I do not own the "Harry Potter" series or any of the characters. Only the story idea is my own.
I just want to thank everyone who has reviewed my story. I appreciate that those of you who didn't like certain parts of the story showed me respect in telling me so. I'm also glad that you all seem to enjoy it so much.
So, despite the fact no one participated in my pop quiz, this chapter is dedicated to all of you who have reviewed my story thus far.
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Hermione's jaw dropped, and she stared at Professor Snape for a short while before she was able to speak at all.
"I'm cold..." She murmured, realizing that was not the appropriate answer after such a confession as Snape had made. She should have slapped him, or at least said something to directly let him know she didn't feel the same way. Excpet, she felt all of a sudden scared and wanted to go back inside. Snape sighed, a puff of white air appearing as he did, and he offered a hand to Hermione to help her up.
"I'll walk you back to your common room." He replied.
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Severus kept his word. Minerva met him outside the common room, and was genuially surprised to see him returning Hermione without trying to get her in trouble.
"She's feeling ill," He stated coldly, wondering how much of a lie that really was. "I took her to see Madam Pomfey. A few days rest should have her well again."
"Thank you, Severus." Minerva said. "I'll make sure she gets it."
Severus went back to his room, burning with embarassment. On his dresser was the picture of Malfoy.
/She refused you, didn't she?/ Draco seemed to mock, /What did you expect? You've never been kind to that girl or her little twerp friends./
"I had to tell her, Draco." Severus tried to explain.
/You did not have to,/ Draco countered, /Because you don't really love her./ Severus shook his head in contempt.
"You would be jealous wouldn't you?" Severus accused. He held the picture for a moment before placing it face down on the dresser.
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Professor McGonagall made Hermione go straight to bed, so she didn't get to talk to Harry or Ron until the next morning.
"You should have punched him." Ron whispered angrily over breakfast. Hermione glared at Ron.
"If I had, I would have gotten expelled." She whispered back.
"I know it sounds strange coming from us, Hermione," Harry murmured, "But maybe you should follow the advice you're always giving us. Maybe you should go see Professor Dumbledor." Hermione just sighed, and a silence fell between the trio.
/I can't do it, Harry./ Hermione apolgized mentally, /I just can't. It may sound strange coming from me, but I think I may be in love with him too./
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Anyway, I've got writer's block. Don't worry, I'll think of something soon. I'm probably going to read over this chapter later and hate it, so don't be surprised if I change it a little and repost.
I just want to thank everyone who has reviewed my story. I appreciate that those of you who didn't like certain parts of the story showed me respect in telling me so. I'm also glad that you all seem to enjoy it so much.
So, despite the fact no one participated in my pop quiz, this chapter is dedicated to all of you who have reviewed my story thus far.
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Hermione's jaw dropped, and she stared at Professor Snape for a short while before she was able to speak at all.
"I'm cold..." She murmured, realizing that was not the appropriate answer after such a confession as Snape had made. She should have slapped him, or at least said something to directly let him know she didn't feel the same way. Excpet, she felt all of a sudden scared and wanted to go back inside. Snape sighed, a puff of white air appearing as he did, and he offered a hand to Hermione to help her up.
"I'll walk you back to your common room." He replied.
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Severus kept his word. Minerva met him outside the common room, and was genuially surprised to see him returning Hermione without trying to get her in trouble.
"She's feeling ill," He stated coldly, wondering how much of a lie that really was. "I took her to see Madam Pomfey. A few days rest should have her well again."
"Thank you, Severus." Minerva said. "I'll make sure she gets it."
Severus went back to his room, burning with embarassment. On his dresser was the picture of Malfoy.
/She refused you, didn't she?/ Draco seemed to mock, /What did you expect? You've never been kind to that girl or her little twerp friends./
"I had to tell her, Draco." Severus tried to explain.
/You did not have to,/ Draco countered, /Because you don't really love her./ Severus shook his head in contempt.
"You would be jealous wouldn't you?" Severus accused. He held the picture for a moment before placing it face down on the dresser.
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Professor McGonagall made Hermione go straight to bed, so she didn't get to talk to Harry or Ron until the next morning.
"You should have punched him." Ron whispered angrily over breakfast. Hermione glared at Ron.
"If I had, I would have gotten expelled." She whispered back.
"I know it sounds strange coming from us, Hermione," Harry murmured, "But maybe you should follow the advice you're always giving us. Maybe you should go see Professor Dumbledor." Hermione just sighed, and a silence fell between the trio.
/I can't do it, Harry./ Hermione apolgized mentally, /I just can't. It may sound strange coming from me, but I think I may be in love with him too./
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Anyway, I've got writer's block. Don't worry, I'll think of something soon. I'm probably going to read over this chapter later and hate it, so don't be surprised if I change it a little and repost.