A Lesson
Four 100 word drabbles
"You were just a passing indulgence. Surely you didn't think I was in love with you?" Severus Snape sneered at a tearful Hermione Granger while standing on the Hogwarts grounds.
"But the things you said to me," she sobbed, "the promises you made . . ." "All pillow talk. It meant nothing. Get back to the castle. I have something I have to do and you've taken up enough of my time," Snape hissed, billowing into the darkness. Hermione watched him go, gulping air like a child. Suddenly, something inside her snapped, searing and hot. She wasn't a child anymore.
Snape spit out the Bezoar, sitting up. Thanks to an added charm, he survived Nagini's venom and the blood loss, but something felt very wrong.
"I knew you'd have a plan to save yourself from enemies," a cold voice said from the shadows.
A grim-faced Hermione appeared, gripping her wand, her brown eyes narrowed hatefully.
Snape blanched, then desperately drew his own wand.
He was too slow.
"Avada Kedavra!" Hermione screamed, killing him instantly.
She walked up to Snape's body, studying it.
"Too bad you didn't have a plan for jilted lovers, you bastard," she hissed, then turned, walking away.
Snape awoke on a hospital cot, Hermione pressing a cool rag to his head.
His death was a dream.
"Hermione," he rasped, relieved. "You've saved me."
Hermione's eyes were cold.
"No. I was killed then given a choice," she said softly, "of either going to Heaven or Hell because I killed you."
Hermione hissed, her tongue flicking out and her face taking on demonic proportions.
The room erupted into flame.
"I chose Hell to be with you, lover . . ."
Snape screamed as Hermione tilted him into a scalding cauldron, stabbing him repeatedly with a pitchfork.
"Forever!" she roared.
Snape awoke on a hospital cot, Hermione pressing a cool rag to his head.
Not again.
"Hermione," he gasped. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said."
Hermione's eyes were confused.
"What are you talking about?" she asked him.
"What I said to you on the grounds," Snape breathed, clasping her hand.
"You never said anything to me on the grounds. We just got you from the Shrieking Shack," she replied. "You're in the Infirmary."
Angel Second Class Alastor Moody looked toward Heaven and called, "I didn't pull a 'George Bailey' but it worked, Peter. Now what about my wings?"A/N: Merry Christmas, you old drafty castle! Merry Christmeas, you dank, damp, dismal dungeons! And Merry Christmas Mr. Potter! Lol. Merry Christmas to all of you as well. But really, can't you imagine Moody putting Snape through this to make him change his attitude? lol. Oh yeah.