A pair of socks
Ron was looking bored, it was the 5th time today that he had defeated Harry, playing wizards chess. "Really, Harry, you should practice. I can defeat you with my eyes closed." he sighed.
Harry smiled at the remark. "Ron, I wanna bet you for three galleons that I'm going to defeat you someday." Ron looked like it was his birthday. "Ok, that's a bet!"
They both looked at the portrait hole, when Hermione suddenly came rushing in.
"Hey 'Mione, where have you been?" Harry asked, when she saw them. "Yeah, it's already 7.00 pm. You've missed dinner." Ron added.
"It's what?!?" Hermione gasped. She looked at her boys in disbelief and ran back to the portrait hole. "She needs to learn what 'relax' means." Ron said, shaking his head.
"Oh my gosh, Snape's not going to like this!" Hermione murmured to herself while she ran some second years upside down. When she arrived at Snape's office, she softly knocked on the door.
"Enter." the familiar cold voice said. When she opened the door, she couldn't find Snape first because the whole office was filled with smoke. He was probably making some nasty potion.
"I'm over here, Miss Granger." The voice came somewhere from the left. When she narrowed her eyes, she could distinguish the greasy-haired man.
"Seven past seven, that will be another five points from Gryffindor." Snape drawled, "I believe we have a record."
Hermione thought she wouldn't be safe in the Gryffindor's common room anymore after tonight.
"Follow me." Snape said, while he past her. Hermione almost had to run to catch up with him.
They descended the stairs to the dungeons, Snape's cloak billowing dramatically behind him. Hermione couldn't get used to the coldness of the dungeons.She also couldn't understand that the Slytherins weren't fed up living in the dark. She smiled when she pictured Malfoy, poor little rich boy, sleeping in a room where the mushrooms probably grew on the walls. 'Serves him right.' she thought.
When they arrived at the potions classroom, Snape turned around to face Hemione. "I've explained your tasks, you'll report at my office when you're ready.To make sure you're not going to use magic, I'm afraid you'll have to give me your wand." Snape whispered.
Hermione handed him her precious wand. "You may begin." Snape said with something that sounded like sarcastic amusement in his voice and he left.
Hermione opened the door and, making sure Snape was gone, groaned when she saw the huge amount of dirty cauldrons. She grabbed a sponge and started to scrub. Getting bored by the monotone sound of scrubbing, Hermione locked herself up in her thoughts.
"Great, Malfoy would probably burst out laughing again if he saw me scrubbing Snape's stupid cauldrons." the little voice said, "Stupid, big, fat ferret, can't even ward off a tiny spell. Great Death Eater he's becoming!" She smirked by the thought.
But then there was that other voice again that said: "But did you see that body!"
No matter how hard she tried, Hermione couldn't disagree with the thought. Ok, she could understand now why some girls could find Malfoy attractive: because of his body. Some girls?A whole bunch of them!
But why don't they see that his face is the kind you would like to slap? she thought. "Maybe because of his enchanting grey eyes?" the little voice suggested.
"Oh, put a sock in it!" she snapped aloud.
Hermione plunged from hot to cold, when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Shocked, she turned around to look in two giant green eyes. "Dobby?" she asked confused.
"Yes Miss, Dobby the house-elf!" Dobby replied smiling. Then his little face turned a little more serious. "Where does Dobby have to put a sock in?" he asked.
Hermione couldn't but grimace at the remark. "Nowhere, Dobby, I was just angry that I have detention." she said, " Professor Snape has given me more work than I can handle."
"But Miss Granger don't have to do all that work." Dobby grinned mischievous.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Dobby means that house-elves will do the work for Miss. It's gift from Dobby because Miss Granger tried to free Hogwarts elves."
Hermione smiled. "That would mean a lot to me, Dobby. And I'll make sure that you get an extra pair of socks for Christmas!"
That prospect made Dobby even more enthousiastic. He clapped his hands and after a few seconds a dozen of house-elves came running into the class. One of the elves took Hermione's hand and guided her to Snape's desk. The elf indicated that she had to sit down on his chair and another elf brought her something to eat.
'How did they know I was starving?' Hermione thought. While she started to eat, she saw the house-elves scrubbing the cauldrons, classifying Snapes potion ingredients and do all the other the things that she had to do.
They were quickly finished, but Hermione stayed an hour longer and put some dirt on her hands, not wanting to let the ugly bat suspect something.
When she thought she had enough of her detention, she went to Snape's office.
"Sir, I finished my duties." she said. Snape didn't seem to notice that she wasn't tired. In fact he didn't seem to notice her at all.
He stood with his back to her, one hand on his head. Hermione looked around, not knowing what to do.Then she noticed a trace of blood on the ground, leading from the door to Snape.
"Sir?" Hermione asked a little concerned.
Then Snape turned around, as if he heard her for the first time. Hermione startled when she saw Snape looking at her. Small strains of blood ran from his face and his lips where totally blue.
"Get out." Snape whispered.
"But sir..." Hermione said.
"GET OUT!" the potionmaster yelled.
Totally frightened, Hermione ran out of the dungeons, back to the light.
