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What a Beautiful Curse COMPLETE	By : Talented_Mrs_Lupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione hated the fact that she was always on time to everything. How she would have loved to have gotten to the house an hour late just to show Snape that she was an adult and couldn’t be pushed around. However, she had morals and a reputation to uphold and wouldn’t let that cocky prick sully it. Hermione wasn’t really sure what it was that was bothering her about Snape, she’d worked with Lucius Malfoy when the potion had messed with his brain so badly that he’d reverted back in to his old prejudice self and he’d been yelling and trying to hit her and that hadn’t bothered her...she wasn’t sure what was so different now. On top of that it wasn’t like he was going to be in the house with her except on the weekends and she could leave then.
“Miss Granger” Snape greeted as she walked up to the front gates that had a large, serpentine ‘P’ on the front that made her roll her eyes “Welcome to Prince Manor”
“Happy to be here” Hermione answered a little coldly.
He smirked and turned away from her opening the gate and letting her pass. Hermione looked around the huge front and side yards, there were big trees scattered around the yard and a large dark forest that was very foreboding. The walkway that led to the house was made of copper colored rocks and the house it led up to was huge and dark, the outside could have been white once but was now a creepy grey color, the windows all had drapes closed over them and the porch had broken floor boards and the swing, which was moving in the wind creaked creepily. She ran a few steps to catch up to the fast walking potions master, the steps creaked as they walked up them. He looked over his shoulder with a slight smirk and let her walk past in to the house, the foyer managed to be dark though the sun was shining bright outside and there was a slight chill in the air.
“This is the house” Snape told her uselessly “Aunt Amelia is on the second floor fifth door on the right the one with the silver door handle”
He waved his index and middle finger in a ‘come here’ motion. They walked up the stairs and then turned towards and walked down the right side of the hallway and stopped outside the silver-handled door. He looked at her for a moment before turning the handle and walking in with a small knock. They entered a small, comfortable sitting room and in a chair before a roaring fire (it was uncomfortably hot in there) was a frail looking elderly woman. She had long, white hair that was coiled up and piled on the top of her head. She had a hooked nose, large dark blue eyes that looked at her with instant guardedness and dislike, she had delicate hands with long fingers that were knitting something.
“Hello” Hermione greeted “My names Hermione Granger and I’m the Hospice Healer that will be staying with you while your nephew is working during the week”
“Hello” Amelia said “You’re the little girl my Severus has told me so much about?”
“He’s spoken about me?” Hermione asked, giving him a smirk “What has he said?”
“That you’re a know-it-all” She answered “Overly intelligent and wants everyone to know it, that you’ll likely talk my ear off about frivolous things”
“Nice to know that he remembers the best about me” Hermione answered with a smile for the old woman and a glare for the man next to her.
“I think I should show her to her bedroom” Severus said and the older woman smiled “We’ll be back soon, Amelia”
“Remember Sev” She called out and Hermione saw his shoulders tense at the nickname “A ring on the hand before you even attempt to take out your...”
“OKAY!” He snapped, there was a slight pinkish blush coloring his face.
Hermione followed behind him at a slower rate than his galloping pace. She had a small smirk on her face, he was obviously embarrassed at what his aunt had been about to say and she only assumed it was something about not having sex with her before he married her. It was nice to see the fearsome man being embarrassed for once instead of being the one doing the embarrassment. She was brought to a room two doors down on the left side of the hallway, he opened the door and entered before her. Her mouth dropped open, there was a beautiful library/office area with a desk and many bookcases just waiting for her to fill them up. Then there was a room with a fireplace with two chairs and a coffee table between them. The canopy bed was on a raised platform, there were two wall sconces that held two candles that she realized held electronic lights. To the right of the bed was a bathroom that had a clawfoot tub, shower stall and all the other things she’d need.
“This room is oddly...” She trailed off because she wasn’t able to think of the right word.
“I know” He said with a nod “Muggle, right?”
