Oh my gosh, like, I am soo sorry, but I got totally tied up with homework and I didn't have time to finish the chapter and post it yesterday, so here is chapter number three. I hope that y'all don't mind. Um, thanks so so so much to all the wonderful, incredible people who wrote me such nice things about my story, y'all made me feel really darned loved. And to Gwendellen Snape, I tried to email you on how to load a story, but it came back, couldn't get to you, so here is how: All right, first of all, since you have an account, you need to...well, let's start at the beginning, actually. Do you have a word document or HTML file or something saved to your hard drive or disk? You need that first. Then you go and login to your FFNet profile, and then once you are in your log in menu, you click on document manager. Once you have done that, click on browse, and select the name of the document that you wish to begin your story with. If you are adding more than one, than add those as well. Next, click on the create story link, it is in the left hand pannel. Select all the things that you wish, and from there..it is pretty self explanatory, If you need any more help, feel free to email me again, also, thanks for your comments....
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Hermione got really absorbed into her research and she found out a lot of stuff that was really interesting. She found out that she had lots of special privileges, like being able to use the Floo's between rooms, that she had her own set of rooms, although she shared the suite with the Head Boy, but that didn't bother her that much, since she was sure that she wouldn't mind whichever Ravenclaw was her dorm mate. Still, she had been rather shocked at first when she had read about the reason that the Head Boy and the Head Girl, who were assumably the smartest two students in the school, shared rooms. Naturally, they had separate bedrooms, but they were connected and the reason that was was because when the school was built, the founders had realized that the wizarding population was going to need perpetuate its strongest genes if it was going to continue as a viable population, and so it wanted the Head Girl and Boy to…get pregnant. Hermione had gasped aloud, shocked, when she read this, which she had luckily read as one of those last pages in the last book that she had pulled on the subject. How interfering and odd and…scandalous that was. She heard a low velvet chuckle just over her shoulder and suddenly realized that someone was reading just over her shoulder. She whirled around, scared perhaps for her very life, when she discovered that it was her potions professor, Professor Snape, who was standing there and laughing at her.
"What do you find so funny, sir?" she shot at the black clothed man.
"Just your naïveté, my dear Miss. Granger," the Professor replied.
"About what?" she asked him, confused.
"not realizing what you and the Head Boy were expected to do."
"Expected? They still want us to have a...a baby?" she glared at the infuriating man and waited for a reply.
"Hardly. If it happens, the administration will, however, certainly look the other way…but I highly doubt that anything like that will occur." He said.
She narrowed her eye at the annoying man and asked another question that she suddenly realized he might have the answer to. "So…Professor, you know who is Head Boy, right? Who? Who?" she clamored for an answer.
"Hush, you silly child, we are in a library after all. And yes I do know the Head Boy is I am a Professor Of Hogwarts, after all but you are not. You may be the Head Girl, and you may be spending three entire weeks at school early, but that does not give you the right to know classified information you silly chit." And with that, he gave her his patented Snape Death Glare and stalked off, with a swish of his bat like robes.
Only, something really strange had just occurred. Hermione should have been petrified and wanting to run away from Snape after the mean look he had sent her and the fact that he had gone away with out even saying goodbye and telling her that he would see her in a week like any normal nice sane person would have. But she didn't want to escape from him. Oh, she was paralyzed all right, but it was with how incredibly drop dead sexy that glare was. Smoldering obsidian eyes, and thin but perfectly shaped lips and yes maybe his hair was lank but it hadn't seemed so lank and greasy out in the light and in fact she bet that with a little bit of shampoo and care and not standing over noxious potion's fumes all day it would be quite nice and silky and smooth. And then Hermione got goosebumps and shivers, the nice sort though, from thinking about shampooing his hair and all the stuff that was associated with that. How twisted and weird was that? She was getting hot thinking about cleaning her professor's hair?!? Hermione shook herself. She had obviously just spent way too much time in this library and she should really go home and sleep and eat. So she turned in her books to the old wizard matron who manned the huge circular desk in the middle of the library and oversaw everything, including the exchange between the Potions Professor and his student, and then she pressed her library card and said her password Peanut Butter again and she was back in her house, in the same place where she had left from, since it acted like a reverse Portkey. And she heard shouting and screaming immediately as soon as her ears adjusted to the sounds that were in her house. They seemed to be coming from her parent's bedroom, but that was not much of a surprise to Hermione because it seemed obvious to her that her parents were fighting again. On the rare times that her father was home and her mother was not out cold from a drink or too tipsy to manage to talk, which was fairly rare, and she was never completely sober, her parents fought. And a lot of the time it was about her, each blaming the other for her abnormality and trying to figure out what they should do about her because even though her mother didn't hate her the same way that her father did she still did not like or appreciate her genius witch daughter very much at all. Hermione was used to not having any love from her parents though, so she just walked up the stairs to her room, ignoring the mean sounds coming from her parent's room. She went to her room and she went over her homework and then went to sleep, which was really all she could do until she went to Hogwarts in a week.