Sugar and Spice
Chapter Three
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Hermione really didn't know what to say when Dumbledore explained that he had gotten a hold of the mirror needed in Mirrored Transfusion. He had explained that someone would first need to lure Voldemort to the Department of Mysteries and get him to look into the mirror, which would then pull him into the veil, and pull Sirius out.
"So who's going to lure him there?" Hermione asked after contemplating for a moment.
Harry looked at Dumbledore with a nervous expression. "We were hoping you would."
"Me?"
"Well, you're muggleborns and, face it Hermione, you're growing up." Harry hoped his friend would catch his drift so he wouldn't have to explain himself.
Hermione merely looked at the ground. "But-"
"Just think about it, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said. "Until then, you know where I am."
Nodding, Hermione turned and silently exited her headmaster's office. She tried to clear her head of all frightening thoughts, but found it quite challenging, seeing as it was such an important task. She turned a corner and into a stairwell, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples, trusting her memory to guide her down the stairs. Yet suddenly, out of nowhere, someone ran into her, sending them both down (thankfully) the few steps to the landing. Hermione blushingly found herself lying close to her potions professor. Snape's mouth was close to her neck, and his ragged breathing sent shivers down her spine.
"Professor!" She said, getting up and offering her hand to her teacher. He merely stared at it. "Excuse me, I'm sorry-"
"Ten points from Gryffindor," He breathed. "For unruly behavior."
"I'm sorry Professor."
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Hermione let out a sigh as she entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, thinking of how she'd have to encounter Snape again in potions. She sat herself down next to Ginny, who gave her a pleasant smile.
"Guess what, 'Mione?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"Hmm?"
"Harry asked me out," Her face lit up. "And I said yes!"
Hermione put on a smile, unable to hold it in. "About time, Ginny."
Blushing Ginny's smile grew larger, if possible. "So, how was your night last night? It took you long enough in Dumbledore's office."
"He wanted to talk about the Mirrored Transfusion." Hermione explained. "He said he wants me to lure Vold- the Dark Lord to us so we can get Sirius back."
"Seriously? Wow, that must've shocked you." When Hermione didn't reply, Ginny changed the subject. "When you came back to the Dormitory, you crashed. What happened?"
"I ran into Snape again…" Hermione said. "And we fell down some stairs and the he knocked off ten points from Gryffindor."
"You just have bad luck with him, don't you?"
You have no idea… Hermione thought, recalling her nightmare last night;
Hermione laid under the stars, resting in the soft, velvety grass the surrounded her like a giant billowing blanket. Letting out a relaxed sigh, she closed her eyes for a brief moment and reopening them. She sat up and glanced around. Suddenly a hand touched her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. When Hermione looked up to see whom it was, she was startled to find no one there. Gazing about her, she began to see male figures appearing and disappearing with brevity- only staying for a few seconds before vanishing.
After a few minutes of confusion, one figure stood a few feet in front of her and started walking closer. As the moonlight lit his face, Hermione saw an extremely handsome man, with eyes the color of coffee and shaggy black hair. He wore a long black cloak with black pants and a grey shirt.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked.
His eyes only twinkled mysteriously before his face changed shape, becoming now Severus Snape.
"Professor?"
As soon as the word escaped her lips, the face changed back into the handsome man, flashing back into Snape's every few seconds.
The man walked behind her and moved her hair off of her neck, pushing it all to one side.
"Looks can be deceiving," He whispered into her ear.
He then let a kiss to Hermione's neck, his breath sending familiar shivers down her spine.
Just as fast as it began, everything was gone and Hermione was left alone again.
"Yeah…"
"Hey Hermione, Ginny." Harry said, taking a seat across from the two girls, Ron at his side.
"Hey." Ginny said, looking suddenly shy. She turned her attention to her brother. "Ron, did you finish you Transfiguration homework?"
"Well, it's a long story-"
"You're in Transfiguration, Ginny?" Seamus Finnegan butted in, interrupting Ron. "But you're not in our year!"
"I got moved up to advanced…" The red-headed Weasley replied, blushing.
"Oh." Was all Seamus said.
Harry smiled proudly as he dug into his pancakes, getting syrup all over his face. While Ginny was wiping up his mess, Hermione took the moment to speak to Ron.
"How are things with you and Lavender?"
"Eh, could be better, could be worse." Ron said, shrugging. "She just doesn't seem to be really into me lately."
"I'm sorry, Ron." Hermione said. "Can I do anything?"
"Could you talk to her?"
"I'll try."
Hermione immediately regretted asking, realizing that she just dumped another load of unwanted stress on herself.
Why did she have to but others first?