Hermione had it figured out. It had taken her nearly two months, but she figured it out. Her feelings towards Professor Snape were purely professional. She respected him, not only as a mentor but as a brilliant Potions Master. She rubbed the bridge of her nose as she sat on the counter in the restricted section. She had nearly finished copying the Charms for Flitwick had asked her to look up.
She slid the book back in it's place, gathered up her notes and slid off the counter. She stretched and she yawned. Hermione looked around the library it was still very early in the morning and few people, if any, would be up.
She walked out of the restricted section and nearly ran into Professor Snape. "Stupid Girl watch where you are going," He Gave her an icy look, this time She looked away. She hadn't had the opportunity to work with him in several weeks. The deatheaters meetings were taking more and more of his time.
*****
Severus was in no mood to run into the girl. He had figured out his feelings for her. She had a brilliant mind, that was what he admired about her. He knew she was pretty but it was her mind that held the most respect by him. With a little help her talent could even surpass your own Severus, he thought.
"What are you doing up?" he growled, "It's not even six o' clock,"
"I was erm... Helping Professor Flitwick, Sir," She looked at the floor, scared, startled.
"It's a little early for that, go back to your dorm little gryffindor." He gave her another icy look.
*****
Hermione clutched her notes and ran from the library. She ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room. Once she was inside she sat by the fire and organized her notes. Why does he have to be so damned cruel? she thought.
She stared into the flames and played with the colors. She managed a deep purple before she dozed off...
****
The next night
Professor Snape sat in a large armchair in his chambers. He had a bottle of Fire whiskey next to him. He had begun to feel the Phantoms pains again. They were weak, but the were there none the less. The whiskey helped dull the pains.
He hadn't felt the searing pain from the dark mark in almost a week. Soon he thought it would burn again and he would have to go and grovel at the dork lords feet. Hoping that he wouldn't be tortured on a whim.
***
Hermione sat with the Auror Azine, she had shown the girl many new spells as well a teaching her wandless magic. Hermione's basic Auror training was nearly complete.
"Now Hermione, you know that you must never let your guard down or have your back to the enemy," Azine looked into Hermione's eyes.
"Yes ma'am," She felt her fingers tingling as she directed her hand over several objects, causing them to levitate.
"We don't expect you to fight, your are being trained to help protect the school should something happen and we are not able to be here,"
"I understand," Hermione caught someone watching her from the corner of her eye. She looked up and saw Harry and Ron watching her, they were smiling.
"That will be all for today," Azine dismissed the girl.
"Hey you two," she said walking over to her friends, "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much," Ron said smiling, "We just came back from Hogsmeade, brought you a few treats."
Hermione looked at Ron and Harry, "Nothing bad I hope,"
"No only a dozen chocolate frogs and three bottles of butterbeer," Harry replied smiling.
"For me?" hermione asked, it was a lot for just one person.
"Of course you, Silly," Ron replied as they entered their common room.
***
Severus lay curled in a ball. he felt the waves of pain coursing through his body. The phantom pains hit him hard this time. He could do nothing but lay in the middle of his living room, clench his teeth and let the pain wash through him.
He could see the clock from where he lay. Fifteen minutes had passed and the Pains were finally subsiding. He felt exhausted, he was exhausted. he couldn't move, he didn't want to. He closed his eyes and fell into a pain induced sleep.
TBC?
Authors Note: Any and or all grammar errors in the previous chapter due to the fact that I wrote it at three in the morning. thanks for the reviews though.
Zoe: Their feeling have been brushed off as respect because they both have serious doubts about their ability to hold a relationship.
Hermione had Victor Krum and Oliver Wood. Both are Quidditch players one was gay and the other was bordering Neanderthal. Sn both weren't what she was looking for. Snape, well Snape has been a deatheater and spy for most(all) his adult life and never really had any relationships to speak of (well in my story anyways) and well they push their thoughts and feelings about each other away.
She slid the book back in it's place, gathered up her notes and slid off the counter. She stretched and she yawned. Hermione looked around the library it was still very early in the morning and few people, if any, would be up.
She walked out of the restricted section and nearly ran into Professor Snape. "Stupid Girl watch where you are going," He Gave her an icy look, this time She looked away. She hadn't had the opportunity to work with him in several weeks. The deatheaters meetings were taking more and more of his time.
*****
Severus was in no mood to run into the girl. He had figured out his feelings for her. She had a brilliant mind, that was what he admired about her. He knew she was pretty but it was her mind that held the most respect by him. With a little help her talent could even surpass your own Severus, he thought.
"What are you doing up?" he growled, "It's not even six o' clock,"
"I was erm... Helping Professor Flitwick, Sir," She looked at the floor, scared, startled.
"It's a little early for that, go back to your dorm little gryffindor." He gave her another icy look.
*****
Hermione clutched her notes and ran from the library. She ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room. Once she was inside she sat by the fire and organized her notes. Why does he have to be so damned cruel? she thought.
She stared into the flames and played with the colors. She managed a deep purple before she dozed off...
****
The next night
Professor Snape sat in a large armchair in his chambers. He had a bottle of Fire whiskey next to him. He had begun to feel the Phantoms pains again. They were weak, but the were there none the less. The whiskey helped dull the pains.
He hadn't felt the searing pain from the dark mark in almost a week. Soon he thought it would burn again and he would have to go and grovel at the dork lords feet. Hoping that he wouldn't be tortured on a whim.
***
Hermione sat with the Auror Azine, she had shown the girl many new spells as well a teaching her wandless magic. Hermione's basic Auror training was nearly complete.
"Now Hermione, you know that you must never let your guard down or have your back to the enemy," Azine looked into Hermione's eyes.
"Yes ma'am," She felt her fingers tingling as she directed her hand over several objects, causing them to levitate.
"We don't expect you to fight, your are being trained to help protect the school should something happen and we are not able to be here,"
"I understand," Hermione caught someone watching her from the corner of her eye. She looked up and saw Harry and Ron watching her, they were smiling.
"That will be all for today," Azine dismissed the girl.
"Hey you two," she said walking over to her friends, "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much," Ron said smiling, "We just came back from Hogsmeade, brought you a few treats."
Hermione looked at Ron and Harry, "Nothing bad I hope,"
"No only a dozen chocolate frogs and three bottles of butterbeer," Harry replied smiling.
"For me?" hermione asked, it was a lot for just one person.
"Of course you, Silly," Ron replied as they entered their common room.
***
Severus lay curled in a ball. he felt the waves of pain coursing through his body. The phantom pains hit him hard this time. He could do nothing but lay in the middle of his living room, clench his teeth and let the pain wash through him.
He could see the clock from where he lay. Fifteen minutes had passed and the Pains were finally subsiding. He felt exhausted, he was exhausted. he couldn't move, he didn't want to. He closed his eyes and fell into a pain induced sleep.
TBC?
Authors Note: Any and or all grammar errors in the previous chapter due to the fact that I wrote it at three in the morning. thanks for the reviews though.
Zoe: Their feeling have been brushed off as respect because they both have serious doubts about their ability to hold a relationship.
Hermione had Victor Krum and Oliver Wood. Both are Quidditch players one was gay and the other was bordering Neanderthal. Sn both weren't what she was looking for. Snape, well Snape has been a deatheater and spy for most(all) his adult life and never really had any relationships to speak of (well in my story anyways) and well they push their thoughts and feelings about each other away.