Chapter Two
Chapter 2 of 6
etherealizabeth"She turns around and stands, watching for what feels like close to twenty minutes, just admiring the view. The trees are so green, the sky so blue, the clouds so white. It looks almost like a painting. Except for the others floating in the river. Some of them look somehow familiar. Others are complete strangers."
ReviewedHermione closed her eyes and waited. She found herself inhaling deeply and was startled to find that she smelled milk thistle, comfrey, lemon, and tea. Milk thistle? It had to be Snape coming down the hallway. She sighed inwardly. No more passes to the Restricted Section now. If she were extremely lucky, she might only serve the rest of her life in detention. If she were unlucky, she would be serving the rest of her life in detention after he took her apart and left her to put herself back together again.
"Miss Granger." She looked up to see Professor Snape acknowledging her presence as he walked by her. Walked by her. Walked by her. Walked by her?!
She stood where she was, waiting for him to come back and give her the hell she had been expecting. Minutes passed before she realized she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore. Slowly she turned around looking for him. He was no longer in the hallway. Had he not known it was past curfew? No, surely not. This was Snape.
What is going on here?
Hermione gathered her wits about her and practically flew to Gryffindor Tower. She didn't notice the startled looks of those in the common room. She raced into her room and slammed the door. She never had been so relieved to be Head Girl and have a room to herself.
She leaned against the door, breathing heavily. She waited until her heart no longer felt as though it were trying to escape her chest, and eased away slowly. Not bothering with a light, she found her nightgown on her bed and quickly shed her clothes in favor of the homespun cotton. Her nightgown had never felt so soft. As she sank onto her bed, her last thought was that the mattress felt different, somehow firmer.
Hermione is floating downstream. She can see out the corners of her eyes that there are others floating with her. The water is clear and comfortable. Above her, the sky is cornflower blue and the clouds are puffy and white. There is a forest of tall green trees on either side of her. Somewhere out of sight, birds are singing and squirrels are calling to each other. She feels at peace.
Then it occurs to her that she is floating downstream in a river, and yet she can't swim. She and water aren't the best of friends...probably not even distant friends, come to that. She tenses, panic creeping into her mind, but the water feels so good on her skin, and the sounds of the landscape so peaceful, that she decides to let it go and relax while the water carries her... where? For that matter, where did she get into the river? Now she finds herself trying to keep her head above water, and she stops floating. Her feet touch the bottom, and panic subsides once again when she realizes she can stand, though the water comes up to her shoulders.
She turns around and stands, watching for what feels like close to twenty minutes, just admiring the view. The trees are so green, the sky so blue, the clouds so white. It looks almost like a painting. Except for the others floating in the river. Some of them look somehow familiar. Others are complete strangers.
She looks up again at the clouds, finding three rabbits, a turtle, and an open hand before realizing that none of them are moving....
The light was blinding.
Hermione sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes. She felt like she'd just laid down and closed her eyes. She dangled her feet over the bed for a minute and frowned. These were not her blankets. Did the house-elves confuse her with someone else?
She got up slowly and looked around the room. It looked like her room. It even had the chink in the stone just above the standing mirror. But nothing else about the room told her she lived in it. It didn't have the same feel. Maybe... maybe some Slytherin had snuck up here and somehow switched her into Ravenclaw Tower? She looked at the closed door and took a step toward it. One look at the common room at the bottom of the stairs would tell her for certain. But no, all she had on was her nightgown, and she'd rather die than have the lot left of Ravenclaw gawking at her.
Instead, Hermione walked toward the wardrobe and opened it. One look, and she closed it again. Quickly. She hesitated over the dresser drawers, but tried them too. These things at least weren't as horrendous, but none of it was hers. None of it. Not only weren't they hers, but the knickers looked like something her grandmother would wear. Solid. Not sexy in the least. Certainly not something she'd find at La Senza. Or nothing she'd get there, at any rate.
She shoved the drawer closed and sagged over to the window to look outside. It had snowed during the night, but she would always be able to recognize the grounds. She was definitely still at Hogwarts. And from the view, she knew she was still in Gryffindor Tower. So why...? Where...? What was going on?
