"Severus is there anything else?" Dumbledore said.
"No. Headmaster, what should I do? What should I tell them?" Snape said.
"Tell them enough to keep them from being suspicious of where your loyalties lie."
"Do you truly think that is wise?"
"It's the only thing we can do at this time."
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She sat alone in the library. There were very few other students in the library these days. Hermione had concluded that since Voldemort was rising to power again, the other students didn't think that studying was worth their time.
She was glad that there weren't many others though, it meant she wouldn't be bothered. She had finally began to focus on the book she was reading when some one grabbed her from behind.
It was Harry.
"Hermione, please tell me what's been going on with you lately." Harry pleaded.
"Nothing Harry, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Really I will."
"I don't think so, Hermione."
"Well you're wrong. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just stressed about O.W.L.S. "
She gathered her things and got up.
He knew that she would deny the possibility of anything being wrong so he came prepared. He pulled the little piece of parchment out of his pocket.
She began to walk away from him.
"Words hurt, Even more than slit wrists."
She stopped dead in her tracks when he spoke. She knew exactly what he had, but didn't know where he got it. She turned around quick as lightning.
"Where did you get that?" She asked with rage in her voice.
"It doesn't matter where I got it, what really matters is why you wrote it."
She was so angry she couldn't look at him, so she stared at the ground while speaking.
"I don't know why. Just give it here."
She looked up at him and he thought she was going to rip him to pieces. But he didn't answer her; he merely looked at her, not knowing what to do, what to say.
"Fine!" She yelled "Just keep it, and while you're at it, why don't you share it with everyone."
She stormed out of the library and ran outside. When she got there, she sat in the grass and stared at the lake's smooth surface.
"Where did he get it?" She said aloud.
"I found it."
She turned to see Harry behind her. She looked back at the lake and didn't say a word.
He had followed her. He had kept a safe distance between him and her to keep suspicion down.
Now he saw that she was really truly hurting for whatever reason it would've been. So he sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. It was a sign of comfort, of caring.
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Draco flipped through the pages of the little book, taking in the poetry that was written inside of it. He connected with what was written. He wanted to know who had written in the book. He needed to know.
Crabbe and Goyle came into the room where Draco lie reading through the mysterious book. Without saying a word Draco got up and left the Slytherin boys' dorm room and slipped out their portrait hole before Crabbe and Goyle could follow him.
He had been putting much distance between him and the other Slytherins. He himself didn't know why, but the presence of Crabbe and Goyle didn't appeal like it used to. He loathed trying to get through a meal with them by his side. So he kept a distance between them.
He walked outside. He wandered around the grounds for a bit until he saw them sitting together. He saw that she had been upset and that he was comforting her.
"Damn that Potter." He muttered underneath his breath. "He always has to be the hero. He can't ever just back off? He always has to save the day." He looked at them with disgust upon his pale face.
When Draco was thoroughly sickened he turned and left. Going back inside the Hogwarts Castle.
"No. Headmaster, what should I do? What should I tell them?" Snape said.
"Tell them enough to keep them from being suspicious of where your loyalties lie."
"Do you truly think that is wise?"
"It's the only thing we can do at this time."
```````````````````
She sat alone in the library. There were very few other students in the library these days. Hermione had concluded that since Voldemort was rising to power again, the other students didn't think that studying was worth their time.
She was glad that there weren't many others though, it meant she wouldn't be bothered. She had finally began to focus on the book she was reading when some one grabbed her from behind.
It was Harry.
"Hermione, please tell me what's been going on with you lately." Harry pleaded.
"Nothing Harry, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Really I will."
"I don't think so, Hermione."
"Well you're wrong. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just stressed about O.W.L.S. "
She gathered her things and got up.
He knew that she would deny the possibility of anything being wrong so he came prepared. He pulled the little piece of parchment out of his pocket.
She began to walk away from him.
"Words hurt, Even more than slit wrists."
She stopped dead in her tracks when he spoke. She knew exactly what he had, but didn't know where he got it. She turned around quick as lightning.
"Where did you get that?" She asked with rage in her voice.
"It doesn't matter where I got it, what really matters is why you wrote it."
She was so angry she couldn't look at him, so she stared at the ground while speaking.
"I don't know why. Just give it here."
She looked up at him and he thought she was going to rip him to pieces. But he didn't answer her; he merely looked at her, not knowing what to do, what to say.
"Fine!" She yelled "Just keep it, and while you're at it, why don't you share it with everyone."
She stormed out of the library and ran outside. When she got there, she sat in the grass and stared at the lake's smooth surface.
"Where did he get it?" She said aloud.
"I found it."
She turned to see Harry behind her. She looked back at the lake and didn't say a word.
He had followed her. He had kept a safe distance between him and her to keep suspicion down.
Now he saw that she was really truly hurting for whatever reason it would've been. So he sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. It was a sign of comfort, of caring.
````````````````````
Draco flipped through the pages of the little book, taking in the poetry that was written inside of it. He connected with what was written. He wanted to know who had written in the book. He needed to know.
Crabbe and Goyle came into the room where Draco lie reading through the mysterious book. Without saying a word Draco got up and left the Slytherin boys' dorm room and slipped out their portrait hole before Crabbe and Goyle could follow him.
He had been putting much distance between him and the other Slytherins. He himself didn't know why, but the presence of Crabbe and Goyle didn't appeal like it used to. He loathed trying to get through a meal with them by his side. So he kept a distance between them.
He walked outside. He wandered around the grounds for a bit until he saw them sitting together. He saw that she had been upset and that he was comforting her.
"Damn that Potter." He muttered underneath his breath. "He always has to be the hero. He can't ever just back off? He always has to save the day." He looked at them with disgust upon his pale face.
When Draco was thoroughly sickened he turned and left. Going back inside the Hogwarts Castle.