Chapter 16: A Spy's life
Professor Flitwick gazed wide eyed at his Slytherin colleague. " I see," he gulped noticeably, "So you going to force information out of me?"
"If I need to." Severus agreed, "Now, how should I handle this situation?"
"What situation Severus?"
"The one we are currently in, I could ask you say, why you wanted to give Ms. Granger Varitiserum, and exactly what you got out of it, but then again, that lacks tact."
"No pain," the small man muttered, scared.
"Short, tell me what Ms. Granger told you." He demanded.
"She- she said she was scared." Flitwick stammered.
Severus sighed largely and looked the charms master in the eyes, "What did Ms. Granger just tell you while under Varitiserum?"
Flitwick swallowed again, before his mouth was forced open, and the words fell from it like a water fall.
Snape listened contently as the events were given to him.
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"Hermione?" Harry repeated, Ron looked up from the couch, and practically flew over to her.
"What's wrong?" He asked, hand on her shoulders forcing her to look through his mess of red hair into his brown eyes.
"It's nothing Ron," she looked at Harry, "Harry, I just need to get some rest." She ducked under her friends arms and made her way to her dorm.
"Hermione!" Harry called up after her.
She turned as asked simply, "what?"
"Your detention is rescheduled for five tomorrow, Snape said." She nodded and went into her room.
She plopped onto the bed, of course it was rescheduled. Snape couldn't lose a minute between now and new years .
She had to be able to play the part of anyone by then.
She didn't know why she bothered.
Munin flew in and perched on her head board. "Why do I even try, I can't be a spy." She sighed.
"I trust you can be one if you take the time to think straight."
Hermione spun around fast, eyes wide.
Professor Snape was standing on the other side of her bed, the raven gone.
"You?"
He nodded, "yes, I am an animagis, Ms. Granger, I'm a raven." He sat on Lavenders bed, Hermione crawled to the center of her bed so that she could face him.
"I'm horrible professor, I can't even dance!" hot tears of frustration touched her cold cheeks, making them red.
Snape sighed, and went over to her side. He forced her to look at him, "Hermione for Merlin's sake get a hold of yourself." Her tears stopped as she looked at him oddly.
"A spy's life isn't a piece of cake. The thrill of its ride is only gained once the work is done, perfection above all else is needed. It's a thankless job where you get little to no praise for your tact. Its hard, I expect you to treat it as much."
She was still looking in his eyes strangely when he stood up, "Wipe your tears, You did not fail, fall down seven times stand up eight, and never look back. I'll see you tomorrow at five."
He shifted into Raven form and flew off.
"He called me..Hermione." she said to no one.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ron and Harry were walking out of the portrait and heard talking, "I swear they are BOTH useless Lavender!" the fat lady shouted at her friend.
"Time dear, you can't force them." She said soothingly.
Ron and Harry exchanged looks then turned to the portrait, "Who are you two talking about?" Ron asked. Both ladies faced him.
"No one." The fat lady answered.
"Honestly!" Lavender chided, "Hermione and Professor Snape, Dears." He told them both.
"Now you've done it." Their guardian muttered.
"Well, they were bound to find out eventually!" Lavender countered.
"What about Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Well you see," Lavender turned to the boys, "Madame Chamomile, the lady in the portrait in the hospital wing?" Harry nodded, knowing who she was talking about, "Well, the night before you both returned, she woke up to see Snape carrying Hermione in his arms straight to the bed below her. He didn't leave her side until bed hour. According to Cam he spent most of the time petting her hair." She giggled, "Seems someone got his attention at last."
Ron raised an eye brow, "So you both, as well as most of the portraits in the school, think there is something going on between them as well?"
"Now dears," the fat lady spoke up "You mustn't, Wait. Did you say 'as well'?"
"Yes," they both said.
"Hermione and Snape seem close," Harry explained, "Ron and I have thought for a while now that were was something up."
"No, we've thought for a while now that they fancy each other." Ron edited.
"Well then!" Lavender smiled, "You want to get in on the plan?"
*~*~*~*~**~*~*~
Hermione managed her way to Snape's classroom by five. She was still tired from the night before, since her mind refused to let her sleep.
Yawning, she knocked on the door.
"Enter." His usual voice sounded form within.
Smiling slighting, she gave herself a 'you go girl' pep-talk before entering the class room.
"Prompt I see." He commented lightly from his desk, "I just finished a rather complicated potion, Ms. Granger, see to it that this room is spotless before I'm done writing up this analysis. Mind you, I don't need the sounds associated with cleaning distracting me, get started so that by the time it's eight, we can get some more practice in." he went back to work.
