Hermione hesitated. Hovering over the pensive. Did she return her memories or destroy them? However, Ginny had taken her wand so she could do neither. Did she really want to look over the next few torturing months? She resolved that she would, perhaps seeing through news eyes would help her figure a few things out.
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"You're pretty dressed up for a detention?!" Harry caught Hermione on her way to the dungeons. If Snape wanted a look a like. She would just have to show him that the original was better. Her long flowing skirt hugged her waist. Her green top came short of her stomach and was cut in a low V, something Hermione was now embarrassed of wearing as she knew how the night would end. "Then again. You are what you hang with! Sleeping with the enemy I see." Harry had caught Hermione with Draco right after Snape did.
"Shove it Potter!" Hermione ignored him continuing down the stairs. Draco had promised that he would get her close to his father some time before Christmas. All Hermione had to do was wait. Something she hated.
When Hermione entered the classroom. Snape was alone, she noted that he had grown his hair back. A quick grow potion Hermione noted. He still had his short spikes yesterday. He was marking papers. Once again he sensed her before he saw her. This time she was full of hatred and determination. He was, however unsure as who it was directed to. Looking up, breath catching in his chest his trousers expanding. For a split second he thought it was Vanessa. Why was he missing something about the way she was looking at him. The expression was clear upon his face. Both Hermione's mentally told him it was deja vu he was feeling. Amnesia. Whatever he wanted to call it. The feelings were still there. But Hermione feared because of his `education` with Vanessa that look he gave her was of pure lust. Not her Severus who wanted her for her mind as well as her body. She feared the monster in front of her. She hoped he couldn't sense it. The present Hermione who was not lost deep in thought noticed that he did sense it.
"Granger!" He coughed her out of her thoughts. She nodded. "Cauldrons." He stepped over to her and reach behind her to retrieve her wand. Paused. His face in such close proximity she hoped that the perfume that she was wearing tonight, the same one she wore on the night he proclaimed his love, would trigger a memory. "No wand." He whispered. Mouths almost touching. He reached inside her skirt were he knew she kept her wand when she didn't wear a cloak.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you." Hermione warned, not moving his hand that had paused on her hip.
"I why would that be-" He didn't get to finish before he recoiled his hand dropping her new wand. "What the fuck?!" He nursed his hand. Remembering he was a teacher he straightened. "Your wand?" He eyed it with suspicion as she picked it up. His eyes brightened. "You made it yourself? There is so much dark energy in that wand." He thought. "You trying to bid for the other side dear mudblood!" He mocked coolly. She took a step closer to him. Invading his personal space. Was that confidence he could sense. He had known better to call her a mudblood.
"Now why would I want to join the fuck-wits who murdered my father and raped my mother?" She starred him down. He felt as if she was classing him as one of them and was about to kill him there and then.
"So we have your pitiful fathers death as the reason for your attitude?" Snape returned to his desk.
"That and walking in on the ugliest teacher in the word fucking the brains out of someone who looked like me. It would fuck you up royally as well... oops then again. You have to look in the mirror everyday!" Hermione, in hindsight realised that was the worst thing to say. She implied she had no feelings for him. After months of mixed messages from him she should have realised how confusing that was. And it hurt. Both Hermione's. Saying it and hearing it being replayed. Yes, he had struck a nerve and in return she had struck a blow.
"Cauldrons. NOW GRANGER!" He roared. Unable to come back with a suitable insult. "No wand!" She moved swiftly to the row of cauldrons and began cleaning them Five minutes and three cauldrons later. Snape appeared behind her hissing into her ear. Pressing his body close into hers. Cocking his head into the nook of her neck.
"Where you just jealous it wasn't you?!" He rhetorically hissed. Did he know she felt the same, could she still bring him back? She had to stay strong. This wasn't love he felt anymore.
"That's all you can come up with? Five minutes, and that's all the venom you can come up with?" Hermione mocked. He spun her round. She waved her hand over the remaining cauldrons. Collapsing instantly on his chest. That wasn't in the plan. She was trying to show off instead she was feeling weak. He was mesmerised.
