Disclaimer: Even though I wish I had created Harry Potter and everything, I
didn't so none of this is mine, I'm just messing around with the characters
and enjoying myself by screwing them over MUWAHAHAHA...oh yeah and this is
sorta string of consciousness writing of Hermione.
"Attention students," Oh, Dumbledore's talking, "Since there are so few of you here for this winter break, I thought I'd let you all have a little Christmas present! Just keep it a secret, eh? The requirement of wearing the school cloak over your normal clothing is no longer required for these next two weeks! It was brought to my attention this morning that maybe the cloak wasn't comfortable to wear on holiday, by Miss Granger," Oops...
"Quit laughing Harry!"
"So if you wish to be a bit more free, just wear whatever! ... Oh, yes I agree Madame Hooch, anything that is school appropriate of course, and you're all mature young adults, you needn't be lectured on what's appropriate, so tuck in!"
"Yeah, Hermy, you're a rebel now!"
"Shut up Ron! I am not! I'm no rebel! It was an accident! I really didn't mean too!"
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Oh no, oh no, oh no... I'm really nervous! Why did I have to land myself a detention with SNAPE? Oh well, hopefully it won't be much he needs me to do, he kept staring at me today, maybe he won't tonight, it was awkward feeling, but not really...what am I thinking?! Of course it was awkward! It was greasy haired, slimy git, tortured, pathetic, poor, lonely, dangerous, GAH again! It's Snape. I think I'm the one who needs some psychiatric help, not Snape... must. Stop. Thinking. About. Him. ACK!
Well it's almost 6; I better head down to his classroom so I'm not late... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I knock on the door... no answer... I knock again, I bit louder.... why isn't he answering? ...I pound on the door forcefully...
"Yes! Who is it?" Snape yells from inside
"Professor Snape, it's me Hermione Granger for my detention you gave me!"
I can hear a shuffle of papers or something and him walking at an uneven pace to the door. He opens the door, looking a bit confused, which is odd, strange music is coming from a source inside.
"What? Wait, why you here again, you, you?"
"I, Hermione, am here to serve my first detention, Professor."
He coughs, and drops something behind his back, it sounds like glass, which should be broken now... gah, His breath is so weird smelling...it smells like...
Oh my God. He's drunk. I can see a reflective liquid I assume is empting from the bottle he dropped... it looks like the potion I made in class earlier today...maybe this is why he was acting bizarre during class...
"Are you okay Professor?
"Do I look 'okay' young la--" He falls backwards, onto the stone floor, just missing the glass shards of the bottle he dropped.
"Professor!"
I kneel to the ground next to him...it's against school policy to have alcohol or any sort of like substance in school grounds! I can't believe one of the most trusted teachers of Dumbledore is violating one of the major rules! Even if legally he's allowed to consume such things! What should I do? I should go get another Professor! No, wait... if I do, he'll surely get in huge trouble, then he'll blame me, and find some way to fail me...besides, if I don't turn him in, maybe he wont pick on me so much? I can't believe I'm not telling someone, I can never tell Harry or Ron about this, they'd want to take a picture then bring in Dumbledore and the Ministry and get him fired...I stand back up and hook my arms under his shoulders, ok now to try and get him somewhere where he can sleep this off... um...well I start dragging him slowly across the floor...He's heavier than he looks ...I could put him on the desk, but he might fall off...what in the bloody hell am I carrying him for? I'm a witch! Man, do I panic sometimes or what...
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
And with a flick of the wrist I'm back in business... ok much lighter now ha-ha...there's nowhere to lay him down in here... I open a wooden door next to a potions shelf, I turn my head back to make sure I'm not going to bang him into the doorjamb... he looks kinda handsome...oi... I turn back to watch where I'm walking... Oh my God. I forget the spell, I drop Snape on the ground, oops...this room is so evil looking, its black stone wall, a large, empty fireplace, it's so cold in here, nice furniture though... small bed, also black... green curtains... I guess he has pride in something, Slytherin... There's where that horrible music is coming from, strange little radio like unit, it must run on magic, otherwise it would go haywire here...this place is very homely in a weird way actually, I guess it reminds me of Sirius's house, I did sort of live there during the summer... Oh yeah I should get him off the ground...
I'll put him on his bed, I suppose. The bed is about 2 feet away; I can just pick him up to there. I start walking backwards towards the bed with part of my Potions master in my arms...this would look really bad if someone walked in... Oi, I hit the bed, now I crawl over to the other side of the bed and hoist Snape up onto it, his hair falls into my face, this bed is really narrow I guess...Wow, his hair isn't greasy, it's really...soft and smells really good...his hair doesn't look greasy, its super shiny... sheesh its cold in here... "Incendio!", now I move Snape so he is laying on the bed like he would when he sleeps, so he isn't falling off...I should probably get out of here if I want to live when he wakes up...His hairs really quite lovely.... I turn off that radio thing...I walk over to the fire...ahh much better, I can't imagine living in this cold all the time... I look to my left...what's that? It's a large bookshelf, but the books all look the same, black or dark colours with bright writing... This is the largest personal book collection I've ever seen! And not all of these are evil things, I've read about ΒΌ of these... I haven't read this one The Commission of the Morbid by Heraz Mortimal. Looks interesting... I lightly pick it off the shelf and walk quietly to one of the black armchairs...
