*I own none of these characters. I'm using them without permission. Warnings include language.
"There you are mudblood, I've been looking for you." hissed a voice in her ear.
"Congratulations, you've apparently found me." Hermione retorted flatly. After being released from the hospital wing this morning, went directly to her common room to find it empty. It was a beautiful day outside, and she supposed that everyone was taking advantage of it. Seeing this as an opportunity to catch up on her missed studying time, Hermione collected her books from her dorm and headed straight for the library. She had spent the better part of the day studying and finishing homework, until now.
Draco's smirk faltered a bit. "You know you should really watch that tongue of yours." He placed a hand on her shoulder as he drawled "I'd be more than happy to tame it for you mudblood."
Hermione jerked her shoulder away from Draco's hand. "Should I be flattered at your attentions Malfoy? To be honest, I'm only getting disgusted at your efforts."
Draco pulled the chair out next to her at the table, trapping her as he sat with one leg on either side of her chair. Hermione rolled her eyes and began putting her things away.
"Disgusted huh mudblood? To tell you the truth I'm confused..."
"There's nothing new."
Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly, but continued. "You shy away from my touch when over half the school is begging for it, yet you cuddle up to Professor Snape's chest like a small child or a lover. I seem to be missing some logic here mudblood. "He sneered.
Hermione gritted her teeth, and resisted the urge to slap him. "I don't shy away from your touch Malfoy. I positively loathe it. There is a considerable difference."
Draco leaned in to hiss in her ear. "So, are you really Snape's lover? Are you carrying his child? Oh mudblood, why put up with him, when you can have me? Right here and now on this very table, I'm good you know. Better than that slimy bastard you seem hell bent on fucking."
Hermione's heart was pounding; anger had burned two spots on her cheeks. Fucking arrogant bastard! Hermione shoved his leg out of the way and gathered her books in her bag. "The only thing I will admit to Draco is the deep strong desire," she paused making sure she had his full attention, "that you will go to hell."
Hermione flashed him a cold impersonal smile before exiting the library. Draco's eyes narrowed as he watched her retreating back. Want to play hard to get? Fine, he thought to himself. The dark one teaches patience, I will be patient. You will come to me. Yes you will, and it will be begging on your knees!
Hermione walked right out the library doors, into someone. Hermione caught her balance as the other figure fell to the floor with an "Ooof."
"Beg your pardon... Harry!" Hermione said excitedly. Dropping her bag to help him up, she was pulled into a tight hug. A few passing students gave curious looks that were promptly ignored by both of them.
"Hermione, I've been so worried. Where in the name of Merlin have you been?" Holding her at arms length he continued, "I've been looking all over for you! I even went to the dungeons to ask Snape if he had seen you!" His green eyes were glazed over with concern. Hermione couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"What did Snape say?" she asked quietly.
"Ummm. Oh yeah to remind you that you have detention directly after dinner." Hermione shook her head in dismay with a small smile. "Hermione, how did you get detention on a Sunday?"
Hermione smiled as she said "By reading 100 ways to annoy the Potions Master."
Harry grinned wholeheartedly, and glanced up at the bell that announced Lunch. Offering Hermione his arm, they stared walking towards the great hall. "Where do you suppose I could get a copy of that book?" Harry asked slyly.
Hermione grinned when she said. "The restricted section."
Upon entering the great hall, Hermione waved to her fellow Griffyndors, and took a seat at the head table. Sitting between Hagrid and Professor Lupin, Hermione was glad that they talked animatedly and included her in most of the conversation. No one noticed that Hermione ate close to nothing, except a pair of clear blue eyes that were full of concern instead of their usual twinkle.
Hermione smiled at Lupin's observation when Harry approached the head table. Nodding his head in respect, Harry motioned his head towards the door. Hermione stood and excused herself, and looked questioningly at Harry. Harry just smiled as they walked towards the main hallway, where they were met by Ron and Ginny. Ginny smiled as Ron took her bag and they strode off in direction of the tower. Harry smiled again and said. "Now then, you and I are going to have a really long talk." and at her questioning look he said gently. "Oh don't think that you are going to get off with spending the night in the hospital wing, and not telling me about it."
"How did you know I was in the hospital wing?" she asked with genuine bewilderment.
"The same way I know that there's a constellation of Morgana Le Fey's likeness." Harry said quietly as he led her outdoors.
Hermione smiled to herself as she made her way down to the dungeons. Harry had confessed to checking up on her while she had slept last night. Under a large tree by the lake, Hermione had told Harry everything. Even the bit about Snape comforting her. Harry was so flabbergasted you could have knocked him over with a feather, but stayed silent until she had finished. One thing Hermione adored about Harry is that he always listened. Pulling her into a tight hug, Harry murmured his sympathy for her folks. And to Hermione's surprise, she did not cry as she had with Snape. She merely smiled and suggested they should head back to the castle. Once inside the common room, Hermione sat back and watched Harry and Ron pay wizard's chess, as Lavender and Ginny poured over their Charms essays.
Allowing her mind to wander was something that Hermione rarely indulged in. But today, she did. And much to her bewilderment, her mind seemed to dwell on nothing but the Potions Master. Mentally shaking herself, she began to review her notes for the N.E.W.T. exams. If she didn't get Snape to give her some extra lessons, she was sure she'd never be ready in time. Dammit! Snape again! A firm frown settled across her face as she sternly told herself to get it together before detention this evening. Oh gods! Hermione took a deep breath, in hopes of calming the rush of anxiety that over took her stomach. She had almost forgotten. Yet another wonderful evening with the charming Professor Severus Snape. What about last night Granger? Last night. Last night, he was almost charming. He was nice, sincere, and almost...charming. What the hell are you thinking Granger? Hermione continued to dissect her mind, until Ginny snapped her fingers in her ear and asked her if she wanted to join them for dinner.
