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Elves Without Clothes	By : NoThyme Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3581 -:- 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.

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I still don’t own Hermione, Draco or any of their other friends in J. K. R.’s world.

WARNING: If you haven’t noticed by now this story is still full of silliness and sexual innuendo . .
. Oh, and perhaps a bit of cursing, magical and otherwise. It is all tongue-n-cheek meant in good
fun.

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AN:

While interacting with Draco, Hermione’s thoughts will be in italics, like this: -Draco is a prat -
and what she actually says will be in quotes like usual, “As you wish Master.” No one has
compld abd about being confused by this, so that will remain my way of doing it.

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Ch.3. Spelling Errors ~

Ony worked hard throughout the night to make sure her master was comfortable, but after a long
evening stuck sick in bed, Draco was rather eager to get up the next morning. Professor Snape
had dropped by last night with an additional potion and said he would be able to resume normal
activities in the morning, so that is exactly what he intended to do. Ony once again prepared him
a soothing bath thick with vanilla scented bubbles in which he soaked languorously for nearly an
hour. While he was soaking Hermione started on the mornings cleaning and then dashed to the
kitchens to fetch Draco some tea and a light breakfast.

When he finally entered the room, wrapped in his dressing gown as usual, he was sweet-smelling
and his pruned toes were hidden in velvet slippers. His hair once again fell in wet glistening curls.
As he sat down and started on breakfast, Draco handed Hermione his comb.

“Ony, I was thinking today you could do the spell that goes along with the combing. It’s to make
my hair longer and thicker. It helps to get rid of the curl more permanently.”

-It took me hours to straighten my hair for the Yule ball fourth year and now I learn there are
combs and spells that do it easily? - “Of course Master.”

“It’s a simple spell, but it’s very old. For some reason someone else must cast it, you can’t
perform it on yourself.”

-So you’ve never cast it personally and you’re going to trust me to do it for you? -

“You need to take long smooth combing movements and repeat: Densare-Durabilis-Exstructio.
It will make my hair longer, thicker and not fall out.”

- Vanity thy name is Draco -

So without argument, Hermione began the new ritual with long slow strokes of the comb
repeating again and again in a quiet voice, “Densare-Durabilis-Exstructio.” Draco appeared
quite relaxed as he picked at the buttered croissants while sipping his tea. Suddenly Ony stopped
and thought the words over carefully in her head. When Draco said them, it was fast and run
together, she felt it may be wise to look at them individually.

“Ony, why did you stop?”

“Master – I don’t think that is the right spell.” She didn’t wao coo correct her master, but she
also was afraid of hurting him with an incorrect spell.

Draco gave an impatient huff. “What appears to be wrong with it?”

Hermione started again slowly, “I’ve heard Lavender using hair lengthening spells in the dand and
it didn’t sound anything like this one, Master.”

“Well this is a very old spell my father uses, I’m sure Lavender Brown wouldn’t know it.”

“Master, none of the words bear any relation to hair. I believe Densare is to thicken and
Durabilis is for lasting, but I have no idea what Exstructio is, but I know it is nothing to do with
hair.”

At those words, Draco paled. “You must be wrong,” he said with a confidence he didn’t truly
feel. “Those are the words my mother uses every night when combing my father’s hair before bed
. . .” He stopped abruptly and his pale cheeks grew very red as he noticed an oddly familiar
sensation. He stole a quick glance at his lap and was suddenly thankful for the loose fit of the
dressing gown. “You can go for now Ony. I’m going to take another shower, wash my hair
again incase you’re right.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if we figured out what the spell does first?” She asked, oblivious to his
condition. “. . . and I don’t understand how washing your hair will help against a spell?” -He’s
acting strange all of a sudden. I hope I didn’t hurt him -

R“No! I think I’ve got the gist of it. I’ll take a shower and say a Finite Incantatum and every thing
should be fine.”

He all but pushed her out the door and hurried to the bathroom to take care of his little – big –
growing problem. Somewhere in his mind he couldn’t help but think that Christmas dinner with
his parents was going to be extra embarrassing this year.

