*A/n: chapter 4... yea! lol, thatnks to the three of you for your
continuing reveiws... my audience *tear*, lol. Maybe I'll get this up by
tuesday next week, I'll probaly be editing on my plane ride to vegas
*smiles* so I can put it up when I come back. till then, happy reading*
4. So don't let the world bring you down
Hermione fingered at the doorknob, turning it with anxiety. Like Professor Snape was going to jump out from behind it with an chainsaw. Or a flaming Daily profit... maybe a log to stampede into the door with, only it would run through her stomach. She would be one big splinter with flesh stuck on it. The bartender downs stairs would probably want to mount it in all its unsanitariness.
Of course running her stomach threw with a spear was one of her last resorts at this point so she sighed a breath of relief to see no one was on the other side.
Why had she been dreading going outside this door? She was a big girl now and didn't have to worry about no bug bad Professor Snape taking away house points. She bet she could probably kick his ass if she really wanted to. She wasn't a fucking weakling. She could stand for herself.
And she would.
Hermione stepped almost arrogantly down he stairs. And not so much glancing at the bartender she marched out the door. Taking in a deep breath of humid muck. And marched across the street to the store.
...
Hermione would have liked it if it were a longer walk to the store. So she could just walk and feel herself feeling powerful. Because nothing is like a good stomp to make one feel better, superior perhaps. But instead of relishing in herself she walked into the store.
The store resembled that of every other building around there. The same stone, the same groups of passages that made no sense to any practical person. The same holes that made perfect sense for someone hiding something. Or pretending to hid something.
Hermione lost herself in the aisles. Old sacks of flour and cornmeal sitting on selves. They looked as though they might have weathered a century already. Running her finger across the top she could feel the dust ball up into her fingerprint. She blew the roll of dust off reveling a red line of dried blood raised up slightly higher then the fingerprint.
Hermione quickly shoved that hand into her pocket.
Eventually she found herself in the potion section. A small spice rack little with tiny discolored bottles. A light blue liquid was dripping from it. A group of wetness would gather up at the corner of the rack and after a good minute would finally drip a single drop. Creating a spot of wetness till it sunk into the floor then another drop would fall. Hermione reached out and caught the drop. Smearing it on the inside of her lip she closed her eyes.
God, It felt good, whatever it was. She felt cold all over and the chills were running down her spin. She pulled her lip in to suck on it. She took her ice-cold hands a felt he forehead. She was burning hot, searing. But it really didn't matter. Because this was some pretty damn good stuff. Hermione disappointedly felt the affect wear off. Her heat returning with vengeance.
A sweat trickling down her face. The tiny drops of salt that were like a cool stream but seconds ago were steaming up. A low mist rising from her skin. She hoped that the employee wouldn't notice. People with vaporizing skin came in here all the time, right?
Hermione grabbed bottle of red potion. She didn't want to glance at the label. She knew it was right. She had saw it out of the corner of her eye. She didn't need to look at it to prove it to herself. She trusted herself. Instincts, also she read about this potion... but then again she read something about everything.
She betrayed herself and looked down at the label.
"I would not trust potions here Ms. Granger" A cold voice came from the shadows. Hermione glanced up knowing what she would see. She clutched the potion tighter. And glared at him.
"Oh, that's just what you would want me to think right?" She spat to the clocked figure coming into the light. He must had the potions charmed so he would show up when someone looked at them. So, is this how you make you're living now Severus? Pretty damn sad.
"No, it's the truth." Hermione laughed at him.
"You wouldn't want to help me now would you? You help me? You rather see me die." Severus smirked
"Oh, no, I rather see you lovely superior face glancing up at mine +forever+, because you know how much I +love+ you" Snape's remark was dripping with sarcasm and Hermione felt a rage growing inside of her. She could just punch him. Instead she turned sharply away from him and walked to the counter to buy the potion.
"That will be 10 Sickles" the wart-covered shopkeeper croaked out.
""Don't forget you owe me a Daily Profit Ms. Granger." Snape's voice came from behind her, she snatched up the daily profit off the counter, though a slight nudge to the left would have been quite sufficient. She slammed it down, imagining the huge smirk of the man behind her.
"A Galleon and 10 Sickles with the Daily profit ma'am" Hermione's jaw dropped. A whole fucking Galleon for the daily profit?
"What can you not afford it Ms. Granger? I can help you my dear, if you need." The voice behind her came, oh, now he thought he was smart. Oh, yes, make her pay an obscene price for a stupid little paper. Did he pay this everyday? Or was the shopkeeper playing on her nativity. Hermione couldn't back down though. She handed the shopkeeper the money grabbed the paper and slamming it into his chest.
Too bad he was stable and didn't fall back wards. She should have used more force. Too late, Hermione marched out of the door.
"I still wouldn't use that potion Ms. Granger." He had caught up to her though she walking at such a pace. His long steps matching two of her frantic ones. She was tired of running. She slowed to a normal pace, breathing through her nose though it was burning in her lungs. She needed more oxygen then she could take in. She needed to collapse. To sleep. To do something other then this.
