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Void	By : katiecld Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Empty
- 2-Sear
- 3-Try
- 4-Hold
- 5-Stay
- 6-Start
- 7-Fun
- 8-Dark
- 9-Work
- 10-Ceremony
- 11-Comfort
- 12-Class
- 13-Wrath
- 14-Hate
- 15-Over
- 16-Kiss
- 17-Say
- 18-Mine
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I did as directed, applied the salve as of when I was told. I showered that morning before applying, this time I summoned a mirror to see if I could assess the damage. A large V shaped dark red patch of skin stretched from my anal hole and vagina, I gulped. I hope it fades. Though the skin was perfectly smooth, like new, as if I'd grown more.
The day passed slowly, the need to seek out a bar overwhelming me so soon after such an incident made me feel sick. Was I just stupid? Probably.
At 4pm I decided to try and get ready for my meeting with McGonagall, knowing that I'd need some extra time to try and figure out how to tidy myself up enough for her to not notice how far I'd fallen. I tied my limp hair up in a bun, as neat as I could, even though some unruly strands broke free. After that I used some charms to cover some blemishes on my face and brighten my features, more subtle than muggle make up but also more affective. Attempting to find some clothes that might be baggy enough to hide my bony body I raided my wardrobe. I found two jumpers and some loose fitting jeans, made me look a bit small but casually professional, I thought.
“What do you think?” I gestured to Crookshanks. The feline merely looked at me and yawned.
“Well thanks for your input.” Grumbling, I picked up my satchel and headed for the door, rushing out when I realised I was running late, I found a safe place and with seemingly no effort I disappeared out of the street.
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“Hermione!” Her voice was almost shrill as she practically vaulted from her seat at the table to wrap her arms around me.
“Professor...” I rasped, her grip making me somewhat uncomfortable.
“Oh please, you're not a pupil anymore, my dear. Call me Minerva.” Her strong Scottish accent shining through, making me smile with familiarity.
“Come, sit.” She gestured at the table excitedly once she released me from her iron grasp. “I want to hear all about what you've been up to, since... Well...” She trailed off, as we both took a seat. I panicked, not having thought of what I should say. Taking a moment to curse myself for not coming up with a passable story before I arrived, naturally I was too concerned at my appearance at the time. Made me feel stupidly vain. Figuring that I would try and 'wing it', I supposed that nothing bad would happen if I kept it simple.
“Umm, well..” As I was about to continue, the door opened.
“Ah! Severus, thanks for coming.” Said McGonagall, my heart dropped, I snapped my head towards the door, cringing inwardly when I registered him smirk slightly at my gaze. He just nodded at Minerva and sat at the table with us, why he was here I didn't know, I just hoped that him being here had nothing to do with me... And last night.
“Oh, Hermione, I asked Severus to join us to discuss the available position with us.” She smiled, knowing that I was clearly uneasy with his presence. Dread filled my stomach.
“... Available position?” I whispered, knowing full well that if it involved Snape it had to be-
“Potions.” He interjected my thoughts, as if reading them, I audibly gulped. Of course, Potions. I should have seen it coming. I sighed.
McGonagall poured us some tea, I stared uncomfortably at the table, Snape just sat, perfectly composed, perfectly postured, the usual unreadable expression on his face. When I looked, I could see a large scar peeking out the top of his high necked robes, ending at his jaw line to the left of his face. He noticed my examination and just stared at me, making me too nervous to keep looking at him.
“Yes, Potions.” Minerva started. “Severus came to me late the other night and suggested it was about time to start training a successor.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Knowing full well how capable you were, I decided perhaps you'd be the best candidate for the job.” Beaming, she sipped her tea. I suddenly felt like this was a bad idea. Snape hated me, specially in the school years. Saving his life or not I could still see the annoyance in him when I was around. The most surprising part of the whole thing was the fact that he was here, now, knowing that I would be here about a position that he is offering. I was pretty sure that the second my name was mentioned he'd have shot me down. Thinking of what had happened last night made me feel sick being sat so close, but I figured there wasn't much to lose, I'd get to work here at Hogwarts, holding down a steady job might fill the rotting feeling in me.
