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mistakes please do so! But in a nice way of course...
Disclaimer (just noticed I haven't done one yet for this story) don't own any thing so don't come suing me!
Chapter 9, (woo go me)
She wanted to call it off, my god did she want to call that stupid bet off. And she was, well not officially, she was going to lose any way so she was just going to simply stop trying to win. Let the lads win. That would mean breaking the pack with the girls though. She could send them an owl saying that she was doomed and never was going to lay the greasy git and so the pack was broken. It sounded like a good idea to her. With that thought Hermione crawled from underneath her bed, where she had taken to cry her heart out after the whole Snape going wacko ordeal, and went to her desk to write the letter.
Dear Girls,
It looks like; no it's a definite that I wont win that bloody Gryffindor bet. Snape knows about the bet and made it clear to me I shall not win. With this the pack will become void and you are all free to do what you wish. Your head girl H.G
Hermione multiplied the letter with a simple spell and got changed out of her dust-covered robes opting for a simple pair of jeans a white tank top. Once she had wiped the dust of her face and hands she made her way to the owerly.
As she walked across the common room she heard the boys up stairs in the boys dorm. She hadn't been able to finish the potion so they were going to have to suffer in the morning. She did feel kind of guilty about it though. She was not looking forward to explaining to them tomorrow why they haven't got their potion. What could she say? She could just see it now... 'Well...urm...yeah...about that hangover relief potion turns out when I went to sleep a...giant enchanted parrot snuck into my room and drank it all...but never fear because I killed the parrot and have very strong coffee already made for you...the reason why there isn't a big dead parrot in my room is because I had the house elf's cook it so I could eat it, why waste good meat huh? It tasted like chicken really...there's still some meat left if you want a parrot-that-tastes-like-chicken sandwich...urm...coffee any one?'
Would they believe it? They would if the was still drunk or they have had a similar experience with a large parrot before. Damn herself and her lack of being good at lying.
Hermione was surprised at how fast she could walk when she let her mind wonder, turns out she had made it near enough to the owerly already. One set of stairs and 2 corridors later she had reached her destination and as now try to tie the scrolls on the leg of several birds. Would the girl mind her sending them a letter at the beginning of dawn? Hope not.
Hermione quickly returned to her room and tired to get some sort of rest. She was happy to notice that when she walked back across the common room she could hear the many drunken snores of the boys. At least they would of slept of some of the alcohol. She was not looking forward to seeing them tomorrow.
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She should of just stayed locked up in her room, less hassle that way. The breakfast was hell, lessons was uneventful which sucked and Snape had cornered her just, during dinner, requesting to see her in his office once she had finished, which sucks big ass. It didn't help that all the lads where ignoring her. Great it's going to be just like she feared, well expected. They were going to hold this over her head.
"Why did you call the packed off?" Ah the sweet voice of Ginny whispered to Hermione. This is also another part of her day which sucked ass, 'hmm gotta stop talking to dean, starting to pick up his sayings that's like the third time she had thought sucked/s ass in less than five minutes'. Oh right Ginny was still waiting her answer. Hmm what to say...
"I...er...I don't like Snape any more?"
"Err wrong, try again." Ginny smiled. Too sweetly for Hermione's taste if you asked her.
"He kissed me and threatened that I shall be his"
"Wrong, now the truth Herms." Bloody wench, frigging typical when Hermione tells the truth they still don't believe her. Was it that hard to except that the most feared, hated potions master of Hogwarts actually kissed her. Er wait a second it was...great.
"That Ginny was the truth, now if you don't mind I have to go meet a certain tall, dark and highly annoying bat in his cave." Ha! That felt good! Must insult Snape as many times as possible. Hermione thought as she made her way out of the great hall.
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"Come in." Snape called from in side his office. Amazed and slightly worried about how Snape had made it down to his office before her being as she left the great hall first Hermione entered. But then again a bat-urm- wizard never reviles his secrets.
"Good evening Professor."
"Yes, good evening to you as well Miss Granger, would you take a seat." It was a command, which has to be a bad sign-omen whatever that ditz of a seer calls them. Hermione sat in the uncomfortable looking chair in front of his desk. He sat behind his desk. Great by the looks of it he wanted to intimidate her. Not looking good at all. "We need to talk."
Hermione thought about what he just said 'we need to talk', would that mean she would be able to have a say in what ever it was she was doomed too. Why say 'we' anyway? What's the point, it's kind of obvious that what they were going to do, why voice it out. Damn, stop frigging musing woman and pay attention to that dark man sitting in front of you. "What do we need to talk about Sir?"
"What happened last night was wrong of me to do. I regret what happened deeply and I would be forever grateful if you didn't tell anyone what happened. Not only for my own safety but also for your own." Snape said all that pretty fast for someone who didn't move his lips much.
"That's fine sir, I wasn't planning on telling anybody about it sir." Hermione answered with a small smile on her lips. Who would of thought that she would be having a conversation with her Potions master about her not going to kiss-and-tell or should it be be-kissed-and-grass-him-up?
"Thank you Miss Granger, now being as you're here would you like a cup of tea?" Snape just offered her tea! OK Hermione breathe and say 'yes'.
"Yes that would be lovely, thank you Professor." Hermione smiled at her potions professor. She was going to spend some time with Snape, maybe they could talk about potions or books or he could her some poems.
"And you can also tell me about this Gryffindor Stud bet your got going on." Snape smirked. Well Bugger her Nan, Hermione fell right into that one. Shit.
A/N woo another chapter is done! Now what will Hermione tell Snape? Will they admit their love for one another? Will she win the Gryffindor bet? And will any one eat the left over parrot-that-tastes-like-chicken-meat?
