A/N: I apologize for the wait. I've been busy and it took me awhile to
actually find time to edit this part. Anyway, enjoy and please tell me
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Part 4
"What do you mean you can't leave," Snape asked darkly, narrowing his gaze at the young women standing in front of him.
Hermione was only mildly intimidated by Snape at this point. After seven years of dealing with his "superiority complex" as she referred to it, she was quite familiar with his mannerisms. Intimidation may work on the first years, and even the third year students, but seventh year students who actually took Potions were doing so of their own volition. Other than Neville Longbottom, they were amused by Snape's moods. That, however, could not be said when one was alone with the Potions Master face to face as Hermione had just found out.
Snape quickly began thinking. He could see the door. But could she have done something to prevent anyone from going in or out? Of course she could. She was Hermione Granger. He turned his gaze upon her and then asked in a low voice, more harshly then he intended, "Miss Granger, what have you done?"
Hermione flinched at his tone. The look in his eyes betrayed nothing, so she did not know his tone was not intended. Tentatively, she told him. "I placed a curse on the room. I was angry and I wasn't t thinking," she started rambling nervously.
"This is very important, Miss Granger. What curse did you use?" He wanted to slap some sense into the girl. How could she be so stupid when she was so intelligent?
Looking quite ashamed of herself, Hermione knew what she had done. The particular curse she used required them to admit their deepest, most intimate secret. At the time, she had thought it was a good idea, but now, it seemed awful. Professor Snape was looking at her with contempt, and, she thought, hatred. "We need to tell each other the most sacred secret we hold," she finally said, reluctantly.
For the first time in his life, Severus Snape was gripped with complete and total fear. Damn the girl for forcing him to tell her what he could not yet admit to himself! He was aware of the curse, but had not heard of it being used in recent times. As such, there was no known (at least to him) way of getting out without telling her what he did not wish to tell her, or anyone for that matter. He turned away from her and paced to the other side of the room, contemplating.
"Professor Snape, are you all right?" She had been watching for his reaction. He had suddenly become very pale, almost ghost-like since he was normally pale. And the look on his face was almost too much for her. He looked terrified. She could not recall a time when he had openly shown his emotions to a student.
Hermione couldn't believe what she'd done. She felt guilty. The one man she believed unbreakable seemed completely defeated by her. Even though he was standing, he was not very impressive. Snape's demeanor seemed to have shrunk, which, in itself, was bizarre. He was always so proud! She couldn't live with herself if she brought on the ruin of Severus Snape. He deserved a hero's ending, not this. Not this way. It was almost a betrayal to herself.
"Damn," she muttered to herself, as she plopped into a chair. It could be quite some time before they were able to leave.
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Harry, Ron, and Draco had given up on the wall. Dumbledore's advice, if you could call it that, was to let things happen on their own. Dinner was being served, and they had gotten hungry not having eaten since breakfast. Ron was complaining of stomach pain, so Harry dragged him to the Great Hall. Dumbledore saw the three coming and was glad to see them being civilized. He could not remember the last time that happened. Of course, he could not remember that ever happening. "Gentlemen," he called, "glad you could join us. I trust nothing has changed since I left."
"Unfortunately, no," replied Harry politely. "Um, Professor Dumbledore, you don't suppose you could tell us what happened?"
"That is mostly speculation, but I will give you my best guess. I surmise that Miss Granger went to speak with Professor Snape about her marks. She probably cursed the room, and until they do what ever needs to be done, they will be stuck there."
"Hermione's lost it, wanting to be in a room with Snape that long," sighed Ron grumpily. Draco was noticeably offended by the comment. "Glad it's not me," Ron continued, cheering up as he spied dinner.
"I trust they will sort out the matter. They're both quite brilliant. But don't worry, Mr.. Weasley. Hermione and Severus will be just fine. Enjoy your dinner. The lamb is quite excellent," said the headmaster licking his fingers.
Draco moodily sat with the other Slytherins, mad that Snape could have fallen for Hermione's trick. Harry and Ron sat at their table. Harry could tell Ron was still angry with Hermione, but he knew better. Harry had a feeling that once she was done with Snape, there would not be much to worry about. "Hermione, you better be right," he said to himself. Ron was busily chomping on his food so he did not hear Harry. 'You're in for a bit of a surprise though, Ron,' he added in thought glancing at the red head happily inhaling his dinner.