"And I trust you are well educated in the field" She twirled the potion on her palm, did he even know the potion? Probably not, he was just making this all up.
"I'm the one who taught you, and I thought you would remember that lesson better" Hermione looked up at him nearly running into the wall of the inn. He looked down on her, and stepped aside from the door.
"Ladies and Children first." Snape whispered, she walked through the door turning a shade of red from rage. Oh, does he think he can use it against me now does he? Hermione slammed herself down into the char looking into the fire. Maybe he would go away. He would go away more if she went into her room, but then she would be hiding again. She didn't feel like hiding. She wasn't the damned victim.
"Tell me Ms. Granger what color is the potion?" Snape sat down in the next to her, his voice low. At least he wasn't announcing it for the whole world. He really needed some money now did he?
"Red, And I believe that is the color of the potion I had in mind for taking, I did not pick this one up by mistake if you were trying to imply..." Hermione said in an angry mummer, flustered from trying to restrain herself from shouting.
"Oh, I have no doubt you wanted that potion," Hermione felt the word whore being implied there and clenched her fist. "But tell me, is the potion translucent."
"Yes, it is a translucent Jewel Red. It will get the job done" Hermione simmered holding the potion up to the fire to make him see she wasn't lying. So he could go fuck off.
"Oh, It will get the job done all right, and burn your *achem* insides so badly you will scream until you will lose your voice." Severus replied nonchalantly. Hermione wanted to doubt him, but then it came back to her. That lesson. That retarded fuck damn lesson.
-Severus had looked directly into her eyes that day of 7th year. His obsidian eyes glimmering with a sort of enjoyment, like he was seeing something hilarious. Or he was taking a hundred points from Gryffindor. "The abortion potion it an opaque red potion, long since confused with the love potion, which has the same physical properties. And if administered correctly the love potion will lead to the abortion potion. Do we know any random facts about the abortion potion Ms. Granger?" Hermione had flustered and glared down at her notes, in which she had abruptly stopped taking that day.
She would never need to know any of this. It wouldn't be on the final, just a stupid sex ed day where this son of a bitch thought it would be amusing to pick on her. The one day she didn't take notes. That's why she hadn't had remembered. Because a translucent potion would burn out a vital organ in which it passed through. A certain vital organ to be exact.-
"I'm a Healer, I can make the pain go away."Hermione replied. It was almost the truth, she was good as a healer, she just hadn't had gotten her scores back yet.
"Of course Ronald might notice that you have a different texture then the oh, so +wonderful+ one that you have now when he comes up inside of you... Mrs. Weasley." Hermione blushed and didn't speak. "So is two Galleons sound good to you?"
"Peachy" Hermione muttered.
4. So don't let the world bring you down
Hermione fingered at the doorknob, turning it with anxiety. Like Professor Snape was going to jump out from behind it with an chainsaw. Or a flaming Daily profit... maybe a log to stampede into the door with, only it would run through her stomach. She would be one big splinter with flesh stuck on it. The bartender downs stairs would probably want to mount it in all its unsanitariness.
Of course running her stomach threw with a spear was one of her last resorts at this point so she sighed a breath of relief to see no one was on the other side.
Why had she been dreading going outside this door? She was a big girl now and didn't have to worry about no bug bad Professor Snape taking away house points. She bet she could probably kick his ass if she really wanted to. She wasn't a fucking weakling. She could stand for herself.
And she would.
Hermione stepped almost arrogantly down he stairs. And not so much glancing at the bartender she marched out the door. Taking in a deep breath of humid muck. And marched across the street to the store.
...
Hermione would have liked it if it were a longer walk to the store. So she could just walk and feel herself feeling powerful. Because nothing is like a good stomp to make one feel better, superior perhaps. But instead of relishing in herself she walked into the store.
The store resembled that of every other building around there. The same stone, the same groups of passages that made no sense to any practical person. The same holes that made perfect sense for someone hiding something. Or pretending to hid something.
Hermione lost herself in the aisles. Old sacks of flour and cornmeal sitting on selves. They looked as though they might have weathered a century already. Running her finger across the top she could feel the dust ball up into her fingerprint. She blew the roll of dust off reveling a red line of dried blood raised up slightly higher then the fingerprint.
Hermione quickly shoved that hand into her pocket.
Eventually she found herself in the potion section. A small spice rack little with tiny discolored bottles. A light blue liquid was dripping from it. A group of wetness would gather up at the corner of the rack and after a good minute would finally drip a single drop. Creating a spot of wetness till it sunk into the floor then another drop would fall. Hermione reached out and caught the drop. Smearing it on the inside of her lip she closed her eyes.
God, It felt good, whatever it was. She felt cold all over and the chills were running down her spin. She pulled her lip in to suck on it. She took her ice-cold hands a felt he forehead. She was burning hot, searing. But it really didn't matter. Because this was some pretty damn good stuff. Hermione disappointedly felt the affect wear off. Her heat returning with vengeance.
