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Standing Up Only Leads to Trouble	By : Kaleidoscopeeyes Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 18051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“That was amazing Hermione!” Ron exclaimed through a mouthful of peas, “Bloody brilliant, everybody was really shocked.”

Hermione mumbled something unintelligible and stirred her food around on her plate. She didn’t feel very hungry.

“Yeah, Hermione” Harry joined in, grinning widely, “I was really impressed! You told him off just like I said.”

“Yes Harry,” she threw down her fork, “just like you said… and just like I said, I got detention. Two weeks worth! You and Ron may be able to screw around during your breaks, but I have a full schedule. I can’t afford to get detention!”

Ron rolled his eyes. “We all know you’ve already finished your homework for this week.”

“But when will I have time to do next week’s homework?”

Come on Hermione,” Harry coaxed, “admit it. You got a rush from telling Snape off, didn’t you?”

“I most certainly did not!” She stared at him, appalled. She hadn’t told them about how frightened and strange the Professor had made her feel during class.

They both laughed.

Hermione scowled at them and stood up to leave. “I’ve got to go, or I’ll be late.”

“Oh, don’t be like that!” Ron stood to stop her. “Look, you’ll be fine. Detentions aren’t that bad. Though I suppose that Snape’s are some of the worst… but never mind that. I’m sure it’ll be over soon enough for you to get at least a couple of assignments done.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and smiled boyishly.

She felt a bit of her coldness towards them melt away, and managed a small smile. “I’ll see you two later.” She turned and walked out of the great hall.

“Good luck!” Harry called after her.

Hermione turned and hurried down the stairway that led to the dungeons. She had only gotten halfway down when she started seeing her breath. The dungeons were always bitterly cold during the autumn and winter months. It felt like she was walking into a freezer. How could she have forgotten her cloak?

She glanced at her watch; 6:58. There was no time to go back. Oh well, maybe Professor Snape would let her cast a heating charm when she got to her detention.

Maybe.

She pulled her robes tighter around her body and turned a corner, only to come face to face with the very last person she wanted to see.

“Oh, Hello Granger; lost your way?”

Hermione scowled. “I don’t have time for you now, Malfoy. Go bother someone else.” She tried to walk around him, but his goons sidestepped into her path.

“Oh that’s right; you have detention with Snape tonight.” He gave her a nasty smile. “I hope he saved a particularly vile task for you.”

“Oh, like looking at you for more than five minutes?” She quipped.

His eyes narrowed. “You’d better watch what you say Granger. You’re in our territory now.”

It was then that Hermione noticed that the two people with Malfoy were not his usual sidekicks, but rather two sixth year Slytherin boys she didn't really know.

“What happened to Crabbe and Goyle?” She asked, “Did Professor Snape give them that task as well? Perhaps I should visit them in the hospital wing.”

Malfoy turned a little pink and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the taller of the other boys.

“So, is this the one you were telling us about, Draco?” He had dark tan skin, and looked at her through sharp blue eyes. “She’s certainly a rude little thing, but she’s hardly as ugly as you made her out to be."

Hermione let out an indignant cough, and looked at Malfoy, who was staring back at her hatefully.

“She looks good enough to me” grunted the other boy, who was fat and had an unpleasant, pointed face.

“Anything looks good enough to you.” The tall boy said, giving her an appraising stare. “But I’d have to agree about this one. She’d probably be a decent shag… if you could forget about her muggleborn status for long enough.” He leered at her. “So what do you say honey? You want to give it a go?”

Hermione stared in shock, as they all laughed loudly. No one had ever spoken to her that way! She was so offended, and all she could muster was a “Fuck off” as she tried to push past him.

“Such language!” The tan boy made to grab her arm. “Why don’t you put that dirty little mouth of yours to bet-”

But he never got to finish his sentence, because as soon as he touched her, she wheeled around and yelled “FURNUNCULOUS!”, shooting him point-blank in the face.

“YOU MUDBLOOD BITCH!” He yelled clutching his face as boils quickly sprouted to the point where his eyes were swollen shut. “GET HER!”

Hermione quickly cast a reflection spell over herself, and it was a good thing too, because just as soon as she had, the fat boy cast a nasty nonverbal which was immediately sent back at him. His already copious amount of flesh began ballooning out at an alarming rate so that his arms, legs, and face were quickly disappearing from view. His clothing ripped and tore, and soon he was nothing more than a mounting pile of grotesque flesh. She wasn’t sure what he’d cast, but she was very glad she hadn’t been hit.

