Remember When It Rained
A/N: This is a song-fic inspired by the song of the same title from the album "Closer" by Josh Groban. If you have never heard this talented 20 something sing, you are missing out on one of the most beautiful voices! I find this song to be terribly moving. To me it expresses hope.
Let me add that I own nothing that you recognize. Oh, and June 4 can't come soon enough.
Live long and prosper! Titania 5/10/04
Chapter One
Wash away the thoughts inside...
That keep my mind away from you No more love and no more pride. The thoughts are all I have to do.
Hermione Granger was not your ordinary witch. No, not by far. She was muggle born, true but she was also one of the smartest most talented witches to grace the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since the time when Severus Snape was a student there.
She wasn't beautiful, but she was pleasing to the eyes with her cinnamon colored hair (which she had to really work at to keep under control) and her brown eyes. Her nose was not pert, nor was it big. Hermione always thought of it as just an ordinary nose. Her lips lent themselves to a certain sexiness, for they were full but just shy of pouty. She thought her lips were her best facial feature. She was of average height with shapely legs and a sweet figure. She was in decent shape, thanks to her mother's genes.
By far her finest asset however was her mind. Even she could acknowledge this with out false modesty. She knew her mind was fine for she worked hard to hone it to the sharp instrument it was. Her study habits and love of knowledge had perhaps cost her some friends, but this was not a frequent regret. After all, she had Harry, Ron and Ginny.
What she couldn't figure out though, as she stood in the back garden of number Twelve Grimmauld Place, was how she had fallen in love with Hogwarts most hated Professor. Not only that, but how she was going to survive her seventh and final year at school with out making a fool out of her self like she had last night.
The night before...
"Good evening Professor," she murmured as he helped her up off of the floor. She had, as usual run smack into him as she rushed down the stairs. She had been running late all day and was now in danger of being late for the start of the Order's weekly meeting.
She, Harry and Ron had just been inducted into the order the week prior, and she wanted to live up to the responsibility that membership entailed. Hermione hated tardiness. So as a result of her rushing, she had managed to plow into Professor Snape. Again. For probably the twentieth time that year.
"Miss Granger, do you greet everyone in this manner or is it a privege reserved exclusively for me?" he asked once she was set aright again.
Hermione blushed and stuttered, "P-professor I am-"
"So sorry, sir," he finished cutting her apology off "Yes, Miss Granger I am well aware that you are once again so sorry, Professor Snape, sir. Tell me Miss Granger. Do you walk at all, or is your life lived at a continual run?"
She met his eyes and returned his scowl. "Well Professor, if you must know I have been rather busy today and am running behind on time."
"Yes, Miss Granger. It would seem that you had this same problem last term as well. I believe that I have advised you before that you shouldn't pack your schedule so tightly?"
She rewarded his gruff tone with a haughty expression and replied, "My schedule isn't your concern, sir, as I told you at the time you offered that sage advice." Allow me to reiterate the reply."
He narrowed his eyes at her and lowered his head toward her. His voice caressed her ear as he whispered, "Perhaps a cow bell around your neck would be in order then, Miss Granger, as a warning to your approach and a salvation to my arse!"
He turned on his heel, and strode to the kitchen door. Hermione stared, narrow eyed at his back as she followed him into the meeting.
He hadn't been joking when he made the remark about his arse, he thought as he gingerly sat down on one of the wooden chairs that surrounded the kitchen table. Perhaps it was age, or the lingering effects of the Crutatious he had endured last night, but Miss Granger's recklessness was beginning to wreak havoc on his posterior. He would have to treat the bruise he knew was forming with the salve he had created after enduring Poppy's teasing upon his fourth visit to the infirmary for Hermione treatment, as he referred to it.
"Really Severus," she had said. "One would think that a mere chit of a girl wouldn't be able to inflict such injury!"
He never returned to her after a run in with the girl from that night on. Thus the salve, which was of course back at Hogwarts. He hissed an expletive, drawing the attention of Remus Lupin who was, to Snape's great misfortune seated next to him.
"What was that, Severus?"
"Nothing Rover. Mind your business."
With one last scowl in her direction he turned his attention to Albus Dumbledore as he called the meeting to order.
Severus Snape lay sprawled under the shapely thighs of Hermione Granger. She was looking down at him with a mixture of horror and fear. He was looking up at her with a mixture of fury and pain. They were both too busy to notice the amused and in some cases, horrified expressions of the small audience that had gathered in the hall.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "Oh Professor Snape, sir I-"
"Shut up and get the hell off of me Granger!" he hissed at her as waves of pain swept through his already sore butt.
