Answers to the LOTM quiz
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1. Apparently, the book was enchanted to use locations that she herself knew to flesh out its settings. Hermione thought this was rather clever of Luna, and admired it for a moment as she followed the path into the forest. Until she heard a cursing sound, and the breaking of branches, and saw Severus stumbling out onto the path, swiping at a couple of leaves that had somehow lodged in his hair.
Said hair--having grown out to chest-length after the end of the war and being sadly in need of a trim that he just hadn’t gotten around to, yet--had been washed and dried and pulled back into a ponytail by the book
Luscious Red Riding Hood
2. They popped into the air around her faster than before, many more broken this time. A sound of disgust escaped him as he backed up, batting at the hovering, balloon-like manifestations as they drifted his way. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of something else, anything else. It was impossible. It was like being asked to not think about rollerskating elephants: an obsession over smooth-gliding pachyderms would ensue.
“Miss Granger, kindly think of something else before we’re smothered in these cloying things! And stop sending them after me! It is not amusing, given how much you must surely hate m--”
He stopped speaking abruptly as comprehension dawned
Manchecoureum
3. “We’ll have to go to Gringotts,” Harry stated as she reached the ground floor, joining the others. Hermione almost kissed him for having practically read her mind. “I’ll pay for the wand--consider it a happy-sister-present.”
She smiled, warmed by his offer. And suddenly she had an idea of what to do, or rather, where to go, to stay ‘out in the open’ long enough for Russel’s plan to work. “Alright. And for your present…we’ll go to my parents, after Ollivander’s.”
In Annulo
4. By the time he’d drunk a third of the next bottle, his godfather had passed out, and Draco had a really, really evil thought running through his head. He looked over at the slightly snoring, long-nosed face of his former professor, and muttered, “…I love you, man--well, not like that--‘ts jusss…I’d do anything f’ you.
Frogs in Winter 01
5. Professor Dumbledore tapped his goblet with his wand, rising as the Hall quieted out of respect for him.
“Over the past few weeks, it has been both my solemn duty and, in a few cases, my joy to announce a handful of the pairings affected by the Ministry’s new Interbreeding Act. I have another such announcement. After receiving my permission to retire from compulsory attendance and grading in her Defence classes, Miss Hermione Granger has petitioned for the hand of Professor Severus Snape…and her petition has just been accepted.”
Bedlam. The loudest of which came from an absolutely flabbergasted, enraged, and outraged Ronald Weasley, who stood and gave her the loud-voiced opinion that she’d totally lost her mind.
The Act
6. "Here I am, so let's get the ceremony started!"
That head, with its shoulderlength fall of black hair, whipped around sharply. Nearly giving its owner whiplash, as the all-too-familiar face of Severus Snape stared wide-eyed down at her. Shocked, Hermione stared up at him, until a thump distracted her. Glancing quickly behind her, deathly afraid it was her great-aunt-from-hell, she realized it had merely been the sound of Ron hitting the carpeted floor in a dead faint. Harry was still standing, albeit gaping at their former Potions Master, mouth stammering in the attempt to say his name, but all that came out with each shock-panted breath was, "P...Pr...P...Pr..."
Strangely enough, it was their reaction--and the still-open inner door, which had a view of the front door--which prodded her out of her own shock. "--Oh, for godsake! I don't have time for this! Harry, snap out of it! Kick Ron awake, or something! You!" she snapped, whirling to face their academic nemesis. "Are you here to get married, or not?"
Matrimony
7. “I see Hermione Granger.”
He didn’t even have to finish the last mouthful of the brew to know her half of the brewed vision was true.
“Well, you don’t have to sound so unhappy about it, Professor,” Miss Granger pointed out from behind him. “This simply means you brewed the potion correctly. That you’re the one who can save me from this Cuorum Curse, whatever it is. Now all you have to do is apply the counter-spell, and everything should be fine again. Right?”
The Protector
8. “Take her back to Hogwarts, My Servant. Dump her there, where her…teachers…can stumble across her body, so that she may suffer from even further humiliation this night. And summon her back to you, as frequently as you can. Let her taste the pain and humiliation you can bestow upon her, time and again, as was promised.”
