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Haunted House	By : Amiastine Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 6512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hey! You
people are amazing� as I'm usually on ff.net, I can't tell how many hits my
fics get� but this is incredible... thank you so much!!! And you make me want
to write, too... anyway, enough silly rambling. Here's the 3^rd
chapter! Pleasant Read!!

Disclaimer: Not
mine... unfortunately.

Rating: NC-17, for non-con, humiliation and other stuff...
there will be some romance, but it will take some time to establish itself. I
love writing this so I'm not going to rush it. There's also some scary stuff to
do with the house...

Haunted House

Chapter 3

Hermione woke up the
next morning feeling much, much better. She had had to reassure the children
upon her return the afternoon before, answering their incessant questions as
she escorted them home. Anna still seemed a little shaken, despite the fact
that Hermione claimed to know the person who lived in the scary house, but Jack
apparently thought it thrilling that his baby-sitter was acquainted with crazy
roaring figures dressed in black. Especially ones living on the end of his
street. Great, Hermione had thought, now I get to be the hot topic of this
summer's playground talk... Worried that Snape might find out the identity
of the real culprit one day, or maybe just plain paranoid, she had sat both
children down on the bench at the bottom of their garden and made them swear
they would never go near the house alone. Jack was to tell his friends not to
attempt to break in under any cost and Anna was to try and forget about the
whole affair.

"That man is
not a nice person. Trust me, I know him... he's one of my teachers," she
sighed, reluctant to let this little piece of information slip. However, it was
necessary to dispel the birth of any silly rumours if Jack, as she was sure he
would, talked to the rest of the neighbourhood.

"From that
boarding school you go to?" had asked Anna in a small voice.

Both children knew
she was away during the year and greatly missed her from summer to summer, but
they had no idea about the nature of her education. No doubt it would impress
Jack into asking for enrolment, but Hermione was pretty sure Anna would just
grow scared of her. That was not something she wanted.

"Yes. Now, your
parents will be back in an hour... do you want me to put on a video for you?
Something cheerful, come on!"

Taking Anna by the
hand, she had led them back into the house, though not without noticing the
strange expression on Jack's face... almost like he knew she was deliberately
hiding something from them. It was with the foreboding feeling that she had
settled down on the sofa between them, half-heartedly laughing at Tom and
Jerry's antics on the TV.

Now, however, all
depressing thoughts and disturbing images of dark houses had been pushed to the
back of her mind. Humming to herself, she slipped out of her nightdress and
into the shower, squirting honey-scented gel onto a flannel and proceeding to
scrub herself all over, smiling unconsciously as the warm water rushed over
her. After having washed the remaining shampoo out of her hair, she twisted it
into a wet bun and secured it with a purple scrunchie. Wrapping a towel around
herself, she left the bathroom to go get ready for breakfast.

As Hermione entered
her room again, she glanced at her summer dress which she had flung over a
chair. The realisation that Snape had seen her in such a revealing garment
(well, compared to most wizard robes it was, even though it hung below the
knees) suddenly hit her mind with full force and she had to use all the
willpower she possessed to resist it. Opening her wardrobe rather roughly, she
pulled out a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved sweater, perfectly aware that she
would be way too hot later on... but she didn't care. She found the idea of
Snape emitting a judgement on what she chose to wear during her summer holidays
entirely repulsive. She could almost picture his eyes, emotionless black pits,
following her every move- Argh! Stop it!
You're freaking yourself out for nothing!! Yanking her clothes on rather
savagely, Hermione focused her attention on the day ahead. First she would do
some homework, and after lunch she would go round to Lucy's for a chat. She
missed her old friend from primary school, having not seen her since last
August. Having successfully relegated Snape to the deepest, darkest corner of her
mind, Hermione went downstairs to the kitchen and was just about to head for
the cupboard where the cereal bowls were stored when she noticed both her
parents seated at the table, staring at her with odd expressions on their
faces. Smiling at them rather awkwardly, the 17-year-old asked in an uncertain
tone:

"Hi mum,
dad...what's up?"

Strange... It was almost as though they were upset about
something. Her father wore the sour expression he usually reserved for bad
school reports, but Hermione could not for the life of her imagine what she had
done to anger him. Her mother... well, she just seemed sad. Without a word,
Kate Granger reached for a piece of paper lying on the table between herself
and her husband, and handed it to her daughter. Puzzled, Hermione took it,
unfolding it neatly. Eyes growing bigger as she read the contents, she ended up
dropping the message, surprise quickly replaced by barely-controlled rage. I should have known... I should have guessed
he would never let me get away with it! Why the- Realizing that her parents
were still staring at her expectantly, she felt angry tears well up behind her
eyelids. How can that bastard do this to
me? Taking a deep breath, Hermione decided on what to tell her mother and
father.

"Look, it was a
mistake... he lives in the house at the end of the road. The one everybody
always thought to be abandoned. I seriously didn't know... why he thinks of it
as something personal is quite past me-"

"Enough,"
said her father in a tone heavy with disapproval.

"But-"

"I said,
enough! You'll go."

"Honey, I think
she has the right to explain herself..." said her mother, sympathy slowly
taking over after the initial shock.

"No. She has to
learn to mend the error of her ways, and that's the end of it."

Watching her father
leave the kitchen, Hermione felt a tight knot of pain form in her stomach. John
Granger had always been strict regarding his daughter's education, but she had
never suffered much from it. Actually, up until that instant, she had always
taken his behaviour as proof that he wanted what was best for her. But his... Scrunching the paper into a
ball, she tossed it at the bin in the corner with a small snarl of rage and
despair. Her mother flinched, though she kept her eyes averted. The paper
missed by several inches, but Hermione didn't care. It wasn't like she had a
choice, anyway.

* * *

Dear Mr and Mrs Granger,

It is with the deepest regret that I have to inform you of an
unfortunate incident which happened outside my home yesterday afternoon, involving
your daughter Hermione Jane Granger. I was peacefully tidying out the basement
when a large rock shattered the window and very nearly caused me serious
injury. Naturally angered (I'm sure you can understand my predicament), I ran
up the stairs and out the door to see who had done this only to find Miss
Granger standing just outside the gate, looking extremely guilty. I questioned
her on her part in that revolting act of vandalism and she did nothing to
defend herself. In fact, she admitted outright to having thrown the rock.

Knowing Miss Granger from Hogwarts (I am her potions teacher), I can say
that this is extremely shocking behaviour on her behalf, behaviour which should
be prevented immediately from repeating itself. I have always been aware of her
dislike for me and I'm deeply aggrieved that she should feel complied to act
out any form of anger against me. At the moment, I'm greatly in need of someone
to clean my house for me and cook some of my meals, as I am an extremely busy
man...and I'm sure Miss Granger could very aptly fulfil those requirements.
Consider it as an alternative payment for a new windowpane.

Sincerely,

~Severus Snape, Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House

* * *

A/N: Ah, now we're getting somewhere... so, what do you
think of Hermione as Severus's 'House Elf'? Will her tasks really be cooking
and cleaning, as he said in the letter, or will he request something entirely
different? You'll see... Oh, just one thing. As you've probably noticed,
Hermione totally hates Severus so far in this fic... you'll find out why in
later chapters (there is a reason!). I'm taking things slowly between them and
am not even sure where it will end... we'll see! Please review, constructive
comments are extremely welcome and deeply appreciated!
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