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Nurse Granger	By : Sammy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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What the hell had she done!?
Hermione lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling in the hope that the ancient castle might collapse on top of her and end all her worries. She felt sick to her stomach as she recalled what had happened the previous night. What on earth had she been thinking? Professor Snape had approached her as a patient... okay, he'd grudgingly accepted her assistance as a last resort... but still, he'd been under her care and forced into a vulnerable position and she had completely taken advantage of that!
She considered the wording of her resignation letter yet again and wondered if it would be better to owl Poppy and the headmistress immediately or wait until the mediwitch returned on Monday morning before admitting what she had done. Monday would likely be the better option, she decided. Poppy wouldn't want to be bothered again during her time away. She would work out the week or however long Poppy deemed neccessary to find a replacement, then start over in some other profession. There was no way any other healer would take her on once word spread that she took sexual advantage of patients! She had good grades, so perhaps Harry could get her an inconspicious desk job in some Ministry department. Most of the politicians were morally corrupt in some way or another, so she would fit right in!
Hermione was suddenly very glad of her private rooms in the apprentice quarters. She had no desire to see anyone at that moment. She hadn't stopped blushing since waking up two hours ago and was concerned her face would remain bright red for the rest of her life. She kept playing the previous night's events over and over in her mind. After running out of the room and shamelessly bringing herself off, Hermione had escaped to the storage cupboard to basically hide until Snape had left the medical wing. The main entrance doors had shut with a bang twenty minutes later, signalling his exit, and she had returned to the now empty private room. He had cleaned up any evidence that he'd been there and Hermione had given the room a quick once over before locking up and racing back to her own rooms to sit and panic. It was now eight in the morning and she still hadn't moved.
Her behaviour was... she couldn't think of a term that encompassed just how innappropriate, depraved, sadistic and down right illogical her actions were. And it had come entirely out of the blue! She'd never thought about Professor Snape that way before. Snape... one of the most infuriating, terrifying, demanding, sarcastic, unforgiving and unreachable figures she had ever met. Snape the ex-Death Eater, the double agent of the war, the cruel potions master that had made her cry and rage so many times as a younger student. The sallow skinned, hook nosed, greasy haired, bat of the dungeons that had plagued every lesson with rude and biting comments towards even the brightest and made the lives of pupils like Neville a nightmare. Since when did her libido consider men like that a desirable focus of attention? She was clearly going mad!
Hermione groaned and thumped her pillow hard. She knew she couldn't hide away in her rooms forever. She still had to cover the medical wing in Poppy's absence and her stomach was growling with hunger. Snape rarely ate in the hall at weekends, so at least she would be spared that abasement. Hermione had absolutely no desire to face that man if she could help it and she doubted he felt any different. She would simply continue with her routine as normal and hopefully avoid any further encounters. She no longer had potions classes to attend, so if she ate breakfast early and took enough food to last her the day then with any luck she would never have to see Snape again.
She hauled herself off to the bathroom to wash and dress and then hesitantly wandered to the hall to eat.

The Gryffindor table was busy with excited chatter when she arrived. Neville was already waiting for her when she plonked down her bag and took her usual seat near the end. The boy had grown up into a much taller, stronger and confident version of the timid student he had been when they were younger. The war had left him with a certain inner toughness that he'd lacked before, although Hermione was certain that finally escaping potion classes had also done him a world of good. He was now one of two apprentices of Professor Sprout and was helping to rebuild the destroyed greenhouses.
'What happened?' He looked up at her, frowning at the dark circles under her eyes as he pushed a mug of tea her way.
'Oh, nothing much. Couldn't sleep.' Hermione smiled gratefully at the much needed caffeine. 'What's with all the noise?'
'Ah... you didn't see the Slytherin table when you came in?'
'No, why?'
Neville opened his mouth to speak, but then his gaze snapped up and focused on something behind her shoulder. His expression darkened.
'Granger.' A familiar voice purred. Her heart skipped a beat and she swallowed a mouthful of tea before turning around.
To her right stood a slim, blonde figure with icy blue eyes. Instead of the regular school robes, he wore a fairly smart but plain dark blue longcoat with matching trousers and a plain white shirt. Not his usual fancy attire.
