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Monkey's Business	By : sappysappysappy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 22485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Chapter Summary: Albus finds Hermione arguing with Ron and sets her on Snape.

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Full on Sex-descriptions.

Thanks: to Wickedly Wanton, my old Beta, for her help and to my new Beta Krystle Bertoncin for her additional help.

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Monkey Business

Chapter Two: Honest Conversations

“Come on, Hermione.”

“For the last time, Ron, I am not going into the broom cupboard with you.”

“Well, if you don’t like the cupboard so much we can go to the Astronomy Tower instead. We can do that. I can be romantic when I want to. I’ll even bring a pack of chocolate frogs for us. Shall I meet you there after dark?”

“Meet you there after dark? In your dreams. Wait, make that never. I don't want to imagine what you'd do with me in your dreams. You got some nerve asking me to be with you like that after the way you, you... Oh, just leave me alone. I don’t want to hear any more out of you. I can’t believe you’d call your propositions anything close to romantic.”

“Why not? Lavender liked it. She liked me a lot. I bet she wouldn’t have minded going to the cupboard with me. She’d be waiting for me in there.”

“She would? Well you can go look for her then. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to have you back again. If she's satisfied with your 'up against the wall' approach to romance, don't let me stand in your way. I have higher standards and would certainly never have a relationship this crass with you or anyone else. I am better than that. You're a disgusting arse and a pathetic one, at that. Don't you dare mention Lavender in my presence again or I'll hex you.” Shaking her head in disbelief, she softly added, “He talks about her in front of me."

Ron's eyes glinted. "You're jealous of her, aren't you? Admit it. You're jealous."

"I am not!"

"Come on, 'Mione. I know you are. That means you want me." He gave her a huge cheeky grin. Seeing her stuttering with indignation, he rushed on before she could shout at him some more. "Look, I know you're still angry about Lavender and me but it's not my fault. A wizard’s got needs, you know? We're not like witches. If you really wanted to keep me all to yourself you should have given me more than just a kiss or two. So you can either start giving me what a proper girlfriend gives her boyfriend or you can get off your high horse on what I do with Lavender and shut up. Merlin's balls, you can drive anyone crazy." He reddened at that, probably from embarrassment at his own blunt words.

"So it's my fault now?" Maybe he didn't mean it, but she was too furious. Her hand shook as she drew out her wand and pointed it at him.

Ron took a step back and eyed her wand warily. "Why are we fighting?” he asked, soft and placating. “We should be together again like we were this summer at the Burrow. Don't you miss it? I know I miss you. Forget about Lavender. She's not important. Let's think about you and me instead. Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks next Hogsmeade visit? We’ll have the talk you wanted then.”

Hermione stomped her foot on the ground angrily and shot daggers at him with her eyes. She felt like crying. How could he mention what they had over the summer break? How could he be so cruel? She wouldn't dwell on those painfully sweet memories now. She wouldn't be that weak. Obviously, he didn't want her enough to be loyal to her. How could he expect her to just welcome him back? "Maybe Lavender is not important to you, but she is to me and she should be to you, too. Did you even consider her feelings about all of this?"

Ron was turning sullen now, she could tell. "I'm not seeing her now. I haven't since Christmas. As for feelings, it's you I love, not her. She means nothing to me. She never had."

"Every time you open that big mouth of yours it just gets worse and worse, doesn’t it? I'm not getting back with you, not in the broom cupboard, not in the Astronomy Tower and not in the Three Broomsticks. Will you get out of my way now? I have better things to do than listen to your crap."

"Fine! Don't expect me to stay alone in my bed pining after you. All the girls cheer for me when I fly round the hoops. You can look for me when you finally thaw the ice block you keep for a body. But I won't be waiting for you." Striding belligerently by her, he bumped his shoulder painfully into hers and was gone around the corner.

"I don't want to get back with you, you hateful git," she shouted. "I hate you." She slid down the wall to sit on the floor and started crying. The first time he told her he loved her and he had to ruin it like that. Why did she let him get to her like that? She deserved better than him. She deserved someone who would appreciate her for what she was. Someone who'd like her for her intelligence and excellence, or for her defence of the weak and needy like Neville and house-elves. Not because she was a convenient target. She suspected that was all she was for Ron, being his close friend from first year as she was.

