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The Fire and the Rose, Chapter 2"Well, well," he mused. "You two do seem to have got yourselves into a bit of a predicament haven't you?"
"With respect, headmaster," bit off Snape, managing to infuse Hermione's voice with a near-normal degree of venom, "I did absolutely nothing to contribute to this situation."
Hermione stifled a snort at this. A deep, baritone noise issued from the depths of the armchair. It occurred to her that Snape's voice was very well suited to snorting.
Both... men, she supposed, for want of a better description of Snape right now... turned to look at her.
"Did you have something to add, Miss Granger?" enquired Snape silkily. Except that he hadn't quite got the knack of doing that with her voice yet. Hermione's lighter, mid-soprano simply didn'tdo silky. It sounded closer to sulky, she thought. Snape clearly also thought the same, as he grimaced.
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