Let me just explain something before I begin. Someone pointed out that
Draco and Hermione were acting out of character when they just began
speaking to each other. That would be the case if Draco was truly as evil
as he seemed, but I don't think that is the case. I believe that both were
actually scared to be there, and seeing a familiar face inside a very un-
firmiuar surrounding would in a way make one cling to the other.
By the way. All over fanfiction.net I keep seeing references to WIKTT. Would someone please explain to me what this is and where all these challenges come from. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 7
Hermione was just off of having a nervous breakdown.
She found herself in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, not remembering anything. In a rush everything filled her head leaving a stitch of anguish.
She didn't know who she was anymore. She didn't know who her friends were, or, for that matter, if she even had friends any more. She was completely lost in her life. He mind betrayed her and her body betrayed her. Her mother betrayed her. But who was she. She was nobody. She didn't matter. Just another pawn in Fate's plans. Like the wheel of fortune in a deck of tarot cards. You never knew where it would land, sending you that way, only to be turned again and sent the other way.
She left the hospital wing, never liking to be confined to one place and walked around the school, just able to keep from breaking down. She felt so very alone.
The sun was shining brightly, it was as if it was scorning her, so somehow Hermione found her way into the lower levels of the school, a level of two below her potions classroom.
Being were she was, Hermione didn't expect anyone to meet up with her, so when her shoulder brushed up agenst another's, she sobbed out loud and not even looking to see who it was, finally broke down.
She slid down the wall, hands coming to rest around her knees. She rocked back and forth sobbing intently, shaking her head as if something was in there she was trying to get out and rocking back and forth.
She had bumped into Severus Snape, it seemed. Seeing this distraught girl, he couldn't help but let his heart go out to her. She seemed to be lost in a world of emotions and powers and mainly just the scale between good and evil. He almost understood what she was going through. Almost.
Not being able to control his natural instinct, Severus bent down and put his hand on her shoulder.
Looking up and seeing this man, this once feared and idled man, she cried even harder, only to then be inloped in his arms.
She felt safe. Safer than she had felt in a long time. She let her head fall agenst his chest as she started to mutter over and over again, "I'm sorry."
He sat down and eased Hermione into his lap, allowing her to let out all she needed to let out.
Eventually she looked up, eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down her face. She looked deep into his eyes and then suddenly all traces of tears instantly vanished, eyes still locked with Severus'.
She brought up her hand to the side of his face, instantly mesmerized.
Suddenly a sharp pain shot through her head. She tried to scrambled up holding her head, but only managed to move away a few feet. Her body was becoming more and more translucent, and it hurt, like a knife stabbing threw her heart, various arrows being shot a full force into her head, body parts being ripped limb from limb.
She was almost gone, less visible than a ghost, merely a glamour in the hallway, shimmering in the torchlight.
She put her hand out, hoping to grab onto something, anything to keep her physical form balanced and came in contact with Severus' hand. She held on tightly, refusing to let go, then her form came back, shaking from the pain it refused to allow itself to succumb to. Then, finally, when her body lost it's ability to stay awake, and she fell into unconsciousness, she still refused to let go of his hand, try as he might to get it free.
::~//~::
Hermione woke up to find herself in a dark room, laying in a deep green canopy bed. Se was surprised to find herself holding the hand of her dead asleep professor. She forgot to let go and looked around the room.
She had to fix things. She was going about things all wrong. She couldn't do this. She didn't even know where her mind was going.
She looked to the side and saw her teacher, Severus Snape, sleeping in a chair beside the bed. He looked so adorable, laying there, totally vulnerable, peaceful.
It reminded her what she had done. It was then that she realized that her hand was still clasped tightly in his. It felt so.
Hermione then noticed that Severus was awake.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Miss Granger.":
"Hermione" She interrupted.
"Hermione, you have a lot of explaining to do."
Her head went downcast. "I know" She nodded in acceptance and told him about her family life. She knew he would understand. She didn't know how she knew, but she did.
Suddenly Hermione held on tighter to the hand that she had coincidentally not yet let go of, as she closed her eyes tightly. It seemed a wave of pain had overtaken her.
"She's calling to me." Hermione whispered.
"Who?"