"Where's your wand?!" Snape asked. Hermione pointed weakly to the end of the table clinging to his robes to keep her up. "Where did you learn that?" Hermione shrugged still feeling weak from the surge of magic had run through her body. She would not be trying that again anytime soon. "You really are a powerful witch Miss Granger." He hesitantly bent down to kiss her-
"Darling!" Vanessa came in through the fireplace. Hermione eyed her with suspicious. Her appearance was too much of a coincidence. Snape darted to his partner. Vanessa noticed the wand before Snape got to her. "What a pretty-" She knew what the wand would do. Both Hermione's knew it. She was playing a game. Of over reactive drama queen. She fell to the floor with a thud. "That thing is dangerous!"
"Granger." The hardness returned to Snape. "Remove the ward on this wand at once." He ordered.
"Are you kidding?!" Hermione picked up her wand. Snape grabbed her arm tightly. "No. This wand is too powerful. What if it ever got into the wrong hands?" She looked pointedly at Vanessa. Sprawled unladylike across the floor.
"You remove the ward. Or I destroy it." Snape warned simply.
"You could try!" Hermione baited. "The ward is simple enough. Either blood or trust can use it. Seeing as you're clearly neither. Don't touch my wand." Hermione looked down at his hand still griped to her arm. "Or me!"
How badly she had handled that night. How differently everything could have gone. But at least she finally found out who Vanessa really was. An hour after being in her room. She was summoned to Dumbledore. Who was growing more vicious with each meeting. This wasn't him. Not at all.
"Miss Granger!" There was blazing fire in his eyes. The now Mr and Mrs Snape sat together were Severus and Hermione had once sat. "Sit." He pointed to the chair in front of him. "It has come to my attention you have a wand that is not registered with the ministry."
"I was unaware that wands were registered headmaster." Thankfully Hermione had gotten changed into a more simple attire. Vanessa wasn't the only one who could play the innocent. Snape scoffed. Hermione turned round and scowled at him. "I will gladly register it."
"You knew Granger." Snape hissed. "Dumbledore, this is not why we are here." Snape didn't want her to loose the wand.
"Yes. Would you kindly remove the wards?!" Dumbledore asked kindly. Hermione shook her head. "And why not?"
"What happens if a first year gets hold of it? It could kill them, or anyone in the vicinity." Hermione explained. Dumbledore couldn't argue. A small glimmer of his old self coming through.
"What about a child protection charm?" Vanessa interrupted glaring at Dumbledore. It was her, she was controlling him.
"A child isn't determined by age. I thought hard about my choice of ward, I feel this would warrant most protect." Hermione hissed. She hated to have to justify herself.
"Snape. A word outside if I may!" The two men left the room.
"Who the hell are you?!" Hermione questioned. "Your no countess. That's for sure. She's a hundred years old." Vanessa stood up.
"You want him. By all means try and take him." She towered above the sitting Hermione. "If he kisses you, before we marry you can have him!" She smiled. Married? Did she really mean it. All she had to do was kiss him. Unfortunately the Hermione watching knew that Vanessa wouldn't do it. "I'd wrap him up in a coffin for you!" She cackled. "Shame he can't remember what happened between you two. Would make life so much easier for you." Hermione went to reply as the men returned. She knew everything. How?
"Miss Granger. I'll take you back to your room." Dumbledore held out his hand. Hermione stood slowly giving her an opportunity to fix Vanessa with a cold stare.
"How long have I got?" Hermione questioned. The two men looked bewildered. Vanessa stood to join Snape.
"Oh... All the time in the world!" She smiled. He hadn't proposed yet thank god. With that Hermione allowed Dumbledore to escort her home. Down the second floor corridor that led to her room Dumbledore spoke up.
"I've asked the professor to find the Countess somewhere else to stay. It's obvious her presence is distressing you dear child." Dumbledore said smoothly.
"It's not distressing me. It's confusing me. How much of a hypocrite can you be?" Hermione stopped dead. "You say that if Voldermort finds out he has feelings for me I become a target. But look at her. She is me!" Hermione sighed. "And you. You're so different... I think you're being controlled. You wouldn't allow him to be with her. You'd have done the same as you did with me. Voldermort is just going to think that she's taken Poly-" Hermione thought about what she was saying. "Polyjuice!" Hermione was deep in thought. Dumbledore coughed. "And he will still come after me!" Hermione explained half heartedly.
