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Once Upon a Potion's Class [Complete]	By : MallowCakes Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 30089 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Once Upon a Potion's Class by Destiny M. Elkins

Chapter Eleven - It's the Simple Complications

Summary: Hermione loves fairy tales. Ron likes Hermione. So, he decides to give her a enchanted book of Muggle fairy tales from Flourish and Blott's. An incident in potion's class sends her and Professor Snape into the book where they will have to follow the stories to get out. Will they survive each other? [For the Inspired by The Sword in the Stone prompt on Mission:Insane via LJ.]

Title: Once Upon a Potion's Class

Chapter: 11 - It's the Simple Complications

Author: MallowCakes

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Rating: R; HG/SS

Warnings: None so much.

Disclaimer: Not mine, otherwise I would be off being rich somewhere... and Snape would've lived... Ron would've died... you get the picture.

Distribution: By appointment only.

AN: Thank you to my beta reader, Lo. Without her I don't think I'd survive! ^_^

AN2: Okay guys, I think my writer's block has cleared slightly and although I'm feeling like poo at the moment, I'm going to stick this chapter on up here. I've been pampering myself ewith LUSH products, you should try it sometime too. I swear by them. Now, I just need to get a job so I can get more! LOL! Now, do not under any circumstances start a riot. There are 7 more chapters after this one, albeit short chapters. A few REALLY short chapters, so we're almost done with this story. The other chapters, I have most of them written so I should have them up every weekend OR every other weekend depending on life stuff. So, we'll see. Just don't give up on me guys, you've been amazing and I'm loving the reviews! ^_^

As the smoke cleared, Hermione realized she was indeed clothed and somehow standing up beside an equally clothed Severus. They were on the edge of a forest, near a castle and oddly enough, this time they were just themselves.

“I wasn't talking about the story, actually.” Severus said just under his breath.

"What was that?" Hermione asked, matter-of-factly, raised brows in question.

"Nothing."

"Well, don't start being all stoic now. We're almost out of here." She said cheerily, trying to mask the rejoicing that was buzzing so loudly in her head, “Aren't you excited?”

“Ecstatic.” The potions master said sarcastically with a frown.

Hermione looked at him with a scowl, “What's the matter, Severus? Was it that horrible?”

He waved his arms in front of him quickly, “No, that's not it! I just thought... never mind. Let's just go.”

“No, what did you 'just thought'?” She put her hands sternly on her hips and glared at him.

“I just thought maybe you had regrets. You acted like it didn't happen.”

“What? No? I just want to get out of here... so we can do it again.” She smiled and turned towards the castle, “So let's go!” She pointed forward proudly with her teeth gleaming.

Severus just laughed nervously before coming to stand beside her and nodding.

Together they went forward and walked into the bustling gate that led to the market and shops inside.

“Fresh fish!” The calls of the salesmen started, “Fresh fish! We catch them daily from our pole to your plate!”

“We got dresses of the best silks and cloaks of the softest linens! The best boots, the finest frocks, the greatest gowns, the tip-top-iest tunics!!” Another store promised.

“Breads! Get your bread here! Meat pies! One feast costs the least. Today only, buy one pie get the second one free!”

“Ancient scrolls! Sheathes and swords! Machetes and Morning Stars! Gauntlets and Glaives! Flails and Falchions! Spears and Sabres!”

Hermione and Severus walked passed all of them without so much as a glance straight to the town square. A tall, skinny boy stood in the middle of the square reading poetry out loud from a notepad. There were a few people gathered around, Hermione walked up to tap an older woman on the shoulder.

“Excuse me.” She said, causing the woman to turn to face her.

“Yes? Can I help you?” She said, cheerily.

“I was just wondering, can you tell me where I might be able to find Merlin?”

Oh yes, dear. If you follow that road just there straight to the end and then make a left where it dead ends. After that you keep going until you reach the old, dead tree, make a right there and at the very end of that street there will be a small cottage. That is the house where Merlin lives.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh you're very welcome! Merlin's home right now, if you hurry. Also, write him a letter, it will all be okay.” The woman smiled and turned back around.

“Who, Merlin?” Hermione asked with confusion.

