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The Coven	By : Deblovesdragon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Please don’t sue. Just playing with the characters.

Must give proper credit to Snapeaholic. She is a wonderful beta and a great sounding board. Thanks Amy!

The Coven

Chapter 7: Approval or Lack Thereof

‘No, no, no, this is not happening!’ Hermione shut her eyes tight, hoping it was just a bad dream. She opened her eyes slowly, seeing her most feared professor still staring down at her.

“I am sorry, Professor Snape. I didn’t see you standing there. Did I hurt you?”

“Hardly, Miss Granger. What are you doing out in the halls at this hour?”

Hermione tried not to look into Professor Snape’s face, fearing he might smell the alcohol on her breath. Her eyes were fixed on the buttons of his thick robes. “Um, I am getting back from a study group. It’s not after curfew, is it sir?”

“No, it is not after curfew,” Snape smirked. “Miss Granger, have you been letting your studies go again? Is that why you feel the need to be in a study group? Why are you not looking at me? Are you hiding something?”

”Oh no, sir!”

Snape sniffed the air, and then he did it again. Hermione countered his sniff with one of her own. ‘Merlin, he smells wonderful.’ She leaned in closer until she was burying her nose in the front of his cloak.

“Miss Granger, what in heaven’s name do you think you are doing?”

“Smelling you, sir. You smell WONDERFUL!,” she said dreamily, then suddenly snapped back to reality. What the hell was she doing? “Oh. Um, sorry sir.”

“Detention, Miss Granger! Be in the dungeons at nine o’clock tomorrow evening.”

She was definitely in trouble now. “Yes sir.”

Snape nodded and stalked away in a flurry of robes.

‘How does he do that? Must be the tailoring.’ She giggled to herself as she realized she was thinking about the aerodynamics of her professor’s clothing.

‘Wait a minute, he didn’t take any house points. Why?’ Hermione asked herself. She simply shrugged. No matter. It was time for bed.

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She was in her bed, tossing and turning and twisting in her sheets. She just co’t get comfortable. There was a light breeze drifting through her room from the open window, and it gently fluttered the curtains. The breeze was surprisingly warm for September, and she sighed, relaxing as its whisper-soft touch trailed over her body. The strokes became stronger, more pronounced, almost felt as if someone was there touching her with wonderfully strong hands. Hermione kept her eyes shut, enjoying the sensations. The caresses started at her feet and then slowly worked up her legs. It moved to her arms and shoulders, down her chest. The movements stopped, and then slowly and gently, they skimmed over her breasts, lightly teasing her nipples. She could feel them harden into taut nubs.

“Oh.” Hermione moaned. It felt so much like hands, it was incredible. It teased her for a moment longer before mg dog down her abdomen. She felt her legs fall open as if some invisible string was pulling them apart. The hands then began to gently glide over her inner thighs.

“Oh please more.” She wanted the hands to move higher up to her core. “You’re so close.” Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She felt as if she could explode if only those fingers would touch her where she wanted it most.

“Please, higher,” she pleaded. There was a low, rumbling chuckle in response. She reached down and grabbed one of the hands. Her eyes snapped open, and she was staring into Severus Snape’s bottomless orbs.

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Hermione sat up in bed, gasping for breath as if she had just ran to class. Her nightgown was hitched up to her waist, and her legs were tangled in her sheets. Her window was firmly shut. Of course it was shut. It was late September in Scotland, not the time of year for warm breezes to be wafting into her room. It had been a dream. She could feel moisture pooled between her legs. She had had dreams of a sexual nature before, but nothing as intense as this.

“What’s happening to me?” she cried. His hands had felt so real. “Crooks. Crookshanks? Kitty, kitty?” Her cat appeared to have abandoned her to prowl the castle. She really needed the company at the moment, but her “Houdini” cas cus currently working his magic elsewhere. ‘How am I ever going to get to sleep now?’ She look at her clock: “3:00 am, you should be asleep,” it read.

