The week went by, and he still managed to surprise a few of the students when he popped out of the office. But it seemed that the word that Harry Potter was the new Defense against the Dark arts teacher seemed to have gotten around the school.
Ron Weasley sat around the fire with his friends Hermione, Neville, and his sister Ginny. Hermione was just finishing up the reading that Harry had assigned them that night, and was now starting on Arithmancy. Neville was also reading, a magazine that Professor Sprout had given him about Herbology.
"Why'd he have to give us homework?" Ron said Whiningly.
"He's a teacher now, get over it." Hermione said sharply.
"Geez, what's with you?" Ron said looking up at her.
She stared at him for what felt like a full minute before looking down at her book again. "Nothing" she muttered.
"Something," Ron said.
Hermione considered him. The old Ron wouldn't have asked, let alone prodded when a satisfactory answer was not given.
"You're Jealous aren't you?" He asked her with a smirk on his face. "C'mon say it."
It's true. She was jealous, After considering many careers she really wanted to be a teacher. Hermione had mostly given up on SPEW, realizing that she would probably never have enough money or power to go anywhere really positive with it. And since that she really had truly been considering returning to Hogwarts to teach. She looked back down at her book, ignoring Ron.
"Is sitting there reading your book some kind of non-answer?" Ron asked.
She looked up again, annoyed now. "I would like to be a teacher someday, but I'm not jealous of Harry," She lied. "It's good for him, plus it makes sure he's not on the street or anything while he's searching for the Horcruxes."
"You're jealous, You're jealous!" Ron said in a sing-song voice.
"Shut up, I'm not jealous." Hermione kicked his leg softly.
"Ow!" Ron said, sitting down again.
"I don't get jealous over petty things like that," she said, looking at her book again.
"And you're saying I do?" Ron questioned.
"No, I'm…I didn't…" she started.
"You really think that!" He interrupted.
"Well, it's hard not to! You've always been slightly less fortunate then Harry." Hermione recoiled the second she said it. She knew she shouldn't have said that, this was something Ron was always rather touchy about.
"Maybe we should move," Ginny said to Neville, Vacating their seats.
"Hey…Well…There were circumstances and…SHUT UP!"
"Oh 'SHUT UP!' How creative!" Hermione realized now that she was pushing it, but it seemed that it was too late, they'd angered each other.
"If you just admit you're jealous of him then I will!"
"Will you just shut up about that"
"Oh 'Shut up!'" Ron was screaming now. "How CREATIVE!"
"My God, Ron, you are such a prick!"
Ron was at a loss. He turned and walked strait up to their dorm.
"Shit," Hermione ran after him. "Ron, Ron!" She opened their door where Ron had already drawn the curtains around his four poster bed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"No, It's true. I'm a prick and you're what my bitch!"
"Excuse me? I'm not your anything!" Hermione pulled the curtains out.
"Oh, right, just ignore everything that's happened. Poor Ron, Just push him aside and give everything to Harry!"
"OH SHUT UP, YOU KNOW I DIDN'T MEAN THAT!" She Screamed.
"THEN WHAT DID YOU MEAN?" Ron said. And without warning he lunged at Hermione and Kissed her squarely on the lips. He felt he pushing back. Kissing him too. It had finally happened, in that moment, Ron did not know what he was thinking. But as their tongues played with each other in their mouths he knew it was the right decision. Hermione fell on the bed, and Ron followed. Kissing his way down her face, first her forehead, her nose, her lips, her neck.
Hermione reached up and grabbed his shirt.
"Hermione…." He was about to protest, but she grabbed his hair and pulled their faces together again. He felt her hands running up and down his back. Feeling his skin. She pulled him closer feeling his body rub against hers as she kissed him. She felt a substantial amount of muscles there, and started to kiss his neck. She threw him underneath her on the bed and began kissing her way down his chest. She felt his pecs and abs. She jumped up and started kissing him again.
"Hermione…." He moaned as he felt her undoing the jeans that he was wearing. She jumped up and kissed him yet again.
"Hermione."
3 Months Ago
"Ms. Orva" a man wearing all black stood outside the door that led to where the Dark Lord was Sitting.
"Severus." Ms. Orva said. She looked up and down the man. He had greasy black hair, and a pale sallow face.
"Is he here?" Orva asked him.
"Yes he is, He's seeing someone else right now. It seems the new head of Auror Office Marie Leona has been making trouble." He said calmly.
"Well that's her job, isn't it," She smiled. "How long will he be?"
"Hopefully not much longer. They've been talking for nearly an hour now," he said bitterly. He clearly did not enjoy this position. While Dawn Orva did not work for the Dark Lord, the news that this man had killed Albus Dumbledore had been all over the news. They tried to keep it quiet but there was a huge scandal when it came out.
The door opened and a man wearing a white cloak exited the room, nodding to Snape and not acknowledging Dawn in any way. Snape entered the room that the man had just left. He stepped out Quickly.
"Yes, Ms. Orva, he'll see you now," he looked a bit shaken but held the metallic door open for her to walk through. She did and he shut it behind her.
The door led to a hallway. Dressed in the same metallic coating. Bolts sticking out. Prisons, she thought to herself. They were always so bland and depressing. If you were innocent when they chucked you in here, you'd be perfectly capable of anything when you came out. She turned to a second Metallic door, where she knew the dark lord was. She lifted her hand to knock.
"Enter," He said, before she made a sound.
"Afternoon, My lord," She said pulling the door open.
"I am not your lord." He said quietly. "Do not address me as such."
"Yes, Sir." Dawn Orva sat down in a chair next to where the Dark Lord was sitting. "You called me here, and I have answered.
"Yes," He said. He would not look at her. But she looked at him. He had seen the dark lord before, and was no longer startled by his strange appearance.
"Not to be impatient, but I would like to get to work immediately." She said.
"I know you already know the job." He said.
"The boy of course."
"Naturally."
"I will be requiring the use of one of the Death Eaters." Dawn said to him in a business-like manner.
"Of course. Any requests?" He asked running his hand though the smoke he had just conjured with his wand.
"Someone with a brain. I don't mean a lackie, hanger-on, I need someone who'll follow orders and do it right. This is very sensitive." She said.
"What exactly is your plan?" He said slowly.
"You don't know?" She said slyly.
"Touché" He said, smiling for the first time in memory. "Take MacNair, or Lucious. Either one."
"MacNair will be less high profile. The Malfoys are famous. MacNair will be much less high profile. It would be amiss to alert the boy of Lucius's freedom. Or Semi-Freedom." She corrected herself.
"Should the order be alerted to the fact that you've….Gained…Azkaban." She began.
"Of Course. I Must thank you for your services, and will help you will anything you require." The dark lord said uncharacteristically.
"You really want this boy dead don't you?" She said. "There has been some bad luck in the past, but that is over now."
"Yes it is. For Both of us. Go, now. I shall remain here should ever you need me."
And with those words from the dark lord himself. The Woman exited the room, and ventured back down the hall, passed Severus with a nod, and found herself back out in the rain of the island.
A pack of dementors swooped all around the island, she could barely see through all the fog. Another man with a black cloak wearing a mask took her hand and led her up to the building where she could floo out. Any apparition would obviously alert the ministry to their locations.
A Dementor sweeped in front of her, and that awful feeling cascaded through her body. Prisons.
