A/n: … Don't ask…

P.S. The plot is mine

Hogsmeade Weekend


Hermione flashed her hazel eyes to the ceiling. Tears threatened to spill over her eyes lids, but she wouldn't allow for him to see them. She turned away from him and curled up on his darkened sheets. She could feel one of his strong fingers tracing her bare back. After what happened to her on holiday she thought that she had cried out her endless reservoir of tears. She thought she didn't have any left, and here they were prickling in the corners of her eyes.

She felt his finger exploring the canvas of her back. She shuddered slightly. She turned to him; he was surprised at her sudden change of movement.

"Why," She asked softly. "Why are you doing this."

"It's simple Granger, or do I have to explain it to you again." He replied. "I know about your past, you don't want it getting out, so you're sleeping with me."

"No not that," She said. "Why me, why not just spill the secret when you discovered it?"

He looked at her, completely thrown off by her questioning. Her eyes were watery, and her gaze was intensifying.

"Simply," He said choosing his words carefully. "You were on my list, and I rather kill two birds with one stone."

Hermione didn't inquire any more. He still didn't answer her question. She turned away from him once more, noticing that it was getting lighter outside.

"Am I done here?" She asked sitting up. She didn't wait for an answer. She threw on her school shirt and pulled on her skirt. She checked her watch, and groaned when she realized that she was only going to get two hours of sleep.

"Why does this weekend have to be Hogsmeade weekend?" She asked herself.

She went into her room and collapsed on the bed. She let the warmth and the familiarity of the mattress hug her.


Ginny sat in Hermione's favorite chair by the Gryffindor fireplace. She always liked this time of year. The morning air was crisp and few clouds dared to cross over the sun's path. Even though the day was beautiful she couldn't enjoy it because anxiousness and impatience had been ebbing away at her for the past half hour.

She's always been uneasy about the situation between Hermione and Draco Malfoy. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to hex the Slytherin into oblivion. Ron and Harry tried engaging Ginny into talking about the first game of quidditch that had just passed, Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff. Harry was talking mostly about the new tactics he wanted to put to use for the Gryffindor team and Ron was listening intently. After trying for the past fifteen minutes both boys had given up on Ginny.

Ginny's mind was occupied on something far more important. Hermione was never this late for meeting up with them, which only could mean that something happened last night. Ginny wanted to tell Harry and Ron what was going on, but as soon as the thought leaked into her head it leaked right back out. If this ever got out Ginny could only imagine what their reactions would be.

"Where is Hermione?" Harry asked. "Are you sure she didn't want to meet us down in the Great Hall?"

"I'm sure," Ginny replied. She kept fixing her eyes on the portrait hole.

"Well she better get a move on," Ron said exasperatedly. "I'm starving."


Hermione stood in the shower trying to let her thoughts regroup. The hot water clouded her eyes as one thought flew to the next. She knew she was late but she had bigger things on her mind. She was trying to figure out a way to get out of the deal she placed on Malfoy. There was the easy way, just to refuse him and give him the upper hand of ruining her name and her reputation, or to find another spell.

She got out the shower and toweled herself off. 'Wouldn't it be better just to end this now? How many people will believe Malfoy?' This was a good point, how many people will believe Malfoy? It would look like he would be taking another cheap shot at her. She couldn't risk that, because if Harry and Ron asked about it, she wouldn't be able to lie to them. She couldn't have them look at her differently.

She finished her daily routine and made her way down to Gryffindor common room. Her steps echoed off the stone floor. Today will be especially hard to keep up the façade she created. An image of Malfoy's hand caressing her stomach entered her head. She shook her head of this thought and made her way to the portrait of the fat lady.


Severus Snape woke up in a cold sweat. He had been having the same nightmare over the past couple of weeks. His forearm tingled with recognition. He groaned and rubbed the mark convulsively. His arm had been tingling since the end of the holidays, which was around the same time since his last meeting.

The Dark Lord always told him the same thing. He was to keep up his post and spy on the muggle loving fool. This meeting hadn't been different than others. It was a new initiation meeting and of course everyone was up to the usual old tricks. This initiation hadn't been that different from his own. The new inductees had to go through the usual pangs to get onto the good side of the Dark Lord. Every time he saw an initiation he always got violently sick afterwards. He had always regretted joining the dark side but he didn't have a choice.

