Christmas at hogwarts. Severus never liked the holidays much, he never accepted gifts and never gave in to the cheer. This year Potter and his two friends were to stay at the school. Snape walked down the empty and frigid halls of the dungeons, No one would be caught dead down there during the holidays. even the ghosts stayed away from the area Snape had his chambers.
Hermione had finished her minimal Auror training and now devoted her time between her exams and her work with Flitwick. Snape had dropped her for unknown reasons and Hermione didn't press it.
He walked the halls heading up to the great hall, there were no students in his sights and he wouldn't have cared anyways. he took his place at the end of the high table and looked at the remaining students. Enough had stayed to fill one of the house tables. oddly enough none of them were Slytherin.
***
Hermione had finished her meal and sat with Harry, Ron and Ginny at the Gryffindor table. She had finished reading the letter from Oliver, wishing her a happy holiday and so on and so forth.
"Hermione, I am telling you that the boy is gay," Ginny said after hermione set the letter down.
"He is not, he can't be," Hermione blushed remembering the week the two had spent literally in bed over the last summer holidays. "I mean why would he date me if he was?"
"I bet you one Galleon that the boy will turn up with some cute boy on his arm one of these days." Ginny held out her hand.
"You have yourself a bet," Hermione took Ginny's hand in her own and snook it.
Ron and Harry shook their heads, "Girls," Ron said shaking his head.
Harry didn't say much he was watching Ginny and thinking how pretty she was. Hermione caught his look and nudged him with her foot. He broke his look and scowled at her. "Keep that up harry and You'll be looking like ole Snape soon," Ron replied then laughed.
Hermione turned her attention back to the rest of her letters and ignored her friends comment.
****
Another Deatheaters meeting took place the next night. Severus returned bruised and thankfully not bloody, and stumbled back to his chambers. He took off his cloak and shirt and looked at the crisscrossing marks that covered his shoulders. Looked at the wound in the mirror in the bathroom.
Voldemort had thought it funny to have him whipped that night. Severus was thankful that it hadn't led to the Cruciatus. He didn't know how long he would be able to lie and say that nothing was going on at the school. They were almost prepared to go out and find the dark lord themselves. Yet he lied time and time, again saying that they hadn't done anything else.
One day, he told himself, he would face he demons. face them and kill them, he told himself. It wouldn't matter if i died either, he thought, I have done too much too be redeemed even by Dumbledore.
He cleaned his wounds the best he could and sat down with his bottle of fire whiskey. Tonight he would drink himself into a stupor, his liver be damned.
****
Hermione sat with Ginny in the gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron were playing a game of wizards chess. "Ginny, I don't know, but why is it I always get Quidditch players?"
"I dunno, why is it?" She smiled, "It may be that you have to find someone older and who's not into the Sport,"
Great, Hermione thought, that leaves practically no one. "That's not really a bloody help Gin. That's practically telling me to marry a muggle,"
"It won't come down to that, you're young. And look on the bright side all of that money you have saved at Gringotts, you can travel around for a while,"
Hermione wasn't sure that she wanted to travel around to find someone she could be compatible with. "It's just that my standards are so high that I don't think there is anyone who could fit them,"
"Well tell me a few of them," Ginny was curious now.
"Tall, dark, handsome, mysterious, intelligent, likes books, preferably a few years older than me, Preferably a wizard. Hmmm let's see what else?" she couldn't help but picture Professor snape when she thought of this.
"Well that does ut you in a bit of a bunch," Ginny said, She had also pictured professor Snape but she didn't dare say that out loud. "You'll find someone,"
"New year new possibilities." Hermione said shrugging. She wouldn't bother with her little list anymore. She had work to do and that would keep her mind on track.
TBC?
A/N: Sorry for the short chapters, but this is the best way for me to write this particular story. Thanks for all of the reviews.
fleur-delacour: I don't know if this story is better, I hadn't planned on posting it. It was originally to help me clear up some of my thoughts about I, Snape. But I am glad you like it.
Zoe: thanks a bunch, as for my spelling, I've been depriving myself of sleep lately. That plays a part in it.