“There’s electricity” Hermione pointed out to him uselessly as she flipped a switch and the lights in the chandelier over the sitting room came on “How odd”
“My aunt Amelia was married to a muggle” Severus told her “I told you she had a hard life, when she was a teenager a pureblooded woman who was promised to another and dared to marry a muggle or muggleborn was often shunned by her family members” He sat on the edge of the bed “She married the muggle man when she was sixteen and he died when she was thirty-three, she and her son moved back here with her family but I fear they were very abusive towards her”
“I’m so sorry” Hermione whispered.
“Her son died under suspicious circumstance” Severus told her, Hermione hated to admit it but the history was rather interesting and she wanted to learn more and the fact that he was managing to hold a conversation without being a prick fascinated her to no end “She was kept locked in a room for years and finally when my grandparents died the house and money all became hers, by then she was a shut in”
“Interesting” Hermione said with a small smile.
“I am not telling you this to entertain you, Miss Granger” He snarled as he stood back up “I am trying to give you a heads up if she wakes up screaming or starts talking to herself when she’s in there alone, these are things you should know, right?”
“Of course” Hermione said, red-faced “Thank you for telling me”
“I will be in the house with you tonight” He told her “But tomorrow afternoon I have to leave and will be gone until Friday evening”
“As long as I have my weekends off” Hermione reminded him and he offered up a glare before walking to the door.
“Dinner is always at five” He said from the doorway “Breakfast at seven and lunch at twelve, she is a woman of routine, follow me after dinner and I will show you where her potions are kept and I will make sure they are restocked every week”
“If you were going to be making the potions yourself then why couldn’t Neville have come here?!” Hermione snapped at him “I could be having a nice little vacation right now!”
He offered a mean little smirk at her before walking out the door. She sat down on the chair she was standing near and let out an annoyed huff before looking around the room again. At least she wouldn’t be stuck alone in her tiny apartment all the time, she’d have Snape’s notebooks to go through and there was a potions lab in the house (she’d already made sure of that) all she really had to do was make sure that Amelia was safe and content. How hard could that be?
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Tuesday:
How hard could it be? How hard could it be?! She was a bloody moron, it was three days in to her new work place and she’d been run ragged. Amelia wanted her to eat breakfast with her at seven in the morning (Hermione never ate before nine) then she wanted to walk in the front yard but only on a specific path going a specific way. Snape told Hermione that she would sit in her little sitting room and read or knit but that wasn’t true. She hated being alone and told Hermione numerous times that it made her feel like she was back in her room on the third floor with nothing but he mice and rats to keep her company. So, Hermione was forced to hold the yarn for her, read to her until she fell asleep and try to escape the bedroom without waking her. The naps never lasted long though and once she was awake it was sitting with her again holding yarn and listening to her breathing. Talking too much annoyed her and asking questions annoyed her to no end so Hermione’s days were boring and lonely.
“Hermione, dear” Amelia said as she was knitting a scarf “By the time I was your age I already had a baby and had already put one in the ground, is there something wrong with you?”
“I...I don’t think so” Hermione said, looking at the woman as nicely as she could “Why would you ask?” She should have known that working for the old bag wouldn’t be as simple as she had originally thought she was working with the female version of Snape.
“Why aren’t you married?” Amelia asked “Why don’t you have kids?”
“I’m too busy working to meet men and I don’t want to bring a baby in the world if I’m not married” Hermione explained to her and the woman nodded.
“At least your smart enough not to do that” Amelia said leaning back in her chair and putting her knitting down on her lap “My nephew made you out to be some amazing big-shot in the wizarding world. A war-heroine, smartest witch of her age...I was expecting someone...more”
“I don’t know about the smartest witch of the age” Hermione said “It’s been said for years but I still don’t believe it. I did fight in the war but if I’d been more of a hero then maybe more people would have...”Hermione took a deep breath and looked at her feet as tears filled her eyes.
“Lived” She finished “Maybe that’s true”
“Excuse me” Hermione stood up and dropped the yarn that was in her lap and left the room.
