A/N: This is my overall favorite chapter of all my books. It was like writing everything I've ever wanted to happen to me, but hasn't yet happened.
Disclaimer: None of these characters, except Carey Burke, belong to me.
FROM MY HEAD TO MY HEART
Chapter Eight: Peace, Love and Understanding
Hermione sat at breakfast the next morning, wondering where the heck Carey had gone the night before. He had been absent the entire first half of the dance. When he had finally gotten back, Hermione didn't much feel like dancing and was rather tired. So, they went straight back to their houses. He wouldn't tell her where he had been.
Suddenly, Hermione saw someone coming up in the corner of her eye. Hermione looked up to see who it was, but lowered her head again when she saw it was Snape.
"Hermione, I have to talk to you," Snape said downheartedly.
Hermione closed her eyes. The very sound of his voice made her quiver. She couldn't believe what had happened at the Yule Ball. She had been on a date with Carey Burke and was kissed by Snape. It was so confusing. Did she like Carey or Snape? Snape? Why would she like Snape? Because he was so wonderful...Hermione mentally ridiculed herself. Why did he have to kiss her? He was her teacher in the future. It was wrong. It was so very wrong and so very wonderful. She had never felt so close to someone, so safe.
"What does your father have to do with Voldemort?"
The question snapped Hermione back to the present.
"You-Know-Who? I mean, Vo-Vo-ldemort?" Hermione sputtered, finding it hard to say that name. "He has nothing to do with my father. Why?"
"Are you lying to me?" Snape demanded.
Hermione looked up at him. He looked awfully serious. He was hot when he was serious. Hermione mentally ridiculed herself once more.
"Why would you assume such a thing?" Hermione asked.
Snape looked around the great Hall. He took Hermione's arm.
"I don't think this is the place to discuss it," Snape told her.
Hermione quietly got up and went with Snape. He led her out of the Great Hall and down a few corridors. Finally, he stopped in a some unknown corridor Hermione had never been in. He let go of her arm and stared into her eyes.
"Just tell me what this is all about," Snape pleaded.
Hermione looked around the corridor.
"How'd you know I wasn't being truthful?" she asked, avoiding his eyes.
"I'll tell you once you tell me," Snape bargained.
Hermione took a deep breath, then began, "I'm not from this time."
She stopped to watch his reaction. He looked skeptical.
"I am from the future," Hermione told him, keeping her eyes on his face. "I was sent by my Dumbledore to stop the Dark Lord's evil plan to take over the school."
Snape's face softened. He looked to believe her now.
"Devia was something that the Dark Lord often mentioned to our spy," Hermione explained. "That's why I must find it. It's essential in the Dark Lord's plan. If we don't stop him now, he'll take over my school in the future."
Snape looked over Hermione, a shocked look on his face.
"I've never done this on my own," Hermione told him, tears coming to her eyes. "I've always had my friends beside me. Now, I'm all on my own and I don't know what in heck I'm doing."
Hermione closed her eyes to stop the tears. Suddenly, she felt warm arms around her. Hermione clung to Snape.
"You're not alone," he whispered. "You have me."
Hermione smiled. She now understood why she loved Snape so much. Gently, Snape pulled away and looked into her eyes, keeping his arms around her waist.
"How did you know?" Hermione asked, still smiling.
"Carey Burke!" Snape exclaimed suddenly. "Carey Burke is in league with Voldemort."
Hermione blinked at him.
"Truly," Snape promised. "I'm not just being jealous."
"How do you know he is?" Hermione queried.
"Well, I," Snape muttered uncomfortably. "I followed him. He was just leaving you there at the dance. I thought I would give him a piece of my mind."
Hermione giggled, saying, "You're so funny."
"If Carey is a minion of Voldemort," Snape went on, "then he's the one you're looking for."
"We'll just follow him to Devia," Hermione suggested.
"No need," Snape told her. "I know exactly where it is."
"Where?" Hermione asked urgently.
"The Forbidden Forest, about five minutes North from the castle," Snape said.
Hermione hugged Snape, saying, "You're wonderful."
"No," Snape disputed, "you're wonderful."
Hermione felt a blush, but kept close to Snape.
"What's our plan?" she asked.
"If we stop Carey, we stop the tunnel," Snape announced.
"Wait," Hermione said, looking up at him. "Won't the Dark Lord just get someone else to dig his tunnel?"
"Good point," Snape mused. "I do know that this tunnel has taken a long time to make."
"And?" Hermione urged.
"Destroy the tunnel," Snape suggested, looking very somber.
"How?" Hermione asked, questioning. "If it's a tunnel made by a dark wizard. There are most likely spells to protect it."
Snape's face went to a pensive look that, Hermione thought, looked quite good on him.
"You're making it really hard to help you," Snape commented, dauntly. "You know that, right?"
Hermione just pressed her cheek against Snape's chest and sighed discontentedly. Snape's hand removed itself from Hermione's waist and lifted up her chin to look at him. Snape's deep, dark eyes looked at her. Hermione was sure she could look at those eyes forever and just sink into them.
"We'll figure something out," Snape assured her.
Hermione believed him. From the bottom of her heart, she believed him and knew that everything would turn out fine.
Snape leaned close to her and caressed her lips with his own. Hermione leaned into the kiss, feeling her hands up Snape's warm neck. The feel of gentle presser remained on Hermione's lips as Snape rose himself away from her.
