Hey folks! Sorry about the terribly long wait, I got a cold and had
no energy to write cause god knows I cant afford to not go to work. Any
ways, here it is.read on!
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Hermoine softly closed the door and paused for a moment, staring at the
doorknob wondering if she could back out now before he noticed she was
there.
"What do you want Miss Granger," Too late, she turned around to see him sitting at his desk, feet up and eyes closed. "I figured that maybe you could keep the class in line and from killing themselves, at least for half the lesson, but it seems you couldn't even do that." He paused, opened his eyes, and sneered at her. "Unless of course you interrupted me against my wishes and no one is dead yet."
"No one is dead, in fact everyone is doing quite well, preparing their ingredients. I'm sure I can handle one class period without getting anyone killed sir." She said, walking over to stand in front of his desk.
"Then why are you in here?!?!?" Snape raged, swinging his feet off the desk and standing up.
"It seems, sir," she started, trying not to be intimidated by his towering form, "that in your rush to leave us to our own capacities that you, seemingly, forgot, to give us access to the powdered unicorn horn. Which you know is only in your stores."
"And I fail to see what is the problem. Do you not know where my stores are, or the security wards that need deactivating before you try to open them." He paused long enough to see her gaping at him in shock, and sat back down. "I thought so. Did you really think that those escapades into my stores during your first few years really escaped my attention? I just had no tangible proof that you were the ones that stole from my stores." He watched as she tried to defend herself.
"I didn't. I'd never, it wasn't me." She protested her pale face and choppy declaration giving away her lie.
"Sure, I believe that, listen the newest password is 'Tiny Dancer' and don't think that I won't be changing that right after class. The rest is still the same."
Hermoine was surprised that he was willingly giving her his password. But she was more surprised at the choice of the password; Snape, king of the Slyth territories using a muggle song title as a password, this didn't follow reasoning.
" 'Tiny Dancer,' as in the Elton John song?" she had to struggle not to laugh. "How original for someone of your.traditional beliefs."
"What, surprised at the fact I chose a muggle song as password. Makes sense in an odd way actually. Who in their right mind would be walking past my stores singing a muggle song? Muggle-borns would be too scared to sing it anywhere in the dungeons and what Slytherin would know that song, let alone sing it in public."
Hermione pictured Pansy skipping around the potions classroom sing the Elton John song and finally lost her battle with her laughter.
"What, pray tell, is so funny, Miss Granger?"
"I'm,.Pansy.song.in.class." She said, between bursts of laughter.
Severus smiled at the image this brought to mind and Hermoine froze in shock at the sight. When she froze Severus realized that he was smiling in front of a student and quickly wiped the grin off his face.
"Is something the matter Miss Granger?" he snarled, extra viciously, trying to make up for the smile. "Or are you going to go and hand out that ingredient before someone blows up the dungeons without anyone there to stop them."
"Oh.of course sir!" she scurried towards the door but paused before opening them. "Are you OK sir? I couldn't help but notice something was wrong before."
"I am FINE Miss Granger." Severus raged, upset about being reminded; he had almost forgot for a few precious minutes.
"Ok, well if you ever want to talk about anything."
"Miss Granger, did it ever occur to you that if I wanted to talk about something with some one it would be some one my own age; not a student, and definitely not a silly little muggle-born like yourself. Now go back to CLASS!"
Hermoine winced at his admonition, and had to fight back tears.
"Yes sir." She whispered as she opened the door to the classroom. She was so distracted by her hurt thoughts that she didn't notice that the students in the potions classroom suddenly scurried to work as soon as she opened the door. They had all been sitting silently and watching the door for the five minutes she had been in there. When they noticed that she wasn't paying attention to them they all stopped again and watched her walk to Snape's stores.
"She looks like she's gonna cry." Harry noted, "I wonder what happened in there."
"If he hurt her I swear to god."
"Shut up Ron." Draco said from across the aisle, "Get over her already. You guys tried and it didn't work." Draco knew Harry worried about Ron's feelings for Hermione.
They had tried to date in the beginning of sixth year but it had only lasted a month before Hermione got tired of the constant arguing and making up, not that the making up wasn't fun, but the cycle got old quickly. So Hermione broke up with Ron and he didn't dispute her because he wanted her to be happy and she obviously wasn't happy at the time. But he hadn't been able to get over her and he still tended to be quite protective of her at times.
