[A.N: I'm considering going back through and renumbering all of my chapters and combining several chapters... eh. I don't know why I vent these things here. Oh well! Enjoy the Chapter!
Chapter 10: The Note
Stifling the urge to turn back around and give Ronald a knocking that would rival the one she gave Malfoy third year, Hermione stepped out into the Entrance Hall and up to the Grand Staircase, grasping hold of the hand rail when the staircase suddenly moved away from it's place. She gave a tired sigh but smiled as the stairs actually moved up to the third floor, and she the made her way to the Hogwarts Library. With a nod to Madam Pince, she soon found herself in her Hogwarts comfort zone. Settling into a seat, she withdrew her letter, unfolding it to read once more.
Hermione,
Meet me in my office after your last class of the day so I can show you to our living quarters. I would also like to talk to you. It's nothing serious; I just want to get to know you. I assume that you might want to hide this note from your two dunderheads considering that they will try to find something discriminating for this letter if they put what little minds and imagination that they have to it and bombard you with questions.
Five 0'clock, and don't be late!
Cordially,
Severus Snape
p.s.
Hermione Jean Snape has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? I think so.
Hermione giggled at the thought that Snape might actually enjoy her name with his. It seemed so very primer school.
"Gods, who ever knew that 'greasy git of the dungeons' Snape could make a joke?" Hermione said to herself out loud.
Or was he making a joke? Hermione shook this thought out of her head.
"Of course he was joking. I know enough about him to know that he was joking," Hermione tried to convince herself.
Don't be silly, you don't know him at all. You know only little facts about him, nothing about his real personality. You can't tell if he is joking or not. Hermione shook her head furiously to get these thoughts out of her head.
Surrounded by books, knowledge and reason, she had already calmed a great deal from her interlude with Ron. As she looked around, she slightly felt herself flounder. Brightest witch of my age and yet I still have no idea what to make of all this. As she thought this she looked down at her watch, scrambling then to rush out of the Library to class, earning a glare from Madam Pince.
I look back at these chapters from 2007 and I am absolutely amazed that you readers hold out to my more recent chapters and LOVE the story :) It means a lot to me. Keep reading,
~Lilly Rae~