Hermione’s temples were throbbing slightly. Some oe eve evening’s alcohol was still wrecking havoc in her system. Hermione got out of bed and gathered her potions supplies, thinking that she should do something to get her mind off the dream. She opened her copy of One Hundred Practical Potions for the Home to page ninety-four where a simple hangover remedy was written. She had never had cause to make it before, but the potion simple enough that Hermione could create it at three in the morning, aroused from a sex dream, and a little hung over. Twenty minutes later, she had five vials stoppered and had drank the sixth. Now it was time to go back to bed. She slept peacefully the rest of the night.

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The next morning, Hermione was awakened by a purring lump on her chest. Crookshanks decided to grace her with his presence, and she considered him a much more pleasant alarm clock than the one on her night stand.

“Oh now you’re here. Where were you last night when I needed you?” The cat just continued to purr contentedly as Hermione picked him up and moved him off of her, earning her a disgruntled glare. “Don’t give me that look, you traitor!”

Hermione ignored the cat while she prepared for her. H. Her upcoming meeting with Professor McGonnagall after dinner kept going through her mind, and she groaned aloud. For a brief, blissful moment, she had forgotten that her detention with Professor Snape was to follow.

‘How am I going to face him after that dream?’ Hermione thought. ‘How can I face him after I SNIFFED him?’ She could feel heat diffusing her cheeks, and she took a moment to compose herself.

“I am now off to face my fate Crooks. Stay out of trouble.” She scratched the ginger cat’s head and left for breakfast.

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Hermione entered the Great Hall and looked around for her coven sisters. Luna was eating quietly at the Ravenclaw table looking none the worse for wear since she hadn’t drunk any alcohol the previous night. Ginny, on the other hand, was staring at her eggs as if they might bite her.

Ron elbowed his sister. “Ginny, what is the matter with you? Are coming down with something?” Ron quickly covered his face with his shirt collar. “Go see Madam Pomfrey if you need some Pepper-up potion or something.”

“Ron, I think I have something that will set Ginny right.” Hermione reached into her book bag and produced one of the vials of hangover remedy that she created earlier.

“Bless you, Hermione,” Ginny quicdrandrank down the bitter liquid. “Ahhhh, that is much better.”

“What was that Hermione?” Ron asked curiously.

“Oh, it was just a vitamin supplement.”

“Can I have some?”

“Well, it’s a women’s supplement. You could possibly grow breasts. I’m not sure, but if you would like to try it and see,” Hermione replied, holding out a vial.

Ron quickly pulled back. “No, that’s okay.”

Ginny began to slowly eat her breakfast. “I think Susan could use one of those.” Ginny said, crooking her head in the direction of the Hufflepuff table.

Hermione looked at Hannah. The blond looked like she felt fine, but Susan was a different story. The girl was wearing dark glasses, and her skin had a sickly, green pallor.

“Oh dear, I had better get this to her now. People will start thinking she’s a frog.” Hermione grinned. She walked over and quietly sat down next to Susan. “Hi Susan,” she whispered. “No offense, but do you feel as bad as you look?”

“Awww, thanks, Hermione. You’re a real pal,” Susan retorted.

“Here, drink this. It will taste bad, but I promise it will stay down.” Hermione handed Susan a vial and watched as she quickly drank it.

“Thank Merlin, you are so great at potions,” Susan smiled. Her color was beginning to return to normal. “I don’t know how I would have survived today without you.” Susan dropped her head to Hermione’s shoulder. She started to sniff a bit. “I felt like death warmed over. Thank you, Hermione.”

“It’s okay Susan,” Hermione patted her head. “Hannah, I assume you are feeling well?”

“I’m fine, Hermione. I didn’t drink that much last night.” Hannah looked at Susan. “Why don’t you try to eat something now, Susan?”

“All right, I’ll try.” Susan tentatively nibbled on her toast. “Now I can face divination this afternoon. If Trelawney had seen me as I looked before, she would have surely been predicting my impending demise. Sadly, I would have agreed. I don’t think I have ever felt worse, not even with the flu.”

Hermione and Hannah laughed. “Since you are feeling better, I will go have some breakfast myself. I’ll talk to you two tomorrow morning and let you know how it went with Professor McGonnagall.”