'Draco!' She couldn't prevent the waver in her voice. He was the last person she had ever thought to see back at the school. Lucius Malfoy's imprisonment and pending trial had been dragged out very publicly in the Daily Prophet, the Ministry wanting to shame as many of the well-heeled followers of Voldemort as possible. It was highly likely that Lucius and his more financially able peers would eventually be pardoned, so they were being punished by wizarding society in other ways. It was fairly common public knowledge that they were guilty, but, as in the muggle world, money would shout louder than justice.
'What do you want?' Neville snapped. Hermione was a little shocked by the aggressive tone; it sounded very unlike him. Although she understood his anger. 'You should be ashamed to even show your face here after what your family did!'
Hermione took a deep breath, waiting for the inevitable fight that would ensue. Just what she needed!
But instead, something totally unexpected occured.
'You're right.' Draco nodded at him. 'I am ashamed and I don't deserve to be here. What happened... it is unforgivable and I won't ask you to accept my apology. Although for what it's worth, I am truly sorry. I'm no longer in contact with either of my parents and haven't been for some time. I asked headmistress McGonagall if I could offer my services to the school in any way, and she has taken me on as a voluntary assistant to the school treasurer. So I will be working here for the foreseeable future. But I will do my best to stay out of your way. I appreciate you won't want to speak to me. Either of you.'
He briefly looked over at Hermione, but didn't meet her eye for long. He seemed genuinely remorseful.
Hermione was speechless and simply stared at the young wizard as if he'd just addressed the both of them in fluent Russian. Neville was a little more responsive.
'No, I don't want your apology and I don't want to see you.' He retorted. 'Stay away from the greenhouses!'
Draco simply nodded, before returning to his own seat on the other side of the hall.
'How dare he!' Neville fumed, before looking back at Hermione and sighing. His anger quickly faded. 'Well, at least I'll never have to share another class with him.'
'True.' Hermione took a bite of toast, still confused by the whole experience.
'I'm amazed McGonagall agreed to take him on.' Neville added, prodding at the bacon and eggs on his own plate.
'She must really believe he's sorry.' She replied. 'I mean, Professor McGonagall wouldn't let Draco back in the school unless she was convinced he was safe.'
'Hmm...' Neville didn't sound so sure.
'How's Luna doing?' Hermione decided to change the subject to something lighter. It was unnerving to see Neville in a bad mood and his girlfriend was always a topic that brightened his spirits.
'She started her new job as assistant magizoologist to Dr Yelman last week. She seems to like it, although it's hard to tell exactly what Luna's thinking at times.' He grinned. 'She said the floor in the main laboratory is the perfect shade of blue and Dr Yelman has wonderful hair. So I think that's a good sign. She'll only be there for a year or so before her next assignment.'
'Well, that's... positive.' Hermione laughed. It was hard not to like Luna, but Hermione never understood how the girl viewed the world. She seemed to have a very different perspective to everyone else.
'I think so. What about you? I barely saw you last week with all the extra shifts Madame Pomfrey's been giving you. Are you up there today?'
Hermione stared pointedly at her breakfast as she was reminded of her imminent departure and the reason why. She nodded briefly.
'She's working you hard! Still, I suppose it's good to get in as much practice as possible. Professor Sprout is putting me in charge of growing the all basic herbs for some of the medicinal potions. Although I'm hoping Snape will just send one of the house elves when they're ready. I still don't like talking to him!'
Hermione felt her face begin to burn at the mention of his name and turned her head slightly to hide behind her hair. Fortunately she was saved from having to respond.
'Ah, I need to get going. I'm off to Hogsmeade to pick up new seeds before the crowds appear. Don't work too hard!' He patted her shoulder and got up, grabbing an extra piece of toast to take with him.
Hermione was left to her own devices again and absently glanced up at the staff table. Snape's chair was indeed empty, as she'd hoped. She then found herself turning to peer over at the Slytherin table and a certain blonde haired wizard. Draco was sat near at end by himself reading through a folder of notes. He didn't seem overly interested in the other conversations taking place and ignored the two other Slytherin apprentices chatting near by. Hermione was still confused by his earlier speech. She had held mixed feelings about Draco's involvement in the war since the last year of school. She certainly didn't like the spoiled brat, but she was also quite certain that he had been dragged into the war by his father's allegiance and not through his own choice. The evidence given during the trials had made that clear. The fact that the headmistress was willing to take him on as an employee only underscored her view. She trusted Professor McGonagall's opinion. If McGonagall believed he posed no risk then she supposed that was good enough for her.
