Hermione is a Potions Mistress Quiz
mollyssister sent me today's quiz to post as she had something come up unexpectedly. She did all the work, as usual; I'm just posting it for her. *squishes mollyssister*
What happens with the smartest witch in ages turns her attention towards her career? Sometimes Hermione becomes a Potions Mistress, following in the steps of her lover and former professor. This week's quiz finds Hermione a Potions Mistress struggling (naked?) with her mentor.
Pull up a seat my friends the weekly quizzes are back!
Match the story to the quote:
I Have a Secret by ladyofthemasque
Fallingby warded_portal
The Potions Mistress by a_bees_buzz (WIP)
From What I’ve Tasted of Desire by lady_rhian
To Kill A Mocking Bird by Poemomm
A Living Hell by soul_bound_8686 (WIP? Abandoned?)
Mind Blowing Bubbles by deemichelle
Tranny by Moriasfate
Concupiscenceby The Grim (WIP? Abandoned?)
Wicked Wizardy by GoddessByline
Enraptured by sshg316
What E’er is Promised by deeble
Into The North by Kailin
1. Hermione had begun her studies at the Magical University in London and had needed a part-time job - so he had hired her as a brewer. It was a mutually beneficial relationship, and she - much like the continuing Order meetings - had provided him with companionship and friendship.
It had been Hermione’s idea, of course, for him to attend the monthly meetings of the Order of the Phoenix. Severus had balked at first, stating he had no desire to attend and that no one but her, and perhaps Miss Lovegood, would want him there. The two young witches had insisted, however, that his presence was requested, and so, after much discussion, he had attended the first meeting. What he had found there were people who trusted him. They knew him; they knew what he stood for, the terrible sacrifices he had made, and whilst everyone might not like him, they respected him. He now attended each meeting without fail. That ragtag group of people was more of a family to him than his parents had ever been, and although he would never publicly admit to it, he enjoyed the time spent catching up on each other’s lives.
Overall, he was content with his life. There was only one small dark spot in the brightness of his days - Hermione’s relationship with Ron Weasley.
2. Harry’s brow furrowed as he considered the implications. “Are you saying someone’s been killing off Potion Masters?”
“No. They’ve all died of natural causes. But they aren’t being replaced. There hasn’t been a new Potion Master named since the 1970s.”
“So what does that mean?”
“There have always been twenty-five, ever since the Guild was founded in the eighth century.” She took a sip of her drink and nodded her thanks as Charlie topped up her glass. “And here’s another thing. The Guild Hall itself is a powerful magical object, kind of like the way that Hogwarts Castle is. Well, they keep telling us that the Hall has been losing its powers for centuries, but it hasn’t. I checked the accounts of Ascension Rites….”
“What are those?” Harry fired off his questions as if Hermione were a suspect. There were times when Hermione wondered if being an Auror wasn’t making Harry a bit paranoid.
3. Even with the permit, however, Muggles did not immediately take to potions. Muggles, in fact, thought her “health drinks” a load of rot - or at least the ones who ran food stores did, and they were the important Muggles to convince.
After she was turned away the tenth time, she grimly Apparated back to her warehouse and tried to work out the solution to this new wrinkle. Slytherin guile's not the answer here, she thought with a sigh. I don't want to trick people into buying my products.
She chewed at a hangnail for a moment, contemplating House characteristics, when it occurred to her that perhaps a bit of guile was what the doctor ordered. Not to promise things she couldn't deliver - no, to stop promising everything she could.
No more toting samples of a dozen potions at once. Of course store owners would look askance at that; she must appear some sort of quack. She'd have to pick one and start there.
Pepperup was the obvious choice, but she wouldn't offer it up as the cure for colds that it was. “Eases cold symptoms quickly” - that might do it.
She pulled out her wand and began reworking her brochures.
4. Behind me, I had one of those weeks… You know the kind that is filled with events you just want to file away as soon as possible under the label ‘Unwanted Life Experiences’, and then forget they ever happened. I will not bother you with details, but let us just say that the life of a Potion Mistress can at times be a very hectic lifestyle between the more mundane events like cauldron meltdowns and boring staff meetings.
I had Apparated here less than an hour ago and tomorrow was the day for our Ten-Year Reunion Party after graduating from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I more or less felt I had managed to get through the week in one piece, not that I could say the same for my some of my students, while managing to make all the necessary preparations for this trip. I was tired... so tired!
