Summary: The Professors voted for Snape to do something against his will. Shopping. He is made to shop for each and everyone of the Professors. So when one of them has something odd on the list, what will he do? And what do Harry, Ron, Hermione, and lingerie have to do with it? What is the outcome?
MO/N: It's so natural, It belongs to YOU, I belong to ME.
Chapter Eight: Wands and Presents
"The Weasley broom flyers are back!" McGonagall called from down the corridor. Dumbledore walked quickly to the entrance hall.
"Nothin' Pr-Pr-Profe-Professor!" Bill stuttered. The four of them were almost frozen.
"You didn't need to stay out all night…" McGonagall said.
"Where's Ginny? She's n-no-not out th-there is s-she?" Charlie asked.
"She's with Sirius and Fang in the Gryffindor common room." Dumbledore said. The four nodded, well… I guess you couldn't tell… They were already shaking. McGonagall sent them to the common room, and turned to Dumbledore.
"Percy is going over the Hogwarts blueprints with Madame Pince, and Mr. Filch." She said to him. Dumbledore rubbed his temples.
"PROFESSOR I FOUND THEM!"
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"I found them! I found them!" Ron yelled.
He had been shouting this for five minutes. No one would check on him. Finally Harry came in.
"What did you find Ron?"
"Our wands!" He held up Emily's, Hermione's, his, and Harry's wands. "They were stuck underneath the table with batter!"
Harry stood there…stupefied…not the spell…but in general. "You did?"
"A huh. I did."
Harry concluded that Ron was still a bit messed up from the fall yesterday. Ron was lying underneath the table, staring at it.
"Ron, why don't you come out from under there?" Harry asked.
"Okay!"
He got off the floor and stood up. Hermione just walked into the room. "Where's my lover…There you are!" He ran to Hermione and gave her a hug. Harry was laughing uncontrollably behind Ron. Emily and Snape were watching from the doorway.
Hermione stood stock still, as he rocked her back and forth. He had a huge, enormous, smile on his face. "Err…Ron?"
"Yes Mione?"
After a second, Ron backed, his hands in the air in a stop type thing. "Whoa. Too close…too close."
It was awkwardly awkward as Hermione and Ron stared at each other. Harry, Emily, and Snape…Snape were laughing.
Ron's mouth was agape. "What did I say?"
"Err…too close?" Hermione said, blushing uncontrollably.
"No…before that." Ron said.
"Hahaha…hahaha…you said….hahaha, 'Where's my lover?' Then, 'There you are!' hahaha." Harry gasped out. He continued to laugh after he said it.
Ron took another step back. "No I didn't."
"Yes you did!" Emily, Snape, and Harry shouted.
"No!" Ron shouted back.
Hermione was just standing there. She never thought the redness would leave her face. "How about we…conjure…up presents! For tomorrow? Since…we can't get out!" Hermione said, clapping her hands once. She quickly snatched her wand out of Ron's grip, and ran away, slamming the bathroom door.
"Awkward." Snape commented.
"Shut up!" Ron said, glaring at Snape the best he could. He wasn't bad. Ron left, with his wand. He threw the rest of them on the floor. He went to the living room. He slammed the door, and at the same time, you could hear, "Silencio!" from the bathroom and the living room.
"We're cruel." Harry said, looking through the kitchen door, and into the hallway.
"Well…how about we conjure up presents? Severus, you can borrow my wand when I'm done." Emily said.
Harry walked past Snape, after getting his wand, and he went into the guy's room. Emily picked up her wand and went into her bedroom. Snape muttered, "I'll stay in the kitchen."
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McGonagall turned, thinking he was shouting about the missing. "Professor Dumbledore! I found the Lemon Drops!"
"Why thank you Dean!" Dumbledore said, taking the bag. He offered Dean some, and Dean took a handful. It was a very large bag.
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"George! George, what is that?" Fred yelled.
George, Fred, and Bill were flying again. It was just to take a load off.
"I don't know! Let me land!" George yelled.
George landed in the snow, Bill and Fred right behind him. "Dear…Merlin. It's a wand."
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"You called me from my shop for what?"
Dumbledore flooed Olivander from his shop in Diagon Alley. "We want you to identify a wand for us." Dumbledore said.
Olivander gently took the wand from Dumbledore's hand. He examined it closely. "Wow, I haven't seen this wand in 26 years."
