Chapter Two
Potion Making With Professor Snape
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea and my damn computer.
Authors Note: Thank you for the beautiful reviews. Oh, and whoever told me to put the spaces between the paragraphs thanx a bunch, it looks way cleaner this way. Now if I could only trick the damn thing into making my quotations quotations instead of funny symbols.
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The rest of the week went by quickly, Hermione figured this was because she was dreading the coming weekend. Before she knew it Friday had come and went, and Hermione found herself sitting in the Three Broomsticks with Harry and Ron drinking warm butterbeer.
'You have to go and help Snape tonight don't you?' Harry asked.
Ron choked on his butterbeer and looked up at Hermione, 'I'd forgotten.'
'I hadn't,' Hermione said grimly.
'So don't go,' Ron said confidently, 'He can't make you help him.'
'It's for the order Ron,' Hermione exclaimed exasperatedly. 'I have to do it. I wouldn't feel right if I didn't do my part to help the order. Everyone else has done so much already. The only thing I've done is help clean out Head Quarters.'
'I feel the same way,' Ron admitted, 'But I still wouldn't go if I were you.'
'I just wouldn't feel right if I didn't go, this potion is probably very important if Snape asked me to help him with it.'
'You're a far better person than I am then,' Ron said shaking his head.
'So you are going to go then?' Harry asked.
'Yes, I feel as though I have to,' Hermione said solemnly.
'Well I guess it's your funeral then,' Harry said. 'Let's go to the shrieking shack,' he offered and then got really quiet. Hermione could tell that he missed Sirius.
'Ok, Harry,' Hermione said putting her hand on his. 'We can go up the hill if you want.'
They finished their butterbeer, and started moving towards the door, but stopped as professor Snape stepped in off the street.
Snape looked straight at Hermione who was standing only a few feet in front of him. 'Good day Miss Granger,' Snape inclined his head. 'Don't forget, my room at seven.'
'Yes professor,' she nodded and led Harry and Ron out into the street.
'What was that all about?' Ron asked once he was sure that Snape couldn't hear him.
'What?' Hermione asked, knowing full well that Ron knew all about Snape's potion.
'Good day Miss Granger,' Ron said in a mocking high pitched voice.
'Oh,' Hermione said looking down, 'I don't know. I didn't really notice.'
'Well, let's go up to the shack,' Harry said, starting up towards where it sat at the top of the hill.
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Hermione arrived in the potions room at seven sharp.
'I'm glad to see that you are punctual Miss Granger,' Snape said as he set a cauldron down on a table near the front of the room.
'Will you go into my store room and get a boomslang skin?' Snape asked her.
'Yes professor,' Hermione studied him. She didn't think he knew about the Boomslang skin that she had stolen from his stores to make a polyjuice potion in her second year. It didn't take her too long to find the boomslang skin, and she brought it out and set it down on the table next to the cauldron.
'In my office Miss Granger,' Snape said picking up his cauldron and putting it on his desk. 'We can't do this in one night, it will be much too in the way over there.'
Hermione picked up the Boomslang skin and brought it into Snape's office.
'You need to slice that up.' Snape gestured to the boomslang skin and handed Hermione a scalpel.
They remained silent for a long time, Hermione slicing the boomslang skin, and Snape prodding the flames under the cauldron with his wand to keep the heat even.
'Did you have a good time in the village this afternoon?' Snape grimaced as he questioned her.
Hermione looked up at him quizzically as she added the boomslang skin to the cauldron. 'Yes,' she answered reluctantly.
Snape nodded silently, 'We need eye of newt and dragon scales,' he informed her, and Hermione rose to get them. Snape stirred the potion until she got back, ingredients in hand. 'Grind the dragon scales into powder.' He handed her a marble bowl and pestle. Hermione obediently began to grind up the dragon scales.
After three hours of diligent potion making Snape closed the book which he had been consulting for the recipe. 'Well, that's all we can do tonight. It needs to simmer for twenty-four hours. You should meet me back in here tomorrow night, again at seven I think, we have to prepare some ingredients before we can add them into the potion at ten.'
Hermione nodded and got up from her seat to go to the door.
'Oh, and Miss Granger,' Snape said from the desk. Hermione looked up at him. 'Thank you,' he said.
Hermione nodded and said, 'Good night professor,' before heading back up to Gryffindor Tower.
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That night as Hermione lay in bed trying to go to sleep, she thought of the events of the day. When she'd returned to Gryffindor Tower, she found the common room empty. This had disappointed her, she'd rather hoped that Harry and Ron would wait up for her.
In any case, she was in no fit state to go to bed. Snape's words kept reverberating in her mind, 'Thank you.'
