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All My Agony Fades Away	By : astartelydianna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5365 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Notes: THIS is one of the moments you guys have been waiting for! The exit of Proessor Gideon Gilwing! I hope you all enjoy!

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Chapter Eleven

It was the last day of term and Hermione had seen off her friends over the past few weeks, as they finished their exams. The rest of the students had left this morning and only staff remained, as well as a few students; which was what seemed unusual to her, students never stayed at Hogwarts during the summer. It was only after she realised that all of the students had been Slytherin, that she began to realise why there were still students at Hogwarts. So many deatheater’s had been killed in the battle and almost all of the ones caught were kissed or sat in Azkaban Prison...these students had no home to return to.

“Hermione, you still on for tonight?” a voice called from behind her. She turned and saw Gideon heading towards her. They had been trying to go on a date once a week but still keeping it fairly casual. She didn’t want to rush anything and ruin their friendship but had been trying to give him a chance.

“I have a meeting with Minerva this afternoon, so shall we meet at the pub at about six?” she asked.

“Don’t you want me to wait for you?” Gideon frowned.

“No, that’s alright; it’ll still be light at that time.” She smiled.

“I guess I’ll be there to walk you home when we head back in the dark.” He nodded. “Alright, I’ll meet you there.”

~*~*~

“Tea Hermione?” the Head Mistress offered.

“Please.” She nodded, taking her seat and offering her greetings to the Dumbledore’s portrait as she passed.

“How is the apprenticeship going?” the older witch asked.

“Good I think.” She smiled. “I’m staying most of the summer to finish up as much as I can, so that come September I can dig straight into the practical experimentation.”

“And I trust Severus is being nice?” she enquired.

“Yes, I suppose he is being relatively nice...” She replied thoughtfully.

“Don’t sound so surprised my dear. Severus, although he doesn’t show it; can actually be quite charming when he wants to be...although I’m sure that I am just one among many that can attest to the fact that it is rare for him to do so.” Minerva smiled. “After speaking with him last week, we decided that we would like to offer you a position next year; not just as an apprentice in terms of your degree, but as an employed assistant also.”

“Employed?” she asked, her eyes widening in shock. She got an allowance from the ministry for being on an apprenticeship but being paid would be a huge bonus.

“Precisely.,” The Head Mistress nodded. “With all the extra time it’ll take Severus to complete the harder portion of your apprenticeship with you next year; he won’t have as much time on his hands to brew the potions for the infirmary, gather the ingredients and various other jobs that he does. Therefore we decided that since you are more than capable and will be taking over his job in a year’s time anyway that we would offer you a paid position. Your duties will be to assist Severus and perhaps even Pomona in the growing and harvesting of some of the ingredients, if you’re interested of course.”

“Interested? I’m honoured.” Hermione beamed.

Overall fifteen minutes later Hermione left her meeting walking on air.

~*~*~

By the early hours of the morning, Hermione wandered back up to the castle tucked against Gideon’s side, laughing about the game of darts that they had attempted and that she had failed epically at.

“It’s late; I’ll walk you to your door.” Gideon offered, placing his hand on her lower back and guiding her down towards the dungeons. It was nice that he usually walked her to her door after their date nights; she liked the chivalry he sometimes showed her.

“Thank you for walking me, I’ll miss you when you leave next week you know?” she told him. “Who will I have to keep me company at meal times?”

“You shouldn’t stay here for the holidays, come back with me?” he offered.

“No, I couldn’t do that... Besides I’m using the summer holidays to finish all my written work for my apprenticeship, ready for me to begin the research and experimentation work in September.” She replied. He leant in to kiss her and she met him halfway. Before she realised what was happening he had deepened the kiss and had her backed against her door.

“Can I come in then?” he murmured, reaching to open the door. Apparently the wards knew that she was right there also, as the door opened without problems allowing him to back her into her room.

“Gideon we really shouldn’t-” He cut her off with a kiss and she tried to push against his chest to get him to stop for a moment, she didn’t totally objet to the idea of allowing him in for a bit of snogging on the sofa but he seemed to have completely the wrong idea, as he ran his hands under her jumper. “Gideon, I’m not ready for this.”

“Hermione, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now. What’s the problem?” he frowned, tugging her flat against him and kissing her neck.

“I just think we need to take this slowly.” She replied, stiffening uncomfortably at his refusal to back off. Any hope there was for a steamy make out session had been killed by his over eager attitude.

“We have been taking things slowly, come on Hermione don’t be a tease.” He murmured, sliding one hand between them to unbutton her jeans.

“Stop!” she snapped trying to push him away from her. He stopped trying to remove her clothes but didn’t let her go. “Let me go!”

“What the hell is your problem?!” he demanded. “You agreed to go out with me remember? We’ve been doing that for months Hermione! You can’t just change your mind just like that!”

“I wasn’t saying I don’t want to ever, I was saying not right now.” She replied. “Although now I’m beginning to think not ever is a better plan, let me go Gideon, please.” He didn’t release her and just continued to look at her rather furiously, she began to struggle...if she could get her wand then she’d be fine.

“I think Professor Gilwing, that you have outstayed your welcome.” A voice came from her doorway. “Release Miss Granger immediately and remove yourself from the grounds at once. Or you will be severely regretting it by dawn.” Hermione let out a large sigh of relief at hearing the potion master’s voice.

Gideon said nothing; he stared at her for a moment longer before releasing her and briskly leaving the room. Hermione fumbled for her wand the moment her arms were free and had it pointed warily at his back as he left, until she was certain he was gone. She stared at her doorway to see Professor Snape stood at the threshold looking rather uneasy. She felt the world spin a little as she slowly sank to her knees.