“As you wish, my Master.” Reaching out, Snape lifted that hem a third, odious time in his free hand and kissed it reverently. He started to gather his magic, to Apparate both of them away. Voldemort, the blowhard, added,
“One more thing… Bring her with you, the next time you are both free to come to me.”
“…I will do my best to comply, Master.” Tightly controlling his rage, the urge to smash that serpentine face, Snape focused on the one location where they would be relatively safe, and Apparated them both to it. Glad of her memories during their blending, which had given him the idea: the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade. That was a four-hour dose of aphrodesiac each of them had consumed, one of his best brewings; there was no way either of them could go straight back to Hogwarts before the effects were through.
For Someone Special
9. The last few grains trickled down through the narrow neck of the hourglass. Five, four, three, two… Just as her fingers released the necklace strands, they both realized the pendant wasn’t shaped right. That it had a lumpy brown body clinging to the ridges on its inner side, making the half-cut shell look oddly whole.
“No--!” gasped Hemoine as the Professor yelled a most unprofessional, “--Shite!”
Acting instinctively, Severus whirled both of them around, shielding her with his body even as the damned chocolate frog plopped into the dark green liquid, still riding the doppleshell. The liquid hissed, then exploded. Thick goo struck him in the back, coating him from hips to head. Thick, foamy, luridly peach-coloured goo. Severus prayed frantically that the young woman clutched in the protective curve of his body was alright.
An Army of Snapes
10. Everything they had said and done until now could be pulled back from, could be salvaged. They could walk away from each other with just this much between them, the subtle admission of their feelings. It might be enough to quell that most serious of all regrets, to have never said anything at all…but not the rest of them. Severus leaned down even closer, closing his eyes to enjoy the tickle of those soft yet still bushy curls against his face. Allowing himself another lungful of her perfume, a mixture of shampoo, bodysoap, and that musky sweetness that said female…he crossed that forbidden line.
“But I would be honored to fulfil your request.”
Crossing the Line
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1. Apparently, the book was enchanted to use locations that she herself knew to flesh out its settings. Hermione thought this was rather clever of Luna, and admired it for a moment as she followed the path into the forest. Until she heard a cursing sound, and the breaking of branches, and saw Severus stumbling out onto the path, swiping at a couple of leaves that had somehow lodged in his hair.
Said hair--having grown out to chest-length after the end of the war and being sadly in need of a trim that he just hadn’t gotten around to, yet--had been washed and dried and pulled back into a ponytail by the book
Luscious Red Riding Hood
2. They popped into the air around her faster than before, many more broken this time. A sound of disgust escaped him as he backed up, batting at the hovering, balloon-like manifestations as they drifted his way. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of something else, anything else. It was impossible. It was like being asked to not think about rollerskating elephants: an obsession over smooth-gliding pachyderms would ensue.
“Miss Granger, kindly think of something else before we’re smothered in these cloying things! And stop sending them after me! It is not amusing, given how much you must surely hate m--”
He stopped speaking abruptly as comprehension dawned
Manchecoureum
3. “We’ll have to go to Gringotts,” Harry stated as she reached the ground floor, joining the others. Hermione almost kissed him for having practically read her mind. “I’ll pay for the wand--consider it a happy-sister-present.”
She smiled, warmed by his offer. And suddenly she had an idea of what to do, or rather, where to go, to stay ‘out in the open’ long enough for Russel’s plan to work. “Alright. And for your present…we’ll go to my parents, after Ollivander’s.”
In Annulo
4. By the time he’d drunk a third of the next bottle, his godfather had passed out, and Draco had a really, really evil thought running through his head. He looked over at the slightly snoring, long-nosed face of his former professor, and muttered, “…I love you, man--well, not like that--‘ts jusss…I’d do anything f’ you.
