Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2008-08-11 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, hermione granger, hermione/snape, severus snape |
[FIC] Mysteries of Antiquity: Severus/Hermione :: gift for just__drive
Title: Mysteries of Antiquity
Author:
Recipient: just__drive
Pairing: Severus/Hermione
Rating: harmless NC-17
Word Count: 2482
Warnings: Not really. Maybe, sex under an enchantment?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Hermione works as a curator for the Magical Department of the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities in Cairo, when she has some difficulties with identifying several of the artefacts, the Museum sends in an expert to help her. However, she gets more then she bargained for with this exchange.
Author's Notes: just__drive, I hope you like it. I know this Snape is not very nice, but I tried to keep him as canon as possible.
I have to thank quite a few people because I had some severe problems getting an inspiration for this story. You all know who you are.
And a huge thank you to the mod for being so patient with me.
It was June, and the hot and dry Chamsin was blowing through the streets of Cairo, making it hard to breathe. You could almost feel your nerves wither with each passing step taken.
A small woman with brown, bushy hair and chestnut coloured eyes, hurried through the hectic and raucous dirt covered streets, the air weighty with sand, dust, and exotic odours.
Hermione Granger’s target was the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities, her place of work for the past ten weeks. She was there as a curator for the new Wizarding Department of the museum, searching and identifying magical objects amongst the ancient Muggle artefacts.
She had made a lot of progress, but lately had had some trouble with some of the most harmless looking items in the exhibit. They were removed from public display after some bizarre occurrences with Muggles that frequented the museum.
Five Muggles disappeared; one elderly man tried to commit suicide in the Museum and was now treated in St. Mungo’s because the Muggle hospital couldn’t deal with his vivid hallucinations, which were strangely enough featured by uncontrolled bursts of magic. A woman died a mysterious demise two weeks after she had visited the museum, and a young couple engaged in certain activities behind the statue of Alexander The Great.
For weeks the young witch had tried all the spells, hexes and jinxes she knew, as well as several difficult potions, but to no avail. Not being able to find out which of the artefacts had caused these separate incidents, she was rather disheartened by the whole endeavour. And now the museum had the gall to send her an expert to assist her.
She wasn’t at all thrilled about that. No one had asked her if she needed or wanted help. They hadn’t even bothered to consult her on the type of expert necessary for the job. The museum had just informed her, via owl no less, that she could expect this so-called ‘specialist’ on Monday. The parchment didn’t mention a name, if the expert was a woman or a man, or from where they came from.
Hermione just hoped that he/she would not arrive too early, so she might have a chance to talk with her boss and tidy up her office, which had gotten a little cluttered with her research papers, books and such.
Entering her office she discovered there was already someone there.
The silhouette of a stature, clad in black, was standing before her desk, back turned towards her. However, she could tell the figure was that of a man despite the dark, shoulder length hair. She cleared her throat, and when the form turned around she had to grab onto the door jam to steady herself as she almost fainted dead away.
She was looking in a familiar face – sallow skin; black, cold eyes; a long, hooked nose – scowling at her.
“Close your mouth and stop gaping, Miss Granger. It is not very becoming,” a familiar voice broke through the beating of her heart. It was the voice and the face of a dead man. The late Head of Slytherin House, Potions master and headmaster of Hogwarts, Death Eater and member of the Order of the Phoenix: Severus Snape.
“But… you are Severus Snape!” Hermione managed to say.
“Very well observed.” he sneered back at her.
“But… but… you’re dead!” she stuttered out, her fingernails biting into the wood of the door jam.
“Obliviously not,” he retorted, a scowl littering his face as he spoke.
“How?” she asked, genuinely interested in hearing his response as she relaxing her fingers from the wood a little.
“That is none of your business, Miss Granger. Now can we begin with our work that I was so urgently called away from another project to oversee?” the not-so-dead Severus Snape replied as he turned his back to her once more.
“Our work?” a livid Hermione asked, placing both of her hands of her hips as she took a step into the room. “This is my work, my project, and…”
“Very well, I shall leave you to it then. I do not need, nor do I want, this job. I for one, have better things to do than wasting my time working with an obnoxious know-it-all ex-student. Goodbye, Miss Granger!” Snape briskly walked towards her, brushing by Hermione as he went to exit the room.
“Professor Snape, wait!” Hermione called, placing a shaky hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. It seems I really do need your help. Please, stay.”
Severus whirled around flinging Hermione’s hand from his shoulder; it fell limply to her side.
“Fine! But I am not a professor any more. Mister Snape will suffice. You will begin with tidying up this dragon nest. How anyone can work in here is beyond me.”
Hermione wanted to reply, but a very dangerous scowl from the man beside her quashed any and all responses. She quickly got to work straightening up the papers upon her desk and shoving them into drawers. She had to get her office into something that less resembled a ‘dragon nest’ as he had so aptly put it.