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Snape's Apprentices	By : Lalani Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two
Six Hours earlier, during Advanced Potions
The classroom, was mostly silent, the only sounds the soft bubbling of the cauldrons and the furious chopping of the students. Potions was Hermione’s favourite class but she loved it even more when Professor Snape gave them a demonstration. Today, though, they were brewing themselves, so she couldn’t watch his elegant hands work on ingredients.
Hermione was chopping up the St. John´s wort needed for the potion. She asked herself why they were using a Muggle-Plant, when she suddenly got cramps. For a moment she thought she was getting her period, but after counting the days, she knew it still wasn't that time of the month. She put it out of her head, but the longer she was chopping the plant, the worse the cramping got. When She went over to the basin to wash her hands and it stopped, but when she returned to her workplace in the front row it started up again. Confused, she thought it might be an allergic reaction to the plant. She quickly reread the recipe in her Potions Book and froze when she read the warnings at the bottom of the page.
While the St. John´s wort has incredible healing powers, even being called “Battle herb” in the old days, it is important to be careful in its handling by pregnant witches. It can cause miscarriages and infertility as a result. Usual symptoms are cramping while handling the plant and a break-out of small rashes at the pulse points.
She shook her head slightly, knowing she wasn’t pregnant, but still pulled up the sleeve on her left arm. To her great shock she saw a small rash had already broken out at the inside of her wrist.
She frantically looked up, trying to locate the Potions Master. When she spotted him, he was standing at the left side of the room, in front of Draco’s table, but his eyes were fixated on Harry, who was working next to her. She tried to get his attention, but he was staring intently at Harry's desk.
When she looked over at Harry, she at first didn't get why the Professor was staring like that, until she noticed him measuring out the frog toes, while there was still unchopped St. John’s wort on his desk. Before she could warn him not to add them, Harry was already lifting the spoon and dropping them into the cauldron. The potion instantly started bubbling and hissing madly, before it started shaking. She felt magic washing over her and then the world turned upside down.
She was blown away by a heavy force, landing against something soft and hard at the same time. She fell down on the ground, hearing screams and groans all around her, feeling nearly unbearable heat on her skin. Scrambling up on her hands and knees, she looked over to the right and saw Dean Thomas lying there with his arm twisted at an unnatural angle and pain written all over his face. Lying on him, unconscious, was Ron, who was red all over. All around them there was dust, heaps of debris, some wood, some stone, and limbs sticking out here and there from piles of human-shaped hills.
She shook her head to clear it from the fog and slowly stood up, looking over a completely destroyed classroom. She saw Professor Snape standing on the other side, with an ashen faced Draco half sitting, half lying at his desk and a piece of wood sticking out of his right leg. Pansy Parkinson was next to him, shaking and sobbing, trying to get him to answer her, while Professor Snape was checking his pulse. He then looked up, saw her standing there unharmed and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. That sigh immediately stuck in his throat when he looked down at her feet, where students were lying bleeding amongst the rubble.
He swished his wand quickly, calling out “Expecto Patronum!”
Silver mist streamed out of his wand to hastily form a doe that took off at a run after the Professor spoke a message for Madame Pomfrey.
“Calm down, all of you! Anyone that is well enough to stand, do so and step out of the classroom! Those who are stuck under a classmate that is seriously hurt or unconscious, bloody well stay there, before you hurt them even more!” Professor Snape bellowed, before stunning Draco and looking Pansy over to see if she was hurt. When he saw she was okay, he send her outside. As he did with the other three Slytherins on that side of the room, where the blast hadn't reached. He quickly walked over to her side of the room, which obviously had been hit the hardest.
“Are you hurt, Miss Granger?” Professor Snape asked her, while running his hand through his hair.
“N-n-no, Sir, I am not, but I th-think Dean is seriously hurt.” she answered him, while trembling.