"My mother." And in a movement that Severus found totally uncharacteristic for his strong student, she lunged forward into his lap and held on tightly, burying her head into his many folds of clothing.
"It hurts me so badly, but I don't want to go back to her. She lied to me you know. Over and over she lied, making me un-sure of who I am or what I am, but I don't want to be lied to any more. I want to know who I really am."
And then she began to cry, letting out everything that she couldn't let go of over the years. Everything that she buried deeply. Too deeply, too far away. Too dangerous.
She then felt Severus' hand on the side of her face, forcing her to look up at him, and into his deep black eyes, the eyes that she could fall into and never want to leave. His eyes.
"Listen. It's not your fault. None of anything that is happening now or anything that happened already is your fault. Do you understand?" He said in a tone of voice that was totally unlike anything she had ever heard come out of his mouth before, but she couldn't place the emotion behind it.
Hermione immediately tore her gaze away from his and backed up. Finding that at the moment her legs wouldn't support her body weight, she used the cold stone walls to support herself. To keep her upright in order to preserve her dignity.
"No! It's you who doesn't understand! I had the choice! I didn't need to do what I did! Anything that I did! Not from the day I came to this school! I had the choice to disregard my mother and chose my own path and do what I wanted to do! But I didn't. I chose the wrong path and the wrong things to do and the wrong people to consort with. And it all muddled my mind. I don't know who I am any more! It's driving me crazy. Sitting here trying to figure out where my loyalties lies, where and who I am. Am I this Hermione Granger that I played for 6 years while I was away from home or am I Hermione Twighlight, the person I was born as, or perhaps, am I Rione, this all powerful witch my distorted mother bred me to be and raised me to be. I DON'T KNOW! I'm lost and I cant find my way home."
She whispered the last sentence as she slumped to the cold floor, no longer crying, but then again she was numb. She didn't know what to feel at the moment.
Severus went over and picked Hermione up from the spot on the floor she landed and place her back on the bed she had woken up in. His bed she assumed.
"Hermione, what do you want to hear. There is nothing I can say that will make everything better. I'm not going to lie to you, and I'm not going to try and console your distraught heart. What do you want me to say?"
He wasn't exactly trying to make her feel better, only trying to make her see the facts for what they were.
"I want you to tell me that I'm not alone." Hermione whispered to Severus before letting her head fall downcast again. It was only a few moments latter when Hermione once again felt his hands under her chin, forcing her to look at his face.
"Your not alone." He whispered into her ear before leaning down and kissing her softly on the lips, not pushing his actions past that.
Then suddenly he stopped.
"Please leave." He said to her.
Before her tears were able to fall from her eyes once again, Hermione ran from the room, stumbling only once or twice, trying to get away as fast as she could.
Surprisingly Hermione felt a lot better than she did before, now sure that she would eventually find herself.
She was also bombarded with a sudden realization, a realization concerning Severus Snape, once feared potions master and teacher, now he was the one . . .
The one what . . .
He was the one putting her back together, piece by piece.
He was her savior.
He was her idol.
He was her love.
::~//~::
EclypsCC1
I finally got to some romance. This was the hardest chapter I had to write. I am so sorry that I haven't updated for so long but I had some major writers block and my mother kept on taking my keyboard and mouse away. But I finally got it up!!! Yay!
And since I am such a nice person, I made this chapter longer than most of the former ones and I put the romance in.
I have a deal for everyone. If I get 70 reviews, even if most of them are just to say you're reading this, I'll update the day it hits 70. For every 2 reviews past 70, I'll make the chapter 100 words longer than 1,000 words. Don't think of this as blackmail, just think of it as a person craving for attention.
Now for all you reviewers! Thank you:
Tara - thank you for reviewing.
To the anonamous person who doesn't have a name or forgot to put one - I'm fine, school stinks and Thanks for the extra luck you sent me.
Depth - That paragraph at the top is the explaination to Hermione and Draco acting out of character. For anything that confuses you or anybody else, please feel free to email me. I'll be happy to explain. I thrive on originalness. I really don't like my storys copying off of anyone elses cause then it makes your story hard to tell apart from the others. Thank you for yoru somewhat long review.
