A/N: In response to mette, I don't remember if she turned in her time-turner or not. If she did, then she got it back.
Disclaimer: None of these characters, Crauwel, belong to me.
FROM MY HEAD TO MY HEART
Chapter Two: Crazy for This Girl
Snape strutted down the corridor, searching for possible rule-breakers. It was always a great joy to catch an unsuspecting rebel, especially if that rebel happened to be James Potter or his annoying friends.
Snape stopped suddenly when he heard a loud crack, like lightening or something. Snape sprinted to the corridor intersection and glanced down the perpendicular hall where the sound had come from. He was met with a brilliant flash of blinding light. He ducked back into his corridor. Once the light had ebbed, he looked back around the corner. The hall was empty except for a girl who was laying flat on the ground. Snape made his way over to her cautiously. She was wearing a school uniform so she was just another student.
"What was that?" Snape asked, looking down at the girl, whose eyes were open wide as she stared at the ceiling.
"That?" She blurted, sitting up. "I don't know what that was...it must have been...lightening."
"Inside the school?" Snape asked.
"How should I know what it was?" She snapped at him and helped herself to her feet.
Snape looked down at her. This girl was about his age but nearly three quarters of a foot shorter then him. She was slender with long brunette hair and light freckles on her nose. Snape noted that she was quite pretty, but he didn't have time for such a thing as a girlfriend, being a prefect and all.
"Listen, girl," Snape began harshly, "you shouldn't be wandering 'round the hall at this time of day. Don't you have a class or something?"
"Don't you?" she retorted. "You must be Snape."
"How'd you know that?" Snape asked suspiciously.
"Lucky guess," She told him. "Now, will you excuse me while I find Dumbledore's office."
The girl walked passed him and started down the hall.
"If you know the way," he began, walking three feet behind her, "you must be one who gets into trouble a lot."
"I?" she gasped, indignantly. "You don't know anything about me, so go away."
"Maybe I've heard of your dire deeds," Snape went on, pensively. "What's your name?"
"Like I'd tell you," she snapped. "Would you stop following me?"
"Forgive me, it's my job to keep track of the trouble-makers," Snape assured her.
"I'm not making any trouble!" she exclaimed. "I just want to get to Dumbledore's office without being stalked by the school pest."
"Hey, I am a prefect," Snape announced, pointing to his badge.
The girl just groaned.
When they reached the gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office entrance, Snape was still hanging three feet behind her. The gargoyle swung aside and Dumbledore stepped out.
"Headmaster," the girl began, "I urgently need to speak with you."
"I don't believe I've seen you before," Dumbledore said, seeming to be looking back in his memory.
"My name is Hermione Granger and I'll explain everything to you," she began, shooting a glance at Snape, "in private."
"Sure, my dear," Dumbledore agreed, grabbing the gargoyle so it wouldn't close.
Hermione and Dumbledore went into his office and the gargoyle closed behind them.
"What has she got to say that I can't be around for?" Snape grumbled.
He pressed his ear against the gargoyle but could hear nothing behind the stone.
"Listening in?"
Snape spun around to see James Potter and Remus Lupin. Remus had sandy brown hair and was rather pale, while James had black messy hair and wore glasses.
"What makes you think I was listening to anything?" Snape snapped.
"You know it seems to me you were overhearing Dumbledore's conversation with that girl, whom you were following," Remus teased. "Got a little crushy on the new girl?"
"I haven't got the slightest interest in such things," Snape muttered.
"Of course you don't," James laughed.
Snape felt his face flush with anger.
"I am a school prefect," Snape announced, balling his fists, "and that position deserves respect!"
"Ohh, big bad prefect is going to get us," James said with fraudulent fear.
"What are you going to do, tell Professor Crauwel that we're being mean to you?" Remus laughed.
Snape turned on his heals and began to walk off.
"Ickle Snape is going to cry to the professor!" James called after him.