She closed her mouth and made to climb off of him, but in her haste her feet became entangled in her robes and she found herself sprawled chest to chest with him.
"Miss Granger! You are a nuisance, worse than Tonks!" he hissed again as he tried to catch the breath that she had knocked out of him. He bucked his hips slightly as he pushed her shoulders in an effort to urge her off of him then froze at her hissed reaction. This couldn't possibly be what he thought it was, he thought.
"Oh sir-"
"Get off of me now!"
She managed to climb off of him and stand upright without further incident. Ignoring her offered hand, Severus gingerly made his way to his feet, and in doing so noted the gathered crowd. 'Wonderful,' he thought as he turned to confront the on going bane of his existence.
"Miss Granger!" he growled as he towered over her in an attempt to intimidate. "Stay away from me. I don't want to see you except for your appearances in class, and I am ordering you to walk around me when you do see me. Do not sit next to me and for the love of God, please slow the Hell down! You are a continuing nuisance to me and if you run into me one more time you will regret it! Do I make myself clear, Miss Granger?"
She stood there, breathless and frightened listening to his whispered tirade. Wishing that the foundations of the old house would collapse and swallow her. Blinking back tears, she nodded her head and then stepped past him. He heard he stifled sobs as she ran up the stairs.
"Well done, Severus," Remus Lupin muttered as he edged his way past the cranky wizard.
Harry and Ron glared at him as the past him and followed their friend up the stairs and Severus thought that he heard the words Git and Bastard muttered and he wished that he could take house during summer break. Alas, Albus had forbidden it last summer.
"Severus. Did you have to be so harsh with Hermione?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling over his half moon glasses. "Surely she ran into you on accident?"
"Sir, she has made this running into me a habit over the course of the last year, as I am sure Poppy has informed you. She is a nuisance and is quite literally a pain in my arse! I may have to put up with her in class, but I certainly don't have to put up with her in any other arena!"
With that said he turned, strode out of the front door and apperated away with an angry pop.
With a sigh, Hermione turned and walked back inside. She really couldn't dwell on the prior evening any longer. Her eyes still felt puffy from crying and she hadn't had enough sleep. It was her turn to cook breakfast and she didn't want to ruin the meal for the rest of the occupants of the house. She had had a hard enough time persuading Molly Weasley that she actually deserved a lie in to try and help get rid of the persistent cough that even Snape's potions couldn't cure.
Thanking God, that he never took a meal in the house, she proceeded to heat up the Aga and whip the eggs in preparation for the giant omelet she was going to make. Time passed agreeably fast, the comfortable smell of breakfast drifted throughout the house and everyone slowly drifted in to begin their day.
She sat down at her place, mug of coffee in hand and nibbled on her eggs. Everyone kept to themselves during the first meal of the day from the tacit agreement that none were really morning people.
"So Mione, how did you sleep?" Remus asked breaking the silence.
She sipped her coffee again, wincing as she burned her tongue. "Fine, thank you Remus," she answered after a moment. "After all, being insulted by Professor Snape is something we are all used to by now."
He let out a small laugh that resembled a short bark and replied, "That's Severus for you, but I thought that you two were getting along better after your work on that potion last term?"
"I don't think that Snape could get along with anyone if his life depended on it," Harry muttered. "I mean really he's worse than Dudley sometimes!"
Hermione smiled at her friend and took another bite of her omelet.
"Don't let him hear you say that Harry!" scolded Ginny. "That's an insult to poor Dudley!"
This elicited a round of giggles, for everyone knew about Dudley Dursley and the treatment Harry received in his aunt and uncle's home.
"Besides Harry," Ron added "We have him again this year! Neville too, poor chap. Maybe you should just invent a Snape Repellant Charm, Mione. I think he will kill you if this term is a repeat of the last!"
Hermione sighed. "I don't know why I always seem to be running him down. You'd think that my mum hadn't made me take all of those years of ballet as ungraceful as I seem to be around him! I mean really, he just creeps up on you!"
There was no response to her comment, for they were all busy reflecting on how many times they had been caught off guard by the silent approach of their professor.
After a moment, Remus said, "He was even creepy silent as a student, to if I recall. He almost got the best on James on a couple of occasions. Still Hermione, last night was really amusing. The look on his face was priceless!"
"Please let's don't bring last night up again!" Hermione exclaimed, "I don't want to think about it. It will ruin our day at Diagon Alley."
Seeing her blush and not wanting to arouse her temper, her companions wisely let the matter drop.
