A/N: Ok, here's the official thing. I did finish the story, so all I really
have to worry about is updating now. Again with the sorry but I'd just
rather get on with the story than make up a whole page full of apology
notes and stuff. So here's the story, oh yeah. It's been about two days
since the hospital visit and the desk incident.
*~*~*~*~*~* Snape POV *~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione has missed her second potions lesson since she ran off. Rumors were all over the school. The famous two-day relationship between Mr. Malfoy and Hermione was all any of the students wanted to talk about. How I wish I could shut them up. Sinister looks and glares could only go so far to shush a student.
I was sitting at my desk, grading papers from the second year students. It usually passes time and helps me worry a bit less about Hermione. I miss her so much. Now I sound like a lovesick schoolboy. I know I've been sounding like one for the past month or so but still it was so sickening. I feel like I let myself go. Made myself go all caring and such.
There was no Potions lab today, I decided a long essay due tomorrow would do those gossiping students well. Twenty-four inches on Ancient Chinese Potions. Brutal? Yes, but they all deserve it, might even do the students some good. I heard some whispering from the Gryffindor side. I lifted my head and saw Ms. Brown and Ms. Patil talking. I get up from my desk, quietly, and stride on over behind them.
"What, may I ask, is so interesting that you two Gryffindors are talking about? May I suggest something more interesting that you two can 'talk' about, how about you two failing Potions? Ah yes, then you would have to redo your sixth year all over again. Now isn't that interesting?" I threatened them.
"No, Professor Snape." Ms. Patil got out.
"Speaking without permission, Ms. Patil? 10 points from Gryffindor and another 15 for whispering to Ms. Brown when you should have been doing your homework." I said. "Just be glad I didn't fail your papers or even give you detention." I take my attention to the rest of the class. "Go back to work. There is nothing to see here except a couple of slackers." I walk off with a feeling of accomplishment. The old Snape is coming back.
I wish Hermione was here. . .
Gahhh!!!! I can't even get the woman out of my head! I swear this must be a conspiracy of some type. . .
*~*~*~*~*~* Hermione's POV *~*~*~*~*~*
I can't go back into Potions. No way no how am I going back into that dungeon. Snape has some sort of crush on me and that chat I had with Malfoy made me so confused and the possibility of him and me actually having a relationship for more than two days is way too much for me to handle alone. Maybe a pensive would work. I mean fewer thoughts on my mind. That's always some sort of plus.
Who am I kidding? You can only use them if you are over the age of 30 or have had a horrifying past. I could just get one from the shop. Lie about my age. Wizards don't have licenses, or do they? I should know this. I can't even remember a simple thing I learned when I was. Wait a second I didn't even think about it until now.
Ok now I was getting in some ideas, forget about the pensive. I was going to figure out what really happened. This year was really slow when it came to Dark Arts. Our teacher looks normal and acted normal enough. No constant vigilance shouting or a narcissist fraud or a stuttering case in a turban.
Last year was a bit of a mess. We had three different DADA teachers. One was familiar, Professor Grubbs, who substituted for Hagrid during our fourth year, and then she got a bite from a Runespoor and died. Another one was really superstitious, his name was Professor Burnstool, when the Slytherins told him the job was cursed, he ran off. The third one and last one of the year was Professor Duryea. She was like a Snape with red hair and a bit fat and no she wasn't a Weasley. She ended up being a Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban when the Dementors ran away from the Prison Island. All Duryea did was gain up on the pounds and change her hair color and her eye color. Eventually convicted for a Dementor's Kiss but was soon changed to life because well there was no Dementors to do the kiss.
Yep, last year was crazy. Lots of research and stuff. Well since no attacks or crazy demons or death threats popped up yet this year, why not do some little studying on what might have happened to Malfoy? I grabbed a few of my books and head out to the library.
I walked quickly into the library, without a sound. I snuck behind a bookshelf and set my stuff there. If Madam Prince caught me outside of class I would be in so much trouble! Points off definitely, Detention possible, actually it wasn't all that bad. I shrugged it off and began my research.
I grabbed a few books and whom do I see on the other side of the bookshelf? Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" I snap.
"Looking for you. I asked myself, 'Where do bookworms go?' and this was the only thing that popped to mind." Malfoy smirked.
