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I just own this stupid plot . . .
Stuck With You: Chapter One: Dead?
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were sitting on the expansive lawn of Hogwarts. It was an emerald green and the lake was a shimmering blue. It was the most beautiful days Hogwarts had ever seen. It was the last day of Hermione's 6th year. She was looking forward to the days ahead. She could play with her baby sister. Read books with her father. And cook with her mother. She had many cousins, aunts, and uncles, but she had never loved them like her family. She thought there were just too many.
Harry and Ron were chatting away about Quidditch and Ron's latest girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. He noticed how pretty she looked at the End-of- the-Year-Ball. He had fallen into love. Well maybe just lust. Harry was going steady with Ginny. They made the cutest couple, or so Hermione thought.
Hermione was not romantically involved with anyone. It wasn't very important to her. She had her friends and that made her happy. But she couldn't help feeling a little lonely. She was probably the only 6th year virgin! Most of the girls their age were sluts, whores, or whatever you'd like to call them. She was going to spend the whole summer reading instead of having 'fun' with guys. It never appealed to her.
Hermione was feeling happier than she had in a while. Voldemort had not interfered this year. It was a lot more peaceful. She knew all to well that next year would be the final battle. That wouldn't get her hopes of having a wonderful life though. It felt as nothing would. Ron and Harry were chatting about their sex-lives with their girls. Hermione couldn't take their conversation any more and got up to sit on a bench a few feet away from them.
Hermione looked around for anyone to talk to. There was no one, so she began to hum to herself. She glanced up at the old castle. It had beautiful stained glass windows and stone bricks. The doors were detailed around the edges. The door going into the castle was a deep mahogany. It was beautiful. It swung open on the hinges. Professor McGonagall came out with a sad smile upon her face. She spotted Hermione and began to walk towards her. Hermione met her halfway there. She had a gigantic smile on. This made the professor even sadder.
"Hello, Professor. Such a lovely day." Hermione beamed.
"Yes, dear. Now come along. Professor Dumbledore needs to talk with you." Hermione walked behind the elderly witch with a bounce in her step. Soon they arrived at Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Heavenly Chocolate Liquor." Professor McGonagall said rather quickly. Hermione began to wonder what was wrong. Her professor was a lot more up tight than usual. It was odd in a way. The gargoyle moved aside and let them pass. McGonagall rapped on the wood door three times and it opened. Professor Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, Fawkes by his side. Surprisingly, Severus was standing in the corner with a dark look in his eyes. Minister Fudge was sitting in a chair next to Dumbledore. His bald head gleamed in the sunlight that was shining through the windows. He looked as if this meeting was just a waste of time.
"Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, Minister Fudge." Hermione said as she nodded to them in order. Dumbledore's happy twinkle in his eyes was gone to be replaced by a sad gleam. This was not good, she thought.
"Hello, Hermione. Cornelius, go ahead." Fudge glared at Hermione.
"The Dark Mark was found above your house. Your parents are dead. We arrived two hours after their call to find their bodies in ashes. Muggles are worthless anyway. And you will be assigned a guardian. That is all I must go."
"Wait." Hermione's face began to redden with anger. She looked about to burst. Even Dumbledore and McGonagall stepped back. Her eyes glimmered with hatred.
"You got there two hours after my parents sent a plea for help? Two hours? My parents and my baby sister, who probably would have been a witch, are worthless? They helped me through everything! They watched me suffer. And you think they are worthless? They are worth more to everyone here even if the had not met them than you are! You little scumbag! Thanks to you. Voldemort is still out there! No don't you cringe! It is just the name of a pathetic wizard who happens to enjoy killing! It soon will be the name of a dead man! And the next time I hear Fudge, it will be the name of a dead man to!
"You've made all of us suffer. You altered many lives. Harry Potter's life will never be the same thanks to you! He has no family and no one to go to! If you hadn't been so stubborn and excepted the truth then he would have his godfather! You are just a filthy little son of a bitch! Screw you and your little time! To busy weren't you to go and save my parents? Having your little tea time?" Severus smirked. Hermione got redder, "If you ever make a mistake again, I assure you, I will kill you or just inflict pain upon you! Do you have any idea of how I feel? I thought so. You little good for nothing pile of shit!"
Fudge was literally trembling with fear. He seemed to be scared beyond belief. Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes. She stumbled to her chair; blinded by tears. Severus was the closest one to her. He handed her a white silk handkerchief. She took it delicately in her hands and dried her tears. Soon they came back. McGonagall was crying herself. She had a few tears dropping down her aged face. Dumbledore had a single tear making its way down his face.
Severus looked severely at Fudge as if to say 'I will kill you'. He felt sorry for the girl. He had his family murdered by Voldemort when he was her age to test his loyalty. He had gone badly from that experience. Many times he had attempted suicide. He didn't want the same thing to happen to Hermione. She was too young and full of life. Still sniffing and tearing, she looked up at Dumbledore.
"W-what will h-happen? Who is m-my guardian?" Dumbledore sighed a sigh of pity.
