A/N: Hey all. Sorry for the very long wait, but I have been quite busy, etc, etc. I also have a month long Internet ban starting today, so technically I'm not supposed to be online. But my parents have gone to bed and what they don't know won't hurt them, eh? So I'll have hours to write, with no distractions, so hopefully I'll be able to update at a quicker pace. I guess it all depends on whether I can actually stay awake until after my 'rents have gone to bed. Um, this is just a little chapter about where Hermione disappeared to, and who took her. Most of you guessed who, so well done! I was trying to stick in loads of clues and I wasn't sure I'd done enough, but I have. So yay!

I saw the new HP movie yesterday morning and all I can say about it is … wow. Amazing film. If you haven't seen it yet, I suggest you get your butt down to your local cinema and watch it. Now! Well, not now. After you've reviewed this story … of course.

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When Hermione became aware of her senses, she only saw one thing. An extremely large pickle floating in some sort of weird purple goo. Now, this was pretty strange, she thought, until she looked next to that one and saw what looked like a boiled egg with brown tentacles, floating in a tall, thin jar, again filled with the same purple goo.

Racking her brain, she tried to remember where she had seen these things before, but nothing came to her. But she was certain she had seen them before. Oh it was all very confusing.

Putting that mystifying little thought out of her mind for the time being, she tried to figure out where she was. Sitting up from her slumped over position on a desk, she took a good look around. All she saw was many jars, filled with strange objects and multicoloured goop. 'Who would have a room like this?' she pondered, and carried on inspecting her surroundings. A bookshelf filled with potions books, a desk littered in rolls of parchment and bottles of blood red ink, a silver and green quill … oh it was obvious.

She was sitting in Professor Snape's Office.

Oh shit. What could she have possibly done wrong that would result in her getting sent to Snape's office? Then again … she didn't actually remember doing anything wrong in the first place. Nor the journey down here.

Trying to cast her mind back to what she had been doing before she came down here, she found that all she could remember was walking along the corridor to the library and … then nothing after that. So how did she get down to the dungeons then? Oh it was all very baffling.

Then the person who might have all the answers to her many questions came walking through the door.

"Ahh Miss Granger. Feeling better?" Snape asked, taking a seat opposite her and pulling a scroll towards him.

"Um … yes thank you. Professor Snape?" She questioned, now sitting in her usual straight backed, shoulders thrown back position.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" He replied, coldly, while opening a fresh bottle of scarlet ink.

"Uh, how did I get here? I mean, I don't remember walking anywhere near the dungeons, nor doing anything wrong which would result in my being sent down here." She rushed her words, curiosity taking over.

"You fainted, near the library and I had quite bad timing. I saw you fall to the floor and, as the hospital wing is closed due to Madam Pomphrey's unforeseen illness, I did what came to my mind first. And that was to bring you to my office where I could give you a potion to help you recover." He simply said, not even looking at her once.

"Oh. But … but I don't remember fainting. Or even feeling dizzy." She was confused again. He paused in his writing and finally looked up at her.

"Are you questioning me?" He asked frostily, staring her down.

"Of course not. Don't be so presumptuous. I was merely stating what I remember." She half snapped, half explained.

"Good, because a lady in your position does not have the authority to question what a teacher says." He went back to his marking.

"Excuse me?! A lady in my position? What position would that be then? And I believe I have every right to question what you say. I have the right to find out what happened to me, and as you were the one who brought me down here, you should be the one to answer me!" She hissed angrily, standing up and leaning across the desk so she was face to face with him.

"There are things out there – people put there, that would love nothing more than to get their hands on you. I suggest you be more careful when wondering around the school without a thought to your safety." Was all he said, however.

"Who could possibly want to hurt me? I haven't done anything to anyone! And I wasn't 'wondering around'. I was heading to the library … not that it's any of your business."

"I never said they would want to hurt you. You have become more … captivating, and I am sure you have noticed the drooling male part of this school looking at you. I personally think it's disgusting, but you no doubt love the attention. All women do. It's a flaw of theirs." He said offhandedly, not noticing the fact he had basically just admitted to her that he had noticed the change in her looks and all the boys salivating over her.

"How dare you presume I am like all the other little groupie sluts in this school! You do not know me, or how I am so you have no right to assume those things!" She said hotly, before turning on her heel and storming out of his office, slamming the dungeon door behind her.

Severus couldn't help but marvel at the way she left his room. Now that was an exit. But too late he realised that Draco could still be walking around the school, undetected. Fuck he screwed that one up. So with one last growl, he stood up and quickly followed the fuming girl, out of his office and up to the main part of the school.