A/n: After that last chappie I couldn't stop writing… hope you enjoy…

P.S. don't own nothing but the plot… 2 exams… 2 papers… and a changed major…

The Holidays – Part II

"Have a seat," he said calmly. With the flick of his wand a chair appeared instantly. And with one look at it, Hermione sent it flying, crashing it into a wall.

"You just couldn't leave things well alone." The raspy voice said. "You had to push me into the corner of her mind. That was the wrong thing to do, Dumbledore. You and I both know that."

"Your stay there was supposed to be only temporary." He replied in the same calm voice.

Hermione felt herself walk forward; she wasn't in control of her own body any longer. It was as if she was watching a movie, watching herself and Dumbledore having this conversation.

"Do you know what happens to energy when it is forced to stay in one area? I bet you don't know Dumbledore. It festers; it feeds upon itself only growing stronger and more powerful. Soon I was able to overcome your constraints." Hermione's hands gripped the desk.

"An old man's mistake," He paused. "Where is Hermione now?"

"She's in a safe place." She continued.

"And when do you plan on leaving?" He questioned, his eyes still twinkling.

"I don't intend on leaving anytime soon, and if I do, I will take her with me."

"Well, you give me no choice," Dumbledore waved his wand but before he could say anything he went rigid, frozen on the spot.

"Silly little magic tricks won't work on me, old man." The voice spat.

Hermione took one step until her body was up against the giant desk. She watched horribly as his eyes bulged. He was gasping for air and she couldn't do a thing. His face was turning purple now.

Soon she was thrown off balance and her back hit the hard floor.

Snape rushed into the Headmaster's office, his wand outstretched. He watched the scene unfold before his eyes. There was Hermione lying unconscious on the floor and Dumbledore, panting, trying desperately to catch his breath.

"What happened?" Snape said, his wand was still pointed at Hermione's still form.

"She… she just… attacked me." The Headmaster forced out. He sat back down in his chair and was clutching his neck.

"What's wrong? Why did she attack you?"

"Severus, she has finally given in." He said dejectedly.

"What do you mean?" Snape said frustrated. He kept his wand on Hermione.

"It has destroyed her mind, yes her mind had put up a great fight, but it finally took her."

Hermione stirred from the floor.

"Stupefy!" Snape shouted.

Hermione's body slumped against the floor once more. He walked over to her allowing the Headmaster to try and regain his composure. For the first time Snape had seen Dumbledore scared. He didn't like this Dumbledore, not one bit.

He kneeled down on the floor next to her and took one of her heavy hands into his own. He took it to his lips and kissed it slightly. He knew what Dumbledore said was true because no one could wake up from a stunning spell, which is why he had to stun her again. He had heard the raspy voice that over took her body. It wasn't Hermione at all. It wasn't his Hermione.

Dumbledore was drinking some water from a goblet.

"What can we do to make this go away?" He said firmly not looking up.

He was trying so desperately to hold himself together. He didn't know what he would do if he had lost her.

"I've been researching this topic for some time now Severus. The power she possesses will have to leave willingly. It will have to exit the body on it's own terms."

"When she is in this state what happens to her? Is it painful?" He asked softly.

"I don't know but it might not be. The Hermione that we both know is stuck somewhere in her mind. When she wakes up it might be her or it might be the powerful soul that dwells within her. It is all up to her and whether or not she wants to fight it."

Snape scooped her up off the floor.

"Severus, she needs to go to the hospital wing."

"She will be fine under my care, Albus." Snape said with a tone of finality.

"Severus, I have warned you, you are indeed aware of the consequences."

Snape didn't give a damn about the consequences. He ignored the Headmaster and carried her out of the office.

The music was blaring but no one would even notice. Harry, Ginny, and Ron had a little too much to drink. Harry didn't know where the alcohol had come from; all he knew was that it was there and that he had drank some. Ginny was sitting on his lap, gently nibbling at his ear. Ron and Luna were in the corner kissing fiercely.

It seemed as if the whole of Hogwarts knew about this party and were making their way up to the Head's common room, but it was okay, the portrait that guarded the entrance was acting as a bouncer, allowing those whose names were on the list to come in and keeping out the unwanted classmates.

The common room was filled to the brink with students. The food that Ron arranged from the house elves kept refilling itself as partygoers celebrated the Christmas Holidays.

Of course Malfoy had heard of the party. He wanted in; maybe Hermione would finally talk to him. He sat in the Slytherin common room staring at the fire. There was a tap at the window. A large eagle owl made its way through the window but only after Malfoy had opened it. It swooped down onto the nearest table and hooted at Malfoy in recognition.

Malfoy took the large heavy package off the owl's leg. It was wrapped in brown paper.

'Early Christmas present from mum,' He thought happily. He looked down at the note that was attached and a frown came across his face. The writing on the envelope was not his mother's but his father's.

