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Chapter 15 ~ The Journals
Severus rolled into his private rooms, cursing as his hips hit the doorframe
painfully. He walked over to his armchair, took the miniaturized journals out of
his pocket and placed them on the small table next to the chair, then lowered
his bulk into the cushioned seat. It was a close fit.
“How could anyone live like this?” he said to himself, lifting up a large,
floppy breast and letting it drop with a shudder. He then pulled out his wand
and resized Hermione’s journals and flipped through them until he found the one
titled “First Year.”
He began rifling through it.
First Year
I’m one of the oldest first years at Hogwarts. It’s funny that so many
students have grown up witches and witches and don’t even know the history of
Hogwarts. How can they be so dumb?
Snape smirked. Already the witch was thinking herself brighter than everyone
else. He continued reading.
All of my teachers are nice except for one, Professor Snape. His hair is
greasy, his skin is almost white, his nose is huge and hooked like a hawk’s
beak. He talks very softly but is very mean and likes to embarrass people. He
doesn’t seem to like Harry at all and ignored me when I kept raising my hand to
answer his questions. But he does seem to know Potions.
Severus snorted. He “seemed” to know potions, did he? The nerve of the little
chit.
Ronald Weasley was saying a charm wrong in Charms class today and I just told
him how to say it right…then I did the spell and made a feather float. I was the
first in class to do it. Then later I heard Ron say to Harry, Seamus and others
that I was a pain and nobody liked me. I know no one likes me. I can’t help
that. I try to be nice and help everyone but it’s not appreciated. I feel so
alone here…but I am still going to learn all I can.
Ah, the Gryffindor determination comes to the fore.
Last night Ron and Harry saved me from a troll that got into the castle. I
lied to Professor McGonagall and said I went after the troll by myself and they
saved me, so Ron and Harry wouldn’t get in trouble. I think we are friends now.
Oh, so that was the real story behind the troll incident. Severus never did
believe that story. And that’s what got the three of them together. How sweet.
Not.
We think Professor Snape is trying to get the Philosopher’s Stone for the
Dark Lord.
What? Severus scowled.
Professor Dumbledore left the castle and we figured Snape would try to get
the stone and tried to tell Professor McGonagall but she said Snape is one of
the teachers protecting the stone. Harry still believes he is after it, but I
don’t know that Snape is. Why would he protect the stone if he wanted it?
Why indeed? At least the little know-it-all was thinking.
I had to cast a body-bind spell on Neville Longbottom because he tried to
keep us from leaving Gryffindor tower to rescue the stone.
Hm. That was a rather advanced spell for a first year…and to attack a fellow
student. Tsk. Tsk.
I was the one who had to break Snape’s logic problem of finding two potions
out of many that would let us leave the room. It was surprisingly easy to do. I
guess since wizards have magic, they don’t focus very much on logic. Professor
Snape may know Potions but his logic needs work. Lots of it.
Severus let out a string of curses under his breath at Hermione’s estimation
of his logic skills. Nostrils flared, he kept reading, skimming over parts.
We won the House Cup. Harry, Ron, Neville and I received extra points for
saving the stone. Professor Snape looked furious although he was clapping. I
think that is what I enjoyed the most. That and Malfoy being so mad.
Severus closed the book hard and picked up the next one. So, she enjoyed him
being furious about losing the cup. Hmph. If only he could turn back time.
Second Year
Professor Gilderoy Lockhart is so handsome. My heart pounds every time I see
him. He’s so brave and worldly. Too bad he’s so much older than me.
She had a crush on Lockhart? Severus snorted again. Everyone fell for that
poser. He was in St. Mungo’s now. He had never recovered from using Ron
Weasley’s wand to cast a memory spell. It backfired. Well, it was Lockhart’s
fault. Snape himself had warned him during a dueling class that Ron’s wand was
dangerous. Obviously, the idiot didn’t take it to heart.
Harry is a parselmouth. He says he didn’t know. It’s pretty bad. Everyone
thinks he’s the one petrifying people and the heir of Slytherin. I think Malfoy
knows something about it. We’re going to find out.
Snooping about again.
I stole potions ingredients from Professor Snape’s stores while Harry
distracted him. My heart was pounding. It’s going to take a month to brew the
Polyjuice potion.
Severus turned red with rage. He always believed Harry had stolen those
ingredients. Why the sneaky, thieving little…
I’ve just gotten out of the infirmary. The hair I put in the Polyjuice potion
wasn’t Millicent’s but a cat hair. It was horrible, and everyone keeps laughing
at me.
The wizard chuckled. Hermione had been turned into a cat-creature for about a
month. He knew she had brewed the potion but didn’t know it was her who broke
into his stores. It served her right.
I think the creature moving through the pipes is a basilisk. I’m going to
find out.