Snape kept walking. He couldn't let those jerks bother him. After all, he was a prefect. Prefects don't fight and they don't cry. Snape closed his eyes to stop the burning.
"They're just jealous," he muttered to himself, knowing it wasn't true.
***************
Dinner that night was delayed because of Dumbledore's absence. McGonagal kept looking at her watch and shaking her head. Snape tried to study out of his advanced potions book, but he kept being bombarded with enchanted spitwads, which would circled his head and then hit him in the eye. He glared over his shoulder at James Potter and his friends. They just sniggered.
The door to the Great Hall opened and two people entered. It was Dumbledore and that Hermione Granger. Snape, for some reason, couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was so pretty.
"Students of Hogwarts," Dumbledore addressed, "may I present Miss Hermione Granger? She will be visiting Hogwarts for a few weeks as a sixth-year. She has already been sorted into Gryffindor."
Just Snape's luck. A brand new girl comes and is sorted into the same house as the infamous player, Sirius Black. He was one of James Potter's friends and was never turned down when he wanted a girl. Snape just told himself to forget it as Hermione sat down at Gryffindor table. Naturally, she ended up near Potter and them. Sirius started talking to her first and as he did, he put his arm around her.
Snape returned his attention to his potions book. After all, he didn't have a real interest in Hermione. Even if he did, she made it clear she regarded him as less then dirt.
The crowds in the Great Hall thinned out. Snape remained, having nowhere better to go and no one to hang out with. He had never been the popular sort. Even the other Slytherins thought he was a git. It didn't bother him. Snape needed no one.
His studying was interrupted by a most charming laugh. He looked across the room toward the Gryffindor table. As he had suspected, the laugh radiated from the beautiful Hermione. Potter and the rest of them were laughing too. Snape turned back to his book. If she was the type to hang out with the Marauders then she wasn't his type anyway. He had no business thinking about her. Her noticeably soft hair was of no consequence. Her alluring resolve and enchanting deep chocolate eyes didn't interest him in the least.
Snape sighed and glanced over his shoulder at them. How could such a gentle beauty have anything in common with the school scamps? It was positively appalling that she would consort with such riff-raf. She wasn't worth his time.
Snape returned his attention to his book. All the words seemed the melt into one extremely long word. ("PutratsbloodandpowderedbezoarintoabowlMixuntilithastheconsistencyofadough.") He just couldn't concentrate even though Potions was his best subject.
"Let's go 'Mione," James said excitedly.
Snape looked back at them. Hermione and the guys were getting up from Gryffindor table. They walked together, laughing at something, toward the Entrance Hall. Snape just didn't understand why he was so attracted to her. Other than her beauty, she had no qualities he admired. He was not shallow enough to like her simply for her looks, either.
Snape watched her until the last moment. And to his surprise, as she was getting nearly out of sight, Hermione looked back at him. Snape wasn't sure what that meant. Was it just because he was the last one still at Dinner? Had he gotten something all over him? Or was it just curiosity that compelled her to look at him?
Snape gathered his books and sprinted out of the Hall after them. He watched them travel up the main staircase. And again, Hermione looked back at him. Maybe she was just playing with him, teasing him to follow. What awaited him? Was it a cruel joke that the marauders had set up? Hermione bids him follow and leads him into some sort of trap where Snape is utterly humiliated.
He had decided to just head for the dungeon and Slytherin common, when Hermione glanced back at him again. Against his better judgement, Snape followed her. Making sure that Potter and them didn't notice him pursuing, Snape stealthily walked down every corridor, several hundred feet behind them. Hermione and the group turned a corner. Snape hurried up so he wouldn't loose them. As he turned the corner, he saw Hermione standing by herself, next to a large portrait of a fat lady.
"Snape," Hermione said pleasantly.
Snape slowly walked up to her, wondering where Potter and them had gone.
"I need to talk to you," Hermione whispered. "I need your help."