Nearly in tears, she turned back to the bedroom. She needed to find someone to talk to. She really needed someone who knew what was going on, but she doubted anyone would fit that description. At any rate, she couldn't go out in her nightgown. She went back to the wardrobe and stood there with the door open for a moment, contemplating the nightmares inside. She reached in for a random blouse without looking and immediately shoved it back in. Flower print. OK, but did the flowers have to be the size of teacups? Looking this time, she grabbed another one skeptically. Purple paisley? And another: blue tie-dye? Well, that one wasn't so bad, except for the... Grateful Dead? They were all like that. And the slacks. Bellbottoms? Ew! The dresses were even worse. Wide frilly collars or something that looked like a cross between a sundress and a corset, or just a hem that would only go halfway down her thighs. She shuddered at the thought that anyone would wear this stuff on purpose. Running through the Gryffindor roster in her head, she couldn't think of anyone who would. And she had got to know the girls pretty well.
Turning her back on the wardrobe again, she rifled through the drawers and finally found a plain white blouse that didn't scream too loudly (though it was a bit small in the chest), and a pair of jeans that looked well-loved. She could live with the bellbottoms if only because she knew the wizard robes hanging on the coat rack would cover them, but the nasty-looking underpants would just have to stay in the drawer.
No underpants? P-shaw! Reluctantly, Hermione pulled out a pair, uncovering the girl's wand. Hmm....
Grabbing the wand, she quickly transfigured the parachute into something more resembling panties, then slid them on, silently thanking the house-elves for faithfully doing the laundry. After only a slight hesitation, she took a bra and fixed it as well.
She had to squeeze a bit to fit her hips into the jeans, but they wouldn't button at all. Feeling rather guilty about altering the girl's only weekend togs, she adjusted the jeans to fit as well. She would just have to remember to restore them both when she returned them and found her own clothes. Hopefully, whoever the girl was who lived here wouldn't even notice when she got back from holiday. But she wasn't here now, and that was all that mattered.
She found a pair of trainers at the bottom of the wardrobe, and these actually fit. Good. She wouldn't have to remember to change too many things back.
Hermione studied herself in the standing mirror and nodded grimly. These clothes would have to do. If no one looked too carefully, the robe covered everything. Except her hair. It was all stuck up in the wrong places. She spent a full minute looking for the girl's hair accessories before realizing that she would've taken them with her. Groaning frustratedly, she filled the washbasin by the mirror and dunked her head in. She would still need a brush, but now it only looked wet instead of slept-on. The last thing she needed was a toothbrush. She still had that aftertaste, only now it was coating the roof of her mouth. But even if the girl had left her toiletries here, using someone else's toothbrush was just ick. She'd much rather wave the wand at her face and use the Dentifricio spell. Smoothing her hair away from her face, she looked at herself in the mirror again. She looked pale, but otherwise as close to herself as she could under the circumstances.
She summoned her nerve and left the room, only to stop dead at the bottom of the stairs. Here was a Gryffindor common room, but not the Gryffindor common room. The furniture was different. The colors seemed brighter, somehow. The carpet seemed newer.
She shook her head and went on through, and out of the tower. But as soon as the door clicked shut behind her, she felt a terrible knot form in her stomach. If her bedroom was different, and the common room was different, surely the password to get in was different. Not for the first time, she despised the Fat Lady.
Walking quickly to the Great Hall, Hermione felt the acid of fear rising from her chest into her throat. At least the Great Hall looked the same. She glanced at the staff table and halted. It was then that she knew where she was. Or rather when.
Some of the staff were the same: Flitwick (looking as ancient as ever), Kettleburn (with a few more extremities than he had her first year), Madam Pomfrey (even more beautiful without so many years), Professor McGonagall (looking harried, but less worried somehow), and finally, there in the middle, Dumbledore. The other faces she only half recognized, from an old yearbook she had found for Harry in the library once. She was some time in the past. She tensed at the realization, then relaxed slightly with the thought that if anyone could help her, Dumbledore could.
