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Brewing Glory	By : lilyxsev Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next day, Hermione awoke to find Snape gone. It was Monday morning, and classes were running. She ached to find a way out of there, but figured she was locked in. It wouldn�t be so easy as to walk out of his rooms into the hallway of the dungeons. Nothing comes that simple when she was in danger. Instead, she found herself immersed in the book that contained information about the Infractus Corpus curse. She was feeling incredibly weak. She had not taken any of her potion since the day before, and, had not put any oils in her bath. In this state, Snape could return and she would lie dead on the floor.

Not as if he�d care, she thought. He�d toss me away as another nuisance.

Shaking her head, she returned to the book. It seemed as if only a few minutes had passed when Professor Snape came bursting into the room, the look on his face furious.

He immediately threw open a cabinet above the bookshelf and pulled out a bottle of brandy and poured himself a glass. He plopped into one of the chairs by the fire and gazed into it intently. Snape didn�t even look at Hermione. She figured not speaking to him would be for the best right now.

Hermione continued to read her book, every now and then looking over the top of it to watch her professor sit across from her drinking his brandy. He was still gazing into the fire, deep in thought. He looked much less angry now and Hermione decided she could speak to him.

�Professor?� she called, more gently than she would have liked to.

He turned to look at her, his eyes wide, as if jerked away from all of his thoughts. He pushed himself back into reality, and licked his dry lips. �Yes, Miss Granger?�

�I-I was just wondering, if there was anything you�d like for me to do?� Her heart was beating rapidly as she set the book down beside her. �To help you out, while I am living here.�

Snape considered her for a moment, setting his now empty glass down in front of him. He placed his elbow on his knee, holding his head in his hand. �I�m working on one of my latest, most delicate experiments. I trust you could add a cup of fine powdered carapaces to the concoction? The directions are on the table, and I have a lot of marking to do.�

Hermione let a grin spread across her face as she scrambled to her feet. He led her to his office, where he sat down at his desk, and a pile of reports waited to be graded. Snape pointed to the cauldron that was bubbling on the table next to his desk.

�The directions are next to the cauldron. Do NOT mess it up. If it is ruined, house points shall be deducted from Gryffindor. I can still do that you know,� he said silkily, picking up his quill and immediately marking a T on the first paper.

Hermione looked down at the potion in front of her, which was bubbling, turning a light shade of green. She turned around and reached in the cabinet to find a jar of carapaces. Taking a few of them out, she quietly chopped them up, as not to disturb Professor Snape from his biased marking of Potions reports. She added them to the cauldron, and let them sit before turning clockwise three times. Hermione knew she was rather gifted in Potions and decided to concoct the rest of the potion. When she was finished, she looked up to find Snape still distracted by the papers.

It looked as if he were almost finished, for the papers that had been sitting on his desk were nearly gone. She took a seat at one of the tables until he looked up at her. She smiled.

�The potion is finished, Professor. You�ll find that I bottled it and left it over there for you to use when you need it,� she said innocently, pointing over to where she was previously standing.

Snape�s head darted over to where the potion was sitting, and he got up instantly to check on it. He examined it, his face concentrated. When he made no comment and turned back to his desk, bottle in hand, she figured she had done well.

He eyed her thoughtfully before sitting back down at his desk. She had indeed, done well, but he was not going to tell her that.

Hermione stood quietly, pushing her chair in before heading back to his rooms to make herself comfortable in her still unfamiliar bed. She pulled the covers over herself, staring at the ceiling. A sudden fear overcame her. Would she be seeing Voldemort again any time soon? She shuddered, a chill going down her spine. Her eyes hung lazily with the hunger for sleep, the warm feeling of her blankets encasing her body. Maybe if she slept she could get rid of all these thoughts.

The next thing she knew, she was spiraling downward through a slick, tight tube. She landed on a wet patch of grass, the air being knocked from her lungs. Hermione opened her eyes to find a masked man looking directly down at her, hissing. She began to move towards him, as if being defied by gravity, and she screamed.

Her eyes flew open to find Snape staring down at her and she jolted upright, sweat pouring down her face. She began to sob violently. Her crying was not loud and hysterical, but rather quiet and heart wrenching.

Snape turned to flip the lights on, and strolled over to her, handing her another vial. �Miss Granger,� he said quietly, sitting in the chair next to the bed. When she continued to cry, he just sat there for a moment, watching her. She had indeed woken from a horrible dream. A dream about what, he did not know. But he immediately knew something was wrong when he heard screams from his office.

�Miss Granger,� he said firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her sobbing resided at this, and she unclasped her hands from her to face to look at him. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face and hands stained with many tears. He held the vial out to her.

