Good Things Come To Ye Who Try | By : Alarka26 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author’s note: Hello, this is
my first SS/HG Fic,well, that was a lie, I tried
putting this
story Idea I had on here when it was 3 am. But the reviews I got for the story
weren't
very nice, well,I’d like to say first off thanks for the
criticism. I really appreciate it I do.
I'm sorry I don't know
how british people speak, I'm sorry my story idea
suceds, eh I
tried. Hey I'm an author, I had an idea, eh, it
was worth a shot. again sorry for the 'waste
of space' But anyway, here’s an Idea I had for a story, please
try to understand: I’M AN
AUTHOR, I’M TRYING!
Thank you ^_^
Disclaimer: "Tell
me your nightmares Alarka? What is happening?" The
Therapists asks as I'm
laying down on his couch, "Well doctor, I'm running, I'm
always running away from these men with briefcases, their always
chasing me
telling me I have no right, no ownership of Harry Potter, anything
related to it, and
that I cannot go around saying that it is mine." I pause to
hold back the tears,
"They want me to say
that I do not own Harry Potter!" The therapist writes
something in his notes and says, "But Alarka, You don't own
Harry Potter." I sit up
on the couch screaming,
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Summary: It’s the trio’s
7th and final year, Hermonie has had some odd feelings come up
for a certain Potion’s master and decides to act upon them.
WARNING! This is a
Student/Teacher (though
legal age) story. Will also contain a lemon or two, depends on
how into the story I get.
HERMIONE’S POV
I looked into the mirror and I saw myself as
I always did, dull and boring. My bushy hair fell a little bit longer than it
did last year; my face had a little bit too much fullness to what I would
require to be ‘perfect.’
My eyes were nothing special, dull brown, no
exotic shape to them, just big and obviously there. My nose was too small for
my face, just a tad, but still I noticed it. Then my lips were not as full as I
liked them too be, and the rest of my face made them seem too big.
My body, well, what can I say to insult this
part now? It was not like Lavender’s or Pavriti’s. My breasts were a bit too
large (though that might be a good thing). My hips seemed a tad bit too big,
and my arse, Goddess my arse was there. I looked a little closer in the mirror,
looked at it with less strictness, and I saw that my body wasn’t THAT bad.
It was nice, I was slender, but not skinny,
I was full, or as some men might say ‘Veloumpous.’ But one thing I was not was
fat. And that was the one thing that made me happy, I could fit into a size ten
maybe eight jeans and I wouldn’t have to suck in my stomach.
I turned to Ginny, "Are you sure that
this make-over will actually MAKE me over?"
Ginny smiled, "Of course you silly git!
I will inform you that I have made my father look at my mother and ask ‘Who are
you? Do you know that I have a wife?’ Then my mother batted her eyes and
started to flirt with him."
I wrinkled my nose, "Ewwww, Ginny I
don’t want to hear about how your dad and you mum started to flirt with each
other, that’s just disgusting."
Ginny nodded, "I know, but I’m just
telling you my references. Now sit back and let the master work."
As I sat down, I looked into the mirror one
last time and thought ‘Please let this work.’
RON’S POV
Harry and I were waiting for Hermione to get ready
for the train ride to Hogwarts. Last night Hermonie had whispered something to
Ginny and they just ran upstairs. For a minute, Harry and
I thought that the two were ‘hoping the
fence.’
Harry was sort of intrigued while I was
partially disgusted (my sister and Hermione?? If it was some other girl with
Hermione, then I would have been up there asking to join) but after a while we
heard the two girl’s discussing what color best suited her eyes. I realized it
must have to do with something that girls only talk about.
Women, I will never understand them.
A few year’s ago, I had a major crush on
Hermione, but the feelings just were never returned in my point of view, so I sort
of gave up during our 6th year. I still care for her, maybe more than a friend
should, but I decided not to get my hopes up. She was saying last year that she
had a crush on someone, but she never told us.
I asked her if it was one of us, but she said
no, she said, ‘he was a little bit more mature.’ Viktor Krum popped in my mind,
but before I could say anything, she said it wasn’t him. I sighed in relief but
I felt sad because it wasn’t me.
I’ve been dating girls to try to get over
her, and my progress is excellent, I’m currently seeing a girl who is hands
down the best girl I have ever dated. She transferred here from Israel and her
name is Celiac, she is gorgeous and is fun and smart. She intrigues me and also
loves quidditch.
I still can’t forget the way I felt about
Hermione (Felt? Wow I really am making progress) but the feelings have turned
more towards brotherly. She and I have been better friends now more than we have
ever been. I wouldn’t want to change that, so I’m letting old feelings die. Though they are dieing really hard.
