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Best Friends
Chapter One: Reveries and Plans
She walked into the potions classroom in a daze.
It was either a daze, or she had her head in a book.
That was the funny thing; she would always be the bookworm, no matter what she had suffered.
And she had suffered, Snape thought as she took her seat. In her fifth year, Hermione had lost her parents, and Dumbledore had taken on acting guardian.
Her parents had not just been killed, but tortured by Death Eaters before their deaths.
Voldermont had made sure of that, Severus cringed at the recollection of what had happened afterwards.
Hermione had been crazed with the idea of revenge and spent her summer in the Hogwarts library devising a plan unknown to even Dumbledore.
She wanted Voldermont dead.
The plan had gone well enough when she went for her revenge.
It wasn't until one lone Death Eater stumbled onto her that she was then captured, tortured, and forced to see some gruesome sights.
Some that even Severus had not even had the "pleasure" of seeing.
Voldermont had been content on turning her to his side, but she would have rather gone crazy.
She fought as hard as she could, always remembering that he was the one man who had ordered her parents deaths.
Hermione had spent months as a prisoner before she was rescued.
That was the night that Harry defeated Voldermont, with Dumbledore by his side.
The only one killed between the three was Voldermont, thank goodness. Severus had been ordered to go and get Hermione…
Hermione sensed someone's eyes on her. She looked up to find Severus Snape just as she had remembered him, tall, long dark hair, but without the Slytherin smirk. Rather he was looking down at her with pity and compassion. Hermione gasped, and reached for him, putting her head in the hallow of his neck as he carried her away from her prison. Severus shivered when he had felt her breath there, just as he shivered now at the memory of it. She had reached up to him as though she was sure he was her only saving grace. Her broken and bloody body was so light, he could feel her small frame as he carried her and brought her to safety in an abandoned room. He had laid her down on the carpeted floor and performed as many healing spells on her as he could and gave her a bit of potion to help her recovery. He had been prepared for the worst, and this was the worst. She was conscious through this, but Snape could tell she needed a mediwitch. All through his trying to heal her, she had been staring at him. Her eyes expressed nothing short of gratefulness and admiration. He had to resist the urge to gather her in his arms and hold her. As soon as he was done, he apparated them to Hogwarts and she was in the care of Madame Pomfrey. He had gone to see her everyday after that; she was unconscious for a while due to the mediwitch's treatment. Most of Hermione's bones had been broken. And though Snape hadn't found out at the time, she had been raped repeatedly. The rape he had only found out about when over hearing a conversation between Pomfrey and Dumbledore. Snape was shocked and angry, Hermione did not deserve to go through that. Her recovery had taken a while, two months to be exact. During those two months he had watched her as she slept. Her face looked so peaceful at these times. One day she had awakened to find him there, asleep beside her in chair.
"Professor?" Her voice was dry and unused. She had barely spoken to anyone, much less start a conversation, than since her return, and it was well into a month since her rescue.
"Yes," Snape said, as he was roused form slumber and staring straight into the brown eyes of Hermione Granger. He smiled as she tried to set up, but was too weak to do so. "Relax Hermione, you are okay. Don't try to move much, I know it must hurt."
"It does," She smiled and lay down to settle her in the covers.
"How long have you been here Professor?" Hermione asked looking at him with suspicion.
"The night…" He replied. Her eyes got wide and then she relaxed as she saw he was getting nervous. He got up to leave and walked to the foot of her bed. She didn't want him to go.
"Wait!" She said looking tired and broken, wanting of him.
"Yes Ms. Granger?" Severus looked at her as she tried to get up again. He rushed to her bedside. "I told you not to move, girl," He came around to where he was carefully pushing her back down to the bed.
"I just want…" Hermione stopped to look into his rich eyes, "To thank you. For what you have done. I owe much to you. I could have died… Just promise me to not be a stranger and stop by and see me while I am here, please?"
"Yes, I promise," Severus, said before he realized he had accepted to meet Hermione often. But she was happy and began to get cozy in her covers as he made excuses to leave.
Severus ended his reverie.
He looked up to see Hermione staring at him and smiled at her quickly, and she flashed a smile back.
Since that promise, they had been talking once or twice a week at first in the hospital wing, and later on in the dungeons.
She would help him grade papers and they would talk. He had become her confidant.
She didn't even tell Harry and Ron as much as she did him.
He was a great comfort to her.
Severus smiled as he thought of their first meeting in the dungeons.
There was a knock on his door.
"Come in," Severus said and Hermione entered. She looked much better. Her face was not as hallow and body not all bones anymore. Snape smiled, and she blushed.
