WARNING: SONG FIC! Well, just a bit of the prologue anyway. The rest is Snape's POV.
CHAPTER ONE
I'm Not A Perfect Person
Three seventh year Gryffindors walked out of the Great Hall unaware of the tall Potions Master following in their wake as they stopped to chat for the few minutes before the bell rang for morning classes. Professor Snape watched the small group from the shadows with an odd mixture of expressions on his face. One was a look of mild interest, the other two were of deep thought and slight regret as he focused his attention primarily on the girl with bushy brown hair and a bulging bag of books slung over her back. She winced, momentarily uncomfortable, before she readjusted her book bag then smiled at her two friends before continuing their conversation.
The smile on her face wavered ever so slightly as she seemed to reprimand the two boys occasionally, but was soon back in place afterwards. The tall man seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he stared at her.
I'm not a perfect person As many things I wish I didn't do But I continue learning I never meant to do those things to you...
His thoughts began to reflect on the past seven years and how he had treated her, specifically. He had been more than rude, more times than were "necessary" as a Slytherin to a Gryffindor, more than a Pureblood to a Mudblood. He had also been even ruder to her because of the Golden Boy, Potter, and his bumbling sidekick, Weasley. He hated that she knew more than any other student in her class. He hated that she, a Mudblood, was almost as intelligent as he, himself, one of her professors. He truly never meant to hurt her so personally. He just wanted to hurt Gryffindor, to hurt Mudbloods that should never have been permitted to attend Hogwarts, and to hurt Potter for what his arrogant father had done to him, making his school life hell. He didn't want to hurt her, just what she stood for.
I'm sorry that I hurt you It's something I must live with everyday And all the pain I put you through I wish that I could take it all away And be the one who catches all your tears...
He hated that he put her down all the time, that he bullied her in front of other people, that he told her constantly that she was a little girl, an insufferable know-it-all and yet she had still never fought back, never challenged him, never just got angry and yelled at him. She was a Gryffindor, after all. Where was her courage, her fire, her passion? He'd heard of it before, but had never had a taste of it first-hand. He resented her talent and commitment. In truth, she was practically the ideal student. She listened to what she was told and she applied her knowledge well. She stood up to dangers every damn day. She stood up to dangers that had nothing to do with the wizarding world, dangers of the normal kind; dangers of teenagers. She faced the knowledge of never really having more than a handful of friends, the knowledge that she was smarter and more talented than every other student in the school and that they would resent her for it for even years to come; jealousy.
I've found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start over new And the reason is you
Professor Snape stepped out of the shadows as the bell rang. "Good day, Miss Granger," Snape said in a voice quite softer than his own would normally be as he passed the now slightly perturbed boys and even more confused girl. "Good day to you, too, Professor," she said in a breathless whisper.
A/N: To be honest, I'm usually not the writer, just the beta. This is the first fic I've ever written. Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames may be sent to laurieisme (lauriestrode22yahoo.ca). I've just recently discovered HG/SS fics. They are interesting, indeed. If I have offended anyone with my language or style, instead of apologizing, as I was originally going to do, I've been instructed by my beta, Laurie, to just say, "Bite me!" Thank You.
A/N: The lyrics in italics are from "The Reason" by Hoobastank.
CHAPTER ONE
I'm Not A Perfect Person
Three seventh year Gryffindors walked out of the Great Hall unaware of the tall Potions Master following in their wake as they stopped to chat for the few minutes before the bell rang for morning classes. Professor Snape watched the small group from the shadows with an odd mixture of expressions on his face. One was a look of mild interest, the other two were of deep thought and slight regret as he focused his attention primarily on the girl with bushy brown hair and a bulging bag of books slung over her back. She winced, momentarily uncomfortable, before she readjusted her book bag then smiled at her two friends before continuing their conversation.
The smile on her face wavered ever so slightly as she seemed to reprimand the two boys occasionally, but was soon back in place afterwards. The tall man seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he stared at her.
I'm not a perfect person As many things I wish I didn't do But I continue learning I never meant to do those things to you...
His thoughts began to reflect on the past seven years and how he had treated her, specifically. He had been more than rude, more times than were "necessary" as a Slytherin to a Gryffindor, more than a Pureblood to a Mudblood. He had also been even ruder to her because of the Golden Boy, Potter, and his bumbling sidekick, Weasley. He hated that she knew more than any other student in her class. He hated that she, a Mudblood, was almost as intelligent as he, himself, one of her professors. He truly never meant to hurt her so personally. He just wanted to hurt Gryffindor, to hurt Mudbloods that should never have been permitted to attend Hogwarts, and to hurt Potter for what his arrogant father had done to him, making his school life hell. He didn't want to hurt her, just what she stood for.
I'm sorry that I hurt you It's something I must live with everyday And all the pain I put you through I wish that I could take it all away And be the one who catches all your tears...
He hated that he put her down all the time, that he bullied her in front of other people, that he told her constantly that she was a little girl, an insufferable know-it-all and yet she had still never fought back, never challenged him, never just got angry and yelled at him. She was a Gryffindor, after all. Where was her courage, her fire, her passion? He'd heard of it before, but had never had a taste of it first-hand. He resented her talent and commitment. In truth, she was practically the ideal student. She listened to what she was told and she applied her knowledge well. She stood up to dangers every damn day. She stood up to dangers that had nothing to do with the wizarding world, dangers of the normal kind; dangers of teenagers. She faced the knowledge of never really having more than a handful of friends, the knowledge that she was smarter and more talented than every other student in the school and that they would resent her for it for even years to come; jealousy.
I've found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start over new And the reason is you
Professor Snape stepped out of the shadows as the bell rang. "Good day, Miss Granger," Snape said in a voice quite softer than his own would normally be as he passed the now slightly perturbed boys and even more confused girl. "Good day to you, too, Professor," she said in a breathless whisper.
A/N: To be honest, I'm usually not the writer, just the beta. This is the first fic I've ever written. Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames may be sent to laurieisme (lauriestrode22yahoo.ca). I've just recently discovered HG/SS fics. They are interesting, indeed. If I have offended anyone with my language or style, instead of apologizing, as I was originally going to do, I've been instructed by my beta, Laurie, to just say, "Bite me!" Thank You.
A/N: The lyrics in italics are from "The Reason" by Hoobastank.