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Home sweet home: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Everyday

Snape The scandal! Rita Kimkorn

few days ago, we have gathered to greet the castaways of the cruise ship Rowena, but the reunion has been overshadowed by a scandal unequal proportions. The otherwise unremarkable Severus Snape, who many probably know from his time as a teacher at the venerable Hogwarts school out, apparently for some time a double life. Since it is not his life as a successful potions master with his adorable wife filed April, he married his former Schoolgirl Hermione Granger, who notes in passing, might as well be his daughter and led a second life with her.
No one knows how long this farce going on already, but it is a sign of tremendous audacity to appear here with her and to say that he had forgotten his wife April easy.
will of course stay tuned to the story and I continue to report to them.



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Severus crumpled up the page of the Daily Prophet with Rita Kimkorns items and threw them into the burning fireplace. She had actually done it with this sensational story on the front page and as if that were not enough, her words were also accompanied by a photo. He and Hermione together with Eileen on the arm with a terrified, pale faces and next April, at least as pale, but not out of fear, a lot more out of anger.

He threw what was left over from the Daily Prophet, a large pile of old newspapers and went to the fireplace on which stood a bottle of old Scotch, which he poured himself a glass. For a while he left the circle in the glass of whiskey until he was interrupted by a knock on the window pane. A brown owl sitting on the windowsill and pushed her beak against the glass, so he drank the glass in one go and opened the window. The owl flew into

and landed on the back of a chair, where she remained silent, waiting for someone that you the news of her leg band and rewarded them with a Eulenkeks, then they flew away again just as quickly. Severus opened the letter, his eyes flew over the closely written lines of the order of a certain Stanley Bricks. He folded the letter back together and went up to his lab where he laid him on the other orders. In the past week and a half, the they were already back, he had already received 21 orders, and these were only those who had reached the new address. Even if he had found it inconceivable in their own time to leave Hogwarts, but it corresponded entirely of its kind and the other Severus he was obviously not so dissimilar.

to make itself a self-watering masterpieces, has always been his wish, but the war had made this impossible. Here was no trace of the war. Had it never existed? No, Voldemort most people was definitely a household name. So the war was already over, or had Voldemort's return not yet taken place?

still in his mind he had already taken out all the ingredients and began to cut them small and to work out the first orders. The house in Spinner's End, he had only reluctantly given up, but just as it seemed, that was April's house and the last thing he wanted was another public scandal.

In the meantime, Hermione was at the house of her parents arrived. They had bought a modern of these strollers, from Eileen she beamed as she looked through her purse for the key to her parents' house, but not a minute later, her mother was already on the door.

"Hi Mom," said Hermione and pulled her hand back out of her purse. "Hello darling, I see you standing outside the door," said her mother, and she concluded in her arms before she bent down to Eileen and greeted her granddaughter with a kiss on the forehead.

"Come in," she said and pushed the stroller into the living room already, "Your father is with Rufus playing golf."

"Well, little mouse," said she heard her mother, we certainly would ; Eileen while she moved out of the pram and on their Shot put. "She is such a charming child. You make your mother any trouble, right? "Mrs Eileen Granger patted her cheek and earned a big, toothless smile.

Hermione sat down next to her mother on the brown, old leather sofa. It was already here as long as her memory went back and here and there already had some cracks are patched, but they still are. Her grandmother called her father like a miser, but he preferred to prefer the word frugal.

Her father has always been a hard driven, stubborn guy and even if they were afraid of their reaction Mother, it was nothing compared to the reaction of her father. Basically, he had still not resigned and there was probably nothing worse than having to be with her father and Severus in the same room. Or maybe, she corrected herself to be with April in a room that would be a lot worse.

But no matter what her father Severus, their marriage - thought it was something that put it all in the shadows and forced them all to get along - or their non-marriage. Two bright amber eyes, framed by silky, black curls. Her mother had pulled Eileen was the first in its spell and no matter what reservations they had had, they were wiped away with a look at this sweet child's smile.

"She reminds me a little of you," said her mother and pulled her from her thoughts. "It is just as curious as you are constantly you have touched everything, everything did you have to see and take apart. You always wanted to know how things work, even when you were a baby. "
" Oh, I know no more. "
" Oh yes, just pass on, a few months and it Nothing is safe from her. "

" Have you any idea what do you want? " asked her mother for a while.
"What I want to do?"
"Well son, you're not a girl who stays at home and cook and clean and also your father and I are also still there. We will help you naturally to me Eileen. "

Hermione was surprised. Of course she wanted to study and work, but that was the last time everything to the background. "Thanks Mom," she said, smiling at her mother, "I have not had the time, I seriously have to worry about, but I will let me go through my head. "
" Of course, and if you're ready, we are here for you. "

Eileen held with one hand clutching the thumb of her grandmother. Her little head resting on his chest, to which they rejected and betrayed deep, long breaths that she was asleep.

"She is tired," said Hermione with a smile, "it was a long day, maybe it's time to go home."
"Do you sometimes look back and bring Severus The next time, " she admonished her mother.
"Do you really think that this is such a good idea? I can for my Dad, you know it to be like him. "
" To your father you do not worry about, to care about I do all right. "

Mrs Granger took her daughter one last time in the arm, then locked the door.
Eileen slept calmly in her stroller. It was Sunday afternoon, the streets had little traffic and the afternoon sun warmed Hermione's back and left them in her warm winter coat to sweat a little. She unbuttoned her coat, put her scarf from and was a bit cool from the air. It was a beautiful day, even if it was too warm for this time of year again and they probably could not expect a white Christmas, but she was happy about the nice weather and decided to create a Stü ; ck to walk.

She was happy to go on foot. Severus had laughed at. It would be a waste of time, he said, but it think they did best and let their thoughts run wild, almost as if your thinking the movement would need to really get going.

Eileen was now three months old, they already got the bottle and otherwise it was a totally uncomplicated child. It was absolutely inconceivable to leave them for a few hours with her mother and Severus was also still there, after all, he works from home.

you had not noticed, but she had already left the Muggle London, and was now in the magic of the city. Without thinking, she had automatically taken back home. The shops on the street had closed all but a few cafes were open and the people they looked curiously from the windows. The curious passers-by looked at her as if it is a rare bird. Maybe it was not such a good idea was to go on foot. Your new house was very central. Of course, it had advantages, they had everything in their immediate vicinity, but the downside was that it was a very lively quarter result.

Hermione looked down on the street in front of her and avoided looking at anyone or anything to watch, while her more and more people becoming clear threw dirty looks and muttering expressing their outrage. Some of them even insulted, but that was something they already knew and she was determined not to be provoked it. You remained in focus, as they had been called mud and blood, they would not go by männerklauendes bitch at the ceiling and at some point would also be forgotten and people would have something new about it to tear the mouth could.

She had firmly resolved to go quietly and not rushed, but the last meter to the house she was almost running and then she was finally there.

"I'm up!" Severus said from his lab when he heard the door below.

Hermione took Eileen out of the pram and went up the stairs. The upper floor, they had completely transformed into a handsome lab and an adjacent office. It was nothing compared to his laboratory in Spinner's End, but it had enough for now.

"If there is only me so ago, or the vultures out there worse day by day," she scolded, "I had thought that it would someday grow grass on the matter. "

Severus raised an eyebrow and looked up from his cauldron. "As long as Rita Kimkorn continue to publish their crap about it, it is not better I'm afraid. "
" If the divorce is finally made and we are legally married, she is already looking for another victim, "Hermione said hopefully," Speaking of divorce, there is something new "

Severus put his wand to the side and walked over to Hermione that he interrupted his work had clearly mean nothing good and Hermione was already prepared for bad news. "They have the papers sent back unopened," he said, "She refuses to sign and, without their consent, a immediate divorce shall not take place. This means that we must await the separation year. Only then can I also leave her without her consent vagina. "

" One year, "muttered Hermione stifled. Severus had placed her hand on his arm to support her, but she remained calm. "How was your day?" He asked after a while.
"Oh, very well. My mother hopes that you sometimes look back again. "
" Do you think this really such a good idea? "He asked skeptically.
"That's what I also said, but she insists. "

a while seemed to think Hermione, her eyes rested on Eileen, then looked up again. "I have a little thought about how to go further," she said, "and I would like to study. My mother helps me with Eileen and you're finally all the time at home. "

She had taken while talking little air in order to accommodate as much as possible before Severus interrupted her and all her recounted the doubts that she had, but he did not. "I had been wondering when you're tired of the housewife life at last, "he said, laughing.

"Does that mean you agree?" She asked skeptically.
"Yes, it means well. I have been waiting and I must say, have you left out far more time than I expected. "

" This is fantastic! "Beamed them. She walked in the room excitedly up and down, while Eileen still slumbered peacefully in her arms. "I had inquired before our ship breaking already at the Magic University of London. They have the best program of the whole country and there are annual only 30 seats. It is the only university that offered by its collaboration with the St Mungo Hospital, from the very first year of practical hours. "

" But what if this program is in this presence does not exist, or if they do not take me? "Hermione had stopped in alarm. "All Quiet," said Severus, "I can not think of a possible presence in the you are not the smartest witch of your age, they will take you so sure of this program and if it is not here in this present There, we will find something suitable. "

Her face had been smoothed over and the panic was gone from her eyes, instead she beamed at him gratefully.

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Genital Wart Post-surgery Itching

Home sweet home: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The second woman

They sat on a comfortable sofa in the office of Mister's magic. The mood had calmed down somewhat and becomes an oppressive silence while they waited in their seats, that the small house elf pouring them tea. "Could someone please explain to me now what is going on here?" Hissed angrily April and rose from her seat. Her eyes pierced Dumbledore, then stuck it to Severus and her eyes narrowed to small slits.

"I spent a year waiting for you," she said angrily, "without knowing whether you're still alive, if you ever come back again and you tell me that you are nothing them know that you do not even remember me. "She clenched her hands into fists and flexed her jaw.

Hermione could not take her eyes from April's face. The woman's eyes were blank and her face drawn with grief and yet She was undeniably beautiful, some years older than themselves, and definitely Severus type. Even if this thought it a stitch drove through the heart, but it corresponded to the truth.

April Dumbledore put a hand reassuringly on the shoulder and she was wall to her face. It was a silent conversation between two people familiar to the tension from her body finally gave and they sat down again to her seat.

