Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, the stories would be crappy. God bless
J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Oh. Only Two Reviews for my Last Chapter. Eh. Well, thanks to the two people who actually were kind enough to review. I appreciate it. My Muse gives me presents.
As the sun rose for the beginning of the weekend, Severus stretched out his sleepy body. He yawned and slowly sat up, as he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. Severus rolled out of the bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor.
"Bloody winter- why can't winter be warmer?" he muttered, as he walked over to his green, fluffy slippers. He grabbed his bathrobe and tied it around his waist, as he waited for his body to wake up. He definitely wasn't a Morning Person. 'Why couldn't the morning begin in the afternoon?' he thought, quickly changing into his robes.
"I need a coffee" he muttered, giving his eyes another quick rub before struggling out.
As Hermione Granger slowly got changed into her jeans, her mind slowly going over her thoughts, she really knew she had to get some more information out of Snape. It was almost like getting blood out of a stone yesterday. Even though she knew it was going to be difficult, she had no other choice. She just had to make sure she took the right precautions, and ask her questions carefully. Who knows, maybe she would be able to find out if there was anything romantic about their relationship.
A sudden shiver ran down Hermione's spine as she slid on her sweater, as that thought crossed her mind. 'That was strange,' she thought, as she ran her fingers through her hair. She shrugged the thought away from her mind, and skipped out of her dorm to meet Harry and Ron downstairs.
***
Severus slowly sipped his coffee, as he sat at his seat in the Great Hall. The warm liquid filled his body, and a tiny, content smile slid onto his face. Probably one of the best Muggle inventions, it defiantly made the beginning of his day just that bit better. He glanced down at the Daily Prophet that sat before, and pushed it away. He didn't want to read about any bad news- he was actually, for once, in a quite happy mood. Though he couldn't show it. He might get some suspicious looks. Professor Snape happy? That was impossible! He laughed silently, and shook his head, his long hair falling over his eyes.
The door to the Great Hall opened, and the Golden Trio walked in- Potter, Weasley, and Granger. 'Oh great, a nice way to ruin my day' he thought. He slowly put down his coffee mug, his warm fingers lingering around the edges. He stared slowly around the Hall at the various students. Out of all the people, his eyes were stuck on Granger- he could tell that she was probably just dying to ask him some more questions. Perhaps he would actually dig a little deeper into his past. 'Just to get her of your back, Sev' he thought, trying to reassure himself.
"Soup, Severus?" Albus asked suddenly, offering him a large bowl, filled with thick, orange soup. Severus let out a small grunt, possibly the only thing he could bother saying in the morning. He nodded, and clasped the bowl in his hands, and slowly spooned out the soup, letting it fall into his mouth. Though hot, it slid down his throat easily. He looked up once more at the Great Hall- and caught the eye of that blasted Granger.
***
'Oh God, he's looking at me. What do I do? Look away? No, keep looking- why am I acting like a school girl?' Hermione's heart fluttered, as the horrible truth dawned on her- had she started to fancy her Professor? No, that was ridiculous. She was a smart, sensible girl. Not some ditzy, 'I fancy everyone' kind of girl. She could feel a small blush cross her cheeks. 'Not now- anytime but now'.
"You alright, Hermione?" Harry asked, glancing over at his female friend.
"Mmm-hmm. Soup's hot," she replied, praying it was a good enough excuse. Harry frowned, but left it at that. No way could he guess the truth. She would lose her good reputation.
***
Good, she had looked away. Severus smiled to himself, and leaned back into his chair. He didn't need some sixteen, hormonal girl gawking at him as if he was the king of Sheba. He leant back in his chair, as he thought about the weekend ahead of him. The anniversary to Louisa's death was just around the corner. He knew he would, as he did every year, visit her gravesite. Oh, God, how he wished how she was still alive. Even if Lucius hated her.
-"How can you like her?" Lucius snapped, as soon as Louisa had left to go to bed one late Friday night.
"She's nice. Why shouldn't I?" Severus replied, leaning over his Herbology homework. 'Also, I'm madly in love with her' he thought, his heart pounding quickly.
"She's a bloody half-caste! A freak!"
"She's not a freak!" Severus growled, quickly snapping up into a sitting position.
"Right. She's not a proper Slytherin- All Slytherin's are supposed to be pure blooded, and she is only half blooded. A mudblood," Lucius retorted. Severus stared up behind Lucius, where Louisa stood, her eyes wide.
"That's nice, Lucius. Just nice. It's great to know how you think of your peers," she muttered, spinning on her heal, and heading back up to her dorms.
TBC
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A/N: So? What do you think? My Muse had really gone, and I was just barely able to finish it. But I pulled through in the end. At least I hope I did. Anyway, can you Please dear God, review! And thanks, Ktie Eiknlng, I'm pretty sure I did okay in the three I had today- I have a huge one tomorrow. Well, anyhoo, please leave a quick review!
