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What a Beautiful Curse COMPLETE	By : Talented_Mrs_Lupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12102 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione smiled sadly as the family members of Ira Mooringstone mourned the loss of their father, cousin, brother and husband. Hermione had been working for the Mooringstone family for the last six months until he finally died. Once the wake moved in to the family’s sitting room and everyone was sharing their ‘I remember when’ stories Hermione made her way to the bedroom she’d been using and started to pack. The summer after the battle Hermione went back to school, finished her N.E.W.T’s and then graduated and spent the next year living amongst muggles in America just to get away from the reporters and the memories. It was there she went ahead with her schooling and became a very good, caring and knowledgeable Medi-Witch. Three years after leaving England she finally made her way home again and got to work at Saint Mungo’s in her own department, the Hospice Office. The idea of a Hospice worker was something completely unheard of in the wizarding world, the sick and elderly were often sent to the hospital and forgotten but Hermione tried it and it ended up taking off. She had three people working under her, Luna Lovegood (who also owned The Quibbler), Padma Patil and Neville Longbottom, and the team was going to need a new person soon. She was always busy with new patients, checking on her team in their work areas and trying to take patients herself.
“How was the funeral?” Luna asked as she walked in to the office the day after the funeral “And you have eight new patient hopefuls”
“Funeral was a funeral” Hermione answered “And I am hiring Percy Weasley to work in the office so I can continue to take patients”
“Percy?” Luna raised her brows “Wow”
“You don’t mind, do you?” Hermione asked “You did tell me that you didn’t want the position, Padma and Ronald are trying to start a family and Neville is still studying to be a full-fledged Herbologist”
“No, it’s fine” Luna said “But in all honesty, of all the people in the wizarding world I never would have thought you’d be able to stand him long enough to work with him”
“It is true that Percy and I are never going to get married and have ten children” Hermione said and Luna smirked “But I trust his ability in efficient work, his desire to run a smooth workspace and his abilities to do the job placed before him...plus, with his lack of being able to get a job at the ministry he needs the money”
“But...won’t you lose your position as our boss?” Padma, who’d been listening, asked from her desk.
“I’ll be taking on an assistant” Hermione answered “I’ll still be in charge I just won’t have to physically be in the office as much” She shrugged “He’s already trained and will be starting tomorrow”
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Hermione lived in a small flat by herself. She had lost Crookshanks a few months back and couldn’t work up the heart to get another animal. It was all for the best anyway, less ties to the apartment for her meant that she could take a case any time and could be gone for long periods of time without worrying too much. She had told her teammates, as she liked to call them, that she’d only take the truly difficult cases but she had to admit that her life was a lonely one. She really should take more cases and then maybe she wouldn’t drink a bottle of wine when she was home and end up wondering where her life became so...blah.
“Hermione!” Ginny bounced in to the room with a big smile “I have a bottle of sweet, red wine and we should get drunk and talk about my latest fuck-buddies!”
“Sounds like a good night” Hermione said dropping her stuff and going to her room to get dressed in some PJ’s.
“Hermione” Ginny was watching her from the doorway “You really are sexy” She licked her lips “When are you going to let me go down on you?”
“When I become so desperate that I want to have sex with a woman” Hermione answered “And not a moment before then”
“But I could make you cum before I even finished tracing out the letters of my name” Ginny pouted “Come on...please?” She whined.
“Ginny” Hermione said in warning, she was accepting of the fact that the red-head was a bit of a slut and that she’d shag anyone no matter the sex, she did have a bit of a problem always being the one being hit on.
“Alright” She walked in and handed her some mail “This was waiting on your window-sill when I got in”
“Thank you” Hermione said with a sigh.
Dear Miss Granger,
My aunt is very elderly and is in the last stages of her life. With school starting in less than a week I cannot be here for her anymore, I am looking for someone who I can trust to stay with her and your name came up repeatedly. I trust Narcissa Malfoy very much and her insistence that you were very good with Lucius in his last year made me write this letter. I hope to hear some good news from you soon as I need to leave no later than August twenty-sixth to get ready for school.
Sincerely,
Severus Snape.
Hermione stared at the letter for a few disbelieving moments before she carefully refolded it and looked at the calendar seeing that she only had two more days left before he left for the school. She placed the letter on the desk and followed Ginny in to living room and sat on the couch while she poured them each a glass. Hermione told her all about the house she’d stayed in, what the family was like and all about the cute nephew that had been hitting on her until he realized that he wasn’t in the Will and then disappeared. Ginny in turn told her all about touring Canada and then America with the Holy-Head Harpies and all the hot men and women she’d shagged while there. Then they talked about the future for each girl, Ginny worried that Hermione was spending too much time with ‘dying old people’ and not enough time with eligible bachelors. Hermione told her that she sounded like her mother and Ginny answered by telling her not to worry too much about not finding Mr. Right because Percy would likely be single his whole life so if she got too lonely and trailed off after that. Hermione was horrified.
