Don't Deal With Love

By: Malfoy-Amazing-Bouncing-Ferret

Chapter 11: A New Relative, Miracle Workers, and Beauty

Hermione nodded her head. "Thank you, Lucius." she said before walking toward Snape. When she got to where Snape was, he looked up at her. "Professor?" He just stared at her with a look of disgust. "I was wondering-"

"If I would like to dance, right?" she nodded.

"Well, I am sorry to tell you that I do not dance. Now will you please, get out of my sight. I do not want the company of an insufferable know-it-all."

"You, Severus, are just as much of a know-it-all as I am. Now, please, I came over here to talk to you about potions. I wanted to ask of you a few things on the topic." she offered her hand to him. "Please, it's been nagging at the back of my mind for a while now."

Sighing heavily, Snape stood up taking Hermione's hand and lead her out to the crowd of people and began to dance with her. "Now, Miss Granger, what is it that you wished to speak to me about?"

"First of all, it's Miss Black. Second, I've been thinking of what I would like to do when I leave Hogwarts."

"And that would be……what?"

"I want to become a Potions Mistress. And I was wondering if I could take up the position of your apprentice next term?"

Snape looked dumbfounded. "You want to become a Potions Mistress? Why?"

"Yes, I do. I find that I rather enjoy potions. I find it to be one of my greatest passions, studying potions. There's no doubt about it. I love potions."

"I shall think on it. I will send my decision with your Hogwarts letter."

"Thank you, sir."

"So, you're a Black?" Snape asked.

"Yes, sir. My father was Sirius Black. I know nothing of my mother. Except that she was a pureblood witch."

"I knew your mother." Snape whispered, his expression softening.

"How did you know her?"

"She was my sister……my twin sister. You look just like her. From the first day I saw you, I knew that there was something different about you. Smart and clever, like her. Adventurous and troublesome, like him."

"Narcissa said that she was foreign." Hermione stated.

"The last name sounded a bit foreign. The real family name is Snappus. it's Scottish. After father moved the family to Ireland, we had to change out last name. There was a conflict between the two countries. We changed the name to Snape, obviously. Stella wouldn't keep that name though. Potter was given title as your godfather when you were born. Potter said that if anything were to happen to him, then you would be handed over to Lupin. Then, to me." Snape paused. "But it never worked out like that. Instead, you were given to a couple of muggles. I mean, I've nothing against them or anything, I just wish that you could have grown up knowing who you really are." Snape explained.

"So do I." Hermione whispered.

After dancing in silence for a few more minutes, Draco came up to them.

"May I cut in?" Draco asked.

"Of course." Snape said, handing Hermione off to Draco. "It was a pleasure to dance with you." with that, he walked back to where he was sitting before.

"So, Hermione, what were you and Severus talking about?" Draco asked as he spun her around.

"Uncle Severus and I were talking about my mother."

"Oh. So he knew her?"

"She was his sister."

"I see. You know, Severus never dances. Mum could never get him to; you're the first person to get him to dance."

"I guess that I'm a merical worker then, right?"

Draco chuckled. "That, my 'Mione, was a merical."

Together, Draco and Hermione danced song after song, oblivious to the fact that the guests had left.

"You look so beautiful tonight, Hermione." Draco whispered, breaking the silence.

She blushed a deep shade of magenta. "Thank you."

Someone cleared their throat, causing Draco and Hermione to stop dancing. Lucius and Narcissa were standing in the doorway.

"Yes father?"

"It's rather late, Draco, perhaps you should both retire for the night. As you must have noticed, all of our guests have left. They have been gone for nearly an hour." Lucius pointed out, smirking.

"Of course, father." Draco said as Lucius and Narcissa left the ballroom. "I'll walk you to your room, Hermione." he whispered, linking his arm with hers.

Their walk up to Hermione's room was silent. But as they approached her bedroom door, Hermione turned to look up at Draco. "I had a wonderful time with you tonight, Draco." she whispered, smiling. "Thank you."

"I had a great time with you as well." Draco replied, smiling back. "By the way, did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?"

Hermione blushed. "Twice."

"Why do you turn such a shade when I compliment you on your beauty?" Draco asked, lightly stroking her cheek as it turned a deeper shade of pink.

"I've never been told how beautiful I look by anyone, with the exception of my parents, of course. I have never thought myself to be attractive at all."

"Well, Miss Black, we're going to have to do something about that now, are we not?" Draco whispered as he lent forward and delicately kissed her pink lips. The kiss deepened as she responded, wrapping her arms around his neck. Carefully, he pulled her closer by the hips. That's when she pulled back.

"I can't." she mumbled.

"What?"

"I'm with Ron. I can't do this to him."

"Hermione, he could be doing the same thing with someone else."

"He wouldn't do that."

"He wouldn't tell you either."

"I know Ron, he wouldn't to that to me. He's too shy." she hugged Draco before turning to her bedroom door. She looked back at him. "I'm sorry, Draco. Goodnight."

A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I am officially a happy camper today! YAY!I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There's more coming soon! Until then, review.

Computer Boy: If you looked back at the author's note I put at the end of chapter 7, that would explain everything. But I'll just post my explanation here so you don't have to look for it.

'Sirius is Hermione's father while Narcissa is his cousin and Draco is her son, causing that relationship to be kind of gross' issue. In the Order of the Pheonix, pg.113, paragraph 8 - it says:

"The pure-blood famililes are all intrrelated," said Sirius. "If you're only going to let your sons and daughters marry purebloods your choices are very limited, there are hardly any of us left. Molly and I are cousins by marraige and Arthur's something like my second cousin once removed. But there's no point looking for them on here - if ever a family was a bunch of blood traitors it's the Weasleys."