“Have a good day and thanks again,” Susan said, now completely back to normal.

Hermione walked back to the Gryffindor table, hazarding a glance at the staff table. Professor Snape was looking at her with his customary intense gaze, and it put her ill at ease. Perhaps her professor wanted her to suffer. Perhaps he could tell that she had been drinking last night. Her actions certainly indicated as much. She could feel a blush rise to her cheeks.

She sat down with Ginny and quietly ate, not daring another glance at the head table.

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The day had been exceedingly long for Hermione. Somehow she managed to keep her mind on her classes. History of Magic was dull, but she managed to dutifully take notes. Transfiguration that afternoon was a passable distraction. Professor McGonnagall expected attentiveness from her students, so there was no daydreaming for Hermione. As they transfigured solids to liquid and back again, the transfiguration teacher caught Hermione’s eye, and Hermione nodded in return.

After class ended, she turned to Harry and Ron. “Why don’t I meet you back in the common room? I need to ask Professor McGonnagall a quick question.”

“Okay, Hermione. We’ll see you there,” Harry answered.

Once the class had left, Hermione approached the teacher’s desk. “Professor, are we still meeting after dinner?”

“Yes, Hermione. I am looking forward to it. Why don’t you run along? I will see you in a few hours.”

“All right. Thank you, Professor.” She turned and hurried from the classroom, the smile she was trying to contain spreading over her face.

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Professor McGonnagall looked at Hermione over the twenty odd rolls of parchment that were placed on her desk. Attempting to stifle a chuckle, Minerva McGonnagall smiled at her prized student.

“Well, Miss Granger, it appears you have put as much effort to your research as you do to your school work. Give me a few minutes to comb over all of this. Why don’t you pour us both a cup of tea?”

As Hermione poured the tea and milk, her mentor started to go over the information. There were moon charts, the specifics of the ritual, geographical charts, and the lists of the witches in the coven and potential wizards involved.

After going over it all, Minerva McGonnagall took her first sip of tea. It was cold. “Didn’t really need tea so close to bedtime. Hermione, this is brilliant. Of course, I don’t expect any less from you. Are you ready to show this to the Headmaster?”

“What? Now?” Hermione stammered.

“Yes dear, now. I have discussed your proposal with him, and if I approved, we were to bring your findings to him. No better time than the present.”

“But, Professor McGonnagall, I have detention this evening with Professor Snape.”

“At what time dear?”

“Nine o’clock.” Hermione was relieved that Professor McGonnagall did not as why she had received detention.

“Well, we will make sure that you arrive for your detention on time. Let us make haste to the Headmaster’s office.”

Hermione quickly gathered up her parchments and placed then in her book bag. They hurried to the Headmaster’s office, and she had to walk quickly to keep up with her mentor. Hermione’s head was swimming. ‘We are going to discuss this tonight? It seems so soon,’ she thought.

“Professor, why the urgency?” Hermione started to puff as she attempted to keep up with the taller woman.

Professor McGonnagall slowed her stride. “Sorry, dear. I just get excited when an idea is this good. With all of your research and time, I believe this plan of your is possible. Yes,” McGonagall seemed to be speaking to herself out loud, “It could very well be possible.” She shook herself out of her reverie. “You know Hermione, you remind me of a young version of myself. The same drive, the same passion for your work, your buoyant enthusiasm.”

“Thank you, Professor. That means a lot to me.”

The two arrived at the stone gargoyle guarding Professor Dumbledore’s office. “Pepper Imps,” Professor McGonnagall said clearly. The gargoyle jumped aside and the winding stone staircase appeared, taking them to Dumbledore’s door.

“Come in Minerva, Hermione.” They heard Professor Dumbledore call.

Hermione passed the threshold of the Headmaster’s doorway in awe. It was only the second time she had entered his office, and now she had the time to take it all in. Ancient books in cases lined the walls. Intricate instruments were on every surface, some Hermione did not recognize. She could have spent weeks exploring the mysteries of the Headmaster’s office.