At dinner, Hermione sat between Hagrid and Lupin again, idly answering their questions about school and the upcoming N.E.W.T.'s while inconspicuously poking at her food. Hermione remember to ask Lupin about Snuffles, who was really his husband Sirius Black. Hermione always envied the light that seemed to shine from Lupin's eyes as he spoke about the man he loved. Hagrid who didn't know Snuffles true identity just nodded his head in approval over Lupin's over fondness for a dog.
Finally reaching her destination, Hermione raised her hand to knock on the old oak door, when it was swung open suddenly. Hermione stood in shock for a moment as no one was on the opposite side of the door.
"Are you going to stand there all evening, or are you going to come in?" A cold voice asked silkily from within the classroom. Lowering her arm, Hermione stared at the Potion Master's down bent head as he sat behind the desk. Feeling her stare, Snape's head snapped up suddenly. "Either you've suddenly become infatuated with me, or I've grown another head. Will you kindly stop staring at me like a cod fish and take your seat Miss Granger?"
Hermione aware for the first time that her mouth was open, just it with a snap and took her seat in front of his desk. Her head snapped around as the door shut rather hard. Again, no one was there. Wondering if Snape noticed the unusual behavior of the door, turned to find his black eyes burning holes in her face. Oh gods. Now what did I do? She thought to herself. Surely he isn't going to reprimand me now for kissing him. But then again, this was Snape. Sighing inwardly, she sat back and waited.
She didn't have to wait long. Snape suddenly stood, and walked out from behind his desk. Only to lean against the front of it with his arms crossed over his chest. "It would seem that you and I have much to discuss Miss Granger." he said coldly
"Oh?" Hermione couldn't keep the disinterested note out of her voice. Her mind seemed to embrace the possibility of Malfoy having something to do with this.
"Why have you stopped eating?" he asked quietly, as he started circling her like a vulture.
"I wasn't aware that I had." What the hell does this have to do with Malfoy she asked herself.
"You skipped breakfast, I'm told you didn't eat a thing at lunch, and I was present at dinner."
"I'm flattered that you have nothing better to do than wonder about my eating habits." she retorted testily.
"Miss Granger, I suggest that you start explaining. Now!" Hermione flinched, as his words were silky and soft. Not a good sign coming from Snape.
"I went straight to the library to catch up on homework, so I didn't eat breakfast. And after Malfoy's comments I really wasn't hungry at lunch. I began to feel ill this afternoon, and didn't think it wise to attempt to eat something, when I knew I had detention. Are you satisfied?" she snapped angrily.
She noticed that Snape had stopped circling. "Malfoy did you say?"
Hermione sighed in exasperation. "Yes."
"What did you say to him?" his voice was strangely quiet, he had stopped behind her, and she couldn't see him. She made a mental note that he didn't ask what Malfoy said to her.
"I said that his attentions towards me were disgusting, and I told him to go to hell."
"Would you care to repeat that last bit please?" Snape inquired quietly as he stepped around into her view.
"I told Malfoy to go to hell." Hermione admitted again.
Snape's eyes widened in disbelief. "You foolish girl! Have you any idea what you have done?" Snape whispered harshly before striding over to the fireplace.
Hermione's angered flared to life. "I apologize for insulting one of your precious Slytherins Professor, I assure you it won't happen again." she said quietly through clenched teeth.
Snape turned back to her with an incredulous look upon his face. "You really are a simple creature aren't you? How is it that the most intelligent girl Hogwarts has seen in a century, can be so dense?"
Hermione unsure if he was insulting or complimenting her said nothing.
Snape turned back to the fireplace, and brought his hand in an upward motion as the fire roared to life.
"Headmaster, may I request a word in your office in 10 minutes time?" he asked quietly. Professor Dumbledore's face appeared in the flames, his expression was grave and concerned as he said, "Yes of course Severus. You need to explain to her." His face promptly faded and the fire died.
Snape continued to stare into the empty fireplace.
Hermione couldn't hold it in any longer. "Explain what Professor?"
Snape turned suddenly, pinning her to her chair with a cold glare. "Do you really want to be an orphan Miss Granger?"
Hermione frowned in confusion. "What? How could you ask me such a question?"
"Now would be the time to answer the question instead of avoiding it."
Hermione glared. "No."
"Then I suggest you curb that wicked tongue of yours, and stop letting it get in the way of your better judgment."
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand..."
Snape began to pace angrily in front of his desk, silently fuming. "That is more than apparent Miss Granger. Had I known you were going to pick this point in time to become as thick headed as your peers, I would have forewarned you. The Headmaster would like me to explain the poor choice of words you used, and the effect they will soon have. Tell me Miss Granger, do you know of the muggle logic termed 'chain reaction'?"
Hermione nodded, "one event takes place, setting off a reaction that causes several other events to occur as well. A complicated version of 'cause and effect. I don't understand Professor. What does one have to do with anoth...?" Hermione's words stopped in her throat as realization dawned upon her. It had never occurred to her that she might be betrayed to the death eaters by one of her own peers. In her head, she could hear Draco's arrogant draw, 'Mudblood.'
"Malfoy..."she mumbled quietly.
Snape's voice was hard and condescending as he said "Yes, but he isn't the only one. What you don't seem to understand Miss Granger, is that everything you say, do, or don't is being carefully watched. And your parents will suffer the consequences. Cause and effect. Chain reactions."
"But Professor Dumbledore said they were safe..."
"Yes, your parents are in protection, but that doesn't suddenly make them invincible."
"Why..."
