Author's Note:

I have written 37 stories, 15 of which are unfinished/on hiatus and are in need of updating, meanwhile I have at least three more Ideas buzzing in my head, dying to be typed up. ….If that doesn't describe my life perfectly, I don't know what does.

However I feel the need to type this up simply because I have searched and found none like it and My policy is if you can't find it, write it. So here it is, kinda. Please be kind I own nothing.

"Veronica! Where is my peacock feather quill, the one I use to reply fan mail with?"

Veronica rolled her eyes as she struggled with the stack of books that weight her down as she propped her chin on the top book so she could see over the stack, "It's on your desk sir!" she yelled from the other room. With a Grunt she set the stack of books on the dining room table next to a large wooden crate, she began to orderly stack the books in the crate. Wishing she had known what she would have been doing so she could have dressed appropriately, she readjusted her white, high collar, button up blouse and slipped off her navy blue suit jacket. She also had unfortunately wore a matching navy blue pencil skirt and black heels.

"Ronnie I just can't thank you enough for helping me with all this." A tall man with bright blue eyes and golden blonde hair sauntered into the dining room as the girl pushed blackish-brown hair that had fallen out of her bun out of her face. "Then again, it is what I pay you for" he thought out loud and Veronica resisted the urge to scoff, she didn't get paid nearly enough for this! Coming over to her boss's house at the crack of dawn to help him pack, if you could call it that, Veronica called it her doing all the grunt work while he spent three hours trying to figure out what robes to bring with him to his new job.

Teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, why anyone would hire this man as a teacher was well beyond her.

"Well, that's the last of it." She sighed, the man turned back to her with a bright charming smile that she had grown to resent after three years, "Excellent, You take the books and I'll take my luggage."

Veronica cast a dreading look at the stacks of horribly heavy crates that held dozens of copies of Gilderoy Lockhart's books. "Come, come we mustn't dally." The blonde man chippered as Veronica grunted as she lifted a heavily book crate and hauled it over to the fire place. After toting the darned thing all the way in she grabbed a hand full of Floo Powder, "Hogwarts School, Lockhart's Office" she chanted and dropped the powder. The green fire wasn't hot but it was very very warm and in a split second she was standing in the fireplace of a large office.

It took her three minutes to haul the box out of the hearth and over to a shelf, breaking a light sweat as she did so. Her boney body wasn't built for heavy lifting, when she had applied for the job she thought it would be filing and secretarial work, and most of the time it was. Veronica Largo applied for a personal assistant job when she was twenty five years old after she was laid off from her job as a book keeper at Gringotts, the employer was a well known author, but Veronica never read his books, it was never meant to be a career, she had planned to work until she was back on her feet.

That was three years ago.

Lockhart arrived with a small carry on as Veronica was arranging the books on the shelf, Lockhart owned several copies of his own books and was a text book narcissist, not that Veronica would ever vocalize that, goodness me never. Shy, soft-spoken, Veronica Largo the proverbial punching bag of all authority figures, bosses, parents, boyfriends.

No Spine, not an ounce of courage or self-respect, good at her job, the perfect little worker bee for a narcissist.

"Hop-to my dear only four more crates to go, not counting the suitcases that is." Lockhart said lightheartedly and Veronica nodded. "Right away sir" she complied and moved for the floo again, a half an hour later all the crates where delivered, now it was time to unpack. While Lockhart lounged in his desk chair, Veronica was arranging and stacking books on the shelves when they both heard a knock on the door.

Turning her head slightly Veronica caught sight of an elderly looking man with a long snowy white bread and ruby colored robes. "Gilderoy, good to see you." The Old man said cheerfully as he entered the office, "Professor Dumbledore, and you as well sir." Lockhart stood and shook hands with the man. "I hoped to get an early start, lots to do you know."

