A Strange Reunion
Hermione drives her (magic) restored old red truck through the sky. She thought to herself intensely about what the reunion would be like. Of course she kept in contact with Harry but the others she heard and saw less and less of over time. She imagined what Dumbledore, McGonagall and even what Hagrid would look like after all this time. A sad thought: we're they all alive still? What of the students she knew that weren't? They would be missed greatly.
She smiled again. She thought no matter what happen, it will feel good to be at Hogwarts again.
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Dumbledore, old but not frail, sits in his office. The teachers crowd in and await his speech. McGonagall, Hagrid, the groundskeeper, Flitwick, Sprout, Trelawney, Pomfrey, Moody and Lupin wait and wait.
A moment of quiet.
The door creaks open and Snape whirls in. He settles by himself, away from the others except for McGonagall. Dumbledore stands.
"It has been seven years since we have seen our students. I am told most will return, some cannot and some choose not. I would like to organize the students by their house, and they will return to their original rooms no matter their status with any other present students. It will be a nice stay. After dinner each stud- each visitor will be given a room number. Each of you has been assigned room numbers and a specific topic to go over. Tomorrow morning we will meet like this again. That is all."
The teachers chat as they leave his tight office and wander down the halls. McGonagall and Snape remain.
"May I help you Severus?" Dumbledore asks curiously.
In his snarky voice, "I would like to request a vacation."
McGonagall smiles, "a vacation? Don't you want to see your old students?"
He turns to her slowly, "no."
Dumbledore lets out a sigh, a quite obvious sigh that always means 'no'.
"Not this time."
Snape lifts his head in a half-nod, "perfect."
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A few hours later…
Hermione struggles to keep the car stable. It jerks, it clunks and it lets out a cloud of black smoke. "This isn't good."
She tries to ram the clutch back but it won't budge. "Uh oh."
Below her are a plethora of cars, boats and people who enter through the front of school. "There it is!"
She tries to turn the wheel- it doesn't move. She flies past it. "And there it goes."
The car begins to clunk again and then spit. And then, in a horrid moment, the engine turns off. Her mouth drops. She tightens her seat belt and holds on to the seat. On its own, the car begins to make a wide right turn which leads her back to the school and away from the forest. She peeks over the dash… A large tree is the only thing between the car and the school. She takes in a deep breath and bam! The car hits the tree and makes a surprisingly quiet blow.
Snape passes in the hall- trying to escape the crowds of tear-driven ex-students presumably. He looks up and see's the car teeter one way, then totter the other. "Hm."
The car tips back ward, flips in the air and lands roughly on the grass. Snape looks around- no one, and no one gets out. He hops the small wall and walks over with his hand ready to grab his wand. He walks around the back of it and then slowly peers in the driver's seat. No one. He frowns. He looks around him. A hand by the base of the tree.
He removes some leaves to reveal an arm, and then a neck. He curiously removes the remaining leaves when the body jumps and sits up. He backs away in a jump himself. She doesn't notice him. She brushes the leaves away, shaken up no doubt.
He stands there watching… he doesn't recognize her. She's not real tall but curvy with brown hair and dressed very well. She talks to herself, "what an idiot." He clears his throat.
"Professor Snape!" She jumps up and throws her arms around him. He smells her hair, her soft thick hair. The hug lasts longer than he thought it would. He wants to wrap his arms around this stranger but she pulls away.
"Do you recognize me?!?"
He studies her with his stony look, "That voice."
"I can't believe it. I mean I know I'm taller but-"
"Hermione Granger?" He now feels a little spooked.
"Yes!" She hits him, "Sorry!" She hugs him again. Wrapped around him, "it's so good to see you!"
His mouth hangs open. She pulls away.
"Though it's nice to see everyone again, isn't it?" She smiles.
"Absolutely. Excuse me…" he walks off. She looks around and follows him quickly.
"So are you still teaching potions?"
"I'm quite busy Mrs. Granger."
"Oh, uh, it's Miss actually."
He stops. She stands in front of him.
"So you didn't marry the famous Harry Potter after all?"
"Harry?" She laughs, "No. We've always just been friends. He's married to Ginny Weasley."
"Where are those Weasley's anyway?"
"Um… well Ron died two years ago actually. He was in an accident at work."
"Sorry."
"But I heard Harry and Ginny are coming down tomorrow. That'll be fun."
He speaks again, "I really am busy."
He goes to step around her but she doesn't let him. She looks around, no one. She steps a little closer, and then a little bit closer again. She bows her head, wets her lips and looks him in the eye.
He can feel her breath warming his skin. It feels good to feel warmth.
"I bet you never knew that I had feelings for you, did you." She smiles. "I couldn't tell anyone. I know you and Harry didn't get along, and honestly Ron did mean a lot to me… I thought you were crush but…"
You're done with this. Love is long gone from your life. He thinks to himself.
"That's very nice of you," He places his hands on her arms firmly, "but I don't think you'd be very interested in an old man like me. Why don't you go join the others."
He begins to let go… This is her chance… She swiftly slides her hands onto his neck and pulls herself onto him. She rests against his prominent chest as she smothers him in deep, rich, refined kisses.
He stays frozen but not cold.
She pulls away, deep hot breathes hitting his face again. He remains stony.
"Have you fulfilled your wishes?"
She smiles, backs away and bows her head again.
I knew it he thinks, just want to make yourself feel better.
"Have you fulfilled your old school desires?" he repeats bitterly.
She puts her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly. In his ear she whispers lightly, "no." And then let's go and walks away.
What? He thinks.
"What?" He says aloud.