"Well I don't want to talk to you or see you, ever." I emphasized 'ever'.
"Then this will most likely be the last time." Malfoy joked. I wasn't buying it. Yay for me, officially over the Slytherin!
"What do you want?" I tried to get to Malfoy's point.
"I just got out of the Hospital Wing today." Malfoy said.
"And your point is?" I was getting annoyed with this.
"Well since yesterday night I've been remembering some stuff and I was thinking you might want to know." Malfoy insisted on me asking with the tone of his voice. I let out a sigh showing him to hurry up with the information. "Well, I remember drinking some funny tasting pumpkin juice. Tasted too sweet for my likings, and when I got to my dormitory I passed out. That's all I know then I remember writing a letter, receiving a letter, your assumed letter. I remember seeing brown hair, a fight, and a snog or two. Everything else I don't remember but even the things I do remember I only have general details and they are still fuzzy as we speak. Also those actions, I felt like I was under something. Not like a spell or anything but like I was hit by lust or something."
"You just wasted a good few minutes of my life Malfoy, which makes me a bit sad. I could have spent those few minutes doing something better but no. They were with you. Now if that's all you have to say, then good bye." I walk away from the bookshelf to another section of the library.
I couldn't figure it out. Malfoy is all of a sudden remembering what's happening. And he felt like he was being controlled. No spells. All that's left is potions or something. There are still possibilities of spells because Malfoy could still be lying. But not even Malfoy could act or make up a story that clever. Too less of details but at the same time too many. Heck, why am I even trying to figure this out?
Can't those two days just disappear from everybody's memories? Can't they? Spell! Yeah a spell, maybe a forgetting charm. I do have the capabilities of doing something that strong. Then again, Dumbledore is stronger than me so he probably would still remember everything then,
My trail of thought went away when I bumped into somebody. "Blaise?" I whisper. She and a few of her Slytherin friends were skipping class, again. Why? I mean, oh heck I'm not going to even 'act' surprised. They always skip class. Heavens only know how they make it by every year.
"Oh look, its Mudblood Granger. Why aren't you in class?" She sneered.
"I have my reasons, Zambini. Just go away and leave me alone. I'm doing some important work here." I tell them. They of course, ignore me.
"We were here first! Why should we go?" Pansy Parkinson pointed out.
"Be nice Pansy. The mudblood is probably still weepy after finding out Draco only used her." Blaise had a sinister smile upon her face. Oh how I wanted to wipe it off with a punch or two.
"Shut up." I say through my gritted teeth. Oh yea, great comeback Mione.
"Oh come on. At first I thought Draco went crazy but only a day later he wrote me a letter saying he really loves me and wanted to meet me somewhere. He told me to sign your name on it just in case some other student intercepted the letter. I always knew Draco loved me, ever since Year one." Blaise swooned.
"Oh be quiet that is full of bullshit." I let out without even thinking. Did I just swear? Oh God! I never say that. What I get for being careless? Evil glares from a couple of evil ditzes.
"Oh really Mudblood? Then tell me, why did he turn to me? Why wouldn't he want to snog you instead of me? Oh wait I know the answer, because you are a Stubborn little filthy dirty Mudblood that is desperate enough to go out with somebody she turns to the first guy who is assumedly attracted to you." Blaise shot out. Ouch that hurt but she did have a point. I was so quick to accept Malfoy's offer. Blaise turned to the bookshelf and took out a book and through it at me. I ended up dropping all of my books. "There's a nice little book for you to read Mudblood. Might keep you distracted from everything around you. Let's go girls." With that, Blaise's little group went off somewhere else in the library.
"God I hate her." I said to myself. I heard the bell go off. Class was over. I picked up the books that I dropped and set off for my dormitory room. No Slytherins in Gryffindor Tower. Unless if all of a sudden hell froze over and Slytherins were now rooming up there and,
God I need to stop thinking up all of this crazy stuff. Pretty soon the Ministry will throw me in St. Mungo's. Soon I was in front of the portrait. "Figg Newton." I muttered, I then walked into my sanctuary. The common room.
A/N: Chapter 9 at last! No apology from me cuz Writer's Block is Writer's Block. It kinda just happens and is a horrible disease for any FF.net author to get. That's why I set up a hotline for FF.net authors in need to get rid of writer's block the number is 555-HELP. Donations are also accepted and will be greatly appreciated.