Ron was looking bored, it was the 5th time today that he had defeated Harry, playing wizards chess. "Really, Harry, you should practice. I can defeat you with my eyes closed." he sighed.
Harry smiled at the remark. "Ron, I wanna bet you for three galleons that I'm going to defeat you someday." Ron looked like it was his birthday. "Ok, that's a bet!"
They both looked at the portrait hole, when Hermione suddenly came rushing in.
"Hey 'Mione, where have you been?" Harry asked, when she saw them. "Yeah, it's already 7.00 pm. You've missed dinner." Ron added.
"It's what?!?" Hermione gasped. She looked at her boys in disbelief and ran back to the portrait hole. "She needs to learn what 'relax' means." Ron said, shaking his head.
"Oh my gosh, Snape's not going to like this!" Hermione murmured to herself while she ran some second years upside down. When she arrived at Snape's office, she softly knocked on the door.
"Enter." the familiar cold voice said. When she opened the door, she couldn't find Snape first because the whole office was filled with smoke. He was probably making some nasty potion.
"I'm over here, Miss Granger." The voice came somewhere from the left. When she narrowed her eyes, she could distinguish the greasy-haired man.
"Seven past seven, that will be another five points from Gryffindor." Snape drawled, "I believe we have a record."
Hermione thought she wouldn't be safe in the Gryffindor's common room anymore after tonight.
"Follow me." Snape said, while he past her. Hermione almost had to run to catch up with him.
They descended the stairs to the dungeons, Snape's cloak billowing dramatically behind him. Hermione couldn't get used to the coldness of the dungeons.She also couldn't understand that the Slytherins weren't fed up living in the dark. She smiled when she pictured Malfoy, poor little rich boy, sleeping in a room where the mushrooms probably grew on the walls. 'Serves him right.' she thought.
When they arrived at the potions classroom, Snape turned around to face Hemione. "I've explained your tasks, you'll report at my office when you're ready.To make sure you're not going to use magic, I'm afraid you'll have to give me your wand." Snape whispered.
Hermione handed him her precious wand. "You may begin." Snape said with something that sounded like sarcastic amusement in his voice and he left.
Hermione opened the door and, making sure Snape was gone, groaned when she saw the huge amount of dirty cauldrons. She grabbed a sponge and started to scrub. Getting bored by the monotone sound of scrubbing, Hermione locked herself up in her thoughts.
"Great, Malfoy would probably burst out laughing again if he saw me scrubbing Snape's stupid cauldrons." the little voice said, "Stupid, big, fat ferret, can't even ward off a tiny spell. Great Death Eater he's becoming!" She smirked by the thought.
But then there was that other voice again that said: "But did you see that body!"
No matter how hard she tried, Hermione couldn't disagree with the thought. Ok, she could understand now why some girls could find Malfoy attractive: because of his body. Some girls?A whole bunch of them!
But why don't they see that his face is the kind you would like to slap? she thought. "Maybe because of his enchanting grey eyes?" the little voice suggested.
"Oh, put a sock in it!" she snapped aloud.
Hermione plunged from hot to cold, when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Shocked, she turned around to look in two giant green eyes. "Dobby?" she asked confused.
"Yes Miss, Dobby the house-elf!" Dobby replied smiling. Then his little face turned a little more serious. "Where does Dobby have to put a sock in?" he asked.
Hermione couldn't but grimace at the remark. "Nowhere, Dobby, I was just angry that I have detention." she said, " Professor Snape has given me more work than I can handle."
"But Miss Granger don't have to do all that work." Dobby grinned mischievous.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Dobby means that house-elves will do the work for Miss. It's gift from Dobby because Miss Granger tried to free Hogwarts elves."
Hermione smiled. "That would mean a lot to me, Dobby. And I'll make sure that you get an extra pair of socks for Christmas!"
That prospect made Dobby even more enthousiastic. He clapped his hands and after a few seconds a dozen of house-elves came running into the class. One of the elves took Hermione's hand and guided her to Snape's desk. The elf indicated that she had to sit down on his chair and another elf brought her something to eat.
'How did they know I was starving?' Hermione thought. While she started to eat, she saw the house-elves scrubbing the cauldrons, classifying Snapes potion ingredients and do all the other the things that she had to do.
They were quickly finished, but Hermione stayed an hour longer and put some dirt on her hands, not wanting to let the ugly bat suspect something.
When she thought she had enough of her detention, she went to Snape's office.
"Sir, I finished my duties." she said. Snape didn't seem to notice that she wasn't tired. In fact he didn't seem to notice her at all.
He stood with his back to her, one hand on his head. Hermione looked around, not knowing what to do.Then she noticed a trace of blood on the ground, leading from the door to Snape.
"Sir?" Hermione asked a little concerned.
Then Snape turned around, as if he heard her for the first time. Hermione startled when she saw Snape looking at her. Small strains of blood ran from his face and his lips where totally blue.
"Get out." Snape whispered.
"But sir..." Hermione said.
"GET OUT!" the potionmaster yelled.
Totally frightened, Hermione ran out of the dungeons, back to the light.