Hermione grabbed some extra food for lunch and made her way back to the medical wing.

Saturday would likely remain free of any patients, so she decided to make use of the peace and quiet and get some of her research work out of the way. In addition to all of the practical experience she was gaining as Poppy's apprentice, there was a self-directed project to complete as part of her overall assessment. Although considering the position she had left herself in, it no longer mattered whether she finished it. Still, perhaps Poppy would find her research useful. Hermione had chosen to investigate the comparative effects of muggle versus magical cures for several illnesses; something that had been dismally overlooked in the past due to the common belief among healers that magic was always the superior route. Until the early 1900s it had been. However Hermione knew from years of listening to her parents discussing their dental work that over the last century numerous methods had been developed in the muggle world that could prove useful additions alongside magic. It was just a case of compiling enough evidence to support the fact, which until now no one had bothered to do.
She opened up a large textbook on neurological disorders and began to make notes on symptoms and the various suggested remedies.
By four o'clock her wrist had started to ache and Hermione stretched back against the chair, her spine cracking audibly as she moved. Aside from a quick break for lunch, she had barely moved and the muscles in her eyes were starting to complain from overuse. She had made some progress at least. The desk was now covered with three neat stacks of parchment and a small collection of books and scrolls. She got up and moved to the kettle to make herself another cup of tea and a biscuit as a reward.
As she sat munching, she vaguely wondered if her indecent actions had at least solved Snape's medical problem. She assumed he would have returned and demanded to speak to Poppy if not. With any other patient, she would have checked to see if the issue had cleared up as per protocol, but the thought of having to face that man again was too terrifying. Hermione shut her eyes and recalled the look of bliss on his face as he climaxed under her hand. He'd seemed to enjoy rather than tolerate the experience. He certainly hadn't pushed her away, which he could easily have done given his superior size and strength. And she had asked before touching him, so it wasn't as if she had forced herself onto him. Not that that made it any better. She was still completely in the wrong. But she was fairly certain Snape had enjoyed it up to that point. Forcing him to apologise was another matter entirely.
Hermione shivered as she remembered the rush of power she'd felt having such a powerful man under her control for that brief moment. She'd never been in that position before. Certainly not in an erotic sense. Her relationships with Viktor and Ron had never involved anything like that, and Leon, the focus of a brief summer romance last year, had always been the one to take charge in the bedroom. She tried to imagine any of her former lovers in the same situation and felt a distinct lack of response from her body.
She sighed and brushed the crumbs from her work. She really was messed up. Perhaps a visit to a therapist would be a good idea. Although she wasn't even sure wizard therapists existed and trying to explain Voldemort and everything else she'd experienced during the war to a muggle practitioner would guarantee her a one way trip to a psychiatric ward! Hopefully it was just a temporary thing that would go away by itself. Ginny had threatened to hook her up with a date several times already. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. A nice normal date with a nice normal man might do her good.
In the meantime, Hermione considered whether sending Snape a note would be enough to satisfy the school medical procedures and resolve her concerns about his health. He shouldn't have to suffer just because she had issues with personal boundaries. Besides, a letter would negate having to actually speak to him and would allow her to at least apologise. Although he would likely tear it up and burn it the second it was opened. If Snape hated her before, he certainly wouldn't care for anything she had to say now. But it was something. She pulled out a new sheet of parchment and began to scribble a few words.
Professor Snape,
I apologise for my actions yesterday evening. I crossed a line and failed in my duty as a healer. I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I intend to hand in my resignation when Poppy returns.
She paused for a moment and fished a small glass jar of balm out of the wooden box she had opened the previous night.
I hope your medical problem has been resolved. The included ointment can be used once a day if needed. Although please do not hesitate to seek out further treatment if the problem returns. Poppy will be back on Monday and I'm sure will be able to assist.
Hermione stopped, her pen hovering over the paper. She had included all bases, so he would have no reason to approach her. There wasn't much else to say. He wouldn't care for any mangled explanations of her behaviour.
Yours regretfully,
Hermione Granger
It would have to do. She wrapped the letter up with the jar in a small parcel and called one of the house elves to deliver it to Snape's private quarters, returning to her work with shaking hands.
