It was late. Snape had just come from a meeting with Dumbledore. The old fool had gone and made a huge mistake in his excitement to end the war. In trying to destroy the horcrux that he found, he also succeeded in ensuring his own death would come within the year. Granted I was able to slow it for now, but the curse would eventually kill him unless he found another way.
Of course he didn't mention this to Dumbledore yet, he wanted to do some research first and find out if there was any support for his idea (Idea, what Idea he really had no clue what he was going to do) before he told Albus about his plans, best not to get his hopes up for nothing, and he didn't want anybody to know if he failed.
So Snape set to work looking through his private library for anything that might lead to any real ideas.
After several days of searching through his own books, he decided that he needed more items to search. He made the trip to the library and was browsing through the aisles and he saw that Granger was sitting at her usual table in the back where it was quieter.
Pretending not to notice, although he clearly did, he kept browsing, and when he selected a few, he checked them out and headed back to the dungeons to read.
Every time he returned to the library, she always seemed to be sitting at that same table (although he clearly didn't notice).
Hermione had been rather preoccupied the past few days. Being rather more observant than others (particularly Ron) she had noticed that there was something wrong with Professor Dumbledore's hand and assumed it would heal in time, but so far it hadn't, in fact it might even be worse now. She knew that it must be something serious to cause an injury that couldn't be immediately healed in the wizarding world, perhaps a dark curse of some sort.
It seemed to just keep coming up. Harry didn't seem to think much of it, and Ron was oblivious as ever, so she decided to do some research and figure this out. She had always prided herself on her sense of curiosity, but it had gotten her into trouble before, so she would be careful.
She knew that Harry was busy trying to figure out Voldemort, so she decided to keep her curiosity to herself, at least for now. Who knows, it may not be anything important after all.
She started off looking through healing texts, but figured it was a waste of time, sine Dumbledore could easily have fixed anything mentioned in them. Next she thought about spells, this must be a powerful curse.
Now she had something in mind, granted that it is quite a broad subject, she set out to find some books to consult. She picked out some interesting texts and headed back to her table for a few hours of research.
The next day, Hermione headed back to the library, since she had found absolutely nothing yesterday. She picked out some new books, and headed back to her table, but when she got there she realized that Professor Snape was already sitting there.
Hes in my spot, why is he in my spot?
She looked at the situation more closely and realized that one of the books on the table might just be what she needed.
She walked over to the table, "Um, sorry Sir, um, may I borrow that book for a moment?"
He looks up and glared at her until she felt she had to explain, "I just wanted to get the authors name so I could look it up later."
Snape, "I don't think so," before returning to his book.
"Why Sir?"
"Because Granger, this is from the restricted section, and you wouldn't have access to it anyway."
"Oh, sorry Sir, but might I get the information in the event that I do obtain permission to read it?"
More annoyed now, "Granger, will you leave me to my reading and quit pestering me with your endless questions. The answer is no, if by chance you do get permission to read this book, you may come ask me for the information."
Hermione stood there glaring right back at him, then decided it wasn't worth it, so she turned around and walked away, sighing loudly.
"10 points from Gryffindor for unnecessary noise in the library," then he returned to reading the same sentence for the eighth time.
Why did I just do that, it wasn't against the rules to allow a student to know the author of the book. I don't know, and neither do I want to know. Oh, the possibilities just make me sick. Either I really dislike her, or I find her interesting and am trying to get an interesting response, or…I don't want to know.
It was funny that when she noticed I stole her table, she just stood there looking…a lot like Ron Weasley actually.
Hermione just checked out her books and headed back to the common room to think. Why did Snape have to be so aggravating? I think he wanted me to tell him off, or at least I wanted too.
Maybe I'm just mad because he stole my table and everyone knows that is my table. I've seen him in the library looking at me enough to know that he knows it's my table.
He did it on purpose. That Slytherin, fine, he can have the table I don't care. Nope, I do care. Next time I will beat him to it.