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All My Agony Fades Away	By : astartelydianna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5365 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nine

The class lined up outside the potions classroom chattering speculatively, it was their second class on sex education and it was with Professor Snape, needless to say everyone appeared to be torn between humour and horror. Hermione wasn’t quite so badly affected by the surprise, not after the events of Saturday where they had come across her problem.

“You know he probably hasn’t even had sex.” Ron murmured to Dean. “I mean who would do it with him?”

“Ron! You should know by now that he’ll be along any moment to hear whatever you’re talking about and punish you for it! How about you finally realise that and keep your thoughts to yourself!” Hermione hissed at him. She couldn’t help but think back to her problem potion knowing for a fact that Professor Snape had indeed had sex at least once.

“She has a point; he does always seem to hear us. We’re already losing to Ravenclaw this year we could do without losing any extra points.” Harry agreed. “We should save it for when we’re not being listened to.”

“How correct you all are.” A voice came from behind them. “Into the classroom, take a seat and sit in silence!”

“See.” Hermione shrugged as they headed into the classroom.

“No one likes a know-it-all Miss Granger, you may be a member of staff but silence does apply to you also while in this classroom.” He told her as he swept past them all to the front of the room. It was times like this that she was grateful she couldn’t lose any house points. “Now, I’m sure by now you have all realised that this will be your second lesson related to sexual intercourse however before you all start your incessant babbling I would like to inform you that this lesson is directly related to potions. We will be covering the potions and charms used to prevent the unwanted conception of more dunderhead spawn.”

All of the interest and excitement seemed to deflate from the room as the class sat at listened to him speak. All except for Hermione who was curious to find that his voice discussing the topic of sex, even in the most technical terms was somewhat erotic...that was surprising...

“You all will have been told and will continue to be told that the only way to prevent the spread of potential disease as well as procreation is in the form of a Dragonskin, however the most common method of contraception used by wizards and witches is the Obice potion. This is the witches’ variation of the potion which is most commonly used, there are other variants on this potion although most witches use the standard weekly potion to regulate the reproductive cycle and prevent conception. There is also a charm that can be placed on the witch prior to intercourse which you will be shown in your next lesson; however this method is the least reliable. There is also another potion; the Duratus potion is for wizard’s to use prior to intercourse but must be taken at least thirty minutes prior and only lasts for between twenty-four and thirty-six hours so this is less commonly used.” He continued. Hermione found herself wondering about which method of contraception she would prefer; she knew that the Obice potion contained nightshade which she was allergic to so taking it would more than likely make her ill. So she raised her hand. “What a surprise; yes Miss Granger?”

“Do all the variants on the Obice potion use nightshade?” she asked.

“Most, but not all. As a potions apprentice Miss Granger, if you feel that you need to have a breakdown of every ingredient in every potion then perhaps wait until your own potions lesson. I’m sure the class would like to at least get one potion brewed today.” He replied. After he spoke some more he handed out two piles of parchment, one for the wizard version and the other for the witch version. “Begin.”

Hermione gathered her equipment and returned to her desk to check the ingredients list when she realised that Professor Snape who had already begun stalking the room was stood at her station. He placed a piece of parchment on her desk. Hermione looked at it, taking in the handwriting she could tell that he had written it by hand but it was dry so it wasn’t something that he had written today.

“Try this.” He told her before smirking. “For when you do decide that you need it of course.”

Hermione felt the heat rising to her face at his comment but dared herself to look him in the eye, he actually looked more amused than anything...was he teasing her?! She shook her head in disbelief and focused on her potion.

“Place your labelled vials in the rack on my desk now please and clear your stations.” Professor Snape called out forty minutes later. Everyone did as instructed and returned to their seats, itching to be dismissed. They weren’t quite that lucky yet. “There are other potions relevant to the subject at hand, none of which will be brewed today or hopefully by any of you on Hogwarts grounds. I’m sure you are all familiar with the well known lust and love potions used to make a person attracted to another so I’m sure you’ll agree that discussing them is a waste of time. Besides those for a wizard there are two main draughts that you may come across; the inflation and deflation draughts...I am certain the many of you could do with a good deflating draught to cool your ardour so that I do not have to catch you hiding in corridors and classrooms after dark.” There were a few sniggers at that but no one dared to actually laugh aloud or comment. “For witches there are potions and salves to aid arousal, to lubricate and to heal. Yes Mr Finnegan?”

