[Summary] Ottermione Story. Every since Potter, Ron, and Neville blew up a cauldron and turned their best friend into an otter, life for Hermione Granger has never been normal. She's long since learned to change back into a human, but that doesn't stop her mischief! (This story is set in the world of "Glad It Wasn't Me" AU)

Quidditch Pitch Prompt: Blood was splattered on every wall in the room.

A/N: For those of you who haven't read Glad It Wasn't Me story, this story may or may not make perfect sense!

One of Those Days

Blood was splattered on every wall in the room.

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and stifled a really long sigh. It was going to be one of those sorts of days.

"Mr Longbottom," Snape growled, sounding more like a irritated T-Rex than a man. "What in name of Merlin's aftershave did you do?"

The wide-eyed boy trembled, his robes, hair, and everything coated in blood. He was crying, and the only reason Severus knew he was doing so was because his tears had cleared the only clean area of his face.

"I blew her up!" the boy wailed. "She's going to haunt me forever!"

Severus, ever the one to take inventory before panicking, mentally ticked off what ingredients he had given the boy to make any of the the potion assignments he had given over the past week. None of them had eviscerations as one of the side effects.

"First, who did you supposedly blow up, Mr Longbottom," Snape grunted. "Second, why are you in my Potions classroom unsupervised?"

Longbottom's lip quivered. "I wasn't unsupervised. Hermione was helping me, like you told her to."

Severus frowned. "Miss Granger is many things, Mr Longbottom, but she is not a Potions idiot. Now why is there blood coating every surface of my classroom?"

"S-she was telling me I was doing it wrong," he babbled. "I got frustrated, told her stop bossing me around, and I—I may have thrown something in the cauldron without thinking."

Snape's eyes smoldered in their sockets, boring into Neville with far more ire than mercy. "Some—thing?" he spaced out the words with disdain. "Do you not even know what sort of thing you threw?"

Neville shriveled under Snape's gaze. "No," he squeaked.

"Up to the Hospital Wing and then the Headmaster's office, Mr Longbottom," Severus sneered at him with his eyebrows furrowed. "Once Madam Pomfrey confirms you are not dying of something refreshingly fatal, I hope you have a grand explanation ready for Headmaster Dumbledore on why your classmate will not be joining you anytime soon!"

Neville paled completely, clutching his blood stained books as he fled the classroom.

"And fifty points from Gryffindor for your incompetence!" Snape snarled at his back.

Severus blew the strand of hair out from his face as the fleeing footsteps disappeared down the corridor.

"You can come out now, miscreant," he said softly, waving his wand around to clean the room of the coating of blood. "Count on Neville Longbottom to make perfect human blood by accident and then make it explode."

Squeaking noises came from one of the nearby cauldrons, and Snape cleaned it off and tipped it back over.

A brown head popped out of the cauldron, whiskers twitching. Deep brown eyes locked on his as her webbed paw touched his pale, white fingers.

"Are you satisfied?" Snape huffed, running his finger under her chin. "You have managed to convince your classmate that he has blown you to smithereens, and that you will haunt him for the rest of his life as a ghost." He ran his wand over her, cleaning the blood off her fur.

The fuzzy brown otter stared at him with warm eyes and squeaked, making it sound like a snicker.

"What am I going to do with you, hrm?" Snape said, shaking his head. He scooped up the fuzzy Mustelidae and let her snuffle his face with her whiskers. "If you weren't my familiar, I'd be docking points and having you clean the walls with your bare paws."

Hermione licked his nose.

"Psh," he admonished, placing his finger on her nose. "Don't you have class with Minerva in a few minutes?"

Hermione make a soft grunt and a soft chain of squeaks.

Snape sniffed. "We can go to the ocean after your homework is done, Miss Granger, not before. I won't have Albus accusing me of neglecting your studies just because you are my familiar."

Hermione made a disappointed sound and then jumped out of his arms to the floor with a soft splat. Then, after a second, Hermione was human. She wrapped her arms around Snape's waist and held tight to him.

Slowly, gently his hand laid on her head as a soft expression crossed his face. "You're lucky the door is closed. You know the rules."

Hermione looked up at him and shook her head. "Yes, yes, the students cannot know you are anything but an insufferable, greasy-haired, git!"

Snape arched an eyebrow at her.

She smiled at him, unabashed.

"Dungeon bat," Hermione taunted, grinning up at him impishly.

"Hn," he replied. "Away with you, or there will be no urchins for dinner for you."

Hermione smiled, grabbed her books from the nearby table, and scurried out the door with a bounce in her step that seemed so like her otter self.

Snape ran his hand through his hair. "Familiars," he scoffed. He paused a moment as he righted another cauldron. A quirk of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Only Merlin knows what brought you to me, Ms Granger, but… I am glad you here." He stood up, brushed his robes clean, and swept the room and down the hall, his black robes billowing behind him.