It was late, and I knew I ought to get in bed and try to get some much-needed rest. The Apparition from Brazil, where I currently held a professorship and taught potions at San Paulo Escola de Bruxaria, had drained me thoroughly. However, I was strung out and too tense to consider going to bed yet, so instead I decided to take a stroll down to the lake.
5. He noticed the dried white stains on the duvet and sighed, thinking that he would have to get Pimsy, their only house elf, to come into the room to clean, as much as the poor elf feared this particular room.
A cool hand wrapping around his balls made him jump, and with a snarl he threw the duvet back to meet the amber eyes of his wife of twelve years.
"Hermione, really...he isn't going to rise from the dead!" Severus snarled in that authoritative 'I'm the Potions Master' voice. The thing was...she was a Potions Mistress, so his tone of voice had little affect, but Hermione Snape let her husband's burgeoning erection slip from her mouth with an audible 'pop.' Gazing up at her husband's pale chest to meet his eyes, she tried to seem as innocent has possible.
"Good morning, husband."
"Aren't you in the least bit sore? Tired? And/or satiated enough?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and crawled up her husband's body to press her dripping center against his erection. "I thought it would be nice to repay you a bit for last night."
6. Snape began to understand why, in searching for the staircase that lead to the library, he'd found himself in the hall outside the staff room. This was the second time this month the castle had gone out of its way to direct him where it believed he was needed. The first had been an ugly dust up between two prefects. This situation seemed infinitely more complex. She was sitting in the overstuffed wing back chair by the window, his traditional place of refuge, with her hands wrapped around a huge mug of what appeared to be hot chocolate.
And wonder of wonders, she was sniffling.
7. The Aurors are looking for him, but he’s nowhere to be found. The man is like a clockwork, Hermione,” Albus added dryly. “The week before the students arrive, all the teachers gather at Hogwarts to go over their syllabi for the new year, to prepare their classrooms, to order supplies, and to help me compose the course schedules and House-pairings. Every year, Severus has showed up on the dot, sneering and snarling as usual, but I can tell he enjoys his job, despite the, ah, ‘dunderheads’ he has to deal with every year… That he hasn’t come back this year is of grave concern. I need you to teach his Potions classes, until he can be found. You’re more than capable.”
“I…see.” I rubbed at the flat spot above and between my breasts, my palm sliding over the knit cotton of my tee. My heart still hurt. Snape, missing? Possibly in danger? “You’re got people trying to find him?”
8. Annoyed, he bent over and picked up the blown papers. The heading of one caught his eye immediately:
Curriculum Vitae
Hermione Jane Granger
Born 19 September, 1979
Completed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1998, fully qualified by standard examination in eleven areas
Curious to see just how the woman had wasted her time since leaving Hogwarts, Snape began to read. It took only seconds for his jaw to drop.
Received Master’s Level Certification in Potions, 2001; Private Tutorial with Ravinius Dillweed (MLC, 1944), London, British Isles;
Granger was a Potions Master? She was his bloody peer? Severus was stunned, if only because he was certain none of his former students would ever have expressed interest in Potions Certification. A few years of his classes were generally enough to discourage even the most promising. And as for Ravinius Dillweed, Snape couldn’t believe that the old fossil was still around, much less up to teaching Master Classes... He let his eyes travel down the page.
Received Master’s Level Certification in Charms, 2004; Private Tutorial with Edina Cockerell (MLC 1951), London, British Isles;
And a Charms Master? It crossed his mind that perhaps the obnoxious little overachiever had tried to obtain Master Certification in every last subject she’d ever studied, but then the list of her past jobs began.
2004: Appointed Director of Developmental Potions Research, Maxwell Magical Pharmaceuticals, London, British Isles;
2006: Appointed Director of newly created Department of Charm Innovation and Standardization, Ministry of Magic, London, British Isles;
2008: Appointed to Broomstick Quality Control Project, Ontario, Canada;
2009: Appointed to Textbook Editing Commission, Ontario, Canada;
2010: Appointed to Magical Creature Restraint Office, Ontario, Canada;
2011: Appointed to Department of Magical Patents, Ontario, Canada
Married to Ronald B. Weasley, 2004 - 2008, no children
References available upon request
9. Hermione pulled a jar of peanut butter down from one of the top cupboards in the kitchen. She grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the jar. Nothing could beat the taste of fresh peanut butter straight out of the jar.