Famous last words. Too damn curious for her own good. What the hell did she
think she could do against a basilisk? Potter was lucky to come out of that
fiasco alive. Severus read the final pages, put the journal down and picked up
the next in the sequence.
Third Year
Harry has found out that Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban and wants to kill
him. Poor Harry. Now everyone’s going to be watching for Black. Harry has to
really watch himself.
Like that was something new. The boy was a trouble magnet from the time he
arrived at Hogwarts. He wasn’t satisfied if something wasn’t trying to kill him.
I’m so excited. I have special permission to use a time turner so I can get
to all my extra classes. I also have a new familiar named Crookshanks. Ron hates
him because he chases Scabbers. He’s half cat…of course he chases him. Ron’s so
stupid.
Ah, so that’s why she had that blasted time-turner.
I quit Divinations today. Trelawney is an old fraud. Ron had the nerve to
tell me I just didn’t like being bad at something for a change. He’s so
stupid…it isn’t that at all.
Severus snickered. Ron probably hit the quaffle on the head with that
statement.
Sirius Black managed to get into Gryffindor house and ripped up the fat
lady’s portrait. Luckily she escaped. This is terrible.
Snape remembered that. How his sleep was disturbed and all the students
herded into the Great Hall for protection.
Harry and Ron are both mad at me because I think the broom Harry got was from
Sirius Black and is jinxed to kill him. I told Professor McGonagall, and now
they won’t talk to me because she took it. I’d rather have Harry mad at me than
dead.
So, the firebolt was a mysterious gift eh? Well, it must not have been
jinxed. Harry used it often enough to beat the snot out of Slytherin on the
Quidditch pitch.
We found out that it was Peter Pettigrew who killed all the muggles and told
the Dark Lord where Harry’s parents were, not Sirius. Peter Pettigrew was really
Scabbers. Ron had him all the time. He could have killed Harry…
What? Was that the story behind Sirius and why they tried to protect him and
helped him escape? Severus’ brow wrinkled. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had
known Sirius was innocent. He would have still given the doggish bastard to the
Dementors. Harry’s godfather had been dead for years, but Severus still hated
him.
In Defense Against the Dark Arts a Boggart turned into Professor McGonagall
and told me I had failed all my classes. It was awful. I don’t think I’ll be
able to sleep tonight.
Snape chortled at this entry. That had to be horrible for the brainy witch.
Definitely her worst fear.
I’ve passed Professor Snape’s class with high marks but they should have been
higher. Professor Snape is purposely sabotaging my grades, the dirty bat.
Severus smirked at this. He wasn’t sabotaging her grades as much as he was making sure she worked hard and didn’t feel she could just waltz through his class like she did every other. Someone had to challenge the witch. Plus, he enjoyed taking points when she complained about her marks.
Severus opened the fourth year book and read about Hermione going to the
World Cup and the attack of the Death Eaters and how she had to hide in the
woods and about the Mordes Mordres curse being cast and Winky being accused of
casting it.
There was also a lot of entries about Ron Weasley and Harry Potter not being
friends and her being caught in the middle, the Goblet of Fire challenges,
Victor Krum and trying to save House Elves that didn’t want saving. There was
also her hating someone named Fleur Delacore because Ron was crazy over her.
Typical fluff.
There was also a little entry about him.
Professor Snape is a bastard. I hate him! Malfoy hit me with a Densaugeo
spell that made my front teeth grow past my chin and he said he didn’t see any
difference! I hate him. I hate him, I HATE HIM!
Severus smirked at having made her so mad.
My teeth are perfect now. I had Madame Pomfrey make them just a bit smaller
than what they were and I’m not buck-toothed any longer. My parents are going to
kill me, but now people are noticing my smile. I would thank Malfoy but he’s
such a little fuck.
So that’s what happened to the bucked teeth. And what language.
There was more about Ron being jealous of Victor taking her to the ball and a
little tirade about Ron needing to say he liked her if he did. Good gods. It was
like a version of “All My Witches”
Then there was more about him.
Professor Snape read Rita’s article about the supposed triangle with me,
Harry and Victor out loud in class today. He just made it sound so AWFUL. He was
smirking as he read it. He was probably jealous. No one would want to have any
kind of relationship with him. He’s too mean and too ugly and too much of a
snarky bastard. I bet he never even had a girlfriend he didn’t pay for.
Ouch. Miss Granger was developing quite a nasty little edge there. He read
about Voldemort’s return according to Harry and how she believed him, and her
thoughts about Cedric’s death, as well as her fears how everything was going to
change. It seemed her fears had come to light.
Snape burst out laughing as he read how Hermione trapped Rita Skeeter in a
jar and blackmailed her to make her quit the Daily Prophet. She kept the
journalist trapped for over two weeks before she let her go. Hm. The Gryffindor
had a touch of Slytherin in her.
The wizard opened the fifth year journal and skimmed over it.