Fudge had used this moment. He got up and walked out a few times ago and wondered how he should begin the conversation at best, until he finally stopped and his arms crossed over his chest. "All right," he said, "what's going on? I want to hear all the details. "

" You know where were we? "Severus began. Fudge nodded, his eyes remained focused on his opposite number, in anticipation to hear the rest. "Well, I do not know if it has come to them, but Neville Longbottom is left on his own request."

"Yes that was me already happened, I just do not understand ..."
"We suspect that an impact on the Future had, "Severus interrupted him.
"So you think that Mr Longbottom the future, that our presence has changed," Fudge's face was thoughtful as he continuously with the tip of his shoe up and down typed. "No," he finally said, "No, we would have eventually noticed a change."

"I doubt, Sir," Dumbledore raised his voice and all pairs of eyes in the room were on him. "We have never had a different present exist. The change, initiated by Mr Longbottom, has brought the returnees in a parallel present, which is the natural evolution, since they have left the past without Mr Longbottom. But even if I conjecture Severus certainly very likely think - at least it would be a logical explanation for these circumstances, "he made a circular gesture with which he pointed to all parties," but I am afraid that we can not change the situation. I think we all of us are new to this situation must resign. "His eyes went across the room from one to another, looking at her intently.

"Does that mean that, I can say goodbye to my husband," asked April. Your voice was brittle and the suspicious glint in her eye made her being only apparent. She had the whole conversation about knitting avoided Hermione to look at and even now departed from her eyes an inch from Dumbledore as she clenched her hands into fists.

Fudge rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Well, we can Mr Snape of course not to force them to stay, "he said," but it is also inconceivable that he is married with two wives simultaneously and as they - after all, at least here in our presence, and that is Lich what counts - were first married, is the second marriage invalid "

Hermione's heart gave a startled jump and began to flutter irregularly.. The shock of it had to clearly have been the face, since Fudge then turned to her as he continued. "Severus Snape and April have only be legally divorced, so they can create a valid marriage. "

Hermione's heart rate had returned a little reassured. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that the grip on her hand had become a little stronger and she remembered in spite of everything because he was still there, at her side.

The sparkle in April's eyes had long since turned into tears that stole isolated from their eyes. "Even if you do not remember it, but I told you once means something. So much that you married me, "she said softly to Severus and held out her hand to show him to prove her wedding ring, felt at the sight of Hermione a lump in throat.

the ring on April's small hand she knew too well, it was Eileen Snape's ring, the same one that also adorned her left ring finger. Even Severus had to drop his mask for a moment and looked astonished at April's hand, two rings, two wives. Whatever he had tried to convince himself this was proof that he - albeit in a different reality - had loved this woman and yet he saw it the first time today and felt his heart at the sight not the slightest emotion.

April had regained, she tightens her back to an upright position. A strength, not for Hermione was different than their internal due admiration. Only a slight tremor, which had shot through her body, on the silent battle they fought out on the inside to close.

"All right, I suggest that you explain, Albus, and the other returnees, the situation. For Merlin continues, I hope that we do not expect even more drama, "Fuhr Fudge. "Mr Snape can prepare the divorce papers and send them to Mrs Snape. If both Parties have signed, they are officially divorced, and a second marriage, nothing stands in the way. "

Aprils face had regained much more color than her eyes fixed Fudge, still anxious not to see Hermione. "I did not give up without a fight in front of him," she said turning to Fudge, but that threat was not him.

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Cancer Spread To Lungs

Sweet Home: Chapter 1

Title: Home sweet home
Raiting:
16
Pairing: Severus Snape
/ Hermione Granger
Content:
sequel to Castaway! - After have made it our castaways finally get back in their time, daily life is waiting for them, but they need to find out that Neville has decided to stay in the past, unexpected consequences.




Sweet Home Chapter 1: Homecoming


In the clearing at the foot of a medium sized hill was quiet. Only a weak December breeze that blew through the bare tree crowns of a group and drove the icy wind beneath their robes. "Are you sure we are right here?" Asked Minerva. had gnawing impatience mixed under her voice as she looked again at her clock.

Dumbledore's face twisted into a peaceful smile, and thus reinforced the lines around his eyes. "Patience my love, patience," he said soothingly, while one of his hands gently patted her shoulder. Minerva calmed down under his warm hand to her shoulder, finally lost the tension and lowered again. She breathed deeply a few times to soak in the hope a little of his peace until a loud bang a few meters away took her attention and she knew that the wait finally came to an end.

In the distance ahead of them figures had appeared out of nowhere. It was from this distance, hard to say whether these were their long lost friends, but who they should expect otherwise? She quickened her gait, to run it almost started, but something was not right. On her way she was the person already went through all twice in the head and one was missing. The horror of it was written in his face clouded and her joy of reunion, which was made in the last few hours, despite the biting impatience over her.

"Neville ..." was the only one she in a brittle Voice brought out before Severus raised a hand and thus silenced. "He's fine," he said reassuringly. His gaze slid to the bus, and he reached the group. "It was his desire to stay with his wife," Severus added, raising an eyebrow to show how absurd that thought was.

Minerva's gaze wandered back to the group until it finally got stuck on the two children. She had opened her mouth and her lips to a question already formed, but in the end her face relaxed again. For questions would enough time to stay. More important was that they all healthy and alive.

"We have time for explanations, time for the whole story," said Albus, as if he had read her mind straight. "First of all, we must return to London, there are a lot of people expect that your arrival."

Hermione could still feel the rest always look at her daughter and picked her own. Her eyes looked straight into the surprised face of her teacher and something in her made her feel to have to say something. "Prof. McGonagall ... " she began, but when she saw her teacher looked at her amused, she stopped suddenly.

"Why do they talk to me with my maiden name, Miss Granger?" She asked in amazement.
"your maiden name?", Listened to Severus. He and Hermione exchanged a quick glance, then his gaze was fixed on Minerva. "Severus," she said, and put her hands against her hips, "For Merlin, it is not the time for jokes."

Even if he had not previously been bent, was it's as if he had raised himself, for he grew to at least two inches before he contracted his eyebrows and angered a steep fold was formed. "Have you ever seen me joke?" He asked sharply, looking Minerva noticeably cringe before him.

"No," she admitted, "but you do not want me to say that you do not remember it. You were here, you were Albus witness. "

" You married? "Asked Severus. He gave no heed to his facial expressions and everything looked both Minerva and Dumbledore full Surprise, followed by six other pairs of eyes were astonished.

Dumbledore stepped forward, his face looked worried. "You have no idea." This was not a question, it was a statement. Severus shook his head gently. Dumbledore's brow was furrowed, his gaze was still worried.

"Is it possible that something has changed with Neville's decision to stay in the past," speculated Severus carefully. "Maybe so," agreed Dumbledore to him. "We'll see, maybe we are lucky and it remains at this one small change. "

" Yes, I hope you're right, "said Severus. One moment he was lost, but already in the next second was his face again this opaque mask. "As we come back?"

Dumbledore looked over his shoulder, his gaze was on the group of trees under which they had been waiting for. "We have prepared a Portkey," he said, pointing to an old boot under the trees, then turned around and went ahead. The last minutes she spent in silence and joined in a circle to get the port key. "Is everything all right?" Severus asked again when he saw Dumbledore's pensive face.

"I do not know," he answered him and knelt on Portkey. With a gesture he pointed to emulate him and a moment later all hands were on the old boots, they moved away the ground under their feet, until the world stopped around them turn and suddenly found again in a bright room.

They looked curiously around until someone coughed behind them. "How nice that they made it back without prejudice," said Fudge, and nodded to them kindly. "Certainly it was an amazing journey and once you have both improved, I would naturally like to hear all about it."

Only now Severus recognized that they were in the ministry and all the more astonished him had apparently had nevertheless changed more than he accepted - the fact that of all Fudge stood before him and wore the robes of the Minister for Magic. The room where they were, was not particularly large. He had large, bright window was equipped with luxurious furniture and reminded all in all a waiting room. "But all this time has" assured them Fudge again, "for the time you want to safely see your families again, after all they are waiting outside."

He pointed to a wide hinged doors r at the other end of the room, beaming the smile of a benefactor. Hermione stiffened instantly to find Severus. Certainly they looked forward to the reunion with her parents but was not an easy situation for almost a year later with a husband and emerge a child, she thought, and unconsciously pressed her daughter close to her chest.

you tried the uncertainty that they came over to shake, so she clutched closely to Severus arm as them went to the door and he put his hand on the handle. "Severus, there's ..." began Dumbledore, but Severus interrupted him with a shake of the head. "This time, Albus has," he said and opened the door.

They entered together a large, brightly lit hall, where a lot of people were gathered, including some reporters. There was food and drinks and it was not to be overlooked that they were all waiting for her, because now they stood in the hail of flash cameras, until finally fought a round, red-haired woman by the first row had and hurried to her. It was Molly Weasley, Hermione in the first arm lock and then to Harry and her children rushed, standing behind her.

had the meantime, where Molly had broken through the wall reporter, made a gap and the other families came forward, where Hermione are finally saw her parents. Her hands were sweaty with excitement and she felt more like Severus grip for her hand and he was without hesitation straight zuschob to their parents.

The glittering eyes of her suspicious mother when she had her arms around her sobbing daughter threw and quiet. "Mom, Dad," she began cautiously, "I would like to introduce you to someone. These are my husband and our daughter Eileen Severus. "
The last bit of excitement was already gone, instead beamed Hermione over her face and saw the delighted eyes of her parents on the bundle in her arms.

"Severus, could you me please explain what does this mean? "The short happy moment was broken by a terrified female voice and all eyes in this room now rested on the slender, dark-haired woman in front of them.

"What do they mean? You are already married and applied but with me, "she said, and worked. At the same moment it flashed back on all sides. Severus Hermione stared in horror, but he looked just as shocked as she is from

"Quiet!" Said Dumbledore, after which the whole room fell silent a moment, "I am sure that soon all learners more reindeer is, and now they can contact the families alone. "Then he bent down to whisper to him Fugue ear. Add acted thoughtfully, his gaze slid over the returnees. "My office", he murmured Dumbledore and walked before.

The dark-haired woman who pretended to be Mrs Snape, was still angry because Hermione and pierced with cold eyes. "Let us settle undisturbed," Dumbledore suggested "April, be reasonable", he said it directly. He went to the door, which already disappeared a moment before Fudge was, and Severus, Hermione and April followed him.

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Security Roller Shutters

escape

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling and place.

My pack has gegoost me.


