He paused and turned on his heel to look back at her, she seemed rather floored by his blunt comment. After long moments of deliberation, it had seemed the best way. For Severus Snape, a man who lacked almost all tact, he realized that maybe it hadn't been after all. "Miss Granger, it's below freezing out here, either keep walking, or freeze yourself." He was right, and they both knew it. Standing was just inviting the chill to seep into her bones, and she quickly started walking, although he slowed his pace somewhat, allowed her to walk at a speed comfortable for her.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye for a long moment before she spoke. "What exactly is this proposition that you have for me Professor?" Her voice had taken on a cold tone, almost to match his. He had to give her credit; she knew how to fight fire with fire.
"You do remember Miss Granger-"
"Hermione." She interrupted him. "Call me Hermione, Miss Granger makes me feel as if I'm still in school." He smirked at the comment.
"Hermione," He stated instead, "You do remember, the group I mentioned I happened to be-aligned-with?" He questioned, and she nodded.
"What do you want with me Snape, get it out." He smirked at her impatience.
"We could use a former Head Girl within our ranks." He said, and he stopped outside of a rather nondescript building.
He stood with his back to the door, and casually leaned against it, feeling the cold wood give slightly. He kept his eyes on her; this wasn't the safest area for anyone, much less a young attractive woman like the one that stood before him. Attractive, where had that word come from? He questioned himself, but at the same time, he let his eyes wander across her body, taking in the changes that had occurred from the last time he had seen her seven years ago.
She looked very similar to his memory of her. Her chestnut hair was still a bushy mess, although it seemed somewhat tamer now, slightly straighter, and not quite as snarled. Then again, she had probably brushed it before she had left her flat. She was still a scrawny thing; she had always been slender, although now she seemed more rounded. Her front teeth were still on the large side, despite the efforts that he had noted over her time in school to shrink them.
She was dressed in a pair of tight grey pants, and a black v-neck sweater that seemed to accentuate what little curves she had. He knew better than to let his eyes linger on the curves, however. The proposition he had made to her, while it was indecent, was not the type of indecent proposition he was going to make if he didn't force his eyes lower. She was wearing a pair of sandals, and somehow managed to make them look good on her in the start of winter. His eyes snapped back to her brown eyes as she spoke.
"I've seen the attics that you and your "ranks" as you chose to call them, use." But yet, he heard it in her voice, the hesitation. She was curious; she wanted to know what could happen. He knew curiosity was her weakness, and he played that card against her. He knew that the other members of the group had a habit of showing their colors as former Deatheaters by torturing innocent muggles, he also knew that the larger group of them just wanted peace with the muggle world, no matter what it took to get that peace. Even if it took violence, even if it took death to get that peace.
"Miss Granger-"he started, purposely ignoring her command earlier to call her by her given name, "Behind me is a door. I'm giving you a choice right now. You can come with me and help to restart the wizarding world, or you can turn and walk away, and forget that I even existed. I can tell you know that beyond this door lies things that I doubt you wish to experience in your life, many things which you had the unfortunate circumstance to have already encountered. I cannot force you through this door, however, I will say that you were one of the more promising students to come out of Hogwarts, and it would be a waste of pure talent to walk away and keep living as a muggle." He paused, contemplating whether or not to drive in the final point, to add in the straw to break the camels back. Noting her ambiguous expression, he chose to add in the final point. "This is your chance to make sure that your friends didn't die in vain. This is your chance to avenge what happened to your friends the Weasleys."
The last sentence was spoken in a hiss, and he watched as she blanched, before she thought over his last statement. Finally, she straightened, and walked towards him, until they were nearly nose-to-nose. "Is this what you want?" He questioned, stepping away from the door. He watched as she opened it and stepped inside, answering her question with her action rather than her words. As he followed her, he just hoped she knew what she was getting herself into.