“Alright, I will take care of this. Please do step outside with the rest.” he answered, already checking on Ron and Dean. Hermione shakily made her way around the three, when she remembered Harry. She frantically started looking around, spotting Harry at the back of the room, collapsed on a table, his breathing shallow and blood all over his face.
“Professor! Professor! I think Harry is seriously hurt!” she called out, while turning around to Professor Snape.
He was already on his feet and rushing over towards Harry, quickly swishing his wand over him and then suddenly starting a quiet chant. She watched, in shock, as the blood started receding from Harry's face and his breathing evened out. He was still unconscious and lying in a heap over the broken desk, but didn't seem to be in immediate danger.
When Professor Snape turned around and started sneering at her, she remembered that she was supposed to have stepped outside. She turned around to leave through the door when she saw, in shock, that the door was blown away, along with half of the wall. She could clearly see the hallway. She walked out and along the hallway, to the stairs that led up and out of the dungeons.
Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were standing there, worriedly looking at her.
“Is everyone alright? I heard you call out that Potter is seriously hurt?” Blaise asked quietly.
“He was. There was bl-blood all over. But then Professor Snape started chanting a-and then it went away...”she stammered, still in shock.
Blaise nodded his head and then fearfully asked about Draco.
“He seemed fine...at least Professor Snape didn't seem concerned.” she answered.
Just then they heard a horde of feet coming down the stairs. When they turned the corner at the landing and took the last stairs, Madame Pomfrey, Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall came into view. All three of them barely glanced at them before turning into the hallway that led to the Potions classroom, where they suddenly stopped to take in the chaos.
They looked at each other in shock, before moving even faster and then disappearing through the hole in the wall.
After a few moments, Professor McGonagall came out again and briskly walked towards the four of them.
“You will all come up with me to the infirmary, where you can wait until Madame Pomfrey has looked you over and made sure you are alright. Come along now!”
They followed Professor McGonagall to the infirmary, where they stayed until everything had been sorted out. Dean had had his arm fixed and Ron had just had a small concussion. Harry and Draco had been hurt the most, with Harry getting a severe blow to the head from his cauldron (Idiot deserved that, if you asked her) and a piece of wood getting stuck in his shoulder.
After they had been released, Hermione had been slowly walking towards the Head Girls and Boys rooms, when she remembered the odd reaction she had had while chopping up ingredients. She walked faster, through the shared common room into her bedroom, where she promptly took out her calendar. She religiously marked her periods. If she didn’t she would completely forget them and that usually ended in a mess, with Draco making fun of her.
She saw that she really wasn't due anytime soon. And since she was still a virgin, there really was no way that she was pregnant. She laughed nervously at her own silliness.
Maybe I should still do a pregnancy spell, just to be sure, she thought.
She pulled out the book she had on magical pregnancies, a gift from Molly Weasley for her and Ginny as part of their sex Ed. She could still remember how embarrassed Mrs Weasley had been back then, but the old witch had figured that Mrs. Granger knew nothing about a witches periods and pregnancies. She had taught them both the contraception spells and potions they needed. For Hermione and Ginny that had been a gift, since they were the only ones in Gryffindor who knew the potion. They usually brewed it up in secret and sold it to the other girls. It made for a pretty penny. They both saved up that money religiously for their apprenticeships. She wanted to become a Potions Mistress, while Ginny wanted to become a Spells Mistress.
Hermione found the pregnancy spell and tried out the wand movements, before turning it on herself and muttering the spell. A moment later, she sat there with her breath frozen in her chest.
There in front of her belly, was a soft blue light, pulsing with her heartbeat and slowly bobbing up and down.
How can that be?? How can I be pregnant??She thought frantically.
Six tries later and the spell still showed she was supposedly pregnant.
“Nononono, this can´t be right! I am virgin!” she muttered to herself. “Alright, calm down Hermione! First, you will go to Madame Pomfrey and have her do the spell again, maybe you just didn't do it right!”
