08/29/2014 11:05 PM  Devil May Cry (Chapter 1) Current mood:  cranky He looked different somehow. Nothing had changed in his appearance that she could tell, but he looked different. She hadn't seen him in over a year. His hair was still black and stringy, his complexion sallow. He wore the same black robes and dark scowl.  She realized with a harsh nod from her teacher that she'd neglectefto continue stirring her potion and was now left with a rather messy-looking goo, rather than the silvery blue syrup it was meant to be. She cast it aside with disgust and began again, deciding to scrub the soiled cauldron later when it had cooled.  She looked up again at Professor Snape, who had begun a conversation with her teacher. They spoke low, so she couldn't hear them, but she thought maybe a potion was being discussed.  He looked at her then. And she noticed that he was in fact paler. There were purple bruises under his eyes, and his scowl wasn't as strong as it used to be.  Her teacher leftthen without a word, leaving them alone in a silence so thick it couldn't be cut with a knife. For a while, they simply stared at each other, and then he averted his eyes, obviously annoyed. Or was that embarrassed?  Hermione couldn't tell.  "There must be something amiss in my appearance, Granger. I know you wouldn't be staring so rudely otherwise." His eyes met hers again, dark and cold. Had he always looked so exhausted?  "No, sir." She said quickly and bussied herself by plucking the wings and legs off three common American cockroaches. He regarded her with a little more interest than she was comfortable with.  "Granger. You could have had your apprenticeship with anyone," the word 'me' hung between them like a dead rat, "why Grandeville?"  She shrugged.  "I didn't think anyone else would be interested in having me." She added a brick to the rat and could here the metaphorical thud.  He gave her a hard glare.  "You know what they say about assumptions, Miss Granger. You never even sent in a request." Hermione put the beetles down.  "Like I said. I didn't think you'd be interested. After the war--" "Do not speak about the war." His voice was acid and she heard her own intake of breath at his tone.  "Granger, as someone who in the past has proven even the appearance of talent in Potions, you are holding yourself back." His eyes were dark with something she'd never seen from him before.  Disappointment.  "Is everything quite alright here?" Hermione jumped. Grandeville's arms were filled with various potions ingrediants. "Hermione, why have you not begun your potion again?" "I believe Miss Granger is having a change of heart in her apprenticeship," Severus said, holding Hermione's eyes. She glared at him. "I think it may be a good idea if I were to relieve you of her. Afterall, I have a far better awareness of her abilities." He dug through his pockets while the older man was still trying to find words for this abruptness. Snape paid for his ingrediants and with wand shrunk them to fit in his pocket. He turned back to Hermione and held his hand out to her. Slowly, she walked to him. His hand pressed into her lower back and she fought the urge to squirm.  They'd left the store before Grandeville had even had a chance to respond, and when they were outside, Snale pulled her roughly against him and Apparated.  0 Comments  Report Post

08/29/2014 05:51 PM  Devil May Cry (Chapter 2) Current mood:  bored She waited until their feet hit solid ground before she pushed him away gruffly, realizing just what had happened. Had he used Imperius on her? She'd kill him. She looked up into his hard glare. She'd walked out on her apprenticeship!  "What the hell!" Hermione was surprised by her own tone of voice. He simply raised an eyebrow and stared down his hawk-like nose.  "Do you want to succeed, Granger? I promise you, you would be held back staying there." She snorted, irritated. Since when had anyone held Snape in such high regard? Sure, he'd recieved an Order of Merlin, 2nd Class after the war. That didn't make him any more likeable.  "Do what you will," he continued sharply, "but someone as brilliant," the word dripped with sarcasm, "as you should know the importance of a good education. And that's what you want, isn't it, Miss Granger? A good education?" She was torn. Of course her education was important to her. But what if Grandeville spread slander about the apprentice that walked out on him? However, Snape was the best potioneer there was, according to her research. She looked up at him, chewing her lip nervously, and nodded curtly.  "You're right," she hated to admit it. His smirk caught her off guard and he motioned her up to Hogwarts Castle.  --- His quarters were bigger than she expected, with several rooms and walls covered by full bookshelves.  "Your room will be this way," His hand was on her back again, steering her away from the books and toward an open door to a smallish bedroom. It had a bed and a dresser. Simple, yet comfortable looking enough that Hermione couldn't complain.  "My things are back at the Grandeville Estate." She turned back to look at him. He nodded and crossed to a table in his sitting room where he scribbled something on a small piece of parchment and sent it through the Floo. She watched from the doorway in confusion.  "It will be here before the morning." He said simply. She nodded.  It was only 3:07 in the afternoon, but Hermione was exhausted. He considered her from the sitting room.  "You've not been sleeping." His comment was short and curt, but the concern in the words were not missed. "Was Grandeville aware of this?"  "Neither have you." Hermione said, inclining her head toward him, "And it's none of his--or your--business." She didn't miss the flash of frustration that crossed his face.  "As a matter of fact, it is," he said. His voice was lowered to barely above a whisper and he strode toward her. "Fatigue causes accidents in the laboratory, which causes a dangerous work area for you and your partner. Curious," he cocked his head, only a foot away from her, "I would have thought someone as smart as you would have known that." She blushed and lowered her face.  "What's the excuse, then? Nightmares?" "What's yours?" She snapped back, meeting his eyes again. "Your bruises are deeper than mine, Professor. What danger are you?" He sneered at her.  "We'll be sure to find soon enough." He said softly. But Hermione wasn't sure who he meant.  0 Comments  Report Post

08/13/2014 10:28 PM  The Rules Of The Game. (Please Read And Sign.) Current mood:  imaginative 1. Please send me more than just a few sentences or a one-liner. There's not much to go off of. I would appreciate something to work with. 2. Spelling and grammar are definitely a requirement. I will not reply to ill-written comments, text-speak, etc... 3. I role play ages 17+ with Hermione. And no, I don't owe you anything by being a female. Just because you're a guy doesn't mean that we'll automatically be intimate. And if I don't like you, please respect that. 4. I know it's been said over and over again. Please no drama. I'm here to have fun, as so should you be. Nothing should be taken to heart. 5. I would prefer to role play a romantic relationship with Snape, but should I meet someone else worthy of the wonder that is Hermione, that could change. 6. Again, HAVE FUN. That's why we're here. 6 Comments  Report Post

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