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The Prince's Wood
Here are a few more drabbles. Part one is here.
Still PG.
Still Drama/suspense, though I'll be adding to that list soonish.
Word count is 100 x 6 + a few (the last one ran over.)
The first week was the worst. She was in constant fear that Snape would return and do... something. He said she would be safe, but she didn't know if that was a blanket statement, or if it was just that she'd be safe from Voldemort.
She was also worried about Harry. She didn't think it was just hubris that made her think he was vulnerable without her. She hoped Ron would keep him from doing something rash, though it seemed rather much to expect.
But, worst of all, she was smarting over having been outsmarted. Or having been so dumb.
~8~
It had been a simple trap; she should have seen through it. She shouldn't have trusted anybody and made sure Harry and Ron didn't either. Although that was easier said than done when it came to their friends.
But when Percy's message came with a plea for reconciliation, only Mad Eye had been completely against it. They'd all treated it with a grain of salt, but when the meeting was to take place in Gringotts, well...
Bill told them it was safe.
Hermione was grateful that she'd seen Harry and Ron escape. Even if she hadn't been so lucky herself.
~8~
By the time seven days had passed, Hermione had cried herself out. She was still worried about what Snape might want with her, but she had accepted that there was little she could do about it. She was mildly grateful that the room was quite comfortably set up. There was even hot water for bathing.
She was reading by the fire when she felt the tingle of someone's magic nearby. Instantly on guard, she took the tome and moved to the door, prepared to attack whoever came through.
When Snape stepped through the doorway, she brought the book down hard.
~8~
Hermione had never encountered any mention of a magical shield that deflected physical assault, so she was unprepared when the book rebounded off of Snape, throwing her halfway across the room.
"Idiot girl!" Snape growled as he advanced on her. "Did you really think I would be unprepared?"
Hermione got up slowly, rubbing her tender backside. "Well, you might have been anyone!"
Snape snorted ill-temperedly. "I told you, I am the only one who knows of this place."
"And I trust you because...?"
Snape scowled and flicked his wand, binding Hermione in magical rope.
"Because I'm all you've got."
~8~
To her surprise, Snape didn't advance on her, but set about withdrawing miniaturized bags of groceries from his cloak pocket. A wave of the wand and all the supplies flew into their spots in the pantry, nice and neat.
That done, Snape looked around the room. His eyes fell on the book Hermione had been reading, and his mouth thinned seeing it lying open on the floor, face down.
Picking it up and smoothing the bent pages tenderly, he glowered at Hermione.
Hermione bit her lip.
"You do not want to make me angry," he stated coolly, and then left.
~8~
Hermione struggled with the magical ropes for two hours before giving in and calling on the house-elf.
"Help?" she said to the room at large. "Someone?"
The crack of Apparition was so loud, Hermione stumbled and fell down.
The house-elf looked on in muted amusement.
Hermione waited for the elf to say something obsequious, but the creature just stared at her. Finally, losing patience, Hermione said, "Would you please unbind me?"
The elf snapped his fingers, making the ropes vanish. Hermione got to her feet again and nodded. "Thank you."
Without a word, the house-elf bowed again and vanished with a crack.
Part Three
Still PG.
Still Drama/suspense, though I'll be adding to that list soonish.
Word count is 100 x 6 + a few (the last one ran over.)
The first week was the worst. She was in constant fear that Snape would return and do... something. He said she would be safe, but she didn't know if that was a blanket statement, or if it was just that she'd be safe from Voldemort.
She was also worried about Harry. She didn't think it was just hubris that made her think he was vulnerable without her. She hoped Ron would keep him from doing something rash, though it seemed rather much to expect.
But, worst of all, she was smarting over having been outsmarted. Or having been so dumb.
It had been a simple trap; she should have seen through it. She shouldn't have trusted anybody and made sure Harry and Ron didn't either. Although that was easier said than done when it came to their friends.
But when Percy's message came with a plea for reconciliation, only Mad Eye had been completely against it. They'd all treated it with a grain of salt, but when the meeting was to take place in Gringotts, well...
Bill told them it was safe.
Hermione was grateful that she'd seen Harry and Ron escape. Even if she hadn't been so lucky herself.
By the time seven days had passed, Hermione had cried herself out. She was still worried about what Snape might want with her, but she had accepted that there was little she could do about it. She was mildly grateful that the room was quite comfortably set up. There was even hot water for bathing.
She was reading by the fire when she felt the tingle of someone's magic nearby. Instantly on guard, she took the tome and moved to the door, prepared to attack whoever came through.
When Snape stepped through the doorway, she brought the book down hard.
Hermione had never encountered any mention of a magical shield that deflected physical assault, so she was unprepared when the book rebounded off of Snape, throwing her halfway across the room.
"Idiot girl!" Snape growled as he advanced on her. "Did you really think I would be unprepared?"
Hermione got up slowly, rubbing her tender backside. "Well, you might have been anyone!"
Snape snorted ill-temperedly. "I told you, I am the only one who knows of this place."
"And I trust you because...?"
Snape scowled and flicked his wand, binding Hermione in magical rope.
"Because I'm all you've got."
To her surprise, Snape didn't advance on her, but set about withdrawing miniaturized bags of groceries from his cloak pocket. A wave of the wand and all the supplies flew into their spots in the pantry, nice and neat.
That done, Snape looked around the room. His eyes fell on the book Hermione had been reading, and his mouth thinned seeing it lying open on the floor, face down.
Picking it up and smoothing the bent pages tenderly, he glowered at Hermione.
Hermione bit her lip.
"You do not want to make me angry," he stated coolly, and then left.
Hermione struggled with the magical ropes for two hours before giving in and calling on the house-elf.
"Help?" she said to the room at large. "Someone?"
The crack of Apparition was so loud, Hermione stumbled and fell down.
The house-elf looked on in muted amusement.
Hermione waited for the elf to say something obsequious, but the creature just stared at her. Finally, losing patience, Hermione said, "Would you please unbind me?"
The elf snapped his fingers, making the ropes vanish. Hermione got to her feet again and nodded. "Thank you."
Without a word, the house-elf bowed again and vanished with a crack.
Part Three