She starred at the ceiling, her eyes watering. The young girl got up and
tried to find an escape from the invisible, impenetrable wall surrounding
her Professor's bed. Hermione was exhausted, both mentally and physically.
She had been in the prison of a bed for more than half a day and her pleas
were no help. In fact, Snape had taken to replenishing his stores and was
no where to be seen for the past hour.
Hermione whipped the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her robe, that was laying at the foot of the bed and collapsed, wondering what was going to happen next. She didn't know what he had in stored for her but she was petrified none the less. Although she had rejected her Catholic upbringing in exchange for science some time ago, she found herself praying to the Holy Mother for help but found it preposterous in mid-prayer. Would anyone find her? Probably not, there was a match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff that day, and the rest of the time would be spent in Hogsmeade by the students. She starred at the wand that had been laid on the bedside table earlier that morning. It was difficult to remain sane when certain escape was lying helplessly only a few inches away from her, peeking out from underneath an edition of the Daily Prophet.
She looked up at the familiar sound of swishing robes at Snape appeared in the doorway holding a small goblet of water.
"Here." He said, handing it to Hermione as if no barrier existed at all.
She took it and crawled to the corner of the bed, leaning against the invisible wall and gulping quickly. Hermione forgot where she was for a split moment and attempted to hand the goblet back to the Professor as he looked down at her in admiration, much like an exotic bird kept in a cage. Her knuckles only met something as hard as steel, causing her to drop the goblet and nurse her injuries with her mouth. Snape simply reached in and grabbed the goblet, setting it on the bedside table.
"So beautiful," he sighed from where he stood, reaching in and petting her stray hairs.
Hermione threw herself against the invisible area; pounding her fist and making him take back his hand.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Nonchalantly, Snape put a finger to his ear as if he was clearing it out. "You're too precious to let go, my dear. I can't lose you." He said in a surprisingly sincere voice.
She wasn't sure what was more unnerving- the fact that she was being kept like a pet or Snape's sudden change into a heart broken man. He sat down in an over stuffed chair on the other side of the room, his lean figure sipping tea with long, skinny fingers while looking over a science periodical. Every once in a while, he would look up from the black and white paper and smile at Hermione where she would only try her hardest to produce a glare like no other.
Deciding that her anger was getting her no where, she tried to be sneaky and clever. "Prof – Severus, I need to use the lavatory quite badly."
He stood up and walked over towards the bed, accessing the situation.
"Fine" he said at last. He took out his wand and to her dismay, did another body bind until she was securely locked in the bathroom of the Hogwart's Potion Master. Even the bathroom was grim, Hermione observed as she picked herself off the floor. She rubbed her arm and noted the unpleasant stiffness left by the body bind. She really had no reason to use the lavatory, but she was hoping to find some way out. Unfortunately, Snape's bathroom mirrored his personality. Windowless with cold stones on the walls and floors, only an antique bathtub with gold feet in one corner, a wrought iron towel rack with green towels- of course- and a loo so old fashioned it would be considered an antique in the 19th century. The rest of the small room was empty and no trace of an exit was to be found. Desperately, she tried pushing and pulling against the stones, hoping there was some sort of escape route, perhaps a hidden doorway- she wasn't sure what she was hoping for. Hogwart's was full of surprises including secret passage ways and changing staircases, Snape's lavatory was void of them.
There was a knock on the door, obviously Snape and a voice asking if she was ready.
"Yes" she said in her sweetest voice, biting her tongue and holding in the rage that was about to explode from her chest.
She could hear Snape on the other side of the thick wooden door taking off the wards in very quick Latin. He opened the door for her, very gentlemanly like, with his wand out and pointed at her in preparation for another body bind so she could be safely deposited into her cell.
Hermione took that moment as her chance and ran and grabbed one end of his wand, causing a struggle as she tried desperately to change its aim to anywhere but at her. Surprised, Severus Snape fought back, attempting to free his wand from his prisoner's grip but his sweaty hands betrayed him and she was in control of the wand. Nervously, she pointed the foreign stick at him, holding it awkwardly with both hands as it was much longer than hers.