Hermione was no idiot. He was testing her, she was sure of it.
So, using all of her techniques, she cleaned.
She was so into the work that by the time he was done, she was still cleaning. Smirking an idea formed in his head.
"You missed a spot Ms. Granger." He announced, standing directly behind her.
Startled, the mop she had been using went straight up into his face.
"Oh my! Sorry Professor!" she retracted the broom.
"Quite alright," he muttered, whipping his wand out cleaning his face. "First I never told you by hand, you silly girl, second you have to be more aware of your surroundings, I've been done for minutes now!"
Hermione's head dropped as she found a new interest in her laced shoes.
He chuckled, bringing her head to face his, "But you did a miraculous job cleaning muggle like that quiet."
She blushed, "Thank you sir."
"I must remember to give you encouragement, after all a second pair of eyes never hurt, and you seem to get discouraged easily."
She blushed, "I'm sorry sir."
"No need, now about your dancing, the more to the book it is Ms, Granger, the worse it becomes. Dance is meant to be a free movement that follows a structure to that many can dance at once, understood."
"Yes,"
"Then lets being, the Witches waltz." He held out his arms, as he bowed, Hermione curtseyed in turn. "If it helps you may recite all the fact you know about the dance as long as you forget your feet." He said taking her hands.
They begun to dance.
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Dumbledore stood the morning of the 24th, Minerva clanking a glass to gather the rooms attention.
"This Christmas, I decided to hold a small party for all of those here at the school, rather simple, ball dress, muggle, just a holiday thing." He announced, chattering grew, "Everyone meet here at 9:00 pm tonight and it will last until midnight, where we shall all go to bed and await the presents that greet us every Christmas."
The noise got louder.
Albus took his seat and leaned over to his left where Severus sat, "I'm sure you can use this as a form of dress rehearsal." He said quietly, "Never mind the detention."
Severus nodded slightly, trying not to draw attention to them.
Meanwhile Harry Ron and Hermione were discussing the ball as well. Just the usual, what your wearing, what you think the hall will look like, if your to come with dates.
In their minds, Ron and Harry had similar thoughts:
"All is going to plan."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*
AN:
I'm cruel, I know. ^_^.
Sorry for such long time between updates.
If you have troubles waiting for my next update you may read my original at
It's the only one there.
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Professor Flitwick gazed wide eyed at his Slytherin colleague. " I see," he gulped noticeably, "So you going to force information out of me?"
"If I need to." Severus agreed, "Now, how should I handle this situation?"
"What situation Severus?"
"The one we are currently in, I could ask you say, why you wanted to give Ms. Granger Varitiserum, and exactly what you got out of it, but then again, that lacks tact."
"No pain," the small man muttered, scared.
"Short, tell me what Ms. Granger told you." He demanded.
"She- she said she was scared." Flitwick stammered.
Severus sighed largely and looked the charms master in the eyes, "What did Ms. Granger just tell you while under Varitiserum?"
Flitwick swallowed again, before his mouth was forced open, and the words fell from it like a water fall.
Snape listened contently as the events were given to him.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione?" Harry repeated, Ron looked up from the couch, and practically flew over to her.
"What's wrong?" He asked, hand on her shoulders forcing her to look through his mess of red hair into his brown eyes.
"It's nothing Ron," she looked at Harry, "Harry, I just need to get some rest." She ducked under her friends arms and made her way to her dorm.
"Hermione!" Harry called up after her.
She turned as asked simply, "what?"
"Your detention is rescheduled for five tomorrow, Snape said." She nodded and went into her room.
She plopped onto the bed, of course it was rescheduled. Snape couldn't lose a minute between now and new years .
She had to be able to play the part of anyone by then.
She didn't know why she bothered.
Munin flew in and perched on her head board. "Why do I even try, I can't be a spy." She sighed.
"I trust you can be one if you take the time to think straight."
Hermione spun around fast, eyes wide.
Professor Snape was standing on the other side of her bed, the raven gone.
"You?"
He nodded, "yes, I am an animagis, Ms. Granger, I'm a raven." He sat on Lavenders bed, Hermione crawled to the center of her bed so that she could face him.
"I'm horrible professor, I can't even dance!" hot tears of frustration touched her cold cheeks, making them red.
Snape sighed, and went over to her side. He forced her to look at him, "Hermione for Merlin's sake get a hold of yourself." Her tears stopped as she looked at him oddly.
"A spy's life isn't a piece of cake. The thrill of its ride is only gained once the work is done, perfection above all else is needed. It's a thankless job where you get little to no praise for your tact. Its hard, I expect you to treat it as much."
