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The New Life	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: well, here I am again. This story has been bothering me for months now, and I've finally decided to type it out and post it. Please tell me what you guys think, I'd appreciate it. A lot. Have fun

The morning after

I feel the sunlight beating against my face, illuminating the state between sleep and waking. My head already feels like it’s about to explode. I groan. This does not prove to be a good morning.

I reach out a hand to draw the curtains closed on my four-poster. I miss. I try again. And miss again. Crap. I fear I’m going to have to open my eyes.

Reluctantly, I open one. The sunlight enters through my pupil and proceeds to beat against the inside of my skull. I groan again. I desperately need an anti-hangover potion. And I needed it yesterday.

It takes my eyes a little time to adjust, but once they have, I find there are no curtains on my bed to draw shut. Well, there are, but that’s not the bed I’m in at the moment. A quick scan of the room tells me I’m probably in London. The Leaky Cauldron to be exact.

I try to remember why I might be in London, for as far as I know, I spent last night in the Hog’s Head for a drink. I come up blank. The only thing I remember about the night before is that I didn’t spend it alone. By the way my body feels, disregarding the pounding in my head, it had been very good, but for the life of me, I can’t remember who I have been with.

From the emptiness of the bed I gather she hadn’t planned on waking up next to little old me. Whoever she is, I don’t blame her. She isn’t the first woman to have fled the room while I was still asleep, and she probably won’t be the last. I am not one to get my knickers in a bunch over it.

I have dug myself a hole, albeit under order, and I am prepared to lie in it. I’d just rather lie in it with some beautiful woman drunk enough to join me. As long as there is alcohol, I’m just fine with it.

Dragging myself out of the lumpy bed is hard, but I manage. I spot several items of clothing strewn across the floor, most of which mine of course. Though I doubt I would ever wear something as lacy as I find half kicked under the bed. I pick it up, and suspect my mystery woman had left without her knickers. I bring the garment up to my nose and smell it. There is nothing better than the scent of a woman aroused. I find her bra hanging from the doorknob. Curious, very curious indeed. I like this woman already.

A trip to the bathroom, however, makes me hate her. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I don’t like it. My neck and shoulders are an assorted mess of purples and browns with a slight tinge of yellow and my back has that distinct ‘mauled by a werewolf’ look.

I take a quick shower before gathering my clothes (and her undergarments) and apparating.

I appear near the gates and run up the grounds towards the castle. What a way to start my first official day as headmaster. If I don’t hurry, I’ll be late for the staff-meeting I myself have called. I will never hear the end of it if I am.

Thankful about the fact that the students have yet to arrive, I take the stairs two at a time. I feel mightily out of place and very much out of character when exhibiting anything other than my usual stalk, but I don’t really care. Though I must admit I am lucky to encounter only one other staff member on my way up, and I’m sure I’ll be able to bully that smirk off Remus’ face later.

Up in my quarters, I quickly shimmy out of my muggle jeans and my brand new Slytherin green dress shirt, which seems to have lost the better part of its buttons, and change into my teaching robes. Though I am not the professor anymore, I will always be a Potions Master, and I will dress accordingly while in function.

As I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment, I feel a little more like myself. Or maybe the vast amount of hangover potions I just downed have something to do with that. After one last glance, I open the door to my office and stalk in, robes billowing behind me.

My sudden appearance does nothing to faze the staff. They are happily chattering away about their summers and other inane things. The only person giving me any sign he notices me is Remus who awards me with a generous smile. I touch his shoulder lightly in acknowledgement as I pass.

I settle myself behind my desk and watch them interact. I see Potter in an animated conversation with Poppy and Remus is having his ears talked off by Pomona. I have an overwhelming urge to smile.

This place has really turned around in the last few years. Even my own heart feels lighter nowadays. Apparently dying does that to people. And without the weight of two masters pressing down on me, I have to say everything seems a lot sunnier from where I’m sitting.

Something is wrong with my staff. I do a quick headcount. Remus jumps up as I wave him over, seemingly glad to be out of his conversation.

“Where is Granger?” I ask him. He merely shrugs.

I hear footsteps running up the revolving staircase outside my office door. A loud thud stuns my staff into silence.

“Shit”

A muttered curse from the other side of the door makes my hair stand on end, though I have no clue as to why it would. With a small nod I send Remus to go check on her.

With a flourish my deputy headmaster opens the door and pulls the fallen witch to her feet. He leads her into the room while I move around my desk to lean against it with my arms folded across my chest.

“No worries people, our golden girl in unharmed. ” Remus jokes and the girl is met with laughter. I only frown.

“And late” I add. I notice my new potions mistress freeze and flush. Ha, do I still scare her after all these years? Have I ever scared her? I doubt it. Let’s just chuck it up to shame, shall we?

“Do take a seat, professor. We have waited long enough for your arrival. ”

Like many of my male colleagues, my eyes follow her across the room. I painstakingly admit to myself she looks a lot better than I do in the traditional potions robes. Where they make me seem superior and imposing, they give her an air of gracefulness and beauty. I can’t think of anyone I know who looks better than she does.

The moment she sits, I launch off into my lecture. Minerva has given them the same one several times over the summer, and now it’s my turn. I am on auto-pilot, that’s how familiar I am with the words.

While speaking, I once again marvel over the ease with which the board of governors had been overthrown. It had taken Minerva two years to get all of us where she needed us to be, but only a fortnight to actually make the move.

She had placed me in her seat as headmaster, and I in my turn had replaced some of the professors, namely myself, the DADA position, and of course, Sybil, though the cock-eyed old cow still thinks I generously sent her on an early retirement in the Bahamas. I’m just glad to be rid of her.

I had taken on Remus as my deputy headmaster myself, and when Minerva had proposed the Granger girl for my own position, I had no choice but to agree. We had to educate someone almost three times as fast as what it usually took to become a master, and there was just no one else we knew of who would’ve been able to do it.

Though I’m still protesting Potter’s appointment, I do see the sense of it. Who better to help us gain support in the new regime at the school than two thirds of the golden trio? Only the idiocy of Weasley saved me from having the full set. I don’t mind one bit. I’m sure I wouldn’t have survived them all.

I pause to enforce a point, leaning back into the desk. Once I place my arms behind me on the surface, I glance around the room. Big mistake.

The sound of Potter choking on his tea reaches my ears, and from the corner of my eyes I see Granger flush at least five shades of red. Remus catches my eye and touches his collar. In the mirror behind him I see my mistake. I have forgotten to glamour my neck. I shift my position to hide the marks and continue my speech, seemingly unfazed.

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