And to all you people who desided not to review, or in the case of me, are unable to review because of a lack of time or a lack of keyboard, I thank you for reading anyways and hope that this time you will review.
Please Review!!!!!! Review! Review!
~CiErRa~
By the way. All over fanfiction.net I keep seeing references to WIKTT. Would someone please explain to me what this is and where all these challenges come from. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 7
Hermione was just off of having a nervous breakdown.
She found herself in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, not remembering anything. In a rush everything filled her head leaving a stitch of anguish.
She didn't know who she was anymore. She didn't know who her friends were, or, for that matter, if she even had friends any more. She was completely lost in her life. He mind betrayed her and her body betrayed her. Her mother betrayed her. But who was she. She was nobody. She didn't matter. Just another pawn in Fate's plans. Like the wheel of fortune in a deck of tarot cards. You never knew where it would land, sending you that way, only to be turned again and sent the other way.
She left the hospital wing, never liking to be confined to one place and walked around the school, just able to keep from breaking down. She felt so very alone.
The sun was shining brightly, it was as if it was scorning her, so somehow Hermione found her way into the lower levels of the school, a level of two below her potions classroom.
Being were she was, Hermione didn't expect anyone to meet up with her, so when her shoulder brushed up agenst another's, she sobbed out loud and not even looking to see who it was, finally broke down.
She slid down the wall, hands coming to rest around her knees. She rocked back and forth sobbing intently, shaking her head as if something was in there she was trying to get out and rocking back and forth.
She had bumped into Severus Snape, it seemed. Seeing this distraught girl, he couldn't help but let his heart go out to her. She seemed to be lost in a world of emotions and powers and mainly just the scale between good and evil. He almost understood what she was going through. Almost.
Not being able to control his natural instinct, Severus bent down and put his hand on her shoulder.
Looking up and seeing this man, this once feared and idled man, she cried even harder, only to then be inloped in his arms.
She felt safe. Safer than she had felt in a long time. She let her head fall agenst his chest as she started to mutter over and over again, "I'm sorry."
He sat down and eased Hermione into his lap, allowing her to let out all she needed to let out.
Eventually she looked up, eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down her face. She looked deep into his eyes and then suddenly all traces of tears instantly vanished, eyes still locked with Severus'.
She brought up her hand to the side of his face, instantly mesmerized.
Suddenly a sharp pain shot through her head. She tried to scrambled up holding her head, but only managed to move away a few feet. Her body was becoming more and more translucent, and it hurt, like a knife stabbing threw her heart, various arrows being shot a full force into her head, body parts being ripped limb from limb.
She was almost gone, less visible than a ghost, merely a glamour in the hallway, shimmering in the torchlight.
She put her hand out, hoping to grab onto something, anything to keep her physical form balanced and came in contact with Severus' hand. She held on tightly, refusing to let go, then her form came back, shaking from the pain it refused to allow itself to succumb to. Then, finally, when her body lost it's ability to stay awake, and she fell into unconsciousness, she still refused to let go of his hand, try as he might to get it free.
::~//~::
Hermione woke up to find herself in a dark room, laying in a deep green canopy bed. Se was surprised to find herself holding the hand of her dead asleep professor. She forgot to let go and looked around the room.
She had to fix things. She was going about things all wrong. She couldn't do this. She didn't even know where her mind was going.
She looked to the side and saw her teacher, Severus Snape, sleeping in a chair beside the bed. He looked so adorable, laying there, totally vulnerable, peaceful.
It reminded her what she had done. It was then that she realized that her hand was still clasped tightly in his. It felt so.
Hermione then noticed that Severus was awake.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Miss Granger.":
"Hermione" She interrupted.
"Hermione, you have a lot of explaining to do."
Her head went downcast. "I know" She nodded in acceptance and told him about her family life. She knew he would understand. She didn't know how she knew, but she did.
Suddenly Hermione held on tighter to the hand that she had coincidentally not yet let go of, as she closed her eyes tightly. It seemed a wave of pain had overtaken her.
"She's calling to me." Hermione whispered.
"Who?"
"My mother." And in a movement that Severus found totally uncharacteristic for his strong student, she lunged forward into his lap and held on tightly, burying her head into his many folds of clothing.
