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Joined at the Hip	By : jeslynnighthawk Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 6209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jeslyn Nighthawk

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I had serious writer's block. Am now working on a *really* short fic to try and break it. Big thanks to my beta, Taya, who was ressurected after real life ate her. Also thanks to everyone who has left a review so far. I'll do responses when aff is being a bit less of a bitch.

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Will iron Hermione out after this, I promise.

Chapter 4

"Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, what the bloody hell have you two gotten yourselves into!?"

The shrill sound of McGonagall's screech tore through Hermione's near catatonic state and pushed her into the realm of hysteria. She began giggling maniacally, tears streaming down her face, as she rocked back and forth in the chair, hugging her arms around her body. It wasn't enough that she was stuck in this horrible situation with the most feared professor at Hogwarts, but her Head of House, the woman Hermione looked up to most in the world, was going to be there to see every humiliating moment of it.

Hermione was barely aware of Snape rounding on her with a vaguely horrified expression on his face, and she was similarly distanced from McGonagall�s entrance into the small bathroom. fel felt the older woman's hands gently shaking her shoulders, then lifting her chin, forcing her to look into the concerned face of her mentor, but was unable to do anything to stop the rocking, giggling, or crying. It was as if the actions were hard-wired into her system, taking over when she could no longer cope. A distant part of her brain told her that this was a very silly thing to become hysterical over. After all, she had survived much worse during the war. The panicky, emotional side of Hermione, however, told the distant logical part to bugger off, and gave it a swift kick in the arse. Logic promptly did as it was told.

Hermione heard McGonagall say something to Snape, who nodded and motioned to the cabinet above his sink, but she couldn't make any sense of it. It was too far away from Hermione for him to fetch whatever it was McGonagall wanted, so her Head of House moved briskly to the cabinet, rooted through the many vials there, and finally came back holding one with a softly glowing pink potion inside.

"Hermione?" McGonagall said, snapping her fingers in front of Hermione's face, "Hermione, I need you to drink this." It sounded to Hermione as if the Transfiguration professor were speaking through water, the sound distorted and muted. Still she was unable to respond. "Severus? You try." The look Snape gave the older woman would fell a tree, but she was immune to it, apparently.

"Miss Granger!" Snape snapped, fingers pinching on her chin, forcing her to look into his black eyes. Odd, she'd never realized just how dark his eyes truly were. Like black holes, or the inside of a Dementor's cowl� Hermione began to struggle, truly terri of of this creature she had encountered. His fingers tightened on her chin, "Miss Granger, control yourself!" He was back in his most professorial mode, and years of training made Hermione cease her struggles. But the fear wouldn't go away, nor would the humiliation. And the tears were still coming, giggling turned to sobs. "Miss Granger, drink this," Snape�s voice was softer now, still a command, but almost soothing, the silken textures rolling over her raw nerves almost like a balm. He pressed the vial containing the pink potion to her lips, and she drank from it automatically.

Beyond the immediate taste of mint and ginger, Hermione thought she tasted essence of hellebore. She felt the potion reaching within her and forcing her more turbulent emotions to the background, and re-ordering her thoughts so that she might more easily focus on the logic of the situation. Finally she looked up at her pssorssor, and asked in a relatively lucid voice, "What was in that? It wasn't a Draft of Peace� I tasted ginger?"

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Severus snorted at Miss Granger's first sentence since the beginning of their foray into his chambers- their chambers now, he supposed. It figured the girl would be more concerned about the academic points of the potion she had just consumed than with the fact that she had become hysterical. He sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.

"It was a basic mind-clearing potion, Miss Granger. It combines a Soothing Draught and Wit-Sharpening Potion. It�s my own formula�"

"That's brilliant, Professor!" Snape could see the gleam of academic appreciation in the girls eyes. Call him crazy, but he didn't feel up to a lecture just then, never mind an actual discussion.

"Ahem." Minerva coughed to get their attention. Saved by the Head of Gryffindor. Merlin help me. "So, now that we've solved that problem, do either of you want to explain?"

"Longbottom." Both Severus and Miss Granger stated in identical tones of utter hatred at the exact same moment. It was damned uncanny, and Severus showed his displeasure by scowling even harder at the girl.

"Longbottom?" Minerva asked incredulously, "You mean to tell me I am stuck here in the dungeons with you two for an undetermined amount of time, and the only explanation you can give me is Longbottom?!"

"You've taught the imbecile for seven years, Minerva," Snape drawled, "is any more explanation necessary?"

"Yes, it damned well is!" Obviously the woman was working herself into a snit, and Miss Granger was well on her way to a repeat of the earlier episode (potion or no) at hearing her professors speaking so frankly. Severus sighed again and began explaining�

It did nothing for his mood, or Miss Granger's by the looks of it, when the end of his explanation found Minerva practically rolling on the floor with laughter.

They had moved into his sitting room again, and Severus could help it no longer. He moved towards his liquor cabinet, dragging a hapless Miss Granger behind him. He pulled a decanter of his best brandy, rich warm color reflecting off the angles of the cut crystal. He set two glasses on the counter, and poured the liquid (strange it was the exact color of Miss Granger's eyes) watching it catch the light as it fell. He picked up one of the glasses, leaving the other for Minerva to come and get as she pleased, collapsed in one of the armchairs by the fire (he dimly noticed that there were now extras for his guests), and took a deep sip.

"Professor," came Miss Granger's plaintive voice, "do you really think you should be drinking that, sir?"

TBC

A/N: And that's that. For now. PLEASE REVIEW!. Am lost without reviews. Love them. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far!

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