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The New Life	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: well, here I am again! Don't have much to say so I guess we'll just get on with the story, yeah? Enjoy!

7. Midnight Encounters

Three hours and a bottle and a half of whiskey later has me down in the dungeons, pouring over my research and trying to catalog my inventory. Though one of the private labs is still my own, and one is now Granger’s, we never divided up the supply closet. I had decided it might be time for that.

Working in my lab always gives me a sense of peace, it calms me, my thoughts, and I came down under the pretense of checking up on our potion, but after seeing the mess in the closet, I stayed. That’s what you get for sharing.

I am making a list of everything which needs to be replaced, every ingredient I’ve run out of, or more likely, the idiotic girl finished them and didn’t tell me. The list is getting quite long. Looking over it, I think I’m going to have to make a weekend of it.

Granger hasn’t returned from her blasted date yet, so I take the liberty of letting myself into her office. I need some books, a few pieces of parchment and a quill, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to walk all the way up to my chambers and back down again for that.

I open the door and wave a hand to light the sconces in the room. Their light bathes the office in a soft golden glow, illuminating the furniture. One glance around the interior of the room stops me cold. It hasn’t changed.

I have seen the classroom, and though it still looks pretty much the same, I know everything which I used to have in it has been replaced. Everything is new. In here, the only things she replaced were the things I took with me, my books and some of the jars with severed heads and pickled ferrets in them. I didn’t take all of them, because I had most just to freak out my students. I only took the ones which could actually be used as ingredients. She kept the ones I didn’t take. Let’s just see if she keeps her things in the same place as well.

Walking over to the desk, I marvel at the books she owns. Not all of my old shelves are laden like they had been with my collection, but she’s not far behind, and some of the books she owns are rare volumes I myself have spent years to procure. At her young age, this collection is outstanding.

I pull the drawers open and am pleasantly surprised to find she keeps everything in the same places as I do. I pull out a small stack of parchment and take the quill out of its stand. Looking down at the desk, I can’t resist sitting down for just a moment.

A few hours on, I’m still scribbling on the parchment, making an itinerary of sorts. The fastest way to get my ingredients together. I am afraid I’m not going to get it all in one weekend.

The footsteps in the hallway are lost on me. I’m so focused on not blowing up about half of my stock gone missing, that I’m completely shut off from what’s happening around me. I’m afraid even if the Dark Lord and Albus materialized in their underwear and danced the tango in front of me, I wouldn’t have noticed. Maybe the alcohol had a little to do with that as well.

“I need an Abath horn…” I muttered. “That’s in Malaysia. So I can go there after getting the nail of a bake-neko… in Japan of course. And that’s after getting the tuft of fur from the Anarok in Russia…”

I can hear a mumbling in the corridor, but I ignore it. I can’t get distracted now.

“I need to go to Greece for the hair of the Auloniad, and to Egypt for the tears of Bennu…”

A door creaks nearby, but it doesn’t matter.

“And a culture of an Adze wing. And a hair of the Afanc, but I need a maiden for that. Where am I going to get a maiden?”

“What are you doing here?” I look up. Ah, Granger’s home. She’s standing in the doorway, her arms crossed across her chest, the silk dress shirt wrinkling around her elbows. Weasley is standing behind her, an amused smile gracing his annoyingly handsome face. Looking back at Granger, a thought strikes me.

“Are you a maiden?”

She flushes. “A.. A maiden?”

“Yes Granger, a maiden. Did I stutter?” I direct the question at Weasley, and he just smiles some more while he shakes his head. Granger however, has just turned purple.

“I know what you mean, Severus. And it’s none of your business. Now, what are you doing in my office?”

I push myself out of her chair, grabbing one of the sheets of parchment in the process and stalk her way. Half the way there, I freeze.

I look her over once more, and notice the incredibly short skirt she’s wearing. And the knee-high boots. I raise one of my eyebrows.

“That’s not what you were wearing when you left.”

Weasley pushes himself away from the doorpost he was leaning against, and throws his arms around Granger. I glare at him a little.

“I think that’s my queue to leave. Bye Hermione.” He releases her and nods at me. “Severus.” And he’s off. Good boy.

She looks after him for a moment, and then turns back to me. Her eyes are flaring with rage, though I’m not entirely sure what I’ve done. It wasn’t what she had been wearing, was it?

“Since when is my attire any concern of yours?” She hisses.

I shrug. “It’s not, it was merely an observation.”

Her eyes narrow dangerously, and I’m glad she’s one of the good guys.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, and you better answer me, Severus. What are you doing in my office?”

I close the gap between us and shove the parchment into her hands.

“That’s why, Hermione.” I stalk back to my (her, whatever) desk and sit back down. Within moments I am once again completely emerged in my work. The maps I have summoned from my own office lay in front of me, and once again I start mapping out my route for gathering my ingredients.

“I was going to get you everything back you know.” She murmurs. I glance up. She has taken one of the chairs in front of me.

“Do you know how hard it is to get most of these things?” I ask her. She looks embarrassed. Good. She nods.

“But I asked you a question. Are you or are you not?”

She looks up at me, her eyes burning with something I cannot identify.

Without warning, she jumps up, turning a lovely shade of purple, and stalks back towards the door. “No, I’m not.”

She slams the door shut behind her, and I stare at it for a few moments. Now what did I do? Ah well, it just means I’ll have to find someone else. I shrug and turn back to my parchments and maps.

A/N: Well, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it^^ About the creatures I have mentioned and will mention further along, check Wikipedia... It's all there.. XD Though I don't follow the legends/folklore/whatever entirely in some cases, but let's just chuck that up to creative writing, k? I would like to once again remind you all that reviews are my fuel and they make me happy. Well, that's it for me...Until next time!
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