That's bullocks!", Ron shouted, his fingers trembling with fury, "He got 'er to think that, I just know it, Hermione don' make those kind of mistakes! It is him" -- he kept pointing at Snape furiously -- "him, and 'im alone!"
Ron rushed out of the room; with some quickly spoken words from Harry promising to try to stop him, he too darted out.
"Bloody Merlin", Snape cursed, rubbing his sore chin and crawling back to his feet. Would this charade ever stop?
***
Taking the piss - (you must be kidding me/are you trying to be funny?)
Pants - knickers/underwear/panties
Bullocks - Balls, testicals, means that something is bullshit.
I am not cruel enough to leave it on a cliffhanger, well I suppose this is a kind of cliffhanger, Hermione is to awaken, but not as big as one.
I now realise that it is better to writer shorter chapters as it will give my beta reader less work and in return I can update quicker, and you guys can read it straight away. Funny though, leaving it at a cliffhanger sure gave me a lot of reviews *laughs and ponders*
JeanB, Redone, Bunny, Arysta, momma-dar, scarlett, Bre, bitc-of-da-world, Andufeniel, Daisy,
YOUR REQUEST IS MY COMMAND!! With such a large majority demanding a quick update and complaining about my cliffhanger, what else is an author to do, than to update. Enjoy and tell me what you think ;)
Lisa: Thank you very much, I write to improve my English, it isn't a day when I write that I don't learn a new word or two.
Luna Writer: What happens when Ron discovers what has happened between Snape and Hermione, or did happen? Well I think you got your answer, but between the two of us (don't tell anybody) I plan to have Ron turn all his attention on Malfoy, and they will run off together to start a farm breeding only pure bread Canadian geese.
Mordiliel: of course? hah.. well, I am flattered. Hmm, when I write about things I find funny, and interesting myself the chapters becomes better.. so I hope that the next few chapters will show a small improvement.
Jasmin Flower: Snape Jr? hehehe.. well, they didn't really have sex, maybe I'll make a smut alternative version to this one.. "He lifted up the pyjama top, exposing her delicious looking bosoms. She felt strangely hot and sticky to the touch, her skin so firm and youthful. He stroke her body gently, feeling a strange growth in his trousers." *laughs*
AnnabelleElizabeth: Pretty name, well I am not about to kill her off (yet) ;) But yes, Ron loves her.. and Snape just found out how much.
Claire Bear Blondie: yes.. I am actually tempted to add more cliffhangers now, but they are cruel and I think that too many can piss people off.. *smiles* so I am being a good girl..
Ezmerelda: Well, Malfoy is a prat, but no.. not quite.. if you are close? well.. no, I could explain why the Potion backfired, but I think Snape will do the job much better himself, so next chapter.. wait and see, I think few have guessed where I am actually taking this. But do continue guessing and I'll tell you when you do get close.. ;)
Chishiono Tenshi: I think everybody has been such good girls and boys waiting (not that I know if any boys are reading any of this) but at least this time you wont have to wait for long.. Snape must be snarky and spicy, an un snarky snape is not a fun snape, a spice just gives the dish that little extra. I have had less complaints, I suppose I have difficulties keeping Hermione with the same personality, it is easy to shape yourself in to the female character you are writing, but also it tends to make it harder for the author to loose perspective when you write about a character with already a set personalety. Oh and Draco yes.. what I have planned for him wont be neither jolly of fun.. his spoiled arse is going to suffer when I get around to it.
Nadeshiko Amamiya: I am sure there are around a 101 other Hermione wake up in Snapes bed themes, but I am not reading any of them to not let myself get influenced by others people oh so superior writing and creative ideas. As for the bedroom, if you read my last chapter again, I think I remembered to say that the boys only share their room with one other in their last year.. but well noticed, and Portugale is a beautiful country.
Well I think that was all? *smiles*