Falls on me
Did you know that you could save a hopless soul without even trying?
Disclaimer: ALL Harry Potter chracters belong to J.K Rowling...all hail J.K! "Falls on me" is written and owned by the band Fuel...I'm only using the song as inspiration...a few lyrics may be used. I only own this computer that I type this story on...and maybe a character in here (she's an unlicensed animagi.) Just to let you...the readers know. Ok?! Now onto the A.N!
A.N: This is a Snape/Hermione fanfic. I just absolutley love Hermione and Snape together...I love Snape (and Alan Rickman...growls) I only own Dawn...she's an unlicensed animagi...she can turn into a white wolf...she's also a sixth year, has no parents and lives with her grandfather. You'll meet her a few upcoming chapters, well the wolf anyways. Okay?! Now onto the story!
Chapter 1- Hermione's first detention
Harry and Ron sat sleepily at the Griffyindor table the third morning at Hogwarts for breakfast and talked once and a while about Quidditch and what was taking Hermione so long.
"She left really early this morning. She mummbled to Ginny about going to talk to someone about a grade, but Ginny didn't catch who it was."
Harry nodded and was about to sip his goblet of orange juice when a huge stack of books slammed down next to him and made his gag on the juice. He sputtered and wiped the spilled drink off his robes, then turned to come face to face with the angriest looking Hermione he had ever seen.
"And a good morning to you too..."
"Shut up, Ron."
Ron looked at Harry with confusion and a hurt expression. Harry shrugged and turned back to Hermione.
"What's wrong?"
Hermione took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Harry with a swift motion. Harry took it and scanned it over and his eyes bugged and he coughed. Ron snatched it out of his hand and read it over too. His eyes bugged and he looked back at Hermione.
"You got a "B-"! How in bloody hell did you manage that?"
Hermione snatched it back and stuffed it into a book. Ron and Harry failed to notice that it had been a Potions essay. She explained that she was doing an extra credit essay for Snape and she had worked really hard on it, obviously Snape didn't think so. She went to him and asked what she did wrong and told him that in seven years, she had never gotten below an "A" before.
"And he said, "Well, there's a first time for everything, Ms. Granger.""
Ron shrugged and looked up at the staff table at their black-haired Professor. Hermione snorted and took a sip of pumpkin juice and a bite of scrambled eggs.
"Well, that's not the best part...he gave me a night detention tomorrow."
Harry started to choke on a piece of bacon that he had just put in his mouth. Ron looked at him and patted his back.
"You WHAT! Why?"
"I kind of blew up at him and said some nasty words."
"You, Hermione Granger, using foul language! I'll die on the day you say it in front of me!"
Hermione glared at Ron and he shut up. She looked up at the staff table and gave an icy stare at her Potions Professor, which didn't go unnoticed. Once she looked away, Snape smirked and went back in reading "The Daily Prophet."
Hermione walked slowly down to the dungeons the next evening. She was taking her grand sweet time to get to the classroom because she wasn't looking forward to doing this. This was her first detetion in seven years and she would've liked it to be with someone other than Snape.
Her footsteps echoed off the polished, concrete hallway and the torches on the walls flickered making shadows move everywhere. The dungeons had always creeped Hermione out, but being down there in the evening creeped her out even more.
She finally reached the solid oak door that was the Potions classroom and she took a big deep breath. She grabbed the cold, metal handle and heaved the heavy door open.
Inside, some candles were lit and the firelight danced off of the glass vials all over the room. Up towards the front, Snape was sitting at his desk and he seemed to be writing. Hermione shut the door behind her and stood in the back for a few seconds until...
"Sit up here, Ms. Granger, we have much to discuss."
Hermione nodded and moved swiftly to the nearest chair to his desk. He kept writing and Hermione just sat staring at him intently. Snape suddenly stopped and put down his black feather quill. He looked up and into Hermione's eyes and it was then Hermione noticed that his eyes were a deep aqua color, though it was hard to tell with the dim light in the room.
"What were you thinking of doing after you graduate from here?"
Hermione's jaw almost dropped to the desktop. Had Severus Snape just expressed interest in her life after Hogwarts. She stayed silent, unable to comprehend a thought, let alone a word.
"I asked you a question, Ms. Granger."
Hermione jumped a litte and cleared her throat. What could she say? She didn't know, she hadn't really given it alot of thought yet.
"I...uh...don't know, sir. I guess maybe an Auror..."
Snape shook his head and began to write again. Hermione was terribly confused at her Professor's actions. She contiued to stare at him, until he looked back up at her.
"You have more potential than an Auror, Ms. Granger and I presume you look at all your possibilites first."
"Yes, sir."
Snape set his quill back down and straightened his position. He grabbed a piece of parchment and handed it to Hermione. She took it carefully and read it over.
Dear Hermione,
I have studied all of your grades for the past seven years and I have given you the opportunity to shadow any teacher you would like in the school. You have the full potential and intelligence to teach magic to students and I would like it if you would at least give it a try. I would also like you to pick your teacher by the end of the week and please inform me of your selection. You must keep your grades up and do your work load in your own time, for you will also have extra assignments from the teacher you choose. Choose well and wisely for this will be a whole year experience. Best of luck!