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escape

The only thing I still felt was pain. Pain in my legs, could no longer carry my body weight. Pain in my arms, which were the right and left of me in chains. Pain in my chest, that my broken ribs making breathing difficult. Pain in my head for fear of eventually giving up, tell him everything and my mother to be sentenced to death.

The door opened and I heard foot steps of my bare prison.

A short break was that he had indulged me. Inwardly, I was already prepared for the next attack, but he never came, instead, someone turned a tray in front of me.

It was Potter set, I noticed when I looked up. For days I had seen a different face than the more, the old man. His look was far worse than the physical pain that I had to endure before. His pity he could otherwise put where. Who had ever invited him? Had Dumbledore's golden boy sent to clean up the mess behind him or it was a new torture method?

Potter lifted a slice of bread from the tray and held it out to me. As it would make sense had anything to eat, I could not keep anything down anyway. I would have loved him to scream in his face, but turn away more than your head I could not. He lowered the bread over and picked up a glass of water to my lips. Even though I was determined not to drink, the pleasant coolness on my lips had convinced me and I greedily drank the empty glass to the last drop.

He put it off again, then he dipped his handkerchief in the water jug and wiped the dried blood from my face. I hated it. I hated the way he touched me, as he sought me was not hurt, it was almost tender. I hated how he looked at me sympathetically, and I took the last bit of dignity I had left.

I disappeared closed his eyes and just decided to wait until he. "Draco all right?" He asked instead. He was still ahead of me. "Get out," I pushed out gurgled and fell instantly in a spasmodic cough. Potter was still there as dazed. He bent down again to me, but gave up when I turned away again.

I kept my eyes closed, until I heard how to suppress his steps back away, only then I opened them and sank further in a fit of coughing, which I no longer tried. A clump of bloody mucus collecting in my mouth, I spat on the bloodstained ground anyway.

"Please Sir, think, they do not want it enough?" I heard Potter's voice from the next room, apparently he had not closed the door completely. "It is just enough when he told us we need to know," replied Dumbledore.

"Harry, my boy," he said finally in a somewhat conciliatory tone, "we are at war. For none of us is easy, but some things just have to be done, or do you think about one of them has even a moment hesitated long as they have our men and women tortured to death. So many who have died by the hand of a Death Eater. Your parents, Sirius, Minerva. "

the last name he had almost still only whispered. I had to stop the air around to hear him. Was that what the old man in recent times had changed so? The loss of a friend? Or was it more than that have been? The loss of a companion? She died at the hands of my father, I had inevitably recall. So he tried to avenge them?

The door was flung open and I heard someone come again. It was not Potter, I knew already on the heavy gear. Dumbledore was standing in front of me and looked me over his half-moon spectacles. "It is in their hands the whole to put an end to Mr. Malfoy," he said kindly, smiling at me.

This false smile. A kindly old man who offered candy to a child. I just decided to ignore him and closed my eyes again. Sure, I knew that it would make you angry, but what was there to speak for a meaning to the bush, he should have the case behind you.

"So nice to know people as they apparently no other language," he said, looking contemptuously at the dark times in my left arm. "Crucio" A burning sensation shot through every fiber of my body. One would would think after days of torture make it a less, one would be ready for the pain, but it hit me every time anew like a blow.

I cried, even if my voice no longer capable of doing this was, but I cried with full force. Just before I passed out, he stopped. "Now they want to talk Mr. Malfoy?" He asked again. "Never," I croaked.

"Sectumsempra," he was angry afterward. Large cuts gaped at my chest and tore the old wounds again, which filled the room with the metallic copper smell of fresh blood. A knock on the door broke the silence. Angry Dumbledore stood up from his seat. "Yes?" He asked impatiently. A whisper that could not see I answered him. "Can not wait?" He asked and left the room shortly thereafter.

Whoever it was, he had something good to me. I breathed easier, but the next moment I heard someone enter the room again. I had my eyes fixed on the ground, the more I was surprised when someone broke my bonds.

Potter was before me. He had raised his wand. Should be a joke at my expense? The chains he had taken from me, but I could hardly move.

"Quick, you have to disappear here," he said impatiently. His voice was but a mere echo in my head and I much forward to the ground. "Stand up, we do not have much time," he said desperately, pulling on my arm. I gasped at the sudden movement, to which his arm abruptly let go.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, "but please, you have to act together now," he begged and grabbed my arm again, this time carefully, and helped me up.

Under his arm he carried a bundle which he spread out now and put upon us. Potter's Invisibility Cloak famous. He relied on me and left me with the room. The distinctive pattern of the cape I realized that the principal's office. The door was open and we lost no time in order to leave it on the spot.

It was night, I had to be surprised. For days I had seen no more sunlight and barely slept. Could a person die from lack of sleep, I had often wondered at this time. Death by exhaustion, I remembered the technical term for it.

We crept through the dark corridors, not even a weak Lumos gave us light, for fear of being discovered. What would happen if Dumbledore noticed my absence and why in Merlin's name helped me Gryffindor golden boy?

We had to leave the castle and finally reached the Apparierschwelle. It was almost done. I still did not know where to go. The property of my parents had joined the Dark Lord acquired some time ago. To him and thus to my father I would not return. Actually, it seemed to me no matter where, I just wanted a quiet place. I wanted to sleep and a warm meal.

Potter let go of me, as I staggered a few steps forward and he grabbed me instantly back on the arm. He had figured me thoughtfully, then turned around and looked longingly to the castle. Until recently I had seen the magic school with the same facial expression afterwards. His grip on my arm got stronger, then he pulled out his wand and we Apparated.

Neither I knew what was going Potter, nor where he had killed me, but it seemed like a quiet area Muggles. Lanterns illuminated the ordinary street in always-long intervals and illuminated the fresh scarify lawns, all similar looking homes. He walked up to a certain house and opened the door with his wand.

Potter turned on the light, revealing a taste furnished, small hallway. The stairs in front of me began to tremble, as the reason already pounded down the next moment came. It was an incredibly bold boy, such as Crabbe and Goyle, taken together, and estimated in our age.

"What are you doing here? Do not you be on your idiot school? When Mom and Dad are back from holiday will I tell them everything, "cried he applied with his face got more and more red spots. However, as Potter lifted his wand, gave way to the Muggle back anxiously. "Get out of my way to Dudley," he said and urged on by the boy as he pulled me along behind him and the top floor in one room pushed.

Wherever we were, probably nobody would find me here so quickly. I went up to the narrow bed in front of me and left me in the soft cushion fall, a few seconds later I fell asleep.


***


had I do not know how long I slept, I felt like I had slept through several days, because the sunlight that had awakened me was burning, in my sensitive eyes. Potter was, or much more he lay in an old, worn chair and slept. His glasses lay beside him on a small table and the thin blanket with which he had covered himself had slipped on his lap.

the pain while it was fresh, the one, but that was what I felt now was different. It was not the pain that could freeze your blood in the veins, in which the body produces vast amounts of adrenaline and such a force to survive. It was a dull pain, which dumped the waste all the efforts of the last days suddenly on me.

was careful to me. I could not stop the trembling of my limbs and had me on the bed post so that my knee is not supported under my weight collapses. When I felt safe again went to the chair in the Potter was and knelt before him.

I could have gone unnoticed. Maybe it was the fact that I did not know where it seems no more people on this world was one I could contact me, maybe it was also something else that held me here. However, it was clear is that I just could not or would not?

he had all along been sitting here on my bed and watched? Why does he do that? I looked at his peacefully sleeping face. He had lost a little, I betrayed the furrows in his cheeks. His eyes were closed, so I could look at the long curved eyelashes more accurate and also his slightly open mouth.

I should stop him to see it. It was not right, that was my father often made more than clear, but what could I already do against nature? Fascinated by the same sex. It had always fascinated me, but a Malfoy was not worthy, I told myself it again while my eyes at the same time about his sinewy chest and walked eagerly explored every inch of this body.

A slight noise told me that he was awake and looking at me now with green eyes. "You're awake?" He noted, and sat down at the moment, he reached for his glasses and put them up again. "Are you hungry?" He asked, looking at me embarrassed. I merely nodded, but it was enough already that he will abruptly rose from his seat and the door was done, so I followed him down to the kitchen.

it matches the rest of the house, not very big and stuffed with various Muggle devices. Potter was standing at the stove, floor service I could expect here, of course. After some time, the small kitchen of the irresistible aroma of eggs and bacon met and made me hunger, against which I have been struggling days, aware right.

He placed the cup on the table, to put plates and silverware and then sat with me. attracted by the delicious smell a moment later entered the Dudley fat boy's room. Only now I noticed that the table was laid for three. Dudley sat down, dug yourself a big mountain on his plate and began to eat silently.

With the first bite I felt like my stomach started to rebel. I poked around a bit on my plate and ate some bread. When I looked up again, I realized that I blatantly Dudley looked curious. Although I had long been not looked into a mirror, but I was sure that I offered no happy sight.

"What's with that?" He asked Potter and ignoring me. Silly muggles, right in front of her and she's a war not even notice it. Potter did not answer, instead he pulled out his wand and let the dishes go into the sink and rinse. Dudley drew back terrified, but again relaxed a little when he realized that it was not directed against him and watching to the dishes.

"Where are we here?" I asked Potter, as we were back in his room. "In my family, I grew up here," he said finally, after a while, but I did not already credited with an answer. His lips He had pressed firmly together. It was clear that he did not want to talk about it, so I did not ask further and instead went on the narrow bed.

The tiredness had caught up with me and flooded my body and my senses, so I literally collapsed on the bed. Also, Potter seemed tired and emaciated. I did not know how much sleep he had gotten really, except that on the ragged chair over there could not have been very relaxing.

He looked around the room as if searching for something, his eyes stopped for a moment depend on me, then he went back the chair on which he settled. I had him put his bed and found embarrassed. With difficulty I draw from an arm on him to see them directly. "You do not have to sleep on the chair," I said. "It's okay, you have the rest as far out I needed more," he replied.

Determined I moved all the way to the wall on one side of the bed. "Here is enough space for both of us," I said, patting request to the other side of the bed. Although he was hesitant, but apparently it was so bad the bed to share with me, than the prospect of a few more hours sleep on the old chair, so he got up and lay down beside me.

Enough room for both of us was probably much exaggerated. The bed was narrower than it looked, so I moved as far as I could to get close to the wall, but it could not be avoided, that we were side by side very close together and I feel much next to me could.

It was a nice feeling, a person close to feel the heat of a body. I noticed how calm my heart rate and a slower rhythm adapted, as my breathing slowly accessible and I finally fell asleep.

