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Madrigal	By : Rotisserie_Cassowary Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7982 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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As I expected, we hit turbulence almost immediately. Quite simply, she lacked confidence. She would check, re-check, and triple-check instructions before executing them. Focusing on not making mistakes seemed to actually have the opposite effect. She would concentrate so hard on getting her lotus roots evenly diced that she’d fly right past the time window for actually adding the lotus to the cauldron. She’d waste hours of time insisting on stirring by hand, rather than simply enchanting the rod to do so by itself. I’ll admit I said some pretty abusive things during those first two weeks. The girl was literally burning hundreds of sickles. I decided something needed to be done, and quickly.
I obtained permission to take the girl off school grounds surprisingly easily. Dumbledore’s curse seemed to be starting to addle his mind. He stared right through me when I went to speak with him. It was almost as if part of his mind was lost to another world, rather reminding me of my old lab rat.
On Saturday evening, I informed the girl to dress warmly, wear sturdy shoes, obtain a bagged lunch from the kitchens, and meet me in the entrance hall at 4 AM sharp the next day. She didn’t ask where we were going or what we were doing. She just agreed to be there. Well damn, the little chit really is learning.
We proceeded down the school grounds and out the gates in blissful silence the next morning. I was almost enjoying the novelty of walking in the crisp pre-dawn air with a companion, rather than my usual insomniac jaunts. I remember the sun beginning to peek over the Forbidden Forest was particularly spectacular that morning. When we passed the last of the wards, I finally spoke, “I trust since you are 17 and not a total imbecile that you have been practicing apparition?”
“Yes, Master Snape.”
“Very good. I shall still have to guide you, but it will save me rather a lot of effort. We’re going quite far, you see.” I offered my right arm, shaking up my sleeve so that she could grasp the bare skin of my forearm. I’d heard too many horror stories about children apparating while only holding onto their parent’s clothing and disappearing, never to be seen again. Skin-to-skin contact is crucial for proper magical transference. Once we arrived at our destination and she released my arm, I found that my skin tingled where she’d been touching me. What a remarkable phenomenon, I thought to myself, and promptly stuffed it into the very back corner of my mind.
I had brought Miss Granger all the way to Northern Ireland to perform a rather elaborate ruse. I told her that we were there to collect Circadian Clover flowers. They only bloom one day per year, and you must harvest before the noon sun touches them, or else they become unusable. I walked a good distance away from her and surreptitiously tipped a small amount of potion down my throat before vanishing the vial. Within 30 seconds, the shakes began. I cried out to the girl in apparent alarm, “Granger! Here! Now!”
I was on the ground curled into the fetal position by the time she got to me. I was foaming at the mouth and convulsing as I managed to whisper one word, “snake”. Miss Granger’s eyes filled with alarm. Her hair seemed to stand on end as she quivered with anxious energy and her body flooded with cortisol. “What do I do, Sir?! What can I get you?! Do you have any antidote?!” I simply stared up at her deliriously as I continued to thrash about in the meadow grass. After a very long couple of seconds, she finally leapt into action; her wand was steady as she leveled it at me. She didn’t know the location of the bite, so she made an educated guess and began casting the healing charms on my feet and legs first. While she was steadily cycling through charms, she was simultaneously rifling through my pockets. She didn’t show any hesitation about reaching into my trousers or roughly rolling my thrashing body around to be able to access the numerous pockets inside my overcoat.
She surveyed the contents of my pockets that she’d tossed all over the ground with one eye, while keeping the other on her constant flow of healing magic. She swiftly popped open a small tin and found my bezoars. She was reaching for my mouth to shove one down my throat when a light suddenly went off behind her eyes. She stopped casting, sat back on her heels, and stared at me with an appraising eye. She took a finger to the foam at my mouth, brought it to her nose, and gave it a sniff. “Mountain laurel… and is that lemon balm, Professor? That was quite a clever ruse. You really had me going. For a minute there, I completely forgot that Ireland doesn’t have snakes.”
I sat up, wiping the rather tasty foam from my mouth. “Very nice, Miss Granger. It took you less than three minutes to ascertain the problem, leap into action, find a solution, re-evaluate, then recognize the true solution. Do you see what happens when you don’t get caught up in your own head? When you don’t waste time worrying about making mistakes? You are more than capable of the things I ask of you. You just have to trust yourself.”
Her eyes welled up with tears, and thankfully she turned away before I had to watch them fall. “Thank you, Professor. You have no idea. This really meant a lot to me. I know I obsess too much about planning for every possible thing that could go wrong in my life. I literally make myself sick with worry sometimes. I’m going to do so much better for you, Sir. I’m going to be the best apprentice you could ever ask for. I swear it.” I rolled my eyes but gallantly refrained from making any cutting remarks. No point in undoing all that effort, after all.
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