I turned to Harry, "When will these
girls’s ever get ready on time?"
Harry gave me a smirk, "What Gin is
doing to her, and I bet that neither of them will ever be on time again."
I laughed. Harry had really changed over the
past few month’s. Contrary to everyone’s belief, Voldemort had attacked the
school last year, a month before school got out. It was a bloody showdown
between us.
Now, the prophecy had said that it was Harry
who was supposed to defeat Voldemort, but what Dumbledore had failed to
remember, was that in the prophecy, both Hermonie and I were also supposed to
be there. The power of the love that we all shared with each other was what
killed him. Hermione and I had been right by his side as he cast the curse that
they came up with to finally defeat him.
It was a glorious day and everyone was
celebrating. Except for Harry. Harry retreated to his
dorms to sit and think about what he would do with his life now that his
purpose was complete. He almost decided to kill himself with no purpose left,
and that is how Ginny found him.
She saw him with the potion he had and
stopped him from taking it. She reviled that he was indeed need, needed by her.
She loved him more than anything and she didn’t want him to end his life when
he had someone who would kill themselves if he did.
Harry and Ginny started to go out after
that, much to my surprise. All Hermione could say was, it’s about time.
I looked up the stairs to see Hermione
emerge from the room, and all I could do was leave my mouth hanging open. Her
hair was straight and smooth; it looked like a pool of brownish gold.
I never noticed her hair color to be so
light but now it was very visible. Her eyes had a perfect amount of make-up to
them to make them look so innocent, and yet, so seductive. Her lips had a dark,
almost red pink on them with lip gloss on them.
Now her clothes were something I never
expected Hermonie to wear. She wore skin tight jeans that clung to her hips,
which she swayed when she was walking down the stairs. The shirt was a black
pleasant style T-shirt that had baggy long sleeves, but clung to her stomach
and chest.
It cut low to show off the tops of her
breasts in a conservative, but still arousing way. Sure he knew that Hermione
had ‘matured,’ but he never noticed how much she had. She walked down the
stairs in front of the boys and stood there, as if waiting for their approval.
"Well…. What do you think?" She
asked turning around to give them a view.
I was speechless. Damn it! She looked so
tempting, but then an image of Celiac came into my mind and I realized that
Hermonie looked ravishing, but I liked Celiac for more than that. I found my
words.
"You look absolutely beautiful
Hermione." I said as I walked up to her and kissed her cheek.
She blushed, "Thanks Ron, I can always
count on you to say something wonderful."
Harry looked at her, then to Ginny, not sure
if he complimented her he might get a beating. Seeing the approval, it was his
turn.
"Ron’s right, this is a big surprise
though, who would have ever thought that you would start your 7th year like
this?"
Hermione playfully hit him while Ginny was
laughing, I started to laugh, and we left for the train.
SEVERUS’S POV
"Bloody hell." I muttered to myself as I looked over the list of students
in my University Advanced Potions. And of course the only two people who were
on it was Draco Malfoy, who I didn’t mind, since in fact that I was his
Godfather. But Granger was on there. I let out a small moan of displeasure when
I saw her name. This girl had been the source of my troubles for a few months.
I saw her at the leaving feast last year and I knew right then that she was
going to be something that I could not take my mind off of.
She came in walking briskly and more
confident than I had ever seen in a student. Though she didn’t radiate with
beauty (though she could with a little more time and effort) I saw her for what
she was, a women. After the battle it seemed that she became less of an
annoying know-it-all Gryffindor, and she became an intelligent woman. I knew it
was forbidden for a teacher student relationship, but I knew she was of legal
age. So that didn’t keep my mind from wondering from time to time.
I knew that the girl could never in fact see
me a someone desirable to be with, so I just let my
feelings be what they were, feelings. This year was going to be difficult for
the fact that I was going to have to be with her more than two hours a day. It
would be a challenge, yes in fact, but I was willing to work through it. I had
dealt with a lot more than a hormonal crush during the past 15 years.
Being 35 and lusting after an
eighteen-year-old was something that almost embarrassed me. I was still a cold
heartless bastard don’t get me wrong, (Bloody proud of it as well) but
everything seemed to be different ever since I realized I did in fact have some
sort of feelings for Herm-Miss Granger.
I held my appearance more to a standard, my
hair no longer greasy was indeed soft and manageable. I worked out more than I
usually did, and I gained results a lot quicker. I haven’t looked this good in
about 15 years. I wonder why that is? I thought about my past relationships,
there weren’t many.