"As much as it hurts Miss Granger. He's in love." They continued to walk. "And as for your thoughts on me being controlled. You forget I'm a powerful wizard. And I check everything I consume." They approached Hermione's door. "Forget the professor! Find someone your own age. Perhaps Harry. Good night child." He kissed her forehead.
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He was still being controlled to this day. A long conversation with professor McGonagall had her suspicions proved. However much McGonagall tried. She couldn't trace the source of the drug being used to control the headmaster. McGonagall had reasoned that while he was still performing his duties as a head master correctly there was nothing to be done. Hermione agreed. And also noticed that once Vanessa had left the castle his harshness towards Hermione waned although it was still present. It appeared to Hermione that although the headmaster's overall reaction was presumably due to Vanessa, he still wouldn't approve of the match had he been of sound mind. All that remained was to find out who she really was and how to prove it. She had her suspicions. Who on earth could she talk to on the properties of a polyjuice potion?
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A/N What you think? Any ideas for the Disney movie yet?
punkrock pixie: I'm not sure about her appearance at the wedding party just yet. But she will be making an appearance at a party in a chapter that's about to come up. She still might make an appearance... but I know how it's going to end so i'll just have to see if it'll fit in. I'm wondering about a sequel as well. But it'll be during the summer that I do that as well as my Enterprise sequel which had been promised in January.
QueenBonnie: PS. If you allow all reviewers, you'll surely get more reviews ...? Unfortunately I didn't understand this, can you explain in another review? (and honestly it's not a ploy to get you to review again! lol). As I would love as many reviews as my mail box can hold. It makes my day to here those three words. `you've got mail` lol. Should I really get them back together? Do you want a really happy ending?! Thank you about the OOCness of my story. *blushes* Hermione's pensive would be a nice gift. But his own would be better mwhahahahahahaha.
tall freak: How so is FF evil? Revenge is coming. Happy ending? What's one of those???? Yes, there is going to be a happy ending. I couldn't put Hermione through this and not give her back her prince. lol.... *hands out chocolate frogs for noticing the mistake*
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"You're pretty dressed up for a detention?!" Harry caught Hermione on her way to the dungeons. If Snape wanted a look a like. She would just have to show him that the original was better. Her long flowing skirt hugged her waist. Her green top came short of her stomach and was cut in a low V, something Hermione was now embarrassed of wearing as she knew how the night would end. "Then again. You are what you hang with! Sleeping with the enemy I see." Harry had caught Hermione with Draco right after Snape did.
"Shove it Potter!" Hermione ignored him continuing down the stairs. Draco had promised that he would get her close to his father some time before Christmas. All Hermione had to do was wait. Something she hated.
When Hermione entered the classroom. Snape was alone, she noted that he had grown his hair back. A quick grow potion Hermione noted. He still had his short spikes yesterday. He was marking papers. Once again he sensed her before he saw her. This time she was full of hatred and determination. He was, however unsure as who it was directed to. Looking up, breath catching in his chest his trousers expanding. For a split second he thought it was Vanessa. Why was he missing something about the way she was looking at him. The expression was clear upon his face. Both Hermione's mentally told him it was deja vu he was feeling. Amnesia. Whatever he wanted to call it. The feelings were still there. But Hermione feared because of his `education` with Vanessa that look he gave her was of pure lust. Not her Severus who wanted her for her mind as well as her body. She feared the monster in front of her. She hoped he couldn't sense it. The present Hermione who was not lost deep in thought noticed that he did sense it.
"Granger!" He coughed her out of her thoughts. She nodded. "Cauldrons." He stepped over to her and reach behind her to retrieve her wand. Paused. His face in such close proximity she hoped that the perfume that she was wearing tonight, the same one she wore on the night he proclaimed his love, would trigger a memory. "No wand." He whispered. Mouths almost touching. He reached inside her skirt were he knew she kept her wand when she didn't wear a cloak.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you." Hermione warned, not moving his hand that had paused on her hip.