The last two hours of her shift dragged by slowly as Hermione struggled to pull her attention back to her research. No one came in for treatment and aside from the ticking clock and quiet crackling of the fireplace there were no other sounds to distract her from her thoughts as she silently berated herself for being so utterly stupid. When six o' clock finally arrived, she had worked herself up into such a state of irritation that she slammed the medical wing doors shut and didn't notice the approaching figure as she spun around in the corridor. She collided with something firm and jumped back against the wall in surprise, knocking her elbow against the stone with a loud thump.
'Ouch!' She winced, craddling her arm where the sensitive boney area had collided with the hard surface. She'd have a nice bruise by the morning.
'Sorry, Granger. I didn't see you there.'
She looked up to find Draco peering down at her apologetically for the second time that day. He turned away and crouched down to pick up the folders he had dropped. He had the same easy grace as his father and swept the spilled items into his arms in one quick movement.
'It was my fault.' Hermione found herself replying. 'I was just locking up and wasn't watching where I was going.'
'I didn't realise you were the school nurse now.'
'Oh, I'm not. I mean, I am sometimes, but only as a cover for Madame Pomfrey.'
Draco nodded, but didn't press any further. He seemed unsure of himself.
Hermione took in a deep breath, not enjoying the sudden awkward silence. Harry and Ron would likely think her insane if they ever found out she had spoken to Draco Malfoy, but if she was going to be bumping into him, literally, for the next... however many days she remained at the school... then it was pointless making things more difficult for the sake of it.
'For what it's worth, I trust Professor McGonagall's judgement.'
Draco frowned.
'In allowing you back, I mean.' Hermione clarified. 'I heard what was said during the trials and I know what I saw myself. Although that doesn't make up for your behaviour in school. I still don't like you. I think you're a pathetic, stuck up, nasty little cockroach. But I accept your apology.'
The young man looked astonished at her words and remained silent for a long time before responding. He slowly nodded to himself and then held out his hand towards her.
'That's fair of you. More than I deserve.'
Hermione sighed and reached out to shake it. The tension in the air cleared a little.
'Neville is going to take a lot more convincing.' She added.
Draco nodded.
'I wasn't expecting anything. I was surprised the headmistress even accepted my offer to be honest. I was convinced she would throw me out or hex me or worse.' He shrugged. 'And I would have let her.'
'She's a good woman. Professor McGonagall doesn't take any nonsense, but she always gave us a chance to explain and redeem ourselves when she was our head of house.' Hermione recalled the number of times Harry, Ron and herself had managed to avoid expulsion and grinned. 'Are you on your way to the hall now?'
'I was, but... would you let me buy you dinner in the village instead?' He noticed her expression. 'Not... nothing weird or anything. Just to prove I'm serious about trying to make up for being an absolute rat to you in school.'
Hermione was a bit thrown by the offer, but found herself nodding in agreement. It seemed her body was going to start making decisions on her behalf!
'Excellent. Let me get rid of this...' He gestured to the mass of folders he was carrying. 'And I'll meet you by the main staircase in an hour. I know somewhere half decent on the outskirts.'

True to his word, Draco took her arm when they reached the edge of the school grounds, before apparating the both of them to a small restaurant on the edge of Hogsmeade. It was off one of the side roads and despite walking through the village numerous times of the years, Hermione couldn't recall ever seeing or hearing about the place. There was no sign above the door, only a blank stone exterior with two pillars either side of a large black door.
'Where are we?' She frowned as Draco let go of her arm and moved forward to hold open the door.
'Embers. It's one of those places you need to know about before you know about it.' He grinned. 'It's nothing all that special, but they do a wonderful squid ink spaghetti. It's also one of the few places that will still serve me!'
Draco's definition of nothing all that special was far removed from her own. As she stepped through the door, Hermione was met with something that resembled the inside of an ornate palace. The same stone pillars held up the interior rooms, drapped in silks and brocades, with several low marble tables surrounded by luxurious cushions arranged in little enclaves of their own. House elves in embroidered black tunics wandered about the room with trays of food, wine and other unidentifiable items. A large chandelier hung down over the central part of the room, with smaller glittering lights floating about each table. Hermione suddenly felt very under-dressed.