As her sobs grew sparser, she gradually became aware of a pair of golden slippers peeping from beneath a familiar purple robe hem. Looking up with dread she managed to croak, “Headmaster?” Why did he have to see her like this? Hastily getting up from the floor, she busied her hands with her wrinkled robes as she resolutely stared at a particularly shiny moon on his robes.

“Miss Granger,” He acknowledged her with a smile. “Are you well?”

“I'm fine, Professor. You needn't worry about me. I was just having an argument with Ron and got a little carried away with it,” she found herself confessing. “I'm sorry for disturbing you with it, sir.”

“You needn't apologize for anything, Miss Granger. I was the one, after all, who disturbed you from your contemplation of the floorboards’ decoration. They are indeed a beauty to behold, if I do say so myself. But no matter. Here, let me.” He drew out his wand and with a flick conjured a cushy armchair behind her, which nudged her smartly in the knees until she sat down, then conjured another for himself. With a final swish he added an ornate stand with a bowl of glistening lemon drops between them. "Lemon drop?” he asked benignly as he stuffed two or three into his mouth. The hungry look he gave her mouth made her feel uncomfortable and she shook her head minutely as she tried to wipe her lips of any dirt that might have stuck to them while she cried. “Well, I'm sure you and Mr. Weasley will resolve your little argument in no time. After all, your friend, Harry, is depending on both of you to help him with his destiny."

"Yes, Headmaster," she replied dutifully, relieved they were back to normal topics. "I won't let my argument with Ron stop me from helping Harry with his... destiny… in any way."

"Wonderful, Miss Granger." He rose from his seat, eyes twinkling very merrily as she hastily followed suit, giving him a sheepish smile. How could she be discomfited by the silly antics of their revered headmaster? She would do just as he asked and not even think of questioning him. "Then I have nothing further to add at this moment save to give you these." He told her and fished two letters from his pocket, banishing the furniture back to his office with a lazy wave of his wand.

Taking the letters from his hand she saw one of them was addressed to Harry, as usual, but the second was addressed to her. "Sir?" she asked, uncertainly. Did he want her to come with Harry to one of his meetings with the Headmaster?

"I planned on giving these to one of the students to deliver to both you and Harry, but since we have already met, I thought I'd give your letter directly to you. Will you give the other to your friend?

"Of course."

"Then I will wish you a pleasant day.” And he was off whistling a saucy tune no elderly wizard like him had any right of knowing.

Bemused, Hermione made her way back to her common room. What did the Headmaster want with her? Her letter asked her to meet him in his office tomorrow night and she was burning with curiosity to find out if Harry’s letter was set for the same date. Entering the portrait hole she saw that Harry was with Ron, playing another chess game.

Squaring her shoulders and repeating the Headmaster’s words in her mind she was about to greet them both when she heard what they were talking about.

“Honestly Harry, I don’t know what she wants from me. One minute she asks me to stay after class and ‘talk about us’ and the next she flies off at me like I ate her favourite Pygmy Puff. Can you understand it? I think she just wants to punish me some more. Wasn’t it enough for her to send those killer-birds at me that time? I didn’t try to hex her, ever, but any time she gets in a mood it’s wands out for her. Who does she think I am, Malfoy?”

“What did you talk about? I don’t think she would just blow it for no reason. You didn’t mention Lavender to her, did you?”

“Well, I asked her to come to the Three Broomsticks with me, like on a date, just her and me but she wouldn’t hear about it. ‘I’m not getting back with you. Not in the Three Broomsticks or anywhere else.’ she says. Do you think she wants to go with that McLaggen wanker and didn’t want me to find out?”

“I don’t think she would want to be anywhere near that bloke. You remember what he was like to her at Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party?”

“Well, I wasn’t at the Slug Club party so I wouldn’t know. now would I? I can’t believe she wouldn’t even talk to me, even after I broke up with Lavender and everything. If I saw her now I’d…”

“You’d what?” Hermione asked, joining them at the table and glaring down at Ron.

“Oh, hello, Hermione,” Harry said and stood up quickly, looking between the two of them. “Err, could you help me with my Transfiguration essay? It looks really tough. You got me beat, Ron. There’s no sense dragging it out. I’ll see you later?”