"Given your heritage, you are a prime target for their attacks. As it is they can't touch you in school, but your parents are a different matter entirely. Thus the current condition they're in. As to why, I do not know. Perhaps it is because of your interludes with young Malfoy, he got annoyed and tipped them off. It is difficult to say, but he does hold that power." Snape said coldly.
Hermione looked positively crestfallen. "So this is my fault..."
Snape's head snapped up as he fixed a glare at her, and stopped pacing. "Why is it do you suppose that I always attempt to intervene with your confrontations with Mr. Malfoy?"
She shrugged her slender shoulders. "Everyone has a favorite. I just assumed he was yours."
"You definitely make a fool out of yourself for assuming girl! Do you ever open your eyes to look at the world? Don't you see what's happening? There is a war going on not only out there, but in here as well!" he snapped coldly.
Anger, humiliation, and frustration began to build inside her as she snapped back at him. "What do you want me to do? Just lay down and let him fuck me like he tells me he wants to? Do you really want me to admit that I slept with you and all of Hogwarts to become head girl? I will not allow him to deface me! War or not, my parents brought me up better than that. I can not and will not allow him to get away with it!"
The Potions Master sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I'm not asking you to let him 'fuck' you as you so delicately put it. I'm only suggesting that you not answer back to him. That is all."
Hermione was speechless.
Crossing his arms over his chest he said quietly, "Do you really think your friends will believe whatever it is Draco Malfoy has to say about you? If so, then I suggest you either get some new friends, or rethink your trust in them. The point boils down to this, whatever you say to Malfoy could only worsen the situation your parents are already in. Granted they haven't the slightest notion of it, but you do. You can help them Hermione." Glancing up at the clock he frowned at how quickly time seemed to go. His gaze returning back to her face, he noted a slight blush that had formed. Shaking his head in wonder, he said "Just think about it. You are dismissed."
Hermione quickly gathered her books, and shoved them into her bag before nodding towards the Professor and shutting the door quietly. She walked silently up the stone corridor in a daze. He called me Hermione.
Harry watched from a couch in the common room as Hermione entered apparently unnoticed. Glancing down at his watch, he realized she hadn't been gone for more than 30 minutes. That has to be a record for one of Snape's detentions; his last one lasted for four hours. Harry grimaced at the memory. For four straight hours, he scrubbed the wooden lab tables with a small brush that resembled a toothbrush. He hadn't been able to write or practice quidditch for three days afterwards. Returning his gaze to Hermione's back as she retreated to her dorm room, he remembered how she looked at him yesterday. She had looked right through him, and turned a deaf ear upon his arguments and reasoning as to why she should not be out in the rain.
Harry's sense told him that she was just in emotional distress and it was nothing personal, but something kept nagging at him. What was it? Closing his eyes, he let his head fall on the back of the couch and sighed out loud as he realized dissecting his mind was giving him one hell of a headache. Something light, but defiantly familiar made itself comfortable on his lap. Ginny's voice was sarcastic as she said, "If your frown gets any deeper, I'd swear I was dating Professor Snape." Opening one eye, Harry gave a bit of a smile as Ginny was giving her best Snape impression. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and was giving him a disapproving glare. Harry closed his eyes again and said, "You look more like your mother than you do Snape, Virginia."
Harry laughed at her sound of outrage, as she picked up a near by pillow and began assaulting him with it.
"I do NOT!" she said through gritted teeth, as she tried to hide her amusement.
Catching her wrists neatly, Harry raised them high above her head, as he smiled at her.
"Yes you do." and stole a kiss with each word. Ginny smiled as Harry had the audacity to look smug, and dropped the pillow she still had clutched in her hands on his head. Standing quickly, she smoothed the creases in her skirt as she said, "My reason for interrupting your thoughts Professor," She paused as she ducked to avoid being hit with the flying pillow aimed in her direction. "Was to announce that the esteemed Mr. Ronald Weasley, would like to invite you to a late night quidditch practice."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is that all?"
Ginny gave a smirk as she gazed down at him. "No, I also came down to persuade you to accept so I can get some of my arithmacy homework done. Lavender is my partner on this assignment, and I can't get them to keep their hands off each other long enough to get anything accomplished. So you see, my motives are purely selfish."
Harry abruptly hooked one long leg around one of Ginny's knees, causing her to fall on top of him.
Harry smiled down at her as he gently brushed the tendrils of hair out of her face. "So are mine."
Hermione sat up in bed, trembling and in a cold sweat. Her heart still pounded in her ears, as she glanced over at her clock. 1:26 am. She had just fallen asleep less than two hours ago, after a session of intense studying. Attempting to swallow her heart and put it back where it belonged, she struggled out of the tangle of sheets and blankets and made her way to the shower. Standing under the hot streams of water, she reflected on her dream. She had been standing outside of a room, with a large window cut out through the center of it. Through the window she could see her parents sitting at the dining room table, having breakfast as they always did. Hermione had smiled fondly at the memory in her dream, and began to knock gently on the glass that separated her from them. Showing no outward reaction, Hermione knocked a little more firmly. Still, the occupants on the other side of the glass gave no sign or acknowledgement of hearing her. Hermione's hand has stilled at the sight of the blacked clad figure that entered the living room, followed by another, and another until the table was completely surrounded by them. Her parents still did not take notice. Much to the horror to Hermione, the light had caught the sleeve of one of the robes, and the Dark Mark insignia shined silver. She had begun to feverently pound on the glass, and screaming in attempt to warn them.
A soft silky voice gave her pause when it said, "They can't hear you, you know."
Looking over at the source of the voice, Hermione drew a sharp intake of breath as Snape stood not a foot away, dressed in Death Eater robes.
"Why?" Hermione asked quietly. Snape reached out and ran his finger down her cheek gently and said softly, "Don't you know?"
