Yay, its chapter seven! So I was just watching the movies today, and I must say that Alan Rickman plays one very good Snape. It may be a bit weird, but he is part of the reason why Snape is a character people are drawn to. Lol, if you can't tell, Snape is one of my favorite characters. And if you can't tell I have a bit of a thing for Alan Rickman, which is only slightly creepy since he's like 40 years older than me. XD I know, I'm crazy. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, and enjoy Snape's little boy act.
By the way, Snape remembers the past, but if you remember Hermione has changed a lot in the stories from the first year, it would make sense she would continue changing as she became an adult. I know plenty of people who look very different from how they did at 17.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything…
Several days later found Snape getting a bit stronger. He had an amazing healing ability that seemed like it was above the normal ability of a human. So far, she had managed to deflect his question about who she was. He was getting stronger, and she didn't want to hamper his progress by revealing her identity, although she didn't get how he didn't know who she was. Did she really look that different? Thinking back on the past week, she realized that she was being unfair in keeping the truth from him, but she admitted to herself that he was actually quite nice to talk to when he wasn't acting like his usual self, and she didn't want to give that up. She knew it was going to be a matter of time, but that time wasn't yet. But little did she know that it was coming sooner than she knew.
Snape struggled through the blackness once again, although this time it was easier to find his way out. Opening his eyes, he watched the young woman who was preparing a rag to wipe down his face with. As she brought the rag to his face, he said quietly, "Who are you? And don't put me off, I hate it. I want to know who you are."
Hermione was silent as she stared into Snape's obsidian colored eyes. The time had come, and with it came the end of their fragile friendship. Closing her eyes, and sighing, she opened them and said, "I'm Hermione Granger…"
Snape's eyes widened as a million things flew through his mind. The first being that she must be joking, how could she be Hermione Granger, the Hermione Granger he knew was 19. The Hermione Granger he had known had been a girl barely out of her awkward stage, not the beautiful grown woman sitting next to his bedside. Another thought flitted through his mind, if, and he wasn't admitting she was, but if she was Hermione Granger, then what did that mean in regards to the dreams he had been having? Snape narrowed his eyes, and said suspiciously, "You can't be Miss Granger. Who are you and what business do you have lying to me?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and said exasperated, "I'm telling the truth, my name is Hermione Jean Granger, I was in Gryffindor, my best friends are Harry and Ron, and I'm going to be 25 years old this year-"
Snape cut her off, "That's where you are wrong. Miss Granger is only 19, so you cannot possibly be her."
"I can if it's been 5 years…"
"How…" Snape's voice trailed off as he thought about what she had just told him. Then that would make her who she said she was, and where did that leave him.
"I used a time-turner and saved you from dying from the bite Nagini gave you…and brought you back with me to the future," Hermione said, watching as he sorted everything out.
Snape struggled to sit up, grimacing in pain but determined to do it. Once he was sitting up, he bellowed, "YOU BLOODY IDIOT!"
Hermione shrank back from the anger that was radiating from her old Professor. She had thought he would be a little more appreciative of her saving him from death.
"Do you realize what you've done? You've messed with the past! Don't you know how foolish changing the past is? It could very possibly ruin this future that you call home! But of course you didn't think about that, you only thought about you and your misplaced guilt. Well you didn't have to include me in your vain attempt to soothe your conscience, you self-centered, meddling, dimwitted witch!"
Snape threw back the covers and attempted to stand up, but soon found himself on the floor looking up at the woman he had just insulted. Glowering at her, he crossed his arms and refused to say anything.
Hermione stared down at the man, hurt by his words, but still a bit concerned by the fall he had just taken. Putting her hands on her hips, she asked, "Would you like some help?"
Snape continued laying there as if he hadn't heard Hermione. Sighing, she turned and said, "Fine, sleep on the floor for all I care! I can't deal with your temper tantrum, I have a class to teach."
She was just about to walk out the door to the Potions classroom, when Snape said irately, "Obviously I need help, Granger!"
Hermione walked back to Snape and said, "I'm not going to help you with that attitude."
"Will you help me up…please," Snape grimaced as the last word left his mouth.
Hermione had to hold back a small chuckle at the five-year old act Snape was putting on. Bending down, she grabbed him under his arms and hefted him to the bed. Once he was situated, Hermione turned once again to leave.
"What subject do you teach?"
Hermione turned around to see Snape reclining against the headrest, a frown on his face. But underneath Hermione could see he was curious about it. Smirking at him, she said, "I teach Potions… you're looking at your replacement."
At the shocked look on his face, Hermione smirked again and left the chambers.
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