“Doesn’t a lust potion pretty much to the same thing?” he asked.

“I suppose it has many of the same results, however the intent is different. Potions to aid arousal usually means nothing more than heightening ones senses so that they will be more receptive to the stimuli around them. Most lust and love potions are either illegal or frowned upon because they actually affect the will of the person consuming them, giving a witch a lust potion can be seen as a worse crime than rape Mr Finnegan, does that answer your question?” he replied coldly, the boy visibly swallowed and nodded.

Everyone seemed very eager to leave the classroom upon their dismissal; Hermione however loitered and headed over to Snape’s desk knowing that after the fifteen minute morning break it would be second year double potions.

“Did you create that potion?” she asked, watching him preparing the classroom for the next class.

“I did.” He confirmed. “I trust your question was more curiosity than as an indication that you plan on sacrificing your virtue in the name of your potions degree?”

“I did contemplate that but no Sir I wasn’t planning on losing my virginity just so that I could pass my degree, not at the moment anyway.” She replied, surprised at how easily she was able to speak of it. Then again she supposed that after a class based on sex it didn’t sound so out of place. “When you mentioned the variables I just had a thought was all, I’m allergic to the usual Obice potion.”

“You know this for certain?” he asked curiously, again she was surprised at the ease of the conversation but she realised that he wasn’t even thinking of it in terms of sex...she could see his brain working so his interest was purely academic.

“I was um...offered it for other reasons but it didn’t agree with me.” She replied awkwardly. Madam Pomfrey had suggested that she take it to help with her heavy periods, but she didn’t feel the need to elaborate.

“You’re allergic to nightshade.” He murmured. “That’s very unusual...I’ve only ever seen it once before which is why I tried to create a variant that didn’t use nightshade in the first place.”

“Yes Madam Pomfrey did say it was unusual and that she’d only seen it once or twice before. She said that my magic reacts badly with it and tries to fight it off like an infection and therefore if I ever wanted to use the potion as a form on contraception that it wouldn’t work.” Hermione explained. “I did assure her that I had no need for it at the time, she was so concerned she nearly had me taking a pregnancy test until I explained how serious I was.”

“The variant potion won’t do anything for your other problem, it’s just a contraceptive.” He told her. “It would be some interesting to know why your magic reacts that way to it...I tried to convince Molly to be an experiment for me before but she didn’t seem impressed by the idea.”

“Mrs Weasley?” she asked in surprise.

“How do you think she ended up with so many children?” he smirked. “The potion didn’t work and because it’s not a common problem no one even realised it could have been due to an allergic reaction to one of the ingredients. When I overheard the problem in conversation once I decided to investigate and created the variant which was fortunately successful.”

“So allergies aren’t common for witches and wizards?” she asked thoughtfully.

“No, not common at all.” He replied. “Strictly speaking it’s still not an allergy, it isn’t your body’s immune system or anything that is causing a problem it’s your magic. Perhaps an experiment for after the summer?”

“You want to experiment on me?” she frowned.

“Don’t you think that it would look rather spectacular on your potions coursework if you were to work on something completely original?” he asked raising a brow.

“I’ll concede your point I suppose.” She smiled. “What are they doing today?” She gestured to the class now lining up outside at the doorway.

“Burn Salve.” He replied. “You are going to lead the class today; I am going to put together the third year test.”

“I what?!” she asked, turning to stare at him with wide eyes.

“You heard me.” He repeated, marching over to the doorway. “I expect you all in your seats facing forward and in total silence ready to pay attention in the next fifteen seconds.” With that he spun on heel and strode into his office his robes billowing after him and the door slamming loudly.