The staff seemed to know Draco quite well and one of the elves took their coats and quickly found them a small table in the far corner. A bottle of wine and two glasses were already awaiting them, along with several small floating dishes of oddly coloured spheres. They resembled large marbles made of powder rather than glass, each with diferent coloured twists running through the middle. Hermione picked one out with interest.
'You might want to avoid those.'
'What are they?'
'For individuals who prefer something stronger than alcohol.' He smirked.
'Oh.' She put the object back in the dish. 'Is that legal?'
'Not entirely. Although Embers is run by... a very well connected family. The Ministry turn a blind eye to certain things as long as they avoid any trouble.' He poured out a glass of wine for the both of them and sat back against the cushions while Hermione looked through the menu that had appeared.
One of the elves walked over a minute later to take their orders. Hermione requested a grilled fish salad, not quite enamoured with the idea of any dish containing ink, and picked out a bread roll to eat in the meantime.
'So what exactly are you doing now? At the school, I mean. You said something about the treasurer.'
Draco nodded.
'I'm assistant to Mr Montgomery. My parents had me studying finance from the day I was old enough to count, so I volunteered to help manage the books for Hogwarts. They're a complete mess.' He shook his head. 'Montgomery still uses a really ancient system to balance the accounts and there's no easy way to find any of the paperwork. The back office just has mountains of receipts and invoices going back centuries shoved in boxes and cabinets. I don't think anyone's been in there for almost as long. Apparently Montgomery hired someone ten years ago to have a look and they quit after a week!'
'So you volunteered yourself?'
'Yeah. I'm pretty good with numbers and I reckon I can do a much better job of the practically non-existent investment portfolio if they give me a chance. Hogwarts has enough money coming in to keep things ticking over, but if they put some of it to better use then it would free up more cash for castle repairs and other projects. I've seen all the funding requests from staff that Dumbledore turned down over the years. Managing existing funds better would change that.'
Hermione nodded, quietly amazed by Draco's enthusiasm. Although it made sense that he would have at least a rudimentary understanding of finance given his family's wealth. She supposed it required some basic effort to manage a fortune for more than one generation.
'My father would be appalled if he knew I was doing an actual job. And without compensation!' He snorted.
'You're not... on speaking terms?' She wasn't sure how much Draco was willing to discuss.
He looked down fiddled with his wine glass.
'I'm sure you're aware of what's happening. The details are all over the Prophet.' He shrugged. 'He's always put the family's money and influence above everything. Nothing else mattered. He wanted an heir to continue the line and expand our fortune even further, so that's all I heard from him when I was growing up. I was to help build more wealth and eventually take over in his place. And it never mattered if other people were hurt along the way. You know, he never gave a damn about Voldemort or what he stood for. My father has no interest in politics for its own sake. He couldn't care less who was ruling the world as long as it was to his own benefit.'
Draco took another sip of wine and sat back to stare at the half empty glass in his hand.
'My mother is no different. They are perfect for each other. She wanted to arrange a marriage for me.' He laughed. 'To ensure the Malfoys expanded the empire, as she put it. She'd introduce me to a new girl each summer, some dull and insipid pureblood tart, and try to hook us up before the new term.'
'I always thought you and Pansy...'
'Hell, no!' He shuddered. 'She just wouldn't leave me alone and it kept mother off my back if she thought I was already dating an acceptable match.'
'Well, if I'd known that then I would have written to your mother declaring my own undying love for you!' She laughed.
Draco snorted so hard he almost choked on his wine.
'That would have put her into an early grave!'
'Because I was best friends with Harry Potter? Or because I'm a mudbl-'
'Don't say that!' He interrupted her. 'I'm sorry I ever called you that word.'
'It doesn't bother me any more.' Hermione shrugged. 'After nearly dying several times, insults like that have lost their edge.'
'Still... I was an idiot to say it.' He knocked back the rest of his wine and began to pull apart a bread roll. 'And there's still time to give mother a heart attack. At some point I suppose she'll meet Esme.'
'Esme?'
'My girlfriend. She didn't attend Hogwarts, so you won't know her. Esme was at Beauxbatons with my cousin, who introduced us at a summer party last year. Although she's moving back to England soon to study in a London apothecary. She wants to specialise in perfumes later on and start her own business.' He was positively beaming while he described her. 'She also happens to have muggle parents.'
Hermione couldn't hide the look of surprise on her face. Draco apologising was shocking enough. Draco dating a muggleborn was even stranger. The world no longer made sense!
