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obvious but still I must torment myself and remind everyone.
Pilas: Cheers for the review it really cheered me up to see a demand for a chapter and it was great to see your reaction. So as you demanded here is the next chappie.
Jewelclaw Lady of Wind: Thanks for the compliment and review I was so nervous about the last chapter you wouldn't believe lol.
Well onto the next chapter!
Chapter four- Friends?
Harriet woke early in the morning and so was able to relax in a warm bath. She hadn't had a good night as her dreams were plagued by memories she'd tried to forget. The problem was Harriet couldn't forget how much she'd enjoyed being with Snape. Snape's kisses had aroused her more than any other and until she found another man who could do what Snape had done, Harriet had resolved that she wouldn't sleep with another man. and she hadn't. Harriet pulled herself out of her reverie to head down to the great hall. Today Snape ignored her and once again Hermione was talking to Minerva. Harriet ate silently and then went upstairs to being planning her lessons. At lunch once again she was ignored so Harriet decided that she wanted to become familiar with the castle again. As Harriet wandered she remembered some of the adventures she'd had with Hermione and Ron. Lost in thought Harriet hadn't paid attention to where she was going until she felt a chill through her robes. Stopping abruptly Harriet just had time to take in dark stone walls when somebody ran into her and she went flying to the floor. All around her Harriet could hear several vials smashing and a male voice cursing before a body landed on top of her. Harriet knew all to well who that voice belonged to and opened one eye that she had unconsciously shut. Yes there it was black hair matched by black eyes; Harriet once again shut her eye and groaned.
"Are you hurt?" Normally it would be a comfort to hear those words but coming from Severus Snape it was just chilling.
"No I don't think so. But would you mind getting off me." Harriet accepted that this wasn't a bad dream and opened both her eyes.
"Oh right sorry." Snape scrambled up, extremely unlike his elegant self and his pallid skin looked flushed. Realising that she wasn't going to be helped up Harriet put a hand behind her to push herself up and silently cursed as a glass shard cut into her hand.
"What the hell did you think you were doing, didn't you see me coming?" Snape snapped out.
"I was a bit dazed. Why didn't you see me?" Harriet hid her hand behind her back; she didn't particularly want Snape to sneer at her for being stupid enough to forget about broken glass.
"I don't have to explain myself to you but I was carrying vials that I couldn't see over the top of. I wasn't worried about bumping into someone as people don't usually come down here and when they do they have the sense to look where they are going." Snape smirked at her.
"Right, I'll remember that next time. Excuse me I must be going and I'm sure that you need to clear up this mess."
"That's right Potter you run along and leave me to clean up the mess as usual." Snape sounded at his bitterest.
"I would help but I need to be somewhere." Harriet could feel the blood running freely from her hand now and was starting to feel woozy. Suddenly Snape's gaze sharpened even more if possible.
"What have you got behind your back Potter? Show me!"
"Snape you seem to forget that I am no longer a student and that I no longer have to do what you tell me."
"Like you ever did what I asked anyway." Snape muttered under his breath and grabbed her arm. Harriet's breath hissed out between her teeth as Snape's grab jolted her hand. They stood there for a few moments Harriet glaring at Snape and Snape looking shocked at her hand. After a few moments,
"What were you going to do about this then Potter?"
"I was going to go see Poppy." Harriet snarled through gritted teeth; her hand throbbing like hell.
"Poppy's in Diagon Alley for the day."
"Oh." Harriet didn't know what to say, she couldn't mend it herself, she'd always been useless at all medical type things. Quite unfortunate really as she always seemed to be getting hurt.
"Come along Potter." Snape swept off expecting Harriet to follow. For a couple of second Harriet stood there amazed at the nerve of the man before realising she really had no other option. Snape led her deep into the dungeons and then hissed a word that Harriet didn't hear properly. A statue of a snake slid into the ground leaving a large archway. Following Snape through Harriet realised that this was his private quarters. Snape said
"Sit" and pointed at a large sofa before disappearing into another room. Harriet sat and looked around what she figured must be Snape's living room. It was the expected black and emerald green with amazing candelabras for light. In almost every spare space there was row upon row of neatly stacked books and Harriet wondered if Hermione knew about this place. As abruptly as he left the Potions Master re-entered the room now bearing tweezers, a bowl containing water and a cloth.