Hermione gaped at the office door...he had left her? Was he even allowed to just leave the students under her supervision? The students looked as confused as she did, their gazes flicking between her and Professor Snape’s office door nervously.

Hermione stared down at the open potions class book on the desk at then looked back up at the class. Alright...she could do this...she hoped.

“Turn to page eighty-six of your books please.” She spoke up. The class did so but she noticed them beginning to chatter quietly among themselves, she made a point of ignoring that for the moment because they were bound to be as confused as she was. “Today you will be working on a basic burn salve; does anyone here know anything about it?” No one raised a hand instead the students began to chatter among themselves even more. Losing her temper a little at their lack of respect she raised her voice. “I take that to mean that none of you know about it; which means it would be more productive of you to actually listen!” Stunned silence followed and one hand rose.

“Excuse me but you are Hermione Granger aren’t you?” one girl asked.

“For the purposes of the classroom you should address me as Miss Granger but that is correct.” She replied.

“Where’s Professor Snape?” a boy asked.

“Busy, in his office.” She replied bluntly. “Is that a good enough answer for you or would you like to go and ask him yourself?”

“No Miss.” The boy replied quickly shaking his head.

“Right so now that your momentary lapse in behaviour has passed let us continue with the lesson.” She smiled. She began to explain the burn salve uses and properties as well as the ingredients and brewing process. “Now, if the left half of the room could go and collect their equipment first the right side of the room may go and retrieve their ingredients.” The class did so and once they had returned to their desks she told them to swap. Once every table had both equipment and ingredients she told them to begin.

The lesson seemed to go quite quickly after that with admittedly some poor attempts at the potion but no catastrophes. When they began to chatter she told them to be quiet and concentrate or she would immediately deem their work a failure and send them to Professor Snape’s office to explain why they had failed today’s lesson.

When it was approaching time to pack up she had the class split in half again, half to return the equipment and half to label their jars of valve and bring them to the front.

She glanced at the clock and when she realised that it was two minutes after dismissal time she assumed that Professor Snape would not be returning to dismiss the class so she dismissed them. She breathed a sigh of relief once the last student had left the class and turned to look over the students work only to let out a yelp of surprise as she spun to face the dark Professor.

“God I really don’t know how you do that.” She gasped.

“Teach a class?” he enquired.

“No not that, I imagine that just takes practise I mean creeping up on people so silently – I didn’t even hear you open your office door. Did you do that smoke thing again?” She clarified.

“No.” He replied bluntly. “I am surprised Miss Granger, you actually did an acceptable job for your first attempt...although you will not always be able to threaten your students with sending them into my office.” He told her honestly glancing at the jars of burn slave on the desk.

“I don’t see why I can’t just threaten them with you anyway...Professor or not you are pretty terrifying to students...and most adults also.” She grinned. “You didn’t have to throw me right in at the deep end though.”

“Really?” he asked. “Why ever not? I must admit I was expecting you to be banging on the office door within fifteen minutes.”

“I thought you might have expected that so I decided that whether it all went to hell or not I wouldn’t knock on your door...unless there was an explosion or something I suppose...” she replied.

“I would have interrupted if you had so little control over the class that the students were in danger. I charmed the door one way; I could see and hear the entire thing.” He smirked.

“Slytherin.” She mumbled.

Author's Note: I'd just like to thank all of those that have reviewed this so far and just mention something in response to a few comments from this and my other stories at the moment. My work isn't beta'd, there will be mistakes, some typos, some mistakes because I didn't realise them and some just because I don't know any better. I'm sorry for that but I'm not a writer, I don't get paid for it. I do this because I want to, because it gives me a little time out from my hectic life juggling kids and work. I finished school at 16 and that was it I do not have any other qualifications so I am not an English or grammar expert. Not only that but my writing can be rushed because it's usually done in an odd 10-15mins here and there when I have time. I'm sure there are many other mum's out there who know what it's like trying to find time to yourself with a toddler and a baby while working from home. Anyway, I hope that my writing will improve over time but since I hope it's not bad enough to make my stories unreadable that you will continue to come back and read more :)
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