Disclaimer: None, except Louisa Lucas, are my characters. I just like to
play with J.K.'s World, and make them do things, which never would have
happened otherwise.
Hermione Granger tossed and turned, as the world outside her bedposts slept soundly. Not even Mrs. Norris crept around the Hogwarts corridors, searching for students who were out after hours. Hermione let out an exhausted sigh, as she gave up trying to sleep. She sat up slowly, her dark, chocolate-brown eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness that surrounded her. A soft breeze whistled through the cracks of the Hogwarts walls, as the sixteen-year-olds mind drifted off. Hermione lent back against her bed head, her bushy brown hair resting on her shoulders. Her thoughts circled around her mind, but one stayed clear.
'Snape', she thought, 'He was acting so strange today?' Hermione sighed once more, and closed her eyes. Now wasn't the time to think of people. People like him. She shut her eyes, as a wave of exhaustion overpowered her, and drew into a deep sleep.
***
As the sun rose for a new day, the Potions Master awoke, his sheets twisted around his legs. He groaned into his pillow, and pulled himself off the bed.
'What day is it?' he thought, as he slipped off his pajamas, and into his Teaching Robes. 'Ah, yes. Thursday.' Severus paused as he glanced in the only mirror in his entire room. He looked awful- His eyes were a blotchy red, with tear-streaked marks down his cheeks. Had he been crying in his sleep? No, that was ridiculous. He didn't cry. But. Severus shook his head, and ran his long, thin fingers through his long hair, in a vague attempt to brush it. He rubbed his eyes and broke his gaze from the mirror, and stooped to gather his things in which he needed for his lessons in which he had to teach that day. He picked them up, and carried them out to the classroom, and left them on his desk, as he exited, his black robes sweeping along the floor.
***
Harry Potter glanced over at one of his best friends, Hermione.
"You all right, Hermione?" he asked. She has been particularly quiet that morning.
"Hm? Oh, yes, Harry, I'm fine" she grinned unconvincingly, and turned back to her toast. Harry looked over at Ron, his green eyes filled with curiosity. Ron shrugged, in a 'Don't worry about her- probably just on the rag' way. Harry raised an eyebrow, and stifled a laugh. Hermione's eyes slid over to them, but quickly shifted back to her breakfast.
The door of the Great Hall opened, and Severus Snape walked in slowly, and headed over to the Teacher's Table. Hermione's head sprung up, as she watched him, her eyes following his every move. She caught Ron's wide-eye, and let her head flop back to the table. Ron kicked Harry under the table, and motioned over at their female friend.
"I'm fine." Hermione muttered after a sip of her juice.
***
That blasted Gryffindor girl had been looking at him. He wasn't some statue to be goggled at! With a twisted scowl on his face, Severus sat down at the end of the table, next to Minerva McGonagall.
"Yule Ball is coming up, Severus. Any plans?" she asked politely, brushing a few crumbs from her face.
"No," he growled back. 'The anniversary of Louisa's death is coming up too', he thought to himself.
"I do wish you would cheer up- it's a lovely time of year!" Minerva continued. A silent sigh came from Severus, as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the noisy chatter the surrounded him.
-Louisa sat down in front of the burning fire, in the Slytherin Common Room. It was snowing frantically outside, and the Herbology Lesson had been canceled. Sparks crackled, as the young Severus sat down beside his friend. Where was Lucius? Oh, yes, he had told Severus that he wouldn't want to be seen with him, while he was hanging around with Louisa- he had said that she was "Not one of them". Severus grinned over at Louisa, as the fire reflected off her pale face, creating an almost eerie, yet. gorgeous, he decided, glow. Louisa turned to him, her light-brown hair flicking over her shoulder. As Severus searched for something to say, Louisa's arms were wrapped around his neck in a tight hug.
"Louisa?" he started, his eyes growing wide,
"Shh." she replied, her voice, as always, soft. Severus could feel her lips brushing against his neck as she spoke. Whether she knew, he didn't know, but it tickled the fires in his belly with so much emotion, he wondered if it was against the law-
TBC
***
A/N: Thanks to the very few people who reviewed. But I appreciate all feedback! I hope you like this chapter. My stepbrother was looking over my shoulder as I was typing, so it's probably not the best of my work. But I hope you like it, anyway! Please review!!
