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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione tapped timidly at the door to the library, balancing the tray in her other hand.
"Come in," came the voice from the other side.
She opened the door and entered, head carefully down. She crossed the room and laid the tray on the desk. Snape was sitting in his armchair with a book and not at the table, but as soon as Hermione had put his dinner down she dropped immediately to the floor, kneeling in her usual spot. She kept her eyes glued to the floor, not daring to look up at him.
After a minute or so, Snape rose from the chair and seated himself behind his desk, ignoring her completely. He pulled the tray in front of him and began to eat.
Before long, Hermione's legs were aching from the position she was stuck in, but she didn't dare move. Snape seemed to be taking longer than usual to eat, reading from a stack of parchment besides his tray. She snuck a quick peek up at him. Judging by the frown on his face he didn't like whatever it was he was seeing.
She saw his face turn towards hers slightly, and she lowered her eyes quickly back to the floor before he saw her looking. Maybe he wasn't completely ignoring her then. Or maybe he wasn't looking at you at all. She wasn't brave enough to look up again, so she was surprised when Snape spoke, pushing the tray to the side.
"Get rid of that tray and come straight back here," he ordered.
His tone was harsh and she cringed inwardly. She was sure when she returned she was going to be punished. She grabbed the tray and fled as fast as her sore legs could take her. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks as she quickly rinsed the dishes and left them to dry, before running straight back to the library, only pausing outside long enough to dry her face.
Hermione knocked and waited for permission to enter. Once she was back in the room she stopped, waiting to see what he wanted from her.
"Back where you were, girl."
She obeyed quickly, her tired limbs protesting at being forced back into a kneeling position. Snape was still sitting at the desk, now scribbling furiously across the stack of parchment he had been reading earlier.
The silence stretched on, the only sounds the scraping of the quill Snape was using and an occasional angry mutter that she couldn't make out clearly. Hermione's legs were cramping worse than before, her knees were killing her, and after about half an hour she could feel them start to shake from the effort of staying still. She tried unobtrusively to flex her muscles, but it barely gave her any relief. She gritted her teeth and did her best to stay upright.
Another thirty minutes later and she was biting down on her bottom lip to stop herself crying out with the pain. The joints in her knees felt like they were burning and she didn't think she would last much longer. She wished Snape would just hurry up and dole out her punishment. At least then she would be able to move. She shifted a foot slowly underneath her, pulling her toes up so as to stretch her calf.
A searing jolt ran through the muscle and Hermione struggled to hold back her cry of pain. She grabbed the offending leg, digging her fingers in and trying frantically to ease the cramp. So much for doing everything perfectly. The scratching of quill on parchment didn't pause, Snape acting like he hadn't noticed her.
She was going to have to get off her knees, unable to take any more. She'd tried her best but he wasn't being fair leaving her on the floor for so long. Tears of frustration started to well in her eyes. Why was he making such a big deal about something that was just an accident? She would never have done such a thing on purpose. How could he treat her so badly when all she wanted to do was please him?
"M… Master…" she whispered, unable to contain herself any longer. He ignored her. She tried again, a little louder. "Please… Master…"
"Be silent."
"But I…"
Snape hissed and grabbed the wand that was lying on the table and flicked a wordless jinx at her. It stung terribly, heat coursing through her and making her muscles spasm. She yelped as she fell to the floor.
"Get up and go stand by the wall since you can't manage to stay still," he snapped, gesturing to a bare stretch by the door.
Hermione shakily got to her feet, surprised to find most of the ache in her lower limbs had gone, and she could stand up easily. That hex must have done something to my muscles. Still, she was glad to change position and stretch her legs. She stood where she had been told, irritated with herself for having annoyed him. She stayed there for at least another hour, head down and trying not to shake with anticipation of the punishment she was sure was forthcoming.
"What ingredient is added after fluxweed when brewing Amortentia, and why is it not added before?" Snape snapped suddenly.
Hermione jerked in surprise, his question unexpected. For a moment her mind was blank and she couldn't reply.
"It's not a difficult question girl. Answer it."
"Uh…" She thought quickly. "Graphorn Horn, er… powdered… is added after fluxweed. It must be added beforehand otherwise it becomes a fairly impotent lust potion."
Snape gave no reply, instead pulling another piece of parchment across the table towards him and starting to scribble across it.
Did I get it right? Oh Gods, maybe it was the beetle eyes, not the horn…
Snape didn't speak again for another 10 minutes.
"Why does the recipe for Garroting Gas require dittany to be shredded and not chopped?"
This time she was ready for him.
"Because chopping it causes too much of the sap to be lost whereas shredding help it retain the moisture. If the dittany loses too much sap the potion will most likely explode when the wormwood essence is added."
Again there was no response from him. Hermione lowered her head again. She didn't know what to think. There was silence again for a while.
Snape stood all of a sudden, throwing his quill down on the desk. She heard him stalk across the room and saw as his boots came to a halt in front of her.
"Look at me."
She lifted her head. His dark, solemn eyes bored through her. She felt suddenly frightened at something in his expression, and tried to press herself back against the wall. Snape moved closer, looming over her, dominating her. Something in her chest fluttered at the feel of his body against hers. He grabbed her face with both hands, their eyes still locked together. She longed for him to kiss her, to possess her completely. She wanted to be his.
He didn't move any closer, and she could feel the disappointment coursing through her. The intensity of his gaze was too much for her so she lowered her eyes submissively. Snape withdrew slightly, his hands leaving her face. He picked up a lock of the hair she had worked so hard to tame, and looked at it dispassionately. She waited eagerly for him to say something about her appearance, but he only dropped it and turned away.
He pulled out a phial from his robe and set it on the desk.
"Drink it and go to bed."
Hermione didn't move. He was obviously still displeased with her, and she didn't know where he meant for her to sleep, but didn't dare speak up to ask him. Snape sat down in the armchair with a quiet sigh before looking round and realising she hadn't moved.
"What is it, girl? Go on, speak up."
"I… Where do you want me to sleep, master?"
Snape looked confused for a second, before realising what she meant. "The same place you slept last night, stupid girl. Where else did you think you would be sleeping?"
Hermione shook her head silently, having no answer, but inside she was rejoicing. He's not sending me away from him. He still wants me, even if he is still cross with me!
Snape glared at her. "Why are you still here? I told you to go to bed. Get out!"
"Yes Master," Hermione squeaked, and ran across the room to down the potion before hurrying out.
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