Veronica returned to her work, stepping up another bar on the step stool to reach the top shelve. "Gilderoy, won't you introduce me to the young lady to the stool?" Albus interrupted him, Lockhart turned having forgotten Veronica was even there. "Oh yes, of course. Ronnie could you come here please?" Veronica slowly climbed down the stool and primly approached the two, "Headmaster Dumbledore, I would like you to meet my personal assistant Ronnie Lovejoy…"

"Largo" Veronica corrected quickly, and offered her hand to the Headmaster to shake, "Veronica Largo, Headmaster it is very nice to meet you." She said politely. "And you as well, how long have you worked with Gilderoy?" the headmaster asked, "Three years" she stated bluntly.

"Well…" the headmaster nodded, "I do hope to see you at the start of the year feast tomorrow." With that the headmaster smiled and left them both. Lockhart turned to her in confusion, "Largo, for how long?" she looked at him with a slightly amused look, "since Birth, sir."

Veronica finished with the books and sighed, it was about noon now, but she wasn't hungry. To avoid spending more time with Lockhart then needed she informed him that she was going to see the green houses and left the office quickly. She didn't despise Lockhart, but she wasn't all together fond of him either. The main reason she stayed was because she knew for a fact that the man wouldn't be about to function without her.

The halls were all empty, students wouldn't arrive until tomorrow night. Her heels clicked and echoed off the walls of the halls as she reached the outdoors courtyard, she really had no idea where she was going. She never attended Hogwarts, Her parents sent her to school in Massachusetts in the States, a Co-ed magic school located in an old run down boarding school that had been shut down to the public for years. She was the middle child of five children from an upper-middle class family,, as such she quickly learned to be fairly independent from a young age.

Her mother was a Muggle and her Father was a half blood wizard, only Veronica and her Older sister Heather where magic.

Veronica never considered herself a looker, her thin body never invoked the whistles of men on the street, no man ever offered her free drinks at a bar. Not that she minded, hell she couldn't even remember that last time she entered a bar. She was rather plain looking actually, her nose was narrow and slightly sloped. Her hair, which was almost always pinned up out of the way in a large clam clip with only her bangs covering her forehead, was simply brown as well as her eyes. Her face was small round with low cheek bones. The only thing she was really proud of was her lips, which with the proper lip coloring were full and plump.

But she didn't completely discredit herself, she knew she was smart. You couldn't have an IQ of 119 and not be smart. She also considered herself a good person, sure she might not always go out of her way to be nice to someone, but she did not go out of her way to be nasty either.

Veronica arrived at the green houses and found a plump, little grey haired woman in a dirty yellow robe are flitting across the small building. "Uh, hello?" she announced herself and the woman looked up, "Oh, hello there." She said cheerfully, "I was told we would be getting a new Defense teacher, I am professor Sprout, but you can call me Pomona." Veronica shook her hand, "Veronica Largo, nice to meet you but I'm not the new teacher, I am Mr. Lockhart's personal assistant."

"Oh, well it's nice to meet you none the less dear, did you need something or?" Veronica shook her head, "No ma'am, uh, I was just wandering around. And I always loved Herbology so I figured the green houses might be a nice starting place." She looked around, "But I can leaving if you like, I completely under stand if…" the older woman shook her hands, "Perish the thought, come in make yourself at home, I was just snipping off some Lachrymose sprouts for the Potions Master, he needed some stock for the ingredients cabinet.

"Oh, do you need any help?" she asked, Sprout shrugged and handed her a pair of long, thin, shiny scissors. "Do you know where to cut?" she asked and Veronica nodded, "oh yes ma'am," she assure the older, shorter woman.

"So, what is it like working with the famous Gilderoy Lockhart?" she asked and Veronica shrugged, "It's okay I guess, I mean I work for him mostly. Paper work, book signings, coffee runs."

"Afternoon Pomona" a deep voice greeted from the entry way, in a tone that could only be described as utterly neutral. They turned and Sprout Nodded, "Good afternoon Severus, I'm just about done actually if you wouldn't mind waiting a moment." Severus nodded and leaned slightly on the wall, glancing at the unfamiliar woman passively, "Dumbledore finally get you an assistant?" he noted and Pomona looked back at Veronica.

"Oh no, forgive me. Veronica this is the school's Potions Master Severus Snape. Severus this is Veronica…uh... forgive me dear what was your last name?" Veronica smiled and set aside the shears and papery stocks to take in the Stoic looking man. He had longish black hair and a long narrow hooked nose like a hawk. His eyes were black and piercing. The frown on his face seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face. All in all an intimidating figure.