When I awoke, it was already dark outside. Potter was still beside me. He had turned to me, but his deep, even breathing told me that he was still asleep. Cautious, careful not to wake him, I turned around and looked at his face again.

When he felt my eyes on him, he opened at the same moment his eyes and looked at me. It was a strange situation. For the second time that day I was caught as I stared at him secretly. I did not even how it happened that I had married that Potter why exactly, but the next moment I already leaned over him and kissed him.

It lasted less than two seconds had, since he already gave back terrified. I was an idiot, the only person in this damn world, who seemed interested even for me and I had destroyed everything. "I'm sorry," I croaked.

Potter had not replied, he looked at me wide-eyed surprise at, then he came closer again and kissed me so here. It was the medicine, which wiped away all the pain of recent days. The stunning feeling his soft lips on mine, its delicious taste, as I penetrated gently with my tongue in his mouth.

The first timid kiss was passionate and demanding, until we finally breath again detached from each other. He raised a hand, I wiped a strand of hair from her face, then smiled at me. "Harry," I began, but he interrupted me in the quiet, he just shook his head, then he slid closer to me and I put my arm around him. He expressed his body firmly against my erection, which had triggered the kiss. Immediately I felt the same pressure on my thigh when he saw me even closer to himself and then finally pulled lay perfectly still just as his hand still played with my hair strand .

END

Tanning Bed Before And Afters

Flashmob

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Flashmob

A short beep disturbed the peace at supper, and let Severus look up surprised . Hermione hastily pulled her phone out of his pocket, trying to ensure that her husband did not look over his shoulder. "What you want at all with this thing? "he grumbled. "What a witch wants it? It beeps continuously and then you hit around on what are you doing? "Put

Hermione again and went on eating. "It's a phone so I communicate with Muggles, even as a witch, there is no other method to achieve fast to Muggles," she replied calmly. "Who wants it?" Severus muttered to himself.

"And with whom you communicate that?", He chopped further. "Well, just with friends and acquaintances," said to him.
"friends?" He asked, amazed and lifted an eyebrow, "Do I know these friends?" "No, I think not," she said almost, took her plate and took him to the kitchen che.

with friends? But not even with male friends? The appetite had passed him. He peered at Hermione, who had now taken place on the sofa with a book. Damn, he would gladly looked into the matter more closely, but what did that leave me. Quite possible they would be bothered that he was jealous. Pfff, jealous! He jealous! It was well within his rights to know with whom communicates his own wife ',' as she called it. Or, quite possible even met, he thought, and had stood up from his seat. Momentmal could it really be that she will meet with him. How do you get for it? One has ever claimed that this is a man? A man with whom she meets and secretly?, He wondered, and walked restlessly up and down in the living room.

"Severus all right with you?" Asked Hermione, looking up from her book. "Yes everything fine, I go to bed," he replied insolently. Surprised looked at the clock. It was only shortly after eight.

Severus stomped furiously into the bedroom. What should he do now? Well after all this was actually more than clear, he needed this thing, this mobile phone. He would find out for what they conceal it, he thought, and took off his clothes. Severus went to bed. Sleep, he would not be guaranteed. He would be here all night lying awake, waiting Grüber. Yes, he would wait, wait until she comes to bed and fell asleep, and then he would look at this phone in more detail.

Incredibly, everything in the world who could venture out with a married to meet women? With his wife! It seemed like an eternity before and Hermione finally went to bed and had finally fallen asleep. His head has already threatened to burst, but he lay there quietly, listening only on their breath. "Hermione, are you still awake?" He whispered, finally, to be sure, but from it came no answer.

Severus stood up. The room was dark, but he did not dare to make light. He carefully felt his way along the wall until he had reached the green stool in the corner of her bedroom, lay on the things Hermione. He patted her pants still stuck in the phone and pulled it out.

he crept on tiptoe into the living room where he could finally turn on the light. The way the thing works? Frowning, he looked at the brightly illuminated device. Until he had finally found somewhere to the news. He opened the last one and read:

OK, clock 18:30 morning in Kings Cross. I'm looking forward, which is fantastic.
Greetings Sam

This could not but be had? She met with another man! His mine, how could she do this to him? Again he angrily walked around the living room. Well, you waiting I will show it, it's mine.


***


He had the whole night not get a wink and stared at his clock now. 18:25, he was in Kings Cross and looked around, but Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had actually made this worrying for nothing, he thought it easier than it is in this moment entered the station and looked around searching.

Severus disappeared immediately behind a newspaper stand and watched her. She went into the middle of the hall and pulled out her cell phone again. He would certainly not see how they arrived here in front of him with another, he thought, and strode angrily toward her, as already the first Muggle around him like crazy now began to dance. What in Merlin's beard
going on here?

"Severus, do what you doing here?" Hermione asked, panicked and was red. Aha, if not proof enough. "Where is he?" He drove them to anger. "Whom do you mean?" She asked irritably. "Now do not pretend," he shouted, "I've read your messages. "Where this is Sam with the hit you up here?" "You what?" She asked, horrified.

The entire station hall was already full of dancing people left out. "Ah there you are mine and I see you have also someone brought along, "called her a young woman with short auburn hair. "The way Sam is," she hissed still angry.

"What do you stand here as if rooted? You really know what we are here, "Sam said happily and grabbed Severus's hand. "What?" He hissed at her, but she did not respond to his rough words. She had put her hands on her waist and made the other Muggle to do the same. Behind them is a huge queue had formed at the tip of Severus.

"And now we make a polonaise" Sam shouted loudly behind him and pushed him forward. A huge queue of people moved and left out loud bawling through the concourse. Leprechangalle damn, where he is in here and get only what Hermione wanted here? He came to his wife, who was trapped itself in the middle of the Polonaise over and pulled her to be decided, so that it was now before him.

"So I'm waiting for an explanation," he said. "You want an explanation," she replied angrily. "Who has secretly read my messages?" "I thought you meet up with the Sam" he hissed. "Will you say something like, you were jealous?" She asked, grinning. "Certainly not, but as a man, it's my duty to look after things," he said irritably.

"Did you want this to happen here?" He asked after a while. "Yes, we have arranged extra to make this," said Hermione a little sheepishly. "You what?" He asked incredulously, looking around in the huge crowd. "And why have you done it in secret?", He chopped further. "Well yes, I was embarrassed, 'she meekly.

"It must also, my darling! It must also ", he said, grinning broadly.

end

Real Wheel Tripod Stand

Groundhog Day the Bat: Part 2

Groundhog Day the Bat: Part 2

He climbed into the shower, before his inner eye had fulfilled laugh again Hermione opened and he turned the water colder. Trembling, he came out. With a flourish of his wand, he was dry and dressed again, as he entered the living room. The two bottles of wine they had drunk were locked and the book was in its place in Shelf. His cloak was folded on his favorite chair, then his eyes fell on the table where the cup of coffee and the Daily Prophet lay. He opened the newspaper, it was still Friday the same day, the same headlines. The cup he reached the edge and tapped with a finger gently against the handle, which fell by a slight pressure.

He drained the cup with a few strokes without stopping and then left his apartment.

Today he was there before them. The seventh graders from the Gryffindors presented the to her regret it. Hermione put to Harry and Ron as she had already done the day before. She walked all morning through the head. Was it that kind of fun the bus said? Nonsense, he reminded himself, but another part of him wanted to bring much like to know exactly. It's just day before yesterday and yesterday something went wrong, he would certainly have been an opportunity to give back their detention. "Munganustrank, you have an hour," he said coolly dropped back and the look on his book that he had to borrow again today.

He constantly looked up to Hermione to catch in the act, but that they had all made just nervous and no one seems inclined to draw any attention to himself. The hour was over. Hermione and Neville delivered from a premium drink. "Miss Granger, there is one more thing I would like to discuss with them," he said this last, as she had already packed their things together.

"We are waiting outside," Ron muttered, and he and Harry left the room. The door lock had fallen in, he walked over to Hermione, grabbed her by the shoulder and she turned to the blackboard, then he leaned back a little and pressed his lips to hers. She had stiffened instantly. Snape let go of her, at the same moment rushed her hand on his cheek, and she rushed to the door.

"What are her favorite flowers?" He asked. She stared at him in surprise.

"Daffodils," she muttered and stormed from the room.

"That was probably a total loss," he said to himself and decided that it probably would be best to call in sick for the rest of the day, eventually would the little Gryffindor intended to tell Dumbledore about the incident, or worse McGonagall.

On another morning he was not back for breakfast appeared. The great hall had filled up slowly. A small house elf appeared before the teacher's desk and gave Dumbledore an envelope which he opened curious and got up after a while, and thus drew the whole attention. "Since today is the last day before the prom, there is no class with Professor Snape," he said, looking at once again to the teacher's desk, but his grumpy friend was not there.

There was silence for a moment in the great hall, but when the students realized that Dumbledore is apparently meant it sparked a fierce murmur that through the whole Hall walked. "This is unbelievable, we have the day off. Potions would have been our only professional, "said Ron, jumping excitedly in his chair back and forth.

"What do we do? Do the same to the lake? "Asked Harry.

Ron nodded vigorously in response, while Hermione still seemed to think about something. "What happened?" Ron poked at them.

"Oh no, you go before me, then come to the same, I just have to drop by the greenhouse," she replied.

you would go to the lake because he was sure, just as they had done the last few weeks almost every day. Snape paced around in front of the castle and tried to intercept them. What if they did not come alone, he had to think about something. At the same moment left Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione the castle. He could only see but not hear. They were stopped and Granger had waved to them. Where are they going? Snape followed her quietly. It seemed they wanted to glasshouses, which was perfect. He hurried up and went in rapid steps toward the edge of the woods, where he then ran straight to the greenhouses.

"What they have to look for here", he barked at her. Hermione shuddered with fright. Snape stood before her, his collar hochgeknöpfter underlined his scowl, not just the basket in his hand did not fit into the picture and Hermione could not resist a glance at risk inside. "If they apparently crave so much for a job they will help me the herbs I've collected to clean up." Hermione nodded silently and followed him into one of the greenhouses to a table. Since she had indeed brewed something.

They faced each other across the table, Snape put the basket between them where each took out a bundle of herbs and it cleaned. It had not lasted long, as he had last taken out. Hermione looked into the basket and her face brightened a little. She took out a bunch of daffodils, which was bound together with a fine thread. "Is that an ingredient?" She asked. Snape gave her a glance.