Draco, I want you to give this to Snape as an early Christmas present. He has been asking me for it since I came back from our little trip to America last summer. I've just been too busy with the cause to give it to him myself. Since owl post won't be delivered until Christmas morning, I wanted you to give it to him as an EARLY present.

Father

He crumpled up the letter. He knew exactly what it was; it was a bottle of elf made wine that his father had made a fuss about when they went to Martha Vineyard last summer. He stroked his owl lovingly and stood to leave. The owl hooted and took its leave out the window.

Snape had finally reached his room avoiding students and Filch's cat. His room was filled with darkness since he didn't have time to light a fire earlier to wait his arrival. The room was unnaturally cold but he was used to it. He lit a fire in the grate and warmth instantly filled the room. He had laid Hermione on the bed. Her hair was fanned out beneath her on one of his pillows. He sighed as he conjured up restraints. He didn't want to do this but he had to.

He wanted to wake her to see if she was her old self - she must be fighting for possession over her own mind. She just had to be. He conjured up a chair and sat down. He pointed his wand down at her.

"Innervate," He whispered.

Hermione's eyes snapped open. She turned to look at Snape.

"Severus Snape, we finally meet." The raspy voice called out. "Mmmm, oh how she thinks about you Severus, if you only knew how much you mean to her."

Snape couldn't believe his ears.

"She's weak, but I am not, Severus." She laughed. "You can have me any way you want."

She looked at the constraints that were wrapped around her wrists.

"Mmmm, I see the way your mind works Severus." Her eyes danced with laughter and lust. "I promise I'll be gentle."

Snape stayed quiet. He knew that this couldn't be true. He couldn't have lost her when they only started getting to know one another.

A distant ringing told him that someone had entered his office.

He got up and walked to the entrance that had slid open.

"You know she's calling for you right now, screaming your name at the top of her lungs but no one will hear her. She's weak and pathetic." The voice called out.

"Stupefy." Snape called out and her body slumped back down on the pillow.

Malfoy looked around Snape's empty office. He wasn't sure that he was going to be here. This is the same office that he had kissed Hermione, his Hermione. He sighed and shook his head.

"Malfoy?" A silky voice called out. "It's after hours, why are you out of bed?"

"My father, he wanted me to give you this as an early Christmas present." Malfoy called out giving him the package. He had rewrapped it in festive paper.

"Give your father my thanks." He replied placing it down on the desk. "Is there anything else you need?"

Malfoy wanted to tell him what had happened. He wanted to tell Snape about the plans the Dark Lord had for the both of them. He wanted to voice his concerns about Hermione and how sorry he was.

But the only thing he could do at this moment was to follow orders from his father, to just give him the present.

"Is there something bothering you?" Snape asked sitting down at the desk, his eyes piercing into his.

"No, there's nothing wrong." He lied. He kept eye contact, clearing his mind of all thought. He knew what Snape was doing but it wasn't going to work. "Well I'm going to get back to bed, have a good holiday."

Malfoy left the room before Snape could say anything else.

Severus Snape looked down at the wine. It was his favourite, of course. He took the bottle into his hands and went back to his quarters where Hermione was waiting for him.

"Wheressssss Her…. Hermione?" Ron asked.

Harry was on the point of unconsciousness, he knew he had too much too drink but didn't think about it.

"She… left," He hiccupped.

His eyes began to feel heavy as his mind was finally slipping into a drunken unconsciousness.

"You lied to him Lucius," He heard himself say. "You know how much I hate liars. You ruined everything, and now you do not deserve to live." His voice hissed menacingly.

"Avada-"

"If I may interject my Lord," A voice said.

Harry looked up and a dumpy man stood in the center of the circle next to Lucius cowering form.

"There is a simple remedy to this little problem." The wizard said, his hazel eyes gleaming under his hood.

"Crucio," Harry hissed and Lucius Malfoy began to shake uncontrollably his screams echoed around the room.

He lifted the curse.

"You have received a reprieve," Harry spat at Lucius form.

Harry jumped up with a start. He looked around his bedroom. He could still hear the sounds of the party going on outside his door. Ginny was lying beside him waiting for him to wake up. She moved next to him and nibbled on his ear. He lifted up the sheets to see that she was completely naked. His head began throbbing painfully and his scar was hurting worse than before.

"Ginny, you're drunk." He said ignoring how excited he was getting.

"No, I'm not actually." She handed over a hangover potion. He took it gratefully and began feeling immensely better.

"I think it's time for me to see the-boy-who-lived in action, don't you think?" She climbed on top of him, her curtain of long red hair falling to one side.

Severus Snape had been watching her for the past couple of hours. He couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't do anything but watch her. His mind wandered to destroying thoughts. His head was full of questions and doubts. If only he could help her.

He poured himself a glass of the elf made wine and took a sip. The flavor exploded in his mouth and was smooth going down. He wanted to drink the hard stuff but he was afraid that Hermione would wake up, so he kept to the wine.