Professor Dumbledore
Hermione's mouth actually did drop to the desk this time and she looked back up at Snape. He sat there with his eyebrow up in a questionable sort of way. She looked back down at the letter and thought 'Which teacher?' She thought back to which classes she did best in and which she liked. Transfiguration? No. Charms? No. Ancient Runes? Care of Magical Creatures? Definatley, no. Hagrid would probably make her do some pretty wild things. Potions...
"Professor? May I ask you a simple question?"
Snape nodded and tented his fingers like Dumbledore. Hermione tried to find her voice, but it was lost for a moment. Was she about to do the unthinkable?
"Sir...would you consider letting me...do this with you."
She motioned to the letter and Snape was silent. Hermione waited for his snapping answer of a no, but suprisingly she didn't get what she expected.
"If you are interested in Potions enough to shadow for it the whole year."
Hermione opened her mouth then closed it. Was hell freezing over? Snape just agreed to take Hermione under his wing for the whole year.
'I wonder if he's ill? Or if he needs to go to St. Mungo's?'
"Sir, about my detention..."
"You may go, but you will get more work for this shadowing assignment. Remember to keep your grades up, especially in this class...but I know that won't be a problem for you."
Hermione twitched and she started to get up from the chair. Was that a compliment or an insult? Hermione didn't know, but before she reached the classroom door, Snape was behind her and she whirled around. He handed her a small stack of papers and as the papers reached Hermione's hands, Snape's fingers brushed her own and she froze. He seemed to linger and Hermione was at lost for words, but just as quick as it had been, he moved away and looked at her sideways.
"Ms Granger?"
She shook her head and nodded.
"Have these essays graded by my Friday class of second years. I'm sure it won't be a problem for you, for you have done the essay before. Now, move along!"
Hermione nodded again and opened the oak door. As Hermione exited, Snape shut the door behind her and she looked at the door like it was something unreconizable. She leaned up against the wall and looked at the hand Snape had touched. The feel of his fingers was still there and it sent shivers down Hermione's spine. Hermione sighed heavily and looked at the door once more. She was sure of it, this year was going to be very difficult or very life changing, probably both.
So...what did you think? This is my first Hermione/Snape fic and I hope it gets better. Snape was a little OOC, I think and he will be throughout the story, but that's the fun part!!! But I'll try to make him as IC as possible...okie dokie! Tootles!
Did you know that you could save a hopless soul without even trying?
Disclaimer: ALL Harry Potter chracters belong to J.K Rowling...all hail J.K! "Falls on me" is written and owned by the band Fuel...I'm only using the song as inspiration...a few lyrics may be used. I only own this computer that I type this story on...and maybe a character in here (she's an unlicensed animagi.) Just to let you...the readers know. Ok?! Now onto the A.N!
A.N: This is a Snape/Hermione fanfic. I just absolutley love Hermione and Snape together...I love Snape (and Alan Rickman...growls) I only own Dawn...she's an unlicensed animagi...she can turn into a white wolf...she's also a sixth year, has no parents and lives with her grandfather. You'll meet her a few upcoming chapters, well the wolf anyways. Okay?! Now onto the story!
Chapter 1- Hermione's first detention
Harry and Ron sat sleepily at the Griffyindor table the third morning at Hogwarts for breakfast and talked once and a while about Quidditch and what was taking Hermione so long.
"She left really early this morning. She mummbled to Ginny about going to talk to someone about a grade, but Ginny didn't catch who it was."
Harry nodded and was about to sip his goblet of orange juice when a huge stack of books slammed down next to him and made his gag on the juice. He sputtered and wiped the spilled drink off his robes, then turned to come face to face with the angriest looking Hermione he had ever seen.
"And a good morning to you too..."
"Shut up, Ron."
Ron looked at Harry with confusion and a hurt expression. Harry shrugged and turned back to Hermione.
"What's wrong?"
Hermione took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Harry with a swift motion. Harry took it and scanned it over and his eyes bugged and he coughed. Ron snatched it out of his hand and read it over too. His eyes bugged and he looked back at Hermione.
"You got a "B-"! How in bloody hell did you manage that?"
Hermione snatched it back and stuffed it into a book. Ron and Harry failed to notice that it had been a Potions essay. She explained that she was doing an extra credit essay for Snape and she had worked really hard on it, obviously Snape didn't think so. She went to him and asked what she did wrong and told him that in seven years, she had never gotten below an "A" before.
"And he said, "Well, there's a first time for everything, Ms. Granger.""
Ron shrugged and looked up at the staff table at their black-haired Professor. Hermione snorted and took a sip of pumpkin juice and a bite of scrambled eggs.
"Well, that's not the best part...he gave me a night detention tomorrow."
Harry started to choke on a piece of bacon that he had just put in his mouth. Ron looked at him and patted his back.
"You WHAT! Why?"