Hermione took the vial from him timidly and pressed it to her lips, a drop of it sliding from her mouth. She wiped it away before handing him the empty vial, which he took and set it down on the table. He simply watched her and she finished the last of her grief.

When she had finally stopped, she looked at her Professor to find him staring at her intently. The force of his gaze made her eyes fall to look down at herself as she sat upon the bed. She felt humiliated and ashamed to be doing this to him. She felt heat rise to her cheeks as she sighed. Hermione wished she could be anywhere but here, not bothering Snape in such a way.

�Miss Granger, I will admit you gave me quiet a scare from my office. Perhaps I should give you a draught every night to provide you with a dreamless sleep?�

Hermione looked at him again, wondering if he was being serious or taunting her. She decided he was being serious and shook her head. �It was a Death Eater.�

Snape quirked an eyebrow, as she shifted uncomfortably beneath the covers. He raised a finger to his lips, tapping it gently. �You will no doubt, be seeing the Dark Lord again sometime soon. This is exactly why I am trying to help you. You will need to defend yourself when that time comes.�

Hermione sighed once more, and laid back in her bed, pulling the covers over herself. She watched as her professor got to his feet and headed for the door. Thinking he was going to leave without a word, she tossed the blanket over her head. But then�

�Good night,� she heard him murmur, but before she could return the farewell, the door closed gently.

Hermione awoke to the sound of Snape pounding furiously on her door, yelling for her to wake up. She got up quickly, scrambling out of bed before falling to the floor with a loud thud. She needed to learn to quit doing that so often. Her hair fell in front of her eyes and she batted the strands out of her eyesight and stood up, bumping into someone tall and solid.

Looking up, she locked eyes with Snape.

�Sorry, sir,� she mumbled. �I have a bad habit of falling out of bed in the morning when being awoken like that.�

�I�ll keep that in mind,� he said quickly before grabbing her arm and steering her in the direction of her closet. �Get dressed quickly, and come out when you�re finished.�

Hermione didn�t ask questions; well she couldn�t really, because before she could think of any he had vanished into the next room. She got dressed as quickly as her body would allow her at this time of the morning and walked into the next room to find Snape waiting for her.

�We have been summoned,� he said harshly, walking up to her and grabbing her arm hastily. �We must go.�

A look of horror flared in Hermione�s eyes, but before she could say a word, he carried them out to the grounds to the Apparation point and disappeared with a crack.

When they landed in their destination, Hermione realized that it was still dark outside. She must have not got much sleep since she awoke from her dream. The heaviness of her eyelids could have told her that much. She looked at Snape, who was now putting on his Death Eater mask. He grabbed her arm once more and steered her in front of him.

Hermione watched as her breath came out in puffs into the cold air. The grip on her arm became increasingly annoying, very fast. But she knew she should say nothing, especially now. It was crucial to keep her mouth shut. For a moment, she feared she did not have her wand, but remembered she grabbed it and stuffed it in her pocket before they left.

They were in a field, the shadows of old large houses far beyond where they stood. The grass was wet, and the moon shone upon it like some sort of nightlight. She suddenly saw a group of cloaked men who were standing in a circle, and fear hit her chest like a dagger.

�Severus,� a voice said quietly. �I am so glad to see you, and with the mudblood too. Very good.�

Hermione now stood face to face with Voldemort, in the inner circle of the Death Eaters. His red eyes flared and he smirked viciously at her, stroking one hand idly across Nagini�s head, who hung around his shoulders.

�Hermione Granger,� he said quietly, still stroking the head of his beloved snake. She eyed it carefully. �Such a pleasure to be seeing you again.�

Her eyes wandered over to meet his, and for one terrifying moment, she held eye contact with the Dark Lord. She could feel the intimidating presence of the Death Eaters standing around her, but she held herself firmly in her place.

�Nothing to say, have you?� Voldemort taunted, hissing slightly.

�No,� Hermione said firmly, locking eyes with him once more. He just smirked.

�I am under the impression that you are still currently suffering the curse I have placed upon you. And can you tell me, girl, exactly how that feels?� Voldemort said quietly, his eyes narrowing.

Hermione searched her mind for the right words, shaking slightly, whispering, �n-not pleasant.�

Voldemort laughed. A high, loud, laugh that seemed to bounce off the walls of the skies. A few of the Death Eaters chuckled, but did not dare laugh any more than that.