"Largo, Veronica Largo. I'm Mister L… pardon me…Professor Lockhart's personal assistant." She offered her hand politely, "It's very nice to meet you sir."

He shook her hand, though he seemed a bit reluctant to do so. Veronica noticed his face feel slightly when she mentioned Lockhart. "Lockhart does strike me as the sort of person to have a Personal Assistant." He muttered. "Here we are" Pomona handed the black clad man a container of the spears. Veronica looked around, "Well it was very nice to meet you two but I should really go before…."

She was cut off buy the last thing she wanted to hear, "Ronnie" Veronica flinched. 'Bugger' she thought as Gilderoy Lockhart, in all his flamboyant, lavender colored glory strode up to the green house like a peacock. "I was just on my way back sir" she forced a smile. To the other two people in the greenhouse the state of the smile was rather obvious, but Lockhart didn't seem to notice.

"I wanted to talk you about all this Fan mail I'm getting, I can't possibly answer it all myself." Veronica resisted rolling her eyes and nodded "Yes sir…I'll get right on that." She sighed and turned back to Severus and Sprout. "Well it has been nice talking to you but I have to go." She smiled halfheartedly. "good bye"

She hurried off after Lockhart, wanted to start working on the letters as soon as possible so as to get them done quickly. Some of them were really rather disturbing.

Professor Sprout and Snape watched after her, "Well she seems sweet" the older woman noted with a smile but Severus frowned, "I suppose, thank you again" he nodded and Sprout waved it off "any time."

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Veronica sat at the desk with a worn quill and bottle of lavender ink. She was a quarter of the way through the stack, and had written thirty letters. She wrote on pale blue custom made parchment, Lockhart thought it was more charming, but Veronica thought the lavender was hard to read on the blue. She set the quill down and grabbed her wrist, twisting and stretching it. At this rate she would get carpal tunnel for the second time in two years.

"There she is" Lockhart enter from behind her making her jump, "how are those letters coming?" she sighed, "Thirty down, and…" she glanced at the stack, or rather, stacks. "thirty thousand to go" she joked weakly. Lockhart chuckled, "always the joker," he glanced at the clock it was approaching nine thirty, "it's getting pretty late, I think I'm going to turn in." Veronica closed her eyes and swallowed hard, "Mr. Lockhart." She said suddenly. "I wonder if I can talk to you about something." Lockhart nodded, "I don't see why not"

Veronica sighed, she had meant to bring this up for a while. "About my pay, Um, I…. I have been working for you for three years now, and have been making a steady 5,595.58 galleons a year. Which is average for the starting years of a Personal Assistant I know, but…."

"Veronica" Lockhart stopped her and stepped forward and sat at the table beside her. He patted her hand gently in the condescending sort of way that she had grown to tolerate to a point over the past three years, "Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie." He tutted. "I know you have been working hard for me all these years, and due to this you do deserve compensation for this. But look at it this way, you are working for one of the greatest wizards of this time, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and Five time Winner or Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award."

Lockhart flashed her that blinding white grin, "How many lucky young witches can say that? Only one. And you know who that is..?" He reached forward and booped her nose, "You" He chuckled and began to get up, "Well I do enjoy our little chats, but we have a big day ahead of us, have to get my beauty rest."

Veronica forced down her disappointment and indignation and forced a small smile, "of course sir, Have a good night"

"And I good night to you to Ronnie" he waved back at her as he walked up the stair case to the door that lead to his quarters. Veronica waited until the door clicked shut before sighing, "It's Veronica" she corrected to the empty air….

Hope you enjoyed, Tell me what you think or is I should continue this

I am hoping for this to be a Snape/oc Friendship. I am aware that Veronica isn't the most badass of women but I'm hoping for a good amount of character development. BTW I ran the exchange rate I galleon is equal to 4.93 pound sterling so 5, 595.58 galleons is equal to 27,586 GBP which is the median pay for a personal assistant in the UK according to the website I checked.