"Stay back!" She warned. "I'm not afraid to use an Unforgivable." Her hands were nervously shaking and Snape was closing in on her in slow steps and a grin on his face.
"Angel," he said, "Just hand over the wand."
"No!" she yelled but he kept coming closer.
"I told you to stay back!" she screamed, but the distance between the two was getting smaller by the second.
Grasping the wand with all her might, she screamed, "iAvada Kedavra/i" She felt the wand give a mighty jump into her hands, and a green light blinding her despite the fact that her eyes were squeezed together tightly. For a moment, she thought she had done the deed, and cautiously opened her eyes only to find Severus coming out of a crouched position.
He lunged at her and plucked the wand from her hand, pulling her into a tight grip with her back to him and his elbow around her neck. She squirmed and tried to get free as he pointed the wand at her dangerously and huffed what could be interpreted as a laugh.
"Almost thought you had me there for a minute, but you can't cast such a strong spell from a wand that isn't yours. You silly girl, all you did was make fireworks." She squirmed harder and he tightened his grip around her neck, "Shame on you"
Hermione suddenly remembered childhood tv movies and their fail-proof self defense plan. She immediately twisted around and kneed him in his groin causing him to let go of his grip.
Snape crouched down, his hands resting on his knees catching his breath as Hermione ran across the room towards the door leading towards the classroom. She was so close, the metal of the door was in her grasp as she felt the tightening of her entire body as she fell to the floor. She could see Snape, his wand in his hand standing upright but shaking his head as if he had taken a shot of strong whiskey.
"Don't you have any manners?" he hissed, levitating over to the bed and casting the wards to lock her in.
Hermione stood up with her body pressed against the barrier, banging her fists against it with all her might. "I hope you die you sick bastard!"
"Oh Hermione, I'm sure you don't mean that." He said in a low voice. "You're lucky I didn't kill you for trying me like you do."
"You wouldn't dare. People are probably looking for me right now, you'd be caught."
"Not anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"After all, Ms. Granger," Snape said admiring his fingernails, "Polyjuice potion isn't too difficult, now is it?"
Hermione whipped the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her robe, that was laying at the foot of the bed and collapsed, wondering what was going to happen next. She didn't know what he had in stored for her but she was petrified none the less. Although she had rejected her Catholic upbringing in exchange for science some time ago, she found herself praying to the Holy Mother for help but found it preposterous in mid-prayer. Would anyone find her? Probably not, there was a match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff that day, and the rest of the time would be spent in Hogsmeade by the students. She starred at the wand that had been laid on the bedside table earlier that morning. It was difficult to remain sane when certain escape was lying helplessly only a few inches away from her, peeking out from underneath an edition of the Daily Prophet.
She looked up at the familiar sound of swishing robes at Snape appeared in the doorway holding a small goblet of water.
"Here." He said, handing it to Hermione as if no barrier existed at all.
She took it and crawled to the corner of the bed, leaning against the invisible wall and gulping quickly. Hermione forgot where she was for a split moment and attempted to hand the goblet back to the Professor as he looked down at her in admiration, much like an exotic bird kept in a cage. Her knuckles only met something as hard as steel, causing her to drop the goblet and nurse her injuries with her mouth. Snape simply reached in and grabbed the goblet, setting it on the bedside table.
"So beautiful," he sighed from where he stood, reaching in and petting her stray hairs.
Hermione threw herself against the invisible area; pounding her fist and making him take back his hand.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Nonchalantly, Snape put a finger to his ear as if he was clearing it out. "You're too precious to let go, my dear. I can't lose you." He said in a surprisingly sincere voice.
She wasn't sure what was more unnerving- the fact that she was being kept like a pet or Snape's sudden change into a heart broken man. He sat down in an over stuffed chair on the other side of the room, his lean figure sipping tea with long, skinny fingers while looking over a science periodical. Every once in a while, he would look up from the black and white paper and smile at Hermione where she would only try her hardest to produce a glare like no other.
