Disclaimer: No one belongs to me, they all belong to J.K. Rowling.
Author's Notes: Aw, jeebus, i knew this was going to happen if i did this...everyone who is complaining about how disgusting snape and hermione is...READ ON and you can keep ur stomachs! heehee... oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed (feeling too lazy to type them out)!
A little paint to cover what's deep inside,
A little truth, you know we all want to hide,
Well I'm trying, I'm trying to get to you
But you're telling me like you always do, you say
Don't hate me, 'cause I'm just that good
-The Calling
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Snape leaned down and kissed Hermione on the forehead, gently. Hermione suddenly felt warm and protected. Was this what the Slytherins felt? Is this why they idolized him so much? Not because he was so snappy all the time, because he had a sort of parental warmth? She knew that many Slytherins had come from broken homes or unloving parents. Was Snape the closest thing they ever had to a father? Hermione hugged Snape tightly.
"Keep Draco safe, don't go killing him off," Snape warned. "I love that boy and I've kept him alive too many years to see that thrown away by some silly girl who got him distracted." Hermione giggled slightly, her laughed muffled in the folds of Snape's robes.
"I'm serious," said Snape.
"Then why doesn't Lucius kill you instead?" asked Hermione.
"He can't," Snape said, sounding almost relieved. "Dumbledore has his hand on my shoulder and Lucius knows that." Hermione wondered what Snape could have possibly done to have Dumbledore completely on his side but she didn't press him.
"Thank you," she whispered. "He may need a friend but he needs a father to love him more." Snape frowned.
"It's late, if any of the prefects catch you, you'll have points taken from Gryffindor."
"I am a prefect." Snape looked surprised.
"All of you have grown up so fast." Snape almost sounded like a grandfather who was talking regretfully to his grandchildren. Hermione raised her eyebrows. Sure Snape wanting to protect Draco was reasonable but she didn't know his softness spread to even...Gryffindors. Suddenly Snape scowled, his old sourness back.
"Thank God too," he said. "I wouldn't have been able to stand more of you." Hermione grinned.
"G'nite to you too, Professor Snape." Snape waved distractedly, heading into his office.
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Hermione went back the the Gryffindor common room, wanting so much to tell someone, anyone, of Snape's ability to love. Everyone believed him to be some loveless guy who's life revolved around torturing students but he was different, waaaay different from that. The common room was dark except for a fireplace and seemingly empty but....
"Where were you?" asked Harry. He was curled up on a large, velvet red armchair, a crimson blanket draped around him for warmth. The nights were getting cooler these days.
"I...was....out."
"Hermione," Harry said, frowning. "Ron and I are worried about you. You've never skipped class and never wandered the halls of Hogwarts after dark, unless with us of course, and now you won't even tell me the truth."
"I couldn't sleep," she snapped. "I needed a walk."
"Is there something you need to share, Hermione?" Harry asked softly. Damn, he was good, thought Hermione. He was really good. Harry had a way of prying out someone's secrets and the other person would never know. He'd just look at you with those piercing green eyes until you start to babble all of your thoughts out. But not this time. Never.
"It's late and I'm tired, Harry, good night." Hermione turned and walked up the winding stairs to her room before she could catch a glimpse of Harry's hurt face. When Hermione reached her room, she wiggled her toes into her fur rug, sighing. It was late and she was tired. Too much had happened that night. She collapsed onto her bed and suddenly jolted right back up. She grabbed a pillow and smelled it deeply, sure enough, it smelt like Draco. Hermione slowly leaned back down and clutched the pillow. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, dreaming of roses and cosmic sugar plums.
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"I'm bored, teacher," said Draco, raising his eyebrows at Hermione. It was another tutoring session, another useless tutoring session actually.
"I'm your tutor, not a dancing bear," said Hermione, sounding more irratated than she actually felt.
"Oh let's go to class. I wouldn't want to miss another great history lecture." Hermione groaned.
"What? You don't love history? I thought you loved every subject," said Draco, acting surprised.
"Everything we've studied is about the wrong moves someone makes and how everyone else has to try and fix it."
"Does the professor know how you feel?" Hermione shrugged.
"I don't think Professor Binns really cares." Draco shrugged.
"What?" demanded Hermione. "What do you expect me to do?" Draco only shrugged again with a slight smile on his face. Hermione groaned and pulled him by the arm, trying to ignore the sparks she felt when she made contact with him.
"Come on, Granger, this is a one hundred percent cashemere sweater, worth at least ten galleons," said Draco, ruining what had started to become a dangerously civil conversation. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"It's okay," she said. "Daddy can buy you a new one if this one gets stretched out of shape."