"It hurts me so badly, but I don't want to go back to her. She lied to me you know. Over and over she lied, making me un-sure of who I am or what I am, but I don't want to be lied to any more. I want to know who I really am."
And then she began to cry, letting out everything that she couldn't let go of over the years. Everything that she buried deeply. Too deeply, too far away. Too dangerous.
She then felt Severus' hand on the side of her face, forcing her to look up at him, and into his deep black eyes, the eyes that she could fall into and never want to leave. His eyes.
"Listen. It's not your fault. None of anything that is happening now or anything that happened already is your fault. Do you understand?" He said in a tone of voice that was totally unlike anything she had ever heard come out of his mouth before, but she couldn't place the emotion behind it.
Hermione immediately tore her gaze away from his and backed up. Finding that at the moment her legs wouldn't support her body weight, she used the cold stone walls to support herself. To keep her upright in order to preserve her dignity.
"No! It's you who doesn't understand! I had the choice! I didn't need to do what I did! Anything that I did! Not from the day I came to this school! I had the choice to disregard my mother and chose my own path and do what I wanted to do! But I didn't. I chose the wrong path and the wrong things to do and the wrong people to consort with. And it all muddled my mind. I don't know who I am any more! It's driving me crazy. Sitting here trying to figure out where my loyalties lies, where and who I am. Am I this Hermione Granger that I played for 6 years while I was away from home or am I Hermione Twighlight, the person I was born as, or perhaps, am I Rione, this all powerful witch my distorted mother bred me to be and raised me to be. I DON'T KNOW! I'm lost and I cant find my way home."
She whispered the last sentence as she slumped to the cold floor, no longer crying, but then again she was numb. She didn't know what to feel at the moment.
Severus went over and picked Hermione up from the spot on the floor she landed and place her back on the bed she had woken up in. His bed she assumed.
"Hermione, what do you want to hear. There is nothing I can say that will make everything better. I'm not going to lie to you, and I'm not going to try and console your distraught heart. What do you want me to say?"
He wasn't exactly trying to make her feel better, only trying to make her see the facts for what they were.
"I want you to tell me that I'm not alone." Hermione whispered to Severus before letting her head fall downcast again. It was only a few moments latter when Hermione once again felt his hands under her chin, forcing her to look at his face.
"Your not alone." He whispered into her ear before leaning down and kissing her softly on the lips, not pushing his actions past that.
Then suddenly he stopped.
"Please leave." He said to her.
Before her tears were able to fall from her eyes once again, Hermione ran from the room, stumbling only once or twice, trying to get away as fast as she could.
Surprisingly Hermione felt a lot better than she did before, now sure that she would eventually find herself.
She was also bombarded with a sudden realization, a realization concerning Severus Snape, once feared potions master and teacher, now he was the one . . .
The one what . . .
He was the one putting her back together, piece by piece.
He was her savior.
He was her idol.
He was her love.
::~//~::
EclypsCC1
I finally got to some romance. This was the hardest chapter I had to write. I am so sorry that I haven't updated for so long but I had some major writers block and my mother kept on taking my keyboard and mouse away. But I finally got it up!!! Yay!
And since I am such a nice person, I made this chapter longer than most of the former ones and I put the romance in.
I have a deal for everyone. If I get 70 reviews, even if most of them are just to say you're reading this, I'll update the day it hits 70. For every 2 reviews past 70, I'll make the chapter 100 words longer than 1,000 words. Don't think of this as blackmail, just think of it as a person craving for attention.
Now for all you reviewers! Thank you:
Tara - thank you for reviewing.
To the anonamous person who doesn't have a name or forgot to put one - I'm fine, school stinks and Thanks for the extra luck you sent me.
Depth - That paragraph at the top is the explaination to Hermione and Draco acting out of character. For anything that confuses you or anybody else, please feel free to email me. I'll be happy to explain. I thrive on originalness. I really don't like my storys copying off of anyone elses cause then it makes your story hard to tell apart from the others. Thank you for yoru somewhat long review.
And to all you people who desided not to review, or in the case of me, are unable to review because of a lack of time or a lack of keyboard, I thank you for reading anyways and hope that this time you will review.
Please Review!!!!!! Review! Review!
~CiErRa~