“Finite!” Came Malfoy’s voice from her left, and she felt her protection spell dissipate.

“Incarcerous!” Thick ropes shot out of her wand and wrapped tightly around the blond haired boy, causing him to fall into the still expanding body of the other.

There was no way that she was going to wait around here. She turned and sprinted down the hallway. As she rounded a corner she glanced back for one more look at the mayhem behind her – and slammed right into Professor Snape.

She ricocheted off his body and would have hit the ground, had he not grabbed her wrist and hoisted her up at the last minute.

“Miss Granger, what the devil do you think you’re doing?” He asked; his voice full of aggravation.

“I… I um…” She pulled weakly with her arm.

He didn’t let her go. “Speak up! You’re late for your detention. I thought, perhaps you had decided you were too good for punishment, and I was going to retrieve you myself.

Hermione pulled a little harder, but he still wouldn’t let her go. She was starting to feel that same, strange anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

“But now I see that you are merely disrespectful and tardy.” He gave her a calculating look. “What were you running from?”

“I… Nothing. I was late, so I was hurrying.” She lied.

Her eyes must have given her away, because Snape continued on his previous route and turned the corner, dragging her along with him.

“Good gods.” He said as he beheld Hermione’s handiwork.

The tan boy was wandering blindly around the corridor, one hand on his face, and one outstretched. Some of his boils had ruptured and there was pus streaming down his chin. The fat boy was now so enormous that he was blocking the hallway, and there were muffled screams coming from somewhere in his right side.

Hermione let out a yelp as Snape’s cold fingers dug into her wrist.

“Did you do this?” He asked quietly, his dark eyes glinting.

She managed a small nod.

He pulled out his wand and turned back to the chaos in front of them. He silently performed a couple of complicated movements, and the expanding boy began to contract. Strangely, he wasn’t shrinking as much as he was… deflating. His folds of skin were settling down on the ground in a sickening way. It was like letting the air out of a beach ball.

Almost as soon as he was free of the smothering body, Malfoy began to scream. “THAT GRYFFINDOR COW DID THIS PROFESSOR! WE HAD OUR BACKS TURNED AND SHE ATTACKED FROM BEHIND! DON’T THINK I WON’T TELL MY FATHER ABOUT THIS! SHE SHOULD BE EXPELLED! SHE SHOULD BE MADE TO GO BACK TO HER MUGGLE FAMILY! SHE SHOULD…!”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Snape barked, shutting up his student. “You will escort your housemates to the infirmary at once.” He flicked his wand, disposing of Malfoy’s restraints.

“But Professor –”

“At once, Mr. Malfoy.”

Hermione felt a brief sense of triumph as Malfoy grimly turned towards the other two boys, clearly unsure how to proceed.

This feeling was short lived, however. She felt her stomach drop into her feet as she looked up into Snape’s face, which was full of a cool, shrewd anger. And what was that? Was that a smile at the corner of his lip? Sweet Merlin, what was he going to do to her?

“Come along, Miss Granger” he said unnecessarily, as he once again began dragging her down the hallway.

Her fingers were starting to feel numb. “Please Professor… I’m loosing circulation in my hand.”

He abruptly let go of her arm and looked a little surprised, as if he hadn’t realized he was holding on to her. He didn’t say anything, however, and they continued on their way, Hermione walking quickly in order to keep up with Snape’s long strides.

After a couple minutes of silent walking, they reached the potions classroom, but they did not enter. Instead, Professor Snape opened his office door and gestured for her to step inside.

Her heart sank. She had hoped that he might just have her start on her detention right away, foolish as that hope might have been. She had just cursed three of his students after all. Her stomach twisted. Was he going to tell Dumbledore? Was she going to be expelled? She had to say something.

“Professor, I–” she started.

“I did not tell you to speak, Miss Granger.” He snapped. “Stop wasting my time and sit down.”

She quickly entered his office and sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair in front of his desk. Snape’s office always made her hair stand on end, and this time was no different. The bits of plants and animals that were suspended in various potions made her feel very unsettled; especially a fetal pig that Hermione could swear was looking straight at her.

The Professor shut the door and sat down. He fixed her with an icy stare, and began to tap his long fingers on his desk. “Attacking another student is a very serious offense, Miss Granger.” He said soberly. “And you have attacked three.”