Turning her gaze back to the window, she shook her head in denial.
"Because you deserve it, mudblood!" Hermione looked back at Snape, only to find Malfoy standing there instead.
Hermione instinctively stepped back, only to have Malfoy advance towards her. Hermione flinched as he ran his finger down her cheek as Snape has done.
"Choose me." Malfoy whispered.
"What?"
"Choose me!" he snapped.
"No."
"Fine." Malfoy snapped his fingers, and the death eaters advanced around the table, and the window went dark.
Hermione shut the shower off, and wrapped herself up in a towel. Looking at the clock again she sighed as remembered night patrols. Using the drying spell, she quickly dressed, and stole quietly down to the common room and out the portrait hole.
One thing about night patrols that seemed so pointless, were the checkpoints. Actually they were nooks and crannies in the castle walls, that could easily conceal a student...or two. Like the first one Hermione had checked, and found two ravenclaws having a mid-night interlude. Hermione did her best not to laugh at their relief she wasn't Snape, and sent them back to their common room with the deduction of 10 points. Hermione continued down the hall, and stopped suddenly as a soft noise reached her. Hermione continued down the hallway, with her wand in hand. Hearing the shuffle again, she stopped and turned to find no one else in the dark hallway. Hermione shrugged it off as being another prefect. Sighing inwardly at her paranoia, the shuffle behind her began to have the more distinct sound of heavy footsteps. Whose pace had increased rapidly, and missing all of the checkpoints. Frowning, she too began to walk a little faster. The steps trailing her didn't attempt to hide the fact they were following her, as they began to echo down the hallway in a jog. Hermione's heartbeat increased, as she forced herself not to panic. Simply increasing her pace, she glanced back over her shoulder, still unable to see anyone. As she was nearing the junction of the Main Hallway, and the dungeon entrance, she glanced once more over her shoulder. And missed the hand that reached out of the shadows of the dungeon steps and covered her mouth as another encircled her waist and brought her back against the length of a body.
Ready to scream, Hermione instinctively raised her hand to the one covering her mouth, only to have the owner whisper in her ear.
"Don't move."
The hiss was familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Not until her captors long hair brushed her neck as he leaned forward to look out into the hallway. Snape. Hermione physically relaxed, as she too turned her attention back to the hall. The steps that were following her had slowed until they suddenly stopped. Another set had joined the junction, and soon yet another. They sounded like they had all stopped in the same vicinity.
Hermione's heart stopped when she heard, "Where did she go?" a voice whispered harshly from the dark. When no reply came, the voice impatiently whispered again, "Well? Where is she?" A muffled reply came, and then the resounding echo of a hand slapping flesh. Hermione flinched. Another slap, and she turned her face into Snape's shoulder. Sparing her a glance, Snape instinctively tightened his arm around her waist. Returning his attention back to the hallway, he was straining to hear the whispered conversation- taking place. The parts he did hear, he didn't like. The conversation ended abruptly, as footfalls were heading towards their direction. Releasing Hermione, Snape grabbed her hand and literally began pulling her down the steps. Hermione was surprised, but attempted to keep up with the Potion Master's pace. The steps being made of stone had a slight curvature towards the end. Leaving a triangular slab at the intersection of the walls, where the carver decided not to finish the steps. Turning abruptly, Snape lifted Hermione on to the slab, before stepping up himself. Swirling the length of his robes around her, he covered her with the length of it, before stepping back to press her against the wall.
Resting her forehead against the Professor's back, the approaching steps caused Hermione to hold her breath.
Snape watched as Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy made their way down the steps.
"Good evening gentlemen."
All three young men stopped dead in their tracks. The stairway was horribly dim as only a few remaining candles lighted it. But the Potion's Master's face seemed to illuminate out of the darkness.
Snape's voice was cold when he asked, "Taking a midnight stroll are we? Seeing how only one of you are a prefect, I would anticipate that points have been deducted for breaking curfew."
"Three points from Slytherin." came the sulky reply. Snape felt Hermione's body tense as Malfoy spoke. Pressing her back more firmly against the wall, he was thankful she remained silent.
"Really? I was thinking more along the lines of ten. Each."
"Professor..."
"That is a total of twenty points; do you want to make it more? I was willing to believe that you had caught your peers breaking curfew, and were merely giving them the courtesy of walking them back to the common room. Please correct me now." he invited harshly.
Draco Malfoy was a lot of things, but foolish didn't fall under that category. Especially when it came to his housemaster. Long ago, his father told him to be wary of Severus Snape. A more powerful wizard had yet to be crossed. It was rumored that Snape could rival Dumbledore in power; Draco himself did not believe it. Disgusted with himself, and his fellow Slytherins, he shook his head in denial.
Snape continued to glare at the three before saying quietly. "Good evening then gentlemen."
Watching them as they descended the remaining steps, he didn't move until he heard the stone passageway that led to the Slytherin's common room slide home.
Snape jumped down gracefully to the steps, and turned back to raise an out stretched arm to Hermione. When she hesitated, he made an impatient noise in the back of his throat. "Quickly!" he hissed. Unable to match his elegance, she landed squarely against the Potion Master's chest. Snape quickly setting her to rights once again grasped her hand and pulled her up the stairway. He began to take the steps three at a time, as Hermione struggled to keep up.
"Professor..."She whispered raggedly, as she was short of breath.
Snape paused in his stride as he glanced back down the stairway, catching the familiar sound of stone sliding against stone as it discreetly floated up the stairway. Damn! He's coming back. Finally reaching the Main hallway, Snape's black eyes searched the blackness of the empty hallway, until they landed on a shadow that produced movement. Ah! Pulling a bewildered Hermione behind him, he stealthily striped towards the shadow.