The rest of the week went by with very little change. The only difference between Tuesday and the days that followed was that Amelia seemed to realize that she’d overstepped a boundary and left her alone. They still took their walks in the morning and the evening, still had breakfast, lunch and dinner together and Hermione would still read to her but that was it. By Friday, when Snape came back for his first weekend home from Hogwarts he was surprised to find Hermione sitting outside on the front stoop waiting for him.
“You lied to me” She said when he walked closer “You told me she was simple to get along with but she’s not and I don’t think I can do this, I am sorry and I will send over either Parvati or Neville Longbottom”
“I didn’t lie” He said, frowning “You heard what you wanted to hear. I’m sorry, Miss Granger but I assumed that part of your job included spending time with your patients but the letter sent to me on Wednesday said that you can’t get far enough away from her”
“Then it’s not hard for you to fire me” Hermione snapped standing up and glaring at him “But for the record, my own that is. Your aunt more or less accused me of being the reason so many died in the war, she hints that there is something wrong with me because I’m not married...”
“She’s old...” He started.
“She’s hinted” Hermione said walking closer to him with a superior look on her face “That when you spoke about me, before I got here, that you spoke my name with reverence and that she was so sure she’d be meeting a fiancée and not a Hospice Healer”
“She’s old” He said with less conviction in his tone “She doesn’t understand...I am not going to fire you!” It was his turn to look superior “You signed a contract to work here until such a time that I am displeased with your performance or she dies and neither has happened yet”
Hermione glared at him the whole time that he walked in front of her up to the bedroom that held his aunt. She walked right past though he left the door open for her to join them but she didn’t want to ‘impede’ on their family time. She’d taken loads of difficult cases but this one was taking the cake, she’d never been as upset by a patient as she was by Amelia but then again she was also so sure it was because it was Snape that made her impossible to like. With no plans until Saturday afternoon Hermione sat down at her desk and started to compose a letter to Neville whose attitude and level-headedness in situations may be what she needed.
Dearest Neville,
I need your help or guidance. I can’t seem to make this case work for me at all, she makes me angry and has already made me cry. How is it that I could work with Lucius Malfoy calling me a mudblood whore without tears but she made me cry on my third day?
Neville please tell me how to be here. I signed a contract saying that I will be here until she dies or am fired as we all do but Snape won’t fire me and I fear that I actually want her to die so I can leave. What is wrong with me?
Love,
Hermione.
With nothing else to keep her interested Hermione chose to take a hot bubble bath to help her relax. She plugged earbuds in to her head and cranked her music up, closing her eyes she allowed the music to carry her away. She must have fallen asleep because the sky outside of the window in her bathroom had been relatively bright and it was dark outside now. Her water was lukewarm now and all the bubbles were gone and her fingers and toes were wrinkly, with a sigh Hermione pulled herself out of the water and let it out. After drying off she put her robe on and left the bathroom noticing there were two letters on her desk she walked over and lifted the first one.
Dear Hermione,
Have you even let yourself try to like this job. You weren’t happy about taking it when you did and now you’re saying that you hate this job. The problem isn’t the patient or even Snape, it’s you. You seem to think yourself above this job or at least just not cut out for it and you’re poisoning yourself, just try to like it. Try to connect with her on a personal level, there must be something about her that you can connect with. Just try.
Good Luck and contact me if you need me,
Neville.
Hermione made a face at the letter because she knew that he was right. She did it with relationships as well, she frowned at the letter and sighed heavily before sitting down and grabbed the next letter. It was from Snape and she was shocked, he didn’t have an owl here only she did and her owl was hunting now. That meant that he had entered her room, the door was locked and he must have either used the master key or picked the lock and she was furious.
Miss Granger-
I do believe that you have Saturday and Sunday off but should still be working tonight. Where were you at dinner? We waited for you to join us, now don’t you think that’s rude?
-Snape.

A/N: I have it in Snape/Hermione section. Sorry about that I’m getting used to my new laptop. I know that Hermione is a little OOC right now and even Snape is a little but it’s the whole trying to learn to be around one another thing, that and Snape may have another reason behind his actions. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
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