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"What do you mean you know what's wrong with Ron?" Hermione asked astounded. Harry was about to open his mouth when he saw Pansy there, shocked. For a second he had a lovesick look in his eyes then it cleared.

"Pansy I'm sorry, I promise we'll continue our date later but I need to talk to Hermione. I really like you but this is important and it's not like I"

"Harry stop, I understand. Ron is family to you and Hermione. I'm not going to think you are ditching me when you're just trying to help someone you care about." Pansy said, interrupting Harry. He smiles and kisses Pansy. Once he finished kissing her Pansy told him that she was going to check on Draco.

"Now tell me what you meant Harry." Hermione demanded after she left.

"Earlier when you said Ron never acted like this before the war it got me thinking. I realized the last time he acted like bad was when he was still under the Horcrux's influence."

"But didn't he destroy the Horcrux?"

"Yeah he did, so I went straight to the library and looked at some books, I do do that sometimes!" Harry added, seeing Hermione's shocked face. "I looked at some books in the library and found out that a person can still be affected by dark objects long after the person comes out of contact with it."

"What about me and you then? We aren't acting like gits, well I don't think so anyways."

"I had a Horcrux in my head remember? I believe that since I've spent my entire life, without realizing it, fighting its influence. I mean I wasn't a git when I was a kid, not that I remember anyways. I must have broken free of the Lockets influence the same way."

"I can see what you mean; you were a decent person when you were a kid Harry even though you had part of Voldemort's soul in you. That doesn't explain how I am not still under the influence."

"Well, during the time you were wearing the Horcrux you were doing a lot more magic than Ron and I put together. Maybe you got rid of the dark magic as quickly as you came in contact with it, but I don't know for sure. Anyways Ron was most influenced by it in the first place."

"That's a good theory, but if it's true, how do we go about fixing it? I knew that Ron wouldn't take it well that I love someone else but the Ron I know would never attack someone if there back was turned."

"I'm not sure."

After a few seconds Harry groaned.

"What?"

"I just realized we are probably going to have to ask Professor Snape about it. He has the most knowledge about dark magic and knows how to defend himself against it. I just don't know how much he is willing to help, I mean it's after the war and he is not required to help."

"It wouldn't hurt to ask. He is more approachable now than he was before the war." Hermione said, looking off into the distance, deep in thought.

"Maybe for you, but he doesn't seem approachable to me. I think that he still sees my dad whenever he sees me."

"I'll just ask him by myself then. I'll wait until my detention tonight though. I want to see Ron for myself before I ask him anything."

"He gave you detention on a Saturday?"

"During detention yesterday I accidently broke his cabinet. He fixed it right away but the damage was done."

"Why did you break his cabinet?"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" she yelled, and then blushing added, "I was frustrated and accidently knocked over a cauldron. When I picked it up I banged my head on the shelf and it knocked all of the potions on it off. If Professor Snape didn't prevent the potion from breaking on my head I could have been poisoned, it was a Dreamless Sleep potion and if it was made incorrectly it could have put me in a coma."

"What were you frustrated about?"

Still blushing

Hermione said "It's not important. Do you want me to ask or not?"

"Better you than me. He might answer you."

Looking at the time Harry realized that he was late for quidditch practice. "Oh sorry Hermione, I got to go. If you see Pansy, tell her to meet me at the same spot as last time at three o'clock."

Rolling her eyes Hermione agreed and went to the infirmary to check on Ron. Just as she was about to walk in she overheard Pansy and Draco.

"What do you mean you were going to tell Granger that you listened to her talking to Professor Snape after the final battle? You never tell someone you were spying on them, unless you have a good reason." Draco said.

"I did, I believe that Professor Snape is interested in her." Pansy replied.

"What? There is no way he would be interested in a student, let alone a student from Gryffindor, who I might add is best friends with the person that looks like the person he hates the most."

"You weren't there."

"Fine. Tell me what happened."

*Flash back*

Pansy was in the dungeons breathing hard, the last deatheater on the scene was captured and she barely survived turning against her parents onto the side of good. She was hit with a lot of hexes but she was still standing. She slumped against the wall and heard voices from inside the potions room.

"Professor Snape! You're here!" Hermione's voice exclaimed from inside the room. Pansy stood up and peered inside, wondering what was going on. She thought the professor was dead. Hermione's face was pale white with small beads of sweat on her forehead.

"What, surprised to see me after leaving me for dead in the shrieking shack?"

"No, I knew that wasn't really you laying there." Snape's eyebrows rose in shock.

"Oh, really. And how did you know that?"

"I did an analyzing spell and saw that the body wasn't ever alive in the first place. I'm guessing you used a Golem to trick Voldemort." Hermione said, sitting on a desk.

"Where did you learn that spell?" He said, sounding grudgingly impressed.

"I brought some spell books with me while we were searching for the objects to destroy Voldemort. That spell seemed pretty useful so I memorized it."

"So you used a spell, when you never used it before, on my Golem, and did it correctly on the first turn."

"Yes, what's your point?"