"I kind of blew up at him and said some nasty words."
"You, Hermione Granger, using foul language! I'll die on the day you say it in front of me!"
Hermione glared at Ron and he shut up. She looked up at the staff table and gave an icy stare at her Potions Professor, which didn't go unnoticed. Once she looked away, Snape smirked and went back in reading "The Daily Prophet."
Hermione walked slowly down to the dungeons the next evening. She was taking her grand sweet time to get to the classroom because she wasn't looking forward to doing this. This was her first detetion in seven years and she would've liked it to be with someone other than Snape.
Her footsteps echoed off the polished, concrete hallway and the torches on the walls flickered making shadows move everywhere. The dungeons had always creeped Hermione out, but being down there in the evening creeped her out even more.
She finally reached the solid oak door that was the Potions classroom and she took a big deep breath. She grabbed the cold, metal handle and heaved the heavy door open.
Inside, some candles were lit and the firelight danced off of the glass vials all over the room. Up towards the front, Snape was sitting at his desk and he seemed to be writing. Hermione shut the door behind her and stood in the back for a few seconds until...
"Sit up here, Ms. Granger, we have much to discuss."
Hermione nodded and moved swiftly to the nearest chair to his desk. He kept writing and Hermione just sat staring at him intently. Snape suddenly stopped and put down his black feather quill. He looked up and into Hermione's eyes and it was then Hermione noticed that his eyes were a deep aqua color, though it was hard to tell with the dim light in the room.
"What were you thinking of doing after you graduate from here?"
Hermione's jaw almost dropped to the desktop. Had Severus Snape just expressed interest in her life after Hogwarts. She stayed silent, unable to comprehend a thought, let alone a word.
"I asked you a question, Ms. Granger."
Hermione jumped a litte and cleared her throat. What could she say? She didn't know, she hadn't really given it alot of thought yet.
"I...uh...don't know, sir. I guess maybe an Auror..."
Snape shook his head and began to write again. Hermione was terribly confused at her Professor's actions. She contiued to stare at him, until he looked back up at her.
"You have more potential than an Auror, Ms. Granger and I presume you look at all your possibilites first."
"Yes, sir."
Snape set his quill back down and straightened his position. He grabbed a piece of parchment and handed it to Hermione. She took it carefully and read it over.
Dear Hermione,
I have studied all of your grades for the past seven years and I have given you the opportunity to shadow any teacher you would like in the school. You have the full potential and intelligence to teach magic to students and I would like it if you would at least give it a try. I would also like you to pick your teacher by the end of the week and please inform me of your selection. You must keep your grades up and do your work load in your own time, for you will also have extra assignments from the teacher you choose. Choose well and wisely for this will be a whole year experience. Best of luck!
Professor Dumbledore
Hermione's mouth actually did drop to the desk this time and she looked back up at Snape. He sat there with his eyebrow up in a questionable sort of way. She looked back down at the letter and thought 'Which teacher?' She thought back to which classes she did best in and which she liked. Transfiguration? No. Charms? No. Ancient Runes? Care of Magical Creatures? Definatley, no. Hagrid would probably make her do some pretty wild things. Potions...
"Professor? May I ask you a simple question?"
Snape nodded and tented his fingers like Dumbledore. Hermione tried to find her voice, but it was lost for a moment. Was she about to do the unthinkable?
"Sir...would you consider letting me...do this with you."
She motioned to the letter and Snape was silent. Hermione waited for his snapping answer of a no, but suprisingly she didn't get what she expected.
"If you are interested in Potions enough to shadow for it the whole year."
Hermione opened her mouth then closed it. Was hell freezing over? Snape just agreed to take Hermione under his wing for the whole year.
'I wonder if he's ill? Or if he needs to go to St. Mungo's?'
"Sir, about my detention..."
"You may go, but you will get more work for this shadowing assignment. Remember to keep your grades up, especially in this class...but I know that won't be a problem for you."
Hermione twitched and she started to get up from the chair. Was that a compliment or an insult? Hermione didn't know, but before she reached the classroom door, Snape was behind her and she whirled around. He handed her a small stack of papers and as the papers reached Hermione's hands, Snape's fingers brushed her own and she froze. He seemed to linger and Hermione was at lost for words, but just as quick as it had been, he moved away and looked at her sideways.
"Ms Granger?"
She shook her head and nodded.
"Have these essays graded by my Friday class of second years. I'm sure it won't be a problem for you, for you have done the essay before. Now, move along!"
Hermione nodded again and opened the oak door. As Hermione exited, Snape shut the door behind her and she looked at the door like it was something unreconizable. She leaned up against the wall and looked at the hand Snape had touched. The feel of his fingers was still there and it sent shivers down Hermione's spine. Hermione sighed heavily and looked at the door once more. She was sure of it, this year was going to be very difficult or very life changing, probably both.
So...what did you think? This is my first Hermione/Snape fic and I hope it gets better. Snape was a little OOC, I think and he will be throughout the story, but that's the fun part!!! But I'll try to make him as IC as possible...okie dokie! Tootles!