There were some entries about her and Ronald Weasley becoming Prefects and
Hermione schooling Harry how to date Cho Chang and how bad it went because the
girl was dating Cedric before and Harry was with Cedric when he died. She also
mentioned Cho was jealous of her friendship with Harry as well. Big deal.
She also tried to befriend Kreacher, the evil house elf that stayed at
Grimauld Place. Severus imagined that didn’t work out too well.
There were also a number of rants about how the Ministry was trying to
discredit Dumbledore and Harry, and numerous comments about Umbridge, comparing
her to a dictator. Then quite a lot of information about forming a secret club
to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts on their own.
Snape was very impressed with the following entry.
That turncoat Marietta Edgecombe got just what she deserved for betraying us
to Umbridge…and I’ll be damned if I ever remove the jinx from her. She’ll have
“SNEAK” on her face until the day she dies if it’s left to me.
Hermione Granger was turning out to be quite a nasty little piece of work. He
never dreamed the little goody-two-shoes could be so vindictive. But then again,
she really wasn’t as good as she pretended to be.
There were a few more entries about Umbridge being taken by centaurs, and
Hagrid’s half-brother Gawp and the battle at the Ministry. But it was this entry
that struck Snape the most.
I had the most horrible dream last night. I was with Professor Snape and he
was kissing me in the dungeons corridor and touching me all over my body…and…I
liked it. Ewww. Gods, there must be something very wrong with me. I hate
Professor Snape. Yes, he is intelligent and has a sharp wit. Yes, his voice is
nice…and his eyes…
These compliments were scribbled out with hastily scratched lines.
But I hate him. Why am I dreaming about him like this? It must have been the
roast chicken. It was a little underdone at supper.
Severus stared at the passage. She had an intimate dream about him?
He opened the sixth year book to find that much of it was about her dreams
about him. They became more and more intimate until the witch was playing with
herself and fantasizing about him.
I was in Professor Snape’s class today and he yelled at me for something, and
I just could have melted. All I could think about was the dream I had the night
before, when he was shagging me on top of his desk in the classroom after I had
come to serve detention. He was as mean as always, but still I wanted him to do
what he was doing. He wasn’t gentle either, he stared at me with a sneer on his
face as he did it and purposely made me scream from time to time. He said dirty
things, then turned me over and did it from behind. As he yelled at me, I found
myself wishing that he would assign me detention and do to me what I dreamed.
How sick am I?
Snape changed back into his normal form as he read Hermione’s most secret
dreams and fantasies about him, her language becoming more raw and unrestrained.
She went from using the word “shag” to the more poignant word “fuck” saying she
liked the way it sounded when thinking of him. He seemed like a wizard who would
“fuck” rather than “shag.”
Some of the things Hermione described were borderline masochistic.
I was walking down the dungeons corridor and it was empty. As I walked by a
niche, someone grabbed me, clamping their hand over my mouth and dragging me
into the niche, pinning me against the wall with his body. I looked up and it
was Professor Snape. He was staring at me, his eyes hard.
“I know what you want, Miss Granger,” he said, then I could feel his cock
pushing against my belly, “I see it on your face every day in my class. I feel
those eyes burning into my back when I am writing on the board. I know when a
witch wants to be fucked, Miss Granger, and you do.”
Then he undid his robes and his trousers and…
Snape couldn’t believe the erotic and rather filthy language he was reading
was written by the same straight-laced little witch that he’d taught for seven
years. According to the entry, he fucked her brutally against the wall without
her consent and she had loved it and wanted it.
Severus read the book cover to cover. There were a lot of entries about
trying to catch Malfoy in the room of requirement, and one about Harry
overhearing him trying to get Draco to tell him his plans. So…Potter knew there
was something going on between them. To her credit though, Hermione also wrote
she believed Snape was trying to get the information for Dumbledore, which he
was. But it was the final entry that struck him.
I don’t know what I ever saw in Professor Snape. I can’t believe he would do
this to the Headmaster. Dumbledore believed in him…and I believed in him too.
And now…now he killed him and Voldemort can take over if Harry doesn’t find the
Horcruxes and kill him first. All I want to know is…why? Why would he do this?
Why would he betray us all? I guess…I guess he truly is evil.
Severus blinked down at her words. But the list he had read was written later
and showed that the witch must have thought on it more, especially since she
claimed to feel Dumbledore. It seemed she was willing to give him a chance to
explain what happened if she could find him. Could he confide in her? Could he
use her in getting the information to Potter that he needed to find the
Horcruxes?
Severus closed the book and looked thoughtful.
He didn’t know if the witch still harbored the randy feelings she had for him
last year…but if she did, he might be able to make use of her secret desire.
Hermione seemed to be the best option to accomplish what he needed to
accomplish.
The wizard rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
He’d get Hermione Granger to see things his way…even if he had to fuck her to
do it.
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A/N: Oooh lala. Thanks for reading.
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