Disclaimer: "Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who owns the Harry Potter books,
each one, all?" The Mirror laughed, and gave a grunt- "It isn't you, you
ugly cunt!"
A/N: Okay, school is officially over. No need to get excited. I'm not going to jump around like a cheerleader. Bad back, you know. Heh. Anyway, now that school is over, I'm going to try to be happy, not my cynical, bitchy self. Hmmm. Anyway, I'll try to make this chapter long. Everyone wants my chapters to be longer. So I'll try. Be happy. I'm in a good mood for once. Actually, if I were you, I would run. Run far away. I may try to hug you.
"Professor Snape, do you ever think of Louisa?" Hermione asked, as she tried to sit in a formal position.
"Sometimes. Occasionally," Severus replied, feeling uncomfortable.
"When? I mean, what times?" Hermione questioned, scrawling down a few notes.
"Do I have to answer that question?" Her Professor answered.
"Well, no, I was just curious"
There was a pause, before Severus replied. "Different times of the day. Most of the time, though, is when I have to sit here with a class full of mindless students, who don't know the difference between the eye of an owl and gecko"
Hermione was a little surprised at this. Snape didn't seem the kind to daydream, especially in class of 'mindless students' whom he could take points off their houses.
"Don't look so surprised, Miss Granger, I'm sure you let your mind go walkabout too"
Hermione blushed. She did sometimes let her mind drift off. But this was a teacher. A teacher was supposed to pay attention. Not let their mind drift into different places, times, memories. Severus stared down at her from his desk, his hands folded on top of one another in a superior manner.
"Do you mind me asking you questions, Professor? I mean, I don't want to be a nuisance," Hermione asked softly, suddenly feeling a little bit cautious.
"Sometimes they do becoming a little personal, Miss Granger. But, I'm guessing there is no way to avoid them. So, I answer them in hope that you will finally stop asking them,"
"Oh. Well, I'll stop, I just want a good mark" she explained bashfully.
"Why am I not surprised, Miss Granger?" Severus murmured quietly. Hermione bit her lip, and began to draw squiggles on the edge of her parchment. A thought crossed her mind.
"Professor, why don't you ever talk about Louisa's death?" she asked. She prepared for an outburst.
"Some things I talk about, and some things I don't. Louisa's death is one of those things I don't talk about," he said.
"But wouldn't it help if you spoke about it? Let your emotions out?"
"No"
"Sometimes it helps to talk about things. You seem to keep an awful lot bottled up inside," she tried to explain, suddenly dying to know his entire past.
"I don't keep a lot 'bottled up inside', Miss Granger. Everyone must have his or her secrets, including myself. And, I'm guessing you have some secrets you would not like me to know. Am I right, Miss Granger?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in an almost comical way. Hermione nodded slowly. She had many secrets, some not even Harry or Ron knew. She slowly lowered her head to the desk, and pushed herself out of her chair. She paused, and slowly spoke.
"Professor, the Yule Ball is coming up," she began, avoiding his glaring gaze. "And it's being held on the twenty-forth. Well, isn't that the date of Louisa's death?"
There was a long pause. Snape seemed to be having quite a difficult time coming up with an answer.
"Yes," he finally managed. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was wondering where you were going to go? The Yule Ball, or Louisa's Gravesite? Because, you told me she was buried at Hogwarts"
"I don't know. I haven't decided yet"
"Well," she began. 'Here comes the hard part, Hermione' she thought. "If you are going to Louisa's Gravesite, can I come?"
Severus seemed to be in shock. "Why? It's not very interesting. I only go there because she was my friend-"
"And girlfriend"
"-And girlfriend, Miss Granger. I don't know whether you would like to see where she was buried. It hurts me when I think about it"
"Is it that bad?"
Severus shrugged. "It depends how you think about it"
"Well, if you do decide to go to her Gravesite, just ask me to come" she murmured, gathering her things, and walking out of the door.
'Merlin, now she wants to see where Louisa was buried? Crap'
***
Severus woke up the next day; his hair mattered around his face. He had a bad sleep the night before. Why does Hermione have to keep bringing up Louisa? Hermione didn't know anything about her. Sure, she might know a few things, but she didn't know everything.
Severus slowly rolled out of his bed, and onto the ground.
"Ow, crap," he pulled himself off the floor, and untangled the blankets from his feet. He stood up and ran a hand through his messy hair. He had a rather 'nice' dream- no memory- the night before.
-"Sev?" Louisa asked softly during a History of Magic Lesson. Their Professor was sitting down at his desk, marking the classes pile of essays they had just written.
"Yes?" he replied, clearing his desk.
"Do- do you ever think about sex?"
Severus was shocked. She had been naked in front of him, seduced him, and made him sexually frustrated, but never had he thought about her thinking about sex. "Sex with you, or sex in general?" he finally managed to croak.
"Both. Either. Just sex," Louisa said, her hand resting on his thigh. Severus swallowed hard, as he tried to keep himself down, as her hand trailed further.
