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don't own Harry Potter. But I do own the rights to scratch my ass at my own
pleasure.
A/N: Only two reviews? Two! Was my last chapter that bad?! Oh, well. Okay, then.
"Now, I hope you have at least picked who you want to research" Hermione's History teacher said, a he floated back and forth in front of the class. Hermione couldn't speak for the rest of the class, but she had- Louisa Lucas. For some peculiar reason, she wanted to research her. Was it because she had died? Perhaps that was why.
The bell rang and Hermione jumped out of her seat. It was the last period of the day, and she wanted to find a little more information on Louisa. All she knew was that she died in her seventh year, and was friends with Snape. 'Who would want to be friends with Snape?' Hermione thought, was she walked down the library, Ron and Harry behind her, talking about the latest Qudditch game- Ravenclaw against Hufflepuff. Ron paused in his chatter, and turned to Hermione.
"'Mione, why are you so obsessed with this dead girl? She was a bloody Slytherin!"
"I don't know- and like you said, she's dead. So it doesn't matter what house she was in anymore" Hermione replied, curtly. Ron rose an eyebrow at his friend's comment, but didn't reply. "Anyway, you really should do some research on your student" Hermione pushed the doors to the library opened, and immediately headed over to the annuals. It really was hard to find any information in them, but considering the students' private records were shut off to anyone, but the staff, there was no other to find any information. The only person, who probably really knew what Louisa was like, was Professor Snape. But she couldn't ask him- he was so cruel. She sighed, and took the annual she had been looking through the previous day to the desk where Harry and Ron were sitting, and flipped through it. There had been a page almost dedicated to her- was it because she had died that year? More then likely, because the teachers wouldn't just make a page to anyone. The sixth-year pulled out her quill, and a piece of parchment, and scrawled down a couple of dates.
'Date of birth: Sixteenth of January, 1967.
Date of death: Twenty-forth of December, 1984'
'Twenty-forth of December? Christmas Eve?' Hermione thought, almost in horror.
"What is, Hermione?" Harry asked, seeing his friend's strange expression.
"Louisa- she died on Christmas Eve. Do you think that is why Snape's been acting so; I don't know; so mean? I mean, from what I've been reading, she was almost like his girlfriend," the thought of their Potions Master having any Romantic feelings for anyone was so humorous, that Hermione had to laugh with her friends.
***
As Hermione lay in her bed that night, she knew that she would have to ask her Potions Master about Louisa Lucas. If she was his girlfriend, he would obviously know almost everything about her. It might be difficult, hell; she might even get another detention, but she knew it was the only way that she was to get anywhere with her project.
On the other side of the castle, Severus Snape lay in his bed, having trouble trying to sleep. During the dinner, he had heard that blasted History of Magic teacher talking to Albus about the latest assignment he had assigned his sixth-year classes- Past Hogwarts Students! Among with other students and their picks, that bloody Granger girl had picked Louisa. She knew she would start to snoop around about his past- Louisa was his past. She wasn't going to get any information out of him. "She can bloody fail that assignment. Ha, that will get her panties up in her knot" Severus snorted, as he rolled onto his side, and forced himself to sleep.
***
-"Only a few bumps and scratches, and a sprained wrist" the Hogwarts nurse said, wrapping a bandage around her wrist. Severus put his hand up to his chest, a breathed a sigh of relief. Thank Merlin, she wasn't hurt badly. Louisa whimpered slightly, a fairly large scratch running from her cheek to her eye bleeding slowly. The nurse muttered a healing spell, and the scratch healed quickly. Severus sat down on the edge of her bed, and put her sprained wrist in his lap.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, glad his teammates weren't in the room. Louisa nodded, a weak smile crossing her face.
"I don't want to be in here," Louisa murmured.
"Don't worry, you'll be able to get out soon," Severus rubbed her injured hand slowly, his fingers curling around hers.
"Where's Lucius?" Louisa asked suddenly, her large eyes staring at him. Severus shrugged.
"I don't really care," he let slip. Even though he was a good friend with Lucius, all he really wanted now was to be alone with Louisa.
Louisa smiled, and moved into a sitting position. "Thanks for being here," she murmured softly.
"You're my friend- why shouldn't I?"
Louisa opened her arms wide, and Severus leapt into them, giving her a warm hug. He wasn't quite sure why, but he gave her a soft kiss on her jaw. Whether it was appropriate at the time, or a way to say 'I love you', Severus felt, and heard, Louisa sighing, her eyes closed in content-
TBC
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A/N: Well, another short chapter, but my Muse has gone on vacation, because hardly anyone reviewed on my last chapter (hint, hint). But I hope you enjoyed it! And please, please, on Merlin's grave, review! I need to know I'm loved!
