Hey everyone! This is so my third chapter today!!!
"Chocolate Cockroach Clusters." Hermione said as she neared the gargoyle that protected Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, Miss Granger. I recieved your note." Dumbledore said, rising from his seat.
"Yes. I have some questions concerning my Head Girl status." Hermione said nervously.
"All right. Start asking."
"I have so much to do as head girl and I wondered if I could have another person be working with Malfoy and I on the head duties."
"Who were you thinking?" he asked.
"Ginny Wasley."
"I commend your choice. But before we call her down, I have a letter for you to read." He said as he handed her a roll of parchment. She unrolled it.
Albus,
I have decided on the person I want as my seventh year apprentice. I have decided to ask Hermione Granger and if she refuses, Justin Finch-Fletchly. Please give me your feedback soon.
SS
Hermione gasped.
"Is this really a suprise?" Albus asked, his eyes twinkling.
"This is what the trip to New York City is about!" Hermione said, her eyes sparkling too.
"You have promise, Hermione."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes."
Three hours later, Ginny was installed as a Junior Head girl, given a room in the same place as Hermione and Draco's were, ajoining their head boy and girl's common room. Soon they would have a new project.
And, on a brighter note, it was almost time to meet Greasy Git Snape in the dungeons. Faboo.
"Professor?" she said, opening the door to the classroom. He was standing there in all of his sexy potions master goodness. He had on a pair of black leather pants and a shiny black silk shirt. His cloak was clasped around his neck with a silver dragon and left loose.
"Miss Granger." he said, turning around. His black hair fanned about his face. It looked almost...fluffy.
"I am ready. And I also have some things to tell you." Hermione said, blushing from the roots of her honey curled hair to the tips of her little socked feet.
"Such as?" he said, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"I have decided to become your apprentice." she said, smiling.
"It will be very hard, Miss Granger."
"Please call me Hermione."
"Very well. It will be very hard."
"Have I ever been one to give up on anything?"
"You did tutor Longbottom." he muttered. A smile lit up her face.
"He did pass though."
"That is why you would make a good teacher. Although I know Minerva hoped you would do transfiguration."
"I have already completed my Transfiguration apprenticeship. Last year."
"You were only a sixth year then." he said, astonished.
"We are all full of suprises then." she declaired, "Are you ready yet?"
"Yes, I am quite ready. You will probably want to put on some warmer clothes."
"It's still quite warm, almost 40 (celsius) every day."
"We are flying."
"Flying, Professor?"
"On a carpet. I know that you are an inept broomswoman."
"I can fly quite well now. I think I want to ride a broom." she said, setting her face into a look of defiance.
"Have it your way."
"Good." she stretched out her hand with her wand in it. "Accio Silverwing."
"Do you really think a summoning spell will work all the way from-" he started to say as the broom whizzed into the room.
"I am guessing that you are ready?" she said, indicating the old firebolt in his hand.
"You have guessed right. Come on, we have a long journey for tonight. We have to make it to London."
"How long should that take, Professor?" she asked as they started up the steps out of the dungeons.
"I would say a few hours. Please call me by my name for this weekend, if we are going to be working together."
"Snape?"
"No, I was not hatched. I happen to have a first name."
"I know what it is. It's Severus." she said, blushing.
"Why are you blushing, Miss Granger?"
"Hermione." she mumbled.
"What?" he said
"My name is Hermione."
"Well, Hermione it is."