END OF CHAPTER 6
A/N: So what exactly is Granger getting herself into? You'll find out soon. wink thanks again to my reviewers. If you notice any mistakes, how about offering to be my beta reader? Open offer, more for plot gaps than anything, those are my real weakness. Or just leave the comments in your reviews, I just changed the fact that Snape would be 20 years her senior, and that drinks in London aren't cheap. I also would like to take this moment to apologize for the short chapters, but i do like switching between whose thought's i'm following, and as i said, BREAK looks ugly in a fic. So rather than having a few long chapters, you'll have lots of short chapters. it also means i do one a day rather than one every few days, so works out better for the readers.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye for a long moment before she spoke. "What exactly is this proposition that you have for me Professor?" Her voice had taken on a cold tone, almost to match his. He had to give her credit; she knew how to fight fire with fire.
"You do remember Miss Granger-"
"Hermione." She interrupted him. "Call me Hermione, Miss Granger makes me feel as if I'm still in school." He smirked at the comment.
"Hermione," He stated instead, "You do remember, the group I mentioned I happened to be-aligned-with?" He questioned, and she nodded.
"What do you want with me Snape, get it out." He smirked at her impatience.
"We could use a former Head Girl within our ranks." He said, and he stopped outside of a rather nondescript building.
He stood with his back to the door, and casually leaned against it, feeling the cold wood give slightly. He kept his eyes on her; this wasn't the safest area for anyone, much less a young attractive woman like the one that stood before him. Attractive, where had that word come from? He questioned himself, but at the same time, he let his eyes wander across her body, taking in the changes that had occurred from the last time he had seen her seven years ago.
She looked very similar to his memory of her. Her chestnut hair was still a bushy mess, although it seemed somewhat tamer now, slightly straighter, and not quite as snarled. Then again, she had probably brushed it before she had left her flat. She was still a scrawny thing; she had always been slender, although now she seemed more rounded. Her front teeth were still on the large side, despite the efforts that he had noted over her time in school to shrink them.
She was dressed in a pair of tight grey pants, and a black v-neck sweater that seemed to accentuate what little curves she had. He knew better than to let his eyes linger on the curves, however. The proposition he had made to her, while it was indecent, was not the type of indecent proposition he was going to make if he didn't force his eyes lower. She was wearing a pair of sandals, and somehow managed to make them look good on her in the start of winter. His eyes snapped back to her brown eyes as she spoke.
"I've seen the attics that you and your "ranks" as you chose to call them, use." But yet, he heard it in her voice, the hesitation. She was curious; she wanted to know what could happen. He knew curiosity was her weakness, and he played that card against her. He knew that the other members of the group had a habit of showing their colors as former Deatheaters by torturing innocent muggles, he also knew that the larger group of them just wanted peace with the muggle world, no matter what it took to get that peace. Even if it took violence, even if it took death to get that peace.
"Miss Granger-"he started, purposely ignoring her command earlier to call her by her given name, "Behind me is a door. I'm giving you a choice right now. You can come with me and help to restart the wizarding world, or you can turn and walk away, and forget that I even existed. I can tell you know that beyond this door lies things that I doubt you wish to experience in your life, many things which you had the unfortunate circumstance to have already encountered. I cannot force you through this door, however, I will say that you were one of the more promising students to come out of Hogwarts, and it would be a waste of pure talent to walk away and keep living as a muggle." He paused, contemplating whether or not to drive in the final point, to add in the straw to break the camels back. Noting her ambiguous expression, he chose to add in the final point. "This is your chance to make sure that your friends didn't die in vain. This is your chance to avenge what happened to your friends the Weasleys."
The last sentence was spoken in a hiss, and he watched as she blanched, before she thought over his last statement. Finally, she straightened, and walked towards him, until they were nearly nose-to-nose. "Is this what you want?" He questioned, stepping away from the door. He watched as she opened it and stepped inside, answering her question with her action rather than her words. As he followed her, he just hoped she knew what she was getting herself into.
END OF CHAPTER 6
A/N: So what exactly is Granger getting herself into? You'll find out soon. wink thanks again to my reviewers. If you notice any mistakes, how about offering to be my beta reader? Open offer, more for plot gaps than anything, those are my real weakness. Or just leave the comments in your reviews, I just changed the fact that Snape would be 20 years her senior, and that drinks in London aren't cheap. I also would like to take this moment to apologize for the short chapters, but i do like switching between whose thought's i'm following, and as i said, BREAK looks ugly in a fic. So rather than having a few long chapters, you'll have lots of short chapters. it also means i do one a day rather than one every few days, so works out better for the readers.