A/N: Only two reviews? Two! Was my last chapter that bad?! Oh, well. Okay, then.
"Now, I hope you have at least picked who you want to research" Hermione's History teacher said, a he floated back and forth in front of the class. Hermione couldn't speak for the rest of the class, but she had- Louisa Lucas. For some peculiar reason, she wanted to research her. Was it because she had died? Perhaps that was why.
The bell rang and Hermione jumped out of her seat. It was the last period of the day, and she wanted to find a little more information on Louisa. All she knew was that she died in her seventh year, and was friends with Snape. 'Who would want to be friends with Snape?' Hermione thought, was she walked down the library, Ron and Harry behind her, talking about the latest Qudditch game- Ravenclaw against Hufflepuff. Ron paused in his chatter, and turned to Hermione.
"'Mione, why are you so obsessed with this dead girl? She was a bloody Slytherin!"
"I don't know- and like you said, she's dead. So it doesn't matter what house she was in anymore" Hermione replied, curtly. Ron rose an eyebrow at his friend's comment, but didn't reply. "Anyway, you really should do some research on your student" Hermione pushed the doors to the library opened, and immediately headed over to the annuals. It really was hard to find any information in them, but considering the students' private records were shut off to anyone, but the staff, there was no other to find any information. The only person, who probably really knew what Louisa was like, was Professor Snape. But she couldn't ask him- he was so cruel. She sighed, and took the annual she had been looking through the previous day to the desk where Harry and Ron were sitting, and flipped through it. There had been a page almost dedicated to her- was it because she had died that year? More then likely, because the teachers wouldn't just make a page to anyone. The sixth-year pulled out her quill, and a piece of parchment, and scrawled down a couple of dates.
'Date of birth: Sixteenth of January, 1967.
Date of death: Twenty-forth of December, 1984'
'Twenty-forth of December? Christmas Eve?' Hermione thought, almost in horror.
"What is, Hermione?" Harry asked, seeing his friend's strange expression.
"Louisa- she died on Christmas Eve. Do you think that is why Snape's been acting so; I don't know; so mean? I mean, from what I've been reading, she was almost like his girlfriend," the thought of their Potions Master having any Romantic feelings for anyone was so humorous, that Hermione had to laugh with her friends.
***
As Hermione lay in her bed that night, she knew that she would have to ask her Potions Master about Louisa Lucas. If she was his girlfriend, he would obviously know almost everything about her. It might be difficult, hell; she might even get another detention, but she knew it was the only way that she was to get anywhere with her project.
On the other side of the castle, Severus Snape lay in his bed, having trouble trying to sleep. During the dinner, he had heard that blasted History of Magic teacher talking to Albus about the latest assignment he had assigned his sixth-year classes- Past Hogwarts Students! Among with other students and their picks, that bloody Granger girl had picked Louisa. She knew she would start to snoop around about his past- Louisa was his past. She wasn't going to get any information out of him. "She can bloody fail that assignment. Ha, that will get her panties up in her knot" Severus snorted, as he rolled onto his side, and forced himself to sleep.
***
-"Only a few bumps and scratches, and a sprained wrist" the Hogwarts nurse said, wrapping a bandage around her wrist. Severus put his hand up to his chest, a breathed a sigh of relief. Thank Merlin, she wasn't hurt badly. Louisa whimpered slightly, a fairly large scratch running from her cheek to her eye bleeding slowly. The nurse muttered a healing spell, and the scratch healed quickly. Severus sat down on the edge of her bed, and put her sprained wrist in his lap.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, glad his teammates weren't in the room. Louisa nodded, a weak smile crossing her face.
"I don't want to be in here," Louisa murmured.
"Don't worry, you'll be able to get out soon," Severus rubbed her injured hand slowly, his fingers curling around hers.
"Where's Lucius?" Louisa asked suddenly, her large eyes staring at him. Severus shrugged.
"I don't really care," he let slip. Even though he was a good friend with Lucius, all he really wanted now was to be alone with Louisa.
Louisa smiled, and moved into a sitting position. "Thanks for being here," she murmured softly.
"You're my friend- why shouldn't I?"
Louisa opened her arms wide, and Severus leapt into them, giving her a warm hug. He wasn't quite sure why, but he gave her a soft kiss on her jaw. Whether it was appropriate at the time, or a way to say 'I love you', Severus felt, and heard, Louisa sighing, her eyes closed in content-
TBC
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A/N: Well, another short chapter, but my Muse has gone on vacation, because hardly anyone reviewed on my last chapter (hint, hint). But I hope you enjoyed it! And please, please, on Merlin's grave, review! I need to know I'm loved!