Thank-you to everyone who read my stories, this chapter is dedicated to Potter Madl: my favourite reviewer.
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Hermione trooped silently to her next class, her mind filled with what Ron might have said. 'Could he like me?' she wondered, 'No, who'd like a bushy-haired, beaver-toothed, library-lover like me?' answered the practical side of her mind, 'but maybe he does' argued her romantic side...
Her inner fight would have carried on for quite a while, if Harry hadn't seen her and called out to her, she went to him and he raged at Professor Snape, listing all the disgusting things he had to do and occasionally throwing out an epitaph, which made Hermione rebuke him.
As the evening drew nearer, thoughts of Ron left her and she was filled with dread, scared of the horrible punishment Snape had for her.
Harry had gone to visit Ron, alone, and came back to report that Ron was left happily munching on a packet of Chocolate Frogs that they had bought for him, they had both written 'Get Well' messages and Hermione had signed it: 'With Love', even she didn't know in what sense she meant it.
An hour before dinner, she left for her detention, Snape was nowhere in sight and she sat quietly in a seat, waiting for him. When he arrived, he sat at his desk and declared, "Miss Granger, I am tired of teaching you bunch of dunder-heads and my muscles have seized up, come here and loosen them for me!"
Hermione stared at him, thunderstruck, "What?" she finally managed.
"Didn't you hear the first time, Granger? Come and give me a massage!"
Hermione mutely shook her head.
Snape's eyes glinted dangerously, "Do it, or 500 points from Gryffindor..." he said softly.
Hermione gasped and came slowly to him, he leaned his head back on his chair and she placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed. Hermione closed her eyes, but Snape was enjoying the experience and soon dozed. Every movement filled Hermione with disgust, she wished for a knife, so she could stab it into those greasy shoulder blades.
After what seemed like hours, Snape woke up with a start and dismissed her with a frightening notion, "Maybe I should give you detention more often"
Hermione ran to the girls' bathroom and washed her hands again and again, she felt that Snape's germs would never leave her, she felt unclean, and she skipped dinner because she didn't want to touch anything. As she was going to bed, she did a cleansing charm on her hands, only then did she feel human again.
The next day, she saw Ron at breakfast, his arm was fine now and he sat eating his breakfast and chatting to Dean. With a greeting to both of them, she sat opposite Ron and ravenously ate her breakfast.
"Hungry?" Ron teased
"Starving"
"Why? Was your detention with Snape an appetite taker?"
"Exactly", she bent her head to hide her disgusted expression.
Their first lesson was Potions, and Hermione was filled with anxiety at the thought. Harry joined them, and asked about Hermione's detention, she skimmed over the question and changed the subject quickly.
She made a detour to the bathroom before class, making sure that she was immaculate, so Snape couldn't use it as an excuse to fulfill his threat.
She sat though class on tenterhooks, and didn't answer any questions so he couldn't give her a detention for being a Know-it-All. When the bell rang, she sighed with relief but as she walked out of the door, Snape called after her, "Detention, Granger, for not answering my questions, I know that you knew the answers."
Hermione kept a poker face as she walked out of class, Harry and Ron were swearing at Snape and Hermione just stared dully at the floor. "Hermione..." said Harry and she burst into tears.
Both boys looked at her in surprise and Ron automatically opened his arms to her, she buried her head in his shoulder and carried on sobbing, he patted her head awkwardly. After a while, she stopped crying and lifted her head, "I'm sorry..." and she explained what had happened at her previous detention.
They both looked livid and stared at her flushed face. Ron passionately said, "No one does that to my gir- ummm friend and gets away with it!" Harry agreed with him and they both promised Hermione that she wouldn't attend that detention, that they would somehow, stop Snape.
With a watery smile of thanks, Hermione walked with them to their next class.
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Ok, maybe it got too melodramatic by the end but Ron had to give some sign of their relationsh- ummm, friendship.
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Hermione trooped silently to her next class, her mind filled with what Ron might have said. 'Could he like me?' she wondered, 'No, who'd like a bushy-haired, beaver-toothed, library-lover like me?' answered the practical side of her mind, 'but maybe he does' argued her romantic side...
Her inner fight would have carried on for quite a while, if Harry hadn't seen her and called out to her, she went to him and he raged at Professor Snape, listing all the disgusting things he had to do and occasionally throwing out an epitaph, which made Hermione rebuke him.
As the evening drew nearer, thoughts of Ron left her and she was filled with dread, scared of the horrible punishment Snape had for her.
Harry had gone to visit Ron, alone, and came back to report that Ron was left happily munching on a packet of Chocolate Frogs that they had bought for him, they had both written 'Get Well' messages and Hermione had signed it: 'With Love', even she didn't know in what sense she meant it.
An hour before dinner, she left for her detention, Snape was nowhere in sight and she sat quietly in a seat, waiting for him. When he arrived, he sat at his desk and declared, "Miss Granger, I am tired of teaching you bunch of dunder-heads and my muscles have seized up, come here and loosen them for me!"
Hermione stared at him, thunderstruck, "What?" she finally managed.
"Didn't you hear the first time, Granger? Come and give me a massage!"
Hermione mutely shook her head.
Snape's eyes glinted dangerously, "Do it, or 500 points from Gryffindor..." he said softly.
Hermione gasped and came slowly to him, he leaned his head back on his chair and she placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed. Hermione closed her eyes, but Snape was enjoying the experience and soon dozed. Every movement filled Hermione with disgust, she wished for a knife, so she could stab it into those greasy shoulder blades.
After what seemed like hours, Snape woke up with a start and dismissed her with a frightening notion, "Maybe I should give you detention more often"
Hermione ran to the girls' bathroom and washed her hands again and again, she felt that Snape's germs would never leave her, she felt unclean, and she skipped dinner because she didn't want to touch anything. As she was going to bed, she did a cleansing charm on her hands, only then did she feel human again.
The next day, she saw Ron at breakfast, his arm was fine now and he sat eating his breakfast and chatting to Dean. With a greeting to both of them, she sat opposite Ron and ravenously ate her breakfast.
"Hungry?" Ron teased
"Starving"
"Why? Was your detention with Snape an appetite taker?"
"Exactly", she bent her head to hide her disgusted expression.
Their first lesson was Potions, and Hermione was filled with anxiety at the thought. Harry joined them, and asked about Hermione's detention, she skimmed over the question and changed the subject quickly.
She made a detour to the bathroom before class, making sure that she was immaculate, so Snape couldn't use it as an excuse to fulfill his threat.
She sat though class on tenterhooks, and didn't answer any questions so he couldn't give her a detention for being a Know-it-All. When the bell rang, she sighed with relief but as she walked out of the door, Snape called after her, "Detention, Granger, for not answering my questions, I know that you knew the answers."
Hermione kept a poker face as she walked out of class, Harry and Ron were swearing at Snape and Hermione just stared dully at the floor. "Hermione..." said Harry and she burst into tears.
Both boys looked at her in surprise and Ron automatically opened his arms to her, she buried her head in his shoulder and carried on sobbing, he patted her head awkwardly. After a while, she stopped crying and lifted her head, "I'm sorry..." and she explained what had happened at her previous detention.
They both looked livid and stared at her flushed face. Ron passionately said, "No one does that to my gir- ummm friend and gets away with it!" Harry agreed with him and they both promised Hermione that she wouldn't attend that detention, that they would somehow, stop Snape.
With a watery smile of thanks, Hermione walked with them to their next class.
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Ok, maybe it got too melodramatic by the end but Ron had to give some sign of their relationsh- ummm, friendship.