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Confinement	By : Lucreace Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 14059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The first thing Hermione became aware of was that she was no longer cold and wet. In fact, she was incredibly warm and very dry. She wasn’t wearing her cloak anymore; in fact, she wasn’t wearing much at all. Keeping her eyes closed, she listened for any sound of movement. There was nothing to be heard at the moment. She had no idea where she was and her wand was missing, best to play it cool for the time being. She was about to make the decision to open her eyes and see what was going on when the noise of a door opening close by made her think twice. Doing her best to keep her breathing deep and even as though she were asleep, she listened as the sounds of footsteps came close.
She kept still as the footsteps stopped by the bed in which she laid. A cool hand pressed against her forehead and it was all she could do to keep from flinching back from the unfamiliar touch. There was an approving snort before the hand withdrew. The scent of cool cologne hit her and she let out a soft sigh despite herself. “Is she waking up?” asked a high pitched little voice. Sasha! She must still be at the mansion then.
                “She is,” there was no mistaking that voice. Hermione kept her eyes shut; she had no desire to see the triumphant look on his face as he gloated over her failure, “She’ll be opening her eyes soon and then your know-it-all tutor will be back to bossing you all around in no time.”
                “Are you sure?” Sasha asked; the concern was clear in her voice. There was a rustling sound but Snape didn’t speak. Hermione thought about lying there until they all disappeared but that wouldn’t be an option. For all her noise and fussing, Sasha was a caring girl and she’d wait around until she knew for definite that she was alright. Hermione rolled onto her side, facing away from them both.
                “What happened?” Sasha asked.
                “I don’t know.”
                “Are we safe here?” There was another rustle at this and Hermione knew he would be nodding his head. Nothing for it now, she opened her lids and looked straight into the questioning blue eyes of Sasha. The pale-faced girl inhaled sharply and a bright smile graced her small features.
                “You’re safe,” Snape replied. Hermione nodded imperceptibly before shutting her eyes once again.
                “She’s awake.” Sasha said.
                “I know.” How? How did he know that? He couldn’t see her face. “She’s been feigning it since we came back. I suspect she’s been awake for a little while now.” She heaved out a sigh and rolled back onto her back, opening her eyes once more.
                “What happened?” she said.
                “I was hoping you would be able to tell us,” Snape said.
                “Can I tell the others?”
                He inclined his head slightly and the girl dashed off, “How did I get here?” she asked.
                “Your part first,” he replied as he ran a hand over his face, brushing back fine black hair out his eyes. She grabbed the blanket and yanked it upwards before sitting up. Although she had likely been undressed by him, she had no wish for him to see her in her underwear while she had a say in the matter. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
                “I was making the rounds, just passed nine I think it was. I got to a point near some trees and thought I heard a noise. I went to investigate a bit further when I thought I heard a voice. Next thing I felt was a sharp pain in the back of my head and I blacked out.” She watched his features for the trace of a reaction, there was none.
                “Fenton found you.” Snape said with the wave of his hand, “When you didn’t return he went looking for you. He brought you back.” She let her eyes close as he spoke. His deep voice droned on as she processed what he was saying, “When I returned, we placed you where you are now. The only injury I could find was the lump on the back of your head.”
                “I got hit there,” she said running her hand over the sore spot. As soon as her fingers hit the area, she flinched; there was a sizeable lump there. “Must have been a heavy blow too.”
                “Maybe it’ll knock some sense into that skull of yours, but I doubt it.” She snapped her head around, a retort building on her tongue. It died when she saw the slight smile on his face. Was it a smile? No, surely not. “Do you want something for the pain?”
                “No,” she said shaking her head. What time of day it is?”
                “Morning. We can discuss this again later, when you’ve had chance to recover. I will leave you be for the time being,” he said. True to his word, he withdrew and left her alone with her thoughts. She could still feel where he’d touched her forehead for fever; it hadn’t been a heavy hand or a rough one either. He didn’t seem overly concerned about the fact she’d been attacked on his land though. The thought was lost however, as seven children bustled into the room, jabbering and clamouring and asking a hundred questions at once. She raised her hand and smiled indulgently at them – their concern was heart-warming even if it made her head clatter a little.
                “Please, guys, quieten down! One at a time.”
                “What happened?” Harrison asked. His bright blue eyes were wide and his usually tidy hair was shoved back in all directions. Hermione smiled at the boy.
                “Don’t look so worried,” she said before explaining it to them all.
                “Who did it?” Jack asked.
                “If I knew that we wouldn’t have a worry now would we.” She replied. She forced her own bushy hair from her face and let out a sigh. Maybe she should have asked for some pain relief after all!