"weed," he finally said, "Throw it away easily"

"But these are" without saying a word, with a one single glance, he had stopped it. "If you like the weed they can keep it, of course," he said stiffly, took hold of the real herbs and roots back to the basket and left without another word the greenhouse.

Hermione still had the flowers in her hand, she smelled wonderful. She had looked after him and the first and the last corner of his black cloak was gone she came back to himself. It was time to go to the lake. The others waited probably already on it.

"Hermione There you are," Ron called out to her from a distance. "Where because the flowers are, "he asked, contrite, when it arrived at them.

"by Snape," she said absently, and never noticed the horrified faces of her friends. "No, not what you're thinking," she finally said, as Ginny's views threatened to pierce,

"I have saved from that he throws away with the other weeds."

"Were why you at the greenhouses? "Ron asked incredulously after.

"No I got it taken there by accident" she answers it and did the rest of the conversation off with a wink.

Snape paced back and forth in his living room. The flowers she had liked apparently. Again his eye fell on the Clock. The little Gryffindor was five minutes late. He had yet to clearly expressed his message. Eight Clock not a minute earlier, not a minute later. Finally she had given him their work on Veritasserum and now that he wanted to discuss it with her, she is late. At the same moment there was a knock at the door and he stormed out. Suddenly he pulled on it, grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. "They are too late, "he growled.

It was an unusual sight. Snape was still holding her arm firmly. His cloak, he had not and the two top buttons of his shirt were open. He went to the round table in his living room, which was standing right next to a large window. In prison there are windows? Hermione shook the question again and followed him to the table. "Drink?" Came the curt question of their opponent.

"A tea please," she answered him.

a tea? He had rather hoped for a glass of wine, but good if they are needed for hot tea, they should get one. Only where it should come a bitter tea. The only thing he had there was coffee. Snape went to the kitchen and rummaged through all the cupboards until he found a small package, which was still wrapped in the joyful festive wrapping paper in which he had then received from Albus. Hit, he unwrapped it and an equally colorful Teabag came out.

He came back with a tablet, two cups and the pot of tea. He carefully placed it into the middle and they poured the two. Hermione had been four teaspoons of sugar into it, which is eyed Snape with a raised eyebrow. She took a long sip of the hot beverage in the cup when it suddenly shuts off abruptly and began to cough vigorously. They clutched at his neck and excited as they still do not after a while stopped Snape hurried to her. "Wacholdertee" she croaked, "I'm allergic to juniper." Her neck and face were already swollen and she had problems to get clear air.

He picked it up and carried her out of prison immediately. It was still early, the aisles were full of students, so the cape without potions master was associated with a snapping for air Hermione in the arms of the center of attention.

"My goodness, what happened?" They hastened to meet Poppy and paved the way to a free bed where she passed Snape. "Miss Granger is apparently allergic to juniper berries," Snape said quietly, while Poppy smear her neck with an ointment and Hermione hurried gasping calmed down to a quiet breathing in and out.

"How good that it happened to be in the vicinity professor," said Poppy, "but now she needs peace first. I will tomorrow they notify the state of the girl. "Snape merely nodded and left the hospital room.


***


He had to cancel classes today again yesterday and examined the "test results" unless of course it was possible. They had been surprised, but of course no one had dared to say something and they diligently filled out their test sheet. They carried a favorite color, her favorite food, favorite drink, allergies and other details and then he had an evening of it spent, Hermione Granger questionnaire to learn by heart, because this morning everything was already gone.

Snape wrote a little note, it was again time to speak with Miss Granger about her work for the Oxford University. He tied the note to his owl to them for seven in the evening today to order the clock. Thus, he still had enough time to make the necessary preparations and the first thing he would go to bus and borrow a packet of black tea.

The little Gryffindor was late again, but why they should now come on time, after all, today was indeed before yesterday. At five minutes past eight I knocked on the door. This time he made them wait a little before he went to the door and opened it. The sight of Snape in the shirt they had surprised. She wore itself as the days before her blue jeans and a simple white shirt. "Sit down," he offered her a place on the couch and put himself next to her. The comfortable chairs remained empty, contrary to expectations.

On the small table in front of them stood a jug and two cups. "Tea?" Snape offered her and poured them both one without waiting for their answer, did he add four teaspoons of sugar. "How much do you charge?" He asked.

"Just as much," Hermione was back in surprise. You could have sworn he would drink his tea without sugar, because if he ever drank what. They drank their tea

without changing a word, then he cleared the dishes with a flourish of his wand, and let her work on the herfliegen Veritasserum, along with a small blue bottle, which he in their hand pressed. "What is it? "she asked, confused, but his face betrayed nothing. Hermione turn uncorked it and sniffed. It smelled of nothing. She made a drop on her index finger and rubbed it with your thumb. It felt slightly oily and left a cold Britzeln when evaporate the liquid. "It feels like Veritasserum, but it is blue," she said. One of Snape's usually so stiff eyebrows shot up.

"The true, the blue dots," he said, waiting for her reaction. She seemed to think a moment, then lit up her face.

"They have tried it? "she asked incredulously.

"It alleviates the after-effects, which confirms the assumption in its report," he said, "The blue color is a little side effect. The blue dots has proved to be very stubborn, but I'm sure if you value the lack of color there are ways and means to neutralize the blue. "She gave him back the bottle. Only now you were the flowers fell on the small table in front of them.

"They're beautiful," she said absently, and would have it most like themselves slapped. Snape would make sure every moment of the ceiling. He took the time to talk with her about her work and she adored his flowers.

"Yes, I thought so too. Daffodils are my favorite flowers, "he said, and smiled at her charming. Hermione stared at him. They did not want to stare, but she just could not stop. "Is something wrong?" He asked after a while.

"No, no," she put away "until I just did not even know that you are for green stuff you do not use a magic potion all can have something left, "she murmured.

"Now that their work is concerned, because I noticed something. All your facts and research are of course correct, but I would not send the so anyway at the university, "he said, and took out the magazine. "They want to skip the basic course. They should sound a little more professional. It's nice that you can see your enthusiasm for the subject between the lines, but it should not be the enthusiasm of a child. Try to contribute your work can be something abstract. I told you the most distinctive bodies painted red, "he said and gave her the book. Hermione through the pages, in fact, every second sentence is marked and a small comment.

"Thanks, I'll be looking at her notes carefully," she said. He had thought for a moment she would be disappointed that he apparently had yet so much fault with their work, but since he had made a mistake. Nevertheless, his plan was to run not quite. "If you have any questions, out with it. I do not think that further offers them a chance, "he said, and drank another brave Sip of his tea much too sweet. Hermione seemed to reflect.

"I have a lot of questions. Had. Could I consider a moment? "She said hesitantly.

"Go ahead", he returned and took the time to two glasses and a bottle of wine to bring. He gave them a two and handed her a glass. If they dare? The fact was that he offered her straight in his own living room a glass of wine her a jerk. "Why do you teach?" She finally asked, forcing herself to him while in his black Eyes to see.

The question had surprised him in the act. "I like magic potions," he says finally.

Hermione snorted. "They hate children, and could earn their qualifications in the private sector much more money."

"I like Hogwarts and money is not everything Miss Granger," he said cool and fixed it for as long until they finally lowered her gaze.

"You are right, I'm sorry," she said and took a swig from her glass.

"Why Potions? "He asked in his turn the conversation back into gear and support it from his elbow on the back of the couch, where he discreetly a little closer rue ckte.

"I like magic potions," she said and grinned at him insolently.

"Oh yes, I've realized that. Why should I suffer every other hour with their questions? "Replied he, looking at her dark, but instead to crawl under the table in front of the piercing black eyes, she burst into a roar of laughter out and threatened to spill the contents of her glass, if Snape had not taken her hand in time and thus save not only a couch in front of spots, but had also brought laughter from an embarrassing moment of silence, to all of Hermione Ü ; berfluss also drove the redness in the face.

The color on her cheeks, she was really good. Maybe he should tell her and if it were not so well received, he would repeat all morning just going to have but not a compliment. "I'm sorry, I should be more careful," saith Hermione. Snape was in the meantime, a piece closer.

"The red color represents her cheeks," he said, stroking her a strand from her face. For a moment he had felt, she held her breath. Maybe they did. She was stiff and looked at him. Her eyes were hard to decipher, but definitely was not a reluctance to recognize it. His hand stroked her cheek and his face had approached her politely encouraging more and more slowly until just before their lips touched paused and could feel her warm breath and taste. A moment later, he ventured the last step and costs Her tender lips are de instantly opened and his tongue granted admission. It was sweetly, until she finally broke from him and looked at him shocked.

"I'm sorry. It is not. It is. We can not, "she stammered. She took her work on the Veritasserum and disappeared through the door.

Snape was still just as she had left him on the couch. What was in Merlin's beard just happened? Everything went perfect. If he just thought it was even better than the last time he had kept in her . Let He emptied his glass and poured himself a train once again, again and again and again. One of the advantages over and over again to experience the same day was to be able to run on the evening and the next day not a cat to have.


***


It was six clock in the morning. He wrote a note that fail would be teaching today, a house elf sent to Dumbledore and decided to sleep off pretty hard. The next time he woke up it was already twelve. He could not remember the last time when he had slept so long, but it felt fantastic.

After a long shower and a great shave, he got dressed and went on his way to the great hall where he filed only a small detour. It was exactly would one ten and in about half an hour it Poppy ask for a new bottle of wound serum. He entered the hospital. "Good day, Professor," she greeted him, "Just a moment," she said, and ranked a big pile of bandages to it blocked the view through the room, where she accidentally to one of the side tables pushed and knocked over a large bottle, Snape caught the skillful. She put down the stack and looks at her over.

"That was just so good again. You have saved a lot of work, "she said. Snape nodded with a smug grin and put the bottle to a safer location before he went back to the door. "What they wanted, anyway?" Poppy wanted to do with him. He turned to her.

"That must have slipped me," said, walking out the door.

He hurried into the great hall. At its Clock it was twenty past one. So he had exactly 7 minutes of a to get the chops. Great strides he went to the teacher's desk, sat down beside Dumbledore, grabbed his fork and carried one of the chops on his plate as a deafening sneeze of Hagrid two places on not only with respect to Professor Flitwick small droplets covered, but also the record with chops, which remained untouched for the rest of the lunch.

"What made you tuned so happy?" Dumbledore wanted to do with him when he saw Snape smile to himself. The only shrugged his shoulders and continued eating his lunch. He did not know which particular Friday that was now. At first he tried counting, but the facts that he could not write it and every day was Friday made it difficult for him.