“I need to work on my Transfiguration essay, too.” Ron said, glaring at Hermione from his seat.

“Well…”

“It’s fine, Harry,” Hermione broke in. “I don’t mind helping you with it. Let’s clear the table of the rubbish and we can get to work.”

“You call my chess set rubbish?”

“I…” Why couldn’t she control her tongue for a moment? She promised the Headmaster she wouldn’t do this. She needed a change of topic, quick. “Harry! I got another letter from Professor Dumbledore for you.”

“Really? Let me see it.”

“Here.”

Harry opened his letter eagerly and after a moment told his friends “I have another meeting with Dumbledore, this weekend. What do you think he’ll show me this time?”

It worked. “Well, probably more memories about Voldemort. Would you like us to wait up for you when you go?”

“Sure.”

“So, what was your problem with the Transfiguration essay?

“Oh, that. Well, you see…”

She wouldn’t meet with Professor Dumbledore on the same day as Harry. This was really exciting. She could barely concentrate on their stupid questions to answer them, but they didn’t seem to notice.

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“Professor Dumbledore?”

“Miss Granger, come in. Have a seat. Lemon drop?”

“Thank you.” She took one and put it guiltily in her mouth. Her father would have conniptions if he saw her now. ‘That’s enemy number one, Hermione! Don’t go near those dangerous sweets.’ The pathetic pleasure she felt at the sour taste would have made Ron choke on his snorts if he knew. But how could she refuse the offer of the Headmaster? It was only good manners to oblige him she justified her actions to herself. She was nothing if not dutiful so she should feel no guilt.

The Headmaster’s face grew serious. “I wish you to fulfil a mission for me. I believe you are the best choice for the job but you are free to refuse it, I will not force you into it, if you are unwilling. What I wish to speak with you about is a very grave matter, and so I speak with you in the strictest of confidences. If any part of what we shall speak of were to be revealed, disastrous results would soon follow. Do you agree to keep what you learn here to yourself alone? To reveal it to no one, not even to your closest friends?”

Hermione’s back grew straighter. “I do. I will reveal nothing of what you tell me today to anyone.”

“Very good. You must keep this knowledge to yourself until Lord Voldemort is truly gone, never to return again. What I place in your hands is a man's life, his honour, and his chance at joy; not merely my words."

Hermione all but preened at the apparent level of trust professor Dumbledore was placing in her. Finally, all those years of speckless schoolwork and impervious rule abiding were paying off. Would she be accepted to the Order of the Phoenix now, ahead of Ron and Harry? It would be so great, looking at her friends and knowing she was ahead of them for once in something they truly wanted, even if she couldn't yet tell them about it. Giving a small smile (to show her maturity) she breathed, "I understand."

"The man I speak of is your professor, Severus Snape. Unlike your friends, I believe you do not hate him for his harsh teaching methods?"

"No, sir." She said, proudly. "I trust Professor Snape."

"Splendid. I knew I could trust you with this task. Severus' task has always been a difficult one to manage. He has few friends from our side, which makes him labour all the harder to prove himself worthy of our trust. I believe you know of his past and the role he fulfils for me at present?"

"I learned he was a Death Eater and has the Dark Mark during my fourth year. He serves you as spy in the ranks of the Death Eaters just like Professor Lupin spies for you amongst the werewolves."

"He is all that, though his role as spy has been longer than that of Mr. Lupin's. Some would have you doubt his loyalty to our side and to me personally but I assure you I have no doubts of his loyalty. He has been my staunch supporter from the moment I accepted his services. I would have died this summer if it wasn't for his aid," he told her, waving his withered hand.

"I fear that if I were gone from our midst there would be no one who’d protect and defend his fidelity to me and to my cause to the rest and he might be alienated from us. Would you assume this role were it needed? To be his unswerving advocate in all circumstances no matter what others accuse him of; and if that fails, to be his protector in action and deed?”

Hermione took a deep breath. The oath professor Dumbledore was asking of her was a heavy one but she thrived on such burdens. This was better than championing the house-elves’ cause. “I so swear.”

