Belle of the Ball
Hermione finally stirred around eight in the evening feeling confused. She opened her eyes groggily and moved her head around to get a better idea of where she was.
"Your in the infirmary Hermione." Came the Headmasters gentle tone.
Hermione moved her face toward the soft armchair where the Headmaster was seated by her bedside.
"How?" she croaked roughly in question to the Headmaster.
"There will be time for that in the morning Hermione. I was just filling in for Poppy while she had dinner and I wanted to make sure you were ok. I will take my leave now and let Poppy know that you've woken."
He rose to his feet gave her hand a small squeeze and left to find Poppy.
Hermione was a little confused. The last thing she remembered was someone trying to attack her. But try as she might she could not remember who?
She moved herself into sitting position and after she was comfortable, she took a little scan of the room. She spotted Professor Snape straight away, so stark was the contrast of his black figure against white linen, you would be blind to have missed him.
All of a sudden she got a god awful head ache, pushing her palm to her brow and clenching her eyes shut to ward off the pain, she was seeing little snippets of what had happened.
'Realising an energy ball towards Snape, only not realising it was him before it was to late, the next thing she remembered was being pulled towards him at lightning speed, she hadn't even digested the fact that there was going to be a painful collision, when all of a sudden she just stopped still.
Then all she remembered was the feeling of power, and fighting for dominance to end the spell, she remembered feeling it coursing through her body, her very blood was alive with the feel of it, she couldn't repel him or draw back it was like they were stuck in a stale mate.'
And now she was sitting in the infirmary, with a killer headache, she wished to Merlin would bugger off, and quickly.
On that thought Madam Pomfry came bustling over to her bed, having seen Hermione's distress. She would put galleons on Madam Pomfry possessing a sixth sense when it came to her patience being in pain.
When she entered she had retrieved a pain relief potion and a dreamless sleep from her stores and was already clicking her tongue at her young ward as she reached her.
"You shouldn't be sitting up Miss Granger, Completely unacceptable you should be resting, here take these dear and you will feel a lot better in the morning."
Hermione wasted no time in downing the potions Pomfry had handed to her she whispered a quiet "thankyou" and snuggled back down into her covers to sleep of the days ailments.
The next morning Dumbledore made his way down to the infirmary to check on his dear friends, no doubt Hermione would be full of questions wanting to quench her thirst to understand what had happened.
If he knew Severus which he did, and well. The irritable potions professor would not be very forth coming with the information, which was a pity because if what he suspected was to be true, then Severus would do well to at least try to get along with the young woman.
Albus swung open the doors to the infirmary and the sight that he met made him chuckle softly to himself. 'Severus my boy' he thought 'I know you to well'
Both Hermione and Severus were sitting propped up on pillows against their bed heads. Hermione was speaking energetically, with an inquisitive look on her face, while waving around a piece of toast, Severus was sitting back, arms crossed over his chest, scowl firmly planted on his face, looking directly at his breakfast as if it was the cause of all his problems.
"Good morning Hermione, Severus how are the two of you feeling today?" Dumbledore asked as he strode over to the pair.
Severus's eyes darted straight to the headmaster at the sound of his voice, his scowl deepened when he realised Albus found his predicament amusing.
"I would be feeling a lot better, if Miss Granger would stop her insipid chattering and leave me in peace!" He sneered in reply while looking directly at Hermione.
Albus had conjured a bright red plush looking armchair while Severus had answered, once settled, he looked up from his comfy chair, to see a slight blush stain Hermione cheeks.
"Now, now Severus, Hermione must be very eager to discuss what occurred yesterday?" the headmaster asked as he directed the last part toward her.
At that statement Hermione flushed beet red, remembering the heated words and anger she displayed yesterday. Hermione wasn't a push over, nor did she have a passive personality, but she was well mannered and always displayed respect for her companions, especially her superiors.
