As We Know It
By Lady Tiffany
Chapter Two
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Hermione Granger, meanwhile, was already at the magical school. She was in the Head Girl's quarters, which, for just this year, had been located in the dungeons, near a certain spy's quarters. Hermione stood in front of the mirror feeling extremely self-conscious. She fidgeted with the tasteless clothing she was wearing. It was almost the same as the usually Hogwart's uniform, except it was a little bit shorter, a little bit tighter, and a little bit revealing.
"Professor." she said from inside her bedroom, "Severus, I don't know if I can do this."
"What do you mean you can't do this?" Severus Snape demanded from his seat in her miniscule sitting room. "You did this all bloody summer! Come out and let me see you."
Hermione stepped out of her bedroom into the miniscule room, in which her Potion's professor and colleague was sipping a glass of wine.
"You don't look any different than you have before." Severus said picking up his glass of wine.
"This is very different." Hermione said, putting her hair up in a messy sort of bun.
"And how, pray tell? You know what to do Hermione. You've got it down to an act."
"But what do I tell Harry and Ron? They'll want to know why I'm dressing like such a slut and accepting the insults of future Death Eaters with open arms!" she said, walking back to her bedroom.
"Of course they'll want to know," Severus said exasperatedly to her back. "And so will many others, but that doesn't mean you tell the whole magical community!"
"And what if I decide I want to quit?" Hermione asked, returning with black oxfords, black Mary Jane's, and a pair of knee socks. She gestured to her shoes with a questioning look.
"Those ones," the professor said, pointing at the first pair. "You cannot quit, Hermione."
"Why not?" She demanded pulling on her gray knee socks. "So I can keep you on Voldemort's good side?"
"Hermione-"
"It's a horrible feeling, you know, knowing that the outcome of the world as we all know it is resting on your very shoulders!"
"I know it is, Hermione." Severus Snape told her, putting down his cup of tea. "But I've lived with the feeling for quite sometime, so will you."
Hermione glared at him.
"So, as long as Voldemort is around, you had better get used to it, girl."
Having no rebuttal, Hermione sighed and returned the Mary Jane's to her wardrobe.
By Lady Tiffany
Chapter Two
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Hermione Granger, meanwhile, was already at the magical school. She was in the Head Girl's quarters, which, for just this year, had been located in the dungeons, near a certain spy's quarters. Hermione stood in front of the mirror feeling extremely self-conscious. She fidgeted with the tasteless clothing she was wearing. It was almost the same as the usually Hogwart's uniform, except it was a little bit shorter, a little bit tighter, and a little bit revealing.
"Professor." she said from inside her bedroom, "Severus, I don't know if I can do this."
"What do you mean you can't do this?" Severus Snape demanded from his seat in her miniscule sitting room. "You did this all bloody summer! Come out and let me see you."
Hermione stepped out of her bedroom into the miniscule room, in which her Potion's professor and colleague was sipping a glass of wine.
"You don't look any different than you have before." Severus said picking up his glass of wine.
"This is very different." Hermione said, putting her hair up in a messy sort of bun.
"And how, pray tell? You know what to do Hermione. You've got it down to an act."
"But what do I tell Harry and Ron? They'll want to know why I'm dressing like such a slut and accepting the insults of future Death Eaters with open arms!" she said, walking back to her bedroom.
"Of course they'll want to know," Severus said exasperatedly to her back. "And so will many others, but that doesn't mean you tell the whole magical community!"
"And what if I decide I want to quit?" Hermione asked, returning with black oxfords, black Mary Jane's, and a pair of knee socks. She gestured to her shoes with a questioning look.
"Those ones," the professor said, pointing at the first pair. "You cannot quit, Hermione."
"Why not?" She demanded pulling on her gray knee socks. "So I can keep you on Voldemort's good side?"
"Hermione-"
"It's a horrible feeling, you know, knowing that the outcome of the world as we all know it is resting on your very shoulders!"
"I know it is, Hermione." Severus Snape told her, putting down his cup of tea. "But I've lived with the feeling for quite sometime, so will you."
Hermione glared at him.
"So, as long as Voldemort is around, you had better get used to it, girl."
Having no rebuttal, Hermione sighed and returned the Mary Jane's to her wardrobe.