Sugar and Spice
Chapter Two
(Disclaimer: I own no HP titles.)
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"Two months of detention?" Ron cried at dinner that night. "That's brutal!"
This only made Hermione smirk. It made her feel like she had stood out for once and not just blended in- like she wasn't some Gryffindor who was associated with the famous Harry Potter. She felt as if making a stand on how she felt made her personality stand out more. She liked it.
"Yeah…"
"But you'll miss a Quidditch game!" Ron said feverishly. "Who else is going to cheer for me?"
"Lavender and her whole posse will, Ron." Hermione said and she watched him devour a whole turkey leg in a matter of seconds. "I'm only one person."
Ron just shrugged as Hermione moved her gaze from Ron to Harry, who was having an animated conversation with Ginny.
"It's called Mirrored Transfusion," Harry was saying. Hermione met his eyes to show that she was listening. "Dumbledore say it might bring Sirius back."
"It might kill Voldemort, too." Ginny winced at the name. "Sorry."
"But if you kill You-Know- Who, won't all of his Death Eater buddies come after you, Harry?" Ginny asked.
Hermione paused to consider this. Those whom are faithful to the Dark Lord would be angered to hear the news of their Lord's death… provoking them to finding and attacking Harry. That was definitely not a good thing.
"She's right, Harry."
"Then we'll find someone else." Harry said, though looking slightly crestfallen.
"We can't just kill anyone, though," Hermione pointed out. "It has to be someone we'd like out of our way. Yet, it can't be someone of too great importance either."
Harry and Ginny nodded thoughtfully.
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Hermione pulled her potions, Transfiguration and DADA books from her bag, grabbed her sweater, an inkbottle, a quill and some parchment and headed to the library. The library was the ideal place to work tonight, for the Gryffindor common room was very much occupied with the good-luck party for the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw game tomorrow.
As Hermione slipped down the corridors, she was careful to avoid any Slytherin prefects on patrol, knowing how ruthless they could be. She made her way into the library and went to the back where her usual spot was. She took a seat in a wooden chair, opened her potions book and readied her quill and parchment.
The Proper Way to Use the Aidyl Draught, she wrote silently, unaware she had a watcher lingering in the shadows of the many shelves of dust-covered books.
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Severus Snape watched the bushy-haired seventh year from behind a bookcase, wishing to be anywhere but where he was. He had cast an invisibility charm on himself, yet was still hiding. It is, after all, better safe than sorry.
The Potions Master didn't know exactly what had brought him here, and he hated not knowing anything.
He watched his student silently, creeping around behind her to gaze over her shoulder and look at what she wrote. Her neat, cursive handwriting covered about a fourth of the page already and she paused a moment, a chill sweeping over her body from Snape's low breathing. After recovering from a sudden case of goose bumps, Hermione continued writing, pausing only to glance at her textbook for reference.
What a boring girl… Thought Snape dully.
A few hours later, Snape was sitting in a chair beside her, still invisible and watching her as she began to drift into sleep. As Hermione's chest began to rhythmically fall and rise, the teacher took the invisibility charm off and walked up to the Gryffindor, preparing for a scene.
"Miss Granger." Snape said in a tone so loud it would wake the dead.
"Hmmm?" Hermione snapped awake, blinking around to try and focus. "Professor?"
"You were sleeping."
"I know."
"Go to your dormitory."
"How long have you been here?" Hermione asked without making a move to gather her supplies.
"That's none of your concern."
"It is when I've been sleeping here." She said defensively.
Snape paused- only for a moment, though. "Go to your dormitory." He repeated.
Hermione silently packed her things and made her way out of the library, feeling Snape's eyes on her all the way out.
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And he woke you up? That must've been awkward… Waking up to Snape…
Well, it could have been worse. He could have kidnapped me or torn my homework up.
Hermione sent the note back to Ginny after writing down a response. It was towards the end of Transfiguration, and Hermione and her red headed friend had already finished their work, yet weren't allowed out of their seats. Ginny had been doing wonderfully in Transfiguration lately, and had been boosted up to seventh year instead of six, but this was her only advanced class.
Still, though, he could have been watching you or something…
He probably had a respectable reason to be in the student library… even if the teachers have their own libraries in their offices…
My point exactly.
The door to McGonagall's room opened and Dumbledore gracefully strode in, his midnight blue robes slithering behind and around him.
"Professor," He said in his old, husky voice. "If I may borrow Miss Granger, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley for the rest of class, it would be greatly appreciated. If you would inform their teachers for next period that would also be very kind of you."
Professor McGonagall bowed her head kindly. "Of course Headmaster." She said and went on with the lesson.
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A/N- Sort of a short chapter, but I'll try to have the next one out by Thursday.