Harry was struggling to stay awake as he made his patrols throughout the school. The late practice with Ron had robbed him of his sleep, and now he was paying dearly for it. Once more around the Main Hallway, and then back to bed. He encouraged himself, while trying to stifle a yawn. The yawn would have turned into a scream if a hand hadn't clapped itself over his mouth. Startled green eyes met coal black eyes in the dim candlelight. Snape seemed to have sprouted from the floor, and was less than an inch from Harry's face. The hand seemed to belong to him as he removed it, and thrust the hand of Hermione into Harry's. What the hell? Hermione was breathing raggedly like she had just ran a marathon, and Snape seemed to be preoccupied with something as he kept staring into the shadows. Harry, at the point of demanding what the hell was going on, opened his mouth, only to have Snape's hand clamp down on it again. The potion master finally spared Harry a glance and said quietly. "Take Miss Granger back to her dorm room, and stay with her. The two of you are dismissed from night patrols until otherwise notified. Do you understand?"
Harry could only shake his head, as Hermione whispered quietly. "But Profes..." Her protest died in her throat as Snape's hand went from Harry's mouth to hers. "I will hear no arguments Miss Granger," he paused as he looked back down the hallway. Hermione frowned against his hand as his voice turned cold and sarcastic as he continued. "However if you feel the need to protest, I shall give you the opportunity tomorrow evening in detention." With another glance down the hallway, he turned on his heel back down the hall, his robes billowing around him, and his boot heels echoing throughout the empty hallway.
Hermione watched the Potion Master's retreating back blend in with the shadows in complete and utter confusion. One minute he's out making attempts to keep her out of Malfoy's way, then the next he's reminding her of a detention. Merlin the man was confusing! Harry insistently pulling on her hand shook Hermione out of her thoughts. Silently, they walked at a rather brisk pace back to Gryffindor tower. After climbing through the portrait hole, did Harry speak, "Exactly what in the hell is going on Hermione?"
"I don't know Harry, I just don't know." Hermione whispered dejectedly as she sank gratefully into a nearby chair.
Slowing his pace, Snape could hear the unmistakable stride of young Malfoy in the Main Hallway, leaving from the dungeon entrance. Having watched Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy leave the common room earlier was only by the grace of Merlin. Snape had actually been on his way to his private quarters when he absentmindedly checked the common room by touching the crest that adorned his office wall.
"Insomnia, Mr. Malfoy?" Asked Snape into the darkness, as he too entered the Main Hall.
Snape was pleased to see the young man startled.
"No Professor, I was only thinking of completing my night rounds."
Snape had come to a halt in front of the boy, and arched an eyebrow in question at him.
"How thorough of you Mr. Malfoy."
Unable to think of a suitable reply, Malfoy stayed silent. Snape not believing the boy for a second began to circle him, as predator did his prey. Snape ready to notice everything continued, "It is of the utmost importance to be thorough on everything Mr. Malfoy." Snape paused as Draco's fingers tightened around a small scroll he had hidden in his hand.
Snape was facing the boy again when he said, "Don't you agree?"
"Yes, of course Professor." Readily agreed Draco.
The Potion Master said nothing in reply, only stared at the young Slytherin in silence. Draco, uneasy under his housemaster's scrutiny uncomfortably shifted from one foot to another. This did not bypass Snape's notice before he said quietly, "Good evening then, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco inwardly sighed in relief as he watched Snape walk towards the heavy oak doors that led out of the castle. Merlin! I thought he'd never leave; I wonder what's going on with him anyway? He thought to himself. It seemed to Draco that every move he made was being watched; even when he was confident no one else was around. Father seemed to think it was just paranoia and nerves about the approaching date of his first Death Eater meeting, but Draco wasn't entirely sure.
Walking briskly towards the tower containing the owlery, Draco sighed disgustedly as he thought about his previous encounter with his housemaster, not minutes ago. Crabbe swears it was Granger he had been following, and then she suddenly disappeared. Draco was hesitant on believing him. He knew himself that his housemate was incredibly dense, but if there were only two other prefects other than him on patrol, it had to have been her! And they call themselves Slytherins. Draco growled quietly in frustration as he neared the owlery, if there was one thing he hated more than Potter, it was being thwarted!
Opening the Owlery door, Draco walked straight to a cage containing a black raven. Gingerly removing it from its cage, Draco stroked its sleek black- blue feathers while he tied the scroll to its leg. Walking to the stone window, he looked out into the courtyard for any on lookers. Unable to see very far into the dark, he assumed it was all clear, and turned his attention back to the bird in his hand. He spoke quietly to as he said, "Take this to Father, Saber." The bird promptly flew from his fingers, as Draco gave the courtyard a glance over once more, and promptly shut the shutters.
Snape sitting on a large rock near the lake watched the raven fly out into the darkness of the night.
Snape sitting on a large rock near the lake watched the raven fly out into the darkness of the night. Malfoy was the only student who kept a raven as a familiar, thought Snape to himself. It was he himself who suggested housing it in the Owlery, instead of subjecting it to the harsh elements of the dungeons. Who would he be mailing at this hour? Stepping down from the rock, Snape walked around the length of the lake as he pondered his thoughts. The whispered conversation he had been eavesdropping on told him at least to expect three young Slytherins at the next death eater meeting. Dammit! Snape picked up a small stone and hurled it into the lake, only to duck as the giant squid hurled it back. Snape frowned to himself as he stared up at the castle. Even magic in all its glory and forms cannot stop a simple decision. The potion's master frowned to himself as his gaze landed upon Gryffindor tower, and the streaks of the morning sun behind it. Shaking his head in dismay, he started back towards the castle.