But then it was her turn to be worried about Ginny. The girl had been on the Quidditch Team for the last three years after trying to get on the team for almost two years. She went from country to country and slept her way through all of her fans and then some. Hermione wanted her to settle down already, just like Molly did, but she didn’t have the balls to truthfully tell her that so she kept it as a joke between the two of them. She kind of assumed that Harry and Ginny would end up together but much to Lucius Malfoy’s horror (before he died from a curse he took in the final battle) his only son finally opened up about his sexual interests in the boy-who-lived and to everyone’s surprise Harry felt the same way.
“So” Ginny said when they lapsed in to silence at about one in the morning “I head out with the team in two weeks for a tour in Africa”
“That’s great” Hermione said “You should check out some of the local wizarding history there, I heard it’s really fascinating”
“Not really my thing, you know that” Ginny said with a laugh as she took a swig from the wine bottle before handing it to Hermione “But I’ll look around and find something interesting for you”
“Yeah” Hermione said with an eye-roll because the last time she ‘got her something’ it was a necklace that was absolutely beautiful but charmed to make all men that looked at her want to have sex with her. It had been pretty awkward when Ronald had hit on her in front of his wife, weird when Arthur suggested she ‘sit on his lap and tell him what she wanted for Christmas’ and it was devastatingly embarrassing when both Draco and Harry were kissing her neck and touching her inappropriately suggesting that they go to bed. Finally, Ginny told her what was going on with it (all the while laughing her ass off) and Hermione took it off and vowed never to wear it again.
“So, what was in that letter?” Ginny asked “The one I gave you earlier”
“Oh” Hermione sighed and told her what it said. She’d been going over it in her head all night and wondering what it was that she was going to do.
“Wow” Ginny laughed a little and sat back against the couch “Snape...coming to you, of all people, to help him with his old aunt”
“Well” Hermione shrugged “Hospice care is the way to go if you have to work and don’t want to throw your family member in the hospital”
“I thought that Saint Mungo’s now employed Hospice workers too?” Ginny asked.
“They do” Hermione answered “But it’s different. They work only at the hospital and the Hospice workers I employ go to the homes these people don’t want to leave. Then, they can live with them and not change any of usual routines”
“Interesting” Ginny said with a small roll of her eyes “So, you going to do it?”
“I’ll send Neville over” Hermione answered “Mr. Morrier just died last night so he’ll be back in the office, in fact I’ll write Snape right now” She stood up and stumbled over to her side table and grabbed a piece of parchment and ink.
Dear Severus Snape, (She giggled and read it out to a giggling Ginny)
I didn’t know that you had an aunt but am very sorry about her situation. I will send Neville Longbottom over tomorrow afternoon to take care of her while you are away at the school.
Hoping you are well,
Hermione Granger.
“That sounds really...” Ginny hiccupped a little searching for the right word “Grown up”
“Thank you” Hermione answered as she sent the letter out.
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Hermione woke up in her own bed with a horrible headache. Groaning, she rolled out of bed and in to the bathroom, downing a hangover potion before getting in to the shower. Finally, she was done in there and when she reentered her bedroom she looked almost human again, she dried her hair as she walked and tapped it so it braided itself. She went through her closet and settled on a pair of grey slacks and a black silk sleeveless button down shirt and a pair of dark kitten heels. Ginny was still passed out on the couch and while Hermione entertained the amusing idea of not leaving the girl a hangover potion she wasn’t mean enough to actually do it.
While making herself a healthy breakfast of eggs and bacon along with some cut up cantaloupe, Hermione thought about Ginny’s situation. She wondered if the girl really was as happy as she pretended to be, between the months of April to November the redhead never stayed anywhere longer than a month if that. She never grew any bonds with people just pointless sex with faceless strangers and in the months between mid-November and mid-March she stayed either with Hermione or her parents. She never dated but continued to have an active sex-life with anyone she felt, but Hermione really wondered if she was as happy as she pretended to be. Those thoughts led her to wonder about her own life, was she as happy as she should have been? At twenty-four years old Hermione was the youngest Department Head in the ministry, she worked hard and had a devoted team working under her. She wondered, however, if maybe she should be dating more and trying to get married and start a family but she always assumed that it would all work itself out when the time was right. A tapping at the window kept her from walking out the door and she sighed, this was likely from Snape.
Miss, Granger,
Narcissa will be staying with my aunt this morning and I will be going to your office to speak to you about this case.
Severus Snape.