Professor Dumbledore rose from his chair and shook her hand to seal their vow. It wasn’t a magically binding vow like the Unbreakable Vow Ron told them about or the DA registration paper she created last year; but it was solemn and binding to her nonetheless. It wasn’t an Unbreakable Vow... “Professor! At Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party, Harry heard Professor Snape tell Malfoy he swore an Unbreakable Vow to protect him and help him with some task.”

“Now, now, Miss Granger. Is that any way to begin your role as Severus’ champion?”

Hermione looked down at her shoes, shamefaced. “I’m sorry, professor. I hadn’t thought about…”

“That’s quite all right. Just be more careful with your promise to me from now on.”

“Yes sir.”

“As for the Unbreakable Vow Severus made to Narcissa, I am fully aware of its existence and details. Your Professor did not hold it a secret from me.”

“Of course, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Well, seeing as you have already brought this subject up, I believe I should tell you more about its details, for this vow and what is entailed in it are the main reasons for your presence here with me today,” he told her, sitting down once more. “You see, the task that Lord Voldemort has set for young Malfoy, and that Severus must fulfil in his stead should he fail, is my death.”

“Sir!”

“Do not cry over an old man’s death. We all, in the end, must go on for our next great adventure. I feel I owe Severus a great debt for all he has done for me, greater even than a life debt. What is a life worth if it is not given in the end for the things we cherish?" he asked her slyly. “In any case, even if young Malfoy and Severus failed in their task my days are numbered by this curse.” He gestured once more to his ruined hand. “Two vibrant lives for the price of a few more doddering years to mine; is that not more than a fair exchange? I have made up my mind on this subject and commanded Severus to fulfil his vow to Narcissa to the letter.”

Hermione was openly crying now, looking with shining eyes at her Headmaster. He was a saint. To give up his life for the sake of his taciturn professor and Malfoy! Were there no bounds to his magnanimity?

“Severus will have his place assured in the ranks of Lord Voldemort and he will have the power to protect his godson from the depredations of such company and, of course, prevent him from committing murder at such a young age. When the war ends, if we win, Severus would be accused of murdering me and no one will know differently. At that time you must reveal what I have told you so he can be exonerated.”

“I will. I swear it.” She lapsed into silence for a few moments before her curiosity got the better of her. “Sir? Why did you choose me? Wouldn’t Professor Mcgonagall or Professor Lupin be better choices? Surely they would have more influence on the Ministry or the Wizengamot and people would expect them to know your secrets so it would be more believable coming from them.”

“That is precisely why I could not entrust them with such a secret. Were anyone to suspect anything they would immediately examine my closest friends and associates to see if that were the case. You on the other hand are unlikely to come to mind in this instance. As for your influence on our world after the war is over, I believe your close relationship with young Harry would prove more than sufficient.”

“I understand.”

“In a few more minutes Severus will arrive here to see who I've chosen to defend his case. He may not be pleasant to you but do not fear his tongue. You have my faith, at least, that you will perform your task splendidly. Nevertheless, perhaps it would be wise if you won his trust, so he could confide in you when the need arises. A confidante is a thing Severus would surely wish for and sorely needs even now. Do you want him to trust you and give you a place by his side?”

“Yes.” She replied enthusiastically. Not only was she given an important and unique mission, she would get the approval of her old Potions’ Professor. She must be the luckiest girl in Hogwarts.

"Then what will you do to earn his trust?

"I could, I could swear an Unbreakable Vow to him." She was brave. She would prove to both of her professors that she was worthy of her task, no matter the risk.

"That is a bold proposition but I do not believe it is necessary. We should not risk your death for the slightest mistake. A less grievous charm should suffice. I think I have one that would suit the need amply." He picked an aged parchment covered with unfamiliar signs from his desk and sneaking gleeful glances at her as he perused it, valiantly tried to suppress the wide grin that threatened to engulf his face. She wondered what he thought was so funny but decided to ignore it. Everyone knew Professor Dumbledore had an odd sense of humour.

Between quiet snorts, he instructed her on the pronunciation of the charm he chose, an obscure binding charm invented by Mandarin wizards centuries ago, and on the wand movements that accompanied it. He told her she should cast it once Severus started one of his tirades and with a wink promised her that if she did, it will surely put a stopper in the man's usually unending rants. According to the Headmaster, Professor Snape would understand her vow from his occasional dealings with eastern texts. The charm would wear completely off by her next birthday.