She walked past the few students staying over for the holiday and approached the High Table to look at a much younger version of the man she knew. "Professor Dumbledore, sir, could I have a word with you?" she said in a rush, at once trying to keep her voice down so as not to draw attention from any of the other teachers or the students and trying to breathe her way past the fear in her stomach.
Albus Dumbledore looked at her for fully half a minute before drawing himself out of his chair and motioning her to follow him out of the Great Hall. He said nothing as they crossed the Entrance Hall and continued up the stairs to the second floor, finally stopping at the statue of a gargoyle that hid the door to his office. He quietly muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "Fizzing Whizbees," and the door swung open. At a gesture, she ducked in and rode the spiral stairs to his office. She'd been here before, of course. He'd given her special permission to use the Time-Turner to take a double course load third year. They'd talked it over in this office, with Professor McGonagall. She started toward one of the squashy chairs in front of the desk, but spotted the gold and crimson body of Fawkes in the near corner and veered that way. His stand had been moved.
"Hello, Fawkes," she said softly.
The bird leaned his head into her shoulder and sang quietly while she petted his head and neck feathers. When she looked up, Dumbledore was studying her.
"Please, Miss...?"
"Granger, sir. Hermione Granger."
"Miss Granger. Please have a seat. You must tell me how you came to be at Hogwarts, and how you know my friend Fawkes so well."
"That's just it, sir. I don't know. I mean, I attend Hogwarts, but not now." And she went on to explain how she made the potion the night before and woke up the following morning, thinking that the house-elves had made a mistake, then finding her way to the Great Hall for breakfast only to lose her appetite when her situation became clear.
Dumbledore rested his chin on his hands for a moment before saying, "Miss Granger, do you know the meaning of the word paradox?"
Hermione paused. Knowing was one thing. Putting it into words was something else. "It's... when two truths contradict each other, sir."
"Exactly." Dumbledore smiled gently. Even more years fell from him. "Then you must also know that while you are here you must not try to affect anything. Since you are not supposed to be here, anything you do will alter the course of events ever so slightly, to the point that when you return to your own time, it may not be the way it was when you left. That is to say, it will not be your own time at all. The future of this present may not lead to the past of your present. There may not be a place for you if too many of the wrong things are changed."
Well. That certainly made her want to hide in her room until it was over. Or at least, hide in the room she'd found herself in. She didn't even know.... "Could you tell me what year it is, sir?"
"Of course. It is 1977. What year did you come from, if I may?"
"1997," she sighed.
"Exactly twenty years," he mused.
"Well, Miss Granger, as the student who usually resides in the dormitory you came to be in is away for the Christmas holidays, I see no reason why you cannot continue to sleep in it until we can find a way to get you home. Again, I must urge you not to change anything. Even if the change is minute, it could very well be the flapping of a butterfly's wings that cause a hurricane on the other side of the world. It could mean the difference between everything... and nothing."
"Yes, sir. And what should I do until then?"
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Enjoyed this one so far. Are you planning on continuing with the remaining 10 chapters and epilogue you mentioned ealier? :-)
sooooo... You're not dead I hope. Just a real life hiatus?
more please?
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Hey, there! I'm going to post the next chapter in late December/early January at the latest. This are nuts right now, as it's the holiday season. I promise to have some new material for you soon.Thank you SO much for asking for more. You have no idea what it means to me. <3sapphire_pheonix's response: I know, holidays, holidays! just as long as it isn't abandoned.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Oh, no, it's definitely not abandoned. There's an outline for ten chapters and an epilogue. I promise you that unless I die before I can write the ending, it will be completed. And between you and me, I may make provisisons for my husband (who is my editor, and also a writer) to finish it for me if that were to happen.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Hey, there! I'm going to post the next chapter in late December/early January at the latest. This are nuts right now, as it's the holiday season. I promise to have some new material for you soon.Thank you SO much for asking for more. You have no idea what it means to me. <3sapphire_pheonix's response: I know, holidays, holidays! just as long as it isn't abandoned.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Oh, no, it's definitely not abandoned. There's an outline for ten chapters and an epilogue. I promise you that unless I die before I can write the ending, it will be completed. And between you and me, I may make provisisons for my husband (who is my editor, and also a writer) to finish it for me if that were to happen.
