Hermione groaned as she got up from bed. She didn't want to wake up this
morning. Not without Severus to wait for her at breakfast. Slowly, she got
up, dressed, and went down to breakfast. She noticed the sudden hush as she
entered, but she ignored it and, trying her hardest not to look at the
teacher's table, she sat down between Harry and Ron. Ron was looking
awkward like he felt as if Hermione was a bomb about to go off at any
moment. Harry, though, put his arm around her shoulders in a comforting way
for only a second, then let go.
Hermione dreaded going to classes again. Especially potions. She didn't want to see Snape. Finally she dared look up at the teacher's table. She saw Snape glaring around the room at any student that looked at his direction. They accidentally made eye contact, and instead of the soft, deep eyes full of love that she was used to, they were cold, hard and filled with hate. Hermione looked away as her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't do this. She really couldn't do this. She was about to run out of the Great Hall, but before she could even rise, she felt a warm arm around her shoulders and not long after another arm hugging her waist. She looked up to see Harry looking at her with concern and on the other side of her Ron had put his arm around her waist.
"Are you going to be okay?" Harry asked her. She nodded. The she hugged them closer.
"I don't know what I would do without you two," she whispered to them.
"Probably read a book," Ron said jokingly.
Hermione gave a weak laugh. Then she sniffed back her tears and let go of her two friends. "Thank you."
They nodded and then continued with their breakfast. Hermione tried to eat something, but only managed a piece of toast before they had to go to potions. She got up slowly and walked almost just as slow out and down to the dungeons. Harry and Ron both walked at her sides and every so often they would take her hand and give it a quick squeeze for comfort and then let go.
When they got inside, they sat at the very back in a corner that no one usually sat. The classroom was already full, so it wasn't very long before Professor Snape walked in. His eyes scanned the room with a snarl on his face.
"The rules stay the same!" he barked, "Though I was taken ill for about a month, nothing has changed. We are going to work on a depression potion that helps people deal with depression, obviously. SO GET OUT YOUR SUPPLIES!"
Everyone quickly got out their books and looked at what ingredients they needed for the potion. Then they got what they needed, set their cauldrons on their desk, and waited for further instructions.
"You will all have this potion done within half an hour of the end of class. Then I will use a depression curse on you and we will test out how you did. Get started!"
There was a mad rush as everyone began to make the potion. Everyone, that is, except Hermione. She was going slowing. She felt week from the tears that had formed in her eyes. She tried to go faster, but it was no good. She tried to get a hold on herself and was about to begin again, when a dark figure was moved in front of her.
"May I ask, Miss Granger, why you have not started on your potion yet?" Snape asked her in a dangerous voice.
She didn't look up. She didn't want him to see the tears in her eyes. She just looked at her shoes.
"Answer me, Granger!" Snape hissed.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it and shook her head 'no'.
"Get started on your potion! You are to have it done in fifteen minutes or you will receive detention."
She began to get her ingredients ready. She sighed as Snape walked away.
Fifteen minutes later, she had the potion done. Barely. She was just added in the last ingredient when Snape walked towards her. He looked into her cauldron and snarled at the golden yellow potion inside.
"It looks right, but let's see if it works," he lifted his wand to her, "Depressiano," he said sharply.
Hermione had already been feeling depressed, so with this spell, it became unbearable. She started bawling. She felt like someone was squeezing her stomach, she couldn't breathe from crying so hard. She felt like she just wanted to die on the spot. She had never felt such intense pain. It wasn't physical, but she felt like everyone hated her. No one cared.
Suddenly there was a glass shoved up to her face. It was a glass full of the potion she had just made and thinking of the potion made her think of Severus. This made her cry harder and she couldn't drink the potion.
Snape was glaring at her. Why wouldn't she take the potion? He hadn't used that strong of a depression spell on her. Finally he turned to Harry.
"Potter, give your pathetic friend the potion!" he commanded.
Harry jumped and took the cup from him. He went quickly to Hermione's side.
"Hermione, take this potion," he whispered to her soothingly.
"No," she said between her sobs, "why should I? Nobody cares about me. Nobody cares that I don't have the one I love anymore. All people want is for me to go curl up in a corner and die!"
Harry glared at Snape, who snarled back.
"I care, Hermione," Harry said so only she could here, "I said I'll help you through this and I will. Now take the potion. You'll feel better when you do."
Hermione shook her head again. "You don't care. You're just giving me this to make me stop all the noise I'm making and because Snape told you to. I don't want to take the potion. I can't do anything right so it might poison me. You would like that though, wouldn't you? Everyone would be better off without me." Hermione cried harder.