"I'm trying but I just can't." Ron moped, watching Hermione open Snape's stores.
"Draco, leave Ron be." Harry broke in quietly, "He can't help it if he still loves her, I know if we broke up I wouldn't be able to get over you either." He smiled sweetly, "Would you?"
"Of course," Draco said primly. Harry raised his eyebrow, and Draco smiled sheepishly. "After about a lifetime or so." Draco leaned over and kissed Harry and Ron just rolled his eyes.
"If you two are quite done," Hermione interrupted, "I brought you guys your powdered unicorn horn so you can start your brewing."
Draco and Harry broke apart smiling happily.
"But Hermione," Draco pouted, "I thought you said we make an adorable couple, and now you are breaking up our kissing"
Hermoine laughed, "And normally I'd sit and roll my eyes with Ron, but since I get in trouble if you guys don't finish your potion or mess up your potion cause you guys are too busy kissing I'm interrupting you."
"Oh well," Harry sighed, "If you must. Thanks for the unicorn horn."
"You're welcome." Hermione turned around to face the rest of the class. "Hey, everyone, listen up I put the powdered unicorn horn on Snape's desk." After everyone had murmured some sort of response she turned back to her, Ron's, and Neville's cauldron and started to add ingredients to the potion base.
The rest of class passed without incident and, after Hermione made sure all the potions were bottled and labeled properly; the group left the dungeons for lunch. As they trudged up the stairs Harry turned to Hermione suddenly.
"Why were you upset when you came out of Snape's office? Are you ok?"
Hermione paused for a second before deciding not to tell them what happened, they wouldn't understand why she offered to listen or why she was hurt when he shot her down so harshly, she didn't even understand why she was so hurt.
"I'm fine." She stated simply, "Snape was just being a git like always."
"Oh, ok" Harry shrugged, "That what I figured but I thought I'd better check just in case." He turned back to Draco and Ron and carried on his Quidditch conversation with them.
"No problem," she muttered. "You may tend to ignore me and take me for granted but at least you notice and worry if something's wrong."
"What'd you say, Hermione?" Draco asked quizzically, turning to her.
"Nothing hun, just talking to myself, trying to figure out what homework I'm going to have to do tonight."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Do you ever think of anything else?" Ron asked.
"I guess not Ron." She sniped before storming off.
"What's her problem?" Ron complained, confused at Hermoine's behaviour change. Draco just shook his head. *~*~*
As Hermione, Harry, Draco, and Ron were sitting down to lunch Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts headmaster, was sitting at his desk flipping through letters from the school govenors, all complaining because he hadn't found a 'suitable replacement' for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position. Dumbledore, however, could fail to see why a replacement was needed, Remus Lupin did a fine job. He had 3 years ago and he had the year before. He looked up at the clock and sighed before shuffling the papers together into a pile and dumping the whole mess in the rubbish bin, he would write a similar response to all of them later. As he was sitting back up he heard someone outside his office yelling at the gargyole to let them in.
Dumbledore smiled, right on time. He motioned for the gargyole to let the student in, and frowned as they stomped up the stairs. Dumbledore winced as the door banged open.
"Professor Dumbledore!" He smiled at his new arrival.
"I've been expecting you, have a seat." As he studied the young man in front of him he felt bemused. He knew something of great importence would happen in the next few weeks but he did not know what, he looked forward to seeing how everything played out. The young man just glared at him.
"Oh! Yes! I believe you would like an explination, am I correct?"
"That would be appreciated." He said menecingly.
"What do you last remember?"
"Walking out of the Slytherin common room, and getting bombarded by curses."
"Just as I suspected. What I believe happened was that some randommix of those curses backfired and this is the result. Who was throwing the curses by the way?"
The student glared at Dumbledore sullenly and sank further down in his seat.
"Who do you think?" he asked sarcasticly.
"Ah. I suppose that was a rather stupid question." Dumbledore smiled with a twinkle in his eye, he had a feeling that the boy would not like what was coming next. "So, now that we know why you are here we should find out where you belong." Dumbledore summoned the sorting hat to him. The young man looked torn between amusement and disbelief.