The portraits of the former headmasters and headmistresses looked down at her with obvious curiosity. Normally when Professor Dumbledore had company, they had the courtesy to pretend to sleep. This was going to be a groundbreaking event, and they wanted to observe as much of it as they could.

“Please have a seat, Miss Granger.”

Hermione sat on one of the office’s high back chairs.

“Lemon drop, Miss Granger?”

“No sir, do you possibly have some chocolate?”

Professor Dumbledore smiled at her. Chocolate would soothe her anxiety. Dumbledore rifled in his desk for a moment, then withdrew a box of Swiss chocolates.

“Sir, muggle chocolates? Do they have the same effect as wizard chocolates?”

“Chocolates are chocolates, Miss Granger. Take as many as you need.”

“Sir, could I just hold the box while I am here?”

Professor McGonnagall chuckled as the Headmaster handed Hermione the box. The young woman didn’t hesitate to eat three chocolates. The sweets melted in her mouth, and she felt calmer and more ready to face the questions before her.

“So, Miss Granger, you want to attempt ‘Magicus Exemplum’ with your coven?”

Dumbledore was always one to get to the point quickly. Hermione admired that in the wizard. She reached into the side pocket of her book bag and pulled out a large rolled parchment. She handed it to Dumbledore. “Yes, sir, we do, and here is a summary of the plan.”

Professor McGonnagall choked in surprise. “Why didn’t you give that to me? I had to sift through twenty-three rolls.”

Hermione smiled mischievously. “I knew you would want to read over all of my findings before finalizing this with the Headmaster.” She inclined her head toward Dumbledore. “You are more than welcome to keep them all to study further. I will need them back before the ritual, of course.”

“Miss Granger, what will you do if I decide that this venture is too risky for all involved?”

“Professor, I have been feeling useless in the fight, underutilized. The feeling of helplessness that I have been experiencing is frustrating to say the least. If you decide to forgo this proposal, then my coven will continue. Even if we can’t help the Order and the fight against V-V-Voldemort through the spell, then we can help by being stronger together. I find strength when I am with them, sir. No matter what, the coven will defend those we love.”

Dumbledore considered her for a moment. “Miss Granger, you have my approval.” Hermione beamed. “I will be meeting the wizards on your list. Where is the list, dear?” Hermione searched in her bag, found the parchment, and handed it to the Headmaster. “Oh, I am on it.”

Hermione blushed. “Yes sir. You are the strongest wizard that any of us know. It would be foolish not to have you on our list.”

“Albus, don’t feign false modesty. It really isn’t becoming,” McGonnagall tutted.

“Yes, Minerva dear.” His eyes twinkled at the Deputy Headmistress. A thought suddenly came to Hermione. Were the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress a romantic couple? She remembered how fiercely McGonnagall came to Dumbledore’s defense in her fifth year. In this very office, McGonnagall almost attacked that horrible toad, Delores Umbridge. If they were lovers, how would McGonnagall feel about Dumbledore having sex with a seventeen year-old girl? Hermione knew that she would have to speak to McGonnagall about her concerns another time. “Do you have any questions for me, Miss Granger?”

Hermione snapped back into focus. “Sir, do you think Voldemort knows of the spell, and that the timing is right for it?”

“He may know of the spell. Tom knows of many ancient rituals and spells, but I don’t believe he would be interested in this one if he were aware of it. Tom has never given much credence to what he considers ‘women’s magic’. Before Bellatrix LeStrange, there were no female DeathEaters. In fact, she is the only one. No, Tom doesn’t give the female gender the credit that they deserve. He has always believed wizards to be stronger. It is one of his few weaknesses,” Dumbledore looked at McGonnagall. “Yes, it is extremely narrow-minded of him. To believe that some of the most powerful and ingenious magical folk of all time haven’t been witches is ludicrous.” He looked back to Hermione. “Are there any other questions dear?”

“Well. I was wondering when you would have the names of the five wizards for me? The coven and I are extremely anxious to find out.”

“How were you planning on choosing your partners?”

Partners. Well, that’s one way of putting it. Hermione cleared her throat. “We were going to draw names from a hat, just to be fair.”

“That sounds like an impartial way to decide. I believe that I will have the names for you within the next two weeks. Will that be soon enough?”

