Annoying Snape
Uh-oh
Have you ever done something so absolutely stupid that it makes you cringe and heat up, even years later. This must be what it feels like to fling yourself off your roof and have on realization: Your Spice Girls pillow case isn't going to break your fall. Or it actually does hurt if you place your palm on a running burner. Or tin foil will probably set a massive fire if placed into a running microwave. This is like jumping of the Astronomy tower and nodding, while thinking, "Right…so I CAN'T fly without a broom….good to know."
Snape just stared at me for the longest time. Part of me wanted desperately to take it back, to plunge my hands for where the gold chain used to sit. To swipe that look off of his face. His mouth was working furiously and I started to get ready to run away from him because it seemed as if he would lunge any moment.
"Miss Granger-" he began, his voice so deadly is scared me. Just then the door burst open and Filch stood outside looking confused.
"I heard signing and thought maybe Peeves had trapped some students down here," Filch explained to Snape. I didn't wait and just hopped up as though burned and fled the room as fast as my feet could take me. I ran and ran until I finally reached the dorm. By then it was nearly eight in the morning and I had been in the closet with Snape most of the night.
"Fairy eggs," I rasped to the Fat Lady and waited for her to let me in. my breathing was rapid and uncontrolled. She turned to look at me, almost confused.
"And where, exactly, were you?" she snapped, pointing her closed fan at me. I could almost hear Snape getting closer with every minute. This was it, he was going to kill me. I could tell.
"Eating breakfast," I lied. "Listen, can you just let me in? I just gave you the password. It isn't your job to nose into other people's business," I snapped. The Fat Lady looked as though I had slapped her.
"In all my years-" she gasped, now spreading out her fan and fanning herself. Before she could yell at me or worse, deny me entrance, the portrait flew open and a sleepy looking Ron came out. He stared at me for a moment before tugging me into the Common Room.
"Where the bleeding hell were you? Out all night! You didn't even tell us where you were going!" Ron bellowed, shoving me into a cushy chair. I gaped at him, too startled to think straight.
"I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault!" I cried, placing my hand on my chest. Ron just rolled his eyes.
"We thought Malfoy did something to you! Oh!" he cried, suddenly looking frightened. "I should tell Harry to let Malfoy out of the choke-hold…Be right back." He scurried away to leave me sitting on the chair, still breathing deeply.
"Hermione!" someone familiar cried. I turned to see Ginny hurrying quickly down the stairs, followed shortly by Ron and then Harry. She flung herself into my arms as I stood up and squeezed the life out of me. "Where were you? You were out all night…Hermione! You didn't! Please tell me you didn't! You slept with him didn't you?"
"Shh!" I very nearly screamed and pressed her head further into my chest. "Of course I didn't sleep with him you idiot." Ron and Harry looked too shocked to speak. Me, an obvious virgin, even discussing sex?
"I knew I shouldn't have left you alone with him! You can't seem to leave him alone!" Ginny cried loudly, pacing back and forth, her breathing heavy. "I mean you gave him a blowjob just because it was there!" I didn't even look at Ron and Harry.
"Ginny, stop it!" I hissed. No one else had heard her yet and I didn't want the whole Common Room knowing about my escapades.
"Oh, I should have stopped you-" CRASH! I flung a vase over her head and she crumpled to the floor, knocked out. Still, no one looked up from their busy lives. It really makes me feel comforted to know that I could have killed Ginny in the middle of the room, and still no one looks up.
"Hermione!" Ron cried, bending down to check her head. "You could have killed her! What the shit is the matter with you?"
"I'm sorry!" I gasped, clasping onto my chest. Three seconds later I was sobbing big, baby tears that wouldn't go away. Nothing I did could make them go away. I needed to make them stop, I wanted to go back. I didn't like who I was now. I didn't like what he's reduced me to. "I'll be right back…" I left the Common Room, unsure of where I was going. My feet were dragging me somewhere, I didn't know where, that would help me through this mess I've put myself into. It didn't occur to me that I may end up at Dumbledore's office with tears in my eyes and a plan formulated in my head. "Lemon Drop," I offered and it sprung apart instantly. Anyone who takes even a moment to think knows that his passwords change every seventeen days and have a certain pattern. I did some quick math and saw that today would have to be Lemon Drop. Yes, I'm that good.
The stairs carried me up around the sloping walls. Once inside, on solid ground, I saw a large office. Shelves filled with crap lined the walls, large windows behind a giant desk. A man with silvery white hair and a matching beard was scratching himself notes on a roll of parchment.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I wondered when I'd get to see you this year," Dumbledore said kindly as soon as he felt me standing there. "Come sit down. Let's chat."
"Yes, sir," I said, obediently. I sat in a red velvet chair and was instantly handed a warm butterbeer. I took a sip of it, and nearly spit it out as I realized my stomach was too jittery to take anything in. "I need to ask you about something."
"Anything," Dumbledore answered promptly.
"I need you take some things away from me," I said, my voice beginning to shake. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows but didn't speak. "I've done some really stupid things this year and I don't want to have to think about them anymore…I'm asking you to take my memories and place them in a pensive." There was a polite silence. "Also, I've just slammed a vase over Ginny Weasley's head so Harry, Ron, and she need the same memories taken away also…Oh! And I just said something to Snape that would probably be best is he forgot it."
"Miss Granger, this is a huge request from an old man," Dumbledore said softly. I nodded once and felt tears in my eyes.