And thanks too: tuulilukko, Silverchick, skipastarseeker & lossencarwen ravenwolf :)
another note: I have written a rather dark SS/HG story read and review if you dare.
Hermione had finished her minimal Auror training and now devoted her time between her exams and her work with Flitwick. Snape had dropped her for unknown reasons and Hermione didn't press it.
He walked the halls heading up to the great hall, there were no students in his sights and he wouldn't have cared anyways. he took his place at the end of the high table and looked at the remaining students. Enough had stayed to fill one of the house tables. oddly enough none of them were Slytherin.
***
Hermione had finished her meal and sat with Harry, Ron and Ginny at the Gryffindor table. She had finished reading the letter from Oliver, wishing her a happy holiday and so on and so forth.
"Hermione, I am telling you that the boy is gay," Ginny said after hermione set the letter down.
"He is not, he can't be," Hermione blushed remembering the week the two had spent literally in bed over the last summer holidays. "I mean why would he date me if he was?"
"I bet you one Galleon that the boy will turn up with some cute boy on his arm one of these days." Ginny held out her hand.
"You have yourself a bet," Hermione took Ginny's hand in her own and snook it.
Ron and Harry shook their heads, "Girls," Ron said shaking his head.
Harry didn't say much he was watching Ginny and thinking how pretty she was. Hermione caught his look and nudged him with her foot. He broke his look and scowled at her. "Keep that up harry and You'll be looking like ole Snape soon," Ron replied then laughed.
Hermione turned her attention back to the rest of her letters and ignored her friends comment.
****
Another Deatheaters meeting took place the next night. Severus returned bruised and thankfully not bloody, and stumbled back to his chambers. He took off his cloak and shirt and looked at the crisscrossing marks that covered his shoulders. Looked at the wound in the mirror in the bathroom.
Voldemort had thought it funny to have him whipped that night. Severus was thankful that it hadn't led to the Cruciatus. He didn't know how long he would be able to lie and say that nothing was going on at the school. They were almost prepared to go out and find the dark lord themselves. Yet he lied time and time, again saying that they hadn't done anything else.
One day, he told himself, he would face he demons. face them and kill them, he told himself. It wouldn't matter if i died either, he thought, I have done too much too be redeemed even by Dumbledore.
He cleaned his wounds the best he could and sat down with his bottle of fire whiskey. Tonight he would drink himself into a stupor, his liver be damned.
****
Hermione sat with Ginny in the gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron were playing a game of wizards chess. "Ginny, I don't know, but why is it I always get Quidditch players?"
"I dunno, why is it?" She smiled, "It may be that you have to find someone older and who's not into the Sport,"
Great, Hermione thought, that leaves practically no one. "That's not really a bloody help Gin. That's practically telling me to marry a muggle,"
"It won't come down to that, you're young. And look on the bright side all of that money you have saved at Gringotts, you can travel around for a while,"
Hermione wasn't sure that she wanted to travel around to find someone she could be compatible with. "It's just that my standards are so high that I don't think there is anyone who could fit them,"
"Well tell me a few of them," Ginny was curious now.
"Tall, dark, handsome, mysterious, intelligent, likes books, preferably a few years older than me, Preferably a wizard. Hmmm let's see what else?" she couldn't help but picture Professor snape when she thought of this.
"Well that does ut you in a bit of a bunch," Ginny said, She had also pictured professor Snape but she didn't dare say that out loud. "You'll find someone,"
"New year new possibilities." Hermione said shrugging. She wouldn't bother with her little list anymore. She had work to do and that would keep her mind on track.
TBC?
A/N: Sorry for the short chapters, but this is the best way for me to write this particular story. Thanks for all of the reviews.
fleur-delacour: I don't know if this story is better, I hadn't planned on posting it. It was originally to help me clear up some of my thoughts about I, Snape. But I am glad you like it.
Zoe: thanks a bunch, as for my spelling, I've been depriving myself of sleep lately. That plays a part in it.
And thanks too: tuulilukko, Silverchick, skipastarseeker & lossencarwen ravenwolf :)
another note: I have written a rather dark SS/HG story read and review if you dare.