Title: Half the World Away
Author name: Calbee
Author email: Romance
Sub Category: Humor
Keywords: Snape Hermione psychological
Rating: PG
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF
Summary: Severus Snape and Hermione Granger. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor. Who would have thought that this could happen when the results of a psychological love test are assumed to have gone horribly wrong...
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This fic is inspired by an idea provided by josette the black pearl.
Author notes: Big thanks for everyone's reviews!

I am sorry for the late update, but I was exhausted from the last two days --- my graduation ceremony and the celebration afterwards.

I Love Tonks: I did try to get Half the World Away onto ashwinder, but they were unsatisfied with my fics's grammar. I am still looking for a beta at the moment, so as soon as I can find someone to look through my fic, the sooner I could update it on other sites instead.

So, any volunteers to be my beta?

Chapter 4 Is the nightmare over? Not exactly... I think

That evening, everyone was still under the pressure from Hermione's earlier behaviour, but they tried to act normally. They still could sense the awkwardness, not only in Gryffindor, but the whole hall, excluding the staff. Harry had a really bad feeling about this. It felt exactly like the atmosphere in fourth year at the Feast. Something wrong was going to happen, possibly the Slytherins were up to something.

The Gryffindors were careful to watch for any kind of outbreak, and when Hermione walked into the Hall...

"Oh, so that's the future Mrs. Snape, Pansy?" Blaise said so loudly that the whole hall heard it.

Immediately the whole hall burst into gasps, as well as the sounds of the breaking of plates, the dropping of knifes, forks, goblets etc on the floor, and a few loud hammerings of fits on tables. Up on the High Table, the staff was shocked at what Blaise had said. The spoon in McGonagall's hand slid down and landed in her bowl of soup, which splashed out onto the table and on her. Lupin had choked on the bread he was eating. Hagrid physically broke his fork in half. Vector acted like she was having a heart attack, clutching her chest. As for Flitwick, Sprout and Pince, they had passed out due to the shock, while Pomfrey and Hooch were too busy to be shocked as they were checking on the three passed out staff. No one dared to look at Snape except for Dumbledore, who was as shocked as everyone else, although he as everyone else didn't notice that he himself had dipped his beard in his soup too. Snape noticed the stare of question and shock from Dumbledore, but he just arched his eyebrow, implying, "You are an idiot if you believe it."

Dumbledore got his expression straightened out right away, but there was that twinkle in his eyes that Snape could read as disappointment. He better do something to end this outrageous scene. He really doubted that Pansy and Blaise had any idea what they were doing. They brought humiliation upon Hermione, but they forgot that they also brought that to him too. A teacher and student? For Merlin's sake! What should he do to end it without favouring either side? Before he could come up with a solution, Hermione had already taken it into her own hands... with shocking effects.

Normally, the Gryffindors did not give a damn if the Slytherins were all dead, but this time they were actually worried for them. With Hermione's outburst earlier that night... well, the Slytherins better pray for salvation, especially Blaise and Pansy.

Hermione changed direction, and walked towards the Slytherin table. Blaise and Pansy were both confident that Hermione wouldn't dare to do anything with everyone looking at them, but they were wrong this time.

"Expelliarmus!" Blaise and Pansy's wands had flown away from their robes, and Hermione's hands had reached out and grabbed their ties tightly, one in each hand, and lifted them slightly off the floor. She said, looking them in the eyes seriously, "This is not a funny thing to say. Pansy Parkinson. Blaise Zabini. If you two wanted to humiliate me, that's fine, but NEVER EVER pull anyone else into this mess. DO YOU HEAR ME! That is a teacher you are pulling in, and he's your Head of House. When you do this, you are not just humiliating me, but also yourselves, and I don't just mean you two," Hermione now looked at the rest on the Slytherin table, "but all of you. This is far too childish for my level, and far too low for your precious 'pure-blood'. DO I make myself clear?" Blaise and Pansy could only nod at her slightly for the pressure they had on their necks.

Hermione released them, and they both fell hard onto the floor, as they had both fainted dead. Ignoring what the rest of the school thought about this, she left the Hall, closing the door behind her loudly and leaving everyone in the Hall speechless.

Back on the High Table, there was a little 'riot' going on again. McGonagall couldn't quite believe that that was Hermione speaking. It was totally out of character. Lupin was so shocked that he forgot he was still choking on the bread. Hagrid had fallen off his chair. Vector had a heart attack and Pomfrey was tending to her. Flictwick, Sprout and Pince were awake, but fainted again after they heard Hermione's outburst. Hooch was so busy making sure that the fainted staff was alright, that she didn't faint herself. Dumbledore, who was taking his beard out from the soup, said, "Severus, I actually think Miss Granger would be perfect for you if she was not a student."

This resulted in angry glares from the staff still conscious, especially the ones who were restraining Snape from strangling Dumbledore.

The staff was so busy 'cleaning up the mess' that they had totally forgotten one of the staff who was at the table that night too --- Sibyll Trelawney, who was mumbling, "I knew it a long time ago."

To Be Continued

Updated 18th November 2005