For What it's Worth – Chapter Seven.

Disclaimer: Not mine, please don't sue.

Author's Note: Im not very good, I know. Once again, I'm really sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy though.

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Hermione yawned and leaned back into her chair. She could hear the clanging of glass and flasks from the storeroom, and she found herself unnaturally bored. Usually, on a normal night like this, she would be in the library studying, or at least, in bed reading a book of some sort.

Standing up and shaking herself to wake up, Hermione looked around the room. A few books lay on a chair, and though instinct told her not to touch, she really didn't care at the moment. She walked over and checked the titles. One she had read before: "Basic 6th grade Potion Making". No doubt for the class Snape had tomorrow. For a fleeting second, Hermione felt sorry for the man: she knew how frustrating 6th grade was. Then she checked herself and remembered what Snape was like in class.

bzzz...

With a startled yelp, Hermione dropped the books, dashed back to the work desk after knocking over a chair, and proceeded to pour in the flask of Wolf's Blood. It turned the shade of blue it was supposed to, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

BZZZZ…

Blinking, she watched Snape's wand for moment, sure the buzzing would cease. But it didn't. And Hermione was faced with the dilemma or either, picking up Snape's wand and working with it (which she really didn't want to be seen doing, by Snape,) walk into the storeroom and ask him to turn it off (which would certainly make a fool out of her), or let the infernal racket continue to give her a headache.

Hermione chose the first. Probably not the most intelligent of choices you would expect from our Hermione, but at least it would shut the wand up. Picking it up, Hermione waved it once, hoping the buzzing was just the usual 'alarming charm'. Fortunately it was, and much to Hermione's relief and sanity, the wand's annoying sound stopped. Unfortunately, Snape chose that exact moment to step back into the room.

Hermione could've sworn it was the Fates torturing her from a previous life, because she knew touching someone else's wand without their permission was impolite, but using it was bordering on being a crime. Especially Severus Snape's.

Well… "Sorry Professor." Hermione said automatically, rehearsed. And promptly placed the wand back on the table.

But Snape didn't say anything. And he didn't look angry either, rather, surprised.

"I was just turning off the alarm."

Finally Snape rearranged his features back into what was passable as normal for him. Part sneer, part smirk. Hermione didn't think it was humanly possible.

"Miss Granger." Snape paused, but Hermione still sensed surprise. "Do you know why wizards and witches do not use another's wand?"

Hermione cringed. "Because…it's against the law?" She was feeling more like that first year under his sneering nose every second.

But Snape waved it away. "Apart from that. Wizards don't use other wands because each wand works best with its owner."

Now it was Hermione's turn to be surprised. She nodded.

Snape set the few beakers he was holding, down. "Usually, a witch or wizard could use another's wand, but not very well. Off timing, or haphazard aiming. In extreme cases, the wand rejects the new user so much, it cannot be used at all. Likewise. Some wands can be used by another person so well, there is no difference between the old and new."

Hermione nodded again. Though she still wasn't sure where this was going.

"My wand has never been used properly by another."

Hermione bit her lip, and dared to speak. "But isn't it different for every person?"

Snape looked unfocused. "Usually. But…"

He picked up his wand and set the timer again. This time, they had a whole 35 and a half minutes before the last portion of Wolf's Blood was added. Then he opened the door opposite his storeroom and didn't come out for a few minutes.

Hermione sat back down into the chair and felt lost. Something that didn't happen very often. It was probably the need for sleep, she told herself. Maybe Snape thought she had a related wand to his or something. Like Harry and Voldermort. Maybe.

But Snape had already stepped back into the room, and he was holding, maybe, five wands. Hermione blinked, surprised.

"Nothing scary, Miss Granger." Snape almost rolled his eyes. "I just want you to cast a few charms while we wait for the Wolfsbane."

He picked up his own wand and handed it to her. Something Hermione didn't expect. A wand was something personal.

"Cast any charm Hermione."

Barely shrugging, Hermione swished and flicked. "Wingardium Leviosa." The books she had dropped before lifted themselves up easily and placed themselves back in a pile.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Something more complex."

Again, Hermione didn't see the reason, but followed anyway. "Expecto Patronum."

A silvery otter came from the end of the wand and floated for a few seconds, twitching its whiskers at Hermione, and finally turning into silver vapor.

Snape finally calmed himself. "What is your wand, Hermione?"

"What is my – Oh! 11 inches, beech, unicorn's tail."

"Right. Miss Granger, my wand is 12, elm, unicorn mane, and not even a wand bearer with exactly the same properties as my own could wield my wand. I have reason the believe, Hermione, that you have the ability to use any wand. Here."

He passed her a dark red wand.

"11 and a half, mahogany, unicorn's tail."

Hermione paused, taking in all he had just said. Okay. "Wingardium Leviosa." She said once again, but this time, she lifted into the air his entire desk, chairs, folders and all. Then she let them down, settling slowly.

Snape reached forward and handed her another wand, taking the one from her hands.

"9, Oak, Phoenix Feather."

Hermione had to admit she quite enjoyed this. She liked the feel of a different wand in her palm. Casting a quick Freezing Charm, the hourglass clock on the table stopped moving. A minute later, she undid it was the Anti-Freezing.

"12, chestnut, Phoenix Feather."

Hermione breathed, and promptly reached forward to smash an empty flask onto the floor. She guessed Snape was surprised, and couldn't help but smile out of amusement.

"Reparo." And the flask was new.

"Really, Miss Granger. Was that necessary?" Snape said as he took the wand back and handed her another.

"Not really, Professor."

"10, willow, dragon claw."

"Dragon Claw?"

Snape nodded. "It is extremely rare. And one of the hardest to control."

Well then… "Persona Leviosa."

A startled and definitely not amused Snape floated above her.

"I suspect your theory is correct, Professor."

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