Chapter 4- It wasn't me!
Professor Snape jumped up angrily, nearly overturning the coffee table, and stormed over to where Padma stood timidly by the closed door. His robes billowed out behind him as he walked and Hermione found herself wondering what he would look like in normal muggle clothes. She couldn't remember what he had been wearing at the start of her dream last night, and to be honest she didn't think she cared. She remembered what had happened after he had taken the clothes off and that was what was important.
Snape tugged at the door handle then took out his wand and waved it impatiently, muttering 'Alohamora' under his breath.
"I tried that already sir." came Padma's voice, sounding small and scared. Snape waved his wand some more and muttered a few more spells then turned furiously to face the prefects still sat around the table.
"Which one of you sealed this door?" He hissed angrily "You will get over here and open it immediately!" Nobody moved. "Miss Granger," Professor Snape's voice had dropped dangerously low "You were the last one through this door. It must have been you that cast the sealing charm."
Hermione let out a small squeak "I didn't sir. I closed it behind me but I didn't even think to seal it. I didn't think anyone knew we were coming here so I didn't even cast a silencing charm." The words came out in a rush as Hermione frantically tried to convince Professor Snape that she had nothing to do with the firmly stuck door.
"That would be just like a Griffindor to play such a stupid prank." Professor Snape growled as he started back across the room to where Hermione sat. "You obviously thought to play a little trick on us all, to keep your fellow students from their revision and me from my precious free time......I wonder." He had reached Hermione by now and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her quickly up and staring into her eyes.
Hermione didn't have time to panic as she suddenly felt thoughts start to spin in her head. She saw flashes of memory and felt herself becoming dizzy. There she was in the girl's bathroom with Ron and Harry fighting the troll; she was 6 and her cousin had pushed her off her swing; she was sat in her parent's dental office watching the fish swimming in their tank; she was in last nights dream and Professor Snape was removing her bra with his teeth; she was walking into the classroom at the top of the South tower and closing the door behind her. Suddenly the visions and dizziness stopped and she felt Professor Snape pushing her back onto her chair.
"Well, maybe it wasn't you." He muttered under his breath, and stormed back over to the door. "But I'd bet my Knuts it was a Griffindor."
Hermione sat panting on her chair. What had just happened?! She felt everyone's eyes on her as she struggled to regain her composure. Ginny reached over and put an arm reassuringly across her shoulders. She clearly heard Hannah Abbot whispering to Ernie "Perhaps he can read minds you know. I thought it was just a silly rumor but he seems convinced now she didn't do it."
Of course, Hermione thought. Occlumency. So that's what it feels like, certainly not like Harry had described or what she had read about in the library. She wondered vaguely if the person casting the spell saw her memories in exactly the same way as she had seen them. In glorious technicolour and surround sound, and with the feelings she had felt at the time clearly evident. Harry had said that when he was in Snape's mind he could sense what the man had been feeling at the time, so that would mean.......suddenly she sat bolt upright, startling Ginny who still had her across her shoulders.
Oh my god! The dream!
What had he seen? Certainly not anything to do with whipped cream thank goodness, and she was pretty sure she had most of her clothes on in the brief scene that had flashed across her mind. All in all it had been fairly innocent, hadn't it? I mean most students must dream about their teachers at some point. Admittedly many would not envision them taking off articles of clothing with their teeth, but he must have realized it was a dream and created by her subconscious. Ginny was looking at her with a strange expression on her face. "Hermione, are you ok?" She forced herself to relax and gave the girl a small smile of reassurance. Maybe he didn't even recognize himself in the dream she thought, it was only a brief flash...but then she had been moaning his name over and over which surely must have given her away. Damn. She had go get out of here.
Professor Snape jumped up angrily, nearly overturning the coffee table, and stormed over to where Padma stood timidly by the closed door. His robes billowed out behind him as he walked and Hermione found herself wondering what he would look like in normal muggle clothes. She couldn't remember what he had been wearing at the start of her dream last night, and to be honest she didn't think she cared. She remembered what had happened after he had taken the clothes off and that was what was important.
Snape tugged at the door handle then took out his wand and waved it impatiently, muttering 'Alohamora' under his breath.
"I tried that already sir." came Padma's voice, sounding small and scared. Snape waved his wand some more and muttered a few more spells then turned furiously to face the prefects still sat around the table.
"Which one of you sealed this door?" He hissed angrily "You will get over here and open it immediately!" Nobody moved. "Miss Granger," Professor Snape's voice had dropped dangerously low "You were the last one through this door. It must have been you that cast the sealing charm."
Hermione let out a small squeak "I didn't sir. I closed it behind me but I didn't even think to seal it. I didn't think anyone knew we were coming here so I didn't even cast a silencing charm." The words came out in a rush as Hermione frantically tried to convince Professor Snape that she had nothing to do with the firmly stuck door.
"That would be just like a Griffindor to play such a stupid prank." Professor Snape growled as he started back across the room to where Hermione sat. "You obviously thought to play a little trick on us all, to keep your fellow students from their revision and me from my precious free time......I wonder." He had reached Hermione by now and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her quickly up and staring into her eyes.
Hermione didn't have time to panic as she suddenly felt thoughts start to spin in her head. She saw flashes of memory and felt herself becoming dizzy. There she was in the girl's bathroom with Ron and Harry fighting the troll; she was 6 and her cousin had pushed her off her swing; she was sat in her parent's dental office watching the fish swimming in their tank; she was in last nights dream and Professor Snape was removing her bra with his teeth; she was walking into the classroom at the top of the South tower and closing the door behind her. Suddenly the visions and dizziness stopped and she felt Professor Snape pushing her back onto her chair.
"Well, maybe it wasn't you." He muttered under his breath, and stormed back over to the door. "But I'd bet my Knuts it was a Griffindor."
Hermione sat panting on her chair. What had just happened?! She felt everyone's eyes on her as she struggled to regain her composure. Ginny reached over and put an arm reassuringly across her shoulders. She clearly heard Hannah Abbot whispering to Ernie "Perhaps he can read minds you know. I thought it was just a silly rumor but he seems convinced now she didn't do it."
Of course, Hermione thought. Occlumency. So that's what it feels like, certainly not like Harry had described or what she had read about in the library. She wondered vaguely if the person casting the spell saw her memories in exactly the same way as she had seen them. In glorious technicolour and surround sound, and with the feelings she had felt at the time clearly evident. Harry had said that when he was in Snape's mind he could sense what the man had been feeling at the time, so that would mean.......suddenly she sat bolt upright, startling Ginny who still had her across her shoulders.
Oh my god! The dream!
What had he seen? Certainly not anything to do with whipped cream thank goodness, and she was pretty sure she had most of her clothes on in the brief scene that had flashed across her mind. All in all it had been fairly innocent, hadn't it? I mean most students must dream about their teachers at some point. Admittedly many would not envision them taking off articles of clothing with their teeth, but he must have realized it was a dream and created by her subconscious. Ginny was looking at her with a strange expression on her face. "Hermione, are you ok?" She forced herself to relax and gave the girl a small smile of reassurance. Maybe he didn't even recognize himself in the dream she thought, it was only a brief flash...but then she had been moaning his name over and over which surely must have given her away. Damn. She had go get out of here.