'Well.' It was all she could think to say.
Draco fortunately seemed amused by her reaction and she was saved from having to elaborate any further by the appearance of a house elf waiter with two plates of delicious looking food. There was a moment of quiet as they both tucked into their meals.
'And you're a trainee medic?' Draco eventually broke the silence. He sounded genuinely impressed at the idea.
'For now.'
'For now?' Draco looked at her quizzically. 'You're not enjoying it?'
She looked away, finishing the rest of her wine in one gulp. She would likely be gone by the end of the week and word would eventually get out about the general reason for her departure. Did it really matter if she told Draco herself?
'It's not that. I find medicine fascinating and love that I'm helping people at the same time.'
'So, that sounds great.' He frowned. 'What's the problem?'
'I'm handing in my resignation on Monday.'
'Why?'
Hermione sighed and rubbed her forehead with her free hand.
'I really screwed up. Really, seriously screwed up.'
'The genius Miss Granger made a mistake?' Draco looked horrified at the idea.
'It isn't funny! I... I did something incredibly inappropriate with a patient.' She dropped her head into her hand with a groan.
'Oooooh... now this is getting interesting!' Draco smirked, putting down his knife and fork and clasping his hands together to give her his full attention. 'Tell me more!'
Hermione kept her face half hidden.
'Someone... came to the hospital wing... for... I'm not going to say what... but while they were under my care I took advantage of them and...'
'Took advantage how?'
'I'm not going to tell you that!'
'Oh, come on! I can keep secrets. I've told you about Esme. No one else at the school knows about her.' He practically begged. 'We're talking sexually inappropriate, right? Like the sort of thing the mediwitches at Magorian Grove do?'
'Magorian what?'
'Never mind.' He topped up their glasses with more wine. 'But I'm right? You had sex with a patient?'
'Not... not entirely.' She stuttered.
'Blow job? Hand job?' He studied her reaction and nodded at the second option.
Hermione groaned and dropped her head onto the table.
'Wow! So the Gryffindor know-it-all is secretly a kinky nurse!' Draco looked impressed and happily continued with his dinner while Hermione tried her best to sink into the floor. He said nothing for a moment and let her stew in her own shame.
'Poppy is going to kill me!'
'Only if you tell her.'
'How can I not?' She looked up at him dispondently.
'Well, I'm assuming this was one of the seventh year boys? We constantly had dares to try and get one of the female staff to 'entertain' us. It never worked for anyone in my year, although legend has it that one of the Slytherin students got to have his way with a young astronomy apprentice a few years back.' He twirled the last bit of spaghetti on to his fork. 'So unless you forced yourself onto the poor boy, then you've likely made a hero of him and I very much doubt he'll want to get you thrown out.'
'It wasn't...'
'A sixth year? Really, Granger? You should at least wait until they're of age. That's a bit...'
'It wasn't a student!' She dropped her head back onto the table.
'You... with one of the staff?' Draco laughed out loud. 'Well, I have to say I'm really enjoying this dinner. We should do this more often if you're going to be such entertaining company! Sordid gossip goes well with any dish!'
'Shut up, Draco! This is really bad!'
'I don't see how. There's even less chance of a staff member getting you thrown out. I don't think most of them have been laid in years. I'm sure they were gagging for it! Merlin, tell me it wasn't Flitwick? I'll have nightmares for weeks!'
'It wasn't.'
'Hagrid?'
'Draco!' She practically shrieked.
'What? I'm sure he has a bushy appeal to some ladies. I wouldn't judge!' He took another sip of wine. 'What about the ladies? Hooch I'm fairly certain swings both ways, at the very least. Did you share a broomstick?'
'I'm not going to tell you, so there's no point continuing to guess!'
'Fine, fine! Well, regardless, I really don't think you have any reason to panic. It would be their word against yours, so any disciplinary action would require viewing of the memory as evidence. If the as of yet un-named employee consented to your 'extracurricular skills', then allowing anyone to watch the evidence would be incriminating the both of you at the same time. I doubt any of them would be stupid enough to do that.'
Hermione looked back up again. He had a good point. Snape had no real proof of what she'd done and there was no way he would allow anyone else to witness any of the previous night's ordeal.
'Your dinner's getting cold.' Draco smiled.
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