I think your chapters might be out of order, however I could be mistaken. I really like what I've read so far, keep up the great work. Cheers!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Oops! You're right. For some reason, Chapter Four is where Chapter Two should be. I alerted the appropriate people, so hopefully, it will get sorted out shortly!Glad you enjoyed!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Oops! You're right. For some reason, Chapter Four is where Chapter Two should be. I alerted the appropriate people, so hopefully, it will get sorted out shortly!Glad you enjoyed!
Ah, time travel. It's enough to make your head explode. I like her outlook, though. Go with the flow. It's probably the only sane way to go about it. That was quite the interaction between Severus and her. Heh, heh.
Paradox? Time travel seems to lead to that naturally. But it couldn't happen if it hadn't happened, right?
Marvelous chapter. They meet in the library, that is so them. She finds him attractive and it surprises her, bloody brilliant. I am surprised that she didn't already know that Lily was head girl in this time. I believe she will keep Severus on his toes. This story is great and I look forward to more. Until next time, be well.
What can I say? I'm hooked. I want to know what Hermione is up to with this perception enhancement spell. And why didn't Professor Snape as her any questions?And why were Snape and Dumbledore passing through the aisles, giving each other meaningful looks?This is going to be fun!Beth
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you! I plan to update every three to four days, so you will quickly find out what Hermione is up to. Professor Snape is himself - he always has his own reasons for doing things, and it's never what it seems at first. Some things never change...Snape and Dumbledore are both sneaky bastards, although Dumbledore is usually more covert about it. Again, some things don't change. It IS fun, and I'm glad you're coming along for the ride!Lizz
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you! I plan to update every three to four days, so you will quickly find out what Hermione is up to. Professor Snape is himself - he always has his own reasons for doing things, and it's never what it seems at first. Some things never change...Snape and Dumbledore are both sneaky bastards, although Dumbledore is usually more covert about it. Again, some things don't change. It IS fun, and I'm glad you're coming along for the ride!Lizz
oh no a evil cliffie more please don't leave it there I need more ~pouts~
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
There, there, my love. I won't leave you unsatisfied. I promise. Just be patient, and all will be well.*blows a kiss*
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
There, there, my love. I won't leave you unsatisfied. I promise. Just be patient, and all will be well.*blows a kiss*
This is a great beginning and you have the reader interested immediately. I am curious about Professor Snape's reaction ... that he looked at the calendar and then made up his mind made me think that he knew Potter would be going to Hogsmeade and so he wouldn't be helping him at all. But then Madam Pince thinking it was odd Professor Snape would give permission. That makes me think there's something there.The whole premise of a potion like this is both interesting and fun. Oh, what you could do with a potion like that. So, you've got my attention, it's a compelling tale, and now ... I would like more, please.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you so much!Professor Snape, even when he is giving, is self-serving and one should always remember this. That's all the hint you get for now. The potion is definitely fun, and should be given to all couples as a honeymoon present. ;o)I am hoping to update every three to four days, although in the case of Chapter Two, it may be sooner. Cheers!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you so much!Professor Snape, even when he is giving, is self-serving and one should always remember this. That's all the hint you get for now. The potion is definitely fun, and should be given to all couples as a honeymoon present. ;o)I am hoping to update every three to four days, although in the case of Chapter Two, it may be sooner. Cheers!
Time travel is such a sticky thing to logic out, but your explanation is both clever and sound. I like that she is not given the chance to act on her desire to save him from his decisions, because it also means she won't feel responsible for them. Your Dumbledore is as devious as the one in the books, and I both like and hate him for it. Nicely played.