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Severus Snape was concerned for his student. It certainly wasn’t the first time it had happened,
but he rarely let it show. Today he was battling with his conscience, and that battle led him back
to the door of Hogwarts newest house-elf Ony, formerly known as Hermione Granger. She was
currently under the ownership of one Draco Malfoy, and that fact alone was certainly enough to
cause worry, without the added difficulties she had inadvertently brought upon herself the day
before.

During yesterday’s chocolate fiasco he had the opportunity to witness the two of them interacting
with each other and to say he was unimpressed would be an understatement. What was the
Headmaster thinking putting those two in such a potentially explosive situation? It was obvious
to him at least that yesterday’s act of kindness might very well be viewed as a betrayal by Draco
and the punishment could be anything. It was certainly time for him to step in and check up on
the two.

He knocked on Hermione’s door and waited. After a moment Hermione peered cautiously
through the gap as she opened the door. Her nose was red and her face was still wet with fresh
tears. Snape pushed the door open and stepped past her into the small room. He spun quickly
catching Hermione by surprise as he grabbed her by both arms.

“What did he do? Where are you hurt?” Snape asked, his voice sounding far from his habitual
classroom tone. Meanwhile, he searched her face and arms for signs of abuse.

“Sir?” Hermione questioned Snape in a shaky voice.

“Draco, your master,” he spat. “Did he hurt you?”

Hermione’s eyes were round and wet as she shook her head adamantly. “No sir, Master Draco
didn’t . . .” but her words were cut off by her tears and gasping sobs.

“If Draco didn’t hurt you then what on Earth has gotten you into this state?”

“I . . . I hurt my master,” she choked on a sob, her hands anxiously twisting the edge of her sheet.
“I did a spell and it was wrong. I didn’t mean to . . . and then he wouldn’t let me help.”

“What spell? What did it do to him?” Snape asked becoming suddenly concerned for Draco.

“I - I don’t know. I tried to help, but he turned away, refused to let me see what I had done. He
just ordered me out . . . said I wasn’t to return till he called . . .” -bad Ony, bad Ony -

Hermione was understandably distraught, thought Snape. For a house-elf to injure their master
with magic is considered a very serious offence, even if done in error. He’d better go check on
Draco.

“What if . . . it’s permanent?” she whimpered. - I wasn’t punished yesterday, but I’m sure I will
be today -

“I’ll go check on Draco. We’ll get a handle on the problem. I’m sure everything will be just
fine.”

“Oh thank you Professor,” she cried after him as he knocked and strode through the door to
Draco’s chambers.

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Snape knocked sharply, then entered without waiting. There was no sign of Draco in the sitting
room or bedroom so he proceeded on to the bathroom. Hearing running water and whimpering
cries through the door he didn’t hesitate and opened the door wide. His eyes followed a trail of
discarded clothing through the steamy bathroom to the shower. He could just make out a pale
figure standing under the steaming jets of water apparently oblivious to his presence. Draco
appeared to be shaking and panting, grasping the wall with one hand for support. Suddenly he let
out a hoarse groan and collapsed bonelessly to the floor. Snape raced over to the blond and cried
out to him before realizing the nature of his affliction. He shook his head, laughing quietly he
turned and left the room.

Draco found Professor Snape waiting for him in the sitting room. “I see you found the counter
curse,” Snape said with a chuckle and added, “singlehanded.”

Draco hadn’t ever seen his Head of House so jovial before. He merely blushed in response.

“You’d better be sure to apologize to your house-elf. She was in quite a state when I found her.
She thinks she hurt you,” the Professor explained smoothly. “ Now would you like to explain
what you were doing that may have caused her to believe she was responsible for your state?”

If possible, Draco’s cheeks grew even redder. He stumbled over his words which was most
uncharacteristic of the typically composed Malfoy. “I told Ony to perform a spell – I was led to
believe it encouraged hair growth, I found it had an entirely different reaction.”

“That was very careless. Who taught you the spell and why did you blindly trust their word on its
effects?”