"Give me your hand." Snape commanded. He wet the cloth and surprisingly gently began to wipe away some of the blood. Looking at his bowed head and hands Harriet felt an almost pleasant tingle go through her body. Harriet knew what those hands could do with their long elegant fingers and.quickly Harriet threw her mind away from those thoughts. Yes she'd spent one night with him Harriet reminded herself but when they'd come back to Hogwarts the greasy git of Hogwarts had become precisely that again a git! Harriet was pulled out her thoughts when a sudden sharp pain went through her body; she yelped and jumped. Unfortunately this made her fall off of the sofa and onto Snape.
"Potter get off me." Snape snarled
"That bloody hurt." Harriet yelled "Why didn't you warn me?"
"I did but it appears you weren't listening."
"Oh." Harriet heaved herself onto the sofa once again noticing the chill of the room as she was now deprived Snape's body heat. Snape got up and carefully put the glass- which had thankfully gone into the bowl- in the bin. Now once again he took Harriet's hand and began to clear away the blood. As they say there Harriet could not help saying,
"Don't you get cold down here?" She didn't expect a reply and was pleasantly surprised when he said,
"Not really I'm used to the cold and if I feel it necessary I make a fire."
"Oh. It's a nice room." Harriet didn't really know what to say but thought that she really ought to be nice since the man was healing her hand.
"I expect you thought there would be rafters."
"Pardon?"
"Isn't that where bats hang from rafters?" Snape looked up and met her eyes coolly "I do know what students call me. The most common ones are greasy git and overgrown bat. The thing about students is they have no imagination, I have been called those particular names for a long time now." Harriet shifted uncomfortably as she herself had called him one of those names not so long ago.
"Well professor I wasn't expecting rafters. Less books I guess."
"I happen to like reading" Snape sounded defensive
"I never said you didn't. Does Hermione know about your collection some of these look rare?"
"No and even if she did I wouldn't let that know-it-all anywhere near my rooms." Snape sounded hideously scathing.
"She's not a know it all!" Harriet declared hotly "Hermione just felt that she had to make up for not being pureblood especially in front of the Slytherins and you, though god knows you never appreciated it. It also helps that she likes reading." Snape seemed momentarily silenced,
"Well Potter I guess even I am wrong upon occasion." Snape whipped his wand out of seemingly thin air and muttered "Sia guarito". Harriet felt a warm tingling in her hand then all pain was gone. Looking down all she could see was smooth skin then a vial was pressed into her other hand. "Put three drops of this in your drink twice a day for a week. It'll stop any infection that may have made its way into your bloodstream." "Thank you. May I ask why you did this for me?" Harriet was genuinely confused. Snape helping anyone seemed rare but Snape helping her surely it was the work of her over active imagination. "No. Now get out of my dungeons and I'd advise you to stay out of them." "But." "I said go." Snape sounded as though he was losing his temper so Harriet wasted no more time and practically ran up to her room. Once she was settled in her chair with a hot drink Harriet had time to muse over what had taken place in the dungeons. It wasn't anything earth shattering but once more Harriet had been allowed to see a glimpse of a completely different Severus Snape. With her thoughts Harriet fell asleep only to be woken by a knocking on her door. Blearily Harriet stumbled over to it and yanked it open.
"Hey Harri time for dinner." It was Hermione.
"It can't be it was only four when I last looked at the time."
"I assure you it's time."
"Herm, how come you're here? It's just that you seem to have been ignoring me."
"Pardon?" Hermione looked startled and a bit hurt.
"You know at meal times." Harriet felt like she was digging herself into a deep hole but Hermione's face cleared up.
"Oh I guess I've just gotten so used to it being me and Minerva that I forget to talk to anyone else. If I do that again just jab me with you elbow after you do that a few time I'm sure I won't forget."
"Ok Herm." Harriet gave her best friend a grin and they walked down to the great hall chatting and laughing. Harriet was a bit wary about what Snape would say to her but he was once again in a black mood glaring at everyone. Harriet and Hermione made a pact that they wanted to spend as much time together as possible before the students came and Snape's face went into an even blacker scowl yet at the end of the meal when Hermione got up to leave he called after her,
"Miss Granger?"
"Yes Severus." Harriet looked on in amazement as Hermione not only called the man by his first name but smiled at him.
"I have a collection of rare books in my rooms. I know your passion for reading and if you wish to borrow any you may."
"Well that's unexpected but thank you. I will see your collection tomorrow if that's ok with you."
"Fine Miss Granger. Just come to the lab and I will show you the way." When Hermione had left Harriet shot a sideways look at the man beside her, it appeared that you could indeed get a message past those lank locks and hard head.