His plate was empty, he got up and went just as soundlessly as he had come. He went straight towards the library, but he walked past her, and followed instead go straight to the floor.

Ron's fist bounced off Snape's hand. Where did the get it? "Well, well, Mr. Weasley, but you did not beat a classmate, or does it?" Asked Snape with impaling glance, while with the other hand Goyle held by the collar. "The makes 200 points from Gryffindor. And Mr. Goyle, you better go to the hospital wing again and can be investigated by Madame Pomfrey, "he said gleefully.

"200 points? It can not do it, I'll talk to Professor McGonagall, "Ron said excitedly with a red head.

"Go ahead," said Snape him and left him with the words stand. He pulled Gryffindor now almost every day from hundreds of points, but it was not like that much fun if their points account each morning was always full.

finally arrived at his apartment, he decided today to read a little, because that was the only thing he did on the night. Everything that was in his mind was still there the next morning. He let his eyes wander over the wide bookcase, until his eye was hanging on Françoise Laurent's "magic potions" and his thoughts wandered again to the little Gryffindor. He had tried in the past few days over and over again, but she had rejected him again and again. It seemed to him that would be a time when she had not rejected him, was a one-time fluke, and he had tried to to ban small pain in the neck from his head, in vain as he had to find again. He

the huge, old book from the shelf and got flipped around a bit in it. All modern potions and procedures based on these twelve thousand pages. This book had inspired him many times. Perhaps this was now the correct reading. He took it under his arm and walked so far to a shady clearing away from the lake, away from the noisy laughter of the students. It was a sunny day, just like the tens of days earlier, but somehow he had that desire to enjoy this good weather. Snape took off his cloak and placed it on the floor to sit on it. He opened the book to simply started on page one to read.

He does not like others around the pages and read the chapters especially interested him. Everything in this book was exciting on its own way. He was already on page 300, when the sun no longer gave enough light to illuminate him and his wand had the semi-darkness, as he had heard a noise from nearby in the bushes. "Who's there?" He asked sharply, pointing with the wand in the direction.

"I'm sorry, I did not know that someone is here. I just have a quiet place for reading looking for, "said a voice he could clearly assign Hermione Granger. That it was the last straw. "You can stay if they promise me you cheeky mouth to keep," he said. Hermione nodded eagerly and took a few steps toward him.

you obviously had no blanket and put it on the bare grass. Snape moved a bit to the side and made room on his mantle wide. "You catch a cold even on the cold floor. Come here, "he said while he did not look up. Hermione sat down beside him and hit back on her book, but soon she could not take their eyes on her own lines and keep late again over to Snape. He looked at himself after a while, though she does not, however. Hermione was still staring at his book and then back to him.

"Is this about Françoise Laurent, magic potions' in the first edition?" She asked bewildered, "were printed only 50 copies worldwide and there are only five," she gushed more going on. "I know, Miss Granger, I own one of them, just happens," he said with an expression that could not identify them. Snape lowered his gaze back further and read, but he was not alone anymore now. What had always Hermione just read, it had become unattractive, instead they tried to quietly watch over to him and to catch a little magic potion history.

"If they read along?" He asked in a monotonous tone that made clear what he thinks about this intrusion into his privacy and put the same time the book was in the middle, between them both. Snape read quickly, which probably was connected, among other things, that he had read any of these lines several times and Hermione had trouble keeping up, but they decided it would be better not to complain.

It had become really dark. Reading in the glare of the wand was exhausting. He rubbed his eyes to get rid of the tension a bit, then he leaned back, looked up at the sky and let the darkness on you.

"And have you ever heard of Oxford?" He asked conversationally. The darkness hid her surprised face.

"They are still waiting to go to work the Veritasserum, then they make a decision," she said.

"She is very well as regards the facts, only in their style, they still need to work a little. The University regards such work has certain basic lines, which must be strictly adhered to for a chance to succeed, "he says.

"You've already seen?" She asked excitedly.

"We can go through it tomorrow," he answered her question, which was actually her in the mouth.

"But tomorrow, but the final ball," she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice clearly.

"Oh is yes, yes tomorrow, the prom, how could I forget that, "he said sarcastically, but the sarcasm was less to the prom, but the date on which he fell.

"They have not with festivities," stated Hermione.

"And they can hardly keep a thought for themselves," said he raised again and the light of his wand to see them.

"At least I'm not so closed my fellowmen," as it was again, again she said out loud what they had just thought. She glared angrily at. He was the last person who could blame anyone any bad trait.

"They are pretty when they are angry," he said with a raised eyebrow and earned her bewildered look.

He leaned back and looked again at the sky, said he could feel how Hermione stretched out next to him also. "I will miss Hogwarts," she said finally. He listened as her breathing was shallow and remembered his last year. It was the only home he ever had.

"you can can use to return after their studies Hogwarts capable people, "he said after a while. The lights had gone out of their wands, but she could feel his closeness directly beside him and did it incredibly well. She was unconsciously a little closer to him slipped.

"Why do they teach?", Wanted to know. There was the question again, but this time he actually thought about it.

"I believe because Hogwarts," he said finally, "because Dumbledore and because I all here want to protect. "

on such a honest answer had they not been caught. If they can see something, they would have stared at him stunned, instead they just lay next to him was and what was said and the fact that he entrusted her to go through your head. Her hand slipped from her stomach and grazed his, but it did not seem to mind that her hand touched the back so she let her hand lie quietly. Snape turned his head away. He had her hair in front of his face. They smelled of fruit, just as he expected had. He leaned on one elbow and took the other hand one of its strands between your fingers. It was too dark to see Wanted to her, but at least she does not say anything about it.

Her hair was very soft and the hair sashayed through his fingers. He ran his whole hand through her hair and felt like she turned her head to him. A sudden desire to kiss her came over him, but he was afraid to make the whole break, so he continued playing with her hair and enjoyed that gradually more and get closer to him rue ckte until finally her head on his shoulder stood, her arm resting on his belly and deep long breaths told him that she was asleep.

He struggled even with the fatigue. He wanted to enjoy this moment full before again was over.

A bright ray of sunlight woke him again this morning and something heavy had seen to it that his shoulder was asleep. Brown hair hung down in the face and the person to whom they belonged to seemed to wake up now. Hermione stretched extensively, then she opened her eyes and was surprised at first not to be in Gryffindorschlafsaal. If they were here yesterday to sleep together? The thought it was red, but Snape had not yelled yet. She looked sleepy and her hair curled still confused than usual

By and large, she looked adorable, he noted. Only now he noticed that they were still in the clearing.

"Good morning," he said. His voice was used. Hermione smiled at him. That was a good sign. His henchmen still on her waist, as they were asleep. He consolidated his grip, his other hand stroked her cheek and pulled her closer until their noses touched. She put her arms around his neck and bridged the last two inches that separated her lips apart.

end

Baking Soda For Dyshidrotic Eczema

Groundhog Day the Bat: Part 1

Title: Groundhog Day the bat
Raiting:
12
Pairing: Severus Snape
/ Hermione Granger
Content:
Severus seen time and again the same day.


Disclaimer: All characters belong, places and spells JK Rowling.


Groundhog Day the Bat: Part 1

From one moment to the other, he opened his eyes. Only a grayish glow illuminated the room through the tiny slit between the thick brocade curtains and gave up just enough that he knew where he was. His eyes fell on the old clock right next to him on the small bedside table. It was six clock in the morning. He would need not look, his body clock had deceived him before. With one bound he got up and dressed, to then go into the adjoining room.

The table in the living room was already covered with a cup of coffee and the current edition of the Daily Prophet. "Ohm pardon, Professor, Sir. Winky is not that you are awake. Winky will disappear immediately, Sir, Professor, Sir, "said the little elf. She folded nor the cloak, he had thrown on the eve of his favorite lounge chair, and then disappeared with a soft plop.

Snape walked over to the table. He pulled his chair sullenly to the side, sat down and opened with one hand, the paper said. His gaze wandered over the headlines, while his other hand reached for the coffee cup and you unerringly to his lips and just when he felt the smooth porcelain cup disappeared the feeling of his lips. The handle of the coffee cup was broken and the cup together with scalding hot contents landed on his lap. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the scream that stuck in his throat. Between the thumb and index finger he was still holding down the handle and threw it annoyed the newspaper.

his first coffee today he would probably have to enjoy in the great hall, a steep frown sat up at the thought between his eyebrows. He got up and cleaned his clothes stained with a wave of his wand, threw himself on the long cloak and rushed through the door.

The great hall was quite empty at this hour. Only a few early risers were already sitting at the tables and enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast. Snape had just sat down and poured a cup of coffee than a smoky voice roused him from his thoughts. "Good morning, Severus," said Trelawney, and sat straight in addition to their grumpy colleagues.

He had looked up not once, and instead took a swig from his cup. "I have seen a very painful death in your near future," gushed on his cranky neighbor table. "It will happen very soon, my dear. A tragic accident magic potion, Who would have thought that sometimes fails YOU a drink. "While Trelawney told him the details of his imminent death, he permit himself to let his gaze grind a little. Flitwick listlessly poking around on his plate and Hagrid ate a pancake in a pattern that looked suspiciously like a dragon.

"Good morning, Severus," Dumbledore he heard behind him, took over the place in the middle of the table, right next to him. "You will give me please the maple syrup?", He asked the school principal. Snape gave him the pot without a word, and he not take his eyes from the Daily Prophet was that he had now opened again. "If something interesting in it," asked Dumbledore.

"I have not found anything yet," Snape said and held the newspaper towards his old friend, who accepted them with a friendly nod.

"excuse me, I have yet to make preparations for my teaching," Snape said, and left the table with these words.


***


piece he walked through the corridor. How could he just forgot the time. He quickened his pace once again, but his mind wandered again and again to this Gegenstand ab, den er für Dumbledore untersuchen sollte. Erst als er das Klassenzimmer am anderen Ende des Korridors erreicht hatte, zwang er sich, an die bevorstehende Stunde zu denken.

Er öffnete barsch die Tür und ließ sie laut wieder ins Schloss fallen. Das nervöse zusammenzucken, das wie eine Welle durch den Raum ging befriedigte ihn und die ängstlichen Gesichter in der ersten Reihe ließen seine Laune ein wenig ansteigen. Mit einem Schwung seines Zauberstabs erschien eine kurze Aufschrift an der Tafel. „Sie werden heut den Munganustrank brauen“, sagte er und blickte auf eine Reihe regloser Gesichter, während He points to the blackboard on which to the regret of the students not to read the recipe was, but only the name of the potion, "You remember hopefully in this chapter? They will work in pairs. Please take the necessary ingredients. "Snape sat at his desk and grabbed out his book on Aztec artifacts, which he had previously taken out of the library.

