_Well here it is, chapter 5. Hope you like it._
_Disclaimer:none of the charcters are mine, they all belong to J.K. Rowling as you already know._
Death
"You did what!?" telling Ron about Hermione's encounter with Snape, without him blowing up, was rather hard.
"I, um hit him," Hermione looked at her feet and began to talk to her shoes, "I just totally flipped, you know saw red and just hit him."
"Herm, you sure do have guts. So when are you gonna get expelled then? It's either that or a life time of detention."
"Well, I think Dumbledore has had a word with him as he has only given me a detention for tonight. And, would you believe it, he actually apologised to me this morning."
"One detention? That is not nat- wait a minute, rewind. Snape apologised to you? To one of the dreaded Gryffindors? To the school's genius in residence?"
"Yeah, weird I know, that's why I think Dumbledore had a word with him. I mean can you honestly imagine Snape apologising freely to any student?"
"Man, that's weird!" exclaimed Ron
"Tell me about it. Do you know what I said to that though? I actually told him that it 'damn well wasn't fine' God when will Neville learn not to make Potions that render the drinker totally unable to lie!?"
"Sorry?"
"Well, the Potion that Neville made in that test was in fact a very long lasting Truth Potion, it's also very powerful."
"So you mean if I asked you any question you'd *have* to tell me the truth?"
"Yes, but please don't ask anything that I really wouldn't want you to know about okay, else I'll kill you."
"Gosh Herm, that's a bit harsh isn't it? Anyway I wouldn't ask you anything right now because you might not want me to know."
"Thanks Ron, that's nice of you I just hope Snape doesn't ask anything that might cause a little embarrassment."
"What kind of questions?"
"Well you know the usual, what on earth were you doing out of bed at night, that kind of thing."
"You mean he didn't ask you that last night?"
"Well he did ask me it but I just about managed to lie, not too sure how though, because after that I couldn't stop myself from telling the truth," glancing at her watch, Hermione told Ron, "come on we'd better get outside else we'll be late for Care of magical Creatures."
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"Come in!" resting his head in his hands Snape looked the perfect example of a stressed teacher. Wishing that water with crushed ginseng root, and a powdered milfoil leaf was a better cure for a headache, Snape looked up at Hermione as she came in and told her what she had to do.
"You're to skin those kraits and then make a simple Shrinking Potion, once you've done those tasks and have tidied up after yourself, you may go but not until then, understood!?"
"Yes, Professor." glaring at him Hermione sat at the table where the knife and kraits lay and began to skin the brightly coloured snakes.
"What were you doing last night!?" barked Snape after a few minutes silence
"I- I was taking a walk like I told you." like the night before Hermione struggled to make out the words.
"No you weren't! Tell me what you were doing girl! I don't suppose it had anything to do with Malfoy's, let's say predicament, this morning was it?"
"No."
"If it wasn't then why are you nodding your head!?" (A/N that often happens to me, I say 'no', but nod!)
"Because I did have something to do with it!" cursing Neville for inadvertantly making the Truth Potion Hermione looked away from Snape's glare.
"Who else!?" hiding his amusement was usually an easy feat for Snape but he was having trouble stopping himself grinning.
"Ron." Hermione just hoped that Ron didn't mind the fact that he was, in all probability, going to get a detention also
"Well, Mr. Weasley will also be having a detention sometime this week, and he has you to thank for that, just like Potter's death," hoping to get Hermione to talk about Harry's death, Snape opted for his approach last night, as it certainly got a reaction. (A/N okay, so it's because I can't be bothered to think up another little ploy to get Herm to talk!) Seeing that Hermione had gritted her teeth and was trying to block him out Snape continued, "after all it *was* your fault that Potter died, was it not?" hoping that Hermione wouldn't hit him this time, Snape watched her eyes for any flicker of emotion.
"I see absolutely no reason why Harry's death was my fault. Unless of course you want to tell me why?"
"The thought that perhaps Potter killed himself just to get away never crossed your mind then? That perhaps he was just after a way to get away from an annoying girl who continually got on his nerves and incessantly whined. That thought never occured to you then?"
"No, that never really did actually, but perhaps he was getting away not from me but you. I mean you did, practically make his life a misery here, and did after all, accuse his god father of being the worst kind of criminal when he was totally innocent, you were prejudiced against him on the grounds of who his father was. You still think he was trying to get away from me?"