�Not pleasant, I see.� He walked around her, meeting eyes with Snape. �And I suspect Dumbledore has asked you to take care of her, Severus?�

Snape nodded, �Yes, my lord. He has me taking care of each of her pathetic and miserable whims. And that, my lord, is definitely not pleasant.�

Voldemort chuckled, turning around sharply to face Hermione again, his hands folded behind his back. �Definitely not.�

He walked around, looking into the faces of each one of his followers, as if trying to figure out which one would be perfect to pick out. Voldemort stopped then and raised his arms calling out, �Can anyone of you tell me why I have brought this mudblood here tonight?�

It was silent for a moment, and one of the men stepped forward, bending down to kiss the hem of Voldemort�s robe. He then stood up next to Voldemort.

�Yes, Avery?�

The man spoke slowly, �To gain any p-possible information about Harry Potter, sir?�

Again, another smirk from Voldemort that seemed to turn on a light bulb in his head, �Harry Potter, you say?�

The man nodded.

�You are correct!�

The main seemed to be relieved, for his shoulders slackened, and he stepped back in his spot by the other two Death Eaters beside him.

Voldemort made his way back to Hermione, facing her closely. �Tell me, Hermione, what is it you find most pleasant about the young, brave, Mr. Potter?�

Hermione swallowed, trying to regain her balance that was faulting slightly. She clenched her fists. �He is a good friend.�

�A good friend?�

�He is a very good friend,� Hermione repeated, her knuckles turning white from clenching her fists so hard.

Voldemort smirked even wider now. �What makes you think that you can defeat us, Hermione? Is it your undoubted Gryffindor lioness? Or maybe the ignorance that comes with it? Even though your blood may not be pure, you sure could be useful in some way� Join us, and you shall not face peril.�

Hermione swallowed even harder now, letting her knuckles come to a rest as she unclenched her hands. She was very afraid. She had to control herself from looking over to Snape for help, for she knew he had a very important role to be playing and certainly would not able to help her at all.

When she said nothing, he knocked her to the ground and experiencing a major case of d�j� vu, she fell back, the air in her lungs escaping and she gasped for breath as a Death Eater stared down at her and picked her up. She knew no more.

Hermione awoke to a now familiar bed. The covers were wrapped around her and she was very warm. She rolled over to see Professor Snape sitting in the chair next to her. Groaning, she sat up slowly put he placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down to the bed.

�Professor�� she began, but could not find the words to say.

Her eyes were only hanging half open as she stared at him. His hair was damp, hanging like curtains across his face. His eyes were hanging heavily as if he were exhausted. He probably was, no doubt, after what had happened. Hermione sighed and a hot, single tear fell from her face. She opened her mouth again to say something but stopped when she heard Snape talking.

�Are you alright?� he asked sternly.

Hermione just shrugged. She wasn�t exactly sure if she was alright or not. She was actually wondering if she was dead. �Am I dead?�

Snape snorted, shifting in his seat. �No, Miss Granger, you aren�t dead. If you were, I highly doubt I would be here right now.�

He has a point, she thought.

�You may lay there for a moment if you want, when you�re ready you may take a bath, and don�t forget to take your oils,� he said, standing up slowly and heading for the door. He put his hand on the knob to open it before turning around to her again. �Come and see me when you are done.�

The door shut quietly and Hermione leaned up on her elbow, laying there for a moment. She lingered momentarily over the thoughts of the night before. In that moment she felt the strongest urge to cry but nothing came except a dry sob. She stood to her feet and made her way to the now familiar lavatory with the oils in hand. The hot water on her back felt most pleasant as it ran over her figure, through her hair and cascading down her back. Hermione then stopped the show to take her bath and placed the normal three drops of liquid into the water. Dipping her body in, she sighed, breathing in the hot steam of the water through her nose. The smell seemed to invade her senses, sending a shiver down her spine as she relaxed in the water. Hermione closed her eyes and for one moment, everything was peaceful.

Meanwhile, Snape stood over the desk in his office, intently watching over a potion that he was brewing. �Stir counter clockwise 5 times and let sit for 20 minutes,� he muttered to himself as he stirred the potion. He took a seat in the chair in front of his desk and heaved a great sigh, running a hand through his greasy hair. Snape frowned at this. He wasn�t quite satisfied with the way his hair felt at the moment. It felt a lot greasier than he usually kept it. Then again, he only washed his hair with a simple bar of soap. He figured Hermione must have been using the shower now, so the hot water would not return for another fifteen minutes or so, by then he would need to add ingredients to his potion.

Snape slumped back in his chair, silently thinking for the next few minutes when he heard the door to his rooms open slowly. He turned to see Hermione standing there in her night-robe, her hair wet and hanging around her shoulders, neatly combed.

�Yes, yes. Come in, Miss Granger," Snape asked quietly, trying his best to stifle a yawn.

Hermione said nothing. She swallowed before shutting the door behind her and sitting down at one of the tables in front of him.