Snape looked up as the raven landed in front of his place at the head table. Stroking its sleek feathered chest with two fingers, he untied the small scroll from its leg. Sparing the Slytherin table a quick glance, he noticed Malfoy frowning in his direction. Snape leaned back into his chair and allowed the raven full access to whatever remained of his breakfast, as he unrolled and read the scroll. After eating its fill, the raven took flight as Snape's eyes narrowed at the contents of the scroll, and read it a second time. Tucking it into the pocket of his robes, where he kept his unused wand, he turned to find Dumbledore's gaze on him. Snape shook his head, and stood from the table. Glancing around for the first time since he arrived, he was quick to notice the still empty seat at the opposite end. Blasted girl! Sighing heavily, Snape stalked through the Great Hall, and out to the castle's gates. Closing his eyes briefly, he apparated to Malfoy Manor.
Snape raised his arm to pound on the ordinate door, only to lower it again when the door opened slightly. A small green house elf poked its ugly head around the door. Upon seeing Snape, it quickly opened the door fully, and motioned for him to come in. Stepping into the hallway, Snape took a deep breath and looked around. Nothing much had changed since he had been here last. The walls were covered in deep wine colored velvet, and adorned with portraits of the Malfoy family who were looking down their aristocratic noses at him. The potion's master bowed in respect as was customary for visitors to do. Mrs. Malfoy walked out of one of the doorways, and came forward to greet Snape. The sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor sent the elf scurrying away.
Narcissa smiled smugly at Snape as he bent over her hand.
"Lucius is in his study Severus. You do remember where it is?"
"Yes. It is lovely to see you again Narcissa."
"I would love to stay, but I'm late for an appointment with Sera McNair. You understand of course."
"Of Course."
Bending over her hand again, Snape stepped past her and continued down the hall.
Mr. Malfoy smiled in a disarming manner when he stood from his chair as Snape walked in the room unannounced and said, "Severus old friend, so glad you could make it!"
Snape's face remained expressionless as he said coldly. "Don't I always Lucius? You seem to think I am at your beck and call."
Mr. Malfoy's smile faltered a bit when he said, "I would never take you for granted Severus."
"Of course not." Replied Snape sarcastically.
"Can I offer you a drink Severus?" asked Mr. Malfoy, as he walked over to a small bar and poured himself a glass of brandy out of a crystal decanter.
"No, I cannot stay. What is it that you want Lucius?"
Mr. Malfoy resumed his chair, and motioned Snape to occupy the other. Only after Snape sat down, did he speak. "My son has written to me Severus, it would appear that a certain young lady has caught his eye at school. Her name was not familiar to me, and I was hoping I could count on you to supply me with some information."
Snape's expression never changed, as dread suddenly wrapped itself firmly around his stomach. "Really? Please Lucius, tell me her name and your son's intentions, and I will supply all the information that I deem necessary." Said Snape quietly.
Mr. Malfoy sipped his drink as he considered this. "Agreed. Draco is to attend the next Death Eater meeting, to be initiated. He wants the girl to not only be present, but to be a gift. I foresee no issues, but I just can't quite place the name."
Snape marveled at his self-control. He suddenly felt murderous, as the pieces had fallen together in his mind. He said quietly, "Her name, Lucius."
Mr. Malfoy uncrossed his legs and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees as he said, "Draco is apprehensive about me mentioning it to you. He seems to think that you are the one behind the obstacles that thwart him." Mr. Malfoy commented on a laugh. Sitting back again he smiled lazily at Snape. "I of course explained to him that you being a fellow Death Eater naturally wouldn't interfere. "
"Naturally." Commented Snape dryly. "Her name, Lucius."
Mr. Malfoy sipped his drink again, and took his time answering. "Granger. Hermione Granger."
Snape buried his hands in the length of his robes as he stood abruptly. "I would advise against your son's intentions, Lucius."
Mr. Malfoy frowned up at Snape. "Draco said she was most suitable. He went on about her being at the top of her class, and how she even manages to pass your classes every year Severus."
Snape smiled cruelly. "Yes, she does. She is very talented, and has a promise of turning into a fairly decent witch. She is most suitable. But alas, it simply won't do Lucius."
Mr. Malfoy raised his elegant eyebrows in confusion. "What seems to be the issue then Severus?"
"Why she's a muggle born Lucius." Replied Snape silkily.
Snape watched Mr. Malfoy's expression of confusion turn into one of pure anger as he said, "I take it Draco forgot to mention that part? Can't imagine how." Snape smiled cruelly at Mr. Malfoy as he said, "I must take my leave. I have a class to teach in less than an hour. I trust you will take this matter into your own hands, and deal with it. Good day, Lucius." With that, Snape apparated back outside of the school gates.
Snape quickly made his way through the castle, down to the dungeons. Seventh year double potions with Slytherin and Gryffindor was his first class today. Instinct told him to be wary of leaving those students on their lonesome for longer periods of time than 10 minutes.
Snape, upon entering the classroom took notice of Malfoy leaning over a very red-faced Granger. "Unless you are thinking of transferring to Gryffindor, Mr. Malfoy. I suggest you take your seat."
Malfoy's head snapped up in annoyance, but as his eyes landed on his housemaster he nodded in respect and resumed his chair across the room. Snape was quick to notice that Potter and Weasley were not to be seen. He strode over to his desk, deliberately walking down the aisle nearest Hermione. Glancing down, he observed the claw marks in the wooden table from her hands. She looked away as she cradled one to her chest, as blood seeped through her fingers. Sighing inwardly he wondered, where the hell were Potter and Weasley? To be honest with himself, he was actually counting on them to come to Hermione's aid, where Malfoy was concerned. Just then the door burst open, to reveal the two out of breath Griffyndors, covered in dust and bits of grass. Taking the opportunity of the distraction to discreetly drop a black handkerchief on her desk, he turned towards the door.