She was halfway down to the infirmary, when she thought of something that tilted her world on its axis again. She had heard of Date-rape potions that would make a witch do anything a wizard wanted, leaving her with no memory of what had happened the night before. Those potions were suddenly popping up all over wizarding Britain. It had been such a problem, that they had actually had special lessons with Madame Pomfrey about how to spot them. She thought that might have been done to her, especially if she told them she was a virgin.
But certainly Draco would have asked me if I had brought someone along or stayed out to long! She thought.
Still, she would mention it. And then she thought of something else.
When I go down there and tell them I am a virgin and I think that potion might have been slipped to me they will think I have been raped! And their first conclusion will be that it was Draco!
She just knew that Malfoy would be their first suspect, like with everything. All of the former Death Eaters children were ostracised and treated badly. In their fourth year there even had been a discussion about excluding them from Hogwarts and taking away their wands, right along with their parents.
She had always thought that grossly unfair, but it had only really hit home when she had started sharing her quarters with the Head Boy. He would get howlers weekly. At the start of their sixth year, he had started looking for an apprenticeship and though he came in second after her, grade wise, he couldn't get even one Potions Master to accept him, while she had offers coming out of her ears. In the end, after they had become good friends, she had thought to only take an apprenticeship with a Master who would agree to take on Draco too. Till this day, only three had accepted this stipulation and those were foreigners.
She had planned to talk with Professor Snape about taking her on as an apprentice and if he said yes, to take on Draco too, since she didn’t want to leave Britain. And anyway, he was one of the best Potioneers anyway. She knew he would refuse her alone because she was a Gryffindor, but maybe with Draco he would agree. He couldn’t take on Draco on his own, since he had been seen as a Voldemort-sympathizer.
Professor Snape! She suddenly thought. He can help without immediately thinking the worst of Draco!
With panic and hope both filling her chest, she turned around and hurried to the dungeons.
Now
Remembering everything that had led up to this moment, with her sitting in her Professors bedroom, Hermione Granger was trying not to start crying again. She was utterly confused.
While her Professor was dealing with his guests, she had thought of something quite simple to determine if she was still a virgin. She had been, admittedly, snooping around in Professor Snape’s chambers, after being thrown into his sitting room, when she had seen the small hand-mirror laying on a sideboard.
She had been looking around, taking in the shelves lining the wall, with only enough space left between them for the two doors facing each other. On her left side was the chimney with a beautiful Persian rug in front of it and two old leather armchairs and a small coffee table between them. On her right side was a small dining table with two chairs and the sideboard with a tea tray on it. All of the furniture was in a dark, nearly black wood.
She had snatched up the mirror, a delicate thing made out of old tarnished silver, with beautiful carvings. She didn't even let herself think too much about the fact that it was odd that such a feminine mirror was lying around in her Professors rooms.
After walking through the other door, she found herself in his bedroom. Here, the furniture and the floor was made out of light, grey wood, another surprise considering the dour man it belonged to. The rug beneath the bed was a startling white, as was his bedding. The huge four poster bed stood facing the door, with the closet and a small dresser on her right side. On her left side was another door, which turned out to be the bathroom.
It was held completely in black, with a huge sink/vanity on her left. It was made out of black marble, just like the shower next to it. On the opposite wall was a huge window that looked out into the lake?? She saw fish swimming around and could see the ground of the lake with plants lazily waving with the water. In front of the window was a free standing, claw footed tub, also made out of black marble.
Hermione hesitated for a moment but then decided to return to the bedroom. She was NOT doing that in front of a window where the merfolk could watch in on her if they went past. She quickly locked the door, turn the lights on as high as she could and took off her pants and knickers.
Now, after seeing that she in fact was still a virgin, she was sitting here going through all of the possibilities of how this was possible. She slowly stood up and unlocked the door again, before returning to the foot of the bed and sitting down again. Which was how the Professor found her when he walked in later.
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