"Let's go into my private quarters," Snape said and Hermione followed through a door to the back of the classroom. They stepped into a cozy little living room decorated in hunter green and other earth tones. Severus led her to the couch that was placed in front of a roaring fireplace. They both sat and Hermione looked at Snape, she was very uncomfortable.
"You want anything to drink or anything at all, Ms. Granger," Snape asked. She just smiled.
"I would love for you to call me Hermione while we are in private," She laughed at his look of shock and soon they were both laughing.
Stop daydreaming, Snape scolded himself and began the lesson.
Tonight he would also meet with Hermione.
He almost smiled when he caught her looking at him.
Such a sweet girl, such a tortured girl.
The class was over very soon it seemed to Hermione.
She got up and went to talk to the Professor.
"Tonight at nine?" Hermione said when everyone had left.
"Why not eight?" Snape asked. Hermione's brow furrowed.
"I have a lot of homework to do plus it is a Friday night. I figured I could get it done and I wouldn't have to do it this weekend. So we can stay up late tonight and talk. Would that be okay?" Hermione asked.
She really had homework to do.
Their talks on Friday usually lasted from eight to twelve anyway.
She could sneak back up to Gryffindor Tower easily.
"That means you would be going to bed about one if we talk for four hours like usual," Snape said looking a little worried at this.
"We can talk for three hours if you want. I don't usually have any problems. But it is up to you," Hermione said looking at her hands.
Snape knew that when she did this she was a little discouraged and really wanted to talk to him about something.
He was awed at how close he was to this girl.
Woman, he corrected, she is really nineteen.
She had to go back a grade due to her capture, but Hermione had not minded.
She had welcomed the opportunity to stay at Hogwarts longer, it meant that she was near Severus and Dumbledore.
"Fine. But I don't like the thought of you wondering even in Hogwarts so late," She smiled as he got protective of her, "I will see you at nine then." Snape made a quick exit.
Hermione knew he was just a little uncomfortable for them to be staying later into the night with each other.
But getting this homework means every night with Severus this weekend, and she wanted that.
He was the only person who really had taken the time since her capture, she thought as she walked to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry, Ron and Ginny had just pitied her since it all happened.
Only Dumbledore and Severus had truly shown interest in her well being, sure they pitied her, but did not make it evident.
Severus… Who would have thought he would be my best friend, Hermione chuckled to herself and began her homework in the Gryffindor Common Room.
A/N: What do you think? I need input. What would you all like to see? Reviews PLEASE!
Lucretia~*
Best Friends
Chapter One: Reveries and Plans
She walked into the potions classroom in a daze.
It was either a daze, or she had her head in a book.
That was the funny thing; she would always be the bookworm, no matter what she had suffered.
And she had suffered, Snape thought as she took her seat. In her fifth year, Hermione had lost her parents, and Dumbledore had taken on acting guardian.
Her parents had not just been killed, but tortured by Death Eaters before their deaths.
Voldermont had made sure of that, Severus cringed at the recollection of what had happened afterwards.
Hermione had been crazed with the idea of revenge and spent her summer in the Hogwarts library devising a plan unknown to even Dumbledore.
She wanted Voldermont dead.
The plan had gone well enough when she went for her revenge.
It wasn't until one lone Death Eater stumbled onto her that she was then captured, tortured, and forced to see some gruesome sights.
Some that even Severus had not even had the "pleasure" of seeing.
Voldermont had been content on turning her to his side, but she would have rather gone crazy.
She fought as hard as she could, always remembering that he was the one man who had ordered her parents deaths.
Hermione had spent months as a prisoner before she was rescued.
That was the night that Harry defeated Voldermont, with Dumbledore by his side.
The only one killed between the three was Voldermont, thank goodness. Severus had been ordered to go and get Hermione…
Hermione sensed someone's eyes on her. She looked up to find Severus Snape just as she had remembered him, tall, long dark hair, but without the Slytherin smirk. Rather he was looking down at her with pity and compassion. Hermione gasped, and reached for him, putting her head in the hallow of his neck as he carried her away from her prison. Severus shivered when he had felt her breath there, just as he shivered now at the memory of it. She had reached up to him as though she was sure he was her only saving grace. Her broken and bloody body was so light, he could feel her small frame as he carried her and brought her to safety in an abandoned room. He had laid her down on the carpeted floor and performed as many healing spells on her as he could and gave her a bit of potion to help her recovery. He had been prepared for the worst, and this was the worst. She was conscious through this, but Snape could tell she needed a mediwitch. All through his trying to heal her, she had been staring at him. Her eyes expressed nothing short of gratefulness and admiration. He had to resist the urge to gather her in his arms and hold her. As soon as he was done, he apparated them to Hogwarts and she was in the care of Madame Pomfrey. He had gone to see her everyday after that; she was unconscious for a while due to the mediwitch's treatment. Most of Hermione's bones had been broken. And though Snape hadn't found out at the time, she had been raped repeatedly. The rape he had only found out about when over hearing a conversation between Pomfrey and Dumbledore. Snape was shocked and angry, Hermione did not deserve to go through that. Her recovery had taken a while, two months to be exact. During those two months he had watched her as she slept. Her face looked so peaceful at these times. One day she had awakened to find him there, asleep beside her in chair.
