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Rising Above	By : Dryad Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4323 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five
Hermione stood in front of a group of fourth year Hufflepuffs.She blew a breath of air against the hair falling in her face.
"Summoning Charms are very simple.The correct pronunciation is "Accio".You are not to wave your wand, but point it, otherwise you will send the energy in all sorts of directions. Focus specifically on the item you wish to summon.Contrary to popular belief, Accio does NOT work on animate objects...including people, Mr. Bargen," she added dryly as she saw him murmur and point his wand at his on-again-off-again girlfriend across the room. The rest of the class chuckled as the young man turned bright red.Did we ever act like that in fourth year? She thought to herself, knowing that they had already been embroiled in the war against Voldemort even then. She sighed inwardly, and continued the lesson."Everyone line up on this side, and try to summon the cushions from the other side of the room. I will come around to correct your technique as needed."
She continued her lesson, though not completely there. Her mind was still stuck in last week. Bella had returned to the Dark Lord's side a few days earlier, but they were still concerned.Simple being best, she borrowed the same trick she had done in fifth year when they had to work around that beast of a harpy, Umbridge. She created a few galleons, and gave Bella the master.She would change the dates when she was able to escape Voldemort's notice to report. Hermione also added a tricky charm that would make the galleon burn red hot if Bella were in mortal peril, for which Bella was greatly appreciative. It wasn't foolproof, but at least it was highly unlikely to be noticed, and gave them a few options they wouldn't have had otherwise.
A pillow hit her in the face.
"I...I...I'm so sorry Professor Granger!" a student gulped out.
Hermione smiled tightly, "now you see why we use cushions, Mr. Allweather. You are flicking your wand, which we both know I specifically said not to do. 10 points from Hufflepuff."
I'm spending too much time with Severus, he's beginning to rub off on me. The rest of the Hufflepuffs cringed at the odd smile on their professor's face.
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Hermione rushed to the Great Hall. She had a stack of scrolls at least three feet high to correct, and she really needed to eat.She flopped down quickly in her chair, and reached for the chicken that sat in a platter to the left of her plate. She felt a cool touch at the back of her neck, so slight she thought she imagined it, until she saw Severus take his seat beside She She raised her brow in his direction, to which he replied in kind.It was hard having a relationship you were keeping from nearly everyone in the room. Only a few of the teachers and Albus knew, but they could imagine what would happen if the students at large knew.They couldn't have their true relationship out in the open-it gave the other side too powerful a weapon if they decided they needed it.
As she ate her chicken, she felt a soft touch on her thigh, drawing circles up and down her leg.With great concentration, she looked down at her plate. Gods, his hands! she moaned internally. It took her a few moments to realize she'd been holding her fork halfway to her mouth for the last few moments, certainly longer than necessary.
"Perhaps I should just go back to my office, and correct my papers," she said slowly, making her apologies to her colleagues.Severus hid a smirk behind his own fork, as she moved quickly away.
Albus' eyes twinkled when he noticed that Severus didn't wait very long to leave himself.
And then his arm burned. Shit, Fuck and Holy Merlin's Balls. He rushed to Hermione's office, and gave the password that she would set when it was only him she wanted to enter.
Splayed across her desk, she was laid out like a feast. Her robes were beneath her, curling about her voluptuous frame.
The man NEVER had a sense of timing, he moaned to himself.
"As stunning an offer as that is, My Own, you need to get dressed," he ground out. "We're being called. The idiot. He has to know it's the middle of the day."
"Control and focus, Sev," she answered, tossing her own clothing back on quickly. She called out for a house elf, who popped up next to her desk.Quickly grabbing a quill, she scribbled a message to Dumbledore.
"Take this to the headmaster, okay Noggy?"
"Yes'm," the elf answered and disappeared with a pop.
"Let's go."
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It was a very lonely room they had apparated into.Broken furniture that looked as though it had not been cleaned in a century, with piles of dust that more resembled sand castles than simply a dirty house. Any color that had been in the room had been muted and dulled by sun that found its way though the broken blinds, age and dust.In other words, it was a fitting room for the Dark Lord.
They heard a scream. Nodding to each other, they pulled out their wands and followed the sound.
A woman with wild hair strained against ropes that tied her to the bed. Pettigrew grinned evilly as his silver hand touched her skin as he watched the plume of black smoke rise from her chest.
Now they knew where the scream came from. The werewolf shrieked again.
It was then they noticed Voldemort watching the proceedings with great interest.
"That hand was one of my more brilliant ideas," he drawled idly. "Who would have known that Ratboy here would serve some use?"
The said "Ratboy" quickly hid a look of irritation.The stench of burned flesh filled the room.