They did not have long to wait. With a quiet knock on the door, her scowling professor entered the room. "Albus? You said you would tell me who you chose for me?"

Professor Dumbledore beamed. "Indeed I did. May I present to you Miss Hermione Granger, a gifted student from our sixth year Gryffindor class? The young lady has agreed to be your champion and defender."

"What kind of joke is this? Do you expect me to be defended by a child? She's a slip of a girl, hardly of age, who should stay at school doing her homework."

"You are too harsh on her, Severus. The young woman is of age and even before that she has always been mature well beyond her years on this Earth. You agreed to do your task if I found someone who'd defend you to all, and being the close friend of the 'Chosen One,' I believe she will have more than enough influence for your needs. Don't complain to me because I didn't choose some old crone for you instead."

"This is intolerable. I will not have one of Potter's creatures hold the power of life and death over me. Will you next have your precious Potter teach my classes in my stead? Choose Minerva instead, or Tonks, or even her classmate Mr. Goyle for all I care. I will not be beholden to…"

The headmaster raised his eyebrows meaningfully at her suppressing a helpless snicker. Standing up shakily she pointed her wand at her surprised professor and quickly intoned the charm she just learned while staring intently at him.

Her professor, Severus, stared at her in wide-eyed disbelief. "Are you mad?!" he nearly shouted at her as he snatched her wand from her lax hands. "How on earth did you come with that charm? You should not even know the language. It will take months just to research the counter-charm and…"

"Professor?" she looked at him uncertainly. Why did he react in this way? The rant was over as expected but the welcoming arms were not appearing to tuck her into their fold. Wait. Why did she think that? She was feeling odd. There was an odd tingle in her belly and she felt nauseous and unsteady. She gave her distraught professor a pleading look. If she could only steady her legs for a moment she would calm him down with a kiss. Nooo! This was insane! Gripping the back of her chair for dear life, she concentrated fiercely on staying in place and doing nothing.

Meanwhile, the Professor was starting to give suspicious glances to his Headmaster. "You did this," he whispered accusatorily. "She may be a know-it-all but she couldn't possibly be that big of a know-it-all."

"Well, you see, Severus," the Headmaster tried to explain between bouts of helpless laughter that were now freely spouting from his mouth.

"I don't want to hear your demented reasoning for doing this. Does she even know what she just did?"

"I was bonding myself to you so that you will be sure of my faithfulness," Hermione told him uncertainly, feeling herself redden at his scrutiny. As his eyes lingered, she gradually became aware she was standing behind her chair, her ass sticking up from her bent position. Were his eyes pointed at it? Oh, God. Rushing to straighten herself up she found herself instead collapsing into an undignified heap on the floor.

Looking down his nose at her prostrate form, he whispered cruelly in a sweet tone, "Let me translate for you the promise you just gave me. I'm sure it would not interest you to learn what sort of bond you spelled yourself into since you are, as so many told me, 'the brightest witch of your age,' and as such would never dream," He drew out the word making her breath heavily, "of doing something so utterly moronic and foolhardy as to bespell herself under a, a…"

"Now, now, Severus. That is no way to talk to someone who just gave herself to you, of her own free will I might add. I do believe that her touching vow is a topic better discussed in private rooms." He glanced meaningfully at the numerous portraits of former headmasters who were all staring at the overwhelmed girl on the floor with varying degrees of disgust, pity and undisguised lust. "Why don't you take Miss Granger to your rooms and explain it to her there?"

The irate professor banged his fist on the table. "I will not. Why don't you explain to her what you tricked her into doing?"

"Calm yourself, Severus. All the explaining in the world won't change her condition now. You're angry with me for doing this behind your back but you know I only did this for you. Instead of yelling at me you should thank me for my tasteful gift. I don't mind. I forgive you. Just have fun, you two. You can take her back to her dormitory when you're satisfied. Here, Miss Granger," Hermione heard him say, to the scratch of a quick note being made. A moment later she saw it flutter from his table to land on her face. "Now you can wander Hogwarts' halls at all hours. Severus' password to his rooms is 'Belladonna;' and don't you try changing it behind her back, Severus. You might as well just relax and enjoy it. You know you'll thank me in the end for it."

