AN- Thanks too all reviewers. Here's the next installment! (Snape's
perception of Hermione is taken from the brilliant Hayseed, as I believe I
mentioned before... but it's relevant in this chapter)
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After leaving the library, a tired and confused Hermione Granger headed for Gryffindor tower. Approaching the Fat Lady, Hermione said, "Hungry Hippo"
"In you go then m'dear." The portrait replied, swinging open.
Hermione then walked into the common room, where she was accosted by her enthusiastic friends. "C'mon Hermione, play Wizard Truth or Dare with us," Ron beseeched her; "we've missed you!"
Amused, Hermione shook her head. "No, I've too much studying to do. I've missed so much school!"
"Please Hermione!" Ron begged her. "You never play."
"But I just got out of the hospital wing..." Hermione protested halfheartedly. Ron smiled, knowing she was won over. He pulled her over to the center of the common room, where Harry, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati were waiting. "Neville didn't want to play." Ron told Hermione as he flopped down between Ginny and Dean.
"Alright," said Ginny, who had coordinated the event. "The rules are as follows: First, you get 1 chicken. Use it for truth or for dare. There are going to be no repeats, so if Harry dares Hermione to kiss Dean, Ron can't dare me to do the same. If Hermione uses her chicken, nobody can dare her next turn."
"What about quitting?" Hermione asked, wanting to make sure that she could back out at any point she deemed appropriate. But Hermione swore that Tom Riddle himself couldn't have matched the evil look that spread across Ginny's face.
"Quitting? Well, it's simple." Ginny replied, and Hermione let out a sigh of relief. But she sighed too soon. "How it works is like this. On a slip of parchment, we all write a task that a quitter will have to do. When you quit, you draw one. You must do this, regardless of anything."
"What if you draw your own?" Hermione wondered.
"You still have to do it. That's part of the risk of what you put on there." Ginny answered. Hermione was now very nervous and quite sure she would rather sit out, but for unknown reasons she consented, and sat down. Harry got out the diluted Veritaserum, and small cups.
"So, who wants to go first?" asked Ginny.
"I will," volunteered Hermione, much more eager to be the one to ask rather than the one being dared.
"Ok," consented the group.
"Right then, I choose, erm, Harry." Hermione said nervously.
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Snape stalked back to his dungeons in a fowl mood. He had awoken in the hospital wing very irate, for no apparent reason. Apparently the Granger girl had tripped into him. The foolish child. How long would it take him to impress upon them the importance of safety in his classroom? Did they still, after all these years, not realize the dangers posed in the potions they brewed?
Arriving at his quarters, Severus spoke the password, "IYankee Doodle/I" He would never, ever let Dumbledore choose his password again. He really had to remember to change it.
Walking into a well lit room, Severus stripped off his outer robes, leaving him in his pants and button shirt. He walked to his desk, and began grading the essays written by his 7th years. IThe properties of Dragon's Blood when added to a strengthening solution.../I Scowling, Severus began making his corrections. He never read the student's name until after he'd finished grading. It was done in order to be impartial, but by now, it was a worthless system. From the first sentence he knew who'd written each essay, because of the nuances in the way they wrote, their sentence structure, manner of writing, 1st person or 3rd, and, in some cases, their handwriting. Some students wrote by hand, for reasons known to them. Severus did too. He didn't trust diction quills, not to mention, he felt extremely foolish talking to a writing utensil.
He came to Miss Granger's essay, and scowled. He had never liked Hermione. Her papers were taken straight from the book, just as her answers. The poor dunce was just another pencil pusher in the making. She thought she was so smart though, with all her answers from the books. She reminded him of Percy Weasely at times. They were both so horribly book smart. That's where they got all their answers. They'd never see the world in shades of grey.
With a sigh, he put an O beside her name at the top. He could find no fault with it. Even though it sounded as though she'd taken it from a book, she must have changed the words around enough that he didn't recognize them from any Potions texts.
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"Harry, truth or dare?" Hermione asked him,
"Truth," Harry replied, looking a bit apprehensive.
"Ok." Hermione said, then, "Erm, who do you like?" Hermione was rather saddened by her pitiful question, but she'd been unable to think of anything else.