"Come, my servants, I have questions for you," Voldemort called out to them. He stood, and threw a last, longing look at the woman's taut form in rictus. Hermione thought she heard him mutter something about Midas but only in silver, and shuddered in thought.
"Now that the infidel has been cast from our lot, we need to discuss who shall be my second in command." The Dark Lord turned to look at Severus' look of shock. "No, you have shown me your loyalty, and brought me this great prize," nodding his head in Hermione's direction, "but there are too many times when you cannot join me at a moments' notice. You are more valuable to me where you are, as you are. But your insights would be invaluable."
"Thank you, My Lord. You honor me," he murmured silkily. "You do, of course realize, we must not be gone long. It is midday after all."
"Of course, of course. But it has come to my attention that some of my servants have chosen to fight amongst themselves like schoolboys for the position. It would be better if I make the choice," he answered, airily waving his hand.Bellatrix came forward, looking much as they were used to, her face hardened in a beautiful symmetry. She placed a teacup on the table at his elbow.
"Who is left of the old group, My Lord that you trust?"
"Dolohov, though he is a foreigner. You. My dear-you look as though you might burst." He turned to Hermione.
"My Lord, I wish no disrespect, but only wish to help you. Have you considered Bellatrix?"
Voldemort laughed out loud, his thin voice running like ice down her spine. "Bella? Why do you suggest her, young one?"
"She is powerful, My Lord. She managed to escape the insanity that ravages most who spend time in Azkaban. She has been a faithful follower since the beginning. Not to mention, My Lord, you must trust her, as you accept drink from her."
Voldemort looked thoughtfully at Hermione's guileless face. "You speak the truth, but a Death Eater would not follow a woman."
"My Lord, after your infidel's punishment, the younger followers fear her. I saw it in their faces. If they fear her, they will follow her," Severus added, taking care not to mention Malfoy's name. After all, if Voldemort wasn't willing to mention it, it was best not said.
"There is much to what you have said. I will think on it." He looked at Hermione again, a different look in his eye. "Come here, girl." Hermione mentally closed down, and moved to kneel before him.
His long thin finger softly caressed the side of face. "Pity, it's afternoon. Perhaps I will have to put a dark mark so that you may come to me without my loyal servant. But no matter, I will think of something. Now that it is not of importance, I can think of better ways to enjoy what you have to offer," he whispered for her ears alone.
Hermione shuddered at this, hoping he took it as one of passion and not disgust. "Yesss," she hissed, clenching her teeth together. His touch sparked images in her head, drawing darkness around them, and he put forth images of how he would take her. She shuddered again, and fought for her composure.Voldemort chuckled lightly, "Soon, my dear. Soon." He grasped her hand, and helped her to stand. She saw the desire reflect in his red eyes before he leaned forward and chastely kissed her cheek. A spike of dark lust coursed through her body, causing her to moan."Take her back before I change my mind and lose a valuable spy, Severus." He waved his hand dismissively.
"Yes, My Lord," he answered clearly, reaching for Hermione's hand. "We must get back before we are missed."
The combination of Severus' hand and his statement brought clarity back to her mind.
"I look forward to your private call, My Lord. It is my pleasure to serve you," she murmured with a hint of desire. It did not matter that the desire was placed there by Voldemort himself, and not her own psyche; she wasn't above using it to her advantage.
With his laughter ringing in her ears, they apparated.
They landed just outside the gate, and Hermione struggled away from Severus, promptly losing her lunch in a nearby flutterbush.As her stomach continued to convulse, she felt a cool hand on her neck, stroking and holding her hair back out of her face.
"We have to go, love. Classes will be starting shortly." Hermione nodded weakly as she did a quick spell to clean herself up. He led her to the hidden door they used, and brought her up to his rooms.

Severus watched her closely, seeing the iron control she was using to keep herself together.Whatever He had done to her, it had scared her badly, and she was in no state to be teaching a class of twits. He rapidly went through his mental catalogue of coping devices he'd used over the years. A cheering charm wouldn't be powerful enough. They didn't have time to discuss what it was that happened, so he wasn't sure if a potion would help.
"Hermione, would you like to borrow my pensieve? I know something just happened. You're in no shape to teach right now. It would buy you some time," he offered with concern.
Hermione looked up at him gratefully and nodded. He pulled out a dark stone bowl, thankful he didn't have to use himself this time. She pulled the silver thread from her temple, and watched it drop into the bowl.
"How do you feel now?" he asked her.
"Better. Still have a creepy crawly feeling though. Like I just woke up from a nightmare I can't quite remember." She shuddered lightly.
Severus caught her in his embrace. "That's not surprising. Anything I can do for you?"
"Just hold me until the feeling goes away."

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*The silver hand on the werewolf trick was borrowed from Barb's excellent "Triangle Prophecy".

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