She started to feel a little panicked. “Sir, it wasn’t as though it was malicious.” She wrung her hands nervously. “They were… I was provoked, and… and the hex that the larger boy was hit with wasn’t even mine. I just deflected it.”

“And what was this supposed provocation?”

She fidgeted in her seat. “I’d rather not say, sir.” She said quietly, looking down at her hands. She most certainly did not want to repeat what the tall boy had said to her (especially not to Snape of all people).

“Attacking another student so viciously is grounds for expulsion, Miss Granger. Mr. Malfoy may very well have been crushed or suffocated if that spell had been allowed to continue. Do you wish to be expelled?”

“No! Please sir, anything but that” she cried.

“Then tell me what was done.”

“They said… some inappropriate things.” She muttered lamely.

“Miss Granger,” Snape growled. “If I have to ask you one more time…”

“They said that I might be a decent shag if I wasn’t a muggle-born and that I should put my mouth to better use!” Hermione blurted out, turning beet-red and burying her face in her hands. She’d never felt so embarrassed. She wanted to dissolve into nothing right there. Her throat tightened up. And now she was going to be expelled as well! She tried to fight it, but it was inevitable. Tears began to slip through her fingers.

“Stop it, Miss Granger. Stop this nonsense at once.” He said sharply, only making Hermione cry harder.

“You are not going to be expelled, now stop crying.”

“I’m… I’m not?” Hermione looked up, her face wet.

“Of course not” he scowled at her. “As much as I would love to be forever free of your annoying presence, I’m afraid that the Headmaster would have none of it. Though I have seen little proof, you are supposedly the most brilliant witch that has come to Hogwarts in many years, and as such you are invaluable. I daresay that I could find you brewing illegal love potions in the forbidden forest in order to poison the staff, and you would still be safe.”

She blinked at him.

“But you already know this, of course.” He sneered.

“What?” Hermione asked, confused. “No, I’ve never–”

He interrupted her again. “Of course you have. You have been flaunting your immunity since you first realized that your test scores were far beyond your peers; misbehaving and breaking rules at will, because you knew there was no way they were going to punish ‘the brightest witch of her age’” he said in a mocking voice. “While other teachers fawn over you, only I have attempted to punish your misdeeds.

She stared at him in shock. Was he completely deluded? “Excuse me sir,” her voice took on an irate edge, “but I don’t think that I would call tying my shoe or dropping a book a ‘misdeed’.”

Snape narrowed his eyes at her. “I do not have to justify myself to you. You got what you deserved.”

Hermione knew she should shut up, but he was being so pompous; so infuriatingly unjust. How dare he suggest that she use her good marks as an excuse to misbehave? Hadn’t she always been the voice of reason to Harry and Ron when they wanted to break the rules?

“Just admit it Professor.” She scathed. “You can’t stand that a mere muggle-born Gryffindor has bested all your Slytherins in academics. You take points and give me detentions because you want to keep me down. You want to break my spirit.” She crossed her arms and gave him a challenging stare. “Well I have news for you, Professor. It won’t work.”

Snape let out a sharp deriding laugh. “Is that what you think? That I’m threatened by you?” He stood up, leaned over his desk, and looked her in the eyes. “You’re dead wrong, Miss Granger but, by all means, think that if you like.”

With Snape so close to her, Hermione once again felt a stab of nervous fear and something… something else. She swallowed hard and tried to keep her gaze steady. Why was he affecting her this way? How could she go from nervousness to impertinence and back again so easily? She wanted to give him a piece of her mind and hide from him at the same time. It didn’t make any sense! And what was this uneasy warmth in her stomach brought about by his stare? It felt all wrong; she wished it would go away.

“I am adding three more weeks of detention to your punishment.”

“Three more weeks?” Hermione exclaimed, “But that… that’s five weeks, Professor!”

“You can do simple mental math.” He said dryly, sitting down again. “Incredible.”

“How will I find time to do my schoolwork?”

“You should have asked yourself that question, before attacking members of my house.”

“Please Professor,” She said desperately. “I can’t… not every night for five weeks! It’s just not possible! I have a full schedule, I need my evenings!”

Snape shook his head coldly. “House points clearly mean very little to you. Perhaps hard labor will force you to behave. Do not fight me on this, or you will lose your weekends as well.”

Hermione shut her mouth but glared at him hatefully.

He stood and walked towards the door. “I hope you came prepared to work, Miss Granger, because work you shall.”
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