"I why would that be-" He didn't get to finish before he recoiled his hand dropping her new wand. "What the fuck?!" He nursed his hand. Remembering he was a teacher he straightened. "Your wand?" He eyed it with suspicion as she picked it up. His eyes brightened. "You made it yourself? There is so much dark energy in that wand." He thought. "You trying to bid for the other side dear mudblood!" He mocked coolly. She took a step closer to him. Invading his personal space. Was that confidence he could sense. He had known better to call her a mudblood.
"Now why would I want to join the fuck-wits who murdered my father and raped my mother?" She starred him down. He felt as if she was classing him as one of them and was about to kill him there and then.
"So we have your pitiful fathers death as the reason for your attitude?" Snape returned to his desk.
"That and walking in on the ugliest teacher in the word fucking the brains out of someone who looked like me. It would fuck you up royally as well... oops then again. You have to look in the mirror everyday!" Hermione, in hindsight realised that was the worst thing to say. She implied she had no feelings for him. After months of mixed messages from him she should have realised how confusing that was. And it hurt. Both Hermione's. Saying it and hearing it being replayed. Yes, he had struck a nerve and in return she had struck a blow.
"Cauldrons. NOW GRANGER!" He roared. Unable to come back with a suitable insult. "No wand!" She moved swiftly to the row of cauldrons and began cleaning them Five minutes and three cauldrons later. Snape appeared behind her hissing into her ear. Pressing his body close into hers. Cocking his head into the nook of her neck.
"Where you just jealous it wasn't you?!" He rhetorically hissed. Did he know she felt the same, could she still bring him back? She had to stay strong. This wasn't love he felt anymore.
"That's all you can come up with? Five minutes, and that's all the venom you can come up with?" Hermione mocked. He spun her round. She waved her hand over the remaining cauldrons. Collapsing instantly on his chest. That wasn't in the plan. She was trying to show off instead she was feeling weak. He was mesmerised.
"Where's your wand?!" Snape asked. Hermione pointed weakly to the end of the table clinging to his robes to keep her up. "Where did you learn that?" Hermione shrugged still feeling weak from the surge of magic had run through her body. She would not be trying that again anytime soon. "You really are a powerful witch Miss Granger." He hesitantly bent down to kiss her-
"Darling!" Vanessa came in through the fireplace. Hermione eyed her with suspicious. Her appearance was too much of a coincidence. Snape darted to his partner. Vanessa noticed the wand before Snape got to her. "What a pretty-" She knew what the wand would do. Both Hermione's knew it. She was playing a game. Of over reactive drama queen. She fell to the floor with a thud. "That thing is dangerous!"
"Granger." The hardness returned to Snape. "Remove the ward on this wand at once." He ordered.
"Are you kidding?!" Hermione picked up her wand. Snape grabbed her arm tightly. "No. This wand is too powerful. What if it ever got into the wrong hands?" She looked pointedly at Vanessa. Sprawled unladylike across the floor.
"You remove the ward. Or I destroy it." Snape warned simply.
"You could try!" Hermione baited. "The ward is simple enough. Either blood or trust can use it. Seeing as you're clearly neither. Don't touch my wand." Hermione looked down at his hand still griped to her arm. "Or me!"
How badly she had handled that night. How differently everything could have gone. But at least she finally found out who Vanessa really was. An hour after being in her room. She was summoned to Dumbledore. Who was growing more vicious with each meeting. This wasn't him. Not at all.
"Miss Granger!" There was blazing fire in his eyes. The now Mr and Mrs Snape sat together were Severus and Hermione had once sat. "Sit." He pointed to the chair in front of him. "It has come to my attention you have a wand that is not registered with the ministry."
"I was unaware that wands were registered headmaster." Thankfully Hermione had gotten changed into a more simple attire. Vanessa wasn't the only one who could play the innocent. Snape scoffed. Hermione turned round and scowled at him. "I will gladly register it."
"You knew Granger." Snape hissed. "Dumbledore, this is not why we are here." Snape didn't want her to loose the wand.
"Yes. Would you kindly remove the wards?!" Dumbledore asked kindly. Hermione shook her head. "And why not?"