A fascinating take on the timeturner theme. I do think that they got from A to Z a lot faster than seems in character for either of them, but perhaps there was a magical reason? Anyway, I'm looking forward to more.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you!Actually, there is no magical reason for the intimacy. Hermione realizes that her time is limited, and that she may not have this chance again. It's not something that she would regularly do at all, but she's willing to take this risk because she loves Severus and knows that if all goes well, she'll never see him like this again. I'm hoping to post a new chapter within the next few weeks, so keep an eye out for it! :o)
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you!Actually, there is no magical reason for the intimacy. Hermione realizes that her time is limited, and that she may not have this chance again. It's not something that she would regularly do at all, but she's willing to take this risk because she loves Severus and knows that if all goes well, she'll never see him like this again. I'm hoping to post a new chapter within the next few weeks, so keep an eye out for it! :o)
OH NOOOOOOOO!!!!Please say it isn't so.Say that Severus didn't join Voldemort!!!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
I'm sorry to say that he did, but like most things in life, this isn't permanent. I think that one of my favorite things about Severus is his humanity under his armor. He is such a perfectionist, such a hard ass, and yet he was tempted by acceptance and knowledge. The beauty is that he can be saved, and of course, Hermione is one of the very few people who is strong enough to take that task in hand. In some ways, she and Severus save each other from themselves, I think.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
I'm sorry to say that he did, but like most things in life, this isn't permanent. I think that one of my favorite things about Severus is his humanity under his armor. He is such a perfectionist, such a hard ass, and yet he was tempted by acceptance and knowledge. The beauty is that he can be saved, and of course, Hermione is one of the very few people who is strong enough to take that task in hand. In some ways, she and Severus save each other from themselves, I think.
I love your time travel theory! very good story. and it becomes moot if she should or should not attempt to prevent him from taking the dark mark. a good time travel tale! Thanks for sharing this.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you! Exactly - the past becomes the future whether we try to prevent it or not, which is what Hermione is going to have to realize.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you! Exactly - the past becomes the future whether we try to prevent it or not, which is what Hermione is going to have to realize.
Well, that's a surprise. --Why wasn’t Dumbledore, the alleged epitome of Goodness and Light, willing to do the same? I think the operative word here is alleged. We can't mess with the plan, now, can we? Will Severus' taking the Dark Mark cause Hermione to tell him the truth about his future? This is a very unique way to time travel. Who would have thought little miss know-it-all would make such a faux pas!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
You know, as much as I love Dumbledore, I can't bring myself to like him very much (I have relatives I feel much the same about). He spends so much time looking at the desired end result that he forgets that people aren't chess pieces to move about at his leisure. The operative word is definitely "alleged" when speaking of "the alleged epitome of Goodness and Light". Severus isn't going to believe Hermione under any circumstances right now because he's too angry to listen. It's amazing how when we've done something stupid and don't realize it, the last people we want to hear from are the people who are willing to point out that our Master Plan is flawed. Evidently, books and cleverness aren't everything, which I hope teaches her something....Thank you for a wonderful review!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
You know, as much as I love Dumbledore, I can't bring myself to like him very much (I have relatives I feel much the same about). He spends so much time looking at the desired end result that he forgets that people aren't chess pieces to move about at his leisure. The operative word is definitely "alleged" when speaking of "the alleged epitome of Goodness and Light". Severus isn't going to believe Hermione under any circumstances right now because he's too angry to listen. It's amazing how when we've done something stupid and don't realize it, the last people we want to hear from are the people who are willing to point out that our Master Plan is flawed. Evidently, books and cleverness aren't everything, which I hope teaches her something....Thank you for a wonderful review!