This is a fascinating piece... morbid and depressing of course, but so enthralling I can't stop reading... reading... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I hear someone clearing their throat... I look at my watch, its 11.15! Where am I ... Oh dear... I glance towards Snape's bed where I left him. Holy. Shit. He's sitting there watching me...maybe he's um... sleep sitting? No... he's staring directly at me...and smiling?
"Um...Professor, are you feeling better?" I smile; I'm petrified (well, not literally)...
"Oh, I'm fine...why are you still here?" He sounds genuine. Like he truly wants to know why I'm here and he's not livid as normal...
"I, uh, came to your class for detention because you gave me three nights of it and I came at 6, about 5 hours ago, and er, you eventually answered your door, but er...you were... intoxicated and fell to the ground," I'm talking waaay to fast! But I can't slow down, "So started carrying you, the I realized I'm witch so I picked you up with a Wingardium Leviosa spell and brought you in here, then I saw the room, and wow this is a nice room, did I tell you that? Oh but then I pick you up again, but since I was going to put you on your bed, which was like 2 feet away I er picked you up manually and put you there. And then I saw your book case so I went to look at it and I picked out one and have been reading it even since, I'm terribly sorry Professor, sir."
"When did you put on a fire?"
"After I put you onto your bed, sir"
"When did you turn off the music?"
"After I put you onto your bed, and before I walked over to the fire."
"Why didn't you go and get help. I would have expected someone like you to have lost your head and run off to get help." He sneers, but not as horribly as customary
"First off Professor, I thought you would get into a great crap load of trouble if I told someone, so I didn't. And secondly, I never, in my life have ever run off afraid to get help. And you want to know why? Because I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Unlike some people apparently." I finish with a glare in his direction.
"Well, Miss Granger, I appreciate that you didn't tell anyone that I was drinking liquor, because I wasn't. You jumped to conclusions, but I assume you recognized the liquid as the one you and your fellow class mates created this morning, therefore, you should have remembered the ingredients. All of the parts of the potion are herbal and have healing abilities, so what I had your class concoct was merely a healing agent."
"Well, then why in bloody hell were you drunk!"
"I wasn't drunk, the ashwinder ashes put the drinker into a sort of trance to help ease the pain while the herbs help heal."
He's in pain? Now I feel really bad, and really idiotic.
"Attention students," Oh, Dumbledore's talking, "Since there are so few of you here for this winter break, I thought I'd let you all have a little Christmas present! Just keep it a secret, eh? The requirement of wearing the school cloak over your normal clothing is no longer required for these next two weeks! It was brought to my attention this morning that maybe the cloak wasn't comfortable to wear on holiday, by Miss Granger," Oops...
"Quit laughing Harry!"
"So if you wish to be a bit more free, just wear whatever! ... Oh, yes I agree Madame Hooch, anything that is school appropriate of course, and you're all mature young adults, you needn't be lectured on what's appropriate, so tuck in!"
"Yeah, Hermy, you're a rebel now!"
"Shut up Ron! I am not! I'm no rebel! It was an accident! I really didn't mean too!"
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Oh no, oh no, oh no... I'm really nervous! Why did I have to land myself a detention with SNAPE? Oh well, hopefully it won't be much he needs me to do, he kept staring at me today, maybe he won't tonight, it was awkward feeling, but not really...what am I thinking?! Of course it was awkward! It was greasy haired, slimy git, tortured, pathetic, poor, lonely, dangerous, GAH again! It's Snape. I think I'm the one who needs some psychiatric help, not Snape... must. Stop. Thinking. About. Him. ACK!
Well it's almost 6; I better head down to his classroom so I'm not late... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I knock on the door... no answer... I knock again, I bit louder.... why isn't he answering? ...I pound on the door forcefully...
"Yes! Who is it?" Snape yells from inside
"Professor Snape, it's me Hermione Granger for my detention you gave me!"
I can hear a shuffle of papers or something and him walking at an uneven pace to the door. He opens the door, looking a bit confused, which is odd, strange music is coming from a source inside.
"What? Wait, why you here again, you, you?"
"I, Hermione, am here to serve my first detention, Professor."
He coughs, and drops something behind his back, it sounds like glass, which should be broken now... gah, His breath is so weird smelling...it smells like...
Oh my God. He's drunk. I can see a reflective liquid I assume is empting from the bottle he dropped... it looks like the potion I made in class earlier today...maybe this is why he was acting bizarre during class...
"Are you okay Professor?
"Do I look 'okay' young la--" He falls backwards, onto the stone floor, just missing the glass shards of the bottle he dropped.
"Professor!"