Yes, a well deserved holiday.
Just as she bent over the counter to look at her new rug, she heard the tell-tale *crack* of someone Apparating in.
"You must be joking," a deep voice intoned.
Ahh, yes. She knew that voice.
"Severus." She hopped off the counter and walked over to greet the Potions master who was standing in her sitting room.
"Please tell me that there are wards ..."
"Yes, there are," she chuckled. "Very elaborate ones, at that. But they let certain people in." A smile twitched at her mouth, wanting to be released.
"And I am a safe person?" he asked in a low tone.
Hermione bit her lip. Damn the man, arriving here in his black and white resplendent glory. The long eyelashes that framed those piercing eyes were cast low, gazing at her petite form. He was so much taller than she was, not that that made a difference. He was imposing and his frame was powerful. And he, the sanctimonious bastard, knew it.
"Yes, you are," she summoned words. "Are you here to chide me over going to speak at that blasted conference?"
"Yes," he said.”
10. But then, about three weeks before the start of his fourth year back at Hogwarts, his peaceful life had been turned upside down by four little words: Hermione Granger, Potions Mistress. Minerva had dropped the bomb in what he’d thought to be a routine staff meeting.
“We’ve not had a decent Potions professor since Severus took up the Defense post,” she’d said. “Miss Granger spent two years at Muggle University and the last year apprenticing under Master Jigger to earn her degree in Potions. She’s well qualified, and any of you who remember her as a student know what a dedicated worker she is. She’ll be a wonderful addition to our staff this coming year.”
Severus had only been able to swallow thickly against the bile rising in his throat.
He remembered her, all right. Most unfortunately, he remembered her. He would have been happy to go on forgetting she and her little band of Gryffindor Saints existed. But, no, she would be there at Hogwarts in three weeks time, such a wonderful addition to the staff… reminding him daily of the pain he was trying so hard to let go of. He wasn’t able to look at her objectively. When he thought of Granger, he thought of Potter. When he thought of Potter, he couldn’t help but think of every horrible moment of his life.
What happens with the smartest witch in ages turns her attention towards her career? Sometimes Hermione becomes a Potions Mistress, following in the steps of her lover and former professor. This week's quiz finds Hermione a Potions Mistress struggling (naked?) with her mentor.
Pull up a seat my friends the weekly quizzes are back!
Match the story to the quote:
I Have a Secret by ladyofthemasque
Fallingby warded_portal
The Potions Mistress by a_bees_buzz (WIP)
From What I’ve Tasted of Desire by lady_rhian
To Kill A Mocking Bird by Poemomm
A Living Hell by soul_bound_8686 (WIP? Abandoned?)
Mind Blowing Bubbles by deemichelle
Tranny by Moriasfate
Concupiscenceby The Grim (WIP? Abandoned?)
Wicked Wizardy by GoddessByline
Enraptured by sshg316
What E’er is Promised by deeble
Into The North by Kailin
1. Hermione had begun her studies at the Magical University in London and had needed a part-time job - so he had hired her as a brewer. It was a mutually beneficial relationship, and she - much like the continuing Order meetings - had provided him with companionship and friendship.
It had been Hermione’s idea, of course, for him to attend the monthly meetings of the Order of the Phoenix. Severus had balked at first, stating he had no desire to attend and that no one but her, and perhaps Miss Lovegood, would want him there. The two young witches had insisted, however, that his presence was requested, and so, after much discussion, he had attended the first meeting. What he had found there were people who trusted him. They knew him; they knew what he stood for, the terrible sacrifices he had made, and whilst everyone might not like him, they respected him. He now attended each meeting without fail. That ragtag group of people was more of a family to him than his parents had ever been, and although he would never publicly admit to it, he enjoyed the time spent catching up on each other’s lives.
Overall, he was content with his life. There was only one small dark spot in the brightness of his days - Hermione’s relationship with Ron Weasley.
2. Harry’s brow furrowed as he considered the implications. “Are you saying someone’s been killing off Potion Masters?”
“No. They’ve all died of natural causes. But they aren’t being replaced. There hasn’t been a new Potion Master named since the 1970s.”