A/N: What do you think? I only update if you review, so please review.
Disclaimer: None of these characters, Crauwel, belong to me.
FROM MY HEAD TO MY HEART
Chapter Two: Crazy for This Girl
Snape strutted down the corridor, searching for possible rule-breakers. It was always a great joy to catch an unsuspecting rebel, especially if that rebel happened to be James Potter or his annoying friends.
Snape stopped suddenly when he heard a loud crack, like lightening or something. Snape sprinted to the corridor intersection and glanced down the perpendicular hall where the sound had come from. He was met with a brilliant flash of blinding light. He ducked back into his corridor. Once the light had ebbed, he looked back around the corner. The hall was empty except for a girl who was laying flat on the ground. Snape made his way over to her cautiously. She was wearing a school uniform so she was just another student.
"What was that?" Snape asked, looking down at the girl, whose eyes were open wide as she stared at the ceiling.
"That?" She blurted, sitting up. "I don't know what that was...it must have been...lightening."
"Inside the school?" Snape asked.
"How should I know what it was?" She snapped at him and helped herself to her feet.
Snape looked down at her. This girl was about his age but nearly three quarters of a foot shorter then him. She was slender with long brunette hair and light freckles on her nose. Snape noted that she was quite pretty, but he didn't have time for such a thing as a girlfriend, being a prefect and all.
"Listen, girl," Snape began harshly, "you shouldn't be wandering 'round the hall at this time of day. Don't you have a class or something?"
"Don't you?" she retorted. "You must be Snape."
"How'd you know that?" Snape asked suspiciously.
"Lucky guess," She told him. "Now, will you excuse me while I find Dumbledore's office."
The girl walked passed him and started down the hall.
"If you know the way," he began, walking three feet behind her, "you must be one who gets into trouble a lot."
"I?" she gasped, indignantly. "You don't know anything about me, so go away."
"Maybe I've heard of your dire deeds," Snape went on, pensively. "What's your name?"
"Like I'd tell you," she snapped. "Would you stop following me?"
"Forgive me, it's my job to keep track of the trouble-makers," Snape assured her.
"I'm not making any trouble!" she exclaimed. "I just want to get to Dumbledore's office without being stalked by the school pest."
"Hey, I am a prefect," Snape announced, pointing to his badge.
The girl just groaned.
When they reached the gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office entrance, Snape was still hanging three feet behind her. The gargoyle swung aside and Dumbledore stepped out.
"Headmaster," the girl began, "I urgently need to speak with you."
"I don't believe I've seen you before," Dumbledore said, seeming to be looking back in his memory.
"My name is Hermione Granger and I'll explain everything to you," she began, shooting a glance at Snape, "in private."
"Sure, my dear," Dumbledore agreed, grabbing the gargoyle so it wouldn't close.
Hermione and Dumbledore went into his office and the gargoyle closed behind them.
"What has she got to say that I can't be around for?" Snape grumbled.
He pressed his ear against the gargoyle but could hear nothing behind the stone.
"Listening in?"
Snape spun around to see James Potter and Remus Lupin. Remus had sandy brown hair and was rather pale, while James had black messy hair and wore glasses.
"What makes you think I was listening to anything?" Snape snapped.
"You know it seems to me you were overhearing Dumbledore's conversation with that girl, whom you were following," Remus teased. "Got a little crushy on the new girl?"
"I haven't got the slightest interest in such things," Snape muttered.
"Of course you don't," James laughed.
Snape felt his face flush with anger.
"I am a school prefect," Snape announced, balling his fists, "and that position deserves respect!"
"Ohh, big bad prefect is going to get us," James said with fraudulent fear.
"What are you going to do, tell Professor Crauwel that we're being mean to you?" Remus laughed.
Snape turned on his heals and began to walk off.
"Ickle Snape is going to cry to the professor!" James called after him.