Disclaimer (just noticed I haven't done one yet for this story) don't own any thing so don't come suing me!
Chapter 9, (woo go me)
She wanted to call it off, my god did she want to call that stupid bet off. And she was, well not officially, she was going to lose any way so she was just going to simply stop trying to win. Let the lads win. That would mean breaking the pack with the girls though. She could send them an owl saying that she was doomed and never was going to lay the greasy git and so the pack was broken. It sounded like a good idea to her. With that thought Hermione crawled from underneath her bed, where she had taken to cry her heart out after the whole Snape going wacko ordeal, and went to her desk to write the letter.
Dear Girls,
It looks like; no it's a definite that I wont win that bloody Gryffindor bet. Snape knows about the bet and made it clear to me I shall not win. With this the pack will become void and you are all free to do what you wish. Your head girl H.G
Hermione multiplied the letter with a simple spell and got changed out of her dust-covered robes opting for a simple pair of jeans a white tank top. Once she had wiped the dust of her face and hands she made her way to the owerly.
As she walked across the common room she heard the boys up stairs in the boys dorm. She hadn't been able to finish the potion so they were going to have to suffer in the morning. She did feel kind of guilty about it though. She was not looking forward to explaining to them tomorrow why they haven't got their potion. What could she say? She could just see it now... 'Well...urm...yeah...about that hangover relief potion turns out when I went to sleep a...giant enchanted parrot snuck into my room and drank it all...but never fear because I killed the parrot and have very strong coffee already made for you...the reason why there isn't a big dead parrot in my room is because I had the house elf's cook it so I could eat it, why waste good meat huh? It tasted like chicken really...there's still some meat left if you want a parrot-that-tastes-like-chicken sandwich...urm...coffee any one?'
Would they believe it? They would if the was still drunk or they have had a similar experience with a large parrot before. Damn herself and her lack of being good at lying.
Hermione was surprised at how fast she could walk when she let her mind wonder, turns out she had made it near enough to the owerly already. One set of stairs and 2 corridors later she had reached her destination and as now try to tie the scrolls on the leg of several birds. Would the girl mind her sending them a letter at the beginning of dawn? Hope not.
Hermione quickly returned to her room and tired to get some sort of rest. She was happy to notice that when she walked back across the common room she could hear the many drunken snores of the boys. At least they would of slept of some of the alcohol. She was not looking forward to seeing them tomorrow.
~~~*~~~
She should of just stayed locked up in her room, less hassle that way. The breakfast was hell, lessons was uneventful which sucked and Snape had cornered her just, during dinner, requesting to see her in his office once she had finished, which sucks big ass. It didn't help that all the lads where ignoring her. Great it's going to be just like she feared, well expected. They were going to hold this over her head.
"Why did you call the packed off?" Ah the sweet voice of Ginny whispered to Hermione. This is also another part of her day which sucked ass, 'hmm gotta stop talking to dean, starting to pick up his sayings that's like the third time she had thought sucked/s ass in less than five minutes'. Oh right Ginny was still waiting her answer. Hmm what to say...
"I...er...I don't like Snape any more?"
"Err wrong, try again." Ginny smiled. Too sweetly for Hermione's taste if you asked her.
"He kissed me and threatened that I shall be his"
"Wrong, now the truth Herms." Bloody wench, frigging typical when Hermione tells the truth they still don't believe her. Was it that hard to except that the most feared, hated potions master of Hogwarts actually kissed her. Er wait a second it was...great.
"That Ginny was the truth, now if you don't mind I have to go meet a certain tall, dark and highly annoying bat in his cave." Ha! That felt good! Must insult Snape as many times as possible. Hermione thought as she made her way out of the great hall.
~~~*~~~
"Come in." Snape called from in side his office. Amazed and slightly worried about how Snape had made it down to his office before her being as she left the great hall first Hermione entered. But then again a bat-urm- wizard never reviles his secrets.
"Good evening Professor."
"Yes, good evening to you as well Miss Granger, would you take a seat." It was a command, which has to be a bad sign-omen whatever that ditz of a seer calls them. Hermione sat in the uncomfortable looking chair in front of his desk. He sat behind his desk. Great by the looks of it he wanted to intimidate her. Not looking good at all. "We need to talk."
Hermione thought about what he just said 'we need to talk', would that mean she would be able to have a say in what ever it was she was doomed too. Why say 'we' anyway? What's the point, it's kind of obvious that what they were going to do, why voice it out. Damn, stop frigging musing woman and pay attention to that dark man sitting in front of you. "What do we need to talk about Sir?"
"What happened last night was wrong of me to do. I regret what happened deeply and I would be forever grateful if you didn't tell anyone what happened. Not only for my own safety but also for your own." Snape said all that pretty fast for someone who didn't move his lips much.
"That's fine sir, I wasn't planning on telling anybody about it sir." Hermione answered with a small smile on her lips. Who would of thought that she would be having a conversation with her Potions master about her not going to kiss-and-tell or should it be be-kissed-and-grass-him-up?
"Thank you Miss Granger, now being as you're here would you like a cup of tea?" Snape just offered her tea! OK Hermione breathe and say 'yes'.
"Yes that would be lovely, thank you Professor." Hermione smiled at her potions professor. She was going to spend some time with Snape, maybe they could talk about potions or books or he could her some poems.
"And you can also tell me about this Gryffindor Stud bet your got going on." Snape smirked. Well Bugger her Nan, Hermione fell right into that one. Shit.
A/N woo another chapter is done! Now what will Hermione tell Snape? Will they admit their love for one another? Will she win the Gryffindor bet? And will any one eat the left over parrot-that-tastes-like-chicken-meat?