Pilas: Cheers for the review it really cheered me up to see a demand for a chapter and it was great to see your reaction. So as you demanded here is the next chappie.
Jewelclaw Lady of Wind: Thanks for the compliment and review I was so nervous about the last chapter you wouldn't believe lol.
Well onto the next chapter!
Chapter four- Friends?
Harriet woke early in the morning and so was able to relax in a warm bath. She hadn't had a good night as her dreams were plagued by memories she'd tried to forget. The problem was Harriet couldn't forget how much she'd enjoyed being with Snape. Snape's kisses had aroused her more than any other and until she found another man who could do what Snape had done, Harriet had resolved that she wouldn't sleep with another man. and she hadn't. Harriet pulled herself out of her reverie to head down to the great hall. Today Snape ignored her and once again Hermione was talking to Minerva. Harriet ate silently and then went upstairs to being planning her lessons. At lunch once again she was ignored so Harriet decided that she wanted to become familiar with the castle again. As Harriet wandered she remembered some of the adventures she'd had with Hermione and Ron. Lost in thought Harriet hadn't paid attention to where she was going until she felt a chill through her robes. Stopping abruptly Harriet just had time to take in dark stone walls when somebody ran into her and she went flying to the floor. All around her Harriet could hear several vials smashing and a male voice cursing before a body landed on top of her. Harriet knew all to well who that voice belonged to and opened one eye that she had unconsciously shut. Yes there it was black hair matched by black eyes; Harriet once again shut her eye and groaned.
"Are you hurt?" Normally it would be a comfort to hear those words but coming from Severus Snape it was just chilling.
"No I don't think so. But would you mind getting off me." Harriet accepted that this wasn't a bad dream and opened both her eyes.
"Oh right sorry." Snape scrambled up, extremely unlike his elegant self and his pallid skin looked flushed. Realising that she wasn't going to be helped up Harriet put a hand behind her to push herself up and silently cursed as a glass shard cut into her hand.
"What the hell did you think you were doing, didn't you see me coming?" Snape snapped out.
"I was a bit dazed. Why didn't you see me?" Harriet hid her hand behind her back; she didn't particularly want Snape to sneer at her for being stupid enough to forget about broken glass.
"I don't have to explain myself to you but I was carrying vials that I couldn't see over the top of. I wasn't worried about bumping into someone as people don't usually come down here and when they do they have the sense to look where they are going." Snape smirked at her.
"Right, I'll remember that next time. Excuse me I must be going and I'm sure that you need to clear up this mess."
"That's right Potter you run along and leave me to clean up the mess as usual." Snape sounded at his bitterest.
"I would help but I need to be somewhere." Harriet could feel the blood running freely from her hand now and was starting to feel woozy. Suddenly Snape's gaze sharpened even more if possible.
"What have you got behind your back Potter? Show me!"
"Snape you seem to forget that I am no longer a student and that I no longer have to do what you tell me."
"Like you ever did what I asked anyway." Snape muttered under his breath and grabbed her arm. Harriet's breath hissed out between her teeth as Snape's grab jolted her hand. They stood there for a few moments Harriet glaring at Snape and Snape looking shocked at her hand. After a few moments,
"What were you going to do about this then Potter?"
"I was going to go see Poppy." Harriet snarled through gritted teeth; her hand throbbing like hell.
"Poppy's in Diagon Alley for the day."
"Oh." Harriet didn't know what to say, she couldn't mend it herself, she'd always been useless at all medical type things. Quite unfortunate really as she always seemed to be getting hurt.
"Come along Potter." Snape swept off expecting Harriet to follow. For a couple of second Harriet stood there amazed at the nerve of the man before realising she really had no other option. Snape led her deep into the dungeons and then hissed a word that Harriet didn't hear properly. A statue of a snake slid into the ground leaving a large archway. Following Snape through Harriet realised that this was his private quarters. Snape said
"Sit" and pointed at a large sofa before disappearing into another room. Harriet sat and looked around what she figured must be Snape's living room. It was the expected black and emerald green with amazing candelabras for light. In almost every spare space there was row upon row of neatly stacked books and Harriet wondered if Hermione knew about this place. As abruptly as he left the Potions Master re-entered the room now bearing tweezers, a bowl containing water and a cloth.