***@***
When Hermione walked in to her office she expected to find the great bat of Hogwarts dungeons lurking in a corner somewhere to try to bully her but the office only held her staff members. Percy was in the office they were to be sharing and going over some cases, that was the hardest part of Hermione’s job which she was happy to see Percy was so good at it. While wanting to help everyone (which was a constant problem for Hermione) some cases were too difficult for her team and she needed to turn them away so they could go to the hospital. She’d just sat down and was about to ask Percy why he was making a beeline out the door making a comment about having to speak to Luna about something when she heard him.
“Miss Granger” Snape greeted, there was that instant thrill of excitement that tingled down her spine at his rich, baritone voice.
“Professor Snape” She said, popping up out of her seat and holding out her hand “Nice to see you again”
“Likewise, I’m sure” He answered looking at her hand for a moment like if he touched it he may catch something untreatable before he finally grasped her tiny hand in his much larger one. This time the thrill went down his spine at the feel of her warm, soft skin and he pulled his hand away quickly almost fearful that she knew about the thrill he’d just felt.
“You are looking well” Hermione said almost breathlessly, she wanted to smack herself for sounding like a nervous third year in Potions class or did she sound like a wanton whore?
“As well as I’m sure I’ve ever looked” He answered sarcastically “Shall we stand here a bit longer and force more polite small talk or can we move on to business?”
“Oh” Hermione said, stupidly. She was the youngest department head in the entire ministry and this man still held the power to make her feel like a student who was getting in trouble “Alright, please have a seat”
“Miss Granger” Snape said as he sat down in the chair on the other side of her desk and she took her seat “I wrote to you about my aunt because I wanted you to take the case”
“I understand” Hermione said in a soothing tone she always used with grieving family members “But my team is the best in our department and that includes the hospital, any one of us will be able to handle your case”
“I understand that, Miss Granger” He said.
“I told you in the letter I sent last night that I would send Neville Longbottom over and...” Hermione started but he spoke over her.
“I don’t want to leave my aunt in the hands of an imbecile that can’t make a simple headache potion” He snapped.
“For someone who needs our help” Hermione said testily “You are awfully picky and mean about the help I was willing to give you”
“So you won’t help now?” He growled at her “I would pay handsomely, of course”
“I don’t care about the money” Hermione said “And for the record all the potions that would be used are provided by Saint Mungo’s and if I am not mistaken you make those potions!”
“Not making your own potions?” He asked curiously “I thought you specialized in potions, Miss Granger”
“I specialized in Healing” Hermione corrected “But if you want the whole story of my life then take me to dinner because we are here to discuss your aunt”
“My aunts name is Amelia Prince” Snape said after a moment of just staring at her. He’d been taken aback by her comment about taking her to dinner, she’d certainly grown a bit more of a backbone than she had had before. Why the hell would be even want to take her to dinner?
“Okay” Hermione said as she wrote down the woman’s name.
“She is 135” He went on “Still relatively young for our world but she had an extremely difficult life. She’s on non-addictive sleep-aid potions, join-movement potions and a nerve damage potion. She has a magical wheelchair and likes to be accompanied on walks around the yard in the early mornings and early evenings. During the day she stays mainly in her set of rooms which consists of her bedroom, a day room where she takes her meals and a sitting room where she usually sits and reads or knits”
“Alright” Hermione said “Would Neville have to make any meals?”
“There are house-elves that do that and the cleaning” Severus answered “So, you won’t have to do anything more than be a companion and enjoy living there”
“It will be Neville going there” Hermione assured him.
“Granger” He moaned “I just found my aunt six years ago. She was living alone with only house-elves for company and she welcomed me in with no questions asked and I want to provide the best care possible and everyone’s told me that you’re the best there is in this field”
“I thank you for the compliment but...” She started.
“I’ll let you look at my personal potions notebooks that I’ve kept over the years” He said, dangling the one thing that anyone worth their salt in the art of potions would give their eye-teeth for “No questions asked, no time limit while she’s alive. You can look through any of them and brew any of the potions that you want...just take care of my aunt”
“Wow” Hermione said, leaning back in her chair she glared at him. This was low, even for a Slytherin. All brewers knew about the amazing works that Severus Snape had done in the world of potions and they would all want the opportunity to look at his books. The thought alone was making her a little woozy and she felt that there was the possibility that she may pass out from the excitement “Fine” She sighed “But I want off on the weekends, even if I end up only staying in the house and reading you are to be there and taking care of her”
“Fine” He smirked and she wanted to slap the smile off his face “I’ll see you later this afternoon then?”
“I’ll be there around three” Hermione answered icily.

A/N: This is a new story in case you can’t tell. No ones been reviewing so whatever, if you like it, let me know if not...let me know. I have finished From Blackmail To Love. Enjoy!
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