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Author's notes: I decided that if i keep doing the 'Mione/Draco thing over and over again, it's bound to get old....so i've decided to bring a little snape into this, heh heh...oohhhie, hugs to blizzard, shadow violet212, Hermione18, not sure yet, Jen Drake, celena, aznlady, Joy, karuluvjessrory, Mjade, Deeta, and Sila-chan! oh, and sila-chan, i'm not sure if you've read my other fic on my other pen name that has the same name as this one (whew, that's kinda complicated, heehee) i couldn't think of a good name for this one and i liked this particular phrase...so i just used it again :) that's what you might have read....oh, and btw, the other fic with the same name is lotr, not hp :) okie? okie then! thanks so much for reviewing, everyone!
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Snape walked down the hallway towards his office in the dungeon. How dare Draco get himself mixed up with a Gryffindor? Not that he had any problem with Gryffindors. He felt something in his heart, like it was starting to twist into itself. He shook his head and kept striding forward with a purpose. No, it wasn't that he had anything against Gryffindors, except for the fact that every single one of them tried to be so noble. They should just shut up and take things the way they are. They are so naive in this world, he mused. If they don't wake up, they're bound to get hurt. Snape was merely worried about them. Though he may not like every student, he got somewhat attached to each of them and would not be able to stand it if anything happened to them, especially Draco. He was the most worried about him. If any word got out about Hermione and Draco, someone was bound to go to Lucius and tell. Then Draco would be in some deep trouble. Snape stopped. He had to teach Draco a lesson, to keep him from Hermione.
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"Draco Malfoy," said Snape. "I would like to talk to you." Draco jumped up from a common room chair.
"Let's head to my office," he suggested. They never got that far. They were down in the hallways of the dungeons where the only lights were torches. Shadows lurked right behind a corner, like nightmare demons that had somehow escaped from your mind and was wandering through the corridors of Hogwarts.
"What were you thinking?" Snape hissed. Draco stepped back, slightly.
"I was only having fun," he answered back, surprised.
"Only fun? Only fun?! Draco! The minute this gets to your father, you know he will..."
"I can talk reason into him, Professor," said Draco, his voice growing cold. "It was just fun, nothing more."
"Was it?" Draco stopped. Was it?
"I can take care of myself, but thank you for all the help," said Draco, sarcastically. Out of nowhere, Snape's fist appeared and punched Draco hard in the jaw.
"What the-" Draco was stunned. Teachers never hit students. If someone saw, Snape would be fired.
"You need to know what will happen when your father finds out, Draco," Snape said, harshly. He punched Draco several times more until he was on the ground on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. His ribs felt bruised.
"Draco," Snape said, softly. "I have to protect you. You know you're father won't stop after a couple of hits. He won't stop until you're dead in a ditch. No one defiles the family name and if Lucius has to kill his own son to keep the name pure, he will do that." Snape helped Draco up but the minute he was standing, Draco pushed Snape away.
"You sick bastard," he muttered. Draco limped down the hallway leaving Snape in the dark corridor.
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Draco was trying to make sense of what happened. How could he dare to have hit him? Obviously he dared...and he did. Malfoy didn't know how this had happened but he was suddenly standing in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. Obviously the Hogwarts castle knew to put people where they belonged...
"Knock, dear," said the Fat Lady, giggling. She hadn't had such a cute boy standing in front of her before. She quickly opened her fan with a snap and covered her smile with it.
"Thank you," said Draco, still dazed. The Fat Lady tittered.
"I would just let you in, but I'm afraid that's strictly against the rules, especially since you're the most notorious Slytherin." She shook her head. "No, I just can't even if you are the cutest thing I've ever seen." Draco nodded distractedly. He knocked on the side of the portrait.
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Hermione was studying hard. Trying to tutor Draco and juggling all of her classes were starting to become harder than she had thought it would be. It was getting dark. She was pretty sure Harry and Ron will soon be back with red noses and wind blown hair, smelling like fresh air. It was getting too dark to practice Quidditch; Hermione hoped they'd hurry back soon, she was starting to get bored. Knock knock. She jumped slightly. No one else was in the common room except for her. Who on earth would be knocking? Probably Neville who forgot the password again. She swung open the portrait door to find Draco in front of it, looking battered and tired.
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When the door swung open and Hermione was standing there, Draco felt as if a light was shining from behind her, a heavenly angel descending from the heavens. Hmm, Snape couldn't have possibly hit him that hard... The side of Draco's face throbbed and his ribs felt like they were on fire.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered. She walked out and the portrait door swung shut behind her.