After getting sick and wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his robe he stood up. He knew he had heard voices, but he didn't want anyone to see him like this. So he moved away from his pool of sick and placed the hood back on his head. He made his way over to the voices, the springy grass bouncing him lightly off the ground, the summer breeze hot and stifling.One of the voices he recognized as Lucius Malfoy.

"So how's business?" Lucius drawled, not hiding his amusement.

"Business is booming since our new addition." Said the second voice, which Snape didn't recognize at all.

"How much did it cost for this new addition?" Malfoy asked.

"Nothing." The other man chuckled. "You have to come down and see it for yourself."

Snape decided not to eavesdrop any longer because this conversation was of no interest to him, so he decided to make his presence known. He walked out of the shadows.

"Lucius," Snape said meeting his silver eyes.

"Severus," Lucius replied. "Long time no see."

"It has been a while hasn't it?" Snape replied. His eyes then flickered to Malfoy's companion, but the man didn't introduce himself. Snape could see his hazel eyes shining beneath the hood.

"So how's Draco?" Snape asked making small talk.

"Funny thing, you should mention Lucius' son," The portly man replied. "We were just figuring out if his son needed my services or not."

"How ironic," Snape replied silkily. He then felt a tap on his shoulder. Snape turned around quickly to find Wormtail staring at him.

"The Dark Lord will see you now," He said.

Snape made his way back into the Riddle House.

"So how is the muggle loving fool?" The dark lord asked as soon as he entered the study.

Snape took of his hood and placed it in his lap. He told the Dark Lord of Dumbledore's "plans".

"Good," He said satisfied. "Stay at your post for the time being, I might need you for another plan."

Snape looked up at his gleaming red eyes. "Another?"

"Yes, and it will require a lot from you. You will be lucky to make it out alive."

Snape hid his discomfort at these words. He knew then that his time was now limited.

Snape went through his usual morning routine with that last thought on his mind.


"We thought you weren't coming?" Ron said happily piling his plate with bacon.

After receiving a chiding from Ron about keeping them waiting after she finally made it to the common room, they were all finally sitting at the long Gryffindor table.

"Why would I miss a Hogsmeade weekend with my best friends." Hermione replied smiling.

"What have you been up to lately, we barely see you anymore?" Harry asked.

"I've just been busy, you know with patrol and all the school work. But I am now here to rectify all the time lost. I can't even believe I missed the first quidditch match." Hermione said placing toast on her gleaming plate.

Hermione only wanted some time alone that particular Saturday. She's been avoiding seeing Harry and Ron because she was afraid that she might just spill out her secrets. She spent these weeks trying to build impenetrable wall around her, but that was torn down yesterday thanks to her counterpart.

It was hard enough to smile like nothing happened, even harder to lie to Harry and Ron.

Malfoy then entered the dining hall. He had a wide smile on his face. He glanced at Hermione before sitting. Ginny's eyes didn't leave the Head Boy.

"So, which stores are we going to today?" Hermione asked trying to ignore the constant daggers she could feel Malfoythrowing ather.

"We really hadn't decided." Harry replied.

Hermione looked up at the Head Table. All the usual chaperones for the Hogsmeade trips were there. She then saw Snape make his way to the table. His eyes lingered on hers a moment before sitting down.


He didn't have time to eat a full breakfast, he needed to get those books. He was always excited at the prospect of getting new books. The feeling of crisp parchment pages on his hands, and the information and the secrets that each book kept securely within its pages made him anxious even more.

He looked at his steaming mug of coffee, black of course, with two sugars. He felt a pair of eyes on him again, and he didn't have to look to see who was staring at him. He knew it was her. He glanced up at the Gryffindor, and he automatically sensed the change in her. She didn't look away; it came to point to which he couldn't look into her hazel eyes anymore.

"I see that you and the Head Girl have finally made acquaintances." McGonagall said turning to him.

"Far from it," Snape said turning back to his coffee.

It was true to a certain extent. But what was that look about? He instinctively looked at the Head Boy who was smirking widely and looking at Granger. He knew exactly what was happening, and he couldn't believe that she gave in. His gaze shifted back to the Head Girl who looked like the definition of uncomfortable. She was talking to her usual friends and it only seemed like the littlest of the Weasleys' was receptive to her present emotions.


Hermione walked down the street not fully aware of surroundings. It was as if some invisible person was stringing her along the road. She looked from right to left at the different shops to see if anything caught her attention. It seem like everything was duller and the colors were fading around her. She walked around in her depression, not seeing any solution to her ongoing problem.