Draco took a deep breath, “I’d rather not say sir.”

“I think you’d best,” Snape answered with a scowl that clearly said he was not going to let this
drop.

My father is going to kill me, he thought. “I heard it at home sir. When I was younger, I
overheard my mother reciting it. When I asked them about it, my father claimed it was to help
with his hair. I memorized it and didn’t think to question him about it again.”

Snape smiled inwardly knowing this year Christmas at the Malfoys’ was going to be a bit more
fun.

“Go check on Ony. Make sure she hasn’t taken to beating her head against the walls.”

“But - but sir . . .”

“Are you planning on avoiding her for the remainder of your holiday Mr. Malfoy?” Snape’s voice
was devoid of mirth.

“No sir, but what do I tell her? You know she’ll ask.”

“What you tell her doesn’t matter. She’ll go and look up the spell the first chance she gets, so she
will know . . . besides telling her the truth could also prove amusing.”

Draco rolled his eyes. He was dreading the consequences he knew this unfortunate incident
would bestow upon him. He just hoped he could keroferofessor Snape from leaking this story to
his father.

“Sir, I had planned to finish my shopping in Hogsmeade yesterday after lunch . . . unfortunately I
was otherwise occupied. Would I be allowed to go into town and finish today sir?”

Snape gave him a searching look before nodding his consent. “I don’t want to hear that you
caused any trouble and you are to return before dinner. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir, thank you.” He sighed with relief realizing that he wouldn’t have to spend his day taking
turns avoiding Ony and blushing like a virgin.

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After Professor Snape left, Draco decided it was time to go to Hogsmeade to finish his shopping.
He hoped it would give him ample time to get rid of his near terminal blush and to distract Ony
from the day’s events with a book, of his choosing. He knew he would need to explain the spell
to Ony, but he hoped it could wait till the embarrassment wasn’t so fresh in his mind.

It took quite a bit of work to convince Ony it was safe for him to leave the castle. She mistook
his blush for a sign of illness and was urging him to visit Madam Pomfrey. Frustrated he ordered
her to clean and organize his closet after her normal cleaning. He brushed off her questions about
the spell and gave her permission to read one book when she was done her work. He handed her
the book of useful charms he decided he would permit her to read and left before she could say
anymore.

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Draco was glad to be out of the castle. Who knew having a house-elf could be so complicated?
As he passed by the shops, he glanced into the windows at the colorful displays, but he already
had a good idea what he was looking for.

Dervish and Banges was the perfect place to shop for his mother and father, when you didn’t have
access to Knockturn Alley. The shelves were filled with all sorts of useful magical gadgets. He
found a silver looking-glass for his mother that was charmed to insist that all grey hairs were in
fact youthful blond and for his father he purchased a Precognitive Pocket-watch. Not only would
it tell you when you were going to arrive late, but when it would be most beneficial for you to do
so.

Once his parents’ gifts had been purchased, Draco decided to take a look around the bookstore.
He enjoyed walking among the dusty tomes looking for rare volumes for his collection. He spied
an interesting title, but was promptly distracted by another: Hex Your Way to a Better Love Life
by Seymour Pleasure. He blinked his eyes several t to to be sure he wasn’t seeing things, but
then he saw another title and his blush returned in earnest, The Wizards Guide to a Happy Wand
by A. Biggerstaff followed by How to Satisfy Your Wizard by Amanda Rider. He looked around
to make sure he wasn’t being watched before picking up a large volume titled 101 Bedroom
Spells for Lovers by Ima Cummings.

Draco casually flipped through the yellowed pages trying to look disinterested, but the moving
illustrations were like a spell in themselves. He wondered if his father found the spell in a book
such as this or if it was truly an ancient spell passed down through generations.

After deciding on his final purchases he returned to Hogwarts. He was getting hungry and it was
about time to check on his house-elf.

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tbc . . .

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Please forgive me for butchering Latin:

Densare- to thicken

Durabilis- lasting

Exstructio- erection
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