                “Was it Mr Snape?” Lara asked. The bright faced, read headed girl appeared much better than she had in the morning but her question made Hermione frown.
                “Now why would he do something like that?” she asked.
                “I don’t know, he scares me,” the girl replied.
                “He scares a lot of people.”
                “Even you?” Clarice said.
                “No not me, not anymore.” Hermione said. She let out a sigh and shook her head, “Now, all of you get out of here so I can dress and we’ll think about starting the day’s lessons.” There was a general groan at that proposal but they all filed out of the room, leaving her to her thoughts once more. They were brief and focused mainly on the lessons she had to teach that day. She’d not heard anything from the others at Hogwarts and frankly, she was beginning to worry. Resolving to send a letter if she hadn’t heard anything by the end of the day, she suddenly realised what it was she was meant to be teaching. Potions… as if she was going to teach that particular subject while under the roof of such an expert. She’d botch the timetable around so she could do transfiguration instead. Maybe if she asked nicely, Snape would step up. He’d have the time surely, what else did he do all day anyway?
As soon as breakfast had been sorted, the kitchen cleaned and everyone was assembled in the study, she began instructing the students in transfiguring mugs into glasses and back again. It was relatively simple but then again, they were first years and the simple lessons formed the basis of everything else they had to learn throughout their time in school. Hermione walked around the between the desks, scanning the work the children had been doing. It was mostly theory at the moment and as she did so, she began to realise that the study skills of the children left a lot to be desired. Sasha’s work contained omissions of essential words, making her work difficult to read and Jack’s hand writing was so small that it could hardly be read. Ryan’s spelling was perhaps the worst she had ever seen and Corby’s composition was awful. She heaved out a big sigh and called the class to a halt.
                “When you’re writing these papers, do you give any thought to the reader?” she asked. The children looked at her blankly. Clarice shook her pale head and Ryan looked almost gormless.
                “Uhh… what do you mean?” Clarice asked.
                “I want you all to re-read your work and tell me if any parts don’t make sense.” Hermione said. The seven children did so silently, a couple of them picked up their quills once more and made some alterations. Her thoughts turned to what she could do to tackle the problem further. Maybe a study skills class would be useful for the new students, especially those that had been identified as having a lower quality of written work. It sounded like a project she could get her teeth into and she resolved to write to Professor McGonagall when she had a moment to spare.
                The children returned to their work and Hermione walked over to the bookshelf, perusing the shelf as the scratching of quills on parchment echoed around the light room. There was nothing there that she hadn’t read before but the selection would prove very useful for the children. They were rudimentary texts on the foundation subjects she was overseeing. It struck her that these books must have been specially chosen for their use. Momentarily taken aback at the implications of that thought, she blinked, digesting it.
                Hermione straightened up as the throb in the back of her head returned, bringing back to her mind the comment that Lara had made. Had Snape knocked her on the back of the head? She’d admonished to Lara that he wouldn’t do such a thing and yet there was a niggle in her mind that he may have done so, just to teach her a lesson. He’d certainly made no qualms in the past at going out of his way to be cruel. Although a crack on the back of the head seemed a touch excessive.
                Casting her eyes over the children, she saw they’d mostly finished. “Can we go outside again?” Harrison asked before shoving his hand up in the air. His sandy hair fell into his eyes and he flicked his head back. There was still a heavy layer of snow on the ground and the clouds were pregnant with the threat of a further fall.
                “Have you finished?” she said. All seven pairs of eyes looked up and nodded. Some of the kids smiled and she knew she’d give in to them. “Pack your things away then and go and get dressed for the cold.” The activity that followed was brisk and brief. She’d never seen children move as fast as these ones did, so eager were they to get back out into the snow. Hermione shook her head as they scampered to their rooms. She decided not to join them that day; she could read their papers in the kitchen while getting some really delicious food on the go for them all. Maybe a stew, it was still early enough to get one on the go.
                She’d just set into chopping the veg when she was disturbed by the master of the house, “If you indulge them too much, they’ll never respect you,” he said. His tone had the usual dry inflections and for once, she wished he would leave her alone. She was about to say as much when he crossed the floor and peered into the pot she’d set on the cooker. “What is this?”
                “Stew.”
                He nodded with a disinterested manner before drawing a seat at the kitchen table. “I believe we have something to discuss,” he said coolly.
                “You wish to do so now?” she couldn’t fit the sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach and the spreading cold that crept into her limbs. She paused in her work and tilted her head as she looked at his pale, slightly gaunt face. What was it about this man that made her feel such tumultuous emotions? She dismissed her thoughts and forced her stomach to be calm.
                “You don’t have to stop cooking,” he said.
                “Alright, now then.” She said with a nod before returning to the cooking.
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