Chapter 9
A/N Since I have been sick I spent the last few days working over these two chapters and they may be two of my best. Let me know and enjoy.
Hermione Granger was almost 16 years old but she was already a timer traveler. Her adventure may make her seem special but really it is her ordinary-ness that makes her so. She is a bright girl who is easy to make friends with. She has two loving parents who can not do magic but are so proud of her for being able to do so. They are very intelligent and so is she. She has two best friends, both of them boys but she is equally as tough. One of her friends was bred to be the savior of the world so you would suppose this story would be about him, but it is not. Her other best friend was a small and hungry red head who just happened to be in love with her, which may lead you to think this story is about him too. But again you wold be mistaken. Even if in her pre time traveling days she fancied the boy she now had another man in her life. And that is who this story is about, a one Professor Severus Snape.
So much of it was now coming about in her head since she had so little to go one. Just a kiss 20 years in the past and memories of her and her friends supposing he was evil. But now with a change in perspective she had other thoughts that she was making up as she went along. Even if this man was more scarred and mistreated as he had been as a child, she still was falling in love with everything she brought to her mind about him.
On top of having a fight with Ron, the only boy she knew she ever had a real chance with and terrible dreams of what would happen if she approached Severus Snape, again Hermione did not have good night's rest. She woke up in her dorm with the other girls almost expecting a bouncing Lily by the eighth hour but not ready to face the day. She wanted to pull the covers farther around her head but that of course was not a possibility; she had to get to class. As she got up and began to dress and fix her hair she thought about what she should do. She would see Snape that day in potions, but if she would talk to him she wasn't sure. She knew he wouldn't talk to her in front of the other students and there wasn't much of a chance to get him alone either. He had been teaching her for five and some years and he had yet to remember her face. Even Dumbledore couldn't tell her why he didn't know her apart from anyone. So she would just have to find someone who could tell her.
After one last check in the mirror she head to breakfast to attempt at making up with her friends. She saw the two boys sitting together in their usual spot. She sat down next to Harry and put her books down on the table in front of her.
"I'm sorry," she began and both boys looked at her. "I'm sorry I acted like a jerk. I know it was a shock for you to hear."
"You can say that again," Ron said with a full mouth and Harry reached over and smacked the back of his head.
"We are sorry too, Hermione," Harry said. "Both of us are. We should have been more supportive."
"Yeah, I'm sorry too. You are right, I think I was a bit jealous. Forgive us?"
"Of course. You guys are my best friends."
Harry looked at Hermione. She had a small arch in her brow that usually indicated she was thinking. He saw she was wearing her newer set of robes and she had a bit of sparkle in her hair. She had to have something up her sleeve. "So, you told us you kissed Snape. Why hasn't he noticed you? He at least would be treating you different if you look the same as a girl he once had a crush on."
"I thought so too. I asked Dumbledore but he told me he wasn't sure why. All he knew was that Snape wanted to forget after I left. I suppose I would have to. I can't stop thinking about him myself." She looked up to the head table and Snape was sitting there like he was every day, but to Hermione there was just something special about him.
"So what are you going to do? He's our teacher, I mean... you don't plan on seducing the professor do you?"
"Harry! Gosh no. I am just curious now, I suppose, if things could have worked out for us. I just don't know where to get the information. I think if I knew more about the Slytherin Society I could maybe find out how he got me out of his memory."
Ron swallowed his last mouthful of food and opened his mouth to speak. "Not that I think this is a good idea at all, especially because he is mean spirited and an old, greasy git and a Death Eater..."
"Suspected Death Eater," Hermione reminded him.
"OK, suspected Death Eater, but maybe you should like look them up in the yearbooks. If they were a legitimate club you could find them and maybe you could talk to someone who could have known him then."
"I don't think he had a lot of friends then," Harry pointed out. "He doesn't have a lot now."
Herminoe's eyes lit up as she figured out what she was going to do. "He does have one friend now that I know he had back then."
"Who?"
"Draco's father."
Classes that day were absolutely excruciating to sit through. Each lecture antagonized Hermione with more and more time to have thoughts of Severus Snape. She was so interested in what was going on in her mind she forgot to volunteer to answer every question in class. She was even kept after by Professor Flitwick because he worried she was sick. Eventually she got to potions where she at least could study Severus to see if she was really still interested in the man after all. Besides that she had her plan for finding out information all figured out and she came prepared with a note.
After the class was seated she waited for the professor to enter. He always walked with such intentionality, she thought as he went up the aisle and stood at the front of the room. He began instructing the students to pull out their quills and parchments and try to keep up. Today's class would be all auditory in preparation for the difficult brewing they had in tomorrow's double session. She pulled out the note. She handed it to Harry, who was sharing her desk that day and asked him to pass it to Seamus who could easily have passed it to Malfoy sitting directly behind him.
Harry looked at her and whispered, "I don't think so Hermione. We have been following Malfoy around all year trying to see what he's been up to. It's not safe to get involved with him or his dad."
"Potter," Snape said as he turned around. "Must I stop my class for you and Miss Granger to finish you conversation?"
"No, Professor."
"Good. No one should think the world revolves around themselves, Potter." And the tall man refaced the whole class and began again. Now that no one was going to help her she figured she would get the note to Draco herself. She tipped her chair back a bit and then set it back down. Easy enough, she thought.
"Stop it. You are going to get caught," Harry recommended but Hermione didn't want to listen. She tipped her chair back even further and as she was about to get her piece of paper onto the Slytherin's work station, her chair fell and she tumbled, humiliated, to the ground.
Snape who had just turned his back so he could illustrate on the blackboard whirled around at the sound of the falling student and yelled, "Mister Potter!"
"Professor it wasn't me this time. Hermione just tipped her chair, sir."
Hermione was getting up off of the floor and her cheeks were a dark shade of crimson.
"Well Miss Granger, you just saved your friend from another grueling evening in detention with me by getting one yourself. A first I may add. Now if we may get back to potions we can deal with that note in your hand later, hmm?"
"Yes, Professor."
She put her chair back where it had started and then sat back down to try and do her schoolwork. It was just such a chore. She spent more time watching the words come out of Snape's mouth than actually understanding them. She watched his fingers as he waved them in explanation and as they grasped the chalk. It was almost uncanny to her how she never realized what his sight could do to her until she had met him in the past.
Harry pushed her a slip of his parchment which read, "Even after he gave you detention, are you still into him?"
She paused for a moment and she wrote down her answer. "Sadly even more."