I don't think it's too soon. They've had a few days to figure out that they like each other, some nicely intimate moments, and that sort of deeper understanding you think you have when you're young. Besides, teenagers are a randy lot. I'm not so old I have forgotten that. I never write virgin sex, and rarely read it, but this is completely believable.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
It may be too soon under some circumstances, but Hermione has known Severus since she was eleven, even if he can't say the same (or even know the same, in this case). He's familliar, and yet, he's strange, because she hasn't seen this side of him. I think it was an intelligent chance to take; she loves him and this may be her last opportunity to show him before she leaves. I would have done the same thing, but then... I probably would have slept with Severus, regardless.Teenagers? Randy? Surely, you jest! I'm glad you like this virgin sex. I don't usually write it either, and try not to read it because it's so often poorly done, and to be honest, I'm glad you find this believable. It was somewhat of a struggle to make it seem real, and I still find myself wondering if I did it justice.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
It may be too soon under some circumstances, but Hermione has known Severus since she was eleven, even if he can't say the same (or even know the same, in this case). He's familliar, and yet, he's strange, because she hasn't seen this side of him. I think it was an intelligent chance to take; she loves him and this may be her last opportunity to show him before she leaves. I would have done the same thing, but then... I probably would have slept with Severus, regardless.Teenagers? Randy? Surely, you jest! I'm glad you like this virgin sex. I don't usually write it either, and try not to read it because it's so often poorly done, and to be honest, I'm glad you find this believable. It was somewhat of a struggle to make it seem real, and I still find myself wondering if I did it justice.
I like what you've done with this pair. Very interesting way to get around the age difference, and give us a chance to meet young Severus on his own terms. The gentle romance of sharing food is lovely.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you! You know, that food sharing was a last minute inspiration, but it's added a lot to the piece. I love gentle romance. Passion and excitement have their place and are wonderful in their own right, but I like to think that Severus has a gentle side that shows itself under the right conditions.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you! You know, that food sharing was a last minute inspiration, but it's added a lot to the piece. I love gentle romance. Passion and excitement have their place and are wonderful in their own right, but I like to think that Severus has a gentle side that shows itself under the right conditions.
Oh, well done! I like this story a great deal.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you so very much!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you so very much!
Nice segue into the past. The river scene had a bit of Ophelia in it, so for a moment, I was worried. I like your style.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Oh, no. There will be no drownings here, not at all! Your comment does make me wonder if there's a possibility of a Hamletesque story for that ship - with no suicides, of course.Thank you! I appreciate it!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Oh, no. There will be no drownings here, not at all! Your comment does make me wonder if there's a possibility of a Hamletesque story for that ship - with no suicides, of course.Thank you! I appreciate it!
Delightful beginning. I'm intrigued. Your description is good and the writing really flows.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you very much! This has been a fun story to write, and I'm enthused that you're getting into it. :o)
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Thank you very much! This has been a fun story to write, and I'm enthused that you're getting into it. :o)
I don't think it's too early. Hermione has known Snape for 6 years. She knows he's in the the Order so she already trusts him. She's figured out that he knew about the paradox. Besides, it's a hot young Snape! Where do I sign up?I wonder what contemporary Snape is thinking. Is Hermione experiencing time in real time?Generally I don't go for time travel, but I can't wait for more!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
See, these are my thoughts, too, because this is a familliar person to her - only now he's hawt. I'd like to sign up, too, please! I'm glad you agree. :o)No time can pass while she's gone, because it's already happened, so regardless of what he thinks, he'll go to bed that night, and get up the next morning - and as far as he knows, life will go on as usual. Poor Severus, he does have a hard time of it, doesn't he?YAY! To be honest, I don't either, but this thought plagued me and wouldn't leave me alone until I succumbed to its whims.Thanks so much for your review!Lizzsapphire_pheonix's response: so.... when's more???sapphire_pheonix's response: there are two extra chapters on Ashwinder? more! more!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
See, these are my thoughts, too, because this is a familliar person to her - only now he's hawt. I'd like to sign up, too, please! I'm glad you agree. :o)No time can pass while she's gone, because it's already happened, so regardless of what he thinks, he'll go to bed that night, and get up the next morning - and as far as he knows, life will go on as usual. Poor Severus, he does have a hard time of it, doesn't he?YAY! To be honest, I don't either, but this thought plagued me and wouldn't leave me alone until I succumbed to its whims.Thanks so much for your review!Lizzsapphire_pheonix's response: so.... when's more???sapphire_pheonix's response: there are two extra chapters on Ashwinder? more! more!