“So what does that mean?”
“There have always been twenty-five, ever since the Guild was founded in the eighth century.” She took a sip of her drink and nodded her thanks as Charlie topped up her glass. “And here’s another thing. The Guild Hall itself is a powerful magical object, kind of like the way that Hogwarts Castle is. Well, they keep telling us that the Hall has been losing its powers for centuries, but it hasn’t. I checked the accounts of Ascension Rites….”
“What are those?” Harry fired off his questions as if Hermione were a suspect. There were times when Hermione wondered if being an Auror wasn’t making Harry a bit paranoid.
3. Even with the permit, however, Muggles did not immediately take to potions. Muggles, in fact, thought her “health drinks” a load of rot - or at least the ones who ran food stores did, and they were the important Muggles to convince.
After she was turned away the tenth time, she grimly Apparated back to her warehouse and tried to work out the solution to this new wrinkle. Slytherin guile's not the answer here, she thought with a sigh. I don't want to trick people into buying my products.
She chewed at a hangnail for a moment, contemplating House characteristics, when it occurred to her that perhaps a bit of guile was what the doctor ordered. Not to promise things she couldn't deliver - no, to stop promising everything she could.
No more toting samples of a dozen potions at once. Of course store owners would look askance at that; she must appear some sort of quack. She'd have to pick one and start there.
Pepperup was the obvious choice, but she wouldn't offer it up as the cure for colds that it was. “Eases cold symptoms quickly” - that might do it.
She pulled out her wand and began reworking her brochures.
4. Behind me, I had one of those weeks… You know the kind that is filled with events you just want to file away as soon as possible under the label ‘Unwanted Life Experiences’, and then forget they ever happened. I will not bother you with details, but let us just say that the life of a Potion Mistress can at times be a very hectic lifestyle between the more mundane events like cauldron meltdowns and boring staff meetings.
I had Apparated here less than an hour ago and tomorrow was the day for our Ten-Year Reunion Party after graduating from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I more or less felt I had managed to get through the week in one piece, not that I could say the same for my some of my students, while managing to make all the necessary preparations for this trip. I was tired... so tired!
It was late, and I knew I ought to get in bed and try to get some much-needed rest. The Apparition from Brazil, where I currently held a professorship and taught potions at San Paulo Escola de Bruxaria, had drained me thoroughly. However, I was strung out and too tense to consider going to bed yet, so instead I decided to take a stroll down to the lake.
5. He noticed the dried white stains on the duvet and sighed, thinking that he would have to get Pimsy, their only house elf, to come into the room to clean, as much as the poor elf feared this particular room.
A cool hand wrapping around his balls made him jump, and with a snarl he threw the duvet back to meet the amber eyes of his wife of twelve years.
"Hermione, really...he isn't going to rise from the dead!" Severus snarled in that authoritative 'I'm the Potions Master' voice. The thing was...she was a Potions Mistress, so his tone of voice had little affect, but Hermione Snape let her husband's burgeoning erection slip from her mouth with an audible 'pop.' Gazing up at her husband's pale chest to meet his eyes, she tried to seem as innocent has possible.
"Good morning, husband."
"Aren't you in the least bit sore? Tired? And/or satiated enough?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and crawled up her husband's body to press her dripping center against his erection. "I thought it would be nice to repay you a bit for last night."
6. Snape began to understand why, in searching for the staircase that lead to the library, he'd found himself in the hall outside the staff room. This was the second time this month the castle had gone out of its way to direct him where it believed he was needed. The first had been an ugly dust up between two prefects. This situation seemed infinitely more complex. She was sitting in the overstuffed wing back chair by the window, his traditional place of refuge, with her hands wrapped around a huge mug of what appeared to be hot chocolate.
And wonder of wonders, she was sniffling.
7. The Aurors are looking for him, but he’s nowhere to be found. The man is like a clockwork, Hermione,” Albus added dryly. “The week before the students arrive, all the teachers gather at Hogwarts to go over their syllabi for the new year, to prepare their classrooms, to order supplies, and to help me compose the course schedules and House-pairings. Every year, Severus has showed up on the dot, sneering and snarling as usual, but I can tell he enjoys his job, despite the, ah, ‘dunderheads’ he has to deal with every year… That he hasn’t come back this year is of grave concern. I need you to teach his Potions classes, until he can be found. You’re more than capable.”