A sweat trickling down her face. The tiny drops of salt that were like a cool stream but seconds ago were steaming up. A low mist rising from her skin. She hoped that the employee wouldn't notice. People with vaporizing skin came in here all the time, right?
Hermione grabbed bottle of red potion. She didn't want to glance at the label. She knew it was right. She had saw it out of the corner of her eye. She didn't need to look at it to prove it to herself. She trusted herself. Instincts, also she read about this potion... but then again she read something about everything.
She betrayed herself and looked down at the label.
"I would not trust potions here Ms. Granger" A cold voice came from the shadows. Hermione glanced up knowing what she would see. She clutched the potion tighter. And glared at him.
"Oh, that's just what you would want me to think right?" She spat to the clocked figure coming into the light. He must had the potions charmed so he would show up when someone looked at them. So, is this how you make you're living now Severus? Pretty damn sad.
"No, it's the truth." Hermione laughed at him.
"You wouldn't want to help me now would you? You help me? You rather see me die." Severus smirked
"Oh, no, I rather see you lovely superior face glancing up at mine +forever+, because you know how much I +love+ you" Snape's remark was dripping with sarcasm and Hermione felt a rage growing inside of her. She could just punch him. Instead she turned sharply away from him and walked to the counter to buy the potion.
"That will be 10 Sickles" the wart-covered shopkeeper croaked out.
""Don't forget you owe me a Daily Profit Ms. Granger." Snape's voice came from behind her, she snatched up the daily profit off the counter, though a slight nudge to the left would have been quite sufficient. She slammed it down, imagining the huge smirk of the man behind her.
"A Galleon and 10 Sickles with the Daily profit ma'am" Hermione's jaw dropped. A whole fucking Galleon for the daily profit?
"What can you not afford it Ms. Granger? I can help you my dear, if you need." The voice behind her came, oh, now he thought he was smart. Oh, yes, make her pay an obscene price for a stupid little paper. Did he pay this everyday? Or was the shopkeeper playing on her nativity. Hermione couldn't back down though. She handed the shopkeeper the money grabbed the paper and slamming it into his chest.
Too bad he was stable and didn't fall back wards. She should have used more force. Too late, Hermione marched out of the door.
"I still wouldn't use that potion Ms. Granger." He had caught up to her though she walking at such a pace. His long steps matching two of her frantic ones. She was tired of running. She slowed to a normal pace, breathing through her nose though it was burning in her lungs. She needed more oxygen then she could take in. She needed to collapse. To sleep. To do something other then this.
"And I trust you are well educated in the field" She twirled the potion on her palm, did he even know the potion? Probably not, he was just making this all up.
"I'm the one who taught you, and I thought you would remember that lesson better" Hermione looked up at him nearly running into the wall of the inn. He looked down on her, and stepped aside from the door.
"Ladies and Children first." Snape whispered, she walked through the door turning a shade of red from rage. Oh, does he think he can use it against me now does he? Hermione slammed herself down into the char looking into the fire. Maybe he would go away. He would go away more if she went into her room, but then she would be hiding again. She didn't feel like hiding. She wasn't the damned victim.
"Tell me Ms. Granger what color is the potion?" Snape sat down in the next to her, his voice low. At least he wasn't announcing it for the whole world. He really needed some money now did he?
"Red, And I believe that is the color of the potion I had in mind for taking, I did not pick this one up by mistake if you were trying to imply..." Hermione said in an angry mummer, flustered from trying to restrain herself from shouting.
"Oh, I have no doubt you wanted that potion," Hermione felt the word whore being implied there and clenched her fist. "But tell me, is the potion translucent."
"Yes, it is a translucent Jewel Red. It will get the job done" Hermione simmered holding the potion up to the fire to make him see she wasn't lying. So he could go fuck off.
"Oh, It will get the job done all right, and burn your *achem* insides so badly you will scream until you will lose your voice." Severus replied nonchalantly. Hermione wanted to doubt him, but then it came back to her. That lesson. That retarded fuck damn lesson.
-Severus had looked directly into her eyes that day of 7th year. His obsidian eyes glimmering with a sort of enjoyment, like he was seeing something hilarious. Or he was taking a hundred points from Gryffindor. "The abortion potion it an opaque red potion, long since confused with the love potion, which has the same physical properties. And if administered correctly the love potion will lead to the abortion potion. Do we know any random facts about the abortion potion Ms. Granger?" Hermione had flustered and glared down at her notes, in which she had abruptly stopped taking that day.
She would never need to know any of this. It wouldn't be on the final, just a stupid sex ed day where this son of a bitch thought it would be amusing to pick on her. The one day she didn't take notes. That's why she hadn't had remembered. Because a translucent potion would burn out a vital organ in which it passed through. A certain vital organ to be exact.-
"I'm a Healer, I can make the pain go away."Hermione replied. It was almost the truth, she was good as a healer, she just hadn't had gotten her scores back yet.
"Of course Ronald might notice that you have a different texture then the oh, so +wonderful+ one that you have now when he comes up inside of you... Mrs. Weasley." Hermione blushed and didn't speak. "So is two Galleons sound good to you?"
"Peachy" Hermione muttered.