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Draco didn't know how he'd face his savior again. When he thought about the night before, Draco felt uncomfortable. He knew that somehow Hermione had dealt with Snape. He was like a princess trapped in a tower, abused by his stepmother while Hermione went out to slay the demons and come back, ablaze in glory. But would they live happily ever after? Draco thought about that sweetness he felt and tasted when he kissed Hermione and he couldn't help but let a smile creep onto his usually bored expression. Bored? Yesterday definately was not boring. Something had just clicked there and Draco couldn't help wanting to explore that connection a little deeper...without thinking, he walked into Professor Binn's class and sat down right next to Hermione. People around them looked at Hermione and Draco interestedly. Shit, Draco thought. How the hell was he supposed to explain this?
"So Granger, you think you might be able to bring up my grades?" he asked loudly. Hermione stared hard at him. Draco tried to show her that he was only trying to cover for his mistake. He wasn't sure whether he had mentally given that message to Hermione or not, her dark eyes were to emotionless to tell.
"You might be able to actually pass, Draco," she answered, equally loud. Her voice dripped boredom. "Without your daddy paying you through. All you have to do is study harder...and quit checking yourself out in the mirror." A low ripple of giggles washed through the Gryffindors. Draco leaned back on his chair, undisturbed. He had set himself up for that. But he caught sight of the smirking Gryffindors and felt anger flare up. It was going to be a long class.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Professor Binns looked up distractedly and called everyone to class. He immediately launched into a lecture of Bogwins, a wizard who made the fatal mistake of letting Yvulda the Third take care of his goats. In time, Yvulda, backed by an army of angry goats, led a rebellion against Bogwins, overthrowing him.
"What do you think of Bogwins, Ms. Granger?" asked Professor Binns, eagerly, waiting for another one of Hermione's insightful thoughts. Before she could stop, Hermione said, "Personally, Professor Binns, with all due respect, I think that Bogwins was a dipshit." There, she had put exactly what she felt into words. She gave Draco a sidelong glance and found that he was looking at her, impressed.
"Can you verify that statement, Ms. Granger?" Professor Binns lips were pulled tight and he didn't look happy. Hermione shrugged.
"I was just thinking that it would be nice to study someone smart for a change. All we ever study are people who make silly mistakes. Why not study someone with wisdom so we can learn from them and not from their mistakes?" The class stared, stunned, at Hermione. Then, amazingly, Professor Binns nodded and clapped softly with his ghost hands.
"Well put, Hermione," he said. "Maybe you can come up with someone admirable for us to study next." Hermione nodded.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well, it started out okay," said Draco. He laughed slightly. "A dipshit, that was classic."
"I did what you told me to do-"
"But somehow you manage to turn things your way. Only Hermione Granger could do that." And it was true. Only she could, with her magic touch, change something foul into something desirable. She turns sickness into pleasure, garbage into gold. She was King Midas but she would never make the foolish mistake Midas had. She would continue to be a goddess, above the normal crowd. Draco almost felt a pang. Would someone such as she ever desire anything? Well, someone's getting poetic lately...
"It's a gift," said Hermione, with a grin. Draco shrugged and quickly walked in front of her.
"Divination next," he said. Hermione looked at Draco's back, which was rapidly disappearing through throngs of Hogwarts students.
"Next session, don't be late." Draco slightly waved without turning and completely disappeared. Hermione still hadn't gone back to Divination classes ever since that time she walked out in her fourth year. She still thought it was a bunch of crap and she sure wasn't heading back to Professor Trelawny anytime soon. She started towards the library to catch up on her studying.
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"What has gotten into you, 'Mione?" asked Ron. He was bewildered. "First you skip class, then you stay out late, now you're swearing to the profs?"
"I'm just doing what I feel like doing," siad Hermione. She took a big bite out of her sandwich and refused to say anymore. Ron just shook his head and gathered his things.
"Coming Harry?"
"In a minute." Harry turned to Ron and gave Hermione a look.
"Well? What are you hiding, Hermione? I know you're hiding something."
"Don't hate me Harry," said Hermione, with a shrug. "But I'm not going to tell you because there's nothing to tell." And I'm just that good, she thought. Harry looked completely taken aback.
"When you feel like talking to me, you know I'll be around." He patted Hermione on the shoulder and left, walking after Ron. Hermione watched him go, feeling a little lonely. She felt hands on her shoulders and Hermione whirled around. It was Draco.
"Where's the rest of the golden group?" he questioned. Hermione shrugged again.
"I don't know. Gone." Draco gave her his melting smile. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hmm..how 'bout another lesson then?"
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*Hermione's certainly letting her hair down...and looksee? I hope you guys didn't mind this sorta boring chappy...the next one's gonna be better :) the yule ball's coming up...and everyone's gonna wonder...what goes on after the actual ball? heehee...i hope u guys are liking this so far... :) thanks for readings!