Clearing my throat I uttered; “So, would I be like a TA or would I only be here to train?”
Snape cocked an eyebrow, faint shimmer of surprise crossing his face. Perhaps he hadn't anticipated me to ask any questions, or even consider the job now that I knew I'd have to work with him.
“You will be required to train on a 3 night per week basis, and all day every Saturday, assisting me in classes that I require, and covering me in my absence.” He uttered. I certainly wasn't anticipating him saying that I'd practically have to teach the class if he wasn't around. The small voice in my head doubting I'd be able to do such a thing. Hoping the nerves weren't as apparent on my face as they felt, but that hope was soon extinguished when I saw him smirk.
“Of course I wouldn't make you do something I was certain you wouldn't handle, Miss Granger.” He added, finally.
The three of us sat in silence for a few moments as I weighed out the information.
“And the money?” I straightened up, trying to seem more confident than I felt. I hoped it didn't make me sound greedy, as though the money was all I was interested in, but it was a valid question.
“Three Galleons an hour. It's good pay, specially for an apprentice.” He sipped his tea.
Several more moments passed in silence.
“My, my Hermione, you look rather pale.” McGonagall said suddenly, as if only just seeing me. I looked at her sheepishly and smiled, worry only projected back at me.
“I've just been a bit ill recently, getting over the flu.” I made up, her face screwing into doubt.
“Didn't you get a potion from St. Mungo's?” Looking at her, and to Snape, he was smirking sidelong at me, knowing in his eyes making my stomach drop even further.
“Haven't had time, busy.” I concluded, trying to shrug it off. It appeared as though the friendly professor wasn't about to relent any time soon, but before she could argue, Snape got up from his chair.
“I have other things which require my attention.” He drawled, nodding to the headmistress.
“Miss Granger, come by the dungeons before you depart later for a proper interview.” He instructed, before turning to leave. I was left rather dumbfounded. Honestly didn't think he'd even want to interview me properly. I was slowly brought out of my thoughts by conversation with Minerva.
I ended up staying for about two hours, slowly relaxing into her company. I couldn't quite grasp not being her student anymore. The more we spoke the more I realised that she barely asked much about me and my life, and I got the distinct impression that she was doing it on purpose, as if knowing I didn't want to discuss it. This worried me, I hoped she didn't somehow know what sort of life I'd been living the last few months, but I quickly pushed the idea from my mind, how could she? I was just being paranoid.
“I do hope that you begin work here, Hermione. It would be something rather amazing to see you seated at the staff table in the great hall, or watching you inspire the little eager minds of the students. It would be quite the honour to have you inside these walls again.” Her eyes glittered, the overwhelming urge to cry took me over and I sobbed a little, Minerva giggling a little before hugging me. I wished for a moment that I wasn't such a mess, I knew that I would be disappointing her greatly if she found out. She spoke so highly of me and I wasn't worth it, not at all. I embraced her and we laughed a little, promising to meet more often before retreating to the dungeons.
I stood dumbly outside the door to the old potions classroom, a large part of me wanting to flee, the logical part of my brain convinced me that I wanted to work here, and I did enjoy potions, it was just the teacher I didn't like. Perhaps I'd be doing the future student body a favour by eventually taking over his classes. Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door swung open, startling me so suddenly I fell backwards over my own feet onto the floor.
“Miss Granger, if you wish to stare at a door you could do so at any other point in the castle.” Came the sarcastic yet velvet voice of the potions master. I scrambled to my feet, about to protest but he simply walked into the classroom and sat at his desk, leaving me in the hall. I eventually walked in, noting how nothing had changed and for some reason, that made me smile. I just stood there for what felt like hours, just looking awkwardly in random directions, wondering what was going to happen next.
“Sir...” I whispered, he appeared to have not heard me, so I cleared my throat about to speak again.
“What?” He huffed, I swallowed thickly. Reaching into my enchanted satchel I retrieved the cloak that he left the previous night and walked up to his desk, leaving the folded garment on the edge. He glanced at it, then at me with a raised eyebrow. I wondered what was going through his mind, then he reached into a desk drawer, withdrawing, then dumping a recognisable little galleon bag on the table directly in front of me. My heart fell through my stomach. It was the same pouch of money the man last night shoved at me before tearing me a new one, literally. I must have forgot it.