"I doubt that very much," he hissed back. He was scanning the Headmaster’s table, his boots rasping in the wool of Hermione’s dress. Hermione fought the irresistible urge to lean forward and kiss the tips of said boots when suddenly he leaned forward, lightening-quick, and came up with the parchment the Headmaster had read from earlier. Jabbing his wand angrily at it, he cast a translation charm on it and threw it on top of the note from the Headmaster. "It seems like you have a no-credit extra-curricular research assignment waiting for you, Miss Granger," he said in a grating tone. "We'll see what you think of our vaunted Headmaster's machinations when you're done. It is just like the old days, isn't it, Headmaster? I will grant you your wish!" he said to the Headmaster. "As if there is no other choice."

He was about to storm from the office when Hermione finally stirred to latch onto his leg, crying. "Please, Professor Snape. Don't go. Don't leave me. I need…"

He wouldn't look at her. He was staring stonily through the window, his teeth grinding as she lost the thread of her thought. Freeing his leg from her grasp and stomping to the door, he snarled over his shoulder "Read that paper," and he was gone, slamming the door hard enough to make the windows rattle.

Getting unsteadily to her feet with the notes clutched in her hand, Hermione stumbled backwards toward the door, her eyes not leaving the bulge in the Headmaster's cheek where a lemon drop rested. She groped behind her back for the door handle and fled behind it, rushing to the moving stairs and out into the hall. What had just happened to her in there? The Headmaster, he tricked her somehow, made her do something that Professor Snape apparently found repellent. What was it? She didn't want to return to the office. The Headmaster may have told her the answer but she couldn't return. She felt too humiliated and embarrassed and she didn't even know what the hell happened to her. She had to get away. Her Professor gave her the paper with the spell. She smiled. She could… What was the matter with her? Why would the thought of Snape make her smile? There was something different. It didn't make sense. How could she feel…? Suddenly stopping in place to stand stock still, she unrolled the parchment in her hand and looked.

There, in big letters of stark red was written, "Fire and desire will rage in my heart for none but Professor Severus Snape." The parchment fell to the floor.

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Author's Notes: I hope you liked this so far. We see what Dumbledore's machinations look like from different points of view in this chapter and we have a guest appearance of Egocentric Insensitive Ron Sorry for the delay. I had some other stuff interfering. I'll try to finish the next chapter sooner. The next chapter will have the first lemons.

Also, I have no idea how Hemrione's vow would sound in Mandarin. So, is there anyone out there who can tell us? I'll put a special 'thank you' for anyone who can.

Septentrion – Thanks. As we all know Dumbledore was sorted into Gryffindor for some reason.

Jane – Thanks. Here's the second chapter.

Lisa – Albus is a meddlesome old busybody. As for Severus, I think we'll see him and Hermione get some lemons next chapter.

Purrfus – He is the sort to say 'the end justifies the means'.

Slimeball, haven't thought about that expression. Maybe I'll find a place to add it to the story (referring to Dumbledore).

Melissa – we are always curious to know what goes through the minds of these inscrutable types. Here's our opportunity.

Crinna – here's the second chapter. I hope you like the dialogues here. I'm really giving the dialogues the centre stage in this story.

Jade – thanks. Amy – Here's the second chapter. I'll try to write more soon.

Annie – thanks.

Lisa – here's the update. I'll be sending you an email right after I post it.

Megan Consoer – thanks, here's the next chapter.

Moi 2006 – I might have a beta by the next chapter. Meanwhile I hope this chapter wasn't too bad.

beeky63 – thanks. I have a lot of reason to dislike Dumbledore (though he has his points), so if I get flamed for it, so be it. To me he always seemed like a man using his position as Headmaster to push his own private agenda whenever he could and as a result Hogwarts and its students usually suffer. You may think he does good things in general but as a Headmaster he was really awful. Just to take an example, the only long-term teachers we know he selected personally for the job are Trelawney, Severus and Hagrid, all three really bad teachers for various reasons yet he didn't seem to care. As for the swear-word I did a search on the chapter and didn't find any such word lurking about.

SorceressFujin 2006 – well, I'm putting double spaces between paragraphs just for you.

CryingCinderella – humph, well it seems like we were both right. I wasn't sure how I'll play it till I wrote it down. I hope you liked it.
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