Author's Notes: Aw, jeebus, i knew this was going to happen if i did this...everyone who is complaining about how disgusting snape and hermione is...READ ON and you can keep ur stomachs! heehee... oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed (feeling too lazy to type them out)!
A little paint to cover what's deep inside,
A little truth, you know we all want to hide,
Well I'm trying, I'm trying to get to you
But you're telling me like you always do, you say
Don't hate me, 'cause I'm just that good
-The Calling
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Snape leaned down and kissed Hermione on the forehead, gently. Hermione suddenly felt warm and protected. Was this what the Slytherins felt? Is this why they idolized him so much? Not because he was so snappy all the time, because he had a sort of parental warmth? She knew that many Slytherins had come from broken homes or unloving parents. Was Snape the closest thing they ever had to a father? Hermione hugged Snape tightly.
"Keep Draco safe, don't go killing him off," Snape warned. "I love that boy and I've kept him alive too many years to see that thrown away by some silly girl who got him distracted." Hermione giggled slightly, her laughed muffled in the folds of Snape's robes.
"I'm serious," said Snape.
"Then why doesn't Lucius kill you instead?" asked Hermione.
"He can't," Snape said, sounding almost relieved. "Dumbledore has his hand on my shoulder and Lucius knows that." Hermione wondered what Snape could have possibly done to have Dumbledore completely on his side but she didn't press him.
"Thank you," she whispered. "He may need a friend but he needs a father to love him more." Snape frowned.
"It's late, if any of the prefects catch you, you'll have points taken from Gryffindor."
"I am a prefect." Snape looked surprised.
"All of you have grown up so fast." Snape almost sounded like a grandfather who was talking regretfully to his grandchildren. Hermione raised her eyebrows. Sure Snape wanting to protect Draco was reasonable but she didn't know his softness spread to even...Gryffindors. Suddenly Snape scowled, his old sourness back.
"Thank God too," he said. "I wouldn't have been able to stand more of you." Hermione grinned.
"G'nite to you too, Professor Snape." Snape waved distractedly, heading into his office.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione went back the the Gryffindor common room, wanting so much to tell someone, anyone, of Snape's ability to love. Everyone believed him to be some loveless guy who's life revolved around torturing students but he was different, waaaay different from that. The common room was dark except for a fireplace and seemingly empty but....
"Where were you?" asked Harry. He was curled up on a large, velvet red armchair, a crimson blanket draped around him for warmth. The nights were getting cooler these days.
"I...was....out."
"Hermione," Harry said, frowning. "Ron and I are worried about you. You've never skipped class and never wandered the halls of Hogwarts after dark, unless with us of course, and now you won't even tell me the truth."
"I couldn't sleep," she snapped. "I needed a walk."
"Is there something you need to share, Hermione?" Harry asked softly. Damn, he was good, thought Hermione. He was really good. Harry had a way of prying out someone's secrets and the other person would never know. He'd just look at you with those piercing green eyes until you start to babble all of your thoughts out. But not this time. Never.
"It's late and I'm tired, Harry, good night." Hermione turned and walked up the winding stairs to her room before she could catch a glimpse of Harry's hurt face. When Hermione reached her room, she wiggled her toes into her fur rug, sighing. It was late and she was tired. Too much had happened that night. She collapsed onto her bed and suddenly jolted right back up. She grabbed a pillow and smelled it deeply, sure enough, it smelt like Draco. Hermione slowly leaned back down and clutched the pillow. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, dreaming of roses and cosmic sugar plums.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I'm bored, teacher," said Draco, raising his eyebrows at Hermione. It was another tutoring session, another useless tutoring session actually.
"I'm your tutor, not a dancing bear," said Hermione, sounding more irratated than she actually felt.
"Oh let's go to class. I wouldn't want to miss another great history lecture." Hermione groaned.
"What? You don't love history? I thought you loved every subject," said Draco, acting surprised.
"Everything we've studied is about the wrong moves someone makes and how everyone else has to try and fix it."
"Does the professor know how you feel?" Hermione shrugged.
"I don't think Professor Binns really cares." Draco shrugged.
"What?" demanded Hermione. "What do you expect me to do?" Draco only shrugged again with a slight smile on his face. Hermione groaned and pulled him by the arm, trying to ignore the sparks she felt when she made contact with him.
