Yes, yes, I know. It's completely different than my Ron and Hermione fic. But I sort of have a guilty pleasure for reading these. I don't know why, but I do. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.
"Do watch where you're going, Granger."
I blushed furiously as I bent to gather my fallen books I had just gotten from Diagon Alley.
"Sorry, Professor," I muttered. He brushed past, his black cloak billowing out behind him.
I stood just as Ginny rounded the corner, her own arms laden with books and new robes.
"What's up with you?" Ginny asked as I opened the door. I let her go first and I followed.
"I ran into Snape," I said, shutting the door behind me. I dumped my books on to my bed and sank onto the bed.
"As in…literally ran into Snape?" Ginny asked, hands on her hips and eyebrows high.
Ginny let out a low whistled and hopped onto her own bed. "Good thing we aren't in school or you'd have had detention for a month!"
I cringed. Detention? For a month? With Snape? I shuddered again.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Ginny said, "Mum wanted me to tell you that McGonagall wants to talk to you. They're in the kitchen."
I got up, nodded, and left, taking my time as I walked down the stairs of Grimmauld Place, looking at all the beheaded house-elves on the wall. It was disgusting, seeing them hung up like that. The current one should've been up there a long time ago. Or so Ron said. But it didn't matter, Kreature was missing in any case. Probably still with Bellatrix. I just wished he hadn't betrayed Sirius.
But then again, I also couldn't exactly blame him. Kreature was nice to people who were nice to him, and Sirius was far from nice to Kreature. Dumbledore warned us to be nice to Kreature, and I guess he was right. As always.
I sighed and pushed open the door to the kitchen and found Professor McGonagall standing with her back to me as she stood over the roaring fire, a silver goblet in her hand. Mrs. Weasley bustled around, preparing dinner.
"Miss Granger," McGonagall greeted me. "Please sit. I wish to discuss something with you."
I took a seat and she sat across from me, setting her goblet beside her.
"Miss Granger," she said again, leaning on her elbows, "Professor Snape is in dire need of an assistant for a potion he must make. I do not know what potion it is, so do not ask me. What is more, he wishes you to be his assistant. It would also be for the full year, not a mere few weeks or months. It would cut into your studies and free time, as well."
"But..why?" I blurted out and hten I felt myself redden.
McGonagall gave me a rare smile and said, "Because you would be on hand at all times, he would not have to get accommodations for you, and it would be free for him, as you would require no pay. And because you are the only one capable of such things."
I frowned. Me? Work for Snape? He had never made it a secret of his dislike for me, the whole school knew he did not like me, always calling me and "insufferable know-it-all".
"Miss Granger, are you up for the task at hand?" McGonagall asked, cutting into my thoughts.
Well, I would learn so much about potions. More than I could ever dare dream. But I would be holed up for hours on end with Snape, the Dungeon Bat. And for a whole year at that.
"I am," I replied, my voice sounding stronger than I felt.
"We start the day classes begin," came Snape's voice from behind me, causing me to jump. "No dawdling, Miss Granger. You are to tell no one of what you are doing besides helping me with a potion, understand? I expect to see you at seven o'clock sharp."
He left and I sighed.
What have I gotten myself into?
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