"Professor?" Her voice was dry and unused. She had barely spoken to anyone, much less start a conversation, than since her return, and it was well into a month since her rescue.
"Yes," Snape said, as he was roused form slumber and staring straight into the brown eyes of Hermione Granger. He smiled as she tried to set up, but was too weak to do so. "Relax Hermione, you are okay. Don't try to move much, I know it must hurt."
"It does," She smiled and lay down to settle her in the covers.
"How long have you been here Professor?" Hermione asked looking at him with suspicion.
"The night…" He replied. Her eyes got wide and then she relaxed as she saw he was getting nervous. He got up to leave and walked to the foot of her bed. She didn't want him to go.
"Wait!" She said looking tired and broken, wanting of him.
"Yes Ms. Granger?" Severus looked at her as she tried to get up again. He rushed to her bedside. "I told you not to move, girl," He came around to where he was carefully pushing her back down to the bed.
"I just want…" Hermione stopped to look into his rich eyes, "To thank you. For what you have done. I owe much to you. I could have died… Just promise me to not be a stranger and stop by and see me while I am here, please?"
"Yes, I promise," Severus, said before he realized he had accepted to meet Hermione often. But she was happy and began to get cozy in her covers as he made excuses to leave.
Severus ended his reverie.
He looked up to see Hermione staring at him and smiled at her quickly, and she flashed a smile back.
Since that promise, they had been talking once or twice a week at first in the hospital wing, and later on in the dungeons.
She would help him grade papers and they would talk. He had become her confidant.
She didn't even tell Harry and Ron as much as she did him.
He was a great comfort to her.
Severus smiled as he thought of their first meeting in the dungeons.
There was a knock on his door.
"Come in," Severus said and Hermione entered. She looked much better. Her face was not as hallow and body not all bones anymore. Snape smiled, and she blushed.
"Let's go into my private quarters," Snape said and Hermione followed through a door to the back of the classroom. They stepped into a cozy little living room decorated in hunter green and other earth tones. Severus led her to the couch that was placed in front of a roaring fireplace. They both sat and Hermione looked at Snape, she was very uncomfortable.
"You want anything to drink or anything at all, Ms. Granger," Snape asked. She just smiled.
"I would love for you to call me Hermione while we are in private," She laughed at his look of shock and soon they were both laughing.
Stop daydreaming, Snape scolded himself and began the lesson.
Tonight he would also meet with Hermione.
He almost smiled when he caught her looking at him.
Such a sweet girl, such a tortured girl.
The class was over very soon it seemed to Hermione.
She got up and went to talk to the Professor.
"Tonight at nine?" Hermione said when everyone had left.
"Why not eight?" Snape asked. Hermione's brow furrowed.
"I have a lot of homework to do plus it is a Friday night. I figured I could get it done and I wouldn't have to do it this weekend. So we can stay up late tonight and talk. Would that be okay?" Hermione asked.
She really had homework to do.
Their talks on Friday usually lasted from eight to twelve anyway.
She could sneak back up to Gryffindor Tower easily.
"That means you would be going to bed about one if we talk for four hours like usual," Snape said looking a little worried at this.
"We can talk for three hours if you want. I don't usually have any problems. But it is up to you," Hermione said looking at her hands.
Snape knew that when she did this she was a little discouraged and really wanted to talk to him about something.
He was awed at how close he was to this girl.
Woman, he corrected, she is really nineteen.
She had to go back a grade due to her capture, but Hermione had not minded.
She had welcomed the opportunity to stay at Hogwarts longer, it meant that she was near Severus and Dumbledore.
"Fine. But I don't like the thought of you wondering even in Hogwarts so late," She smiled as he got protective of her, "I will see you at nine then." Snape made a quick exit.
Hermione knew he was just a little uncomfortable for them to be staying later into the night with each other.
But getting this homework means every night with Severus this weekend, and she wanted that.
He was the only person who really had taken the time since her capture, she thought as she walked to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry, Ron and Ginny had just pitied her since it all happened.
Only Dumbledore and Severus had truly shown interest in her well being, sure they pitied her, but did not make it evident.
Severus… Who would have thought he would be my best friend, Hermione chuckled to herself and began her homework in the Gryffindor Common Room.
A/N: What do you think? I need input. What would you all like to see? Reviews PLEASE!
Lucretia~*