“I believe this belongs to you.” Without another word he moved from the desk to stack some papers on top of a cabinet.
“Miss Granger.” He started, not looking even vaguely in my direction. “I do not judge people for their activities if it does not concern me, I couldn't care less.” Coming to sit back at his desk he continued. “All I know is, that if money was the reason, you wouldn't have forgotten such a large sum, no matter how shaken. So this is how it will be; I require an assistant and apprentice. As reluctant as I am to admit it, you are the only person with enough logic to fill my position.” He sighed, clearly wishing to be left alone. “But your behaviour will have to be terminated if you wish to work here. If you cannot agree to these terms I'm not even going to waste my time in continuing this interview.” He stared into my face, when I didn't answer right away he impatiently added; “Will you be able to find a new hobby or not, Miss Granger?”
I took in a shaky breath, I didn't even realise I'd started to cry silently. Nodding quickly at him, he tapped the spot of table I'd been so intently studying.
“I'm going to need you to look at me and tell me verbally. I will not have some useless child working under me for the next year, do you understand? If you have little to no determination or motivation I need to know right now so I can rid myself of you. I need someone who is willing to put the effort in.” His voice betraying some anger. I snapped my eyed at him, sniffed my nose and mustered all my confidence.
“I will try.” Is all I said. His brows knotted together in frustration, he waved his hand towards the door and it swung open.
“If that's all your willing to give, then I bid you good day.” Announcing that, he got up to leave.
“Wait!” I yelped, surprised at how forcefully I did. He turned, his expression impatient yet curious.
“I know I need this job, and I know it's only cause of being a teachers pet with the headmistress in previous years that's given me the opportunity, and yes I know that I'm supposedly the famous know-it-all from the Golden Trio. But not only do I need this job, I want this job, it's the first thing I've wanted since all that mess happened.” I panted, and did a random hand gesture to indicate the past. “I don't want to get by, by reputation alone. If it was up to McGonagall I'd have gotten the job just cause of who I am. I want to be challenged, I want to fight for it, I am the right person for this job and I'm more than prepared to prove it to you by any means necessary!” I concluded rather loudly, my speech working me up more than I thought, because I surprised myself, I actually meant it, every, single, word.
Several moments passed silently, him studying my flustered form. “Alright.” Was all he said, his expression softened, if anything rather amused. Studying me very closely he walked silently back to his desk and leaned on his arms.
“You have the job, Miss Granger.” He announced as though it was nothing special, but it was to me. I let out a breath I didn't even know I'd been holding when he lifted his hand and a scroll of parchment just appeared in his grasp. He handed it to me.
“Study this in your free time. The school term starts again in one week, I'll need you here in three days to go over the classes, the rosters and your schedule more thoroughly, a draught has been written on this parchment.” Gesturing to the scroll he handed me. “I trust that your personal behaviour will change from today?” I knew he meant my... Disturbing habits. I nodded, looking at him with sheer determination this time. It must have satisfied him because he nodded and reached into his desk again, pulling out a little bag, it clinked and rattled.
“Take two a day until we meet.” He ordered. “They're for your injury.” I simply blushed. I still had a day of salve left but I just figured I'd have to continue that at the same time as this. He waved his hand at the door again, signalling me to leave. Just as I reached the door he spoke.
“Are you so determined to leave the galleons here again?” His voice slightly amused. I blushed more and went to grab them from the desk before leaving.
I left the castle and the grounds and apparated back to my home.
All I knew was that this was either going be a really bad couple of months, or it was going to be easier than I thought. Highly doubted the latter.
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If it doesn't make sense, let me know. This story is just writing itself. I have no plans, I just hope it works out okay!
Needed to say another thank you to;
excessivelycomplex
Your small yet affective imput is proving good motivation! (I believe being impatient isn't always a bad thing.)
I'd love to hear what anyone else has to say. Be gentle though... Heh.
~GW
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