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FROM MY HEAD TO MY HEART
Chapter Six: I Have Nothing
Snape waited outside of the Potions room, whistling and doing other such things to occupy his time. He didn't actually want to look like he was waiting for Hermione. But, really, how could he prevent it? He couldn't help but think that his feelings were utterly obvious.
Hermione finally emerged. She didn't even see that Snape was standing there, but just walked right by.
"Hermione," Snape began, taking her arm to stop her.
"What is it, Snape?" She asked, not looking at him.
"I just thought we should make an...appointment," Snape told her.
Hermione gawked at him, obviously unsure what he was talking about.
"I mean, we should," Snape muttered on, "go look for Devia tomorrow."
"That's the Yule Ball," Hermione informed.
"Is it?" Snape asked coyly. "In that case, we could got to the dance and look for Devia afterward."
Snape clutched his hands behind his back.
"Are you asking me to the dance?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"I suppose I am," Snape said, knowing perfectly well that was exactly what we was doing.
"I would love to, but," Hermione began, "I'm already going with someone."
A smile spread across her face as she blushed. Snape wondered who it could be. There probably wasn't a shortage of guys who would want to ask her out. The first person to come to mind was Sirius. After all, he did talk to her quite a bit during Potions.
Snape decided to change the subject. Maybe that would keep his mind off the unfortunate circumstance.
"Well, we need to discuss our game plan sometime," he blurted. "Shouldn't we meet somewhere?"
Hermione looked up and down the hall, then at her watch.
"We have twenty minutes before our next class," she said. "Let's just go to the library and talk now."
This didn't fall within Snape's plan to get her in a romantic setting. Who would snoggle in a library?
Hermione and he walked to the library together. They picked a secluded table and began to talk.
"So, our plan is.." Hermione asked, looking at Snape expectantly.
"If I told you that, it would ruin everything," Snape bluffed.
"You have no plan, do you?" Hermione asked, irritatedly.
Snape smiled nervously.
"We could always look at Hogwarts: A History," Snape suggested, feeling redundant.
"Go ahead if you want," Hermione allowed. "I'll try something else."
Snape watched Hermione walk over to a book shelf as he pulled his Hogwarts: A History out of his bag. Hermione came back with a book entitled The Secrets of Hogsmeade. Snape never thought of the idea that Devia would be in Hogsmeade. It was very smart of her to think of. Of course, Hermione was always smart.
So he didn't seem to be staring at her, Snape started studying his book.
"Oh, Snape!" Hermione said suddenly. "There he is."
Snape looked up from Hogwarts: A History and glanced where Hermione was staring. Carey Burke had just walked into the library and walked over to a table where some other Slytherin guys were sitting. He pulled out a chair and sat in it backwards, running his hands through his shoulder-length blonde hair.
"It's just Carey," Snape said casually, looking back at his book.
"Isn't he the hottest?" Hermione sighed.
"I wouldn't know," Snape muttered, feeling this immense anger toward Carey Burke. "Can we get back to this Devia thing? I thought this was important to you."
"It is," Hermione insisted, looking away from Carey for the first time since he had walked in.
"Let's hope it's more important then Carey," Snape said spitefully.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked, affronted.
"Nothing," Snape assured her, not looking at her.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked. "You're acting really weird."
"I'm fine," Snape snapped. "Let's get back to Devia."
"'Mione."
Snape looked up to see Carey Burke standing behind Hermione, his arms around her neck and his chin pressed against her temple. Hermione giggled.
"I'll meet you around eight tomorrow, all right?" Carey asked, smiling toothfully.
Snape jabbed his pencil into the table, breaking the led.
"I'll be there," Hermione told him, running her hand along his arm. "I'll try to look my best."
"You'll look beautiful," Carey promised. "It's not impossible for you to look otherwise."
Hermione smiled, blushing.
Carey kissed her forehead, gave Snape a look of gloating, and then headed back to his friends. Hermione casually went back to reading. Snape stared at her, discontented.
"What?" Hermione asked, looking up.
"He's the one you're going to the Yule Ball with?" Snape demanded angerly.
"Yeah, so?" Hermione blinked at him, seemingly unsure what his problem was.