"I just don't know what else to do," I said, feeling a sob coming back. "I've made a lot of mistakes and I can't do it anymore. I'm always on edge, I lie to my friends, I've grown apart from my friends, even! I don't know who Harry and Ron are anymore. My school work has suffered considerably and I just nearly killed my best friend!" Once again there was a polite silence.
"If this is what you want-" Dumbledore began. My head shot up, my eyes hopeful. "I think that maybe we can do something for you. Of course, if you told the Ministry we'd both be shipped off to a few years in Azkaban."
"I promise I wont tell anyone," I said instantly. "I won't even remember, right? Do we need to ask them?" Dumbledore shook his head once.
"Right," Dumbledore said, heaving himself up. "I'm going to call your friends here first, then after you leave, I'll call Severus." My cheeks flamed up.
"Can I ask you a question, sir?" I asked. Dumbledore glanced at me as though he already knew the answer. "Why did Snape get his memories taken away?"
"I daresay the same reasons as you, am I correct?" Dumbledore replied. I didn't answer and just stared down at my hands for a long moment. We waited in silence and then suddenly I heard voices.
"…don't know why! Maybe something happened with Voldemort and we needed to go over a plan or something!" Harry was saying, sounding nervous.
"Maybe something happened with dad?" Ron asked nervously.
"Then why would they call Harry, Ron?" Ginny snapped.
"Maybe he saw it happen again!" Ron cried.
"I think I would tell you if I saw your father being attacked, you big dumb retard," Harry snapped and the doors slid open. The three of them looked shocked when they saw me sitting there. "Hermione." Ginny and Ron glared at me and I just managed a small smile back.
"You've all been called here for a very important reason," Dumbledore said, his eyes looking heavy. "I'm going to put all four of you to sleep and extract some memories. Any problems?" Everyone shook their heads no. "Alright, Mr. Potter, you're first." Harry lay down on the couch and his memories were zapped out of his head with the force of a vacuum. His eyes fluttered and he stayed sleeping. "Mr. Weasley?" Ron and Ginny were the same. Finally, it was my turn. "Miss Granger," Dumbledore said kindly. I smiled and sat down on the chair, waited and felt as though my brain was doing the cha-cha. My eyes fluttered as I felt myself being tugged from my sleep. Things were going away, I couldn't remember yesterday…I couldn't remember-
There was a bright light being shone into my eyes. What the-? I sat up and glanced around the room, only to see I was placed in the Hospital Wing.
"Ouch!" someone, in the next bed, gasped. I saw some red hair and smiled as Ginny came into view. My head was pounding with such a force it nearly knocked me out again. "Holy fuck!" she swore, clasping her hands onto her head.
"Ginny?" I asked, knowing it was her. "Where are we?"
"I'm going to say the Hospital Wing," Harry said sarcastically from the bed next to Ginny's. "That's just my guess though. Although I have been in here at least twenty-eight times already, at least."
"Who the hell is being loud at this hour?" Ron snapped. I turned to my right to see him sleeping, his pillow curled tightly in his arms.
"Ron, do you know what happened?" I asked, feeling as though something in my head was missing. I couldn't remember what happened…All I remember was I was going to sleep and I had Potions first thing the next morning…
"No," Ron snapped, his eyes still clenched shut.
"Ah," Dumbledore cried from the doorway. "Up, I see?"
"Yes, sir," Harry answered, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Do you know what happened?"
"I believe that a bad case of memory removal was placed into your goblets," Dumbledore said. I frowned in thought. "No need to fear, you four have just missed the last six months of your life." Everyone looked as though that were something to fear.
"Six months!" I cried. "How could I have missed six months?" Oh, god. I'm having a heart attack…this is what it feels like….
"Don't worry," Dumbledore said. "We'll have you caught up soon enough."
Four hours later we were allowed to leave the hospital wing and wander around the school before going to class the next day. Something wasn't right about Dumbledore's explanation. He didn't even seem worried about who was trying to make us stupid.
"I'm going to eat," Ron finally said. "I'm fricking starved. Anyone in?"
"Me," Ginny said, she turned to me with a smile. "Are you going to be alright?"
"Me? I'm fine. I think I'm going to go for a walk…" I said, frowning.
"Well, I'm starved," Harry exclaimed. "Let's go. Hermione, we'll meet later and see how much homework we have to do?"
"Sure," I said and watched them leave. I let out a sigh and walked down the hall. Something wasn't right about what had happened. First of all, those three are the dumbest idiots I have ever met in my entire life. They can't even tell something is off? Plus, they totally took the whole memory removal potion with a nod and a shrug as though it happens every day.
My shoulder knocked into someone's. "Sorry," I gasped, looking up to see Snape standing there.
A/N SHORT, I KNOW! YOU NEED TO JUST STICK WITH ME. I AM UNDER A LOT OF STRESS, SO THIS WAS THE BEST I COULD DO. I'M SORRY! BUT I PROMISE IF YOU ARE PATIENT AND KIND IN YOUR REVIEWS, YOU WILL BE GETTING THE LONGEST CHAPTER EVER. EVERYTHING WILL BE REVEALED AND SOMETHING HUGE WILL HAPPEN! I AM TALKING HUGE! I KNOW I PROMISED ABOUT Snape'S MEMORIES, BUT SOMETHING CAME UP AND I WAS REALLY STRESSED THIS WEEK. JUST GIVE ME SOME TIME AND I GAURETEE YOU WILL LOVE THE NEXT CHAPTER! IT WILL BE SO LONG YOU NEED TO CALL IN SICK TO READ IT. I PROMISE….THANK YOU.