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An old friend

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Severus was looking up at his canopy bed top; thoughts drilling his mind about his newly found emotion. He couldn't understand how this could have happened. He sneered at himself for letting it happen, a student teacher relationship. Such a thing is absolutely forbidden, besides how could I have feelings for her, such a know it all. How he loathed her. But for some reason he couldn't bring himself to wake her and tell her to leave his chambers before he gave her detention.

Hermione rolled over and stared into Severus' eyes and became lost. He returned the stare and he too had gotten lost. Every time he was around her he just wasn't himself, any other student he could be his mean cold rigid self, but not now.

"Severus, you do remember that you taught me occlumency also right? I can read your thoughts, and you can't give me detention because I don't go to this school!" Hermione said, sound much more superior than normal. She smiled sheepishly and sat up.

" Who gave you permission to gaze into my mind Ms. Granger? That is very inappropriate. I hope you don't find me rude but please, get out. I at least need to make and appearance at dinner, which started a little over fifteen minutes ago." Severus stood up from his bed and walked into his closet. Hermione ignored him as usual and went to take a bath.

Severus walked into his bathroom now fully clothes in his usual long black robes, and looked down and the nude body in his tub. Hermione had somehow manifested a waterproof cd player and headphones. She was humming a song to herself and moving her toes to the beat.

"How incredibly American" Severus muttered under his breath, but he felt warm water splash onto the back of his head not a noticeable amount though. He turned around quickly and saw Hermione with her eyes closed tight smiling and pretending nothing happened. He just chuckled inwardly and walked up to dinner.

Hermione got out of the bathtub 5 minutes later, and got quickly dressed and dried her hair. She didn't straighten it. It somehow had calmed down and her curls were hung in an amazing fashion around her head. She just looked at her hair for a minute before walking up to the Great Hall.

When she entered the Great Hall, McGonagall stood up and announced her presence. As she walked up towards the head table, The Headmistriss was telling the students of Hogwarts of her accomplishments. She was blushing and giving the Professor a rather hard sneer, very much like Severus'. Everyone already knew all of her accomplishments of course. She, like much of the news around Hogwarts, had been gossiped about so much that the whole school knew who she was. They all knew of her triumph with Harry Potter against He Who Must Not Be Named.

"Thank you Professor." She tried to speak without any terror on her voice. She wasn't used to speaking to that big of a crowd before, she felt a little frightened and intimidated that the entire school looked up to her.

"Hermione, would you care to show us something of entertainment, perhaps dinner and a show type theory?" McGonagall, the second we are alone I'm shoving about 300 lemon drops down your throat for doing this!

" I would be delighted," Hermione smiled, and thought of a spell. She grasped her wand in her right hand and started muttering charms that created a purple sparkly smoke above all the student's heads. It quickly formed into a wizard's duel. It was a very short duel, including a short black haired man whom very much resembled Sirius Black and a tall red haired man who resembled Remus Lupin. The black haired man threw a hex and the other, and stood triumphantly over his twitching body.

The seventh years looked entertained, the third to sixth years looked impressed, and the second and first years looked mortified. McGonagall clapped her hands and everyone went back to their meals.

Hermione sat next to her and a teacher with his hood over his face. Hermione couldn't figure out this mysterious teacher but somehow felt as if she knew him. She didn't dwell on it; she ate her meal and spoke with McGonagall about Ron and California. Near the end of the meal Hermione was sitting and mostly everyone had left the Great Hall. All except for the head boy and girl, McGonagall, Hermione and the mysterious teacher.

"Well, my dear. I am going to go to my chambers. Would you like a lemon drop before I go?" she kindly offered.

" I would." Hermione took the lemon drop and hugged her old professor. McGonagall left and Hermione sat back down onto her chair. The head boy and girl had finally left to go to their posts.

Now all that was left was Hermione and that stranger. She stood up, and the stranger did as well. She started to walk away when…

"What, you're not going to give me a hug at least?" He pulled the hood off and outstretched his arms. Hermione smiled and indulged him. She hadn't seen Draco for three years.