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Had he gotten into a fight? wondered Hermione.
"What happened?" she asked, quietly. Draco shook his head.
"I can't tell you here." Draco looked from side to side, looking nervous. Hermione tugged on his sleeve and after popping her head through the portrait hole and making sure no one was there, she pulled him inside after her and hurried quickly to Hermione's bedroom. At times like these, the prefect private rooms were very convenient. Hermione lighted a few candles for light and sat down on her bed.
"Well?" Hermione perched on her bed, legs crossed, chin in her hands, big brown eyes looking fully at Draco. Draco looked around.
"The Gryffindor prefect room is better than the Slytherin one," he commented. When he saw that Hermione obviously wouldn't be distracted, he sighed.
"It was Snape," he finally said. Hermione took a sharp breath.
"A professor hit you?" she asked, increduously.
"He's protecting me, Hermione." Draco vainly tried to defend Snape. The shock of the attack had worn off and somehow, Draco could vaguely see where Snape was coming from.
"My father would hurt me a lot more, he's trying to keep me from...doing more entertaining things with you."
"I tutor you," said Hermione, obviously disgusted by Snape's beliefs and actions.
"We didn't exactly act that way in class, did we?" Draco asked.
"But it doesn't matter how we acted. Nothing happened." Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Nothing happened?" he asked. Hermione looked down. She obviously didn't think it was nothing...
"I felt something, Hermione, in the empty classroom, and I know you felt it too."
"Who knows what we felt, Draco."
"I don't know, but I know it wasn't nothing." Suddenly, there was the sound of the portrait door being swung open then closed.
"'Mione!" Ron's voice called.
"Shit," Hermione muttered. Draco looked at Hermione, startled.
"Don't worry," said Hermione, thinking quickly. She blew out all the candles and motioned Draco to be quiet.
"If they think that I'm asleep, then they won't bother me," she whispered. Then, she touched something on the wall next to her bed and flicked something off. They sat in tense silence for seconds that just s t r e t c h e d to eternity....
"What was that?" asked Draco, as Harry's and Ron's footsteps faded away.
"Sound bug," said Hermione. "I have one in my room and Harry and Ron have one next to their beds. We can talk to each other in our rooms, it's very convenient if McGonagall does an impromptu lights out and we still want to talk."
"Oh." Draco suddenly felt shut out, shut out of the golden group. Their eyes started to adjust to the dim light and Hermione opened the curtains to let more moonlight in.
"Let's see what damage Snape did." Hermione practically spat the name out. She drew her wand and whispered a simple healing spell and the bruise on Draco's jaw disappeared.
"God," said Draco, amazed. "Why don't they ever teach us something like that?"
"Where else?" asked Hermione. She had suddenly turned into a saint with a mission, hard faced with determined eyes.
"My ribs but it's okay." Hermione gently prodded them through his sweater with her wand.
"Does that hurt?" she asked.
"Yes," Draco admitted. Hermione helped Draco pull off his sweater and she lifted his shirt to reveal purple bruises like violet petals standing out against his pale skin, washing silver in the moonlight. Hermione healed them too.
"Good thing they weren't broken," she muttered. "I think you've got some more on your side and back too." Draco ended up taking off his shirt and tossing it on the ground and Hermione tried to heal him the best she could.
"You're still going to be sore," she said. "But it's going to be okay in a couple of days."
"Thanks Hermione, really." Draco looked at Hermione and suddenly, they both noticed that they were sitting on a bed, dark, and alone. Hermione slightly bit her lip and Draco leaned down and kissed her. Better than I remembered it to be, thought Hermione. Draco pressed her down onto the bed and inside her head, fireworks were exploding. It felt like faeries were doing a mad dance in her head, icy fire raced through her veins. But when Draco started to unbutton her sweater, Hermione stopped him.
"Draco," she said, softly. Draco was smart and he knew when not to push. If there was anything he knew from being with Pansy, it was not to push a girl. If he did, things could get ugly. He only kissed Hermione softly again then pulled on his shirt and sweater. Hermione checked to see if anyone was in the common room and told Draco to hurry and go. He left and Hermione walked over to her bed and collapsed on it. Wow. That was amazing, she thought. Who knew from all the people she could end up with, it would be Draco? Was this really even happening? For all she knew, Draco might even just be playing. her. But then Hermione remembered his bruises. No, he wasn't playing her, but Hermione still wondered if Draco really felt that light-headedness and short breath, and fireworks that she felt or if he was just caught up in the moment. Her mind lingered back to the bruises and she stood up, determined. There was a certain professor she needed to deal with.
