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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic	By : Kyizi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

Author: Kyizi

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related items do not belong to me. Only the Story and it's related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.

Title belongs to Sting.

Rating: PG-13 for the moment, although it will likely be raised for later chapters.

Spoilers: Philosopher's Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire and Order of the Phoenix.

Distribution: Please ask, the answer will likely be yes.

Feedback: As always. This is my first ever Snape/Hermione fic, and likely my only one. This is at the request of Stevie-Jane, I hope you all enjoy.

E-mail: Kyizifanfic@hotmail.com

Yahoo! Groups: Kyizific

Notes: I haven't read much Snape/Hermione, but I wanted to give it a go. Enjoy.

Important Notes:

#1: I decided that I wanted Hermione to be 18 when she would have been going into her seventh year. Therefore, since we know Hermione's birthday is in September, but, to my knowledge, we don't actually know how old she is, I'm making her have turned 12 the September of her first year.

#2: Also, despite the fact that the HP Lexicon states otherwise, my Professor Vector is a man. I started writing him that way, and I'm keeping him that way.

Dedication: To Stevie-Jane. I hope you like it, sweetie.

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Part One: In the Eyes of the Beholder

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Hermione Granger, Hogwarts' Professor. It just didn't seem quite real. She sighed and glanced at her reflection. Is this what a Hogwarts' Professor looks like? she wondered, knowing that it didn't really work like that. It didn't matter what she looked like. Each of her professors were unique, there was no one way to look; nothing that branded you a teacher. The truth was, there was no definition of a Hogwarts' professor, and yet she still felt the need for a change.

The last thing she needed was for everyone to associate her with the bushy-haired bookworm they had known for the last six years. She needed for the professors to treat her with respect as a colleague, and the students to respect her as a member of staff. And she just knew that it was the latter that would be the harder part.

Oh, my God, I'm going to be a teacher!

Part of her still didn't want to believe it, despite the fact that she had spent the last two years preparing for and working toward it. Two years. She had been lying to her best friends for yea years. She had been lying ever since the end of her fifth year. It may have only been a year for them, but it was two for her.

Wracked with guilt, Hermione sat down on her bed. She had wanted to tell them from the start, but Professor Dumbledore had sworn her to secrecy. The only people who knew were Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall and the relevant people at the Ministry of Magic had found out that summer when she had applied and passed her exams. But she hated it.

She knew that it was best that no one knew, but she just hated that Ron and Harry would feel so betrayed. They had pleaded with her constantly throughout their sixth year to ease up, to stop studying so much. Ron knew that she had spent most of her summer studying furiously and he couldn't understand why she still had so much to learn. Everyone knew that Hermione Granger was the bookworm that would learn anything she could get her hands on, but he was at a loss to understand why she was killing herself for schoolwork she should have learned over the summer. And how could she explain that she had until June to complete her sixth and seventh year, and until August to get her teaching degree, when it was meant to be a secret?

Hermione sighed again and glanced at the pieces of parchment on her desk. She walked across the room, and picked them up, smiling in spite of her guilt. The top piece was her Hogwarts Graduation paper, the second her teaching qualification, which she had spent the last year, plus all of her summer working for, although the time turner had prolonged her study by over a year. A year. She was a year older than her friends were, in fact two, if she included her third year with the time turner, and they didn't even know it. Not only that, but she was a teacher, a qualified teacher.

It still grated her that she had missed the one-hundred-and-thirty percent goal she had set herself by less than one percent, but she had done a three-year course, along with her sixth and seventh years, in two years, so that appeased her somewhat. But less than one percent. It still annoyed her.

Turning to the last piece of parchment, in her hand, Hermione grinned, her eyes scanning the already memorised text. Dumbledore's elegant hand seemed to make it more real than her certificate, as she re-read the letter again.

Dear Miss Granger,

Having received a copy of your teaching qualifications, I would like now, to formally request that which we have pervasively discussed in person. I would like to officially offer you the position of Professor of Arithmancy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, starton ton the 24^th August.

In anticipation of your acceptance, with respect to our previous discussions, I have enclosed your class schedule for the year ahead, and would like to request you submit your lesson plans as soon as possible.

Welcome to Hogwarts, Professor Granger. I look forward to working with you.

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

She placed the letters back on her desk, knowing her own sentimentality would have her taking them with her to Hogwarts, and also knowing that it would help to have them there. Just in case she ever felt the need to reassure herself that it was not, in fact, a dream. Still smiling to herself, Hermione turned to the mirror once more, deciding that she was definitely in the mood for a change.

Minerva smirked. "You'll see."

"Minerva," he said warningly.

"Get a move on, Severus. I'll go in first to keep up appearances. See you in a minute." She turned her back on him and held her hand out to the painting of Isis, saying, "Open Sesame", and entered the staff room. He growled and followed after her, throwing open the door spectacularly only to have it hit him a moment later as he stood frozen in the doorway.

He didn't know what she'd done, but it was definitely her. There was no mistaking that voice. It was his worst nightmare and she was staring right at him, and what had she done to herself? She looked�no he wasn't even going to finish that thought. She was a child.

"Ah, Severus," Dumbledore said with an annoying twinkle in his eyes that caused Snape to glare at him. "I believe you know Professor Granger."

Professor? It's a conspiracy. Someone up there hates me.

"Please, Severus, take a seat," Dumbledore continued, and all he could do was obey. "We were just about to get started. First of all, I would like to introduce the new staff to you all. This is Tera Cleaver," he said, and a small wisp of a woman nodded at them, causing her short flighty hair to wave in the wind as if it were made of fluff. "She is our new Defence Against the Dark Arts Teacher."

Oh, it's definitely a conspiracy, Severus thought angrily. They won't give me the post because Voldemort will expect me to use it to his advantage, but they'll give it to a girl who looks like she'd wet her pants if she got anywhere near a fairy, never mind a werewolf or a Hymbree.

"And I'm sure you are all aware of who Professor Granger is."

"Unfortunately," he couldn't help himself from muttering, but instantly regretted it as a pointy shoe made painful contact with his shin. Minerva had one hell of a kick.

"Due to the fact that she was little challenged by her work load, we have been helping Miss Granger over the last year to finish her studies early so that she may, in turn, help her students through teaching. As you are likely aware, Professor Vector will no longer be with us due to him allegiances."

Snape instantly realised that he had been kept in the dark for a long time. Since finding out and handing over the information that Vector was the inside leak within Hogwarts over a year ago, he had wondered what had been happening, as nothing seemed to have changed. It appeared now that he had been mistaken. Things had been changing, he was simply being left in the dark. Again. And now he had that annoying Granger girl in his face every day. Knowing his luck, she would have Vector's old rooms, placing her closer to his quarters than he was entirely comfortable with.

He glanced at the girl again, still rather struck by the difference her, now straight, hair made to her appearance. She had always looked like a little girl, despite the fact that she would be turning eighteen soon. The difference made by her new look, not to mention her form hugging robes, that Severus could make out despite the fact that she was sitting at the table, she looked more of a young woman than he would have ever given her credit for.

"I hope that you will make them both feel at home."
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