For her to lose her head like she did yesterday was completely out of character, but she had been working so hard and was really eager to get her project finished, not to mention the fact, that if she had theorised correctly she could be helping to relieve a great burden off of a lot of people.
With that thought in mind, she lifted her head set her mouth to a scowl of her own and shot daggers at her potions master.
Dumbledore was watching a stream of emotions play out over Hermione's face, first she was looking guilty and embarrassed, which must have had something to do with what had occurred between herself and Severus.
Second he saw rather than heard a defeated sigh, then he saw a brief look of pride until it changed just as quickly into a look of pure anger and frustration, directed straight at his beloved potions master, so what ever had happened, it was obvious that Severus had caused the uncharacteristic out burst of Hogwarts brightest alumni.
Severus was taken aback when he noticed the look on his apprentices face, they way she was looking at him anyone would think he had just murdered that monstrosity of a familiar she called a cat.
Dumbledore could feel the fermented anger rolling off of their young charge so strongly it was palatable; it was as if she was mustering up energy she surely intended to part with.
"Hermione do you know what a mage is?" Dumbledore asked calmly trying to appeal to her academic side.
Hermione pulled her eyes away from Snape to face the headmaster, her features softening instantly and Albus could feel the air in the room get lighter.
"Yes Headmaster" she answered smiling confidently "They are very rare though, from what I have read." Here Snape snorted softly, but Hermione heard and shot him a quick glare before continuing.
"A mage is a witch or wizard with the ability to perform magic without a wand." She said in her know-it-all matter of fact voice she used to use on Ron and Harry when helping them with their studies.
Dumbledore nodded lightly then spoke.
"You are correct Hermione, but do you know how they are capable of performing such a feat?"
Hermione had a look of puzzlement on her features before she answered, that she wasn't sure exactly how, just that she had read it was inherited and there for didn't pursue the subject due to the fact that she was a muggle born.
"Well you are correct in one instance my dear." Albus replied. "You do inherit becoming a mage. It is generally passed on through you ancestors, but just because you are muggle born doesn't mean that you didn't inherit this certain gift, you could possibly have a powerful mage from some hundred years ago in your family tree. Which I can assure you we will look into in due time."
The headmaster was smiling benignly at Hermione's surprised expression and Severus also looked a little shocked at the thought that Hermione had powerful ancestors. Severus noticed that Hermione was looking at him and quickly sneered toward her, to cover the fact that he found this information interesting.
"But I digress Hermione, a mage gets his or her powers from the magic in the earth and the environment, you see a mage is a true wizard or witch that is able to draw on and control nature so naturally that all it takes is a hand movent and a thought for your desired out come."
Hermione was sitting there completely stunned, not only was she able to do wandless magic but Dumbledore had just told her she could use and control nature as her magic source.
"I am afraid my dear, that I must go I have an important meeting I can not miss, after madam Pomfry sees fit for your release, I will make a time for us to discuss this at great length and go through what training and information you may require."
The headmaster rose from his chair, waved his hand and it was gone. He turned to see Hermione looking inquisitively at him he winked and said.
"Soon my dear we shall chat and you will have all your answers." He patted Hermione's hand gently, seeing that she was content with waiting for her answers for the moment, he then turned towards Severus.
"Severus my boy" he said clasping the potion master shoulder affectionately. "I dare say Poppy will release you by lunch, I would like to extend an invitation to you, for lunch in my quarters?"
The headmaster asked eyes twinkling madly peering over his half moon glasses, Severus knew that was not a request it was a sugar coated order and he really didn't like the look of that over cheery twinkle in the batty old fools eyes either, that was always a bad sign that he was in for something he would not like.
"Certainly Albus, I would like nothing more than to accompany you." Severus said in a voice that clearly stated he did not mean one word of what he had just said.
"Marvellous then I shall see you shortly, good day to you both."
And with that the headmaster took his leave thinking about how maybe this development might prove to be a blessing for his dour potions master.