"Well, my dear child, the only one up to taking the responsibility here is Professor Snape." Hermione just stared at her feet, as did Severus.
"What about you, sir?" The twinkle had returned to Dumbledore's eyes.
"I feel I am too old for looking after a teenager. So sorry."
"O-ok." She sniffled.
"You will be going to the Snape Mansion tomorrow. The school will be closed this summer. He is now your official guardian."
"Yes, sir." She said, rather downhearted. "When will the funeral be?"
"Their bodies were turned to ashes, but we will bury them. The funeral will be in a week. Your family will be there. You may take whomever you want. I will give you time to decide, my dear." A fresh stream of tears flooded out of her eyes. Later she headed back to her room to cry some more. A whole summer with Snape! Sounds like hell to me!
~ * ~
"Are you coming now Miss Granger, or will we have to wait another year?" She sighed at him as he smirked.
"How will we get there?" He chuckled a little. This wasn't the Snape she knew! She returned his chuckle with a smile. He immediately put his scowl back on. She had her luggage. He whispered something and it disappeared from sight. He strided confidently over to her and took her arm. He whispered something once more and she felt a small tug just behind her chest. It was replaced with a warm tingling.
Severus stood back. They were in a roomy hallway. It was rather Victorian. It was lined with beautiful trimming and the walls were cherry wood. There were many paintings of Snapeish people. They were all scowling his trademark scowl. She gasped as they walked into the guestroom to their right. The ceiling was draped with stars that twinkled against a deep blue background. The shaggy carpet was a deep purple. There was a large canopy bed in the middle.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes!" she said breathlessly.
"It was my younger sister's before she was murdered . . ." he trailed off. His voice wavered slightly. This made Hermione feel a little sorry for him. This made her remember her baby sister that had been murdered and began to cry. Dry sobs were racking her body. She fell upon the carpet. Before her head hit the floor, Severus had lifted her up from the floor. He brought her to a poufy couch and sat with her on it. He felt it was just instinct to pull her into his arms and hold until she fell asleep. He had done it once with his sister. She felt strong arms envelop her in a warm embrace. She buried her face in Severus's black robes. He smelt of sandalwood, spices, and worn leather. He rocked her back and forth. Her crying subsided as she fell into a deep slumber. He lifted her sleeping body and placed it upon the bed.
TBC . . .
~A/n~
Awwwwwwwwww! If anyone reviews I will put your pn up on the story! I like bribing people! **Grins foolishly** Please review!
-Bob [I'm a girl, my nickname :)]
Stuck With You: Chapter One: Dead?
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were sitting on the expansive lawn of Hogwarts. It was an emerald green and the lake was a shimmering blue. It was the most beautiful days Hogwarts had ever seen. It was the last day of Hermione's 6th year. She was looking forward to the days ahead. She could play with her baby sister. Read books with her father. And cook with her mother. She had many cousins, aunts, and uncles, but she had never loved them like her family. She thought there were just too many.
Harry and Ron were chatting away about Quidditch and Ron's latest girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. He noticed how pretty she looked at the End-of- the-Year-Ball. He had fallen into love. Well maybe just lust. Harry was going steady with Ginny. They made the cutest couple, or so Hermione thought.
Hermione was not romantically involved with anyone. It wasn't very important to her. She had her friends and that made her happy. But she couldn't help feeling a little lonely. She was probably the only 6th year virgin! Most of the girls their age were sluts, whores, or whatever you'd like to call them. She was going to spend the whole summer reading instead of having 'fun' with guys. It never appealed to her.
Hermione was feeling happier than she had in a while. Voldemort had not interfered this year. It was a lot more peaceful. She knew all to well that next year would be the final battle. That wouldn't get her hopes of having a wonderful life though. It felt as nothing would. Ron and Harry were chatting about their sex-lives with their girls. Hermione couldn't take their conversation any more and got up to sit on a bench a few feet away from them.
Hermione looked around for anyone to talk to. There was no one, so she began to hum to herself. She glanced up at the old castle. It had beautiful stained glass windows and stone bricks. The doors were detailed around the edges. The door going into the castle was a deep mahogany. It was beautiful. It swung open on the hinges. Professor McGonagall came out with a sad smile upon her face. She spotted Hermione and began to walk towards her. Hermione met her halfway there. She had a gigantic smile on. This made the professor even sadder.
"Hello, Professor. Such a lovely day." Hermione beamed.
"Yes, dear. Now come along. Professor Dumbledore needs to talk with you." Hermione walked behind the elderly witch with a bounce in her step. Soon they arrived at Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Heavenly Chocolate Liquor." Professor McGonagall said rather quickly. Hermione began to wonder what was wrong. Her professor was a lot more up tight than usual. It was odd in a way. The gargoyle moved aside and let them pass. McGonagall rapped on the wood door three times and it opened. Professor Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, Fawkes by his side. Surprisingly, Severus was standing in the corner with a dark look in his eyes. Minister Fudge was sitting in a chair next to Dumbledore. His bald head gleamed in the sunlight that was shining through the windows. He looked as if this meeting was just a waste of time.
"Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, Minister Fudge." Hermione said as she nodded to them in order. Dumbledore's happy twinkle in his eyes was gone to be replaced by a sad gleam. This was not good, she thought.
"Hello, Hermione. Cornelius, go ahead." Fudge glared at Hermione.
"The Dark Mark was found above your house. Your parents are dead. We arrived two hours after their call to find their bodies in ashes. Muggles are worthless anyway. And you will be assigned a guardian. That is all I must go."
"Wait." Hermione's face began to redden with anger. She looked about to burst. Even Dumbledore and McGonagall stepped back. Her eyes glimmered with hatred.
"You got there two hours after my parents sent a plea for help? Two hours? My parents and my baby sister, who probably would have been a witch, are worthless? They helped me through everything! They watched me suffer. And you think they are worthless? They are worth more to everyone here even if the had not met them than you are! You little scumbag! Thanks to you. Voldemort is still out there! No don't you cringe! It is just the name of a pathetic wizard who happens to enjoy killing! It soon will be the name of a dead man! And the next time I hear Fudge, it will be the name of a dead man to!
"You've made all of us suffer. You altered many lives. Harry Potter's life will never be the same thanks to you! He has no family and no one to go to! If you hadn't been so stubborn and excepted the truth then he would have his godfather! You are just a filthy little son of a bitch! Screw you and your little time! To busy weren't you to go and save my parents? Having your little tea time?" Severus smirked. Hermione got redder, "If you ever make a mistake again, I assure you, I will kill you or just inflict pain upon you! Do you have any idea of how I feel? I thought so. You little good for nothing pile of shit!"
Fudge was literally trembling with fear. He seemed to be scared beyond belief. Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes. She stumbled to her chair; blinded by tears. Severus was the closest one to her. He handed her a white silk handkerchief. She took it delicately in her hands and dried her tears. Soon they came back. McGonagall was crying herself. She had a few tears dropping down her aged face. Dumbledore had a single tear making its way down his face.
Severus looked severely at Fudge as if to say 'I will kill you'. He felt sorry for the girl. He had his family murdered by Voldemort when he was her age to test his loyalty. He had gone badly from that experience. Many times he had attempted suicide. He didn't want the same thing to happen to Hermione. She was too young and full of life. Still sniffing and tearing, she looked up at Dumbledore.
"W-what will h-happen? Who is m-my guardian?" Dumbledore sighed a sigh of pity.
"Well, my dear child, the only one up to taking the responsibility here is Professor Snape." Hermione just stared at her feet, as did Severus.
"What about you, sir?" The twinkle had returned to Dumbledore's eyes.
"I feel I am too old for looking after a teenager. So sorry."
"O-ok." She sniffled.
"You will be going to the Snape Mansion tomorrow. The school will be closed this summer. He is now your official guardian."
"Yes, sir." She said, rather downhearted. "When will the funeral be?"
"Their bodies were turned to ashes, but we will bury them. The funeral will be in a week. Your family will be there. You may take whomever you want. I will give you time to decide, my dear." A fresh stream of tears flooded out of her eyes. Later she headed back to her room to cry some more. A whole summer with Snape! Sounds like hell to me!
~ * ~
"Are you coming now Miss Granger, or will we have to wait another year?" She sighed at him as he smirked.
"How will we get there?" He chuckled a little. This wasn't the Snape she knew! She returned his chuckle with a smile. He immediately put his scowl back on. She had her luggage. He whispered something and it disappeared from sight. He strided confidently over to her and took her arm. He whispered something once more and she felt a small tug just behind her chest. It was replaced with a warm tingling.
Severus stood back. They were in a roomy hallway. It was rather Victorian. It was lined with beautiful trimming and the walls were cherry wood. There were many paintings of Snapeish people. They were all scowling his trademark scowl. She gasped as they walked into the guestroom to their right. The ceiling was draped with stars that twinkled against a deep blue background. The shaggy carpet was a deep purple. There was a large canopy bed in the middle.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes!" she said breathlessly.
"It was my younger sister's before she was murdered . . ." he trailed off. His voice wavered slightly. This made Hermione feel a little sorry for him. This made her remember her baby sister that had been murdered and began to cry. Dry sobs were racking her body. She fell upon the carpet. Before her head hit the floor, Severus had lifted her up from the floor. He brought her to a poufy couch and sat with her on it. He felt it was just instinct to pull her into his arms and hold until she fell asleep. He had done it once with his sister. She felt strong arms envelop her in a warm embrace. She buried her face in Severus's black robes. He smelt of sandalwood, spices, and worn leather. He rocked her back and forth. Her crying subsided as she fell into a deep slumber. He lifted her sleeping body and placed it upon the bed.
TBC . . .
~A/n~
Awwwwwwwwww! If anyone reviews I will put your pn up on the story! I like bribing people! **Grins foolishly** Please review!
-Bob [I'm a girl, my nickname :)]