A/N: I'm writing this at 2am, mainly because of the response to the first chapter. You guise... :3
I only sort of have a plan for this story, so it's only sort of writing itself. Therefore, I cannot be blamed if it turns out to be a flop.
After all, it was only meant to be a one-shot.
Enjoy.
Chapter Two
After composing herself, Hermione arrived at the Common Room to two, young Gryffindors, who appeared to be eagerly awaiting her return.
They converged on her, 'so how was it?' asked Harry, a caring, sympathetic tone in his voice.
'Yeah? What'd he make you do?' Ron questioned.
'Nothing,' Hermione replied.
'That's it? Nothing?' Ron asked, bewildered. 'You speak out of turn and get to sit in a classroom for an hour, but when we speak out of turn we have to scrub cauldrons and take inventory of his ingredients cupboard and all other kinds of stupid things but you get to do nothing? I don't believe it.'
'Well believe it,' said Hermione, sitting down on her favourite armchair in front of the fire, scrabbling through the magazines on the spindle-legged table for a suitable knitting pattern.
'Don't tell me you're still making hats for the elves?' asked Ron 'they don't want clothes, they're happy in the kitchens. Give it a rest, Hermione.'
'Don't you tell me what to do, Ronald Weasley. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone, okay?' snapped Hermione.
'Whoa, okay, whatever you say, Miss Bossy Boots,' said Ron. He started to the Boy's Dormitories, 'you coming, Harry?'
'I'll be up soon,' said Harry.
'Suit yourself,' said Ron, and with that, he was gone.
Harry sat down on the couch next to Hermione's armchair, 'you all right?' he asked.
'Fine,' said Hermione, flicking through her magazine.
'Hermione, you and I both know that Snape has a way of getting to people. What did he do?' Harry asked.
'Nothing,' Hermione replied, content with her one-worded answers.
'Sure he didn't,' said Harry, leaning back into the cushions of the couch, crossing his legs and resting his fits on his raised calf. 'I really have all night, you know, you're the only one that actually cares about getting to morning classes on time.'
Hermione laid down her magazine and ran a hand through her unkempt hair, looking up at the ceiling she tried her hardest to not let the tears win again.
Harry leaned forward and put a hand on her leg, 'what is it, Hermione? What happened?' He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.
'He-' Hermione looked up again, trying to blink the persistent tears from her eyes 'he touched m-damn it' she conjured up a tissue with her wand and began dabbing at the tears that started to stream down her cheeks, 'it's s-so s-stupid. I d-don't even kn-know why I'm c-c-c-crying.'
'It's all right, Hermione. It's okay. Just... take your time.' Harry reassured her.
Hermione took a deep breath, 'I t-told him that the worst p-punishment in the w-world was being in the s-same room with him.' She took another deep breath and looked at the crumpled up tissue in her hands.
'Is that all?' Harry asked.
'No,' answered Hermione, sniffling. 'Afterwards, while I was tr-trying to leave, he grabbed me by the chin and told me 'n-not to do it again.'
'Are you okay, did he hurt you?' Harry asked. Flailing his hands around, trying to find a way to help.
'Yes, I'm fine. He just sort of s-scratched my chin with one of his nails and then left the c-classroom.'
'We have to tell someone,' announced Harry, standing up and moving towards the door, 'McGonagall, Dumbledore...'
'No, Harry!' said Hermione sobering up and grabbing Harry's arm, she pulled him down back onto the couch. 'That's what Snape wants – a reaction. Besides, what's Dumbledore going to do if you tell him that Snape made one of his students cry?' Harry went to open his mouth, 'nothing.' said Hermione, before he got a word out. 'Professor Snape riling up a student. Totally unheard of.'
'But we have to do something,' said Harry. 'It's not right. He-he's...'
'He's a greasy, old git, I know, Harry. You don't have to tell me.' Hermione stood up, 'this stays between you and me, Harry, you got it? Don't tell anyone. Not Ron, not Ginny not even Dumbledore, okay? No one.'
Harry also stood up, he put his hand over his heart, 'wizard's honour.'
'Right,' said Hermione, smiling at him. She started towards the staircase leading towards the Dormitories, Harry followed her. 'Thanks, Harry.' She said, once she reached the door to the Girl's Dormitories.
'Any time,' said Harry, putting his hand on the knob of the door to the Boy's Dormitories.
'Goodnight.' Said Hermione.
'Yeah, G'night, Hermione.' Said Harry.
Hermione entered the Girl's Dormitories and went up to her room, quiet to get dressed into her pyjamas so as not to wake anyone, she slipped into bed, turned on her side in the foetal position and pulled the covers up to her neck. She closed her eyes tight and tried not to repeat the events of the detention over and over in her head until she fell asleep.
A/N: So I don't know why Hermione turned out so teary, why Ron was being a bigger jerk than normal and why Harry was being so compassionate and caring when Snape was involved.
My mind works in mysterious ways.