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averygoodun42So smut is hard to write. Why is such a simple thing so hard to write? Granted I could just do the insert tab A into slot B thing, but judging by all the discussions, that is one of the keys to writing really bad smut. I s'pose I could always combine the two Moste Grievous Sins and use incredibly florid language to describe the insertion of tab into slot, but two wrongs don't make a right, and besides which, it's been done to death.
Sigh.
Ach well. Maybe it'll be alright in the end.
Snape's Journal
Jan. 18, 1998
I'm beginning to wonder about Miss Granger's intelligence. Her friends are so completely clueless that I don't know how she manages to put up with them.
Maybe it would be better to talk to Minerva about Granger. She, at least, can sort the insults from the advice.
Twits.
/entry
The halls were surprisingly empty for a weekend morning, but she imagined that everybody was in the Great Hall enjoying breakfast, or in their beds, as she would like to be, having a nice lie in.
As she strode forward at a good clip, she thought carefully about how to approach Snape. She couldn’t just barge into his office and say, Right then, I thought about it and as long as you keep your promise to me and my dad, I’ll be your wife. He would laugh her out of the school. No, she needed to approach him with a touch more subtlety.
Coming down the stairs, she caught sight of Professor Dumbledore ascending them. Words from Snape’s letter came to her mind and she smiled brightly at the aged wizard, thanking the fates that she had run into him.
“Miss Granger. How goes everything this fine morn'?” Dumbledore asked, his twinkle terribly prominent.
“Professor Dumbledore, I was wondering if I could have a word with you concerning Professor Snape?”
“Of course, my dear. Would this classroom be amenable?” he said, waving to an unused room next to them.
“Perfect,” she said, smiling.
He allowed her to enter the room first, then sat down on the edge of the desk, waiting for her to start. She paced in front of the desk for a couple rounds before gathering the right words.
“In the note Professor Snape sent to me after the incident in class on Friday, he said you mentioned a “convergence of energy.” What is that?”
Dumbledore smiled merrily. “I was wondering when you would ask me that. It’s rather simple, really. It’s a phenomenon that happens when two powerful people are thinking the same thing at the same time and catch each other’s eye.”
“That’s happened tons of times with my friends, but I’ve never... it’s never created a link like that before.”
“Ah, well, that’s because none of you are Legilimens.”
“Which is why he entered my head, but I didn’t enter his?”
“Exactly! And, although this is just a theory of mine, I expect the reason you both reacted so forcefully in a physical manner was because only half a connection was made, thereby limiting the phenomenon to play out. I expect that only Professor Snape’s strength of mind allowed you two to break the connection at all without it playing out fully.”
“I don’t understand why it isn’t more common. Surely there are quite a few Legilimens around? I would think it would happen all the time.”
“Ah, there’s the crux of the matter. Well, you see it only occurs at the Vernal Equinox at the beginning of each precessional epoch, so really, even though it was terribly uncomfortable, you were very fortunate to have experienced such a rarity.”
Hermione paused, dumbfounded, for a moment before saying, “You’re making this up.”
“Indubitably,” Dumbledore answered cheerfully. Hermione blinked.
“So what’s the real explanation for what happened, sir?” she asked, rather annoyed.
“My guess is that Severus’ desire to know overwhelmed his control at a subconscious level, and he performed a crude version of the Legilimens spell on you.”
“Just as he guessed," she mused. "But why didn’t you tell him he was right? And why did we react to the spell physically?”
Dumbledore's twinkle dimmed as he became quite serious. “I doubt even you would have told Severus he was to blame at that time. He was so miserable and guilt-ridden as it was. Telling him it was actually his fault would have only served to send him over the brink. He doesn’t need that right now. When he’s in a better place, then I’ll tell him.” Dumbledore looked at her rather sternly making sure she understood she wasn’t to tell him either.
“As for your reactions, I suspect that because the spell was on the subconscious level, he had no control over it. It’s very much like the magic young witches and wizards do before they have a wand to channel their energy, only even more powerful since he’s usually so very disciplined.”
“So he wanted to know why I had cried so much that he was subconsciously willing to pin me down to find out?” Hermione was rather appalled. She had believed it was purely an accident.
Dumbledore sighed, looking old. “Yes, it seems so. But, to Severus’ credit, as soon as he realized what he was doing he immediately took control again and stopped.”
“But that means he’s lost control and harmed me twice. How can I trust him if he’s prone to losing control around me like that?”
Dumbledore smiled kindly. “I imagine his control issues are stress related, much as your recent behavior has been. However, there will be no reason for you to be concerned about trusting him until he can prove himself worthy of you.” Dumbledore smiled as Hermione gasped.
“How did you know? You can’t be omniscient, can you?”
His mustache crept up his face a little more as his smile broadened. “I most certainly could be! But in this case, I have my sources.”
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then relaxed and rolled her eyes. “The Fat Lady.”
“Indeed! You are clever, aren’t you?” Hermione bit her lip to prevent the sharp retort she wanted to make, contenting herself with a mild shrug.
“So what should I do?”
“That, my dear, is up to you. Just remember that for all intents and purposes the slip in the classroom was an accident. He may be to blame, but it was not on purpose.”
“That doesn’t excuse it.”
“I did not say that it did. Although I wanted to spare him the burden of guilt, that’s not the reason he wasn’t punished. The real reason was because you chose not to report it.”
Dumbledore got up while Hermione digested that fact. “And now I believe I am needed in the North Tower. It seems that Peeves has taken to using Professor Trelawney’s bangles in a most inappropriate manner.”
