The life Hermione Jean Granger knew changed the day she received her letter to Hogwarts. Four years later, it's about to change again. Secrets which have been kept hidden from her all her life are about to be revealed. Power which she had been denie...
Just as Lucius was her Godfather, Severus was apparently Draco's. And if Draco looked up to their Potions Master with reverence then he couldn't be too bad, right?
Right?
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15 | P R O G R E S S | Pt. 2
The dungeons felt colder than usual that evening when she stood before the closed door to the potions classroom. Her arm was raised, her fist clenched, with all intentions to knock and yet she had frozen before her hand could make contact.
'You can do this', she tried to bolster herself and yet even the voice in her head didn't sound confident.
'Fuck it,' she thought again and with a heavy sigh, knocked loudly on the door.
The door slowly swung open to reveal Severus Snape sitting at his desk, wand in hand, as he magically unlocked the door.
"Well," his baritone echoed through the space. "Do you intend to stand there all evening?"
In response Hermione stepped into the room, only to have the door slam shut behind her. The lock clicking into place.
She had left her bag back in her common room and had changed into regular clothes. However, her denim jeans and light sweater seemed entirely I'll-fitting to the temperature of the room. Her body involuntarily trembled slightly and she wasn't entirely sure if it was due to the cold or the presence of the man before her.
Severus noticed. For very little escaped his notice and with another flick of his wand, the room became marginally warmer.
She wanted to thank him, but words were lost to her at that moment. Instead, she stood and observed him as if he were a predator about to pounce. In a way she supposed he was, only his target was going to her mind and not her body.
A shame really.
Shaking that thought from her head, she stood and waited for him to begin their lesson.
"I'm going to assume that you have done research into Occlumency in your own time?" He questioned as he stood from his chair and moved himself to stand within a few feet of her.
Hermione nodded. Knowing that Occulmency was going to be her only way to remain sane meant that she had devoured all knowledge on the subject that she had managed to get her hands on.