I kneel to the ground next to him...it's against school policy to have alcohol or any sort of like substance in school grounds! I can't believe one of the most trusted teachers of Dumbledore is violating one of the major rules! Even if legally he's allowed to consume such things! What should I do? I should go get another Professor! No, wait... if I do, he'll surely get in huge trouble, then he'll blame me, and find some way to fail me...besides, if I don't turn him in, maybe he wont pick on me so much? I can't believe I'm not telling someone, I can never tell Harry or Ron about this, they'd want to take a picture then bring in Dumbledore and the Ministry and get him fired...I stand back up and hook my arms under his shoulders, ok now to try and get him somewhere where he can sleep this off... um...well I start dragging him slowly across the floor...He's heavier than he looks ...I could put him on the desk, but he might fall off...what in the bloody hell am I carrying him for? I'm a witch! Man, do I panic sometimes or what...
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
And with a flick of the wrist I'm back in business... ok much lighter now ha-ha...there's nowhere to lay him down in here... I open a wooden door next to a potions shelf, I turn my head back to make sure I'm not going to bang him into the doorjamb... he looks kinda handsome...oi... I turn back to watch where I'm walking... Oh my God. I forget the spell, I drop Snape on the ground, oops...this room is so evil looking, its black stone wall, a large, empty fireplace, it's so cold in here, nice furniture though... small bed, also black... green curtains... I guess he has pride in something, Slytherin... There's where that horrible music is coming from, strange little radio like unit, it must run on magic, otherwise it would go haywire here...this place is very homely in a weird way actually, I guess it reminds me of Sirius's house, I did sort of live there during the summer... Oh yeah I should get him off the ground...
I'll put him on his bed, I suppose. The bed is about 2 feet away; I can just pick him up to there. I start walking backwards towards the bed with part of my Potions master in my arms...this would look really bad if someone walked in... Oi, I hit the bed, now I crawl over to the other side of the bed and hoist Snape up onto it, his hair falls into my face, this bed is really narrow I guess...Wow, his hair isn't greasy, it's really...soft and smells really good...his hair doesn't look greasy, its super shiny... sheesh its cold in here... "Incendio!", now I move Snape so he is laying on the bed like he would when he sleeps, so he isn't falling off...I should probably get out of here if I want to live when he wakes up...His hairs really quite lovely.... I turn off that radio thing...I walk over to the fire...ahh much better, I can't imagine living in this cold all the time... I look to my left...what's that? It's a large bookshelf, but the books all look the same, black or dark colours with bright writing... This is the largest personal book collection I've ever seen! And not all of these are evil things, I've read about ΒΌ of these... I haven't read this one The Commission of the Morbid by Heraz Mortimal. Looks interesting... I lightly pick it off the shelf and walk quietly to one of the black armchairs...
This is a fascinating piece... morbid and depressing of course, but so enthralling I can't stop reading... reading... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I hear someone clearing their throat... I look at my watch, its 11.15! Where am I ... Oh dear... I glance towards Snape's bed where I left him. Holy. Shit. He's sitting there watching me...maybe he's um... sleep sitting? No... he's staring directly at me...and smiling?
"Um...Professor, are you feeling better?" I smile; I'm petrified (well, not literally)...
"Oh, I'm fine...why are you still here?" He sounds genuine. Like he truly wants to know why I'm here and he's not livid as normal...
"I, uh, came to your class for detention because you gave me three nights of it and I came at 6, about 5 hours ago, and er, you eventually answered your door, but er...you were... intoxicated and fell to the ground," I'm talking waaay to fast! But I can't slow down, "So started carrying you, the I realized I'm witch so I picked you up with a Wingardium Leviosa spell and brought you in here, then I saw the room, and wow this is a nice room, did I tell you that? Oh but then I pick you up again, but since I was going to put you on your bed, which was like 2 feet away I er picked you up manually and put you there. And then I saw your book case so I went to look at it and I picked out one and have been reading it even since, I'm terribly sorry Professor, sir."
"When did you put on a fire?"
"After I put you onto your bed, sir"
"When did you turn off the music?"
"After I put you onto your bed, and before I walked over to the fire."
"Why didn't you go and get help. I would have expected someone like you to have lost your head and run off to get help." He sneers, but not as horribly as customary
"First off Professor, I thought you would get into a great crap load of trouble if I told someone, so I didn't. And secondly, I never, in my life have ever run off afraid to get help. And you want to know why? Because I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Unlike some people apparently." I finish with a glare in his direction.
"Well, Miss Granger, I appreciate that you didn't tell anyone that I was drinking liquor, because I wasn't. You jumped to conclusions, but I assume you recognized the liquid as the one you and your fellow class mates created this morning, therefore, you should have remembered the ingredients. All of the parts of the potion are herbal and have healing abilities, so what I had your class concoct was merely a healing agent."
"Well, then why in bloody hell were you drunk!"
"I wasn't drunk, the ashwinder ashes put the drinker into a sort of trance to help ease the pain while the herbs help heal."
He's in pain? Now I feel really bad, and really idiotic.