Harry, who was quite glad he'd gotten Hermione, slugged his drink and said, "Ginny." His girlfriend kissed him chastely and rolled her eyes at Hermione. "Hermione, what sort of a question is it to ask someone with a girlfriend whom they like?" Ginny demanded.
"The sort asked by someone who couldn't think of anything else?" This was met with much eye rolling. Then they continued the game, Harry asking Ginny to kiss him, Ginny telling Parvati to steal underwear from the sleeping Neville, and then Parvati telling Ron to sing Shania Twain's "Man! I feel like a woman." For them, while doing a strip tease to his boxers.
After 2 hours, Hermione had, (in a scandalized tone) said that she was most certainly /I a lesbian, had snogged Dean for a minute (it was rather unpleasant, but not the worst kiss she'd ever had,) revealed her cup size (34C), told about the time she'd been a cat (most embarrassing moment,) admitted her great fear of failing her NEWTS (despite having record OWLS,) and (furiously blushing) had told them that yes, the unicorns still loved her.
Finally Ginny asked her, "Who's the hottest teacher we've ever had?" For some reason, Hermione didn't want to answer that question. Really, it was because she didn't know her own mind. Who was the best looking and sexiest teacher she'd had? Very reluctantly, Hermione took the Veritaserum, an inexplicable feeling of dread looming in her stomach. But just as she was about to drink it she abruptly put it down and said, "Chicken."
The others stared at her. This was a pretty mild question, and they all knew what her answer would be. "Oh c'mon Hermione," Ron said lazily. "We all know you liked Lockhart, don't waste your chicken just because you don't want to 'fess up to it."
Hermione turned a scathing glare on him. "I did not! And I'm tired, let's end the game!"
"No!" Ginny replied, horrified at the thought. "If you want to quit, you have to choose." Ginny held out the box of slips to her. Nervously, Hermione picked one. "Describe your most intimate fantasy in great detail!" was what it said. Hermione buried her face in her hands.
"Ooh, that's mine," squealed Lavender, then, as an afterthought to Parvati, "but I probably shouldn't have told her..."
Hermione rubbed her head. This was not the best evening she'd ever had.
AN2- Ok, here we are! It took me a while, life was busy. Next chapter: Hermione shall describe in great detail her most intimate fantasy!
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After leaving the library, a tired and confused Hermione Granger headed for Gryffindor tower. Approaching the Fat Lady, Hermione said, "Hungry Hippo"
"In you go then m'dear." The portrait replied, swinging open.
Hermione then walked into the common room, where she was accosted by her enthusiastic friends. "C'mon Hermione, play Wizard Truth or Dare with us," Ron beseeched her; "we've missed you!"
Amused, Hermione shook her head. "No, I've too much studying to do. I've missed so much school!"
"Please Hermione!" Ron begged her. "You never play."
"But I just got out of the hospital wing..." Hermione protested halfheartedly. Ron smiled, knowing she was won over. He pulled her over to the center of the common room, where Harry, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati were waiting. "Neville didn't want to play." Ron told Hermione as he flopped down between Ginny and Dean.
"Alright," said Ginny, who had coordinated the event. "The rules are as follows: First, you get 1 chicken. Use it for truth or for dare. There are going to be no repeats, so if Harry dares Hermione to kiss Dean, Ron can't dare me to do the same. If Hermione uses her chicken, nobody can dare her next turn."
"What about quitting?" Hermione asked, wanting to make sure that she could back out at any point she deemed appropriate. But Hermione swore that Tom Riddle himself couldn't have matched the evil look that spread across Ginny's face.
"Quitting? Well, it's simple." Ginny replied, and Hermione let out a sigh of relief. But she sighed too soon. "How it works is like this. On a slip of parchment, we all write a task that a quitter will have to do. When you quit, you draw one. You must do this, regardless of anything."
"What if you draw your own?" Hermione wondered.
"You still have to do it. That's part of the risk of what you put on there." Ginny answered. Hermione was now very nervous and quite sure she would rather sit out, but for unknown reasons she consented, and sat down. Harry got out the diluted Veritaserum, and small cups.
"So, who wants to go first?" asked Ginny.
"I will," volunteered Hermione, much more eager to be the one to ask rather than the one being dared.
"Ok," consented the group.