A/N: Oh. Only Two Reviews for my Last Chapter. Eh. Well, thanks to the two people who actually were kind enough to review. I appreciate it. My Muse gives me presents.
As the sun rose for the beginning of the weekend, Severus stretched out his sleepy body. He yawned and slowly sat up, as he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. Severus rolled out of the bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor.
"Bloody winter- why can't winter be warmer?" he muttered, as he walked over to his green, fluffy slippers. He grabbed his bathrobe and tied it around his waist, as he waited for his body to wake up. He definitely wasn't a Morning Person. 'Why couldn't the morning begin in the afternoon?' he thought, quickly changing into his robes.
"I need a coffee" he muttered, giving his eyes another quick rub before struggling out.
As Hermione Granger slowly got changed into her jeans, her mind slowly going over her thoughts, she really knew she had to get some more information out of Snape. It was almost like getting blood out of a stone yesterday. Even though she knew it was going to be difficult, she had no other choice. She just had to make sure she took the right precautions, and ask her questions carefully. Who knows, maybe she would be able to find out if there was anything romantic about their relationship.
A sudden shiver ran down Hermione's spine as she slid on her sweater, as that thought crossed her mind. 'That was strange,' she thought, as she ran her fingers through her hair. She shrugged the thought away from her mind, and skipped out of her dorm to meet Harry and Ron downstairs.
***
Severus slowly sipped his coffee, as he sat at his seat in the Great Hall. The warm liquid filled his body, and a tiny, content smile slid onto his face. Probably one of the best Muggle inventions, it defiantly made the beginning of his day just that bit better. He glanced down at the Daily Prophet that sat before, and pushed it away. He didn't want to read about any bad news- he was actually, for once, in a quite happy mood. Though he couldn't show it. He might get some suspicious looks. Professor Snape happy? That was impossible! He laughed silently, and shook his head, his long hair falling over his eyes.
The door to the Great Hall opened, and the Golden Trio walked in- Potter, Weasley, and Granger. 'Oh great, a nice way to ruin my day' he thought. He slowly put down his coffee mug, his warm fingers lingering around the edges. He stared slowly around the Hall at the various students. Out of all the people, his eyes were stuck on Granger- he could tell that she was probably just dying to ask him some more questions. Perhaps he would actually dig a little deeper into his past. 'Just to get her of your back, Sev' he thought, trying to reassure himself.
"Soup, Severus?" Albus asked suddenly, offering him a large bowl, filled with thick, orange soup. Severus let out a small grunt, possibly the only thing he could bother saying in the morning. He nodded, and clasped the bowl in his hands, and slowly spooned out the soup, letting it fall into his mouth. Though hot, it slid down his throat easily. He looked up once more at the Great Hall- and caught the eye of that blasted Granger.
***
'Oh God, he's looking at me. What do I do? Look away? No, keep looking- why am I acting like a school girl?' Hermione's heart fluttered, as the horrible truth dawned on her- had she started to fancy her Professor? No, that was ridiculous. She was a smart, sensible girl. Not some ditzy, 'I fancy everyone' kind of girl. She could feel a small blush cross her cheeks. 'Not now- anytime but now'.
"You alright, Hermione?" Harry asked, glancing over at his female friend.
"Mmm-hmm. Soup's hot," she replied, praying it was a good enough excuse. Harry frowned, but left it at that. No way could he guess the truth. She would lose her good reputation.
***
Good, she had looked away. Severus smiled to himself, and leaned back into his chair. He didn't need some sixteen, hormonal girl gawking at him as if he was the king of Sheba. He leant back in his chair, as he thought about the weekend ahead of him. The anniversary to Louisa's death was just around the corner. He knew he would, as he did every year, visit her gravesite. Oh, God, how he wished how she was still alive. Even if Lucius hated her.
-"How can you like her?" Lucius snapped, as soon as Louisa had left to go to bed one late Friday night.
"She's nice. Why shouldn't I?" Severus replied, leaning over his Herbology homework. 'Also, I'm madly in love with her' he thought, his heart pounding quickly.
"She's a bloody half-caste! A freak!"
"She's not a freak!" Severus growled, quickly snapping up into a sitting position.
"Right. She's not a proper Slytherin- All Slytherin's are supposed to be pure blooded, and she is only half blooded. A mudblood," Lucius retorted. Severus stared up behind Lucius, where Louisa stood, her eyes wide.
"That's nice, Lucius. Just nice. It's great to know how you think of your peers," she muttered, spinning on her heal, and heading back up to her dorms.
TBC
***
A/N: So? What do you think? My Muse had really gone, and I was just barely able to finish it. But I pulled through in the end. At least I hope I did. Anyway, can you Please dear God, review! And thanks, Ktie Eiknlng, I'm pretty sure I did okay in the three I had today- I have a huge one tomorrow. Well, anyhoo, please leave a quick review!