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All My Agony Fades Away	By : astartelydianna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5365 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Notes: Just a quick note to say thank you to everyone who has taken the time to leave me a review; I am really grateful. I wasn’t holding out much hope for much interest after my last story (written on a different account as it was smutty as anything) flopped but to my amazement this story is miles more popular. I just wanted to let you all know I hope that you continue to enjoy the story and I’m very grateful to everyone for letting me know that they’ve enjoyed it so far.

Disclaimer: You may have got the message by now but I don’t own it and I make no profit J

Chapter Four

It was ten to eight in the morning, first day of term and Hermione found herself hovering outside Professor Snape’s classroom not wanting to go in too early. The less than friendly potions Professor placed a great deal of importance on time keeping; if she was even a minute late she would be in trouble but if she were over one or two minutes early she would get a verbal lecture for that also. She waited until it was under five minutes until the hour before letting herself into the classroom and nervously and slowly crossing the classroom to his office door. She hesitated there for a further minute and a half until it was less than two minutes to the hour to knock the door.

“Enter Miss Granger.” His voice called from the other side of the door. She opened the door and stepped inside shutting the door behind her before standing in front of the potion Master’s desk where he sat going through some pieces of parchment.

“Good Morning Professor.” She said quietly.

“Good you’re on time.” He nodded. “We have a lot to cover today as you will need to learn what your new role entails and what is expected of you as well as the fact that you are already short one term which means more effort on not just your part but mine also. Take care Miss Granger therefore to not waste any of my time with foolish questions or mistakes.”

“Um...alright.” she nodded.

“You would also do well to remember the most basic rules of potions Miss Granger and keep that unruly mass on your head tied back lest you wish to set fire to it.” He frowned, handing her a parchment. She took it and before reading tapped her wand to her hair to secure it in a tight bun. If her hair was the only thing about her outfit that he needed to comment on then the rest of it was fine so that was a relief. “That is a list of the core syllabus that we need to cover for your Master’s degree, you will do this by having sessions with me after evening meal Monday through Thursday and then a longer session on Saturday’s from nine am until when I see fit to dismiss you.”

“Yes sir.” She nodded. He handed her another parchment which appeared to be a timetable.

“This is a timetable of all of my classes, you will be expected to be present for all lessons for all years fourth and below to assist in whichever way I find most use for you. Your other times are free for you to use as you please although I will expect you to find some time for you to work on your written work.” He informed her. “If you are ready the first second year class of the year starts in under half an hour I would like you to supervise all the students in their brewing but you are not to say a word or interfere with a single student unless they are about to cause either harm to themselves or others or damage to school property. Am I clear?”

“Yes Sir.” She replied. She opened her mouth to ask him a question but thought better of it.

“You can save your no doubt endless stream of questions for this evening’s lesson.” He said rolling his eyes and standing from his desk. “Follow me.”

All in all her first lesson as an assistant wasn’t bad, Professor Snape didn’t shout at her once...granted she didn’t exactly do anything for that whole hour either, save walk around the students desks watching but still not to be shouted at or insulted was a change.

She made her way over to his desk at the front of the classroom since the next lesson was sixth years so he would more than likely tell her to get lost.

“Which of these potions is the best?” he asked her gesturing to the vials on his desk. She lifted each vial out in turn before settling on one and handing it to him. “Correct, which attempts are close enough to be passable?” Hermione picked up three other vials and then frowned at the remaining ones. She found it hard to believe that out of eighteen students only four managed to brew an acceptable burn salve, two of the ones that were acceptable weren’t even that great. “And now you see why I have so little patience for ones that clearly have neither talent nor the discipline for potion making. You may leave.”

The dark Professor watched her leave and frowned at himself for doing so, he hadn’t expect to notice the change in her so much. Of course growing up in a war tended to change one from a hand raising over eager eleven year old pretty quickly and since she had sacrificed her final year of school to go on the run with Mr Potter he knew that mentally she had changed; what he didn’t expect was the physical change. Obviously he knew that she looked a great deal different from her first year, that was to be expected from all the students in their time at Hogwarts but the change from seeing her in school uniform and muggle clothes to seeing her in adult clothes was a big one. It almost seemed like she had aged by a few years since he last saw her which of course was ridiculous but that was the difference clothes could make. He shook his head he would just have to try and appreciate the fact that she could now act mature enough to not drive him completely barmy and try to ignore all physical changes, she was still twenty years his junior after all.

Lunchtime found Hermione sat in the Great Hall at the staff table feeling very awkward, she could see her friends all sat at the Gryfindor table talking and laughing as usual and she felt very left out. Obviously the staff had made her feel more than welcome and Professor Gideon Gilwing the new defence against the dark arts teacher was really quite charming but it just wasn’t the same.

“Is Professor Snape as unpleasant in his classroom as everyone says?” Gideon asked her quietly.

“Professor Snape is less than pleasant to everyone I think but I wouldn’t take it personally I think he just likes to keep everyone at a distance and keep to himself.” Hermione replied.

“Which is why Miss Granger I do not care to be involved in idle gossip.” A voice drawled from behind her as the very wizard passed them to take his own seat.

“No offence intended Severus; I was just asking Hermione here what you’re like as a teacher.” Gideon smiled good-naturedly. The dark wizard just grunted in response and proceeded to eat his lunch in silence. “So you’re hoping to teach here Hermione?”