"Hermione, believe me. I don't want you to die. You're my best friend. I could never let anything bad happen to you. You are the best witch I have ever known. You do everything right. This potion is perfect. If you want me to, I'll take some of it first so you know that it's alright. Hermione, take the potion. Please?"
Hermione tried not to listen to him. She thought these were all lies, yet something in his voice told her, it was the truth.
She took the glass and quickly felt better, though not entirely. She still had the sadness she had started the day with. It didn't improve when Snape started talking.
"Now that you have finally gotten control of yourself, Miss Granger, go help Mr. Longbottom. He seems to be as hopeless with potions as you are at defending yourself against the Depression Curse!"
Harry glared hard at Snape, "Leave her alone!" he yelled suddenly.
"What was that, Potter?" Snape yelled back.
"I said leave Hermione alone! She didn't ask you to put that curse on her! Couldn't you tell she is depressed enough?!" Harry yelled at Snape.
The whole classroom was silent. Snape was glowering.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor and you will see me after classes for detention! That is enough out of you, Potter!"
"He was just standing up for Hermione!" Ron suddenly screamed.
"Thirty more points from Gryffindor! You will join this valiant protector in detention, Mr. Weasley!"
Ron glared. Hermione looked back and forth from the Professor to her best friends. They were getting into trouble just because of her. Anger for Snape suddenly welled up inside her. This added to her sadness. It felt like so much pressure building up inside her, that she suddenly burst out;
"DAMN YOU, SEVERUS!" she yelled, then ran from the dungeon tears starting to run down her cheeks.
Everyone in the classroom stood stunned in place. Ron and Harry stayed put. There was nothing they could do.
***
Hermione ran to the Gryffindor tower and into her dormitory. She collapsed on her bed and began to cry. She missed Severus so much. She continued to cry until she fell asleep. She wasn't thinking about classes at the moment.
It was about an hour later when Harry knocked on the door. It was after potions class and he had been heading to the Transfiguration classroom when he had decided to check up on her. When he got no answer to his knock, he opened the door and looked in to see Hermione spread out on her bed, fast asleep. Ron looked in from behind him.
"Reckon we should wake her up?" Ron inquired.
Harry shook head. "I think we should let her sleep. We're only doing reviews all day, so she knows everything we're gonna do in class. Let's go."
They closed the door silently to the sleeping girl, and walked to their next class.
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Hermione dreaded going to classes again. Especially potions. She didn't want to see Snape. Finally she dared look up at the teacher's table. She saw Snape glaring around the room at any student that looked at his direction. They accidentally made eye contact, and instead of the soft, deep eyes full of love that she was used to, they were cold, hard and filled with hate. Hermione looked away as her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't do this. She really couldn't do this. She was about to run out of the Great Hall, but before she could even rise, she felt a warm arm around her shoulders and not long after another arm hugging her waist. She looked up to see Harry looking at her with concern and on the other side of her Ron had put his arm around her waist.
"Are you going to be okay?" Harry asked her. She nodded. The she hugged them closer.
"I don't know what I would do without you two," she whispered to them.
"Probably read a book," Ron said jokingly.
Hermione gave a weak laugh. Then she sniffed back her tears and let go of her two friends. "Thank you."
They nodded and then continued with their breakfast. Hermione tried to eat something, but only managed a piece of toast before they had to go to potions. She got up slowly and walked almost just as slow out and down to the dungeons. Harry and Ron both walked at her sides and every so often they would take her hand and give it a quick squeeze for comfort and then let go.
When they got inside, they sat at the very back in a corner that no one usually sat. The classroom was already full, so it wasn't very long before Professor Snape walked in. His eyes scanned the room with a snarl on his face.
"The rules stay the same!" he barked, "Though I was taken ill for about a month, nothing has changed. We are going to work on a depression potion that helps people deal with depression, obviously. SO GET OUT YOUR SUPPLIES!"
Everyone quickly got out their books and looked at what ingredients they needed for the potion. Then they got what they needed, set their cauldrons on their desk, and waited for further instructions.
"You will all have this potion done within half an hour of the end of class. Then I will use a depression curse on you and we will test out how you did. Get started!"
There was a mad rush as everyone began to make the potion. Everyone, that is, except Hermione. She was going slowing. She felt week from the tears that had formed in her eyes. She tried to go faster, but it was no good. She tried to get a hold on herself and was about to begin again, when a dark figure was moved in front of her.
"May I ask, Miss Granger, why you have not started on your potion yet?" Snape asked her in a dangerous voice.