“No, the man you're with. Just write him a letter.”

Hermione turned to where Severus was standing, looking at something that had caught his eye. “Who, him?” She said turning back around to find that the woman had disappeared.

Feeling awkward, she walked back over to where he stood, “I've got the information we need, come on.”

He turned toward her, an odd look on his face and nodded. “Are you okay?” She asked him.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” He told her.

“No reason.” She scrunched her eyebrow at him and pointed ahead, “This way.”

They walked down the street that the woman had told her to take. “Why do you suppose we aren't characters in this story?” She asked him after the silence became too much to bear.

“Huh?” He said, obviously being interrupted from deep thought. Hermione's eyebrows lowered with suspicion, “I asked you why you supposed we aren't characters in the story?”

“Oh, I don't know. I'm sure there's an explanation for it, though. We'll try to figure it out once we're home.”

“That isn't all we'll be doing, I hope.” She smiled at him. Again he laughed and nodded, continuing walking down the road. With an exasperated sigh, Hermione did the same.

At the dead end they turned and again at the dead tree. They didn't say much to each other, the only noise were the sounds of their shoes on the pavement as they went.

Finally they reached the door of the small cottage. Hermione took a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door.

“Hello? Yes. Yes. I'm coming. I'll be there.” An aged, ragged voice came from the other side, “Hello, yes? Who's there?”

The door came open and an old man with a pointy, blue hat popped his head out.

“Yes? Who is it?” He repeated again. His eyes twinkled at them and instantly they were reminded of the Headmaster.

“Excuse me, sir. May we come in?” Hermione said softly.

“I suppose not, you see, I haven't cleaned in many days and it just is horribly messy in here.” He replied, “If that's all you wanted I must say good day to you, young lady. Good day.”

He almost pulled the door closed before Severus had time to stop it.

“Sir,” Severus started, “I suppose you might have time to talk to us about magic. We know magic, you see, and could use your help.”

“Ahh, why didn't you say so before? Come in! Come in!” He opened the door wider and they both walked in.

The room was like a bigger version of Severus' lab and a tinge of sadness came over the potions master. He did miss his rooms.

“Sit down. Sit down.” The old wizard told them, waving his hand and conjuring up three chairs nearby. They all set down as tea appeared in their hands.

“Thank you.” Hermione said with a smile.

The wizard nodded with delight, “Now tell me. What is it I can help you with?”

“I'm afraid the story is a bit unbelievable, as it were.” Severus told him.

“Try me,” came the reply with a cheerful laugh, “I'm a fictional version of a great wizard living in a enchanted book, there's not much that can surprise me.”

“You know?” Hermione interjected.

“Of course I know!” Merlin exclaimed, “I'm Merlin, for crying out loud!”

Hermione laughed before starting the tale of their journey finishing at the point where they reached his door.

After she was finished, the wizard looked at them both for some time before nodding, “I see. This is quite a predicament you're in. Thankfully, I've got just the thing.”

“That's it?” Hermione asked, incredulously.

“You mean there's no quests or damsels or fights to the death?” Severus said.

“Nope.” He answered, “Just a wave of my hand and you guys will be back at Huggles or Warthogs or whatever you called that place.”

“Just like that, huh?” Hermione said.

“Just like that.” He told her with a smile, “Are you ready.”

“Yes!” Hermione said.

“I guess.” Severus told him, his voice lower than usual.

“Well, it was nice talking to new magical folk. I'm glad you came by. Maybe I'll see you both again some day.” He waved his hand and the all to familiar smoke clouded their vision for the last time.

When the smoke cleared they were standing in the potion's classroom with their hands both on the book, staring at one another. Looking at the clock, Hermione noticed that only 10 minutes had passed since they disappeared into the fairy tale world.

“It hasn't even been a day.” She told him.

“Imagine that.” Snape said, turning decidedly Snapey suddenly, “Well, Miss Granger. I think I'd better confiscate this book to study what this sludge has done to it, if you please.”

“Severus.”

“Miss Granger, you will address me as Professor Snape while we are in this school, if you please. Now, I will see you tomorrow in potions class, I have some things to care of.”
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