"Heermiine" whispered Ron to meet her after a while and looked at once again lurking at Snape, but they ignored her. Even Hermione looked up briefly and then Snape so engrossed in his book seemed unusually daring they turn around and looked at her friend questioningly. "You have to help us," Ron said pleadingly, "We are stuck at the Troll roots and do not know what comes next," he tried to explain the problem, while Harry shrugged his shoulders ignorant to what was said to confirm.

She seemed to hesitate a moment, but then she sat back down and went through the prepared ingredients. "The lupines have to be ground. It's not enough just to hack it, "she whispered, and gave the chopped flowers in the mortar. "Then you give it to the boiler and" A loud bang was behind her she can shoot like lightning back to her own table.

Snape had also jumped up and hastened with long strides to the table where Hermione had been working together with Neville. From her cauldron rose to smoke and become muddy liquid oozed out in ever larger quantities. "Miss Granger," came a hissing voice, "I thought I could trust that they could prevent this type of mishaps our changing disaster." His gaze slid to Neville, who was still holding the last ingredient, which he had been mistakenly added in the hand.

With a wave of his wand he had curbed the boiling contents of the kettle, he looked around the classroom. "Most of you are not ready yet," Snape said with a grin on his face satisfactions, "but you will make your drink now anyway. Thank them for it to Miss Granger and Mr. Longbottom. "He waited a moment until the students reluctantly packed their potions and had let her go then.

"They do not, "he said sharply, pointing his finger at Hermione and Neville," you will eliminate the chaos here. "


***


The rest of the day was quiet. The lunch he had had, as so often turn out more clearly set out already and now the hunger with a loud growling stomach felt that he decided to use the last half hour and yet still appear at dinner.

"Ah Severus, how nice that you still come," Dumbledore greeted him cheerfully at the table, whose kindness he himself only with a simple nod said. Snape ate at a huge pace and did not say a word or even lifted his gaze to his plate was empty, then he turned back to Dumbledore. "This thing," he said, lowering his voice and looked at the old school leaders to forcefully, "I noticed something that I want to show you." Dumbledore seemed to think a moment, nodded, then closed Lich. "Well, come right in my office, but think of the security arrangements," he added.

quickly just as he had come, stood up and left without a Snape to say another word the hall. He hastened with long strides down in the dungeon straight into his private laboratory. He had a strange feeling in the presence of this thing and it would certainly be best if Dumbledore again protested. His eyes searched the room until they found him. He carefully took the subject in hand, anxious runterzustreifen should not the black fiber cloth, all the magic shield the radiation, and left again to the laboratory in order to make the quickest way into the principal's office.

His pace had accelerated with every second, and let the respiration of meters to meters shallower. The weight in his hand, caused a strange feeling. He was almost there, just a corridor in front of him. At the thought his tension had dissolved a little when he suddenly realized that he rammed something big. Snape lost his footing and fell backwards. The object he had so convulsively tried to hold slipped from his grip and landed right in front of him. The cloth had slipped to the side. A bright light came from the strange rock fragments that lay between him and Longbottom. "Mr. Longbottom, "he hissed him angry on, "you do not know what they have done. They come in immediately with Dumbledore's office, "he pulled on his arm and hand with your other hand to the black fiber cloth to cover the stone again.

The light was in the same instant, blinding flash of the entire corridor. Snape had to squint, but it seemed as if it would show through his eyelids. He had the arm of the boys go again, and instead tried to shield themselves from the rays. "Professor?" He heard Long Bottom beside her call, as he would not mind the whole. Everything in his head clenched, until he finally fainted.


***


The room in which he woke up was dark. He looked up a moment, he realized that he was in his own bedroom. Had someone found him and brought here? The Clock was at point six. He set up and awaiting what would happen, but nothing happened, it felt good. Snape got up and dressed to go directly out to go to the bathroom. He found himself strongly in the mirror, but at his reflection he could see nothing unusual.

His nervousness was gone a little bit and he went into the living room adjacent to his first cup of coffee on Morning to enjoy in peace. The table in the living room was this morning with a cup of coffee and the current edition of the Daily Prophet covered. "Oh pardon, Professor, Sir. Winky is not that you are awake. Winky will disappear immediately, Professor Sir, sir, "said the little elf. They still fold the cloak together on his favorite chair and then disappeared with a faint pop. Snape went to his chair and eyed suspiciously his cloak. When he had to put down here? Maybe the coffee would do well first, then he would talk with Dumbledore.

So he sat down at the table. The newspaper he pushed today Side and just decided to only drink the coffee. He took the cup and raised it to his mouth, when the handle broke off suddenly, again. A loud scream pierced the prison walls. "Damn it! Has not this lock is only broken cups or bus type to ask me for breakfast? "Snape stood angrily from his chair, the cup slipped from his lap to the floor and rolled clattering under the sofa. He cleaned up his things and went on his way up into the great hall.

As always, it was at this time still relatively empty in the Great Hall, but for a Saturday for his taste but too full. He sat down on one of the free sites and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Good morning, Severus," he heard Trelawney's smoky voice behind him, which was now back in next. "I have a very," seen "painful death in my near future. They have already told me yesterday, "he interrupted," it apart, I doubt that such a drastic error in my potions brewing in progress. "Trelawney looked at him with open mouth Snape and gleefully drank his coffee. "Where, where?" She stammered with a confused voice, but her sullen table neighbor gave her any attention.

Flitwick listlessly poking around on his plate again and Hagrid was eating patterns in his pancakes. What would it be today? Ah, who would have thought a dragon of course. Snape leaned back in his chair and was about to grab the newspaper, when he saw the head teacher on the teacher's desk. He grinned even from remote and sit happily next to him like every morning. The good humor to follow had to take that again, that this "disaster" yesterday, but probably no worse consequences moved, nevertheless, he had about what happened yesterday to talk to him.

"What happened yesterday after I was run over this wretch Longbottom?" Snape came straight to the point without hiding who he blamed for this incident.

"Neville has run over you?", The headmaster asked him casually and shoveled the pancakes on his plate. For a moment he was no longer master of his features and saw the headmaster dumbfounded expression at.

should "mean, you know nothing about? But who I was then found, and especially where the stone now? "Well, Dumbledore was but hear everything.

"You do not mean the Aztec stone that you should investigate for me?" Said Dumbledore seriously.

Snape nodded. "I try to tell you all the time already. Last night I was on my way to you, to show you what I have discovered, Longbottom has run over me and the next thing I remember is that this morning I wake up in my bedroom again. "

Dumbledore looked at him thoughtfully. "What do you mean, last night?" He asked finally, "I gave you the stone but where only last night and you wanted to examine him today. Listen, Severus, just come to your classes in my office, then we can discuss it in peace. "

" I'm better now, "Snape said, demanding," is it apart today, Saturday and as you know I teach on Saturdays not. "

" What are you talking about? Today is Friday, "said Dumbledore, with a little concern in mitklang his voice and when he saw the confused look of his friend, he called the newspaper out from under Snape's hand and held it to him. He took the newspaper and opened it.

Daily Prophet Friday 25 July 1997, stood at the top of the first line, then his gaze slid down to the familiar headlines. "I've probably used by the newspaper yesterday," said Snape, Flitwick and ripped his hand from the Daily Prophet, who looked at him shocked, but it was the same issue as his. Confused, he dropped it and went without another word to say of the great hall.

He hastened with long strides in his rooms and tried everything from after the book he had borrowed yesterday, but he could not find it anywhere. Last night, before he went to the dinner he had left lying in the living room on the small side table. Since he was absolutely sure. He thought for a moment and decided to still look up at his office, after all, he could not recall some details of the previous evening.

The office was right next to his apartment. There was a small dark room. With a flourish of his wand he made light and looked around. From the book was no trace, but his eyes met otherwise. He rushed to the shelf on the opposite wall. In middle compartment was the Aztec stone covered with black cloth fiber. Snape stroked down the cloth, but the stone was cold and nothing indicated that he had last night released this incredible energy.

He covered him and hurried to the library. Madame Pince was sitting behind her desk and rummaged through the library file, as two hands firmly in front of her put up in the table. Startled, she sat up and looked forward to their dark counterparts, who today presented an even more harried expression on the day than usual already. "Old Aztec artifacts, I saw it yesterday on loan," he said gruffly, "it happens to someone brought back? "

" We have only a single issue of this book and was not borrowed for 50 years, "said the little woman in a serious tone. She held her head up, to look the man in front of her in the face.

"This can not be. Look it up, "he went at her with raised voice and landed a fist on the table again. Mme Pince disappeared shortly. She walked purposefully toward a row of racks in the back of the library and came back a short time later with a big old book, its cover the words Old Aztec Artifacts adorned. The librarian put it on the table and opened the cover. Right behind it put the book file.

it pulled out and her fingers wandered up to the last entry. "Amadus Prownig the book was last on 3 April 1947 on loan, "she read. Snape pulled the cards from her hand, but she was telling the truth. Why they would not have to do, nevertheless, he could remember exactly because he had borrowed the book here yesterday and had his signature placed directly under that of Prownig.

He let his eyes wander just above the desk, grabbed a pen and put his Signature to the Last, as he had already done yesterday and left the library. His head had to have time to search for the right way so his legs carrying him automatically into the dungeon, but when he wanted to turn to his office, he was the class room at the other end of the corridor. Today was really Friday? It was not possible. He walked through the corridor and opened the door. His performance was not quite as impressive as usual, he was in the potions room and stared stunned the seventh-grader at the Gryffindors.

A moment later he lock the door behind him, he had trapped again and roared with flowing cape to his desk. "You write down the exact formulation of the Munganustranks. Two rolls of parchment and Miss Granger and Mr Longbottom, they write me two additional roles that can go wrong with the addition of lupins and the consequences of the moves being taken, "he said, throwing a sharp look to Hermione and Neville .