"Right then, I choose, erm, Harry." Hermione said nervously.
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Snape stalked back to his dungeons in a fowl mood. He had awoken in the hospital wing very irate, for no apparent reason. Apparently the Granger girl had tripped into him. The foolish child. How long would it take him to impress upon them the importance of safety in his classroom? Did they still, after all these years, not realize the dangers posed in the potions they brewed?
Arriving at his quarters, Severus spoke the password, "IYankee Doodle/I" He would never, ever let Dumbledore choose his password again. He really had to remember to change it.
Walking into a well lit room, Severus stripped off his outer robes, leaving him in his pants and button shirt. He walked to his desk, and began grading the essays written by his 7th years. IThe properties of Dragon's Blood when added to a strengthening solution.../I Scowling, Severus began making his corrections. He never read the student's name until after he'd finished grading. It was done in order to be impartial, but by now, it was a worthless system. From the first sentence he knew who'd written each essay, because of the nuances in the way they wrote, their sentence structure, manner of writing, 1st person or 3rd, and, in some cases, their handwriting. Some students wrote by hand, for reasons known to them. Severus did too. He didn't trust diction quills, not to mention, he felt extremely foolish talking to a writing utensil.
He came to Miss Granger's essay, and scowled. He had never liked Hermione. Her papers were taken straight from the book, just as her answers. The poor dunce was just another pencil pusher in the making. She thought she was so smart though, with all her answers from the books. She reminded him of Percy Weasely at times. They were both so horribly book smart. That's where they got all their answers. They'd never see the world in shades of grey.
With a sigh, he put an O beside her name at the top. He could find no fault with it. Even though it sounded as though she'd taken it from a book, she must have changed the words around enough that he didn't recognize them from any Potions texts.
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"Harry, truth or dare?" Hermione asked him,
"Truth," Harry replied, looking a bit apprehensive.
"Ok." Hermione said, then, "Erm, who do you like?" Hermione was rather saddened by her pitiful question, but she'd been unable to think of anything else.
Harry, who was quite glad he'd gotten Hermione, slugged his drink and said, "Ginny." His girlfriend kissed him chastely and rolled her eyes at Hermione. "Hermione, what sort of a question is it to ask someone with a girlfriend whom they like?" Ginny demanded.
"The sort asked by someone who couldn't think of anything else?" This was met with much eye rolling. Then they continued the game, Harry asking Ginny to kiss him, Ginny telling Parvati to steal underwear from the sleeping Neville, and then Parvati telling Ron to sing Shania Twain's "Man! I feel like a woman." For them, while doing a strip tease to his boxers.
After 2 hours, Hermione had, (in a scandalized tone) said that she was most certainly /I a lesbian, had snogged Dean for a minute (it was rather unpleasant, but not the worst kiss she'd ever had,) revealed her cup size (34C), told about the time she'd been a cat (most embarrassing moment,) admitted her great fear of failing her NEWTS (despite having record OWLS,) and (furiously blushing) had told them that yes, the unicorns still loved her.
Finally Ginny asked her, "Who's the hottest teacher we've ever had?" For some reason, Hermione didn't want to answer that question. Really, it was because she didn't know her own mind. Who was the best looking and sexiest teacher she'd had? Very reluctantly, Hermione took the Veritaserum, an inexplicable feeling of dread looming in her stomach. But just as she was about to drink it she abruptly put it down and said, "Chicken."
The others stared at her. This was a pretty mild question, and they all knew what her answer would be. "Oh c'mon Hermione," Ron said lazily. "We all know you liked Lockhart, don't waste your chicken just because you don't want to 'fess up to it."
Hermione turned a scathing glare on him. "I did not! And I'm tired, let's end the game!"
"No!" Ginny replied, horrified at the thought. "If you want to quit, you have to choose." Ginny held out the box of slips to her. Nervously, Hermione picked one. "Describe your most intimate fantasy in great detail!" was what it said. Hermione buried her face in her hands.
"Ooh, that's mine," squealed Lavender, then, as an afterthought to Parvati, "but I probably shouldn't have told her..."
Hermione rubbed her head. This was not the best evening she'd ever had.
AN2- Ok, here we are! It took me a while, life was busy. Next chapter: Hermione shall describe in great detail her most intimate fantasy!