Characters: JK Story: Me Snape does some soul searching and decides not to let her chase him away.
He'd made it about three steps from her door when he realized that he had once again put his foot in it. If anything this was far worse than the last time. He knew what Ron had made her do and yet he had basically told her that he was prepared to do the same thing. Was that even true?
He had always thought that he didn't want to become a father. When asked, and someone always asked he said that spending every day surrounded by hundreds of children was enough for him. He knew though that his reasons went far deeper than that. He was afraid of turning into his father, an abusive lech. And when he really thought about it, he supposed that he felt like he didn't deserve the love and happiness that having a family was supposed to come with.
He hurried to his room; this wasn't going to be fixed if he waited until the next day. He grabbed a bottle of the contraceptive potion from his store room. Clutching it tightly he nearly ran back to her room, letting himself in with the password she'd given him.
She was not in the living room any more and what concerned him more was that the books they had knocked down in their earlier passionate exchange were still on the floor. She would have to be extremely distraught to leave her books like that. He opened the door to her bedroom quietly.
She was curled up on the be, not even covering herself with a blanket. Clutched to her tightly was the pillow he'd been sleeping on that morning. It was only five hours ago that they'd been so happy and content, until he had ruined it. He could tell she'd cried herself to sleep, and knew that she wouldn't be happy if he saw her like that. With that thought in mind he left her to sleep.
He needed to keep busy but he refused to leave her rooms. The first thing he decided to do was put the books back, paying special attention to how they'd been organized. When that was done he continued the perusal of her shelves that he'd started earlier. He paused when he came to a row of books that weren't labeled. Curious he pulled one out and discovered that they were photo albums.
He knew he probably should ask before looking through them but he wanted to know more about her. He took several to the sofa where he sat down and began to flip through them. The books appeared to be of her later school years, pictures of her, Harry and Ron, her and the girl Weasley, and parchments that she'd gotten exceptional marks on. He even found one written for his class. "Better than the dunderheads in this class but that's not saying much." Wow, he really had been a git. He was halfway through the second album when he fell asleep. That was exactly how Hermione found him the next morning.
