A/N: Hey, thanks to all my reviewers! To the person who said this chapter seemed more based on the movie: I had just got back from watching the third Harry Potter movie, so my view on things was slightly skewed. I'm gong to re-read the books and get my mind back onto that way of thinking, but for now, you'll have to put up with my movie-based writing. Sorry. Thank you for telling me though. It was much appreciated. Thank you to all my other reviewers, especially Mortal-Elf, who reviews nearly every single thing I write. You rock!
Now, my grounded ban thing doesn't finish for another … 8 days (Well, 8 days from the time that I'm writing this), but I've managed to sneak on and update this thing, and my PD fic, so read and knock yourselves out. I haven't managed to write much, as I'm decorating my bedroom at the moment (China blue and cream, it's all really nice so far) but I'll have time this week so hopefully I'll be able to get a good chunk of this fic written up.
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Luckily, Severus was a Professor at the school, and therefore knew his way around better than most. The fact he had wondered the school on one of his many sleepless nights looking for young students out of bed, or Mrs Norris to terrorise, worked well in his favour too. For within five minutes, he had found the enraged girl storming up to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, where he presumed those insolent little twits she called friends, Mr Potter and Mr Weasley, were waiting for her.
He was mistaken though, as when he reached the classroom she had disappeared in to, who should he see, but a certain Mr Draco Malfoy, waiting in the darkness outside the room.
"Good day, Mr Malfoy." He muttered behind the boy, and was pleased to see him jump slightly before regaining his usual icy cool composure.
"Why hello, godfather. How nice to see you." Draco said in reply, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Severus leaned against the wall and folded his arms.
"Do I honestly have to remind you of the small fact that I am now Head Boy, and have a … duty to this school?"
"A duty? And what, pray tell, is this 'duty' you apparently think you have to serve towards this school?"
"Why, the duty of catching students out of bed, which is exactly what I'm doing now." He said with a smirk, whilst turning back towards the open door and slinking further into the shadows.
Scowling, he reached forward and grabbed the insolent young man by the ear and pulled him away from the door, and further down the corridor.
"Listen to me, Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger is not a good target for you to be pursuing. She is more powerful then I think you realise. As you are my … godson," He said this with hidden disgust "I feel I should warn you of this. We do not want you getting … hurt, by a girl do we? What would that do for your uh … reputation?"
"I appreciate your obvious concern, but she is a mudblood, and no way will she be able to beat me in any way, shape or form."
Seething at the insolence portrayed by the younger man, he bit his tongue and counted to ten, before spitting out "Ten points from Slytherin for lack of respect when taking to a member of staff."
Drawing up to his full height, he towered over the blonde boy and shot him a look so filled with menace that any sensible person would have run the other way. Draco took the hint and turned on his heel, muttering a quick
"Ok, ok, I'm going." Before strolling along the corridor to wait for his prey in the Head Boy and Girls' common room.
Stepping forward, Severus was able to see the flustered Head Girl, pacing up and down the room, only stopping every now and then to look out of the window towards the Quiddich Pitch. He paused for a minute, to wonder at what she was waiting for, before the sound of footsteps was heard. Slinking further into the shadows, Severus Snape watched and waited.
As she looked towards the window for what seemed like the 50th time in ten minutes, she heard faint footsteps coming her way. Spinning around to face the door, she held her ground, not sure if the person was someone she would particularly want to meet at that moment. Peeping out of the room, she failed to see the Potions Master lurking in the shadows. But she did see a certain scruffy haired boy with startling green eyes walking towards her.
"Harry!" She yelled. Severus closed his eyes and breathed deeply – She was so close to him now, waving her arms around and yelling down the corridor. The familiar urge to take off house points came over him, but he bit his tongue.
If she knew he was here, she would most probably hit him. 'It's not like she wouldn't do it' he reminded himself, recalling the blow she delivered to Draco some 4 years previous. He remembered that day quite clearly. Malfoy came rushing down to the dungeons and demanded he brew a potion that would paralyse her from the neck down because she'd marred his perfect face. Oh how things changed. Hormones were dangerous – he should know that.
The boy looked around when he heard the yell and, spotting the girl hopping up and down, broke out into a huge grin.
"Hermione! Where have you been, young lady? We've been worried sick." He launched into a tirade, not realising how much like Aunt Petunia he sounded at that moment.
"Harry. Harry? HARRY! Listen! I'm fine! I just got uh … lost. That is it! I'm here now, aren't I? I'm not hurt? Just gimme a hug." She had to yell over his mothering and fussing. Severus shot daggers at the boy as he enveloped Hermione in a bone crushing hug.
"You got lost? Seven years at this school and you got lost?! Likely story. What happened?" He asked.
Professor Snape held his breath. If she told Potter that she'd been in his office for the past few hours, he would be in huge trouble. Not only with this godson, but with the Headmaster too. Oh god, he was dead.