"Come on, Granger, this is a one hundred percent cashemere sweater, worth at least ten galleons," said Draco, ruining what had started to become a dangerously civil conversation. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"It's okay," she said. "Daddy can buy you a new one if this one gets stretched out of shape."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco didn't know how he'd face his savior again. When he thought about the night before, Draco felt uncomfortable. He knew that somehow Hermione had dealt with Snape. He was like a princess trapped in a tower, abused by his stepmother while Hermione went out to slay the demons and come back, ablaze in glory. But would they live happily ever after? Draco thought about that sweetness he felt and tasted when he kissed Hermione and he couldn't help but let a smile creep onto his usually bored expression. Bored? Yesterday definately was not boring. Something had just clicked there and Draco couldn't help wanting to explore that connection a little deeper...without thinking, he walked into Professor Binn's class and sat down right next to Hermione. People around them looked at Hermione and Draco interestedly. Shit, Draco thought. How the hell was he supposed to explain this?
"So Granger, you think you might be able to bring up my grades?" he asked loudly. Hermione stared hard at him. Draco tried to show her that he was only trying to cover for his mistake. He wasn't sure whether he had mentally given that message to Hermione or not, her dark eyes were to emotionless to tell.
"You might be able to actually pass, Draco," she answered, equally loud. Her voice dripped boredom. "Without your daddy paying you through. All you have to do is study harder...and quit checking yourself out in the mirror." A low ripple of giggles washed through the Gryffindors. Draco leaned back on his chair, undisturbed. He had set himself up for that. But he caught sight of the smirking Gryffindors and felt anger flare up. It was going to be a long class.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Professor Binns looked up distractedly and called everyone to class. He immediately launched into a lecture of Bogwins, a wizard who made the fatal mistake of letting Yvulda the Third take care of his goats. In time, Yvulda, backed by an army of angry goats, led a rebellion against Bogwins, overthrowing him.
"What do you think of Bogwins, Ms. Granger?" asked Professor Binns, eagerly, waiting for another one of Hermione's insightful thoughts. Before she could stop, Hermione said, "Personally, Professor Binns, with all due respect, I think that Bogwins was a dipshit." There, she had put exactly what she felt into words. She gave Draco a sidelong glance and found that he was looking at her, impressed.
"Can you verify that statement, Ms. Granger?" Professor Binns lips were pulled tight and he didn't look happy. Hermione shrugged.
"I was just thinking that it would be nice to study someone smart for a change. All we ever study are people who make silly mistakes. Why not study someone with wisdom so we can learn from them and not from their mistakes?" The class stared, stunned, at Hermione. Then, amazingly, Professor Binns nodded and clapped softly with his ghost hands.
"Well put, Hermione," he said. "Maybe you can come up with someone admirable for us to study next." Hermione nodded.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well, it started out okay," said Draco. He laughed slightly. "A dipshit, that was classic."
"I did what you told me to do-"
"But somehow you manage to turn things your way. Only Hermione Granger could do that." And it was true. Only she could, with her magic touch, change something foul into something desirable. She turns sickness into pleasure, garbage into gold. She was King Midas but she would never make the foolish mistake Midas had. She would continue to be a goddess, above the normal crowd. Draco almost felt a pang. Would someone such as she ever desire anything? Well, someone's getting poetic lately...
"It's a gift," said Hermione, with a grin. Draco shrugged and quickly walked in front of her.
"Divination next," he said. Hermione looked at Draco's back, which was rapidly disappearing through throngs of Hogwarts students.
"Next session, don't be late." Draco slightly waved without turning and completely disappeared. Hermione still hadn't gone back to Divination classes ever since that time she walked out in her fourth year. She still thought it was a bunch of crap and she sure wasn't heading back to Professor Trelawny anytime soon. She started towards the library to catch up on her studying.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What has gotten into you, 'Mione?" asked Ron. He was bewildered. "First you skip class, then you stay out late, now you're swearing to the profs?"
"I'm just doing what I feel like doing," siad Hermione. She took a big bite out of her sandwich and refused to say anymore. Ron just shook his head and gathered his things.
"Coming Harry?"
"In a minute." Harry turned to Ron and gave Hermione a look.
"Well? What are you hiding, Hermione? I know you're hiding something."
"Don't hate me Harry," said Hermione, with a shrug. "But I'm not going to tell you because there's nothing to tell." And I'm just that good, she thought. Harry looked completely taken aback.
"When you feel like talking to me, you know I'll be around." He patted Hermione on the shoulder and left, walking after Ron. Hermione watched him go, feeling a little lonely. She felt hands on her shoulders and Hermione whirled around. It was Draco.
"Where's the rest of the golden group?" he questioned. Hermione shrugged again.
"I don't know. Gone." Draco gave her his melting smile. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hmm..how 'bout another lesson then?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*Hermione's certainly letting her hair down...and looksee? I hope you guys didn't mind this sorta boring chappy...the next one's gonna be better :) the yule ball's coming up...and everyone's gonna wonder...what goes on after the actual ball? heehee...i hope u guys are liking this so far... :) thanks for readings!