"Well, I don't know. I never really thought about it, I guess,"
"You've never thought about it? I have," she murmured, her hand coming to rest in between his legs. Severus had a hard time swallowing, his legs having the urge to shut, and trap her hand in between them. He also had an urge to fucking have sex with her that very moment.
"Sometimes. But I never thought you did," he admitted, finding himself growing hard. "Aren't- aren't you a virgin?"
Louisa smiled. "I'm hoping I soon won't be"
"Oh. Can you- can you move your hand," he asked quickly.
"Where? Here?" she murmured, slipping her hand into the hem of his pants.
"Louisa? Mister Happy is getting excited!" he hissed into her ear. His tongue gently scrapped against the edge of it, as her fingers clasped around the edge of his boxers.
"Well, we can't just have sex here, can we?"
Severus shook his head. "N-no"
Louisa grinned. "Soon, then"
Severus leaned over to give Louisa a small kiss, when he felt a tap on his back.
"Severus?" he heard a voice hiss. Louisa's hand was quickly out of his pants and back in her lap.
"What is it Lucius?" Severus groaned.
"Nothing. Just thought I saw your Mudblood-girlfriends hand down your pants" he smirked, turning back to his desk. Severus felt a blood-red blush crossing his face.
"Do you still want to?" Louisa asked, squirming in her seat. Severus paused before quickly nodding.
Their Professor suddenly stood up, and handed out their essays. Severus had no idea what was going to happen that night. He wasn't even quite sure where it would happen. -
***
As Hermione sat in front of her mirror on one of the rare occasions where she actually tried to smooth her hair, a random though crossed her mind. Maybe it wasn't completely random, but it was still random for her. What was she going to wear to the Yule Ball? Was she even going to go? Nobody had asked her, but unlike anyone knew- she did want to go. Ron had asked Lavender, and Harry had managed to ask Cho. But nobody had asked Hermione. Maybe she could convince Snape to go to Louisa's Gravesite. It couldn't be in a horrible place- Dumbledore wouldn't allow. 'Unless he didn't know when she died, and where she was' Hermione thought in horror, dropping the brush she held in her hand, onto the ground with a dull thud.
TBC
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A/N: So, what do you think? Like all my other chapters, I have one word: Crap. I love that word. It has so many different meanings. Anyway, did you like it? Or did you hate it? Maybe I should think my writing is a little better then I think it is.
Anyway, I've also thought about the end of this story. Right down to the last sentence. I think too much. My head hurts. I'm going to lie down. Just bloody review. Um, please?
A/N: Okay, school is officially over. No need to get excited. I'm not going to jump around like a cheerleader. Bad back, you know. Heh. Anyway, now that school is over, I'm going to try to be happy, not my cynical, bitchy self. Hmmm. Anyway, I'll try to make this chapter long. Everyone wants my chapters to be longer. So I'll try. Be happy. I'm in a good mood for once. Actually, if I were you, I would run. Run far away. I may try to hug you.
"Professor Snape, do you ever think of Louisa?" Hermione asked, as she tried to sit in a formal position.
"Sometimes. Occasionally," Severus replied, feeling uncomfortable.
"When? I mean, what times?" Hermione questioned, scrawling down a few notes.
"Do I have to answer that question?" Her Professor answered.
"Well, no, I was just curious"
There was a pause, before Severus replied. "Different times of the day. Most of the time, though, is when I have to sit here with a class full of mindless students, who don't know the difference between the eye of an owl and gecko"
Hermione was a little surprised at this. Snape didn't seem the kind to daydream, especially in class of 'mindless students' whom he could take points off their houses.
"Don't look so surprised, Miss Granger, I'm sure you let your mind go walkabout too"
Hermione blushed. She did sometimes let her mind drift off. But this was a teacher. A teacher was supposed to pay attention. Not let their mind drift into different places, times, memories. Severus stared down at her from his desk, his hands folded on top of one another in a superior manner.
"Do you mind me asking you questions, Professor? I mean, I don't want to be a nuisance," Hermione asked softly, suddenly feeling a little bit cautious.
"Sometimes they do becoming a little personal, Miss Granger. But, I'm guessing there is no way to avoid them. So, I answer them in hope that you will finally stop asking them,"
"Oh. Well, I'll stop, I just want a good mark" she explained bashfully.
"Why am I not surprised, Miss Granger?" Severus murmured quietly. Hermione bit her lip, and began to draw squiggles on the edge of her parchment. A thought crossed her mind.
"Professor, why don't you ever talk about Louisa's death?" she asked. She prepared for an outburst.
"Some things I talk about, and some things I don't. Louisa's death is one of those things I don't talk about," he said.
"But wouldn't it help if you spoke about it? Let your emotions out?"
"No"
"Sometimes it helps to talk about things. You seem to keep an awful lot bottled up inside," she tried to explain, suddenly dying to know his entire past.