A/N: This is a song-fic inspired by the song of the same title from the album "Closer" by Josh Groban. If you have never heard this talented 20 something sing, you are missing out on one of the most beautiful voices! I find this song to be terribly moving. To me it expresses hope.
Let me add that I own nothing that you recognize. Oh, and June 4 can't come soon enough.
Live long and prosper! Titania 5/10/04
Chapter One
Wash away the thoughts inside...
That keep my mind away from you No more love and no more pride. The thoughts are all I have to do.
Hermione Granger was not your ordinary witch. No, not by far. She was muggle born, true but she was also one of the smartest most talented witches to grace the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since the time when Severus Snape was a student there.
She wasn't beautiful, but she was pleasing to the eyes with her cinnamon colored hair (which she had to really work at to keep under control) and her brown eyes. Her nose was not pert, nor was it big. Hermione always thought of it as just an ordinary nose. Her lips lent themselves to a certain sexiness, for they were full but just shy of pouty. She thought her lips were her best facial feature. She was of average height with shapely legs and a sweet figure. She was in decent shape, thanks to her mother's genes.
By far her finest asset however was her mind. Even she could acknowledge this with out false modesty. She knew her mind was fine for she worked hard to hone it to the sharp instrument it was. Her study habits and love of knowledge had perhaps cost her some friends, but this was not a frequent regret. After all, she had Harry, Ron and Ginny.
What she couldn't figure out though, as she stood in the back garden of number Twelve Grimmauld Place, was how she had fallen in love with Hogwarts most hated Professor. Not only that, but how she was going to survive her seventh and final year at school with out making a fool out of her self like she had last night.
The night before...
"Good evening Professor," she murmured as he helped her up off of the floor. She had, as usual run smack into him as she rushed down the stairs. She had been running late all day and was now in danger of being late for the start of the Order's weekly meeting.
She, Harry and Ron had just been inducted into the order the week prior, and she wanted to live up to the responsibility that membership entailed. Hermione hated tardiness. So as a result of her rushing, she had managed to plow into Professor Snape. Again. For probably the twentieth time that year.
"Miss Granger, do you greet everyone in this manner or is it a privege reserved exclusively for me?" he asked once she was set aright again.
Hermione blushed and stuttered, "P-professor I am-"
"So sorry, sir," he finished cutting her apology off "Yes, Miss Granger I am well aware that you are once again so sorry, Professor Snape, sir. Tell me Miss Granger. Do you walk at all, or is your life lived at a continual run?"
She met his eyes and returned his scowl. "Well Professor, if you must know I have been rather busy today and am running behind on time."
"Yes, Miss Granger. It would seem that you had this same problem last term as well. I believe that I have advised you before that you shouldn't pack your schedule so tightly?"
She rewarded his gruff tone with a haughty expression and replied, "My schedule isn't your concern, sir, as I told you at the time you offered that sage advice." Allow me to reiterate the reply."
He narrowed his eyes at her and lowered his head toward her. His voice caressed her ear as he whispered, "Perhaps a cow bell around your neck would be in order then, Miss Granger, as a warning to your approach and a salvation to my arse!"
He turned on his heel, and strode to the kitchen door. Hermione stared, narrow eyed at his back as she followed him into the meeting.
He hadn't been joking when he made the remark about his arse, he thought as he gingerly sat down on one of the wooden chairs that surrounded the kitchen table. Perhaps it was age, or the lingering effects of the Crutatious he had endured last night, but Miss Granger's recklessness was beginning to wreak havoc on his posterior. He would have to treat the bruise he knew was forming with the salve he had created after enduring Poppy's teasing upon his fourth visit to the infirmary for Hermione treatment, as he referred to it.
"Really Severus," she had said. "One would think that a mere chit of a girl wouldn't be able to inflict such injury!"
He never returned to her after a run in with the girl from that night on. Thus the salve, which was of course back at Hogwarts. He hissed an expletive, drawing the attention of Remus Lupin who was, to Snape's great misfortune seated next to him.
"What was that, Severus?"
"Nothing Rover. Mind your business."
With one last scowl in her direction he turned his attention to Albus Dumbledore as he called the meeting to order.
Severus Snape lay sprawled under the shapely thighs of Hermione Granger. She was looking down at him with a mixture of horror and fear. He was looking up at her with a mixture of fury and pain. They were both too busy to notice the amused and in some cases, horrified expressions of the small audience that had gathered in the hall.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "Oh Professor Snape, sir I-"
"Shut up and get the hell off of me Granger!" he hissed at her as waves of pain swept through his already sore butt.