Snape eyed them both, before raising an inquiring eyebrow,
Harry completely out of breath attempted to explain. The only words Snape could make out were Hagrid and Hippogriff. Holding up his hand, he said "Never mind, I do not want to know. Ten points from Gryffindor for your tardiness."
Snape turned and stalked down to his desk with his robes billowing behind as he began. "Today we will be having a refresher course on a simple healing potion. For those of you taking Potions on your N.E.W.T. exams, this will prove beneficial. The option is yours upon which you choose to brew. Keep in mind that this is still my classroom, and you will be marked on everything." Turning on his heel, he glared at the class. "Begin!"
Class passed without further incident. Stalking up and down the aisle as he usually did, Snape made comments and threats like every other average Monday. Throwing disgusted looks at Longbottom, Snape came to stand behind Hermione. He watched her hands as she added the final ingredients; she had wrapped the handkerchief around her hand, to stop the bleeding. Slowly she unwrapped her hand and immerged it into the potion.
"For once Miss Granger, I can say that your work proved a Gryffindor." Snape watched in amusement as she started at the sound of his voice. The potion's master became aware of Longbottom and every other Gryffindor staring at him, before he snapped, "I wish I could say the same for the rest of you dunderheads!"
Dismissing the class as the bell rang, he watched Hermione quickly collect her things and stand beside Harry, as she waited for him and Weasley to pack up their supplies. Saying nothing, Snape sat down behind his desk, and watched the remaining students trickle out. Hearing the door shut softly, he closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling. What's the matter Severus, are you jealous of Potter? Severus Snape the cold hearted bastard having feelings? Ah. Isn't that sweet? Really Severus, what are these feelings? Jealousy? Possessiveness? And for an eighteen year old girl too. My my, Severus, what would your father say? Sighing to himself, he said out loud, "I'm out of my mind."
"Well, when you get back in I was wondering if I might have a word."
Startled, Snape stood straight up from his desk, to find Dumbledore sitting at the desk Hermione had just vacated.
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise, but a twinkle of amusement was evident in his blue eyes. "Hermione than is it? My Severus, I never thought I'd see the day you would loosen up enough to call a student by their first name."
The Potion's Master resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and started up the aisle towards the old wizard. Sitting in Longbottom's seat, next to the headmaster, he watched as Dumbledore's long elegant fingers traced the claw marks in the wood.
"It truly is amazing how emotions can result in such a way that leaves physical damage." said Dumbledore quietly.
"Headmaster you speak in riddles." Snape sat back against the stonewall and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yes, all the better to confuse you with my child." Smiled the old wizard, as he turned his attention back to the Potion's Master. Blue eyes regarded him quietly before he sighed. "All three of them then?" When Snape nodded, Dumbledore shook his head in dismay. "I know that no one will feel this loss more than you Severus, but you must understand that you can't save them all. You must try to look past this and protect the ones you did save. They will look to you for guidance, and you must be there to give it."
Snape nodded his head in understanding, but remained silent.
"I thought you might want to know that the Granger's are coming this afternoon for tea."
Snape raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh?"
"I have invited the Head Girl and Boy to attend. I thought it would be best if you ..Forwarned." Dumbledore said quietly.
Snape nodded his head, "Yes, she has detention with me this evening."
"Again? Severus, Really!"
Snape shrugged his elegant shoulders, "She opened her mouth, and so I feel she should be held responsible for what comes out of it."
"How long did you give her?"
Snape bit back the smile, "A week from this past Friday."
Dumbledore shook his head in dismay as he stood. "Isn't that a total of nine days?"
"In a row."
The old wizard smiled to himself a bit, before nodding his head towards Snape, and walking out the door.
Later in the day, Hermione made her way towards the dungeons for her detention. Five days and counting thought Hermione wryly. She had actually been looking forward to running into him today; she had wanted to ask him about last night. But this afternoon's tea had made that impossible.
Her memory replayed in her mind like slow motion. Her parents sat at the table along with Dean Seamus, and Professor Dumbledore, chatting along nicely having tea, when Hermione entered the office. All three men rose from their chairs, until Hermione was settled in her own. Taking a cautious glance at her mother, she smiled politely as Dumbledore introduced her as Hermione. Her mother merely smiled in turn, as did her father. No movement for hugs, kisses, or even a sign of recollection at the name. Hermione's insides froze, and her brain went numb. Wishing desperately to have Professor Snape at her side, whisper commands to actions in her ear. Moving her gaze to Dumbledore, he smiled in return at Mrs. Granger's compliment on the charming tea set, and nodded his head in encouragement to Hermione. Hermione's good breeding took over from there, accepting her tea graciously with manners, speaking when spoken to, making polite small talk, and properly excusing herself from the table. As she walked out of the office, she closed the door as quietly as possible, and strode outdoors before the madness of it all threatened to consume her.
Approaching the Potion's classroom, Hermione heard stone sliding against stone. Remembering the sound from last night, she instinctively quickened her pace.
Finding the classroom empty, Hermione set her bag down and knocked gently on Snape's office door.
His "Enter!" Sounded weak for Snape, like he was almost out of breath. Upon entering, Hermione found out why. Snape was hanging upside down, with his knees curled around a levitating bar, doing vertical sit-ups. Hermione took one look at him and blushed crimson. He wore nothing but a tight pair of black trousers, and his hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Snape, opening his eyes was startled to find a blushing Hermione staring at him, before she quickly turned her back to him. Finishing one last curl, he grasped the bar and easily vaulted to the stone floor in his bare feet.