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Snape had finally pulled himself back together and was turning the corner to get to his office when he saw that there was someone waiting for him in front of his office door.
"Meetings only by schedule," he snapped.
"I don't think so," hissed a voice back, just as angrily. The wild brown hair, thin, tall, it was Hermione. Snape wondered what had happened to bring her here.
"I have a problem, Professor," said Hermione, in a mock, hurt voice. Snape ran his fingers through his black hair. It was too late for this.
"What, Ms. Granger," he asked.
"I have a problem with your discipline," she snapped. "What the hell were you thinking, Professor? I could turn you in right now and you'd get fired before you could say 'bloody hell'."
"The boy needs to know where his boundaries are," said Snape, tiredly.
"The 'boy' needs someone to trust."
"Don't get yourself mixed up with the Malfoys, Hermione, you're only asking for trouble."
"And you would know this how?"
"You're danger to him, Hermione. The minute his father finds out, he will kill Draco." Hermione suddenly remembered what Draco had said in their first session. That his father would kill him if he failed. So that would mean that Lucius could kill for other reasons too?
"His own son?" she asked.
"Nothing matters to him," Snape said, spitting out the words harshly. "Only his reputation matters to him. I'm more of a father to the young Malfoy than Lucius ever will be." Hermione started to calm down, started to understand.
"But you're protecting him in all the wrong ways."
"I'm trying, don't you see that? I'm trying everything I can possibly do to keep that boy alive until he can live on his own." Snape rubbed his temples. Hermione suddenly did something out of impulse. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Draco has the right to live, Lucius shouldn't take that away from him." Snape looked at Hermione surprised.
"Keep things quiet," he said. "You might do something good in his life, but don't end his life before he's ready to."
"I'm not planning to, sir," Hermione whispered. When Snape pulled her into a hug, Hermione didn't pull back.
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* awww...so snape's a softie! heehee...i made him nice 'cuz i think alan rickman in dogma was sooo hilarious and since he's snape and i like him so yeah...there you go... heehee
Author's notes: I decided that if i keep doing the 'Mione/Draco thing over and over again, it's bound to get old....so i've decided to bring a little snape into this, heh heh...oohhhie, hugs to blizzard, shadow violet212, Hermione18, not sure yet, Jen Drake, celena, aznlady, Joy, karuluvjessrory, Mjade, Deeta, and Sila-chan! oh, and sila-chan, i'm not sure if you've read my other fic on my other pen name that has the same name as this one (whew, that's kinda complicated, heehee) i couldn't think of a good name for this one and i liked this particular phrase...so i just used it again :) that's what you might have read....oh, and btw, the other fic with the same name is lotr, not hp :) okie? okie then! thanks so much for reviewing, everyone!
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Snape walked down the hallway towards his office in the dungeon. How dare Draco get himself mixed up with a Gryffindor? Not that he had any problem with Gryffindors. He felt something in his heart, like it was starting to twist into itself. He shook his head and kept striding forward with a purpose. No, it wasn't that he had anything against Gryffindors, except for the fact that every single one of them tried to be so noble. They should just shut up and take things the way they are. They are so naive in this world, he mused. If they don't wake up, they're bound to get hurt. Snape was merely worried about them. Though he may not like every student, he got somewhat attached to each of them and would not be able to stand it if anything happened to them, especially Draco. He was the most worried about him. If any word got out about Hermione and Draco, someone was bound to go to Lucius and tell. Then Draco would be in some deep trouble. Snape stopped. He had to teach Draco a lesson, to keep him from Hermione.
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"Draco Malfoy," said Snape. "I would like to talk to you." Draco jumped up from a common room chair.
"Let's head to my office," he suggested. They never got that far. They were down in the hallways of the dungeons where the only lights were torches. Shadows lurked right behind a corner, like nightmare demons that had somehow escaped from your mind and was wandering through the corridors of Hogwarts.
"What were you thinking?" Snape hissed. Draco stepped back, slightly.
"I was only having fun," he answered back, surprised.
"Only fun? Only fun?! Draco! The minute this gets to your father, you know he will..."
"I can talk reason into him, Professor," said Draco, his voice growing cold. "It was just fun, nothing more."
"Was it?" Draco stopped. Was it?