Snape shook his head.
"Do you have a problem with Carey?" Hermione asked.
"Other than the fact that he has a girl's name?" Snape muttered, looking at his book.
"Severus!" Hermione exclaimed to seem intimidating.
It worked. Snape looked up at her. He had never before heard his first name from her lips. It would have been a pleasant experience if it hadn't been for the agitated look on Hermione's face. She wanted an answer now.
"He's just like the rest of them," Snape said seriously.
"The rest of them?" Hermione repeated, wanting clarification.
"The rest of the people in the blasted school," Snape growled. "All of them think they're so great. They're the kings of their pitiful houses and classes. They think they can have whatever they want and don't even consider anyone else."
Snape balled his fists tightly, wanting to punch the first person he saw who had ever tormented him. Suddenly, he felt a soft hand on his own. He looked up at Hermione. She looked truly concerned for him. Snape had never had anyone concerned for him. It was a strange feeling. The strangest of it, was the feeling he got from just being touched by her. It was like he had been stung by a Billywig. His head was floating and his skin was tingling.
Snape wanted to express to her the many feelings he had felt toward her since he first saw her laying in the corridor. He wanted to reach over and kiss her. It took all the self-control he possessed to keep from doing it. He pulled his hand from hers to halt the temptation. It didn't work.
"I think that's enough planning for now," Snape said suddenly, standing up. "I ought to get to class. I need to talk to Professor Flitwick."
Hermione looked at him imploringly as he stood up. Snape looked down into her beautiful brown eyes.
"Don't go," Hermione whispered, glancing down at the table.
Snape's head and heart were confused. His head said "leave now." But his heart was telling him to stay with her until the end of time. Then and there he imagined their future together, their children. Hermione was the most wonderful, beautiful wife and mother imaginable.
He wasn't sure how it happened. But before he knew it, Snape was outside of the library, heading toward the Charms class. His head must have taken over since his heart was obviously loosing its grip. Snape just continued on his way, not sure what he would do once he got to Charms class.
A/N: I love this chapter. It's one of my favorites. It's short, but is that all bad?
FROM MY HEAD TO MY HEART
Chapter Six: I Have Nothing
Snape waited outside of the Potions room, whistling and doing other such things to occupy his time. He didn't actually want to look like he was waiting for Hermione. But, really, how could he prevent it? He couldn't help but think that his feelings were utterly obvious.
Hermione finally emerged. She didn't even see that Snape was standing there, but just walked right by.
"Hermione," Snape began, taking her arm to stop her.
"What is it, Snape?" She asked, not looking at him.
"I just thought we should make an...appointment," Snape told her.
Hermione gawked at him, obviously unsure what he was talking about.
"I mean, we should," Snape muttered on, "go look for Devia tomorrow."
"That's the Yule Ball," Hermione informed.
"Is it?" Snape asked coyly. "In that case, we could got to the dance and look for Devia afterward."
Snape clutched his hands behind his back.
"Are you asking me to the dance?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"I suppose I am," Snape said, knowing perfectly well that was exactly what we was doing.
"I would love to, but," Hermione began, "I'm already going with someone."
A smile spread across her face as she blushed. Snape wondered who it could be. There probably wasn't a shortage of guys who would want to ask her out. The first person to come to mind was Sirius. After all, he did talk to her quite a bit during Potions.
Snape decided to change the subject. Maybe that would keep his mind off the unfortunate circumstance.
"Well, we need to discuss our game plan sometime," he blurted. "Shouldn't we meet somewhere?"
Hermione looked up and down the hall, then at her watch.
"We have twenty minutes before our next class," she said. "Let's just go to the library and talk now."
This didn't fall within Snape's plan to get her in a romantic setting. Who would snoggle in a library?
Hermione and he walked to the library together. They picked a secluded table and began to talk.
"So, our plan is.." Hermione asked, looking at Snape expectantly.
"If I told you that, it would ruin everything," Snape bluffed.
"You have no plan, do you?" Hermione asked, irritatedly.
Snape smiled nervously.
"We could always look at Hogwarts: A History," Snape suggested, feeling redundant.
"Go ahead if you want," Hermione allowed. "I'll try something else."