Snape kept walking. He couldn't let those jerks bother him. After all, he was a prefect. Prefects don't fight and they don't cry. Snape closed his eyes to stop the burning.
"They're just jealous," he muttered to himself, knowing it wasn't true.
***************
Dinner that night was delayed because of Dumbledore's absence. McGonagal kept looking at her watch and shaking her head. Snape tried to study out of his advanced potions book, but he kept being bombarded with enchanted spitwads, which would circled his head and then hit him in the eye. He glared over his shoulder at James Potter and his friends. They just sniggered.
The door to the Great Hall opened and two people entered. It was Dumbledore and that Hermione Granger. Snape, for some reason, couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was so pretty.
"Students of Hogwarts," Dumbledore addressed, "may I present Miss Hermione Granger? She will be visiting Hogwarts for a few weeks as a sixth-year. She has already been sorted into Gryffindor."
Just Snape's luck. A brand new girl comes and is sorted into the same house as the infamous player, Sirius Black. He was one of James Potter's friends and was never turned down when he wanted a girl. Snape just told himself to forget it as Hermione sat down at Gryffindor table. Naturally, she ended up near Potter and them. Sirius started talking to her first and as he did, he put his arm around her.
Snape returned his attention to his potions book. After all, he didn't have a real interest in Hermione. Even if he did, she made it clear she regarded him as less then dirt.
The crowds in the Great Hall thinned out. Snape remained, having nowhere better to go and no one to hang out with. He had never been the popular sort. Even the other Slytherins thought he was a git. It didn't bother him. Snape needed no one.
His studying was interrupted by a most charming laugh. He looked across the room toward the Gryffindor table. As he had suspected, the laugh radiated from the beautiful Hermione. Potter and the rest of them were laughing too. Snape turned back to his book. If she was the type to hang out with the Marauders then she wasn't his type anyway. He had no business thinking about her. Her noticeably soft hair was of no consequence. Her alluring resolve and enchanting deep chocolate eyes didn't interest him in the least.
Snape sighed and glanced over his shoulder at them. How could such a gentle beauty have anything in common with the school scamps? It was positively appalling that she would consort with such riff-raf. She wasn't worth his time.
Snape returned his attention to his book. All the words seemed the melt into one extremely long word. ("PutratsbloodandpowderedbezoarintoabowlMixuntilithastheconsistencyofadough.") He just couldn't concentrate even though Potions was his best subject.
"Let's go 'Mione," James said excitedly.
Snape looked back at them. Hermione and the guys were getting up from Gryffindor table. They walked together, laughing at something, toward the Entrance Hall. Snape just didn't understand why he was so attracted to her. Other than her beauty, she had no qualities he admired. He was not shallow enough to like her simply for her looks, either.
Snape watched her until the last moment. And to his surprise, as she was getting nearly out of sight, Hermione looked back at him. Snape wasn't sure what that meant. Was it just because he was the last one still at Dinner? Had he gotten something all over him? Or was it just curiosity that compelled her to look at him?
Snape gathered his books and sprinted out of the Hall after them. He watched them travel up the main staircase. And again, Hermione looked back at him. Maybe she was just playing with him, teasing him to follow. What awaited him? Was it a cruel joke that the marauders had set up? Hermione bids him follow and leads him into some sort of trap where Snape is utterly humiliated.
He had decided to just head for the dungeon and Slytherin common, when Hermione glanced back at him again. Against his better judgement, Snape followed her. Making sure that Potter and them didn't notice him pursuing, Snape stealthily walked down every corridor, several hundred feet behind them. Hermione and the group turned a corner. Snape hurried up so he wouldn't loose them. As he turned the corner, he saw Hermione standing by herself, next to a large portrait of a fat lady.
"Snape," Hermione said pleasantly.
Snape slowly walked up to her, wondering where Potter and them had gone.
"I need to talk to you," Hermione whispered. "I need your help."
A/N: What do you think? I only update if you review, so please review.