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Part 4
"What do you mean you can't leave," Snape asked darkly, narrowing his gaze at the young women standing in front of him.
Hermione was only mildly intimidated by Snape at this point. After seven years of dealing with his "superiority complex" as she referred to it, she was quite familiar with his mannerisms. Intimidation may work on the first years, and even the third year students, but seventh year students who actually took Potions were doing so of their own volition. Other than Neville Longbottom, they were amused by Snape's moods. That, however, could not be said when one was alone with the Potions Master face to face as Hermione had just found out.
Snape quickly began thinking. He could see the door. But could she have done something to prevent anyone from going in or out? Of course she could. She was Hermione Granger. He turned his gaze upon her and then asked in a low voice, more harshly then he intended, "Miss Granger, what have you done?"
Hermione flinched at his tone. The look in his eyes betrayed nothing, so she did not know his tone was not intended. Tentatively, she told him. "I placed a curse on the room. I was angry and I wasn't t thinking," she started rambling nervously.
"This is very important, Miss Granger. What curse did you use?" He wanted to slap some sense into the girl. How could she be so stupid when she was so intelligent?
Looking quite ashamed of herself, Hermione knew what she had done. The particular curse she used required them to admit their deepest, most intimate secret. At the time, she had thought it was a good idea, but now, it seemed awful. Professor Snape was looking at her with contempt, and, she thought, hatred. "We need to tell each other the most sacred secret we hold," she finally said, reluctantly.
For the first time in his life, Severus Snape was gripped with complete and total fear. Damn the girl for forcing him to tell her what he could not yet admit to himself! He was aware of the curse, but had not heard of it being used in recent times. As such, there was no known (at least to him) way of getting out without telling her what he did not wish to tell her, or anyone for that matter. He turned away from her and paced to the other side of the room, contemplating.
"Professor Snape, are you all right?" She had been watching for his reaction. He had suddenly become very pale, almost ghost-like since he was normally pale. And the look on his face was almost too much for her. He looked terrified. She could not recall a time when he had openly shown his emotions to a student.
Hermione couldn't believe what she'd done. She felt guilty. The one man she believed unbreakable seemed completely defeated by her. Even though he was standing, he was not very impressive. Snape's demeanor seemed to have shrunk, which, in itself, was bizarre. He was always so proud! She couldn't live with herself if she brought on the ruin of Severus Snape. He deserved a hero's ending, not this. Not this way. It was almost a betrayal to herself.
"Damn," she muttered to herself, as she plopped into a chair. It could be quite some time before they were able to leave.
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Harry, Ron, and Draco had given up on the wall. Dumbledore's advice, if you could call it that, was to let things happen on their own. Dinner was being served, and they had gotten hungry not having eaten since breakfast. Ron was complaining of stomach pain, so Harry dragged him to the Great Hall. Dumbledore saw the three coming and was glad to see them being civilized. He could not remember the last time that happened. Of course, he could not remember that ever happening. "Gentlemen," he called, "glad you could join us. I trust nothing has changed since I left."
"Unfortunately, no," replied Harry politely. "Um, Professor Dumbledore, you don't suppose you could tell us what happened?"
"That is mostly speculation, but I will give you my best guess. I surmise that Miss Granger went to speak with Professor Snape about her marks. She probably cursed the room, and until they do what ever needs to be done, they will be stuck there."
"Hermione's lost it, wanting to be in a room with Snape that long," sighed Ron grumpily. Draco was noticeably offended by the comment. "Glad it's not me," Ron continued, cheering up as he spied dinner.
"I trust they will sort out the matter. They're both quite brilliant. But don't worry, Mr.. Weasley. Hermione and Severus will be just fine. Enjoy your dinner. The lamb is quite excellent," said the headmaster licking his fingers.
Draco moodily sat with the other Slytherins, mad that Snape could have fallen for Hermione's trick. Harry and Ron sat at their table. Harry could tell Ron was still angry with Hermione, but he knew better. Harry had a feeling that once she was done with Snape, there would not be much to worry about. "Hermione, you better be right," he said to himself. Ron was busily chomping on his food so he did not hear Harry. 'You're in for a bit of a surprise though, Ron,' he added in thought glancing at the red head happily inhaling his dinner.
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