"You know who's it is?"
"Are you doubting my capability of remembering? Of course I know who's it is. Even if it is as badly damaged as it is now. Severus Snape must be looking for this now. A wizard cannot live without his wand for long periods of time."
Dumbledore, and everyone else gasped. (McGonagall, Twins, Bill, Remus, Sirius, Molly, Rosmerta, Tonks.) "Would you be able to see what spell was used last?" Dumbledore asked.
"Of course! Someone hold the end of Severus's wand up."
"What end?" Tonks asked.
"Any end!" Olivander said.
Tonks picked up, what she hoped was the end of the wand. Olivander held the wand up and whispered, "Prior Incantato!"
A red jet of light erupted from the end of Snape's wand, and hit Sirius. He was stunned. Then in a misty type of writing, it said, "Stupefy".
"Deletrius!" Olivander whispered.
Sirius jumped into the air. "That, was freaky."
"Well, now you know the last spell." Olivander said, in his creepy, "I'm a Seer" voice.
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Everyone has finished doing there conjuring up for Christmas except…Snape. He was having trouble. He locked the kitchen door, and silenced the room.
Everyone else was searching for Newspaper to wrap presents, because Snape was getting impatient and wanted a wand.
Snape's POV
All right, all right. This isn't going to be hard…no it isn't. Who is first? Granger! I know the book for her. "Time after Time" A wonderful book. Very touching in the end, but nonetheless…very good. I'll just conjure that up…right now.
Okay, Granger is done. Who is next? Emily…All the females first…what shall I do? What does she want? Something special? Something…pretty? I hate that word. Pretty should be wiped off this planet. How about…I practice my…knitting skills. I haven't knitted since…ever. Maybe Mum knew I needed these skills…when I am almost forty…I'm old…
Hours Later…
My hands hurt. But it's done. It's actually a nice blanket. Blue and green. I like it. It has just the right amount of femininity and yet…it doesn't. Blue and green stripes going diagonal. I hope she likes it. It was hard to make…especially doing it half muggle ways and half…not.
Weasley. I truly don't know what to do. He doesn't pay attention in classes…getting something that will remind him of Granger would be funny…but this Christmas…he is horrible in classes…good in chess…Chess! He has a crappy chessboard. I've seen him play it many a time.
What type of board? Glass? No…He will break it…even though he could fix it with magic…I don't ever want to see it break. Metal? That's dangerous. I heard he had a temper. Silver…Gold…Silver and gold. Slytherin and Gryffindor's unite!
Never about that. Gold and silver chess pieces…with a gold and silver board.
Potter. What can I get him? I've hated him since day one. He almost fails my class…but…I shall make a book…"Quick and Humorous ways To Pass Potions" By Severus Snape. I can be humorous? I doubt it, but oh well…
Out of Snape's POV
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"Do you think Severus could have gotten into a fight? And lost his wand?" McGonagall asked.
"Protecting the younger ones?" Sirius asked.
"He tried to save their lives? And they're gone!" Fred and George exclaimed.
Molly hits her sons over the head. "They are not dead! When they are…they will be. And tomorrow is the last day…"
Molly started to cry. Everyone glared at Fred and George, until they were out of the room.
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Fred and George traveled around the castle. They were whispering until Percy stopped them. "Just the people I was looking for. I found 37 passage ways, and whatnot. We, as in me and Mr. Filch, need your help."
Fred and George exchanged wild glances. "37? We knew only of four."
"Well, learn some more. I made maps, and I need help checking them all and finding out where they lead." Percy said.
"May we see the map?" Fred asked.
Percy handed them a map. "I've charmed it so when you find one and cross it off, it'll do it to the rest of the maps."
George nodded his head. He took a quill from Percy and started crossing some off. "This one has caved in…. This one is in the Huneydukes Cellar…This leads nowhere…and this one is in the Shrieking Shack." George said, crossing some of the places off.
"All right…that narrows those down to 33. How come not the one that is in Huneydukes?"
"Because, Hermione is with them. They would have been back by now." Fred said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh." Percy said. "Okay then."
Fred and George set off in one direction, Percy in the other.
BB/N: Snape's POV…very interesting…I guess…and poor Ron…poor, poor, Ron.
MO/N: I love liked the way Hermione reacted, when she found out Ron was her lover.