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Chapter 5 Excuses
Hermione felt trapped. Harry and Ron were both staring at her, Harry inquisitively and Ron accusingly. Answers ran through her mind, but she discarded many of them for being truly outrageous or too close to the truth.
"Oh Ron, don't you know that I've been having a torrid affair with professor Snape for years? Honestly, what do you think I was doing in there? I had a question about the holiday homework and I thought that I'd ask him about it, now that he's answered it I can be sure that I have my assignment done just right. What about you, have you finished it yet?"
Ron's ears went completely scarlet. Before he could answer the door opened and professor Snape stepped into the hall.
"Now Ms. Granger, you may as well tell them, they'll know soon anyway."
He wasn't going to tell them was he? No, he'd just given his word not a minute ago. He wouldn't…would he?
"Fine, if you won't tell them, I will. I asked Ms. Granger to come to discuss the possibility of becoming a lab assistant to me and she has accepted the position."
Hermione's jaw dropped and she gaped at him. What did he just say?
"They were going to find out anyway, being my assistant means helping me with potions and other things of that nature twice a week, so close your mouth already before you catch a bloody fly." With that, Professor Snape glided away.
"Holy hell Hermione, why would you do such a thing?" Ron looked incredulous, whereas Harry looked only mildly concerned.
"How are you going to do give up two nights a week and still keep up with all the studying you do?" Harry asked, "You don't have another time-turner do you?"
"Of course not Harry, I'll have to work it out somehow. I already agreed to do it."
"But why Hermione"? Ron asked once again.
"I figured it would be good experience for me in case I decided to be a healer once school was over. This way, I can brew my own potions and not have to wonder about the potency or whether or not the person who brewed it did so correctly. It will take a load off of my mind."
"I thought that you'd be an auror like me and Harry, Mione. Isn't it what we always planned on doing?"
Suddenly, the pressure from the past few days, and the tumultuous last few minutes seemed to be too much for her. What she needed was some time to be alone.
"No, Ron. That's what you two decided we would do. I've had enough war and battles in my life. I don't want my profession to make me deal with things of that nature. And I've told you before, I detest that horrid nickname you gave me. My name is Hermione, not Mione, Hermione!" With that she pushed past the boys and walked away but not before hearing Ron and Harry's last words.
"What do you think is wrong with her, Harry?"
"Dunno, Ron, maybe she didn't sleep well."
"Maybe it's her time of the month, Ginny gets really bitchy round that time too."
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Severus Snape was enjoying a cup of Earl Grey when Hermione stormed past him. As she walked by him, he felt her hand bump his and a piece of parchment was pushed into his hand.
Parlor, five minutes.
He checked his watch and decided she could wait a little longer than five minutes. He wanted to enjoy his tea. Just as the thought crossed his mind, the disagreeable duo, as he liked to call them, entered the room. He barely suppressed a sigh. Now there was no way he could enjoy his tea. He set the cup down with a resounding smack and pushed his chair back. As he got up, he felt a few bones pop and he rolled his eyes. He was getting far too old to still be in the Order, and far too old to be a spy.
He considered blowing their little meeting off, but his bloody conscience wouldn't allow it. She was in a bad situation and maybe it was the still naïve part of him, but he wanted to help, so if she was willing to talk, damn it he would listen.
A/N: I'll update more later. Hope you enjoyed this.