Pulling on his robes, but not bothering with the clasp, he walked to the opposite side of his desk, before speaking. "This is the fourth year's potions notes on the foreign tongue potion. Please look at me when I'm speaking to you Miss Granger." Hermione slowly turned around keeping her gaze carefully upon his face, and took the pile of parchment he had thrust into her direction. "Begin correcting them, and I will be with you shortly." Hermione walking to the desk and accepting the parchment turned on her heel and left without a word.
Walking briskly to the trap door to his private rooms, Snape reminded himself to ask her about the incident this morning in class. All things come to those who wait. Upon entering his chambers, he stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into the shower. Standing under the streams of steamy water, his mind briefly drifted to Hermione, and he promptly turned the tap on to cold.
Hermione noticed that Snape had apparently showered and changed, as he had lost the ponytail, and he was back in his normal attire. Hermione stayed silent as a little pang of disappointment made it known. Finally finishing the potion notes, she laid them on his desk, as he sat down. Walking quietly back to her desk, she sat and awaited further instruction.
Snape raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he began to read her notes written in red on the parchment.
"Do you know this potion and its ingredients Miss Granger? It will be on your exam."
Hermione took a deep breath and began to list the ingredients, their locations in which they can be found, the precise increments of measure, and the result if brewed correctly.
Snape resisted the urge to nod his head in approval, and simply stated from behind a piece of parchment, "How is it you can store all of that into your memory, but you can't seem to remember the simple task of eating?"
Hermione opened her mouth and closed it again. "I beg your pardon?"
"I've been told you still haven't been eating again." Snape stated almost accusingly as clasped his hands on the forgotten parchment.
"Not again." She stifled a groan.
"Yes, again. I'm waiting."
"I'm dieting." Hermione retorted flatly as she dug in her bag in pretense of looking for something.
"Surely you're jesting."
"What in bloody hell do you care?" snapped Hermione angrily, giving up on avoiding him. She raised her eyes to meet the Potion Master's penetrating gaze. She quickly looked away as his gaze had begun to sear into her soul.
"Language, Miss Granger. I will not have your death on my conscience." Snape replied calmly.
"I'll tell you what, when I decide that it is my time to die, I will leave a testament stating, 'Professor Severus Snape, Potion Master of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, is not by any means responsible for my death.' Will that suit you Professor?" Asked Hermione heatedly.
Snape's lip twitched as he continued to glare at her before saying coldly, "Do not use my given name without my consent Miss Granger. What happened today in class?"
Hermione's complexion went white, than red as she turned her gaze to the desk.
"Nothing."
Snape's face darkened. "Nothing?"
Hermione raised her gaze to his, defiance radiated from her, as she said "Nothing."
Snape stood abruptly, and frowned as Hermione flinched.
"I would hardly call the claw marks you made in the desk, 'nothing'." Said Snape quietly. "Young Malfoy was hovering over you, what did he say?"
"Nothing intelligent." Snapped Hermione.
The urge to shake her senseless was so overwhelming; he resumed his chair behind the desk, before saying coldly, "I can't help you, if you don't tell me what's going on."
"I didn't ask for your help, the Headmaster apparently did. I suggest you take your frustrations up to him. "
Snape glared at the young witch before him. "Be careful Miss Granger, your mouth is what got you into this predicament to begin with; don't make it worse by shooting it off again."
Hermione bit her tongue in efforts to remain silent, and picked up her bag as she stood.
"Where are you going?" Snape asked quietly.
"To throw myself out of the astronomy tower, want to come watch?" invited Hermione flatly. As she reached the door, Snape's hand jerked her around to face him. She didn't even hear him approach. Snape grasped her shoulders in a tight grip.
"NEVER SAY SUCH THINGS!"
Hermione was frozen to the spot. Snape never raised his voice to her, ever. Hermione stared into his eyes that seemed to burn in an angry onyx fire. "I.I'm sorry Professor." Hermione stuttered as her heart had begun to beat wildly. She watched as Snape's eyes softened to what could only be described as vulnerability. Snape not only surprised Hermione, but himself as well as he pulled her roughly into a tight embrace. Hearing his rapid heartbeat under her ear, Hermione dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around his waist. Snape rested his chin on the top of her head, as he willed himself to regain control over his raging emotions. Snape tried to think about what made him loose control to begin with. Ah, yes. 'Want to come watch?' What the hell were you thinking Hermione?
Snape didn't realize he had said this out loud until Hermione mumbled into his chest.
"I'm sorry Professor... I'm so sorry." Hermione turned her face into his robes as she desperately fought the tears that threatened to fall.
Snape lifted her chin with a finger, and saw the tears glistening in her eyes. He pulled the girl closer as he absentmindedly brushed his lips to her temple and said gently, "Don't cry Hermione. Please don't cry." The tenderness in his voice was so unexpected, tears spilled down her cheeks as she held him even tighter than before.
They both jumped apart as the stone entryway to the Slytherin common room slid open further down the hall. Grasping Hermione's hand, much like he had the night before and led her back to his office. Releasing her hand, Snape shut the door quietly, and leaned his forehead against the door as he chided himself. What the hell were you thinking Severus? Where the hell is your restraint? Leave it in your other robes? How do you plan to save face now?
With his back to her, he resumed his normal stoic tone; "I apologize Miss Granger. I seemed to have overreacted." Before he could finish, he felt Hermione's arms enclose themselves around him. She leaned her head against his back and said, "Please professor, don't take it back. Please don't. .. You make me feel." Snape told himself to go to hell as he turned in her arms and raised her chin gently with his thumb. "How do I make you feel Hermione?"
Hermione wiped the tears from her face, and took a deep breath. "Make me feel so many things, it's confusing. But, mostly, you make me..."
Snape nodded his head as he wrapped his arms around her again, brushing her temple with his lips; he murmured, "I will always keep you safe."