Deciding that her anger was getting her no where, she tried to be sneaky and clever. "Prof – Severus, I need to use the lavatory quite badly."
He stood up and walked over towards the bed, accessing the situation.
"Fine" he said at last. He took out his wand and to her dismay, did another body bind until she was securely locked in the bathroom of the Hogwart's Potion Master. Even the bathroom was grim, Hermione observed as she picked herself off the floor. She rubbed her arm and noted the unpleasant stiffness left by the body bind. She really had no reason to use the lavatory, but she was hoping to find some way out. Unfortunately, Snape's bathroom mirrored his personality. Windowless with cold stones on the walls and floors, only an antique bathtub with gold feet in one corner, a wrought iron towel rack with green towels- of course- and a loo so old fashioned it would be considered an antique in the 19th century. The rest of the small room was empty and no trace of an exit was to be found. Desperately, she tried pushing and pulling against the stones, hoping there was some sort of escape route, perhaps a hidden doorway- she wasn't sure what she was hoping for. Hogwart's was full of surprises including secret passage ways and changing staircases, Snape's lavatory was void of them.
There was a knock on the door, obviously Snape and a voice asking if she was ready.
"Yes" she said in her sweetest voice, biting her tongue and holding in the rage that was about to explode from her chest.
She could hear Snape on the other side of the thick wooden door taking off the wards in very quick Latin. He opened the door for her, very gentlemanly like, with his wand out and pointed at her in preparation for another body bind so she could be safely deposited into her cell.
Hermione took that moment as her chance and ran and grabbed one end of his wand, causing a struggle as she tried desperately to change its aim to anywhere but at her. Surprised, Severus Snape fought back, attempting to free his wand from his prisoner's grip but his sweaty hands betrayed him and she was in control of the wand. Nervously, she pointed the foreign stick at him, holding it awkwardly with both hands as it was much longer than hers.
"Stay back!" She warned. "I'm not afraid to use an Unforgivable." Her hands were nervously shaking and Snape was closing in on her in slow steps and a grin on his face.
"Angel," he said, "Just hand over the wand."
"No!" she yelled but he kept coming closer.
"I told you to stay back!" she screamed, but the distance between the two was getting smaller by the second.
Grasping the wand with all her might, she screamed, "iAvada Kedavra/i" She felt the wand give a mighty jump into her hands, and a green light blinding her despite the fact that her eyes were squeezed together tightly. For a moment, she thought she had done the deed, and cautiously opened her eyes only to find Severus coming out of a crouched position.
He lunged at her and plucked the wand from her hand, pulling her into a tight grip with her back to him and his elbow around her neck. She squirmed and tried to get free as he pointed the wand at her dangerously and huffed what could be interpreted as a laugh.
"Almost thought you had me there for a minute, but you can't cast such a strong spell from a wand that isn't yours. You silly girl, all you did was make fireworks." She squirmed harder and he tightened his grip around her neck, "Shame on you"
Hermione suddenly remembered childhood tv movies and their fail-proof self defense plan. She immediately twisted around and kneed him in his groin causing him to let go of his grip.
Snape crouched down, his hands resting on his knees catching his breath as Hermione ran across the room towards the door leading towards the classroom. She was so close, the metal of the door was in her grasp as she felt the tightening of her entire body as she fell to the floor. She could see Snape, his wand in his hand standing upright but shaking his head as if he had taken a shot of strong whiskey.
"Don't you have any manners?" he hissed, levitating over to the bed and casting the wards to lock her in.
Hermione stood up with her body pressed against the barrier, banging her fists against it with all her might. "I hope you die you sick bastard!"
"Oh Hermione, I'm sure you don't mean that." He said in a low voice. "You're lucky I didn't kill you for trying me like you do."
"You wouldn't dare. People are probably looking for me right now, you'd be caught."
"Not anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"After all, Ms. Granger," Snape said admiring his fingernails, "Polyjuice potion isn't too difficult, now is it?"