Hello my fellow writers and readers, this is my first story after a long time of reading and writing in general. I'm planning on updating it once a week, though I am not sure about the actual days. Anyhow, have fun! Lawlley~
Pairing: Hermione G. and Severus S.
Disclaimer: I only own my story, the rest is all in J. K. Rowling's ownership~
Oh and I am disregarding quite a few deaths in previous books.
Summary: Hermione Granger has a few questions that only Severus Snape can answer. But who thought that he liked to play hide and seek, even with his answers.
A questionable truth
Chapter one: Infinity
She hadn't realized where her feet took her until she reached the dark side of the lake, only lit by the dim moonlight. Sighing she sat down, left her magical bag beside her and enjoyed the slow but steady summer breeze.
Hermione knew she shouldn't be out late that night, for it only was half a year ago that one of her best friends, namely Harry Potter, had succeeded in bringing down the most powerful – and in Hermione's opinion maniacal – dark wizard, Lord Voldemort. His followers were being chased, some of them having escaped their fates of going to Azkaban by fleeing and taking their families with them.
She sighed again, trying not to think about the fact that they were out there and might be waiting to strike again.
The dark figure looming in one of the damp and abandoned corridors, looking out of the window and sneering at the familiar shape sitting at that blasted lake, turned and walked back down to the dungeons.
Severus Snape wasn't one to hold grudges, but somehow he couldn't fathom why she had saved his life. He loathed her for it, the pain and humiliation not easing when he thought about that night in the Shrieking Shack and how he technically was indebted to her. No, he wouldn't let that little detail impede his judgment and turn him into one of these insolent and favouring little fools that his colleagues opted to be.
He reached his quarters, warding them securely while he made his way to his bedroom, took his clothes off and slipped into his nightwear, black traditional pyjamas.
The next morning found a very grumpy Hermione Granger, who climbed out of her bed and stretched extensively, while Crookshanks opened one eye at her, closed it lazily and went back to sleep, not minding any kind of noise his owner made. She was glad to have her own small apartment as she had been elected for the position of Prefect.
Sitting down at a small table, she scribbled a short note and took it with her down to breakfast.
Opening the doors of the Great Hall, she slipped in and watched the black robes of Professor Snape billow as he left through a door on the other side of the room. A signature sigh left her lips as she looked after him longingly, for she had so many questions and not one answer.
Making her way to the others, she purposely walked to the teachers' table, asked Professor McGonagall, the new Headmistress, a few questions about her new schedule and deliberately took slower steps to get back to Harry and Ron, who seemed absorbed with their food.
Slipping the note into a waiting recipient's pocket by acting like she had stumbled, she profusely excused herself and apologized to none other than Draco Malfoy, who hid his amused smirk and gave her a moody sneer, albeit his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I'm so sorry, Malfoy, I didn't mean to interrupt your breakfast!", she convincingly got out. He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance and lifted one eyebrow: "Watch where you go, Granger. You should borrow Potter's glasses, if you're THIS short-sighted." His remark didn't have the usual bite, but it satisfied the Slytherins and they went back to ignoring the scene.
The house animosity had cooled down a bit, but both Slytherins and Gryffindors weren't giving up the usual bickering here or hexes there.
Hermione retreated hastily to get her breakfast, sitting opposite of Harry and Ron, who both looked stuffed to the brim.
"Professor Snape?" It couldn't be. He had been trying to avoid any kind of contact since the battle was over and now she was openly asking him out? In a corridor full of students nonetheless? His fury made him thin-lipped and a few students already seemed to notice it. They backed away into classes and corridors and suddenly they were alone. To his sheer horror, he did have to politely turn around and acknowledge her presence but not without letting his face slip into a mask of annoyance and bitterness. "Yes, Miss Granger?" She seemed to have noticed the slight anger in his voice, for her saw her eyes wandering down to the ground, her lip being bitten and quiver. He watched as she appeared to think about what to say, making up her mind and shocking him with the pity he saw in the amber eyes that now looked straight into his.
"I have a question, that can only be answered by you and even if you think I am not entitled to know the answer, I wish for you to explain the details around it. I hope you can do that for me, sir." She could hear her own voice going steady in and out of breaking. She wasn't deliberately aggressive or impertinent, but she had lost her patience waiting for him to finally seek her out.
She heard him mutter a few curses under his breath and sighed again. "Very well, Miss Granger, follow me and you shall be enlightened."
I hope you liked it so far and I am enjoying writing this little piece.
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