Snape took his book out again and searched for clues that could explain what happened. He had already worked through a lot, but none of this made sense. He rubbed his tired eyes on the songs, he closed the book again and raised his Head. "Miss Granger," he went on to enraged voice, "This was intended as individual work, but if you burn so much on helping their friends, I will share her mark by three, as may make an unprecedented fast three are lousy times. I expect after dinner in my office. Because I know that Mr Potter and Mr Weasley will not stop even after the tenth criminal work, to beg for your help, I hope you change your mind next time twice. And you, "he looked at Harry and Ron," they write me five rolls of parchment, why it is important to also sometimes even to work out something in life. "

The bell rang at the end of his sentence. The students packed up and left as fast as they could affect the classroom, before Snape could seek his next victim.


***


A timid knock pierced the silence of the office. Snape was still sitting in front of his wide writing table and flipped around in old Aztec artifacts. Only when the beating became impatient after the third time he cried in a harsh tone, come in, and through the door was Hermione Granger. For a Moment he looked at her quizzically, then dropped his criminal work again. She stood in front of him, but he offered her no room instead, he read further in his book. Only when he reached the bottom of the page he finished it and looked at her. He was so absorbed in his research that he had forgotten. Now he would find a job for the small Schlaumeierin. Although he now knew what had happened to him, but not how he could make that situation reversed.

he had to make some test, but if he really had his suspicions, he was the individual tests each culminating in a day, for tomorrow Breakfast was all gone. Snape looked at the clock. It was half past nine. Maybe his little Gryffindor could be even more helpful anyway. An able assistant would save him a little time. Snape got up and went straight through a door in his lab. "Do you need an extra invitation," he snapped at her when she did not immediately followed and Hermione hurried into the next room to come. The laboratory was not large, it was clean and was illuminated by a lot of artificial light, stated Hermione.

"They will not ask questions, to shut up and do exactly I tell you. Got it? "He snapped at her. Hermione merely nodded. Snape went to a cupboard and took all sorts of ingredients that it refers to the general work surface, then he pushed Hermione three glasses with the statement that small cut. " He opened the book again beside him, laid the stone next to it and took notes.

Hermione had all small cut he had made to her and looked up now to receive your next instruction, but Snape was so engrossed in his book that he took no notice of her. She ventured a step to reach out to him, perhaps they would find out anyway even including the whole was here. The book was written before him in Subpazifischen runes. She rested her head tilted to read it more easily understandable.

"This is wrong," she said finally as she was reading his notes. Snape was startled out of his thoughts and Hermione looked at her.

"When I told them to ask questions, I also thought that they should not interfere," he hissed, but Hermione remained steadfast and was now with the index finger on his notes and then finally to the book . Her finger was on a rune. "He needs something, in the sense he is sick, but rather incomplete," she said in a tone of Snape are formally made the hair on end. Without a word he took a small book from the shelf and struck just after this rune. The little Gryffindor was right. It was boiling in him and the only thing that thought it was bearable was knowing that they would already know tomorrow morning nothing more.

He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her roughly in his direction. She winced, but not because of the bitter kind, but because of the warmth it spread to her wrist. "You know what that is?" He asked dryly. She took the stone in his hand and turned it. A fine crack splits the stone easily in the middle and on both sides was engraved with a rune.

"I've ever read," she said thoughtfully, "It is the Muaqe. A gift that every man got to his sixteenth birthday as a sign of age. It was held a great feast. That should help them with their childhood Muaqe complete and connect as a man in the new life. Symbolically, of course, "she added," some woke up the next morning and said they'd ever seen for days on the same day until they finally understood how they had could begin their new life, but that probably had more to do with the drugs, which were common at such ceremonies. "

Snape looked at her thoughtfully. "Similarly, it is also in here," saith he closed the book and show it to the cover, "And what people have made their new life begin?"

Hermione looked at him confused, "They were just wild dreams, triggered by the drugs they took to him."

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back on the other side of the desktop. From one of the drawers, he pulled a roll of parchment and gave it to Hermione. "You make me these three potions, I have to do something urgent," he said, and hastily left the laboratory.

It knocked hectic. "Come in," the old man asked the friendly and surly Potions master rushed into the principal's office.

"The stone which you have given me to study, do you know anything about him?" He came straight to the point.

"Only that it is a ritual object, therefore thou shalt indeed investigate for me, "Dumbledore told him calmly," What's going on Severus? is You seem so rushed. "

" What I've found that it is a Muaqe. "

" I know what it is, I want to learn about its impact, "interrupted the school principal. "Which I also know," murmured Snape. "Apparently I'm caught in a time warp," he said more clearly, "I do not know how or why, I just know that this stone for responsible. "

" time warp ", asked Dumbledore what Snape nodded. "From what I know now about it and what has happened so far, each additional day to be today I found what I lack 'what does that mean whatever," he said sullenly while he frantically walked up and down.

"What is it?" Hacked now Dumbledore curiously.

"I do not know," Snape admitted, "but I'm going to find it and I've also done the necessary Diagnosis potions. "

" I do not think it's something physical, "said Dumbledore said Snape's taste for it a little too wide grin," You're a healthy man, maybe you should look just treat times just a bit more fun. "

Snape stopped and looked angrily at his old friend. "Do not be silly bus," he said indignantly, but the old man still had that grin on his face and shoved him now to have a cup of tea.

Hermione had finished with the watering, there was no particularly difficult task, which it might be error-free brew already in its third year. Snape was still not back. Where was he so suddenly back and what he wanted with a Muaqe? Hermione crossed to the other side of the table to get the stone once looking at. It put a little awe in her eyes, but curiosity finally won the upper hand and she put her hands gently on him. At the same moment she realized she had stopped the air and breathed out again. "Do not be silly, Hermione," she echoed himself, "These are just stories. Even today, the Wizards do not know yet all the secrets of time, as if someone had to create over 2000 years ago such a thing? "

Where was Snape so long? She was done could they dare to just go? No, probably not, he would make you pay them and Gryffindor powerful. They cleaned up everything properly, and decided rather be in his office waiting for him. The office worked on it even more prescriptive than the previous laboratory and an unpleasant scratching spread to her neck. Maybe he had a glass of water somewhere.

She went to his desk, looked around in the cupboard, as they a dark voice in her mind broke. "Can I help you? Looking for something specific? "he asked sharply and raised an eyebrow, which emphasized his sharp gaze.

"I wish I just, I was thirsty and just wanted a drink of water," said Hermione at last.

Snape's gaze was still on her as he walked past her through a door that Hermione had not even noticed before. Was she has been there all the time? They went after him and found himself in a spacious room. In the middle stood a bed, an inviting armchair, a coffee table. He pressed a glass in hand, which she tore out of her mind and put himself on the chair. She had hesitated only a moment, then she sat on the couch. Just as she wanted to take a sip she noticed that she was holding a wine glass in hand. She sat with Snape in his living room and drank wine. A grin that could not help, she stole out and they tried to conceal with a mouthful no avail.

Snape had already taught his glass and poured off after a second. He had this miserable know-it-back to send in their tower, but instead he drank wine with her in his living room. Sure they would know in a few hours, no more of that and he would be back in the old, grumpy, obnoxious potions master and then he saw for himself on the search for what he lacked. Fun Albus had said, he had to snort at the thought. "Well, Miss Granger I've seen her work on the Veritasserum. You want to apply to Oxford for higher education in the potions? "He asked suddenly, and Hermione's head shot up instantly. She nodded and steeled herself against his attack already.

Snape gave itself the next Glass, and also made Hermione's glass full again. "They allow the entire basic course would leave out, but I am sure that no problem would be for them." His eyes were not so clear, it was the only sign that the wine slowly showed its effect. "It surprised me that it would propose the addition of blue dots, but I have gone through the whole and it inhibits the effects, in fact, a lot," he said.

"They have tried it?" Hermione asked with wide eyes and then took a swig of her hand from their glass.

Snape got up and left the room, he came back after a short time with a small bottle and held it out to Hermione. "It is blue," said the astonished.

"Yes the color was not rauszukriegen," answers her Snape. She took the bottle from his hand, with their hands touched. It was a pleasant feeling they had to find. He was warm. His hand had felt good. Why she had always thought that he would be cold.

"you can still try the" he said with a grin Wolf.

"That would suit you," she replied. She opened the bottle and turn smelled, but it smelled nothing, as expected, they made it back and handed him the bottle.

"You can have it," said Snape.

"I know that the possession of Veritasserum must be approved by the Ministry," she replied, "And you hope once again to touch his hand rang, they themselves and that's it. He reached for the bottle and their fingers touched.

you afraid to turn red, so they looked around for him not to have to look right when you suddenly let out a small cry. Hermione stood up abruptly and went to one of the shelves. "Is that it? Is that? "she stammered, and shew on the cover of a thick book. Snape had followed her when he noticed what they had to be so hysterical, he was at rest.

He never saw a man with so much enthusiasm was able to show for Françoise Laurent, except perhaps himself "This is the original by Françoise Laurent. That is the magic potion Bible. It is determined 500 years old, "she brought out at last. Hermione turned around and the adorable expression on her face, would he almost breath away. He was aware that he had drunk too much, but considering the situation he could not care. "May I look at it myself again?" She asked.

He produced only a mere nod, in the same moment his hands were already on their shoulders and leaned it against the shelf. A hand stroked her hair to the side. "Sure," he said. His warm breath touched her skin and let your hair sit up. Her knees reminded strongly of pudding. Snape carefully placed his lips on hers, which she promptly opened her mouth a piece of his tongue and he sent a reconnaissance mission. What are you doing damn?, He heard his own voice in his head. She is your student. Yes, and tomorrow we all will never happen, it's just a harmless kiss and Albus is said but even I need a bit more fun.

His tongue penetrated deeper into her and stroked her. It was soft and she tasted indescribably good. Hermione was talking to one arm firmly around his support among their soft Kien not to lose, but he seemed firmly in control to have. That was incredible. She did not even happen like that could do what she did right here, only that it was just indescribable.

He had drained from her. The glass she had in her hand was empty. He had gone to an adjoining room and came back with a second bottle of wine. Hermione had taken the old book from the shelf and leafed through it fascinating, while they themselves ever fell to the ground without realizing it. The book ended up on her lap. He could not suppress a grin at the sight. Her glass was full again and he knelt down to her. She looked up and saw him with a disbelieving look in his eyes. She had something about him that in him again the need to kiss it caused.

He leaned over to her before and the next moment he was back in his bed. His eyes were sleepy, and he felt like he had just woken up. The new morning was there or was it perhaps just all a terrible dream? Snape stood up and trot to the bathroom still drowsy. Was this really happening? It felt so far not as if it had happened only a few minutes.

To be continued ...