“I…see.” I rubbed at the flat spot above and between my breasts, my palm sliding over the knit cotton of my tee. My heart still hurt. Snape, missing? Possibly in danger? “You’re got people trying to find him?”
8. Annoyed, he bent over and picked up the blown papers. The heading of one caught his eye immediately:
Curriculum Vitae
Hermione Jane Granger
Born 19 September, 1979
Completed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1998, fully qualified by standard examination in eleven areas
Curious to see just how the woman had wasted her time since leaving Hogwarts, Snape began to read. It took only seconds for his jaw to drop.
Received Master’s Level Certification in Potions, 2001; Private Tutorial with Ravinius Dillweed (MLC, 1944), London, British Isles;
Granger was a Potions Master? She was his bloody peer? Severus was stunned, if only because he was certain none of his former students would ever have expressed interest in Potions Certification. A few years of his classes were generally enough to discourage even the most promising. And as for Ravinius Dillweed, Snape couldn’t believe that the old fossil was still around, much less up to teaching Master Classes... He let his eyes travel down the page.
Received Master’s Level Certification in Charms, 2004; Private Tutorial with Edina Cockerell (MLC 1951), London, British Isles;
And a Charms Master? It crossed his mind that perhaps the obnoxious little overachiever had tried to obtain Master Certification in every last subject she’d ever studied, but then the list of her past jobs began.
2004: Appointed Director of Developmental Potions Research, Maxwell Magical Pharmaceuticals, London, British Isles;
2006: Appointed Director of newly created Department of Charm Innovation and Standardization, Ministry of Magic, London, British Isles;
2008: Appointed to Broomstick Quality Control Project, Ontario, Canada;
2009: Appointed to Textbook Editing Commission, Ontario, Canada;
2010: Appointed to Magical Creature Restraint Office, Ontario, Canada;
2011: Appointed to Department of Magical Patents, Ontario, Canada
Married to Ronald B. Weasley, 2004 - 2008, no children
References available upon request
9. Hermione pulled a jar of peanut butter down from one of the top cupboards in the kitchen. She grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the jar. Nothing could beat the taste of fresh peanut butter straight out of the jar.
Yes, a well deserved holiday.
Just as she bent over the counter to look at her new rug, she heard the tell-tale *crack* of someone Apparating in.
"You must be joking," a deep voice intoned.
Ahh, yes. She knew that voice.
"Severus." She hopped off the counter and walked over to greet the Potions master who was standing in her sitting room.
"Please tell me that there are wards ..."
"Yes, there are," she chuckled. "Very elaborate ones, at that. But they let certain people in." A smile twitched at her mouth, wanting to be released.
"And I am a safe person?" he asked in a low tone.
Hermione bit her lip. Damn the man, arriving here in his black and white resplendent glory. The long eyelashes that framed those piercing eyes were cast low, gazing at her petite form. He was so much taller than she was, not that that made a difference. He was imposing and his frame was powerful. And he, the sanctimonious bastard, knew it.
"Yes, you are," she summoned words. "Are you here to chide me over going to speak at that blasted conference?"
"Yes," he said.”
10. But then, about three weeks before the start of his fourth year back at Hogwarts, his peaceful life had been turned upside down by four little words: Hermione Granger, Potions Mistress. Minerva had dropped the bomb in what he’d thought to be a routine staff meeting.
“We’ve not had a decent Potions professor since Severus took up the Defense post,” she’d said. “Miss Granger spent two years at Muggle University and the last year apprenticing under Master Jigger to earn her degree in Potions. She’s well qualified, and any of you who remember her as a student know what a dedicated worker she is. She’ll be a wonderful addition to our staff this coming year.”
Severus had only been able to swallow thickly against the bile rising in his throat.
He remembered her, all right. Most unfortunately, he remembered her. He would have been happy to go on forgetting she and her little band of Gryffindor Saints existed. But, no, she would be there at Hogwarts in three weeks time, such a wonderful addition to the staff… reminding him daily of the pain he was trying so hard to let go of. He wasn’t able to look at her objectively. When he thought of Granger, he thought of Potter. When he thought of Potter, he couldn’t help but think of every horrible moment of his life.