Hermione Granger tossed and turned, as the world outside her bedposts slept soundly. Not even Mrs. Norris crept around the Hogwarts corridors, searching for students who were out after hours. Hermione let out an exhausted sigh, as she gave up trying to sleep. She sat up slowly, her dark, chocolate-brown eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness that surrounded her. A soft breeze whistled through the cracks of the Hogwarts walls, as the sixteen-year-olds mind drifted off. Hermione lent back against her bed head, her bushy brown hair resting on her shoulders. Her thoughts circled around her mind, but one stayed clear.
'Snape', she thought, 'He was acting so strange today?' Hermione sighed once more, and closed her eyes. Now wasn't the time to think of people. People like him. She shut her eyes, as a wave of exhaustion overpowered her, and drew into a deep sleep.
***
As the sun rose for a new day, the Potions Master awoke, his sheets twisted around his legs. He groaned into his pillow, and pulled himself off the bed.
'What day is it?' he thought, as he slipped off his pajamas, and into his Teaching Robes. 'Ah, yes. Thursday.' Severus paused as he glanced in the only mirror in his entire room. He looked awful- His eyes were a blotchy red, with tear-streaked marks down his cheeks. Had he been crying in his sleep? No, that was ridiculous. He didn't cry. But. Severus shook his head, and ran his long, thin fingers through his long hair, in a vague attempt to brush it. He rubbed his eyes and broke his gaze from the mirror, and stooped to gather his things in which he needed for his lessons in which he had to teach that day. He picked them up, and carried them out to the classroom, and left them on his desk, as he exited, his black robes sweeping along the floor.
***
Harry Potter glanced over at one of his best friends, Hermione.
"You all right, Hermione?" he asked. She has been particularly quiet that morning.
"Hm? Oh, yes, Harry, I'm fine" she grinned unconvincingly, and turned back to her toast. Harry looked over at Ron, his green eyes filled with curiosity. Ron shrugged, in a 'Don't worry about her- probably just on the rag' way. Harry raised an eyebrow, and stifled a laugh. Hermione's eyes slid over to them, but quickly shifted back to her breakfast.
The door of the Great Hall opened, and Severus Snape walked in slowly, and headed over to the Teacher's Table. Hermione's head sprung up, as she watched him, her eyes following his every move. She caught Ron's wide-eye, and let her head flop back to the table. Ron kicked Harry under the table, and motioned over at their female friend.
"I'm fine." Hermione muttered after a sip of her juice.
***
That blasted Gryffindor girl had been looking at him. He wasn't some statue to be goggled at! With a twisted scowl on his face, Severus sat down at the end of the table, next to Minerva McGonagall.
"Yule Ball is coming up, Severus. Any plans?" she asked politely, brushing a few crumbs from her face.
"No," he growled back. 'The anniversary of Louisa's death is coming up too', he thought to himself.
"I do wish you would cheer up- it's a lovely time of year!" Minerva continued. A silent sigh came from Severus, as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the noisy chatter the surrounded him.
-Louisa sat down in front of the burning fire, in the Slytherin Common Room. It was snowing frantically outside, and the Herbology Lesson had been canceled. Sparks crackled, as the young Severus sat down beside his friend. Where was Lucius? Oh, yes, he had told Severus that he wouldn't want to be seen with him, while he was hanging around with Louisa- he had said that she was "Not one of them". Severus grinned over at Louisa, as the fire reflected off her pale face, creating an almost eerie, yet. gorgeous, he decided, glow. Louisa turned to him, her light-brown hair flicking over her shoulder. As Severus searched for something to say, Louisa's arms were wrapped around his neck in a tight hug.
"Louisa?" he started, his eyes growing wide,
"Shh." she replied, her voice, as always, soft. Severus could feel her lips brushing against his neck as she spoke. Whether she knew, he didn't know, but it tickled the fires in his belly with so much emotion, he wondered if it was against the law-
TBC
***
A/N: Thanks to the very few people who reviewed. But I appreciate all feedback! I hope you like this chapter. My stepbrother was looking over my shoulder as I was typing, so it's probably not the best of my work. But I hope you like it, anyway! Please review!!