"I can take care of myself, but thank you for all the help," said Draco, sarcastically. Out of nowhere, Snape's fist appeared and punched Draco hard in the jaw.
"What the-" Draco was stunned. Teachers never hit students. If someone saw, Snape would be fired.
"You need to know what will happen when your father finds out, Draco," Snape said, harshly. He punched Draco several times more until he was on the ground on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. His ribs felt bruised.
"Draco," Snape said, softly. "I have to protect you. You know you're father won't stop after a couple of hits. He won't stop until you're dead in a ditch. No one defiles the family name and if Lucius has to kill his own son to keep the name pure, he will do that." Snape helped Draco up but the minute he was standing, Draco pushed Snape away.
"You sick bastard," he muttered. Draco limped down the hallway leaving Snape in the dark corridor.
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Draco was trying to make sense of what happened. How could he dare to have hit him? Obviously he dared...and he did. Malfoy didn't know how this had happened but he was suddenly standing in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. Obviously the Hogwarts castle knew to put people where they belonged...
"Knock, dear," said the Fat Lady, giggling. She hadn't had such a cute boy standing in front of her before. She quickly opened her fan with a snap and covered her smile with it.
"Thank you," said Draco, still dazed. The Fat Lady tittered.
"I would just let you in, but I'm afraid that's strictly against the rules, especially since you're the most notorious Slytherin." She shook her head. "No, I just can't even if you are the cutest thing I've ever seen." Draco nodded distractedly. He knocked on the side of the portrait.
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Hermione was studying hard. Trying to tutor Draco and juggling all of her classes were starting to become harder than she had thought it would be. It was getting dark. She was pretty sure Harry and Ron will soon be back with red noses and wind blown hair, smelling like fresh air. It was getting too dark to practice Quidditch; Hermione hoped they'd hurry back soon, she was starting to get bored. Knock knock. She jumped slightly. No one else was in the common room except for her. Who on earth would be knocking? Probably Neville who forgot the password again. She swung open the portrait door to find Draco in front of it, looking battered and tired.
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When the door swung open and Hermione was standing there, Draco felt as if a light was shining from behind her, a heavenly angel descending from the heavens. Hmm, Snape couldn't have possibly hit him that hard... The side of Draco's face throbbed and his ribs felt like they were on fire.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered. She walked out and the portrait door swung shut behind her.
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Had he gotten into a fight? wondered Hermione.
"What happened?" she asked, quietly. Draco shook his head.
"I can't tell you here." Draco looked from side to side, looking nervous. Hermione tugged on his sleeve and after popping her head through the portrait hole and making sure no one was there, she pulled him inside after her and hurried quickly to Hermione's bedroom. At times like these, the prefect private rooms were very convenient. Hermione lighted a few candles for light and sat down on her bed.
"Well?" Hermione perched on her bed, legs crossed, chin in her hands, big brown eyes looking fully at Draco. Draco looked around.
"The Gryffindor prefect room is better than the Slytherin one," he commented. When he saw that Hermione obviously wouldn't be distracted, he sighed.
"It was Snape," he finally said. Hermione took a sharp breath.
"A professor hit you?" she asked, increduously.
"He's protecting me, Hermione." Draco vainly tried to defend Snape. The shock of the attack had worn off and somehow, Draco could vaguely see where Snape was coming from.
"My father would hurt me a lot more, he's trying to keep me from...doing more entertaining things with you."
"I tutor you," said Hermione, obviously disgusted by Snape's beliefs and actions.
"We didn't exactly act that way in class, did we?" Draco asked.
"But it doesn't matter how we acted. Nothing happened." Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Nothing happened?" he asked. Hermione looked down. She obviously didn't think it was nothing...
"I felt something, Hermione, in the empty classroom, and I know you felt it too."
"Who knows what we felt, Draco."
"I don't know, but I know it wasn't nothing." Suddenly, there was the sound of the portrait door being swung open then closed.
"'Mione!" Ron's voice called.
"Shit," Hermione muttered. Draco looked at Hermione, startled.
"Don't worry," said Hermione, thinking quickly. She blew out all the candles and motioned Draco to be quiet.
"If they think that I'm asleep, then they won't bother me," she whispered. Then, she touched something on the wall next to her bed and flicked something off. They sat in tense silence for seconds that just s t r e t c h e d to eternity....
"What was that?" asked Draco, as Harry's and Ron's footsteps faded away.