"Yes I still do, because didn't he and Weasley once think that you were a nightmare? Didn't they? And actually sympathised with anyone who couldn't stand you. Because Miss Granger you have that strange talent of making people either put up with you or just hate you outright, as Potter and Weasley did."
"If I have that so called 'talent', then you most definitely have it. At least three quarters of this school despises you."
"The same three quarters that hate you? Or so just a quarter of the school hate you?The quarter that hated Potter as well?" Tears streamed down Hermione's face as she ducked her head to carry on skinning the snakes, "Most of the school, like the wizarding community and you, seem to think that Potter was some kind of hero when all he really was, was a nosy meddling boy, who couldn't do anything without catching the attention of all of the wizarding population."
"It wasn't like that at all! Harry hated all of the attention he got! How would you like to be scrutinised day and night whether you like it or not? How would you like it!?" screaming at him, Hermione stood up so that she was on the same level as Snape was.
"Oh please, Potter was a snivelling little med-" Snape stopped speaking as the knife that Hermione was using came flying at him and hit nim in the leg.
"Stop it! Stop, stop, stop!" covering her ears with her hands Hermione launched herself at Snape and scratched him from the eyes to the chin. Sobbing loudly Hermione slid on to the floor and proceeded to sob her heart out. Shocked at her outburst, and trying to ignore the pain in his leg Snape shuffled over to the fire place and threw in some sparkling powder, the fire flared brightly and then dimmed as the Headmasters kind face appeared in the middle of it.
"Is anything the matter Severus?" peering around Dumbledore saw Hermione and sighed, "I see." Moving away from the fireplace Snape made room for the Headmater to climb out of the fireplace. Striding over to the sobbing heap of clothes that was Hermione, Dumbledore gently picked Hermione up and walked out of the classroom motioning for Snape to follow him (A/N not sure how though, as he's holding Herm), wordlessly Snape followed Dumbledore to the hospital wing, too perplexed to speak.
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Oh WOW!! Now that chapter was better than chapter 3! Anyway if you thought it was a bit- well naff, then just review to tell me okay?
-x-Kylaia-x- *whispers 'review!'*
_Disclaimer:none of the charcters are mine, they all belong to J.K. Rowling as you already know._
Death
"You did what!?" telling Ron about Hermione's encounter with Snape, without him blowing up, was rather hard.
"I, um hit him," Hermione looked at her feet and began to talk to her shoes, "I just totally flipped, you know saw red and just hit him."
"Herm, you sure do have guts. So when are you gonna get expelled then? It's either that or a life time of detention."
"Well, I think Dumbledore has had a word with him as he has only given me a detention for tonight. And, would you believe it, he actually apologised to me this morning."
"One detention? That is not nat- wait a minute, rewind. Snape apologised to you? To one of the dreaded Gryffindors? To the school's genius in residence?"
"Yeah, weird I know, that's why I think Dumbledore had a word with him. I mean can you honestly imagine Snape apologising freely to any student?"
"Man, that's weird!" exclaimed Ron
"Tell me about it. Do you know what I said to that though? I actually told him that it 'damn well wasn't fine' God when will Neville learn not to make Potions that render the drinker totally unable to lie!?"
"Sorry?"
"Well, the Potion that Neville made in that test was in fact a very long lasting Truth Potion, it's also very powerful."
"So you mean if I asked you any question you'd *have* to tell me the truth?"
"Yes, but please don't ask anything that I really wouldn't want you to know about okay, else I'll kill you."
"Gosh Herm, that's a bit harsh isn't it? Anyway I wouldn't ask you anything right now because you might not want me to know."
"Thanks Ron, that's nice of you I just hope Snape doesn't ask anything that might cause a little embarrassment."
"What kind of questions?"
"Well you know the usual, what on earth were you doing out of bed at night, that kind of thing."
"You mean he didn't ask you that last night?"
"Well he did ask me it but I just about managed to lie, not too sure how though, because after that I couldn't stop myself from telling the truth," glancing at her watch, Hermione told Ron, "come on we'd better get outside else we'll be late for Care of magical Creatures."
*****
"Come in!" resting his head in his hands Snape looked the perfect example of a stressed teacher. Wishing that water with crushed ginseng root, and a powdered milfoil leaf was a better cure for a headache, Snape looked up at Hermione as she came in and told her what she had to do.