Frogs in Winter 01
5. Professor Dumbledore tapped his goblet with his wand, rising as the Hall quieted out of respect for him.
“Over the past few weeks, it has been both my solemn duty and, in a few cases, my joy to announce a handful of the pairings affected by the Ministry’s new Interbreeding Act. I have another such announcement. After receiving my permission to retire from compulsory attendance and grading in her Defence classes, Miss Hermione Granger has petitioned for the hand of Professor Severus Snape…and her petition has just been accepted.”
Bedlam. The loudest of which came from an absolutely flabbergasted, enraged, and outraged Ronald Weasley, who stood and gave her the loud-voiced opinion that she’d totally lost her mind.
The Act
6. "Here I am, so let's get the ceremony started!"
That head, with its shoulderlength fall of black hair, whipped around sharply. Nearly giving its owner whiplash, as the all-too-familiar face of Severus Snape stared wide-eyed down at her. Shocked, Hermione stared up at him, until a thump distracted her. Glancing quickly behind her, deathly afraid it was her great-aunt-from-hell, she realized it had merely been the sound of Ron hitting the carpeted floor in a dead faint. Harry was still standing, albeit gaping at their former Potions Master, mouth stammering in the attempt to say his name, but all that came out with each shock-panted breath was, "P...Pr...P...Pr..."
Strangely enough, it was their reaction--and the still-open inner door, which had a view of the front door--which prodded her out of her own shock. "--Oh, for godsake! I don't have time for this! Harry, snap out of it! Kick Ron awake, or something! You!" she snapped, whirling to face their academic nemesis. "Are you here to get married, or not?"
Matrimony
7. “I see Hermione Granger.”
He didn’t even have to finish the last mouthful of the brew to know her half of the brewed vision was true.
“Well, you don’t have to sound so unhappy about it, Professor,” Miss Granger pointed out from behind him. “This simply means you brewed the potion correctly. That you’re the one who can save me from this Cuorum Curse, whatever it is. Now all you have to do is apply the counter-spell, and everything should be fine again. Right?”
The Protector
8. “Take her back to Hogwarts, My Servant. Dump her there, where her…teachers…can stumble across her body, so that she may suffer from even further humiliation this night. And summon her back to you, as frequently as you can. Let her taste the pain and humiliation you can bestow upon her, time and again, as was promised.”
“As you wish, my Master.” Reaching out, Snape lifted that hem a third, odious time in his free hand and kissed it reverently. He started to gather his magic, to Apparate both of them away. Voldemort, the blowhard, added,
“One more thing… Bring her with you, the next time you are both free to come to me.”
“…I will do my best to comply, Master.” Tightly controlling his rage, the urge to smash that serpentine face, Snape focused on the one location where they would be relatively safe, and Apparated them both to it. Glad of her memories during their blending, which had given him the idea: the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade. That was a four-hour dose of aphrodesiac each of them had consumed, one of his best brewings; there was no way either of them could go straight back to Hogwarts before the effects were through.
For Someone Special
9. The last few grains trickled down through the narrow neck of the hourglass. Five, four, three, two… Just as her fingers released the necklace strands, they both realized the pendant wasn’t shaped right. That it had a lumpy brown body clinging to the ridges on its inner side, making the half-cut shell look oddly whole.
“No--!” gasped Hemoine as the Professor yelled a most unprofessional, “--Shite!”
Acting instinctively, Severus whirled both of them around, shielding her with his body even as the damned chocolate frog plopped into the dark green liquid, still riding the doppleshell. The liquid hissed, then exploded. Thick goo struck him in the back, coating him from hips to head. Thick, foamy, luridly peach-coloured goo. Severus prayed frantically that the young woman clutched in the protective curve of his body was alright.
An Army of Snapes
10. Everything they had said and done until now could be pulled back from, could be salvaged. They could walk away from each other with just this much between them, the subtle admission of their feelings. It might be enough to quell that most serious of all regrets, to have never said anything at all…but not the rest of them. Severus leaned down even closer, closing his eyes to enjoy the tickle of those soft yet still bushy curls against his face. Allowing himself another lungful of her perfume, a mixture of shampoo, bodysoap, and that musky sweetness that said female…he crossed that forbidden line.
“But I would be honored to fulfil your request.”
Crossing the Line
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