Snape watched as she moved to the table, sitting down and folding her hands, looking up at him almost innocently with her large brown eyes. It was times like these that Snape did not know what to make of the girl. He was not sure whether to be rude and insult her, or consider her and ask her to help him with his task. Placing a finger on his chin, he decided to consider her.

�Would you like my help, sir?� Hermione asked quietly, observing his body language. She knew by now that he was thinking.

�Yes, actually,� Snape replied, �I suppose you could make yourself rather useful. Look into this cauldron here, and tell me what you see.�

Hermione got up, pushing her chair in and walked almost sheepishly over to Professor Snape�s desk. She looked into the cauldron on his desk and examined it before looking at him. �A wit-sharpening potion, sir?�

Snape�s lip twitched, obviously not preparing himself for the fact that she would indeed know the answer to his question. It did not end here; he would test her more than just that.

�And tell me, Miss Granger, what is it that I have not yet added to this potion?�

Hermione tried to think back into her fourth year when they had first made this potion. She let the essence of the potion come in contact with senses, closing her eyes shut briefly. She did not look her professor in the eye when she answered him.

�You have not yet cut up the ginger root and added the armadillo bile.�

She could almost feel Snape�s smirk.

�Well then, why don�t you do that just now?�

Hermione obeyed, quickly turning on her heel to get into the cabinet for her ingredients.

Snape watched her as she quickly walked across the room to his, mind you, personal stores and pulled out ginger root and armadillo bile. She placed the contents onto his desk and he gently scooted back in his chair to watch her. He placed his head in his hand watching as the girl, (or was she a woman?) cut up the ginger root, almost precisely, letting it fall into the cauldron as gently as she could allow it. Snape then watched as she stirred it a few times, exactly how the directions would tell her to. She had probably memorized them back in her fourth year, no doubt, and he had probably only given her an A. The way her hands worked with the ingredients with tender care and attention, for a brief moment, almost reminded him of himself when he was a boy.

It was then that Snape felt he was almost lifted into a dream as he narrowed his eyes, looking at Hermione and yet, gazing beyond her. He watched her brown curls fall into her face as he brow furrowed, her hands working purposefully. Then figuring, her hands worked in such a way because she indeed did have a purpose. To give this potion all that she had. He was brought back to reality when he heard Hermione calling his name.

�Yes?� he asked, shifting his head up to truly look at her and give her his attention.

�I said I�m finished, Professor,� she said quietly, her brow still furrowed as if she were still concentrating.

He said nothing but looked at the cauldron. Snape waved his wand and the potion carefully spilled the potion into the stopper and handed it to her.

Hermione looked almost taken-aback when he held it out to her. She stammered. �W-why are you giving this to me, sir?�

�You�ll need it,� he said simply. �I have yet to speak with you.�

Ten minutes later, the both of them were now sitting in his chambers, sipping a cup of tea and sitting in their usual spots by the fire.

�Last night,� Hermione began, taking a sip of her tea and then setting it down on the table in front of her, �How come he didn�t kill me?�

Snape almost looked irritated at her question and he himself sat his tea down also. He folded his hands, leaning back into his chair. She knew that was his way of preparing to tell her something he only felt like saying once.

�If you must know the exact detail, Miss Granger,� Snape said, sighing heavily. He looked tired. His eyes hung lazily and his face looked worn. His jet black hair hung around his face, covering his jaw line. Each strand of his hair was tousled, as if unkempt for� more than usual. If Snape had any color in his face to begin with, well that color had gone now. �The Dark Lord did intend on� taking your life. However, I explained to him that your death would not be taken well by Dumbledore. If I returned with you dead in my arms, or returned with you missing, he would become suspicious my true allegiance and I would no longer be a teacher at Hogwarts.�

Hermione just stared at him. She licked her lips, they were cracked and dried.

�You do a lot for Dumbledore,� she whispered.

�I do,� Snape said, startling Hermione. She didn�t know that he had actually heard her. She didn�t intend for him to hear what she said.

She continued to stare at him and held her head in her hands. For one brief moment she took in the Potion Masters true appearance. Before she could stop herself, she could feel her mind trying to penetrate into the depths of his own but was snapped out briskly.

Snape�s eyes narrowed and he sneered, staring at her distastefully, �Just because I have taught you the basics of Occulmency does not give you the right to use it on anyone you please. I was going to explain to you a potion I intend on brewing, however, I have decided against it due to your arrogant attempt to peer into my mind.�

�I�m sorry, Professor!� Hermione pleaded. �I didn�t mean to, I just sort of looked� I was thinking and then all of a sudden��

�Hush,� Snape snapped. �Perhaps you should get some rest.�

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