"You're to skin those kraits and then make a simple Shrinking Potion, once you've done those tasks and have tidied up after yourself, you may go but not until then, understood!?"
"Yes, Professor." glaring at him Hermione sat at the table where the knife and kraits lay and began to skin the brightly coloured snakes.
"What were you doing last night!?" barked Snape after a few minutes silence
"I- I was taking a walk like I told you." like the night before Hermione struggled to make out the words.
"No you weren't! Tell me what you were doing girl! I don't suppose it had anything to do with Malfoy's, let's say predicament, this morning was it?"
"No."
"If it wasn't then why are you nodding your head!?" (A/N that often happens to me, I say 'no', but nod!)
"Because I did have something to do with it!" cursing Neville for inadvertantly making the Truth Potion Hermione looked away from Snape's glare.
"Who else!?" hiding his amusement was usually an easy feat for Snape but he was having trouble stopping himself grinning.
"Ron." Hermione just hoped that Ron didn't mind the fact that he was, in all probability, going to get a detention also
"Well, Mr. Weasley will also be having a detention sometime this week, and he has you to thank for that, just like Potter's death," hoping to get Hermione to talk about Harry's death, Snape opted for his approach last night, as it certainly got a reaction. (A/N okay, so it's because I can't be bothered to think up another little ploy to get Herm to talk!) Seeing that Hermione had gritted her teeth and was trying to block him out Snape continued, "after all it *was* your fault that Potter died, was it not?" hoping that Hermione wouldn't hit him this time, Snape watched her eyes for any flicker of emotion.
"I see absolutely no reason why Harry's death was my fault. Unless of course you want to tell me why?"
"The thought that perhaps Potter killed himself just to get away never crossed your mind then? That perhaps he was just after a way to get away from an annoying girl who continually got on his nerves and incessantly whined. That thought never occured to you then?"
"No, that never really did actually, but perhaps he was getting away not from me but you. I mean you did, practically make his life a misery here, and did after all, accuse his god father of being the worst kind of criminal when he was totally innocent, you were prejudiced against him on the grounds of who his father was. You still think he was trying to get away from me?"
"Yes I still do, because didn't he and Weasley once think that you were a nightmare? Didn't they? And actually sympathised with anyone who couldn't stand you. Because Miss Granger you have that strange talent of making people either put up with you or just hate you outright, as Potter and Weasley did."
"If I have that so called 'talent', then you most definitely have it. At least three quarters of this school despises you."
"The same three quarters that hate you? Or so just a quarter of the school hate you?The quarter that hated Potter as well?" Tears streamed down Hermione's face as she ducked her head to carry on skinning the snakes, "Most of the school, like the wizarding community and you, seem to think that Potter was some kind of hero when all he really was, was a nosy meddling boy, who couldn't do anything without catching the attention of all of the wizarding population."
"It wasn't like that at all! Harry hated all of the attention he got! How would you like to be scrutinised day and night whether you like it or not? How would you like it!?" screaming at him, Hermione stood up so that she was on the same level as Snape was.
"Oh please, Potter was a snivelling little med-" Snape stopped speaking as the knife that Hermione was using came flying at him and hit nim in the leg.
"Stop it! Stop, stop, stop!" covering her ears with her hands Hermione launched herself at Snape and scratched him from the eyes to the chin. Sobbing loudly Hermione slid on to the floor and proceeded to sob her heart out. Shocked at her outburst, and trying to ignore the pain in his leg Snape shuffled over to the fire place and threw in some sparkling powder, the fire flared brightly and then dimmed as the Headmasters kind face appeared in the middle of it.
"Is anything the matter Severus?" peering around Dumbledore saw Hermione and sighed, "I see." Moving away from the fireplace Snape made room for the Headmater to climb out of the fireplace. Striding over to the sobbing heap of clothes that was Hermione, Dumbledore gently picked Hermione up and walked out of the classroom motioning for Snape to follow him (A/N not sure how though, as he's holding Herm), wordlessly Snape followed Dumbledore to the hospital wing, too perplexed to speak.
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Oh WOW!! Now that chapter was better than chapter 3! Anyway if you thought it was a bit- well naff, then just review to tell me okay?
-x-Kylaia-x- *whispers 'review!'*