She was still looking in his eyes strangely when he stood up, "Wipe your tears, You did not fail, fall down seven times stand up eight, and never look back. I'll see you tomorrow at five."
He shifted into Raven form and flew off.
"He called me..Hermione." she said to no one.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ron and Harry were walking out of the portrait and heard talking, "I swear they are BOTH useless Lavender!" the fat lady shouted at her friend.
"Time dear, you can't force them." She said soothingly.
Ron and Harry exchanged looks then turned to the portrait, "Who are you two talking about?" Ron asked. Both ladies faced him.
"No one." The fat lady answered.
"Honestly!" Lavender chided, "Hermione and Professor Snape, Dears." He told them both.
"Now you've done it." Their guardian muttered.
"Well, they were bound to find out eventually!" Lavender countered.
"What about Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Well you see," Lavender turned to the boys, "Madame Chamomile, the lady in the portrait in the hospital wing?" Harry nodded, knowing who she was talking about, "Well, the night before you both returned, she woke up to see Snape carrying Hermione in his arms straight to the bed below her. He didn't leave her side until bed hour. According to Cam he spent most of the time petting her hair." She giggled, "Seems someone got his attention at last."
Ron raised an eye brow, "So you both, as well as most of the portraits in the school, think there is something going on between them as well?"
"Now dears," the fat lady spoke up "You mustn't, Wait. Did you say 'as well'?"
"Yes," they both said.
"Hermione and Snape seem close," Harry explained, "Ron and I have thought for a while now that were was something up."
"No, we've thought for a while now that they fancy each other." Ron edited.
"Well then!" Lavender smiled, "You want to get in on the plan?"
*~*~*~*~**~*~*~
Hermione managed her way to Snape's classroom by five. She was still tired from the night before, since her mind refused to let her sleep.
Yawning, she knocked on the door.
"Enter." His usual voice sounded form within.
Smiling slighting, she gave herself a 'you go girl' pep-talk before entering the class room.
"Prompt I see." He commented lightly from his desk, "I just finished a rather complicated potion, Ms. Granger, see to it that this room is spotless before I'm done writing up this analysis. Mind you, I don't need the sounds associated with cleaning distracting me, get started so that by the time it's eight, we can get some more practice in." he went back to work.
Hermione was no idiot. He was testing her, she was sure of it.
So, using all of her techniques, she cleaned.
She was so into the work that by the time he was done, she was still cleaning. Smirking an idea formed in his head.
"You missed a spot Ms. Granger." He announced, standing directly behind her.
Startled, the mop she had been using went straight up into his face.
"Oh my! Sorry Professor!" she retracted the broom.
"Quite alright," he muttered, whipping his wand out cleaning his face. "First I never told you by hand, you silly girl, second you have to be more aware of your surroundings, I've been done for minutes now!"
Hermione's head dropped as she found a new interest in her laced shoes.
He chuckled, bringing her head to face his, "But you did a miraculous job cleaning muggle like that quiet."
She blushed, "Thank you sir."
"I must remember to give you encouragement, after all a second pair of eyes never hurt, and you seem to get discouraged easily."
She blushed, "I'm sorry sir."
"No need, now about your dancing, the more to the book it is Ms, Granger, the worse it becomes. Dance is meant to be a free movement that follows a structure to that many can dance at once, understood."
"Yes,"
"Then lets being, the Witches waltz." He held out his arms, as he bowed, Hermione curtseyed in turn. "If it helps you may recite all the fact you know about the dance as long as you forget your feet." He said taking her hands.
They begun to dance.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dumbledore stood the morning of the 24th, Minerva clanking a glass to gather the rooms attention.
"This Christmas, I decided to hold a small party for all of those here at the school, rather simple, ball dress, muggle, just a holiday thing." He announced, chattering grew, "Everyone meet here at 9:00 pm tonight and it will last until midnight, where we shall all go to bed and await the presents that greet us every Christmas."
The noise got louder.
Albus took his seat and leaned over to his left where Severus sat, "I'm sure you can use this as a form of dress rehearsal." He said quietly, "Never mind the detention."
Severus nodded slightly, trying not to draw attention to them.
Meanwhile Harry Ron and Hermione were discussing the ball as well. Just the usual, what your wearing, what you think the hall will look like, if your to come with dates.
In their minds, Ron and Harry had similar thoughts:
"All is going to plan."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*
AN:
I'm cruel, I know. ^_^.
Sorry for such long time between updates.
If you have troubles waiting for my next update you may read my original at
It's the only one there.
Until then Review!!
RelenaS