AN: Dodges sharp objects Yes, I know I told you that I'd be writing more right after camp; I also know that I'm a couple of weeks behind schedule! My inner muse has been on extended leave, so I'm trying to write this without him around, he's so dead when he gets back! Hope you enjoy this chapter! I apologize for it being so short, but I'm out of ideas right now.
Of Potions and Potions Masters
Chapter Four: Anger and Chocolate Frogs
Hermione stormed down the stairs, fuming as she went, this was entirely his fault and he was going to pay dearly for what had happened to her. Her anger built as she took one step after another, leading her down to the cool depths of the Hogwarts dungeons.
She had so many things she wanted to call him, some of them not in the English dictionary, so many hexes she would willingly put on him for what he had done.
"Professor Snape I would like a word please!" Hermione growled as she banged on the door to his office. The door creaked open to reveal the tall man sitting behind his desk, looking intently at her.
"What is it Miss Granger?" he asked impatiently, "I am very busy grading these papers, and if I would like to get to bed at a decent hour tonight I shouldn't be interrupted."
"You are the only person that could have done it!" Hermione growled at him setting the cracked glass swan in front of him on the desk, "You're the only other person that knows the password to my private rooms! And you can't tell me somebody guessed that my password is 'Coco Puffs'!"
"Miss Granger," Snape started with his practiced sneer, "why would I go into your rooms and break your little swan figurine? Did you not think to use repairo on it?"
It took a few seconds for Snape's logic to sink in, and a few more for her breathing to settle before she sank into the chair opposite his desk, "The swan was a gift from Fred Weasley, it's protected against all magic, trying to repair it won't work." She wasn't going to explain the deal of friendship made between her and Fred, a deal which was something the Potions Master didn't need to know, it was something that still brought her to tears when she thought about it.
Sure enough, she could feel them coming on, she tried to get up and leave the room before Professor Snape caught her crying, but the tears started before she could get up out of the chair.
"Please don't cry for the fate of your glass bird," Snape said picking up the small piece of glass off the table, "I will fix it and have it back to you in the morning."
Hermione nodded, and pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket; she whipped her eyes and forced a smile, "Thank you for your kindness Professor, I apologize for assuming you were the one that broke it."
"Apology accepted," Snape said and pulled something out of his robes, "take this, it will help you feel better." He handed her the small box before she left the room. She looked down at what Professor Snape had left in her hand. It was a chocolate frog, made from dark chocolate.
After climbing the stairs to her room, Hermione opened the box to get her prize. It was the best chocolate frog she ever had.