"Sound bug," said Hermione. "I have one in my room and Harry and Ron have one next to their beds. We can talk to each other in our rooms, it's very convenient if McGonagall does an impromptu lights out and we still want to talk."
"Oh." Draco suddenly felt shut out, shut out of the golden group. Their eyes started to adjust to the dim light and Hermione opened the curtains to let more moonlight in.
"Let's see what damage Snape did." Hermione practically spat the name out. She drew her wand and whispered a simple healing spell and the bruise on Draco's jaw disappeared.
"God," said Draco, amazed. "Why don't they ever teach us something like that?"
"Where else?" asked Hermione. She had suddenly turned into a saint with a mission, hard faced with determined eyes.
"My ribs but it's okay." Hermione gently prodded them through his sweater with her wand.
"Does that hurt?" she asked.
"Yes," Draco admitted. Hermione helped Draco pull off his sweater and she lifted his shirt to reveal purple bruises like violet petals standing out against his pale skin, washing silver in the moonlight. Hermione healed them too.
"Good thing they weren't broken," she muttered. "I think you've got some more on your side and back too." Draco ended up taking off his shirt and tossing it on the ground and Hermione tried to heal him the best she could.
"You're still going to be sore," she said. "But it's going to be okay in a couple of days."
"Thanks Hermione, really." Draco looked at Hermione and suddenly, they both noticed that they were sitting on a bed, dark, and alone. Hermione slightly bit her lip and Draco leaned down and kissed her. Better than I remembered it to be, thought Hermione. Draco pressed her down onto the bed and inside her head, fireworks were exploding. It felt like faeries were doing a mad dance in her head, icy fire raced through her veins. But when Draco started to unbutton her sweater, Hermione stopped him.
"Draco," she said, softly. Draco was smart and he knew when not to push. If there was anything he knew from being with Pansy, it was not to push a girl. If he did, things could get ugly. He only kissed Hermione softly again then pulled on his shirt and sweater. Hermione checked to see if anyone was in the common room and told Draco to hurry and go. He left and Hermione walked over to her bed and collapsed on it. Wow. That was amazing, she thought. Who knew from all the people she could end up with, it would be Draco? Was this really even happening? For all she knew, Draco might even just be playing. her. But then Hermione remembered his bruises. No, he wasn't playing her, but Hermione still wondered if Draco really felt that light-headedness and short breath, and fireworks that she felt or if he was just caught up in the moment. Her mind lingered back to the bruises and she stood up, determined. There was a certain professor she needed to deal with.
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Snape had finally pulled himself back together and was turning the corner to get to his office when he saw that there was someone waiting for him in front of his office door.
"Meetings only by schedule," he snapped.
"I don't think so," hissed a voice back, just as angrily. The wild brown hair, thin, tall, it was Hermione. Snape wondered what had happened to bring her here.
"I have a problem, Professor," said Hermione, in a mock, hurt voice. Snape ran his fingers through his black hair. It was too late for this.
"What, Ms. Granger," he asked.
"I have a problem with your discipline," she snapped. "What the hell were you thinking, Professor? I could turn you in right now and you'd get fired before you could say 'bloody hell'."
"The boy needs to know where his boundaries are," said Snape, tiredly.
"The 'boy' needs someone to trust."
"Don't get yourself mixed up with the Malfoys, Hermione, you're only asking for trouble."
"And you would know this how?"
"You're danger to him, Hermione. The minute his father finds out, he will kill Draco." Hermione suddenly remembered what Draco had said in their first session. That his father would kill him if he failed. So that would mean that Lucius could kill for other reasons too?
"His own son?" she asked.
"Nothing matters to him," Snape said, spitting out the words harshly. "Only his reputation matters to him. I'm more of a father to the young Malfoy than Lucius ever will be." Hermione started to calm down, started to understand.
"But you're protecting him in all the wrong ways."
"I'm trying, don't you see that? I'm trying everything I can possibly do to keep that boy alive until he can live on his own." Snape rubbed his temples. Hermione suddenly did something out of impulse. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Draco has the right to live, Lucius shouldn't take that away from him." Snape looked at Hermione surprised.
"Keep things quiet," he said. "You might do something good in his life, but don't end his life before he's ready to."
"I'm not planning to, sir," Hermione whispered. When Snape pulled her into a hug, Hermione didn't pull back.
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* awww...so snape's a softie! heehee...i made him nice 'cuz i think alan rickman in dogma was sooo hilarious and since he's snape and i like him so yeah...there you go... heehee