He knew of one way he could help her, but he wasn't sure that it was going to work. He had to remind her of the Hermione Granger he became fond of. He had the answer.

He looked to the Head Girl who was covered in sweat. He was going to have to get some clothes for her. He decided that it was time for him to visit her room. He emptied his first glass and poured a second.

He could hear the people but he was too drunk to notice how many people had come. It was getting late and Luna was getting to be a better candidate by the second. Her smile seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. Her eyes that once looked vacant, looked as if she knew things that others did not. He went over to her and sat on the couch.

He had to maneuver around a couple of people to get to her before someone else did. He laughed at that thought and sat down next to her. Yes they had a full out snog fest earlier but he wanted to talk to her.

Severus made his way silently but quickly through the halls to the Head's common room. He went to the portrait, but the occupant wasn't there. He cursed the gods and waited. He knew that it was late and no one would be up at this time unless Potter had finally decided to pick up a book and study.

Soon the occupant came into the portrait. He led other occupants in a conga line.

"What is the meaning of this?" Snape said angrily.

The portrait's face turned a sickly green, the occupants behind him continued on.

Snape said the password and the portrait swung open. A blast of music greeted him and almost knocked him over. He went up the stairs and laid eyes on the scene before him. There were students out of bed late, and partying nonetheless.

He put his wand to his throat.

"Students out of bed after hours," His voice bellowed over the music that was playing. Everyone turned around quickly and couldn't believe their eyes. A lot of the students then ran past him to get to the portrait.

He didn't really care about taking away house points, his favorite past time; he came here with one agenda.

The common room thinned out fast. Ron stood up angrily.

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't take that tone with me, Weasley, and that is none of your concern." Snape spat.

He walked over to Hermione's door and said the password and it swung open. Besides the messy bed she kept her room tidy. He walked over to her dresser and pulled out some of her clothing. It was weird going through her things. He picked a suitable outfit and left the room.

"Where is Hermione?" Ron asked.

"That is none of your concern either." Snape said. He heard a moan come from the other room. "I would be more worried about what Potter is doing to your sister."

And on that note he turned onto his heel and left.

Snape nursed another glass of wine while looking at Hermione's fallen form. The curly ringlets that framed her face, her soft pink lips he couldn't wait to have again, she was looking a bit feverish, but he knew he wouldn't be able to give her anything until after it was over.

He decided one last time to try to wake her up.

"Innervate," He whispered pointing his wand at her.

She didn't move.

"Innervate," He repeated again, a little more loudly.

She didn't wake. He stood over her and checked her breathing. Then he heard a distant ringing again, someone was calling again. He walked to his office with a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle in the other.

He looked to see Draco Malfoy in his midst once more.

"Is there anything you need Draco?" Snape said impatiently.

Malfoy looked down at what he was carrying and then looked back up again.

"I was upset earlier because of the grade you gave my N.E.W.T paper."

"Can this wait for after the holidays, Draco?" He asked. "And aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

"Yes sir, sorry sir, I just wanted to talk."

Snape wasn't in the mood for talking. He didn't know what was going on with Hermione but he was going to have to find out himself.

He watched as Malfoy leave his office. He knocked back another glass of the wine while returning back to his quarters. He placed the bottle and the glass back onto his fireplace mantel and made his way to his safe.

He picked up the warm vial and exited the safe.

She was going to need his help. He wanted to try and wake her once more, to wake her out of the internal war she was facing.

"Innervate," He said loudly pointing his wand at her, but nothing happen. She was still her immobile self.

This couldn't happen to her, what was he to do without her? He picked up the wine bottle and opted to pour himself another glass. He hated the holidays. Today was his anniversary of joining the ranks of the Death Eaters. He wanted to drink himself into a stupor. His life was ending whether he wanted it to or not, he has lost Hermione, and he didn't know if she was ever going to come back to him.

He looked down at the half empty bottle of wine and threw it into the roaring fireplace. He then threw the glass in too. He was afraid, and he hated it. He was afraid of everything at this moment.

He walked over to Hermione's bedside. She was getting paler by the second. He placed one of his hands into hers. The warmth that once filled her fingers was now as cold as ice. He knew what he had to do and he didn't want to do it in the state he was in because he had never tested the potion's effect with alcohol, but he had to.

He took the warm vial out of his pocket. He tipped some of the warm, shimmering opaque liquid down his throat. He opened her mouth and tipped some into hers. He closed her mouth and placed a soft light kiss on her lips.

"I'm coming for you," He whispered.

He sunk back into his chair and let the darkness overtake him.

A/n: Well as stated before this is only the second part out of the third part of this chapter… I didn't expect it to be this long but an idea hit me that I refused to let die… so I hope you guys enjoy this chapter… as well as I enjoyed writing it… Thanks for all the awesome reviews… you guys are awesome…

Thanks again to my beta kmedh…. U ROCK

As Always… Cherbi161