Hermione went down to Snape's office at 10:30 that night. She had been stopped by Professor McGonagall on her way there. Hermione lied and said that she was going down to get information for her Potions assignment. Professor McGonagall allowed her to go down, although very confused on why she was going down this late.
She arrived at the office and knocked on the door. She didn't wait for a response before she opened the door. She stopped and gaped at Snape.
"I thought you'd at least have some common sense to wait for an answer before opening the door. I can't even chance my clothing in my office in piece anymore," he said, buttoning his pajama pants.
"I...I...I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't know."
"It's alright. Come, have a seat," They sat down on his four poster. "What would you like to talk about?"
"About your meeting with Mr. Malfoy. Is he mad at me? Will he do anything to me?"
"He doesn't know you did it," Snape said.
"You didn't tell him that I did it?" Hermione gasped in shock.
"I told him exactly what happened, but I didn't tell him that you were the student that had done the incident," he said.
"You're a doll," she said, giving him a hug. "So just out of curiosity, who did you point the blame to exactly?" She asked, turning and facing him on the bed.
"I blamed both myself and Draco. Lucious was upset, but I think he took it well."
"What did he do?"
"He let Draco Live, and he's disowning him."
"What?" Hermione asked in disbelief. "Why would he do that?"
"It's just his belief, I guess. I don't really want to interfere with his life, and neither should you."
Hermione nodded. She understood then to drop the subject. They talked about other things.
It was about 2:00 a.m. before either of them became tired. Hermione just stayed in his office for the night.
She arrived at the office and knocked on the door. She didn't wait for a response before she opened the door. She stopped and gaped at Snape.
"I thought you'd at least have some common sense to wait for an answer before opening the door. I can't even chance my clothing in my office in piece anymore," he said, buttoning his pajama pants.
"I...I...I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't know."
"It's alright. Come, have a seat," They sat down on his four poster. "What would you like to talk about?"
"About your meeting with Mr. Malfoy. Is he mad at me? Will he do anything to me?"
"He doesn't know you did it," Snape said.
"You didn't tell him that I did it?" Hermione gasped in shock.
"I told him exactly what happened, but I didn't tell him that you were the student that had done the incident," he said.
"You're a doll," she said, giving him a hug. "So just out of curiosity, who did you point the blame to exactly?" She asked, turning and facing him on the bed.
"I blamed both myself and Draco. Lucious was upset, but I think he took it well."
"What did he do?"
"He let Draco Live, and he's disowning him."
"What?" Hermione asked in disbelief. "Why would he do that?"
"It's just his belief, I guess. I don't really want to interfere with his life, and neither should you."
Hermione nodded. She understood then to drop the subject. They talked about other things.
It was about 2:00 a.m. before either of them became tired. Hermione just stayed in his office for the night.