"What do you mean? I am a Slytherin." He said incrediously.
"All the better to double check then. It will only take a second." The student grabbed the hat of the table.
"Let's get it over with then." He stuck the hat on his head. Wincing when he felt his thoughts being rifled through and the high voice in his head, it made him want to scratch the inside of his head. Like there were bugs or something in there.
Curious.he heard the thing think.I've seen you before. Quite a brillent mind, and determined to get your way in things.the young man smirked, it sounded like he was getting sent right back where he belonged.however times are different and you are different in these times.his face went from a smirk to shock momentarily, different, what was the hat saying.you are also quite brave.Uh Oh, it better not, he thought.Better be.No, no no no no. GRYFFINDOR!!
"NO!!!" the young man ripped the hat off his head. "NO no no no no!" he protested, "Take it back, take it back right NOW!"
"I stand by what I say." The hat replies. "Gryffindor it is!"
"NO!! I'll.I'll rip you to shreads, I'll throw you in the fire.I'll.I'll aaagghhh!!!" As the young man tried to rip the hat up Dumbledor watched with amusement. Of course it was spelled against just that happening. But as the young man stormed over to the fire to try and carry out his next threat Dumbledore summoned the sorting hat to keep it from damage.
"Now now, we can't have you destroying this, it is a school heirloom after all. Do sit down. Lemondrop?"
The boy scowled at him again.
"I do believe a change of uniform is in order." The boy's scowl just deepened and with a few wand waves his uniform had changed from his customary silver and green to the Gryffindor red and gold.
" Now just a few more things before you can go. Our Head Girl, Hermione Granger, will be down in the entrence hall in an hour to show you around the school, I've told her and everyone else that you are visiting for the time being and up until now you have been taught by tutors. Everything you could need you will find in a trunk by your new bed, and, last, as we can't call you by your name as that would cause problems, you shall go by you middle name and your mothers maiden name. Alright, Salazar LeStrange it is."
The young man just scowled at Dumbledore through out everything.
"Anything else then?"
"Nope, nothing at all." Dumbledore replied.
"In that case." The boy jumped out of his chair and stormed out of the door.
Dumbledore listened as the boy who would later in his life become his potions master storm down the steps and out of his office.
"Ahhh.Poor Severus."
"What do you want Miss Granger," Too late, she turned around to see him sitting at his desk, feet up and eyes closed. "I figured that maybe you could keep the class in line and from killing themselves, at least for half the lesson, but it seems you couldn't even do that." He paused, opened his eyes, and sneered at her. "Unless of course you interrupted me against my wishes and no one is dead yet."
"No one is dead, in fact everyone is doing quite well, preparing their ingredients. I'm sure I can handle one class period without getting anyone killed sir." She said, walking over to stand in front of his desk.
"Then why are you in here?!?!?" Snape raged, swinging his feet off the desk and standing up.
"It seems, sir," she started, trying not to be intimidated by his towering form, "that in your rush to leave us to our own capacities that you, seemingly, forgot, to give us access to the powdered unicorn horn. Which you know is only in your stores."
"And I fail to see what is the problem. Do you not know where my stores are, or the security wards that need deactivating before you try to open them." He paused long enough to see her gaping at him in shock, and sat back down. "I thought so. Did you really think that those escapades into my stores during your first few years really escaped my attention? I just had no tangible proof that you were the ones that stole from my stores." He watched as she tried to defend herself.
"I didn't. I'd never, it wasn't me." She protested her pale face and choppy declaration giving away her lie.
"Sure, I believe that, listen the newest password is 'Tiny Dancer' and don't think that I won't be changing that right after class. The rest is still the same."
Hermoine was surprised that he was willingly giving her his password. But she was more surprised at the choice of the password; Snape, king of the Slyth territories using a muggle song title as a password, this didn't follow reasoning.
" 'Tiny Dancer,' as in the Elton John song?" she had to struggle not to laugh. "How original for someone of your.traditional beliefs."
"What, surprised at the fact I chose a muggle song as password. Makes sense in an odd way actually. Who in their right mind would be walking past my stores singing a muggle song? Muggle-borns would be too scared to sing it anywhere in the dungeons and what Slytherin would know that song, let alone sing it in public."