“Well, that’s the plan...if I can finish my degree in time that is.” She replied.

“The way I heard it, you’re known for being quite brilliant around here? Top NEWTs scores in twenty years, that’s quite an achievement.” He grinned; Hermione flushed slightly and ducked her head. “The Headmistress seems very proud of you; did you know you were only two points off of the Highest NEWT score ever?”

“No...I haven’t received a full breakdown yet, they’re due any day now.” She murmured thoughtfully, and then she frowned as she remembered exactly who the highest NEWT record belonged to. “I lost to you by two points?” She asked in disbelief, turning to face the silent potions master the other side of her.

“I fail to see how it was a competition but your potions score was five points below mine and transfiguration three points higher than mine so if what you are actually asking is whether my NEWTs score was two points high than yours then yes that is correct.” He replied, not even glancing up from his food.

“Bugger.” She breathed turning back to her friendlier dinner companion. “I hadn’t actually considered beating him before now...but two points?! Unbelievable!” The young DADA Professor laughed at her serious pout and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“There, there Miss Granger.” He consoled, although it looked like he was barely containing a laugh. “If it makes you feel any better you were a little busy during your seventh year saving the world and all.”

“Yes I know.” She sighed. “I really don’t mean to sound so petty but two points?” She couldn’t believe it; she’d have loved some way of wiping that smirk off of Severus Snape’s face after he was always so cruel to her in his classroom. She sighed in defeat and then smiled again. “Ah well...I’ll just have to try harder on my masters degree won’t I?”

“That’s the spirit.” Gideon laughed. “Although considering that the person you’re trying to beat is the one teaching you that may be a little optimistic.”

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” She replied, tapping her nose. She glanced at the Gryfindor table again a bit longingly...the boys would know exactly what she was talking about. It was a secret but Professor McGonagall had given her back her time turner from third year, since she was trying to complete her master’s degree in a shorter space of time than most and the Headmistress really needed a Potions replacement as soon as possible but she was under strict orders to only use it if she really needed to unlike her third year where she over used it to the extent that she pretty much did the whole year twice.

“Your friends?” Gideon asked, gesturing to the table Hermione was still staring at.

“Yes.” Hermione replied simply with a smile. “I suppose I’d better go and get myself ready for next lesson. Excuse me Professor.”

“Call me Gideon please.” He assured her. “Good luck.”

As Hermione made her way out of the hall and towards her rooms she heard someone running down the corridor behind her. She turned to see who was causing the loud and hurried footsteps to find Ginny stood behind her trying to catch her breath.

“What was that?” Ginny demanded.

“What?” Hermione asked looking confused.

“You and the hot new DADA Professor, that’s what!” Ginny grinned. “He likes you Hermione!”

“I think he was just being friendly Ginny. After all I was sat there looking a little lost and lonely.” Hermione replied, brushing the whole thing off since the red headed witch did have a tendency to over romanticise things.

“You just wait Hermione; he likes you I’m telling you. I bet you that he asks you out before Valentines!” she winked.

“Yeah, like I have time to date.” She snorted in response. “Shit speaking of time, I’ve got to go – you know how Professor Snape is about time keeping!”

She knocked on the classroom door hesitantly; it was about fifteen minutes until the lesson started but Professor Snape had told her she would be expected before the students...unfortunately he hadn’t told her how early to be so she had just had to guess.

“Enter.” His voice called. She did so and glanced around not knowing where he was. He stepped out of the ingredients store room and gestured to her to follow. “Once the students have gathered their ingredients to work with the storeroom will need tidying, after that go to my desk and start marking the tests that I gave the sixth years this morning. I am assuming that you should know the answers to a sixth year test but should you need reassuring there will be an answer sheet on the desk also.”

The students filed in and Hermione happily handed them ingredients as they came to the cupboard and then proceeded to tidy the shelves and re-organise everything into their proper places. It didn’t take long as she resisted the urge to completely re-organise the shelves since Professor Snape would more than likely have a fit if she did. Then she made her way over to the front of the classroom where he stood and glanced nervously at the desk – did he mean he wanted her to sit at his desk to do the marking?

Hermione couldn’t quite rationalise her hesitation to sit at his desk but considering how intimidating and private the man was it just seemed wrong.

“What are you waiting for Miss Granger; those tests are not going to mark themselves.” He drawled catching her attention. She nodded and quickly moved behind the desk and sat at the chair. She found herself sat ridiculously low compared to the desk but didn’t dare make any alterations and instead just sat up as high as she could and began looking through the students tests.

When the bell rang and the class was dismissed she didn’t move from her position bent over an exam that she was halfway through marking.

“Would you like me to finish these last few since I’m nearly finished sir?” she asked as she placed the marked test on the finished pile. She looked up at him and he nodded abruptly, he looked like he was about to say something but instead turned and headed into his office and shut the door behind him.

In his office he couldn’t help but smirk in amusement at the young woman who had looked so small and lost sat at his desk.

Author’s Notes: So as you all may have gathered this is going to be a slow building story, it’s going to be a fairly long one – perhaps even my longest yet. Hopefully you will all enjoy it none the less. There will be sparks between them later but these things don’t happen over night
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