"Give me your hand." Snape commanded. He wet the cloth and surprisingly gently began to wipe away some of the blood. Looking at his bowed head and hands Harriet felt an almost pleasant tingle go through her body. Harriet knew what those hands could do with their long elegant fingers and.quickly Harriet threw her mind away from those thoughts. Yes she'd spent one night with him Harriet reminded herself but when they'd come back to Hogwarts the greasy git of Hogwarts had become precisely that again a git! Harriet was pulled out her thoughts when a sudden sharp pain went through her body; she yelped and jumped. Unfortunately this made her fall off of the sofa and onto Snape.
"Potter get off me." Snape snarled
"That bloody hurt." Harriet yelled "Why didn't you warn me?"
"I did but it appears you weren't listening."
"Oh." Harriet heaved herself onto the sofa once again noticing the chill of the room as she was now deprived Snape's body heat. Snape got up and carefully put the glass- which had thankfully gone into the bowl- in the bin. Now once again he took Harriet's hand and began to clear away the blood. As they say there Harriet could not help saying,
"Don't you get cold down here?" She didn't expect a reply and was pleasantly surprised when he said,
"Not really I'm used to the cold and if I feel it necessary I make a fire."
"Oh. It's a nice room." Harriet didn't really know what to say but thought that she really ought to be nice since the man was healing her hand.
"I expect you thought there would be rafters."
"Pardon?"
"Isn't that where bats hang from rafters?" Snape looked up and met her eyes coolly "I do know what students call me. The most common ones are greasy git and overgrown bat. The thing about students is they have no imagination, I have been called those particular names for a long time now." Harriet shifted uncomfortably as she herself had called him one of those names not so long ago.
"Well professor I wasn't expecting rafters. Less books I guess."
"I happen to like reading" Snape sounded defensive
"I never said you didn't. Does Hermione know about your collection some of these look rare?"
"No and even if she did I wouldn't let that know-it-all anywhere near my rooms." Snape sounded hideously scathing.
"She's not a know it all!" Harriet declared hotly "Hermione just felt that she had to make up for not being pureblood especially in front of the Slytherins and you, though god knows you never appreciated it. It also helps that she likes reading." Snape seemed momentarily silenced,
"Well Potter I guess even I am wrong upon occasion." Snape whipped his wand out of seemingly thin air and muttered "Sia guarito". Harriet felt a warm tingling in her hand then all pain was gone. Looking down all she could see was smooth skin then a vial was pressed into her other hand. "Put three drops of this in your drink twice a day for a week. It'll stop any infection that may have made its way into your bloodstream." "Thank you. May I ask why you did this for me?" Harriet was genuinely confused. Snape helping anyone seemed rare but Snape helping her surely it was the work of her over active imagination. "No. Now get out of my dungeons and I'd advise you to stay out of them." "But." "I said go." Snape sounded as though he was losing his temper so Harriet wasted no more time and practically ran up to her room. Once she was settled in her chair with a hot drink Harriet had time to muse over what had taken place in the dungeons. It wasn't anything earth shattering but once more Harriet had been allowed to see a glimpse of a completely different Severus Snape. With her thoughts Harriet fell asleep only to be woken by a knocking on her door. Blearily Harriet stumbled over to it and yanked it open.
"Hey Harri time for dinner." It was Hermione.
"It can't be it was only four when I last looked at the time."
"I assure you it's time."
"Herm, how come you're here? It's just that you seem to have been ignoring me."
"Pardon?" Hermione looked startled and a bit hurt.
"You know at meal times." Harriet felt like she was digging herself into a deep hole but Hermione's face cleared up.
"Oh I guess I've just gotten so used to it being me and Minerva that I forget to talk to anyone else. If I do that again just jab me with you elbow after you do that a few time I'm sure I won't forget."
"Ok Herm." Harriet gave her best friend a grin and they walked down to the great hall chatting and laughing. Harriet was a bit wary about what Snape would say to her but he was once again in a black mood glaring at everyone. Harriet and Hermione made a pact that they wanted to spend as much time together as possible before the students came and Snape's face went into an even blacker scowl yet at the end of the meal when Hermione got up to leave he called after her,
"Miss Granger?"
"Yes Severus." Harriet looked on in amazement as Hermione not only called the man by his first name but smiled at him.
"I have a collection of rare books in my rooms. I know your passion for reading and if you wish to borrow any you may."
"Well that's unexpected but thank you. I will see your collection tomorrow if that's ok with you."
"Fine Miss Granger. Just come to the lab and I will show you the way." When Hermione had left Harriet shot a sideways look at the man beside her, it appeared that you could indeed get a message past those lank locks and hard head.