Hermione pictured Pansy skipping around the potions classroom sing the Elton John song and finally lost her battle with her laughter.
"What, pray tell, is so funny, Miss Granger?"
"I'm,.Pansy.song.in.class." She said, between bursts of laughter.
Severus smiled at the image this brought to mind and Hermoine froze in shock at the sight. When she froze Severus realized that he was smiling in front of a student and quickly wiped the grin off his face.
"Is something the matter Miss Granger?" he snarled, extra viciously, trying to make up for the smile. "Or are you going to go and hand out that ingredient before someone blows up the dungeons without anyone there to stop them."
"Oh.of course sir!" she scurried towards the door but paused before opening them. "Are you OK sir? I couldn't help but notice something was wrong before."
"I am FINE Miss Granger." Severus raged, upset about being reminded; he had almost forgot for a few precious minutes.
"Ok, well if you ever want to talk about anything."
"Miss Granger, did it ever occur to you that if I wanted to talk about something with some one it would be some one my own age; not a student, and definitely not a silly little muggle-born like yourself. Now go back to CLASS!"
Hermoine winced at his admonition, and had to fight back tears.
"Yes sir." She whispered as she opened the door to the classroom. She was so distracted by her hurt thoughts that she didn't notice that the students in the potions classroom suddenly scurried to work as soon as she opened the door. They had all been sitting silently and watching the door for the five minutes she had been in there. When they noticed that she wasn't paying attention to them they all stopped again and watched her walk to Snape's stores.
"She looks like she's gonna cry." Harry noted, "I wonder what happened in there."
"If he hurt her I swear to god."
"Shut up Ron." Draco said from across the aisle, "Get over her already. You guys tried and it didn't work." Draco knew Harry worried about Ron's feelings for Hermione.
They had tried to date in the beginning of sixth year but it had only lasted a month before Hermione got tired of the constant arguing and making up, not that the making up wasn't fun, but the cycle got old quickly. So Hermione broke up with Ron and he didn't dispute her because he wanted her to be happy and she obviously wasn't happy at the time. But he hadn't been able to get over her and he still tended to be quite protective of her at times.
"I'm trying but I just can't." Ron moped, watching Hermione open Snape's stores.
"Draco, leave Ron be." Harry broke in quietly, "He can't help it if he still loves her, I know if we broke up I wouldn't be able to get over you either." He smiled sweetly, "Would you?"
"Of course," Draco said primly. Harry raised his eyebrow, and Draco smiled sheepishly. "After about a lifetime or so." Draco leaned over and kissed Harry and Ron just rolled his eyes.
"If you two are quite done," Hermione interrupted, "I brought you guys your powdered unicorn horn so you can start your brewing."
Draco and Harry broke apart smiling happily.
"But Hermione," Draco pouted, "I thought you said we make an adorable couple, and now you are breaking up our kissing"
Hermoine laughed, "And normally I'd sit and roll my eyes with Ron, but since I get in trouble if you guys don't finish your potion or mess up your potion cause you guys are too busy kissing I'm interrupting you."
"Oh well," Harry sighed, "If you must. Thanks for the unicorn horn."
"You're welcome." Hermione turned around to face the rest of the class. "Hey, everyone, listen up I put the powdered unicorn horn on Snape's desk." After everyone had murmured some sort of response she turned back to her, Ron's, and Neville's cauldron and started to add ingredients to the potion base.
The rest of class passed without incident and, after Hermione made sure all the potions were bottled and labeled properly; the group left the dungeons for lunch. As they trudged up the stairs Harry turned to Hermione suddenly.
"Why were you upset when you came out of Snape's office? Are you ok?"
Hermione paused for a second before deciding not to tell them what happened, they wouldn't understand why she offered to listen or why she was hurt when he shot her down so harshly, she didn't even understand why she was so hurt.
"I'm fine." She stated simply, "Snape was just being a git like always."
"Oh, ok" Harry shrugged, "That what I figured but I thought I'd better check just in case." He turned back to Draco and Ron and carried on his Quidditch conversation with them.
"No problem," she muttered. "You may tend to ignore me and take me for granted but at least you notice and worry if something's wrong."
"What'd you say, Hermione?" Draco asked quizzically, turning to her.