“Miss Granger, are you injured at all?” she heard her Professor ask her, as he made his way over to her. She didn’t reply, her brain didn’t seem to be working like it should – why hadn’t she just punched Gideon? Why hadn’t she fought harder, made him let go of her? She was so disappointed in herself. She glanced at her wand hand in surprise as she felt someone touch it, lowering both her hand and her wand; that had still been raised defensively. “Are you injured at all?” He asked again, now crouched in front of her. She shook her head.

“Just my pride.” She joked weakly. “I’m not entirely sure what happened...” She felt her eyes filling up with tears and quickly brushed them away.

“Will you be alright?” he asked, he clearly looked uncomfortable being faced with an emotional young witch. She nodded numbly. “Are you certain? Perhaps you would prefer to spend tonight in Minerva’s rooms, for your own reassurance?”

“How did you get in here?” she asked.

“I heard you shouting and came straight in.” He replied. “There are very few Hogwarts wards that I do not know how to get through.”

“Thank you.” She whispered, as he stood and tugged her to her feet also. “I um...could you, not tell anyone about this?”

“As you wish.” He nodded. “Will you be alright?”

“Yes, nothing really happened. I guess I’m a bit shocked more than anything.” She replied.

“Goodnight Hermione.” He told her, as he closed the door behind him.

After he left she found herself frustrated – torn between all of her emotions; she didn’t know whether to cry, scream, flop back down to the floor or kick something. She decided a shower would be best. After scrubbing herself, a little harder than necessary; she left the shower and got ready for bed, before turning in for the night.

The next morning, she hesitated at her doorway as she went to leave for breakfast; she wondered if Gideon had actually left the castle yet, or if he would be at breakfast. She didn’t entirely blame him for last night, he had had too much to drink and had obviously lost control of himself but he had still been wrong to treat her as she did, and she was both embarrassed and a little scared of seeing him again so soon.

Her internal debate was cut short by a knock at her door. She reluctantly opened the door and was relieved to find that it was Professor Snape.

“Breakfast?” he enquired. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. “It will not do to spend the morning hiding in your rooms so I took it upon myself to escort you to the great hall to ensure that you did not chicken out.”

“I wasn’t-” she paused as he just raised an eyebrow at her. “Alright, I was nervous. Thank you.” He nodded and walked alongside her in silence to the hall for breakfast. Fortunately Gideon wasn’t there, so she took a deep breath and took her seat as usual. Her food appeared in front of her and she began to eat, although she wasn’t feeling as hungry as she normally did in the mornings and mostly pushed the food around on her plate. The bacon went down well but for some reason the eggs just really weren’t sitting well with her this morning, she reached for her pumpkin juice to wash her mouthful down and gasped in surprise as she felt her Professor’s warm breath against her ear.

“You might wish to add a glamour charm Miss Granger, until you have time to apply a bruise salve.” He said quietly. Hermione followed his hawk-like gaze and spotted the large bruise visible on her wrist. She was glad that the hall was nearly empty, save the staff and the students that had nowhere else to go because it meant that no one paid any attention to her. She discreetly cast a glamour charm to hide the bruise on her wrist and checked the other wrist to find it thankfully unbruised. “I have some salve if you require it, either that or Madam Pomfrey has some also.”

“I’d rather no one else know.” She said quietly. “I have some written work to bring to you anyway.”

“Very well.” He nodded. Hermione left the table first, giving up on her attempt to keep much down after her long night and headed to her rooms to gather the coursework to hand in. She picked up a few extra bits of parchment after a moment of thought and decided to take those too. They were just some rough notes on ideas for research; perhaps at least one of them would be a good to use.

She waited a short while before heading down the hall to potions classroom and Professor Snape’s office and knocking. He opened the door promptly and gestured for her to enter. She followed him to his desk and handed over the paperwork that she had done for him.

“There are also some of my notes...for you to look over for practical research.” She explained, gesturing to the loose parchment on the top of the pile. He nodded before placing a small jar on the desk in front of her. “I’ve only got one more written assignment to complete. When did you want to begin the research part?”

“I take that to mean that you are spending most of your summer here?” he asked, she nodded. “In which case, we can begin drafting up a research plan a week Monday, if you wish. That gives you over a week with nothing to do, beyond your remaining written assignment.”

“Taking pity on me, Professor?” she asked with a small smile.

“Or on myself, a week where I do not have to suffer your presence in my classroom.” He replied. She took it in her stride, hearing the lack of bite that came with his sarcastic comment. “Is there a reason that I am the only member of staff that you still call Professor?” She thought is a strange question, he had never given her any inclination that he would prefer her to use his given name so she had assumed that she shouldn’t.

“You’ve never shown any desire for me to address you otherwise, so I thought I’d play it safe.” She replied carefully. “You still call me Miss Granger...” She trailed off as she recalled at least twice when he had actually called her Hermione but it seemed like he had said it by accident.

“You are now officially a member of staff, so unless around students formalities aren’t necessary.” He said, sitting down and lifting her paperwork for his inspection. She bit her lip nervously; she didn’t think he was going to start reading her work in front of her.

“Yesterday, you seemed a bit out of sorts – was it because of you injury?” she asked, promptly followed by her jaw dropping in horror. She hadn’t meant to ask that and wondered how on earth it had just managed to come flying out of her mouth.

“What makes you say that?” he enquired narrowing his eyes at her.

“Well...I saw you rubbing that same spot as if it hurt, it wouldn’t be that unusual for a healing injury to become irritated from repetitive physical movement.” She explained.

“You may go.” He told her bluntly. She frowned but conceded that this was Professor Snape after all, and he didn’t like anyone much so she nodded and left him to read her work in peace.
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