*~*~*~*~*~* Snape POV *~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione has missed her second potions lesson since she ran off. Rumors were all over the school. The famous two-day relationship between Mr. Malfoy and Hermione was all any of the students wanted to talk about. How I wish I could shut them up. Sinister looks and glares could only go so far to shush a student.
I was sitting at my desk, grading papers from the second year students. It usually passes time and helps me worry a bit less about Hermione. I miss her so much. Now I sound like a lovesick schoolboy. I know I've been sounding like one for the past month or so but still it was so sickening. I feel like I let myself go. Made myself go all caring and such.
There was no Potions lab today, I decided a long essay due tomorrow would do those gossiping students well. Twenty-four inches on Ancient Chinese Potions. Brutal? Yes, but they all deserve it, might even do the students some good. I heard some whispering from the Gryffindor side. I lifted my head and saw Ms. Brown and Ms. Patil talking. I get up from my desk, quietly, and stride on over behind them.
"What, may I ask, is so interesting that you two Gryffindors are talking about? May I suggest something more interesting that you two can 'talk' about, how about you two failing Potions? Ah yes, then you would have to redo your sixth year all over again. Now isn't that interesting?" I threatened them.
"No, Professor Snape." Ms. Patil got out.
"Speaking without permission, Ms. Patil? 10 points from Gryffindor and another 15 for whispering to Ms. Brown when you should have been doing your homework." I said. "Just be glad I didn't fail your papers or even give you detention." I take my attention to the rest of the class. "Go back to work. There is nothing to see here except a couple of slackers." I walk off with a feeling of accomplishment. The old Snape is coming back.
I wish Hermione was here. . .
Gahhh!!!! I can't even get the woman out of my head! I swear this must be a conspiracy of some type. . .
*~*~*~*~*~* Hermione's POV *~*~*~*~*~*
I can't go back into Potions. No way no how am I going back into that dungeon. Snape has some sort of crush on me and that chat I had with Malfoy made me so confused and the possibility of him and me actually having a relationship for more than two days is way too much for me to handle alone. Maybe a pensive would work. I mean fewer thoughts on my mind. That's always some sort of plus.
Who am I kidding? You can only use them if you are over the age of 30 or have had a horrifying past. I could just get one from the shop. Lie about my age. Wizards don't have licenses, or do they? I should know this. I can't even remember a simple thing I learned when I was. Wait a second I didn't even think about it until now.
Ok now I was getting in some ideas, forget about the pensive. I was going to figure out what really happened. This year was really slow when it came to Dark Arts. Our teacher looks normal and acted normal enough. No constant vigilance shouting or a narcissist fraud or a stuttering case in a turban.
Last year was a bit of a mess. We had three different DADA teachers. One was familiar, Professor Grubbs, who substituted for Hagrid during our fourth year, and then she got a bite from a Runespoor and died. Another one was really superstitious, his name was Professor Burnstool, when the Slytherins told him the job was cursed, he ran off. The third one and last one of the year was Professor Duryea. She was like a Snape with red hair and a bit fat and no she wasn't a Weasley. She ended up being a Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban when the Dementors ran away from the Prison Island. All Duryea did was gain up on the pounds and change her hair color and her eye color. Eventually convicted for a Dementor's Kiss but was soon changed to life because well there was no Dementors to do the kiss.
Yep, last year was crazy. Lots of research and stuff. Well since no attacks or crazy demons or death threats popped up yet this year, why not do some little studying on what might have happened to Malfoy? I grabbed a few of my books and head out to the library.
I walked quickly into the library, without a sound. I snuck behind a bookshelf and set my stuff there. If Madam Prince caught me outside of class I would be in so much trouble! Points off definitely, Detention possible, actually it wasn't all that bad. I shrugged it off and began my research.
I grabbed a few books and whom do I see on the other side of the bookshelf? Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" I snap.
"Looking for you. I asked myself, 'Where do bookworms go?' and this was the only thing that popped to mind." Malfoy smirked.
"Well I don't want to talk to you or see you, ever." I emphasized 'ever'.
