Hermione Granger And Severus Snape
Chapter 7
Dumbledore stood looking at the applicants who had applied for the job of being his personal assistant. They filled his office, jabbering and chattering merrily between them. Wow? Were all the people who applied for the job monkeys or something?
Dumbledore raised his voice and yelled "Would you all go outside and line up, I will then call you in one at a time." I'm not even going to ask how they got in his office in the first place. As they left he handed them each a card with a golden number on. He gave out well over seventy cards. Huh, this fic seems to have had a personality swap. Soon the rest of the applicants had filed out leaving only number 1. Dumbledore sat down in his chair and surveyed the first applicant; he was a small dwarf wearing a small version of Hagrid's coat.
"And why do you want to be my personal assistant?" Dumbledore asked the dwarf. The dwarf starred at him dumbly before grunting
"Eh?"
"What is your name?" Asked Dumbledore again even more loudly.
"Oh." Replied the dwarf. "Boris Teabag."
Dumbledore tried not to laugh, "And why do you want to be my personnel assistant?"
"What?" Asked Boris "I don't want to be your personnel assistant Gandalf. I want you to help me steal my treasure back from the evil dragon Fog."
If there was one thing Albus Dumbledore really hated, it was being mistaken for that vile pretender Gandalf. He picked up Boris and threw him out of the office, while yelling for number 2.
The next applicant entered, she was a pale woman with long black hair and a complexion so pale she looked positively ill.
"Name?" Asked Dumbledore warily.
"Faith Less." Replied the woman in a mysterious voice that reminded him heavily of professor Trawlawney.
"And why do you want to be my personal assistant?"
"Because I can them inform you about the mysteries of the future and the forbidden evils coming this way."
"Right," replied Dumbledore "well useful as that is I'm afraid…."
But to Dumbledore's horror the woman had started to dance around his office while chanting and breaking his collection of glass paperweights. After restraining her and throwing her out, the chaos truly began. He interviewed banshees, ghosts, maniacs, muggles, jugglers, politicians, ten different girls named Mary Sue and the Weasley twins. By the time he reached the final applicant he felt like throwing himself out of his office window.
But the moment this applicant entered Dumbledore completely forgot about windows. Aw, I love them windows. Stood front of him was a beautiful young woman, her silky blonde hair seemed to dazzle in the light. Dumbledore began to drool that just makes me feel really sick.
"Name?" He asked, taking in the girl's deep eyes.
"Don't you recognise me? It's me Fleur! I really vant ziz job so that I can improve my Eeenglish."
Dumbledore stood up immediately and shook her hand "Well Fleur you've just got it."
Hermione sat alone on the floor of the little shack that she now called home isn't it handy how these little old abandoned shacks magically appear. She had eaten nothing but cream crackers fir three days that is not a balanced diet Hermione. She had cried for four, she had broken her heart in leaving her beloved Severus, well go back to him then, on second thoughts don't. I doubt my nerves could stand it.