Isabel



Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only the plot, the whole plot and nothing but the plot

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Chapter 4

Detention



Exactly at eight o 'clock that evening Hermione walked into the dungeon. "Professor Snape?" she called out. He didn't answer, the dungeon was empty.

She put her bag on the floor, pulled out a book and began to read, thinking he was in his office or something.

She was totally lost in the book, so she didn't hear Professor Snape come in. He came from his private room and stood in the door-opening without announcing his presence. She reminded him of himself when he was about her age. He had also spend a lot of time in the library, absorbing the knowledge. But there was one big difference between the two of them: she had friends.

She had Potter and that Weasley-guy and now there was also Isabel to pull her out of her isolation to make fun with her. He had had no one. He had to admit that it was a great deal of jealousy that he'd acted like a furious prick this afternoon.

When he was outside for a little walk, he had heard their laughing voices and he was curious what they were doing. So he changed his route and decided to take another path that was leading to the big lawn where the four of them were playing a game.

He didn't know the game, he suggested it was a muggle-game. Hermione was playing with Isabel, and for the first time he saw the similarity between those two girls. Not only was Isabel just as smart as Hermione was, they were also looking very much the same. If you didn't knew better, you'd think they were sisters. He was so absorbed by his thoughts, that he didn't notice Hermione running backwards. . He saw her just before she fell over him, but it was too late ; they had tumbled in the grass and he had felt like a complete fool.

He sighed deep. It was a few weeks ago when he'd noticed for the first time what an extrordinary beautiful young woman she had become. Her hair was now waist-length and she had the right curves on the right places. He skin was lightly tanned and she had the face of an angel. Beautiful deep- brown eyes and a sensuous mouth. Soon she would turn many boys' head, but, to think of it, she did that already.

He cleared his troath. Hermione jumped up, she was totally absorbed by the book, which she closed immediately.

"Good evening, Professor" she said and stood up. "What do you want me to do for detention?"

"Well, Madam Pomfey asked me to prepare some bottles of anti-flue-potion, but I really don't have time to make them. Prepare some for about twelve bottles, and when you're done, you can go."

Hermione nodded. She could make that potion with her eyes closed, it was easy to prepare, but the smell was incredible.

"You can find the ingedients on the table over there".

Hermoine walked over to the table and began to prepare he ingedients. As she was busy with the Fwooper-feathers, she took a glance at the professor's desk.

He was busy correcting essays, and his long, black hair fell in strands along his face. He muttered some nasty words as he marked the errors. "What the hell .. You've got to think he knew better after six years". Hermione smiled. She couldn't imagine he was that bad. 'He 's got to have a sensitive site' she thought as she went on with the potion.

She looked in the couldron. Perfect. The potion had a dark-purple colour and had only to cool of for about ten minutes. Then she could bottle it at clean everything up. After that she was free to go. She had promised her friends that she would be back as soon as possible.

"Excuse me, Professor, but I'm finished with the potion" she said as she put the last cork in the bottle. He didn't answer her, so she turned herself to face him. He wasn't correcting essays anymore, instead he leaned against the chair with his head backwards. His pale face had become even paler and his eyes were closed as if he was in pain.

Hermione saw he was perspiring and without hesitation she ran to his desk. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and asked "Professor, can you hear me ?" He nodded.

"Can you talk to me?"

He whimpered in pain and Hermione decided to call for professor Dumbledore. She summoned a house-elf, normally she was against it, but this was an emergency, and told him to get Professor Dumbledore. In the meanwhile she was trying to comfort her Professor, who groaned in pain. She saw he was clutching his stomach, and for a second she was afraid that somebody had tried to poison him.

A few minutes later, hours in Hermione's opinion, Professor Dumbledore appeared out of the fireplace, his face very worried. He stepped to Professor Snape, who was uncunsious by then.

"Can you tell me what had happened, Miss Granger?"

"Well, one minute he was correcting essays at his desk and everything seemed very normal, and a few minutes later he was like this. I don't know what happened Professor, but - you won't thinks that he's poisoned, would you ?"

Professor Dumbledore took a better look at his potions master. "No, he's not poisoned, but I think we should bring him immediately to the hospital- wing."

As he said this, he levitated Professor Snape from the ground and brought him to Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh, I think I know what is wrong with him" she said as she examened him. "I think he has got an appendictis. We have to remove his appendix immediately"

"Miss Granger, thank you very much for your help, I think Professor Snape would be very thankful if he knew you called for help. But now it is time for you to go to your Common Room".

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. Are you going to do the operation now?" she asked Madam Pomfrey.

"Yes dear, I suppose we would lose a lot of time bringing him to St. Mungo's, and the operation is quite simple, I've done it a hundred of times" she assured Hermione.

'The poor girl. She's very anxcious about him' she thought as she saw Hermiones worried face.

"You know what, when the operation is over, I will owl you how he is, O.K?"

"That would be nice. Thank you very much. Then I will go to my friends now, goodnight"

"Goodnight, Hermione, and thanks again"













A/N: Please, don't be angry when I make mistakes. English is not my mother- language and although I think I manage quite well, I realise that the grammar isn't always correct. If you think it is very disturbing, please review and I will change it !!! Thank you.