“Yes, sir. If I have any more questions, how should I get them to you, sir?”

“Just bring your queries to Professor McGonnagall. She can relay them to me. Don’t come to me directly. We don’t want anyone catching on to your plan.”

“Yes, I will speak to you if necessary,” Hermione said to McGonnagall. “I will tell people that I am working on a project that you are supervising. I can’t imagine that anyone would question that.” Hermione looked at her watch. It read 8:50. “Oh sir, I hate to be abrupt, but I have detention in ten minutes with Professor Snape.”

“Hermione, what did you do?” Professor McGonnagall questioned.

Hermione stammered, “Nothing much, really, I was just out in the halls rather late last night, and I accidentally ran into the professor. Literally ran into him.” She looked chagrined.

“Well, we would hate to keep you from your detention. Have a good evening, Miss Granger.”

Hermione nodded to both professors and hurried to the door. She had almost made it when she realized she still had the Headmaster’s chocolates. She returned the box, grabbing two more, and ran for the door.

‘These may come in handy,’ Hermione thought, pocketing the chocolates.

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Hermione slowed to catch her breath outside of the potions classroom. She summoned her courage and knocked on the door.

“Come in, Miss Granger.”

Hermione entered. “Hello, sir. I hope that I am on time.”

“Yes, Miss Granger. Come in an have a seat.”

Hermione sat at her usual desk and waited. Professor Snape placed three caldrons on her desk, and then walked into the supply closet.

He returned with an armful of ingredients and glass bottles. Hermione couldn’t help but watch the professor’s hands as he separated the ingredients. His hands were pale and thin with long tapered fingers. His nails were short. She wondered how they would feel touching her, if they would feel as good on her skin as those dream hands had.

“Miss Granger.” Hermione startled. “You seem preoccupied of late. Are you sleeping well?” Snape asked, staring down at the girl.

‘Why did he ask me that?’ Hermione gulped. “Um... yes sir. I have been working on a project that Professor McGonnagall is supervising, and I have just been focused on it.”

“Oh really. Well, I must speak to her about that soon. This project of yours should not occupy all of your time. You have your future to think about.”

‘Why is he being so nice to me? This is not like him,’ Hermione thought. Her thoughts were stopped when Professor Snape continued.

“Miss Granger, I want you to brew three vats of Skelegrow this evening. Madam Pomfrey requires them for the infirmary. There are not many students that I would entrust this to, but your ability at potion making has never been in question. I will be in my office if you need any assistance. If not, finish it, place the completed potions into these glass containers, and then you may leave.”

“Yes sir.” Hermione sighed in relief as he walked into his office and closed the door. She wouldn’t have to face him again tonight. Especially not while that dream was so fresh in her mind. She picked up her paring knife to begin, but she realized her hands were shaking. She put down the knife and began to eat her chocolates.

A.N.

review responses:

jkrazed - I like Luna, she’s underutilized in fanfic because she is such an odd duck. Yeah, I thought Ron needed to get laid. It would surely improve his disposition.

WriterLady1031 - I would have liked to be with them when they were looking at the book too. Luna is a very interesting character that should be explored.

rubberduck - I just had to include Neville. He’s like the Rodney Dangerfield of Hogwarts, he gets no respect. Too bad Kamal isn’t at my Hogwarts. I would include him for sure.

Susan - I didn’t include Ernie because I thought there would be other stronger wizards out there. (Like Neville, ha!)

Chalice - Thanks. I don’t know how elegant the sex will be, but the rituals are always nice.

mother - Thanks, I hope that it’s somewhat original.

buttercup - (quaking in my shoes) Yeah, didn’t work up slowly did I? Hopefully I will pull it off.

nesscafe - Luckily, she’s not that drunk. Drunk enough though. (grins)

Wizarding Angel - Thank you very much.

Slashgoddess - Wow, thanks. I hope the sabbats are alright.

amsev - I am going to start sending update notices to WIKTT. If not, I could e-mail you.

J - He doesn’t do enough if you ask me.

moony_reader - Thanks for reading.
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