"Then this will most likely be the last time." Malfoy joked. I wasn't buying it. Yay for me, officially over the Slytherin!
"What do you want?" I tried to get to Malfoy's point.
"I just got out of the Hospital Wing today." Malfoy said.
"And your point is?" I was getting annoyed with this.
"Well since yesterday night I've been remembering some stuff and I was thinking you might want to know." Malfoy insisted on me asking with the tone of his voice. I let out a sigh showing him to hurry up with the information. "Well, I remember drinking some funny tasting pumpkin juice. Tasted too sweet for my likings, and when I got to my dormitory I passed out. That's all I know then I remember writing a letter, receiving a letter, your assumed letter. I remember seeing brown hair, a fight, and a snog or two. Everything else I don't remember but even the things I do remember I only have general details and they are still fuzzy as we speak. Also those actions, I felt like I was under something. Not like a spell or anything but like I was hit by lust or something."
"You just wasted a good few minutes of my life Malfoy, which makes me a bit sad. I could have spent those few minutes doing something better but no. They were with you. Now if that's all you have to say, then good bye." I walk away from the bookshelf to another section of the library.
I couldn't figure it out. Malfoy is all of a sudden remembering what's happening. And he felt like he was being controlled. No spells. All that's left is potions or something. There are still possibilities of spells because Malfoy could still be lying. But not even Malfoy could act or make up a story that clever. Too less of details but at the same time too many. Heck, why am I even trying to figure this out?
Can't those two days just disappear from everybody's memories? Can't they? Spell! Yeah a spell, maybe a forgetting charm. I do have the capabilities of doing something that strong. Then again, Dumbledore is stronger than me so he probably would still remember everything then,
My trail of thought went away when I bumped into somebody. "Blaise?" I whisper. She and a few of her Slytherin friends were skipping class, again. Why? I mean, oh heck I'm not going to even 'act' surprised. They always skip class. Heavens only know how they make it by every year.
"Oh look, its Mudblood Granger. Why aren't you in class?" She sneered.
"I have my reasons, Zambini. Just go away and leave me alone. I'm doing some important work here." I tell them. They of course, ignore me.
"We were here first! Why should we go?" Pansy Parkinson pointed out.
"Be nice Pansy. The mudblood is probably still weepy after finding out Draco only used her." Blaise had a sinister smile upon her face. Oh how I wanted to wipe it off with a punch or two.
"Shut up." I say through my gritted teeth. Oh yea, great comeback Mione.
"Oh come on. At first I thought Draco went crazy but only a day later he wrote me a letter saying he really loves me and wanted to meet me somewhere. He told me to sign your name on it just in case some other student intercepted the letter. I always knew Draco loved me, ever since Year one." Blaise swooned.
"Oh be quiet that is full of bullshit." I let out without even thinking. Did I just swear? Oh God! I never say that. What I get for being careless? Evil glares from a couple of evil ditzes.
"Oh really Mudblood? Then tell me, why did he turn to me? Why wouldn't he want to snog you instead of me? Oh wait I know the answer, because you are a Stubborn little filthy dirty Mudblood that is desperate enough to go out with somebody she turns to the first guy who is assumedly attracted to you." Blaise shot out. Ouch that hurt but she did have a point. I was so quick to accept Malfoy's offer. Blaise turned to the bookshelf and took out a book and through it at me. I ended up dropping all of my books. "There's a nice little book for you to read Mudblood. Might keep you distracted from everything around you. Let's go girls." With that, Blaise's little group went off somewhere else in the library.
"God I hate her." I said to myself. I heard the bell go off. Class was over. I picked up the books that I dropped and set off for my dormitory room. No Slytherins in Gryffindor Tower. Unless if all of a sudden hell froze over and Slytherins were now rooming up there and,
God I need to stop thinking up all of this crazy stuff. Pretty soon the Ministry will throw me in St. Mungo's. Soon I was in front of the portrait. "Figg Newton." I muttered, I then walked into my sanctuary. The common room.
A/N: Chapter 9 at last! No apology from me cuz Writer's Block is Writer's Block. It kinda just happens and is a horrible disease for any FF.net author to get. That's why I set up a hotline for FF.net authors in need to get rid of writer's block the number is 555-HELP. Donations are also accepted and will be greatly appreciated.