Hermione finally stirred around eight in the evening feeling confused. She opened her eyes groggily and moved her head around to get a better idea of where she was.
"Your in the infirmary Hermione." Came the Headmasters gentle tone.
Hermione moved her face toward the soft armchair where the Headmaster was seated by her bedside.
"How?" she croaked roughly in question to the Headmaster.
"There will be time for that in the morning Hermione. I was just filling in for Poppy while she had dinner and I wanted to make sure you were ok. I will take my leave now and let Poppy know that you've woken."
He rose to his feet gave her hand a small squeeze and left to find Poppy.
Hermione was a little confused. The last thing she remembered was someone trying to attack her. But try as she might she could not remember who?
She moved herself into sitting position and after she was comfortable, she took a little scan of the room. She spotted Professor Snape straight away, so stark was the contrast of his black figure against white linen, you would be blind to have missed him.
All of a sudden she got a god awful head ache, pushing her palm to her brow and clenching her eyes shut to ward off the pain, she was seeing little snippets of what had happened.
'Realising an energy ball towards Snape, only not realising it was him before it was to late, the next thing she remembered was being pulled towards him at lightning speed, she hadn't even digested the fact that there was going to be a painful collision, when all of a sudden she just stopped still.
Then all she remembered was the feeling of power, and fighting for dominance to end the spell, she remembered feeling it coursing through her body, her very blood was alive with the feel of it, she couldn't repel him or draw back it was like they were stuck in a stale mate.'
And now she was sitting in the infirmary, with a killer headache, she wished to Merlin would bugger off, and quickly.
On that thought Madam Pomfry came bustling over to her bed, having seen Hermione's distress. She would put galleons on Madam Pomfry possessing a sixth sense when it came to her patience being in pain.
When she entered she had retrieved a pain relief potion and a dreamless sleep from her stores and was already clicking her tongue at her young ward as she reached her.
"You shouldn't be sitting up Miss Granger, Completely unacceptable you should be resting, here take these dear and you will feel a lot better in the morning."
Hermione wasted no time in downing the potions Pomfry had handed to her she whispered a quiet "thankyou" and snuggled back down into her covers to sleep of the days ailments.
The next morning Dumbledore made his way down to the infirmary to check on his dear friends, no doubt Hermione would be full of questions wanting to quench her thirst to understand what had happened.
If he knew Severus which he did, and well. The irritable potions professor would not be very forth coming with the information, which was a pity because if what he suspected was to be true, then Severus would do well to at least try to get along with the young woman.
Albus swung open the doors to the infirmary and the sight that he met made him chuckle softly to himself. 'Severus my boy' he thought 'I know you to well'
Both Hermione and Severus were sitting propped up on pillows against their bed heads. Hermione was speaking energetically, with an inquisitive look on her face, while waving around a piece of toast, Severus was sitting back, arms crossed over his chest, scowl firmly planted on his face, looking directly at his breakfast as if it was the cause of all his problems.
"Good morning Hermione, Severus how are the two of you feeling today?" Dumbledore asked as he strode over to the pair.
Severus's eyes darted straight to the headmaster at the sound of his voice, his scowl deepened when he realised Albus found his predicament amusing.
"I would be feeling a lot better, if Miss Granger would stop her insipid chattering and leave me in peace!" He sneered in reply while looking directly at Hermione.
Albus had conjured a bright red plush looking armchair while Severus had answered, once settled, he looked up from his comfy chair, to see a slight blush stain Hermione cheeks.
"Now, now Severus, Hermione must be very eager to discuss what occurred yesterday?" the headmaster asked as he directed the last part toward her.
At that statement Hermione flushed beet red, remembering the heated words and anger she displayed yesterday. Hermione wasn't a push over, nor did she have a passive personality, but she was well mannered and always displayed respect for her companions, especially her superiors.
