A/N: All right, this entry is long(er), and the actual story is short. Sorry, it's a set up for the next chapter set which is VERY long. And it may be a while after that, because I've hit a depression spot, and if In write while I'm depressed, bad things tend to happen to my characters.
Gratuities:
Katie Scarlette: Thanks for the angst commentary. I try not overdo it, considering I have some truly angst ridden fics. Oh yes, and my life is angst ridden. *growls something about someone not liking her upstairs* As for Snape to the rescue, we'll just have to see now won't we?
hasapi: No, you can't be violent. I intend to right this wrong, and no hurting my Severus.
Tori-chan: Yeah, yeah. I'll make it all better, is that good for you?
sevesmione: Yes, he is bad in a good way. A dictionary? Hmm. . . No, not just yet.
Story:
A funeral, come and gone, for her parents. She wanted to go, but Dumbledore insisted she have someone to accompany her. No one was available, though she asked everyone. Even myself. I had to tell her no.
The closer she gets to me, the more I feel. I am sorry for her, and for her loss. I miss her being close to me those nights we worked on a potion. But it is the missing it that makes this so dangerous. The closer she gets to me, the closer she is to danger.
Not that Weasley and Potter don't make enough for her already. Of course with the passing of Hermione's parents, they jumped back to being her friends. And she let them! I understand the need for companionship in difficult times, but those two?
All right, I am jealous of them. In a small way. A very small way. Certainly I am more jealous of her cat, which has taken to following her into the classroom, and daring me with his eyes to challenge his presence. Hell, Draco Malfoy gets closer to Hermione than I dare.
If someone was to give this to Hermione on my death, I wonder what she would think of me. Of course, by that time, she would hate me. I am surprised she does not hate me now. I wonder what it is that makes her love me. . .
Gratuities:
Katie Scarlette: Thanks for the angst commentary. I try not overdo it, considering I have some truly angst ridden fics. Oh yes, and my life is angst ridden. *growls something about someone not liking her upstairs* As for Snape to the rescue, we'll just have to see now won't we?
hasapi: No, you can't be violent. I intend to right this wrong, and no hurting my Severus.
Tori-chan: Yeah, yeah. I'll make it all better, is that good for you?
sevesmione: Yes, he is bad in a good way. A dictionary? Hmm. . . No, not just yet.
Story:
A funeral, come and gone, for her parents. She wanted to go, but Dumbledore insisted she have someone to accompany her. No one was available, though she asked everyone. Even myself. I had to tell her no.
The closer she gets to me, the more I feel. I am sorry for her, and for her loss. I miss her being close to me those nights we worked on a potion. But it is the missing it that makes this so dangerous. The closer she gets to me, the closer she is to danger.
Not that Weasley and Potter don't make enough for her already. Of course with the passing of Hermione's parents, they jumped back to being her friends. And she let them! I understand the need for companionship in difficult times, but those two?
All right, I am jealous of them. In a small way. A very small way. Certainly I am more jealous of her cat, which has taken to following her into the classroom, and daring me with his eyes to challenge his presence. Hell, Draco Malfoy gets closer to Hermione than I dare.
If someone was to give this to Hermione on my death, I wonder what she would think of me. Of course, by that time, she would hate me. I am surprised she does not hate me now. I wonder what it is that makes her love me. . .