Ok, so it's been about four hours now since I left Harry with Snape. I kept going up to Snape's chambers to check on them both, but have since given up. I can still hear the girly laughter, its haunting.
Urgh.
Marvil is sulking in one of the Kitchen cupboards somewhere.
I'm not even going to look for him, I have no idea what he would do to me for enforcing Harry upon his beloved Master.
It's not even worth thinking about.
Ive decided to go down to Snape's basement laboratory in desperate hope of finding something that can break whatever spell or charm these two seem to be under.
So far no such luck.
I find a small black book over by his study desk and can't resist in having a peek.
I think it's a diary.
Hahahahahahaha.
Snape has a diary.
Tee hee.
Anyway, it's quite interesting. It mainly goes on about the potions he is inventing, a lot about Mouldy-Wart sorry Voldermort, but there's a bit in there about Hogwarts, and…oh-my-gosh, and me!
Hmmmm, interesting.
It reads;
Friday-
I have no will to live anymore, I know what I have done and although I know in the end it will be in everyone's best interest I still can't bring myself to see it that way.
Bella informs me that she has captured Hermione Granger, a close personal friend of Potter and member if the infamous 'Golden Trio'. I can only begin to imagine what pain and suffering that girl must be under now.
I only hope that my suggestion to the Dark Lord that I take care of the prisoner pulls through.
Saturday-
Hermione is moving to my manor today, Lucius protested at first. I presume he himself wanted to keep her as some sort of trophy pet for Draco. The thought sickens me.
I have had Marvil prepare the guest room, it's only small but I hope it will for fill her needs. The plan seems to be to use her to lure Potter here. I only hope the Order are not stupid enough to let him go. Especially now without Dumbledore around to keep and eye on the boy.
I detest the day it happened. I woke up this morning in a cold sweat from yet another nightmare. If I had only not made the vow this would not have needed to happen.
Albus and his stupid promise to die for the boy, for the greater good my eye!
If the old fool could only have seen how much actually going ahead with the idea was killing me.
Now I shall live out the rest of my days as a Death Eater, I hope only to live to see Hermione out of the mess that is my entire fault.
I'm shocked, not only shocked but speechless once again.
Snape isn't a Death Eater?
Well I suppose it makes sense, I man he saved me the other night…
Didn't mean to kill Dumbledore?
This is all to much, but im fascinated so I read on;
Monday-
Hermione messed up my study today. I know it was her, I don't expect a house elf to be capable of anything other than what he is told to do. Which does not involve eating Granger's legs, but it's rather amusing to watch so I let him. She is actually quite fetching when she is angry.
Anyway, she found a Hair re-growth potion; if only I could have had the chance to explain that it was not mine. The embarrassment is torture.
Tuesday-
She continues to mock me. Yet she continues to intrigue me, I am fascinated by her, she amused herself by sliding down the banisters of my staircase today, her innocence is untouchable.
She has attempted conversation with me several times and due to my own self-consciousness I have dismissed her.
I suspect that damned house elf has something to do with her new interest in me. I shall plan my revenge on him later.
Wednesday-
I must tell her, I don't know how long I can hold off the Dark Lord. Letters from Lucius arrive daily asking for a meeting to be arranged.
I do not want to die knowing that my feelings for her have not been voiced, I am no coward.
Yet I am when it comes to her. She has the ability to weaken me. One look from her takes all rationalisation from my mind, I am rendered unable to move or think for myself.
If all goes to plan I shall die in place of her, I could not live with myself if another good soul died at my hands.
I slam shut the diary in an instant.
I don't know what to make of this.
I just stand there in the cold of the dungeons with Severus' old journal clutched in my hands, I can hear the faint laughing of the two loons upstairs but it hardly registers.
I look down at the black leather clad book.
This is going to change everything.
I never knew Snape could feel this way, I never knew he had planned on dying for me, I'm a nobody and he would die just to give me a chance.
I resist the urge to rush upstairs and smother him with kisses.
Kisses? Urgh.
No, hugs maybe. I do NOT like him that way.
But he obviously likes me that way.
This is too much to think about.
I place the diary slowly back on his desk cautiously as if it were to explode.
I look over at his bookshelf. If I want to get this Snape issue sorted then first I need to find a cure for the giggles they both have seemed to acquire.
Several tediously long hours later I have my answer. It's a spell not a potion that will cure them and armed with Harry's wand I make my way upstairs.
Looking into the bedchamber I notice they still are laughing, it's sad really that I have to put an end to it.
"Cessation exuberance" I say pointing the want at them both.