"I don't keep a lot 'bottled up inside', Miss Granger. Everyone must have his or her secrets, including myself. And, I'm guessing you have some secrets you would not like me to know. Am I right, Miss Granger?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in an almost comical way. Hermione nodded slowly. She had many secrets, some not even Harry or Ron knew. She slowly lowered her head to the desk, and pushed herself out of her chair. She paused, and slowly spoke.
"Professor, the Yule Ball is coming up," she began, avoiding his glaring gaze. "And it's being held on the twenty-forth. Well, isn't that the date of Louisa's death?"
There was a long pause. Snape seemed to be having quite a difficult time coming up with an answer.
"Yes," he finally managed. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was wondering where you were going to go? The Yule Ball, or Louisa's Gravesite? Because, you told me she was buried at Hogwarts"
"I don't know. I haven't decided yet"
"Well," she began. 'Here comes the hard part, Hermione' she thought. "If you are going to Louisa's Gravesite, can I come?"
Severus seemed to be in shock. "Why? It's not very interesting. I only go there because she was my friend-"
"And girlfriend"
"-And girlfriend, Miss Granger. I don't know whether you would like to see where she was buried. It hurts me when I think about it"
"Is it that bad?"
Severus shrugged. "It depends how you think about it"
"Well, if you do decide to go to her Gravesite, just ask me to come" she murmured, gathering her things, and walking out of the door.
'Merlin, now she wants to see where Louisa was buried? Crap'
***
Severus woke up the next day; his hair mattered around his face. He had a bad sleep the night before. Why does Hermione have to keep bringing up Louisa? Hermione didn't know anything about her. Sure, she might know a few things, but she didn't know everything.
Severus slowly rolled out of his bed, and onto the ground.
"Ow, crap," he pulled himself off the floor, and untangled the blankets from his feet. He stood up and ran a hand through his messy hair. He had a rather 'nice' dream- no memory- the night before.
-"Sev?" Louisa asked softly during a History of Magic Lesson. Their Professor was sitting down at his desk, marking the classes pile of essays they had just written.
"Yes?" he replied, clearing his desk.
"Do- do you ever think about sex?"
Severus was shocked. She had been naked in front of him, seduced him, and made him sexually frustrated, but never had he thought about her thinking about sex. "Sex with you, or sex in general?" he finally managed to croak.
"Both. Either. Just sex," Louisa said, her hand resting on his thigh. Severus swallowed hard, as he tried to keep himself down, as her hand trailed further.
"Well, I don't know. I never really thought about it, I guess,"
"You've never thought about it? I have," she murmured, her hand coming to rest in between his legs. Severus had a hard time swallowing, his legs having the urge to shut, and trap her hand in between them. He also had an urge to fucking have sex with her that very moment.
"Sometimes. But I never thought you did," he admitted, finding himself growing hard. "Aren't- aren't you a virgin?"
Louisa smiled. "I'm hoping I soon won't be"
"Oh. Can you- can you move your hand," he asked quickly.
"Where? Here?" she murmured, slipping her hand into the hem of his pants.
"Louisa? Mister Happy is getting excited!" he hissed into her ear. His tongue gently scrapped against the edge of it, as her fingers clasped around the edge of his boxers.
"Well, we can't just have sex here, can we?"
Severus shook his head. "N-no"
Louisa grinned. "Soon, then"
Severus leaned over to give Louisa a small kiss, when he felt a tap on his back.
"Severus?" he heard a voice hiss. Louisa's hand was quickly out of his pants and back in her lap.
"What is it Lucius?" Severus groaned.
"Nothing. Just thought I saw your Mudblood-girlfriends hand down your pants" he smirked, turning back to his desk. Severus felt a blood-red blush crossing his face.
"Do you still want to?" Louisa asked, squirming in her seat. Severus paused before quickly nodding.
Their Professor suddenly stood up, and handed out their essays. Severus had no idea what was going to happen that night. He wasn't even quite sure where it would happen. -
***
As Hermione sat in front of her mirror on one of the rare occasions where she actually tried to smooth her hair, a random though crossed her mind. Maybe it wasn't completely random, but it was still random for her. What was she going to wear to the Yule Ball? Was she even going to go? Nobody had asked her, but unlike anyone knew- she did want to go. Ron had asked Lavender, and Harry had managed to ask Cho. But nobody had asked Hermione. Maybe she could convince Snape to go to Louisa's Gravesite. It couldn't be in a horrible place- Dumbledore wouldn't allow. 'Unless he didn't know when she died, and where she was' Hermione thought in horror, dropping the brush she held in her hand, onto the ground with a dull thud.
TBC
***
A/N: So, what do you think? Like all my other chapters, I have one word: Crap. I love that word. It has so many different meanings. Anyway, did you like it? Or did you hate it? Maybe I should think my writing is a little better then I think it is.
Anyway, I've also thought about the end of this story. Right down to the last sentence. I think too much. My head hurts. I'm going to lie down. Just bloody review. Um, please?