Propensity and the Chaotic Pendulum.
Rated: R
Warnings: Violence, lots of it. Some of it sexual in nature.
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Shaking from head to foot, displaying none of his confidence and prowess, Severus Snape went on his knees before Albus Dumbledore.
"No need for genuflecting, Severus. We are old friends, are we not?"
"Headmaster, I simply must--I mean to say--that is," he stammered, climbing to his feet but still dreadfully trembling.
"Slow down, dear boy."
"Dear boy?" came a derisive snort from an unexpected place. "You're calling HIM dear boy? That loathsome creature, that hideous greasepot of a slimeball!"
"Miss Granger, that will quite do," Dumbledore said mildly, his eyes trained on Snape's shaking face.
"She has every right," he whispered.
"Now, Severus. Surely when we explain the dire--"
"Oh, I know all about the dire circumstances! The spy work for the Order, the importance of keeping up appearances! And its all lies! He's nothing but a coward, a simple coward through and through! He's locked up in his past, harboring ill will to anyone with half a brain because he envies them! He envies us all our freedoms. For he has none. And I understand these things, and make allowances. But tonight the evil man, well, he has simply crossed the line," Hermione panted her rant to a close.
"She definitely has the right to say that," Snape muttered.
"Talk to ME, you foul… you evil… blackheart! Don't talk about me as if I'm not here! I know that I'm 'beneath' you, what with my Mudblood heritage--"
"Stop right there, Miss Granger. I am quite of the opinion that Professor's Snape's transgressions this evening are disgusting, horrendous and deserving of punishment. But I will solidly state that I do not believe he behaved of his own accord."
Snape cast his eyes guiltily down. His head was spinning, he could feel his face burning beneath Dumbledore's gaze. As if the heat emanating from the dreadfully wronged Hermione Granger was not enough to set him afire. "How have we come to this?" he said, more to himself than anyone else. Hermione gave to sobbing, and Dumbledore finally turned his piercing gaze to her.
Rated: R
Warnings: Violence, lots of it. Some of it sexual in nature.
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Shaking from head to foot, displaying none of his confidence and prowess, Severus Snape went on his knees before Albus Dumbledore.
"No need for genuflecting, Severus. We are old friends, are we not?"
"Headmaster, I simply must--I mean to say--that is," he stammered, climbing to his feet but still dreadfully trembling.
"Slow down, dear boy."
"Dear boy?" came a derisive snort from an unexpected place. "You're calling HIM dear boy? That loathsome creature, that hideous greasepot of a slimeball!"
"Miss Granger, that will quite do," Dumbledore said mildly, his eyes trained on Snape's shaking face.
"She has every right," he whispered.
"Now, Severus. Surely when we explain the dire--"
"Oh, I know all about the dire circumstances! The spy work for the Order, the importance of keeping up appearances! And its all lies! He's nothing but a coward, a simple coward through and through! He's locked up in his past, harboring ill will to anyone with half a brain because he envies them! He envies us all our freedoms. For he has none. And I understand these things, and make allowances. But tonight the evil man, well, he has simply crossed the line," Hermione panted her rant to a close.
"She definitely has the right to say that," Snape muttered.
"Talk to ME, you foul… you evil… blackheart! Don't talk about me as if I'm not here! I know that I'm 'beneath' you, what with my Mudblood heritage--"
"Stop right there, Miss Granger. I am quite of the opinion that Professor's Snape's transgressions this evening are disgusting, horrendous and deserving of punishment. But I will solidly state that I do not believe he behaved of his own accord."
Snape cast his eyes guiltily down. His head was spinning, he could feel his face burning beneath Dumbledore's gaze. As if the heat emanating from the dreadfully wronged Hermione Granger was not enough to set him afire. "How have we come to this?" he said, more to himself than anyone else. Hermione gave to sobbing, and Dumbledore finally turned his piercing gaze to her.