Instantly the laughter stops. I sigh.
"What just happened?" Harry looks at me scared.
I wave a hand dismissively at him, "Nothing" I say exhausted.
Harry looks over at me and then his surroundings, "Where am I?"
"Snape's Manor" I tell him.
I'm so tired. Why can't he just leave me be?
Harry looks over at Snape clutching his side on the bed.
Snape obviously hasn't laughed like that in a long time.
I notice Harry reaching for his wand.
"I have it Harry, and there's no need for it here anyway" I indicate to the wand in my left hand. I place it gently down on a chest of draws nearby.
"You were under the utopia charm" I tell them, "It disables the victim to piece together bits of information rationally and..." I look at them both, "and it can make you see the lighter side of things, hence the laughter".
"Right" Harry says looking at me like I'm the loon. Honestly, the nerve.
"That doesn't explain why I was laughing" Snape growled.
I could feel myself smiling, "it sort of does" I said gleefully.
His glare deepened but it doesn't bother me.
"You were laughing because, well, you and Harry were thinking the same thing at the same time" I said. "That's what the book says anyway, if you're on the same wave length it's contagious".
"What?" he sneered.
"Well, I think you both might have been thinking about me" I whimper, god his stare could melt even the coldest of hearts, if I keep looking at him im afraid I'll end up a contempt puddle on the floor.
"Eh?" Harry asks.
"Well you" I point to Snape, "You were amused at the fact that I kicked Harry, and Harry must have been thinking about me kicking him" I inform them.
Breathe Hermione, breathe, and don't yawn.
I'm going to fall asleep any moment.
"You were amused that Hermione was kicking me?" Harry said eyebrows raised at Snape.
Snape just rolls his eyes.
"I Presume that Harry became Charmed once he had broken through your wards, that's when the spell must of hit him" I offer. "I think it could be a defensive spell, one to make the trespasser forget what he was here for, but your-wards-were-down" I emphasised that last words, "so it didn't work properly".
"Indeed" Snape purrs and I have to suppress a shiver.
God he had a sexy voice.
Stop it
Stop it
Stop it
I do NOT like him,
Harry is looking back and forth from Severus to myself in gaping awe; he actually looks like a flounder.
"So Potter" Snape spits. "You here to rescue the damsel in distress?"
Harry glares back at him. "Yes I am, and as soon as Hermione gives me my wand back I will kill you for what you have done to her".
Blimey.
"Harry," I say quietly so Snape has to strain to hear me, "I'm not giving you your wand back".
"What!" Harry roars.
"Harry, Snape hasn't done anything to me, I'm ok. He actually has been protecting me". I tell him.
"That doesn't excuse him for killing Dumbledore" he rages.
I don't want to give away the fact that I have been reading his diary, because he might get mad and Harry might actually have to kill him.
Urgh.
"I Think he has changed Harry." I say.
"You cannot be serious Hermione?"
"Sorry Harry, I am."
"Fine, whatever. I wont kill him, but I'm taking you back somewhere safe" he grabs my arm and begins to lead me to the door.
I look over at Severus who almost seems lost for words; his eyes fail to hide the panic. I know that he is worried that I will be taken away from him.
"No!" I cry.
Snape looks flabbergasted and Harry just as shocked.
"What? Hermione, I'm saving you here" he feels the need to point out.
"No Harry I can't go, I'm sorry, I'm staying here"
I look over and can see Snape's eyes moving rapidly from side to side trying to contemplate what is happening.
"Why?" Harry asks.
"Because, because…" I can't bring myself to understand my actions so I have no idea how to explain that the reason I want to stay is because I have a good vibe about the place.
"…I need to" I reply lamely.
"Hermione if you don't come now, I don't know when I will be able to come back" he begged.
"I'm sorry Harry" I tell him and hand him over his wand.
He just looks at me blankly for a moment before walking through the door.
I wonder if ill ever see him again.
I wonder if I have done the right thing, I look over at Snape sitting up on his bed to confirm my theory.
Of course I have.
I hear a pop from downstairs and realise Harry has just disapparated.
I turn to look at Snape.
A short smile appears there. And I smile back.
The silence between us seems to speak volumes.
"Well, Well, Well," a voice cuts through the darkness of the hallway.
I spin around so fast that my hair whips my back.
Damn hair, must get it cut.
I catch Snapes eye as I turn and see that he looks terrified.
Once facing the door I'm face to face with the tall sneering figure of a man I thought I'd never have to look in the eye of again.
Crap.
A/N; Sorry, I only had time to put up 2 chapters instead of the usual 3. I promise 3 next time though!