Quick, but understandable. I just wonder what all of this will mean for the future. On the Simpsons, Homer swatted a mosquito in the past and returned to have all of his family with forked lizard tongues. I'm just sayin'.Ultimately, I hope they can continue with this in the future and that he doesn't come to hate her for her leaving,
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Hermione is a far cry from Homer Simpson, if only because, for the life of me, I can't picture Hermione saying, "D'Oh!" No, you're absolutely right. Everything she does now will have some impact on the future. I doubt seriously that her family will wind up with forked lizard tongues (How's she going to explain THAT to her parents??), but she will probably cause things to happen that she does not expect. Snape hates everyone for everything because he's a very bitter person. He's going to be upset no matter what she does, so she may as well do what she thinks is right, which apparently encompasses sleeping with him. I know I would have.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
Hermione is a far cry from Homer Simpson, if only because, for the life of me, I can't picture Hermione saying, "D'Oh!" No, you're absolutely right. Everything she does now will have some impact on the future. I doubt seriously that her family will wind up with forked lizard tongues (How's she going to explain THAT to her parents??), but she will probably cause things to happen that she does not expect. Snape hates everyone for everything because he's a very bitter person. He's going to be upset no matter what she does, so she may as well do what she thinks is right, which apparently encompasses sleeping with him. I know I would have.
That was a scary dream. I wonder if it's significant? As for their eating habits, Oh man!
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
It was scary, but no, not significant. I just wanted to be graphic. The eating habits, though? Very significant, and also very sexy.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
It was scary, but no, not significant. I just wanted to be graphic. The eating habits, though? Very significant, and also very sexy.
He would have done that even if she wasn't in love and just willing.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
*giggle* He's a seventeen-year-old boy! They're all like that, aren't they! Heck, I know men three times that age that are STILL like that... Thanks for reviewing! I love to hear what people think. :o)
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
*giggle* He's a seventeen-year-old boy! They're all like that, aren't they! Heck, I know men three times that age that are STILL like that... Thanks for reviewing! I love to hear what people think. :o)
I tried to find a lemon emoticon, but nothing was good enough. Yay!! Aw, heck, it's not too early. Just because JKR has those kids so uptight and virginal doesn't mean squat. I mean, if they were real, they'd have done it. I'm sure of it. Especially since we want it. LOLExcellent job! I have this feeling, though, in the pit of my stomach that Dumbledore will find a way to get her back and she won't be able to say goodbye ... and well, hence Snarky Snape. Please tell me I'm not right. Oh, don't tell me. I don't want to know. I'll just wait to be surprised like everyone else... (You can tell me if you want to though.)
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
You know, a lemon emoticon is not a bad idea. Someone should make one... Lemon-shaped with a "I've just been laid" look on its face. Want it... Of course... Of course, they want it. *hides puppet strings* *sheepish giggle*No, really, I think they're acting like seventeen-year-old kids, and what HG/SS shipper WOULDN'T like to catch Severus on his first time (or any other time, for that matter)??Thank you! It means a lot when you say that! I won't tell you if you're wrong or right (a) because I think you'd rather savor this than have it all at once, and (b) because you'll find out in Chapter Six, which should hit the queue this weekend. *hugs* Thanks, T. You always write an awesome review.
Response from etherealizabeth (Author of Up the River)
You know, a lemon emoticon is not a bad idea. Someone should make one... Lemon-shaped with a "I've just been laid" look on its face. Want it... Of course... Of course, they want it. *hides puppet strings* *sheepish giggle*No, really, I think they're acting like seventeen-year-old kids, and what HG/SS shipper WOULDN'T like to catch Severus on his first time (or any other time, for that matter)??Thank you! It means a lot when you say that! I won't tell you if you're wrong or right (a) because I think you'd rather savor this than have it all at once, and (b) because you'll find out in Chapter Six, which should hit the queue this weekend. *hugs* Thanks, T. You always write an awesome review.