For her to lose her head like she did yesterday was completely out of character, but she had been working so hard and was really eager to get her project finished, not to mention the fact, that if she had theorised correctly she could be helping to relieve a great burden off of a lot of people.
With that thought in mind, she lifted her head set her mouth to a scowl of her own and shot daggers at her potions master.
Dumbledore was watching a stream of emotions play out over Hermione's face, first she was looking guilty and embarrassed, which must have had something to do with what had occurred between herself and Severus.
Second he saw rather than heard a defeated sigh, then he saw a brief look of pride until it changed just as quickly into a look of pure anger and frustration, directed straight at his beloved potions master, so what ever had happened, it was obvious that Severus had caused the uncharacteristic out burst of Hogwarts brightest alumni.
Severus was taken aback when he noticed the look on his apprentices face, they way she was looking at him anyone would think he had just murdered that monstrosity of a familiar she called a cat.
Dumbledore could feel the fermented anger rolling off of their young charge so strongly it was palatable; it was as if she was mustering up energy she surely intended to part with.
"Hermione do you know what a mage is?" Dumbledore asked calmly trying to appeal to her academic side.
Hermione pulled her eyes away from Snape to face the headmaster, her features softening instantly and Albus could feel the air in the room get lighter.
"Yes Headmaster" she answered smiling confidently "They are very rare though, from what I have read." Here Snape snorted softly, but Hermione heard and shot him a quick glare before continuing.
"A mage is a witch or wizard with the ability to perform magic without a wand." She said in her know-it-all matter of fact voice she used to use on Ron and Harry when helping them with their studies.
Dumbledore nodded lightly then spoke.
"You are correct Hermione, but do you know how they are capable of performing such a feat?"
Hermione had a look of puzzlement on her features before she answered, that she wasn't sure exactly how, just that she had read it was inherited and there for didn't pursue the subject due to the fact that she was a muggle born.
"Well you are correct in one instance my dear." Albus replied. "You do inherit becoming a mage. It is generally passed on through you ancestors, but just because you are muggle born doesn't mean that you didn't inherit this certain gift, you could possibly have a powerful mage from some hundred years ago in your family tree. Which I can assure you we will look into in due time."
The headmaster was smiling benignly at Hermione's surprised expression and Severus also looked a little shocked at the thought that Hermione had powerful ancestors. Severus noticed that Hermione was looking at him and quickly sneered toward her, to cover the fact that he found this information interesting.
"But I digress Hermione, a mage gets his or her powers from the magic in the earth and the environment, you see a mage is a true wizard or witch that is able to draw on and control nature so naturally that all it takes is a hand movent and a thought for your desired out come."
Hermione was sitting there completely stunned, not only was she able to do wandless magic but Dumbledore had just told her she could use and control nature as her magic source.
"I am afraid my dear, that I must go I have an important meeting I can not miss, after madam Pomfry sees fit for your release, I will make a time for us to discuss this at great length and go through what training and information you may require."
The headmaster rose from his chair, waved his hand and it was gone. He turned to see Hermione looking inquisitively at him he winked and said.
"Soon my dear we shall chat and you will have all your answers." He patted Hermione's hand gently, seeing that she was content with waiting for her answers for the moment, he then turned towards Severus.
"Severus my boy" he said clasping the potion master shoulder affectionately. "I dare say Poppy will release you by lunch, I would like to extend an invitation to you, for lunch in my quarters?"
The headmaster asked eyes twinkling madly peering over his half moon glasses, Severus knew that was not a request it was a sugar coated order and he really didn't like the look of that over cheery twinkle in the batty old fools eyes either, that was always a bad sign that he was in for something he would not like.
"Certainly Albus, I would like nothing more than to accompany you." Severus said in a voice that clearly stated he did not mean one word of what he had just said.
"Marvellous then I shall see you shortly, good day to you both."
And with that the headmaster took his leave thinking about how maybe this development might prove to be a blessing for his dour potions master.