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Umbridge stood up abruptly, her chair scraping dramatically across the wooden floor. All heads in the hall turned to the professor, whose eyes were wide with determination. Hannah couldn't quite decipher where her eyes were fixed, although she was hoping to Merlin that it wasn't her. After several more determined strides down the aisle adjacent the Slytherin table, the woman came to a halt, directly behind Pansy Parkinson. Pansy turned around precipitously, with the breath of the professor blowing down her neck. There was an obvious moment of confusion between the two Slytherins, before suddenly, Umbridge lunged herself into Pansy, engaging in a very forced passionate kiss. A bark of laughter emitted from the Gryffindor table, as Fred and George banged the table heartedly with amusement. The kiss continued as Pansy struggled to push the drugged professor away, until finally she managed to shove the woman onto the floor, with that she ran out of the Great Hall, her hands covering her face. Umbridge fumbled back onto her feet, running out of the Great Hall after her. "No, Pansy, come back! Please, I love you!" Fred turned to George, lifting his hand onto his brother's shoulder.
"That, my dear clone, is why you should never get an emotional attachment to someone."
"Because someone always gets hurt in the end." George added, laughing at the old bat.

After the laughter died down from the Great Hall, assisted by Dumbledore's call for silence, Fred and George gave a massive thumbs up to Hannah from the Gryffindor table. Hannah ducked her head with embarrassment. So much for subtlety.

That night when Hannah finally arrived back into Snape's quarters, Snape was sitting, his elbow on his desk, his hand resting on his forehead. He looked up at Hannah as she entered. "Do you have something to say for yourself?" He drawled, his eyes showing, not anger, but disappointment.
"Ah, you caught on then?" Hannah mused, not necessarily bothered by his knowledge.
"I always notice when my ingredients go missing, Miss Byron, nor are your friends necessarily subtle." Snape emphasised his disgust on the word 'friends'.
"I don't disagree. They were worried about me giving it away."
"What did you expect, scheming with Gryffindors? You should know better than to mix with them." Snape had a sneer plastered on his face.
"Prejudice doesn't suit you outside of the classroom, sir." Hannah looked sincerely at the professor.
"How so?" His eyes narrowed onto the girl.
"Considering everybody else is, you're not prejudiced towards me outside of class." Hannah continued to look at the professor. His eyes showed the slightest bit of emotion for a second, before turning to his usual hollow look.
"Yes, but you're not an idiot."
"You seemed to think so before giving me a chance. That's what I'm doing."
"I can assure you that the Weasley twins are bad company."
"Different people have different perspectives." Hannah never let her glare falter, until she noticed the look of defeat on Snape's face. Snape sighed inwardly.
"As suitable as I found your actions, Miss Byron, I've still been assigned with the task of brewing a love potion antidote for Umbridge. I'd appreciate your assistance." Snape's face was now calmer than it was previously.
"Just poison her, sir." Hannah replied, honestly.
"As much as I don't detest the idea, I require my job. I'm also aware that the potion used wasn't a common love potion, therefore I need you to enlighten me with how the potion was brewed, as I don't have a sample on me currently." Hannah nodded her head in response.
"I'll be back." She replied, before heading back into her rooms to get changed.

Hannah spent the next hour helping Snape brew an antidote, with her kitten perched on her shoulder. "I honestly don't understand how you get that thing to sit like that." Snape drawled, nodding toward the kitten.
"It's surprising how much simply caring for something can result in their respect and obedience." Hannah retorted.
"I wouldn't know." Snape remarked, slightly under his breath.
"You're obviously not thinking about it hard enough." Snape looked taken aback for a moment, before lowering his head back on to the antidote, as he added the last ingredient to the cauldron. After hovering over the cauldron silently for a moment, Snape wordlessly headed to his desk, where he read over the many sheets of parchment, including the one with OOTP WP written on top. Feeling dismissed, Hannah went to her room, where she laid in bed, thinking.

Hours later, still no sleep, Hannah felt compelled to go back into Snape's lounge, where he most likely would still be awake. Snape's head snapped up at the sound of the creaking door. "Yes?" He asked, his drawl absent from being slightly startled.
"Was wondering if I could have a sleeping draught, sir." Hannah replied in a near whisper.
"I think you've taken enough potions in the past few days, I wouldn't want to poison you." His drawl had returned, as he focused his attention back on the cauldron which laid in front of him.
"It's a bit late to be brewing, don't you think?" Hannah asked, more out of concern for his sleeping patterns.
"I would've done it earlier if I didn't have to brew an antidote." Snape voice leaked with irritation.
"Sorry." Hannah replied, before heading back to her door.
"Stay." The tone in Snape's voice left no room for argument. Hannah stood at her door for a moment, before turning back to Snape. "I want to show you something."

Hannah stood next to Snape, before a bench covered with potion ingredients and parchment. Snape pointed at the piece of parchment with "OOTP WP" on top. "Have you heard of Wolfsbane potion, Miss Byron?"
"I've read about it."
"Very well, I thought I'd show you how to brew it, considering you have adequate potioneering skills."
"Why exactly do you need to brew a Wolfsbane potion?" Hannah felt idiotic asking, but curiosity controlled her.
"Someone in the Order requires it." Snape drawled.
"The Order, sir?"
"Order of the Phoenix. Secret organization fighting against Voldemort." Snape relayed the information with full trust.
"I thought you were a Death Eater?"
"I trust that you won't relay this information to anyone?" Hannah nodded in response. "I am. But I trust you can determine where my loyalties lie." Hannah didn't hesitate to believe his loyalties were with the order. A true Death Eater wouldn't take in a random school girl out of sympathy.
"What's he like, sir? Voldemort?" Hannah asked, feeling as though she were walking on thin ice.
"He's not somebody I would fuck with to the extent of fighting with and against him."
"I take it he's a lovely man, then." Hannah replied, sarcastically.
"Charming." Snape added, relieved Hannah hadn't flinched over his profanity.

Hannah watched as Snape brewed the potion. His precision and speed made Hannah feel completely redundant as his assistant. His eyes never moved from the task in front of him, his face entirely impassive. The complexity of the potion bewildered Hannah, although she barely managed to follow along. A full two hours later, Snape's attention moved from the potion, his face dripping with sweat and condensation. "Holy shit." Hannah managed to voice after witnessing the most intense potion making she had ever laid eyes on.
"Admirable remark." Snape commented drily, accompanied with a smirk. "Tired yet?"
"Admittedly." Hannah replied.
"Very well, best to try sleep." With that, Hannah turned back into her room, where her dreams changed from bad, to worse.

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