The Reckoning | By : Snapeoutofit Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 22043 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4 |
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The following day, after receiving their schedules, the students dispersed to attend their first classes of the new year. When Hermione opened her schedule she was dismayed to see that she did not have Potions until the following day. She did not see Professor Snape in the corridors or The Great Hall and she was trying hard to bury her disappointment. When she went to bed that evening she desperately fought the inevitable pull she felt to seek him out. Of course she knew that it would be pointless to do so. After all, he told her to expect this.
When she attended Potions the next day, her heart was thumping in her chest. When she sat down she was certain everyone could hear it. She took her book out of her bag and looked up at the Professor.
In Advanced Potion making, the students brewed the Tempesta Potion. Hermione had come across the potion before in her reading, but she had never brewed in before. The affects of the potion left the user able to feel as if they were in ideal weather conditions when they were not.
“Of course,” Professor Snape drawled, “this potion makes people more comfortable, but it behooves you to remember that it cannot protect you from extreme weather. Just because users can’t feel the cold doesn’t mean that they won’t get frostbite, so users must still take extreme caution.” He began walking toward the front of class, and turned around sharply by Hermione’s desk when her hand shot into the air.
“Miss Granger,” he intoned.
“If one we’re to unknowingly ingest the potion, would they be aware of its effects, or would they be in danger of injury from their lack of ability to feel?” Hermione asked.
“There is a book in the library that has several anecdotes about people who have used this potion and been injured. There is no feeling or side affect associated with taking it. It’s a fascinating read.” Snape continued to his desk and took a seat.
When class was over, Hermione began to pack up her things. As she readied to leave, she heard his voice again.
“Miss Granger,” he called out. “I believe the title of the book I mentioned is called Missteps and Misfortune: Potion Misuse.”
“Thank you, Professor,” she said and they stared at one another for too long for it to be comfortable before Hermione gathered herself and turned on her heel.
As Hermione walked through the corridor and toward Gryffindor Tower she didn’t know how to feel. Nothing terrible had happened, yet she felt upset. She wanted him to touch her, just once. She realized that it wasn’t fair. All of her friends knew they had grown close over the summer so why did they need to keep this level of distance?
Hermione changed into something more comfortable and sat by the fire in Gryffindor tower with Ginny. After a few hours Ginny had to go to Quidditch practice so Hermione decided to spend a some time in the library before heading to The Great Hall for supper. When she arrived she spear out her things at her favorite sunny table in the corner. She gathered a few books on Ancient Runes and began reading.
As she was returning her books, she remembered the title Professor Snape had mentioned. She glanced at the clock and realized there wasn’t time enough to read it now, but she went to find it anyway so she would be able to quickly find it later. Once she found the book she noticed a tiny slip of parchment protruding from the top binding. Curious, she took the book down and returned to her table.
She opened the book and unfolded the paper gingerly. She immediately recognized Severus’ spidery scrawl. The note read:
Be in the corridors at the time on this page.
Hermione furrowed her brow as the read the page. There was no explicit time listed on the page, but the note was lying on the first page to Chapter 8, so she assumed that was the time he meant. Hermione closed the book and tucked the note into her pocket before heading to The Great Hall for supper.
She slid into place beside Ron, who was already hurriedly shoving food into his mouth. Ginny and Harry were sitting opposite.
“How was practice?” She asked the pair as she scooped some potatoes onto her plate.
“Exhausting,” Ginny said. “It has been far too long since I’ve been on a broom. My muscles are killing me.”
“I think a nice soak in the prefect’s bathroom is in order,” Harry said with a sly grin.
Hermione chuckled as she finished filling her plate. When she looked up to see if Professor Snape was at the staff table, she was dismayed to notice that he wasn’t there. She was hoping to give him some sort of look, or receive a look from him, that would be confirmation of the note’s intent. She refocused on her plate and her friends, deciding that she would finish eating, take a nice shower, and prepare to wander the corridors until his intent became known.
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At quarter to eight, Hermione climbed through the portrait hole and began walking toward the library. She hadn’t the slightest clue where to go and she was disappointed that she had not even glimpsed Professor Snape since class that morning. She walked past the infirmity, the transfiguration classroom, and the entrance to The Great Hall. As she stood in the foyer, she let out the breath she had not known she was holding when a man in a black frock coat ascended the staircase from the front door, quickly making his way toward her. She turned to face him as he closed the space between them. He stopped an arms-length away and stared at her. A grin pulled at her lips.
“Professor,” she stated in greeting.
“Miss Granger,” he said. “I’m please to see you found my note.”
“How do you know I found it and that this meeting isn’t purely coincidental?” She asked.
He chuckled. “Because I expect you know better than to ignore my book recommendations.” He took one small step closer. “And I checked to see that it was gone.”
She laughed and he leaned forward, his voice a whisper near her ear. “I could not think of any other way to tell you that I needed to see you without someone finding out.”
Hermione bit her lip and relished in the confirmation that he was already missing her. A shiver went down her spine as he spoke so near to her ear. He pulled back and looked at her. He gritted his teeth as he spoke.
“Come. With me.”
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