She closed her mouth and made to climb off of him, but in her haste her feet became entangled in her robes and she found herself sprawled chest to chest with him.
"Miss Granger! You are a nuisance, worse than Tonks!" he hissed again as he tried to catch the breath that she had knocked out of him. He bucked his hips slightly as he pushed her shoulders in an effort to urge her off of him then froze at her hissed reaction. This couldn't possibly be what he thought it was, he thought.
"Oh sir-"
"Get off of me now!"
She managed to climb off of him and stand upright without further incident. Ignoring her offered hand, Severus gingerly made his way to his feet, and in doing so noted the gathered crowd. 'Wonderful,' he thought as he turned to confront the on going bane of his existence.
"Miss Granger!" he growled as he towered over her in an attempt to intimidate. "Stay away from me. I don't want to see you except for your appearances in class, and I am ordering you to walk around me when you do see me. Do not sit next to me and for the love of God, please slow the Hell down! You are a continuing nuisance to me and if you run into me one more time you will regret it! Do I make myself clear, Miss Granger?"
She stood there, breathless and frightened listening to his whispered tirade. Wishing that the foundations of the old house would collapse and swallow her. Blinking back tears, she nodded her head and then stepped past him. He heard he stifled sobs as she ran up the stairs.
"Well done, Severus," Remus Lupin muttered as he edged his way past the cranky wizard.
Harry and Ron glared at him as the past him and followed their friend up the stairs and Severus thought that he heard the words Git and Bastard muttered and he wished that he could take house during summer break. Alas, Albus had forbidden it last summer.
"Severus. Did you have to be so harsh with Hermione?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling over his half moon glasses. "Surely she ran into you on accident?"
"Sir, she has made this running into me a habit over the course of the last year, as I am sure Poppy has informed you. She is a nuisance and is quite literally a pain in my arse! I may have to put up with her in class, but I certainly don't have to put up with her in any other arena!"
With that said he turned, strode out of the front door and apperated away with an angry pop.
With a sigh, Hermione turned and walked back inside. She really couldn't dwell on the prior evening any longer. Her eyes still felt puffy from crying and she hadn't had enough sleep. It was her turn to cook breakfast and she didn't want to ruin the meal for the rest of the occupants of the house. She had had a hard enough time persuading Molly Weasley that she actually deserved a lie in to try and help get rid of the persistent cough that even Snape's potions couldn't cure.
Thanking God, that he never took a meal in the house, she proceeded to heat up the Aga and whip the eggs in preparation for the giant omelet she was going to make. Time passed agreeably fast, the comfortable smell of breakfast drifted throughout the house and everyone slowly drifted in to begin their day.
She sat down at her place, mug of coffee in hand and nibbled on her eggs. Everyone kept to themselves during the first meal of the day from the tacit agreement that none were really morning people.
"So Mione, how did you sleep?" Remus asked breaking the silence.
She sipped her coffee again, wincing as she burned her tongue. "Fine, thank you Remus," she answered after a moment. "After all, being insulted by Professor Snape is something we are all used to by now."
He let out a small laugh that resembled a short bark and replied, "That's Severus for you, but I thought that you two were getting along better after your work on that potion last term?"
"I don't think that Snape could get along with anyone if his life depended on it," Harry muttered. "I mean really he's worse than Dudley sometimes!"
Hermione smiled at her friend and took another bite of her omelet.
"Don't let him hear you say that Harry!" scolded Ginny. "That's an insult to poor Dudley!"
This elicited a round of giggles, for everyone knew about Dudley Dursley and the treatment Harry received in his aunt and uncle's home.
"Besides Harry," Ron added "We have him again this year! Neville too, poor chap. Maybe you should just invent a Snape Repellant Charm, Mione. I think he will kill you if this term is a repeat of the last!"
Hermione sighed. "I don't know why I always seem to be running him down. You'd think that my mum hadn't made me take all of those years of ballet as ungraceful as I seem to be around him! I mean really, he just creeps up on you!"
There was no response to her comment, for they were all busy reflecting on how many times they had been caught off guard by the silent approach of their professor.
After a moment, Remus said, "He was even creepy silent as a student, to if I recall. He almost got the best on James on a couple of occasions. Still Hermione, last night was really amusing. The look on his face was priceless!"
"Please let's don't bring last night up again!" Hermione exclaimed, "I don't want to think about it. It will ruin our day at Diagon Alley."
Seeing her blush and not wanting to arouse her temper, her companions wisely let the matter drop.