"What happens if a first year gets hold of it? It could kill them, or anyone in the vicinity." Hermione explained. Dumbledore couldn't argue. A small glimmer of his old self coming through.
"What about a child protection charm?" Vanessa interrupted glaring at Dumbledore. It was her, she was controlling him.
"A child isn't determined by age. I thought hard about my choice of ward, I feel this would warrant most protect." Hermione hissed. She hated to have to justify herself.
"Snape. A word outside if I may!" The two men left the room.
"Who the hell are you?!" Hermione questioned. "Your no countess. That's for sure. She's a hundred years old." Vanessa stood up.
"You want him. By all means try and take him." She towered above the sitting Hermione. "If he kisses you, before we marry you can have him!" She smiled. Married? Did she really mean it. All she had to do was kiss him. Unfortunately the Hermione watching knew that Vanessa wouldn't do it. "I'd wrap him up in a coffin for you!" She cackled. "Shame he can't remember what happened between you two. Would make life so much easier for you." Hermione went to reply as the men returned. She knew everything. How?
"Miss Granger. I'll take you back to your room." Dumbledore held out his hand. Hermione stood slowly giving her an opportunity to fix Vanessa with a cold stare.
"How long have I got?" Hermione questioned. The two men looked bewildered. Vanessa stood to join Snape.
"Oh... All the time in the world!" She smiled. He hadn't proposed yet thank god. With that Hermione allowed Dumbledore to escort her home. Down the second floor corridor that led to her room Dumbledore spoke up.
"I've asked the professor to find the Countess somewhere else to stay. It's obvious her presence is distressing you dear child." Dumbledore said smoothly.
"It's not distressing me. It's confusing me. How much of a hypocrite can you be?" Hermione stopped dead. "You say that if Voldermort finds out he has feelings for me I become a target. But look at her. She is me!" Hermione sighed. "And you. You're so different... I think you're being controlled. You wouldn't allow him to be with her. You'd have done the same as you did with me. Voldermort is just going to think that she's taken Poly-" Hermione thought about what she was saying. "Polyjuice!" Hermione was deep in thought. Dumbledore coughed. "And he will still come after me!" Hermione explained half heartedly.
"As much as it hurts Miss Granger. He's in love." They continued to walk. "And as for your thoughts on me being controlled. You forget I'm a powerful wizard. And I check everything I consume." They approached Hermione's door. "Forget the professor! Find someone your own age. Perhaps Harry. Good night child." He kissed her forehead.
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He was still being controlled to this day. A long conversation with professor McGonagall had her suspicions proved. However much McGonagall tried. She couldn't trace the source of the drug being used to control the headmaster. McGonagall had reasoned that while he was still performing his duties as a head master correctly there was nothing to be done. Hermione agreed. And also noticed that once Vanessa had left the castle his harshness towards Hermione waned although it was still present. It appeared to Hermione that although the headmaster's overall reaction was presumably due to Vanessa, he still wouldn't approve of the match had he been of sound mind. All that remained was to find out who she really was and how to prove it. She had her suspicions. Who on earth could she talk to on the properties of a polyjuice potion?
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A/N What you think? Any ideas for the Disney movie yet?
punkrock pixie: I'm not sure about her appearance at the wedding party just yet. But she will be making an appearance at a party in a chapter that's about to come up. She still might make an appearance... but I know how it's going to end so i'll just have to see if it'll fit in. I'm wondering about a sequel as well. But it'll be during the summer that I do that as well as my Enterprise sequel which had been promised in January.
QueenBonnie: PS. If you allow all reviewers, you'll surely get more reviews ...? Unfortunately I didn't understand this, can you explain in another review? (and honestly it's not a ploy to get you to review again! lol). As I would love as many reviews as my mail box can hold. It makes my day to here those three words. `you've got mail` lol. Should I really get them back together? Do you want a really happy ending?! Thank you about the OOCness of my story. *blushes* Hermione's pensive would be a nice gift. But his own would be better mwhahahahahahaha.
tall freak: How so is FF evil? Revenge is coming. Happy ending? What's one of those???? Yes, there is going to be a happy ending. I couldn't put Hermione through this and not give her back her prince. lol.... *hands out chocolate frogs for noticing the mistake*