She didn't look up. She didn't want him to see the tears in her eyes. She just looked at her shoes.
"Answer me, Granger!" Snape hissed.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it and shook her head 'no'.
"Get started on your potion! You are to have it done in fifteen minutes or you will receive detention."
She began to get her ingredients ready. She sighed as Snape walked away.
Fifteen minutes later, she had the potion done. Barely. She was just added in the last ingredient when Snape walked towards her. He looked into her cauldron and snarled at the golden yellow potion inside.
"It looks right, but let's see if it works," he lifted his wand to her, "Depressiano," he said sharply.
Hermione had already been feeling depressed, so with this spell, it became unbearable. She started bawling. She felt like someone was squeezing her stomach, she couldn't breathe from crying so hard. She felt like she just wanted to die on the spot. She had never felt such intense pain. It wasn't physical, but she felt like everyone hated her. No one cared.
Suddenly there was a glass shoved up to her face. It was a glass full of the potion she had just made and thinking of the potion made her think of Severus. This made her cry harder and she couldn't drink the potion.
Snape was glaring at her. Why wouldn't she take the potion? He hadn't used that strong of a depression spell on her. Finally he turned to Harry.
"Potter, give your pathetic friend the potion!" he commanded.
Harry jumped and took the cup from him. He went quickly to Hermione's side.
"Hermione, take this potion," he whispered to her soothingly.
"No," she said between her sobs, "why should I? Nobody cares about me. Nobody cares that I don't have the one I love anymore. All people want is for me to go curl up in a corner and die!"
Harry glared at Snape, who snarled back.
"I care, Hermione," Harry said so only she could here, "I said I'll help you through this and I will. Now take the potion. You'll feel better when you do."
Hermione shook her head again. "You don't care. You're just giving me this to make me stop all the noise I'm making and because Snape told you to. I don't want to take the potion. I can't do anything right so it might poison me. You would like that though, wouldn't you? Everyone would be better off without me." Hermione cried harder.
"Hermione, believe me. I don't want you to die. You're my best friend. I could never let anything bad happen to you. You are the best witch I have ever known. You do everything right. This potion is perfect. If you want me to, I'll take some of it first so you know that it's alright. Hermione, take the potion. Please?"
Hermione tried not to listen to him. She thought these were all lies, yet something in his voice told her, it was the truth.
She took the glass and quickly felt better, though not entirely. She still had the sadness she had started the day with. It didn't improve when Snape started talking.
"Now that you have finally gotten control of yourself, Miss Granger, go help Mr. Longbottom. He seems to be as hopeless with potions as you are at defending yourself against the Depression Curse!"
Harry glared hard at Snape, "Leave her alone!" he yelled suddenly.
"What was that, Potter?" Snape yelled back.
"I said leave Hermione alone! She didn't ask you to put that curse on her! Couldn't you tell she is depressed enough?!" Harry yelled at Snape.
The whole classroom was silent. Snape was glowering.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor and you will see me after classes for detention! That is enough out of you, Potter!"
"He was just standing up for Hermione!" Ron suddenly screamed.
"Thirty more points from Gryffindor! You will join this valiant protector in detention, Mr. Weasley!"
Ron glared. Hermione looked back and forth from the Professor to her best friends. They were getting into trouble just because of her. Anger for Snape suddenly welled up inside her. This added to her sadness. It felt like so much pressure building up inside her, that she suddenly burst out;
"DAMN YOU, SEVERUS!" she yelled, then ran from the dungeon tears starting to run down her cheeks.
Everyone in the classroom stood stunned in place. Ron and Harry stayed put. There was nothing they could do.
***
Hermione ran to the Gryffindor tower and into her dormitory. She collapsed on her bed and began to cry. She missed Severus so much. She continued to cry until she fell asleep. She wasn't thinking about classes at the moment.
It was about an hour later when Harry knocked on the door. It was after potions class and he had been heading to the Transfiguration classroom when he had decided to check up on her. When he got no answer to his knock, he opened the door and looked in to see Hermione spread out on her bed, fast asleep. Ron looked in from behind him.
"Reckon we should wake her up?" Ron inquired.
Harry shook head. "I think we should let her sleep. We're only doing reviews all day, so she knows everything we're gonna do in class. Let's go."
They closed the door silently to the sleeping girl, and walked to their next class.
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I really hoped you liked it! I'm sorry if they were a bit OOC! I'm also sorry if it seems like I'm rushing the story, but I really want to get to *DUM DUM DUM!* THE SCENE! Sorry. Please R/R!