Potion Making With Professor Snape
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea and my damn computer.
Authors Note: Thank you for the beautiful reviews. Oh, and whoever told me to put the spaces between the paragraphs thanx a bunch, it looks way cleaner this way. Now if I could only trick the damn thing into making my quotations quotations instead of funny symbols.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The rest of the week went by quickly, Hermione figured this was because she was dreading the coming weekend. Before she knew it Friday had come and went, and Hermione found herself sitting in the Three Broomsticks with Harry and Ron drinking warm butterbeer.
'You have to go and help Snape tonight don't you?' Harry asked.
Ron choked on his butterbeer and looked up at Hermione, 'I'd forgotten.'
'I hadn't,' Hermione said grimly.
'So don't go,' Ron said confidently, 'He can't make you help him.'
'It's for the order Ron,' Hermione exclaimed exasperatedly. 'I have to do it. I wouldn't feel right if I didn't do my part to help the order. Everyone else has done so much already. The only thing I've done is help clean out Head Quarters.'
'I feel the same way,' Ron admitted, 'But I still wouldn't go if I were you.'
'I just wouldn't feel right if I didn't go, this potion is probably very important if Snape asked me to help him with it.'
'You're a far better person than I am then,' Ron said shaking his head.
'So you are going to go then?' Harry asked.
'Yes, I feel as though I have to,' Hermione said solemnly.
'Well I guess it's your funeral then,' Harry said. 'Let's go to the shrieking shack,' he offered and then got really quiet. Hermione could tell that he missed Sirius.
'Ok, Harry,' Hermione said putting her hand on his. 'We can go up the hill if you want.'
They finished their butterbeer, and started moving towards the door, but stopped as professor Snape stepped in off the street.
Snape looked straight at Hermione who was standing only a few feet in front of him. 'Good day Miss Granger,' Snape inclined his head. 'Don't forget, my room at seven.'
'Yes professor,' she nodded and led Harry and Ron out into the street.
'What was that all about?' Ron asked once he was sure that Snape couldn't hear him.
'What?' Hermione asked, knowing full well that Ron knew all about Snape's potion.
'Good day Miss Granger,' Ron said in a mocking high pitched voice.
'Oh,' Hermione said looking down, 'I don't know. I didn't really notice.'
'Well, let's go up to the shack,' Harry said, starting up towards where it sat at the top of the hill.
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Hermione arrived in the potions room at seven sharp.
'I'm glad to see that you are punctual Miss Granger,' Snape said as he set a cauldron down on a table near the front of the room.
'Will you go into my store room and get a boomslang skin?' Snape asked her.
'Yes professor,' Hermione studied him. She didn't think he knew about the Boomslang skin that she had stolen from his stores to make a polyjuice potion in her second year. It didn't take her too long to find the boomslang skin, and she brought it out and set it down on the table next to the cauldron.
'In my office Miss Granger,' Snape said picking up his cauldron and putting it on his desk. 'We can't do this in one night, it will be much too in the way over there.'
Hermione picked up the Boomslang skin and brought it into Snape's office.
'You need to slice that up.' Snape gestured to the boomslang skin and handed Hermione a scalpel.
They remained silent for a long time, Hermione slicing the boomslang skin, and Snape prodding the flames under the cauldron with his wand to keep the heat even.
'Did you have a good time in the village this afternoon?' Snape grimaced as he questioned her.
Hermione looked up at him quizzically as she added the boomslang skin to the cauldron. 'Yes,' she answered reluctantly.
Snape nodded silently, 'We need eye of newt and dragon scales,' he informed her, and Hermione rose to get them. Snape stirred the potion until she got back, ingredients in hand. 'Grind the dragon scales into powder.' He handed her a marble bowl and pestle. Hermione obediently began to grind up the dragon scales.
After three hours of diligent potion making Snape closed the book which he had been consulting for the recipe. 'Well, that's all we can do tonight. It needs to simmer for twenty-four hours. You should meet me back in here tomorrow night, again at seven I think, we have to prepare some ingredients before we can add them into the potion at ten.'
Hermione nodded and got up from her seat to go to the door.
'Oh, and Miss Granger,' Snape said from the desk. Hermione looked up at him. 'Thank you,' he said.
Hermione nodded and said, 'Good night professor,' before heading back up to Gryffindor Tower.
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That night as Hermione lay in bed trying to go to sleep, she thought of the events of the day. When she'd returned to Gryffindor Tower, she found the common room empty. This had disappointed her, she'd rather hoped that Harry and Ron would wait up for her.
In any case, she was in no fit state to go to bed. Snape's words kept reverberating in her mind, 'Thank you.'