Sigh.
Ach well. Maybe it'll be alright in the end.
Snape's Journal
Jan. 18, 1998
I'm beginning to wonder about Miss Granger's intelligence. Her friends are so completely clueless that I don't know how she manages to put up with them.
Maybe it would be better to talk to Minerva about Granger. She, at least, can sort the insults from the advice.
Twits.
/entry
The halls were surprisingly empty for a weekend morning, but she imagined that everybody was in the Great Hall enjoying breakfast, or in their beds, as she would like to be, having a nice lie in.
As she strode forward at a good clip, she thought carefully about how to approach Snape. She couldn’t just barge into his office and say, Right then, I thought about it and as long as you keep your promise to me and my dad, I’ll be your wife. He would laugh her out of the school. No, she needed to approach him with a touch more subtlety.
Coming down the stairs, she caught sight of Professor Dumbledore ascending them. Words from Snape’s letter came to her mind and she smiled brightly at the aged wizard, thanking the fates that she had run into him.
“Miss Granger. How goes everything this fine morn'?” Dumbledore asked, his twinkle terribly prominent.
“Professor Dumbledore, I was wondering if I could have a word with you concerning Professor Snape?”
“Of course, my dear. Would this classroom be amenable?” he said, waving to an unused room next to them.
“Perfect,” she said, smiling.
He allowed her to enter the room first, then sat down on the edge of the desk, waiting for her to start. She paced in front of the desk for a couple rounds before gathering the right words.
“In the note Professor Snape sent to me after the incident in class on Friday, he said you mentioned a “convergence of energy.” What is that?”
Dumbledore smiled merrily. “I was wondering when you would ask me that. It’s rather simple, really. It’s a phenomenon that happens when two powerful people are thinking the same thing at the same time and catch each other’s eye.”
“That’s happened tons of times with my friends, but I’ve never... it’s never created a link like that before.”
“Ah, well, that’s because none of you are Legilimens.”
“Which is why he entered my head, but I didn’t enter his?”
“Exactly! And, although this is just a theory of mine, I expect the reason you both reacted so forcefully in a physical manner was because only half a connection was made, thereby limiting the phenomenon to play out. I expect that only Professor Snape’s strength of mind allowed you two to break the connection at all without it playing out fully.”
“I don’t understand why it isn’t more common. Surely there are quite a few Legilimens around? I would think it would happen all the time.”
“Ah, there’s the crux of the matter. Well, you see it only occurs at the Vernal Equinox at the beginning of each precessional epoch, so really, even though it was terribly uncomfortable, you were very fortunate to have experienced such a rarity.”
Hermione paused, dumbfounded, for a moment before saying, “You’re making this up.”
“Indubitably,” Dumbledore answered cheerfully. Hermione blinked.
“So what’s the real explanation for what happened, sir?” she asked, rather annoyed.
“My guess is that Severus’ desire to know overwhelmed his control at a subconscious level, and he performed a crude version of the Legilimens spell on you.”
“Just as he guessed," she mused. "But why didn’t you tell him he was right? And why did we react to the spell physically?”
Dumbledore's twinkle dimmed as he became quite serious. “I doubt even you would have told Severus he was to blame at that time. He was so miserable and guilt-ridden as it was. Telling him it was actually his fault would have only served to send him over the brink. He doesn’t need that right now. When he’s in a better place, then I’ll tell him.” Dumbledore looked at her rather sternly making sure she understood she wasn’t to tell him either.
“As for your reactions, I suspect that because the spell was on the subconscious level, he had no control over it. It’s very much like the magic young witches and wizards do before they have a wand to channel their energy, only even more powerful since he’s usually so very disciplined.”
“So he wanted to know why I had cried so much that he was subconsciously willing to pin me down to find out?” Hermione was rather appalled. She had believed it was purely an accident.
Dumbledore sighed, looking old. “Yes, it seems so. But, to Severus’ credit, as soon as he realized what he was doing he immediately took control again and stopped.”
“But that means he’s lost control and harmed me twice. How can I trust him if he’s prone to losing control around me like that?”
Dumbledore smiled kindly. “I imagine his control issues are stress related, much as your recent behavior has been. However, there will be no reason for you to be concerned about trusting him until he can prove himself worthy of you.” Dumbledore smiled as Hermione gasped.
“How did you know? You can’t be omniscient, can you?”
His mustache crept up his face a little more as his smile broadened. “I most certainly could be! But in this case, I have my sources.”
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then relaxed and rolled her eyes. “The Fat Lady.”
“Indeed! You are clever, aren’t you?” Hermione bit her lip to prevent the sharp retort she wanted to make, contenting herself with a mild shrug.
“So what should I do?”
“That, my dear, is up to you. Just remember that for all intents and purposes the slip in the classroom was an accident. He may be to blame, but it was not on purpose.”
“That doesn’t excuse it.”
“I did not say that it did. Although I wanted to spare him the burden of guilt, that’s not the reason he wasn’t punished. The real reason was because you chose not to report it.”
Dumbledore got up while Hermione digested that fact. “And now I believe I am needed in the North Tower. It seems that Peeves has taken to using Professor Trelawney’s bangles in a most inappropriate manner.”
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Date: 2005-11-18 07:23 pm (UTC)Yes, I believe you're right on writing smut. It truly takes a talent, imho. It's not my favorite thing to write and it's hard to make it sound like it's not a cookie cutout of every other bit 'o smut out there. Good luck, though!
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Date: 2005-11-18 07:41 pm (UTC)