"Not many people could do that Miss Granger." He said, sounding grudgingly impressed.

Hermione, shocked to receive a compliment from this man just stood there for a second.

"Now if your done doing an impression of a fish I would like to know that if you knew that I was most likely alive, why were you surprised when you saw me?"

"I was surprised about was the fact that you didn't let people continue thinking you were dead. I thought you would have jumped at the opportunity to be a free man, and unfortunately the easiest option would be having everyone thinking you're dead."

"That's what I was planning on doing. I was just getting some things from my office when I saw that you were in my room. I guess that staying dead is no longer an option I will have to"

"I won't say anything to anyone that I saw you Professor; I'll even take an oath of silence if you want. I wasn't going to tell anyone before this and I won't after. I wasn't even going to tell Harry."

"Why?" he asked, completely shocked.

"Like I said before the best way for you to be free was to have everyone believe that you were dead. You have done more in this war than anyone else and you deserve a reward more than anyone else I know. I won't stand in your way of getting a reward you deserve. I knew that Harry would of looked for you if I told him and I knew that he would be the second to last person you would want finding you, the first being Voldemort back to life." Seeing that the professor was still shocked she continued, much to her embarrassment. "I was so glad to find out that I was right about you, that my instincts were dead on. I didn't think I would fall for someone who was truly on the evil side and I can't believe I just said that. Man I'm light headed. I hope an oath won't make me weaker than I feel right now." Hermione babbled, not even blushing.

After standing there for a minute Professor Snape said "an oath won't be necessary. I trust you to keep this a secret." He didn't say anything about her confession. He believed that if he did he would say something cruel and he knew that Hermione didn't deserve that. From what she just said, she still believed in him even after he killed the beloved Headmaster. He didn't know what he did to earn her trust but he was grateful. He thought at the least he could do the same thing.

"Bye Professor, have a nice life." Hermione said weakly. Pansy realized that her voice was weakening since she started listening.

Suddenly Pansy saw concern flash across Professor Snape's face, he just put two and two together and wished he didn't get four. "Why were you in my classroom Miss Granger?"

"I was stabbed earlier and thought that the tip might have been poisoned. I was looking for a Bezoar." Hermione said, fainting promptly, falling off of the desk onto the floor.

"You stupid girl, why didn't you just go to Poppy?" Professor Snape said with concern, surprising Pansy. He took out his wand and cast a spell. Hermione glowed for a second and the all of the wounds Pansy could see disappeared. Then he took a stone out of his cloak and forced it down Hermione's throat. She looked better than before, but that didn't mean much of anything. Pansy then saw Snape pick up Hermione, and she swore that she saw a flash of warmth in his eyes as he looked at her. He then walked into his office. She thought she heard him say Poppy's room and saw a flash. Pansy guessed he took the floo.

*End Flashback*

"After I saw the conversation I noticed that things didn't make any sense. One, why did he not instantly Obliviate Hermione when he saw her, and why was he so concerned about her if he supposedly hates her. Or why he didn't leave Hermione after he healed her, he knew that she wasn't going to say anything. And I don't know if you noticed but he looks at her during Potions when he thinks no one is looking. He also treats her decently in class, and out of it." Pansy told Draco after finishing telling him what she witnessed.

"And you came to the conclusion that he must like Granger. What has she done to accomplish that?"

"She believed in him when no one else did for one. I don't think anyone, not even Dumbledore, believed in him so completely. She didn't have an oath from him like he did. She also stood up for him completely. I wished I could of saw the Ministry's faces when she told them that if they sent Professor Snape to Azkaban they would have to send her there too, because Professor Snape did more for the war than she ever did. I don't know what else she said but the next thing anyone knew Professor's Snape was cleared of all charges and awarded an Order of Merlin first class for his help in the war. Think about it. Who else suits your Godfather? Hermione is intelligent enough that she can hold a decent conversation with him, more than anyone else can do, and she has a spine. When Professor Snape gets angry with Hermione and tries to use his tongue against her, Hermione would fight right back. He would never be bored with Hermione either."

"You seem to not think it's weird at all that he likes Granger, why? And why do you call Granger by her first name?"

"Because she asked me too. I found out that she is a pretty decent person, for a Gryffindor. I thought about this a lot because Professor Snape deserves some happiness in his life and I can see why he could like Hermione." Pansy said.

"Granger, I know you're listening. I think we need to talk." Draco said.

Hermione, who was in shock the entire time listening to their conversation, now gasped a little. She walked into the infirmary, blushing a little, and noticing that Ron was still out cold.

"Granger, frankly I think it's weird that you like my godfather, but Pansy is right. You are probably the best person for him." Draco told Hermione, smirking.

Pansy, who is smirking also, says "now that you know that Snape like you, what are you going to do about it? I have some suggestions if you don't know."

"So do I." said Draco.

Seeing the two of them share a look Hermione gulped. It seemed that everything became a lot more complicated. And she still had to see him in detention tonight.

A/N: sorry for the semi-cliffhanger, I have to do my chores. I'll try updating in the next few days.