"Hey Hermione, we're going to the Three Broomsticks for a butter beer, aren't you coming?" Harry called out.

"No, I'm just going to go to the bookstore and pick something up, then I'm going to head back up to the castle I'm not feeling well." She replied back.

They found shelter in the Three Broomsticks while she continued on slowly. The only thing that would make her feel better at the moment was getting a couple new books for her own growing collection. She walked along in stoic silence waved at some students who said hello to her. This was only the beginning of term, how would she be able to last through the rest of term?

She walked through the familiar wooden door; a tinkle of a bell could be heard throughout the store.

"Can I help you with anything dear?" A stout witch with flyaway gray hair said hurriedly passing her.

"I'm fine, thanks." Hermione replied.

The witch hurried off to another customer, Hermione noticed how busy the little store was, but then diverted her attention to the aroma of new books and ink.

She couldn't get too distracted in here, because she had an agenda. She needed a book to counter the spell she did, or at least replace it. She walked around to the most deserted part of the bookstore. The old magic section. No one really seemed to appreciate old magic, except for maybe Dumbledore. Old magic is old but is just as powerful as spells today.

She looked up at the covers, some collecting dust. Her finger ran over a promising title and she pulled the book down from the shelf. Not realizing how heavy it was it fell with a clatter onto the floor.

She bent down to pick it up, but another hand made it there first. She raised herself up off the floor.

"Thank you," She said looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

"No problem, Miss Granger." Replied a familiar voice.

She flickered her eyesight upward. Her eyes catching his for the third time this morning.

"Thanks Professor," She said smiling taking the book from him.

"Might I ask, why this book?" Snape said looking down at the cover.

"No reason," Hermione lied avoiding his eyes. "I just like reading up on old magic. I think the more old magic you know the better."

"I agree," He replied. "Most of potion making is built on the techniques of old magic as well as most spells used today."

Hermione nodded her head in agreement. It was weird, seeing like this in such a casual setting.

"Now if you want to really know the basics I recommend this book, but you can't go wrong with this one either." He pulled a couple more books off the shelf. She found her usual comfortable spot on the floor as she watched him pull more books.

She was looking through the first book, it didn't have what she was looking for, but she would buy it any way, it had a lot of other interesting stuff. She felt his body sit down next to her. He was looking down at the book too.

"So what brings you here professor?" Hermione asked not looking up.

"The same thing that brought you here." He replied. "That and the mere fact that I have books on order here."

Hermione finally took her eyes off the book and looked at the potions master. His gaze was unwavering and didn't tell her anything. He was treating her differently because he knew. She knew that Dumbledore had told him, which was the reason why he was being so nice. Snape was never this nice to anyone.

"Here are the books I recommend," He moved the pile of about six books towards her.

"Thanks professor." She replied gathering the books.

"Let me help you." He said standing and then holding out a hand.

She grabbed his hand and he helped her off the floor. His hand was warm and so was hers. There was silence between them as he let go of her hand and used his wand to pick up her books.

"Well I need to go get those books."

"Ok well see you in class professor." Hermione replied.

He gave her a curt nod and made his way to the pick up orders line. She watched him walk away and then made her way to the long line of people making purchases. It was almost a half an hour before she made her way to the front of the line.

"Is this all dear?" The stout witch said tallying up her purchases.

"Yes," Hermione replied. "But it looks like you could use a little help."

"Yes well, two of our cashiers left in the same week, and we've been steadily getting busier since we made that deal with Flourish and Blotts to have books delivered." She said taking Hermione's money.

Before she could stop herself she blurted out. "I will be able to work weekends if you need me. I am a student at the school."

"Really," the witch said slightly surprised. "Well, what's your name, I can ask Dumbledore about allowing you to work here."

Hermione gave the witch her information and made her way out of the store with her purchases stored in her pocket. The witch had offered to shrink them for her. She didn't know what made her volunteer her time to the book store. Maybe it was the smell of new parchment getting to her, but she had to admit, the more time she spent away from Malfoy and her room, the better.


A/n: Its been a while… I know… But I have been super SUPER busy, plus I had a bout of depression for about a week. My summer class is kind of hard but I'm surviving… I also am working two jobs… so I wanted to get this chapter out because I know I have been neglecting this story… I hope you guys like this chapter, even though there really isn't anything going on… I don't know when I will be able to post next… so enjoy…

As Always… Cherbi161