"Nothing hun, just talking to myself, trying to figure out what homework I'm going to have to do tonight."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Do you ever think of anything else?" Ron asked.
"I guess not Ron." She sniped before storming off.
"What's her problem?" Ron complained, confused at Hermoine's behaviour change. Draco just shook his head. *~*~*
As Hermione, Harry, Draco, and Ron were sitting down to lunch Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts headmaster, was sitting at his desk flipping through letters from the school govenors, all complaining because he hadn't found a 'suitable replacement' for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position. Dumbledore, however, could fail to see why a replacement was needed, Remus Lupin did a fine job. He had 3 years ago and he had the year before. He looked up at the clock and sighed before shuffling the papers together into a pile and dumping the whole mess in the rubbish bin, he would write a similar response to all of them later. As he was sitting back up he heard someone outside his office yelling at the gargyole to let them in.
Dumbledore smiled, right on time. He motioned for the gargyole to let the student in, and frowned as they stomped up the stairs. Dumbledore winced as the door banged open.
"Professor Dumbledore!" He smiled at his new arrival.
"I've been expecting you, have a seat." As he studied the young man in front of him he felt bemused. He knew something of great importence would happen in the next few weeks but he did not know what, he looked forward to seeing how everything played out. The young man just glared at him.
"Oh! Yes! I believe you would like an explination, am I correct?"
"That would be appreciated." He said menecingly.
"What do you last remember?"
"Walking out of the Slytherin common room, and getting bombarded by curses."
"Just as I suspected. What I believe happened was that some randommix of those curses backfired and this is the result. Who was throwing the curses by the way?"
The student glared at Dumbledore sullenly and sank further down in his seat.
"Who do you think?" he asked sarcasticly.
"Ah. I suppose that was a rather stupid question." Dumbledore smiled with a twinkle in his eye, he had a feeling that the boy would not like what was coming next. "So, now that we know why you are here we should find out where you belong." Dumbledore summoned the sorting hat to him. The young man looked torn between amusement and disbelief.
"What do you mean? I am a Slytherin." He said incrediously.
"All the better to double check then. It will only take a second." The student grabbed the hat of the table.
"Let's get it over with then." He stuck the hat on his head. Wincing when he felt his thoughts being rifled through and the high voice in his head, it made him want to scratch the inside of his head. Like there were bugs or something in there.
Curious.he heard the thing think.I've seen you before. Quite a brillent mind, and determined to get your way in things.the young man smirked, it sounded like he was getting sent right back where he belonged.however times are different and you are different in these times.his face went from a smirk to shock momentarily, different, what was the hat saying.you are also quite brave.Uh Oh, it better not, he thought.Better be.No, no no no no. GRYFFINDOR!!
"NO!!!" the young man ripped the hat off his head. "NO no no no no!" he protested, "Take it back, take it back right NOW!"
"I stand by what I say." The hat replies. "Gryffindor it is!"
"NO!! I'll.I'll rip you to shreads, I'll throw you in the fire.I'll.I'll aaagghhh!!!" As the young man tried to rip the hat up Dumbledor watched with amusement. Of course it was spelled against just that happening. But as the young man stormed over to the fire to try and carry out his next threat Dumbledore summoned the sorting hat to keep it from damage.
"Now now, we can't have you destroying this, it is a school heirloom after all. Do sit down. Lemondrop?"
The boy scowled at him again.
"I do believe a change of uniform is in order." The boy's scowl just deepened and with a few wand waves his uniform had changed from his customary silver and green to the Gryffindor red and gold.
" Now just a few more things before you can go. Our Head Girl, Hermione Granger, will be down in the entrence hall in an hour to show you around the school, I've told her and everyone else that you are visiting for the time being and up until now you have been taught by tutors. Everything you could need you will find in a trunk by your new bed, and, last, as we can't call you by your name as that would cause problems, you shall go by you middle name and your mothers maiden name. Alright, Salazar LeStrange it is."
The young man just scowled at Dumbledore through out everything.
"Anything else then?"
"Nope, nothing at all." Dumbledore replied.
"In that case." The boy jumped out of his chair and stormed out of the door.
Dumbledore listened as the boy who would later in his life become his potions master storm down the steps and out of his office.
"Ahhh.Poor Severus."