Snape watched Hermione walk over to a book shelf as he pulled his Hogwarts: A History out of his bag. Hermione came back with a book entitled The Secrets of Hogsmeade. Snape never thought of the idea that Devia would be in Hogsmeade. It was very smart of her to think of. Of course, Hermione was always smart.
So he didn't seem to be staring at her, Snape started studying his book.
"Oh, Snape!" Hermione said suddenly. "There he is."
Snape looked up from Hogwarts: A History and glanced where Hermione was staring. Carey Burke had just walked into the library and walked over to a table where some other Slytherin guys were sitting. He pulled out a chair and sat in it backwards, running his hands through his shoulder-length blonde hair.
"It's just Carey," Snape said casually, looking back at his book.
"Isn't he the hottest?" Hermione sighed.
"I wouldn't know," Snape muttered, feeling this immense anger toward Carey Burke. "Can we get back to this Devia thing? I thought this was important to you."
"It is," Hermione insisted, looking away from Carey for the first time since he had walked in.
"Let's hope it's more important then Carey," Snape said spitefully.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked, affronted.
"Nothing," Snape assured her, not looking at her.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked. "You're acting really weird."
"I'm fine," Snape snapped. "Let's get back to Devia."
"'Mione."
Snape looked up to see Carey Burke standing behind Hermione, his arms around her neck and his chin pressed against her temple. Hermione giggled.
"I'll meet you around eight tomorrow, all right?" Carey asked, smiling toothfully.
Snape jabbed his pencil into the table, breaking the led.
"I'll be there," Hermione told him, running her hand along his arm. "I'll try to look my best."
"You'll look beautiful," Carey promised. "It's not impossible for you to look otherwise."
Hermione smiled, blushing.
Carey kissed her forehead, gave Snape a look of gloating, and then headed back to his friends. Hermione casually went back to reading. Snape stared at her, discontented.
"What?" Hermione asked, looking up.
"He's the one you're going to the Yule Ball with?" Snape demanded angerly.
"Yeah, so?" Hermione blinked at him, seemingly unsure what his problem was.
Snape shook his head.
"Do you have a problem with Carey?" Hermione asked.
"Other than the fact that he has a girl's name?" Snape muttered, looking at his book.
"Severus!" Hermione exclaimed to seem intimidating.
It worked. Snape looked up at her. He had never before heard his first name from her lips. It would have been a pleasant experience if it hadn't been for the agitated look on Hermione's face. She wanted an answer now.
"He's just like the rest of them," Snape said seriously.
"The rest of them?" Hermione repeated, wanting clarification.
"The rest of the people in the blasted school," Snape growled. "All of them think they're so great. They're the kings of their pitiful houses and classes. They think they can have whatever they want and don't even consider anyone else."
Snape balled his fists tightly, wanting to punch the first person he saw who had ever tormented him. Suddenly, he felt a soft hand on his own. He looked up at Hermione. She looked truly concerned for him. Snape had never had anyone concerned for him. It was a strange feeling. The strangest of it, was the feeling he got from just being touched by her. It was like he had been stung by a Billywig. His head was floating and his skin was tingling.
Snape wanted to express to her the many feelings he had felt toward her since he first saw her laying in the corridor. He wanted to reach over and kiss her. It took all the self-control he possessed to keep from doing it. He pulled his hand from hers to halt the temptation. It didn't work.
"I think that's enough planning for now," Snape said suddenly, standing up. "I ought to get to class. I need to talk to Professor Flitwick."
Hermione looked at him imploringly as he stood up. Snape looked down into her beautiful brown eyes.
"Don't go," Hermione whispered, glancing down at the table.
Snape's head and heart were confused. His head said "leave now." But his heart was telling him to stay with her until the end of time. Then and there he imagined their future together, their children. Hermione was the most wonderful, beautiful wife and mother imaginable.
He wasn't sure how it happened. But before he knew it, Snape was outside of the library, heading toward the Charms class. His head must have taken over since his heart was obviously loosing its grip. Snape just continued on his way, not sure what he would do once he got to Charms class.
A/N: I love this chapter. It's one of my favorites. It's short, but is that all bad?