Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Tagmusik. ❯ story ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: kage-kun 
Hermione encounters a side to Snape she never imagined existed. (AU-ish, set around her fourth or fifth year.)
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 10.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 766 | Visits: 616 | Status: Completed
Hermione encounters a side to Snape she never imagined existed. (AU-ish, set around her fourth or fifth year.)
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 10.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 766 | Visits: 616 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer - The characters and settings of Harry Potter belong to J.K Rowling et al, not myself.
A/N - There is no point to this and it does not link into any of my other fanfics, I just wanted to write my own version
of the 'Snape as a cultured smoothie' cliche. I quite like those stories, but they are so rarely in keeping with the
canon Snape we all know and love/loathe.
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Hermione had decided to take a break from her homework research and stretch her legs instead, ambling along the antiquated
halls of Hogwarts. She had no particular destination in mind and merely allowed her legs to take her hither and thither. Had
the weather been more clement she would have gone down to the quidditch pitch to watch Ron, the twins and Harry larking around,
but although her friends weren't put off by a little rain Hermione preferred to stay inside where it was dry.
Hermione's abstracted musings were interrupted by the quiet strains of a piano playing. She stopped dead in her tracks and
cocked her head, utterly bemused by the sound. She'd never heard a piano in the wizarding world before, although she had heard
guitars and string quartets on the WWN. She certainly would not have expected to hear that particular vaguely familiar tune.
She followed the sound to one of the hallways and concentrated hard, trying to remember why she knew that piece. As the tune
changed it came to her, it was the Blue Danube, one of her father's favourite classical pieces and not one she'd known had a
piano arrangement.
She wandered around the area, trying to find where the music was coming from when she saw a door she hadn't noticed previously.
She opened it as quietly as she could and tip-toed through, stopping dead just inside the room as she saw what was inside.
The room was nearly bare, but for the carpet underfoot and the concert grand piano stood in its centre. The room itself was the
size of a small classroom and had an inordinately high ceiling. If Hermione had been a student of acoustics she would have
realised that those dimensions produced an accoustic cap that allowed the piano's tone to sing out with near-perfect clarity.
Hermione held her breath as the piece drew to a close, but the player simply took a deep breath and started another piece and
Hermione turned her attention to him, somehow managing to conceal her shock as the player tossed his head back, fitfully
throwing errant strands of hair back over his shoulders. She had been so transfixed by the music and room she hadn't even really
noticed the pianist. Now she was frozen, terror and awe warring within her. She had missed classical music and although the playing
was not of professional concert standard it was very good nonetheless, but on the other hand she was listening in on what had to be
a very private ritual for Professor Snape. Fingers skittering over the keys in an almost hysterical fashion broke her out of her
reverie and Hermione was awestruck at the sudden accelerando agitato Professor Snape drew from the music, drawing away from the
mannered delivery he'd used up until that point. At once the classical elegance fell away, revealing the tattered humanity beneath
the notes.
Hermione could not have moved from her spot by the door at that moment even had her hair been set alight. Her breath caught in her
throat and her eyes widened, tears gathering in them from the intensity of Mozart's work. The rousing final chords shattered her
reverie and she managed to slip out undetected, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could. Outside, she leaned against the
stone wall the door had apparently turned into and caught her breath. Very privately she decided that the previous fifteen minutes had
not happened officially. Instead she headed towards the Astronomy Tower for a breath of fresh air.
Severus Snape heard the door behind him close very quietly after the Mozart Fantasy came to an end and felt a brief flutter of worry
that the nosey parker who had walked in on his playing would be indiscreet. Then a smirk twitched his mouth upwards and relief flooded
through him. Who would believe them anyway?
A/N - There is no point to this and it does not link into any of my other fanfics, I just wanted to write my own version
of the 'Snape as a cultured smoothie' cliche. I quite like those stories, but they are so rarely in keeping with the
canon Snape we all know and love/loathe.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Hermione had decided to take a break from her homework research and stretch her legs instead, ambling along the antiquated
halls of Hogwarts. She had no particular destination in mind and merely allowed her legs to take her hither and thither. Had
the weather been more clement she would have gone down to the quidditch pitch to watch Ron, the twins and Harry larking around,
but although her friends weren't put off by a little rain Hermione preferred to stay inside where it was dry.
Hermione's abstracted musings were interrupted by the quiet strains of a piano playing. She stopped dead in her tracks and
cocked her head, utterly bemused by the sound. She'd never heard a piano in the wizarding world before, although she had heard
guitars and string quartets on the WWN. She certainly would not have expected to hear that particular vaguely familiar tune.
She followed the sound to one of the hallways and concentrated hard, trying to remember why she knew that piece. As the tune
changed it came to her, it was the Blue Danube, one of her father's favourite classical pieces and not one she'd known had a
piano arrangement.
She wandered around the area, trying to find where the music was coming from when she saw a door she hadn't noticed previously.
She opened it as quietly as she could and tip-toed through, stopping dead just inside the room as she saw what was inside.
The room was nearly bare, but for the carpet underfoot and the concert grand piano stood in its centre. The room itself was the
size of a small classroom and had an inordinately high ceiling. If Hermione had been a student of acoustics she would have
realised that those dimensions produced an accoustic cap that allowed the piano's tone to sing out with near-perfect clarity.
Hermione held her breath as the piece drew to a close, but the player simply took a deep breath and started another piece and
Hermione turned her attention to him, somehow managing to conceal her shock as the player tossed his head back, fitfully
throwing errant strands of hair back over his shoulders. She had been so transfixed by the music and room she hadn't even really
noticed the pianist. Now she was frozen, terror and awe warring within her. She had missed classical music and although the playing
was not of professional concert standard it was very good nonetheless, but on the other hand she was listening in on what had to be
a very private ritual for Professor Snape. Fingers skittering over the keys in an almost hysterical fashion broke her out of her
reverie and Hermione was awestruck at the sudden accelerando agitato Professor Snape drew from the music, drawing away from the
mannered delivery he'd used up until that point. At once the classical elegance fell away, revealing the tattered humanity beneath
the notes.
Hermione could not have moved from her spot by the door at that moment even had her hair been set alight. Her breath caught in her
throat and her eyes widened, tears gathering in them from the intensity of Mozart's work. The rousing final chords shattered her
reverie and she managed to slip out undetected, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could. Outside, she leaned against the
stone wall the door had apparently turned into and caught her breath. Very privately she decided that the previous fifteen minutes had
not happened officially. Instead she headed towards the Astronomy Tower for a breath of fresh air.
Severus Snape heard the door behind him close very quietly after the Mozart Fantasy came to an end and felt a brief flutter of worry
that the nosey parker who had walked in on his playing would be indiscreet. Then a smirk twitched his mouth upwards and relief flooded
through him. Who would believe them anyway?