Only about 15…………
OK, try 10………………
ALRIGHT! Exactly three. I
never considered the women Voldemort forced me upon to be women I was actually
seeing, though most Death Eaters did. No, I just couldn’t find it in myself to
reply to someone when they asked if I was seeing someone, ‘I was, but then I
had to rape and kill her, such a shame, she was really good looking too.’
Longbottom was no where to be seen on any
lisits so there was nothing to worry about. I let out a sigh of relief, just as
he door to my private studies opened. ‘Do the gods hate me? Or is it just my
natural luck?’ I thought to myself.
There stood Albus Dumbledore in all of his bloody
glory, and with what else on his face? A BLOODY SMILE! What was wrong with this
man I did not know. As my mother had always said, ‘If
someone is smiling all the time, there isn’t anyone at the controls.’ How
true you were mother.
" Severus, my dear boy, I am glad I caught you at this time."
Albus said with a toothy smile.
I looked him straight in the eye and gave him my
coldest glare I could muster at the moment (for thoughts of Hermione ((yes I
will finally say her first name)) were still lingering around like a temptress
in my head).
I leaned back in my chair, "What do I
owe the privilege sir?" I said using a very heavy tone of sarcasm. If he
was going to walk into my quarters and ask me for a favor, then I should at
least give him the worst time he could possibly have.
He smiled at me, the kind sweet smile you
give to a child before you tell them that they have to finish their vegetables
before they eat dessert, " Severus I know that
you never like to be seen the first night of school, except for the Welcoming
Feast. But Hagrid has been ‘delayed’ in France,"
Count to ten Severus, then maybe you won’t
have the urge to kill him.
"We need you,
1…2….3
To go escort,
4…5…6
The students in,
7…8…9
With the head boy,
10. There, that calmed me down.
And girl."
WHAT! No way in hell was I going to
go down there with Hermione and Draco. On a side note; Albus gave the postion
to the girl, and what didn’t surprise me at all was that he gave it to Draco as
well. Draco wasn’t as evil as he had pretended to be during the first five
years, he just did hat because his father had spies in the school making sure
that his son was doing everything that he wanted him to do, and not screw up.
So Draco had to put on a front. As soon as
his father was put in Azkaban, he made ammenze with the amzing trio. Sure he
was shunned by the rest of his fellow Slytherians, but at least he was content
knowing that he wasn’t living a lie for the rest of his life. But what was I at
again? Oh yes, Draco knew of my feelings towards Hermione (he found out when he
was living with me for a little bit and he walked into my room, I was currently
having a dream about beds, baths, and beyond, and being the sleep talker that I
am, moaned her name out loud. That sent him into a burst of laughter, and I
immediately woke up. Quite embarrassing if you ask me) and he would never live
me down on it.
If I knew my godson, Hermione already was
hinted about my liking her a little bit more than a teacher should. I can see
her now, coming into the Great Hall screaming and accusing me of being a
pervert. Ah, if only to have died young.
I stood up and walked over to Albus,
"Why do you have to choose me? Couldn’t Minerva or maybe even Flitwick do
it?" I pleaded
"I’m sorry Severus,
you know that Minerva and Flitwick can’t. They have to set up the Great Hall.
You’re the only teacher who does not do anything to make the students feel
welcomed ever," There was that glint to his eyes.
Where’s my quill, I’m going to poke his
glinting eyes out.
"So we all decided that you should be
the one who replaces Hagrid this year."
I went over to my pitcher of Scotch. Wizard
drinks have their quality, but muggle drinks get you smashed much faster. And
the way things were going right now, I needed that Scotch. As I gulped down my
second glass, I finally offered Albus some, feeling I should give him the glass
I sometimes put poison in just in case I had an encounter with Lucius ever.
He declined, "
Severus you know I don’t touch Scotch, maybe Brandy, but not Scotch. So
will you be down at the carriages?"
I sighed, I knew this wasn’t going to get me
anywhere; I was stuck, trapped like a lab rat who knows he has to test more
potions. Merlin save the school when I get back.
I poured one last glass of Scotch and nodded
my head, "I will do this Albus, but mark my word; you will not get me to
go so easily on anything else in the future."
Albus nodded, but smiled at the same time,
"I understand, see you at 7!"
And with that, he was out the door. I looked
at the door, gulped the Scotch, and threw the glass into the fire. This was
going to be a long night.
Author’s note: OK, now
that I’m done with that chapter, I hope that everyone likes
it! Please Review! I’d like that a lot! Please be kind though,
Flames are accepted,
but not reccomendedThanx~!
Alarka
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