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Snape couldn't believe what was happening. It was him and her, the way he had dreamed since he first saw her. She was wonderful, perfect even. The very thought that she cared for him was intoxicating. He never wanted to let her go. He wanted her to stay in his arms forever.
As Hermione once again lay her head against him, Snape took in the provocative aroma of her hair. The warmth of her body being so close to his was scintillating. He was sure she would be able to hear his heart beat, feel his quick breaths, and smell him sweating.
"Severus," whispered Hermione's ever divine voice.
He loved hearing his name from her tantalizing lips.
Hermione lifted her head away from him and peered up at him.
"I think class may be commencing," Hermione told him.
"What about Devia?" Snape asked, just wanting a reason to remain with her.
"You shouldn't miss lessons over this," Hermione insisted, worriedly.
"I'd do anything for you," Snape said, feeling cheesy.
Hermione smiled, blushing slightly.
"Do you have a plan yet?" Hermione challenged.
No he didn't.
"Of course I do."
"What is it?" Hermione said skeptically.
"It starts with waiting right here," Snape explained.
"Really?" Hermione giggled. "Does you plan also involve snoggling?"
"As a matter of fact-" Snape began impetuously.
Hermione pushed Snape away from her playfully.
"C'mon, Severus," Hermione said, turning away, "we need to go to class. You wouldn't want to get caught skipping class."
"You skip class," Snape whispered, capturing her around the stomach.
"That's different," Hermione defended. "I'm allowed."
Snape kissed Hermione's neck.
"Mr. Snape, Miss Granger!"
Hermione and Snape instantly jumped apart and whirled around. Dumbldore stood before them with a sly smile.
"Working on our Voldemort problems, I presume," Dumbledore asked, looking from one to the other.
"Yes, Sir," they both said at once.
"I'll leave you to your...work, then, " Dumbledore said, walking passed them.
They continued to watch him. Dumbledore looked back and winked at them. Snape felt himself turn red. Hermione started giggling.
"Ready to go to class, yet?" Hermione asked, smiling wryly.
Snape nodded.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm sorry to tell you that the next chapter might take a while to write. I'll try not to make you wait too long.
Disclaimer: None of these characters, except Carey Burke, belong to me.
FROM MY HEAD TO MY HEART
Chapter Eight: Peace, Love and Understanding
Hermione sat at breakfast the next morning, wondering where the heck Carey had gone the night before. He had been absent the entire first half of the dance. When he had finally gotten back, Hermione didn't much feel like dancing and was rather tired. So, they went straight back to their houses. He wouldn't tell her where he had been.
Suddenly, Hermione saw someone coming up in the corner of her eye. Hermione looked up to see who it was, but lowered her head again when she saw it was Snape.
"Hermione, I have to talk to you," Snape said downheartedly.
Hermione closed her eyes. The very sound of his voice made her quiver. She couldn't believe what had happened at the Yule Ball. She had been on a date with Carey Burke and was kissed by Snape. It was so confusing. Did she like Carey or Snape? Snape? Why would she like Snape? Because he was so wonderful...Hermione mentally ridiculed herself. Why did he have to kiss her? He was her teacher in the future. It was wrong. It was so very wrong and so very wonderful. She had never felt so close to someone, so safe.
"What does your father have to do with Voldemort?"
The question snapped Hermione back to the present.
"You-Know-Who? I mean, Vo-Vo-ldemort?" Hermione sputtered, finding it hard to say that name. "He has nothing to do with my father. Why?"
"Are you lying to me?" Snape demanded.
Hermione looked up at him. He looked awfully serious. He was hot when he was serious. Hermione mentally ridiculed herself once more.
"Why would you assume such a thing?" Hermione asked.
Snape looked around the great Hall. He took Hermione's arm.
"I don't think this is the place to discuss it," Snape told her.
Hermione quietly got up and went with Snape. He led her out of the Great Hall and down a few corridors. Finally, he stopped in a some unknown corridor Hermione had never been in. He let go of her arm and stared into her eyes.
"Just tell me what this is all about," Snape pleaded.
Hermione looked around the corridor.
"How'd you know I wasn't being truthful?" she asked, avoiding his eyes.
"I'll tell you once you tell me," Snape bargained.
Hermione took a deep breath, then began, "I'm not from this time."
She stopped to watch his reaction. He looked skeptical.
"I am from the future," Hermione told him, keeping her eyes on his face. "I was sent by my Dumbledore to stop the Dark Lord's evil plan to take over the school."
Snape's face softened. He looked to believe her now.
"Devia was something that the Dark Lord often mentioned to our spy," Hermione explained. "That's why I must find it. It's essential in the Dark Lord's plan. If we don't stop him now, he'll take over my school in the future."
Snape looked over Hermione, a shocked look on his face.
"I've never done this on my own," Hermione told him, tears coming to her eyes. "I've always had my friends beside me. Now, I'm all on my own and I don't know what in heck I'm doing."
Hermione closed her eyes to stop the tears. Suddenly, she felt warm arms around her. Hermione clung to Snape.
"You're not alone," he whispered. "You have me."
Hermione smiled. She now understood why she loved Snape so much. Gently, Snape pulled away and looked into her eyes, keeping his arms around her waist.
"How did you know?" Hermione asked, still smiling.
"Carey Burke!" Snape exclaimed suddenly. "Carey Burke is in league with Voldemort."
Hermione blinked at him.
"Truly," Snape promised. "I'm not just being jealous."
"How do you know he is?" Hermione queried.
"Well, I," Snape muttered uncomfortably. "I followed him. He was just leaving you there at the dance. I thought I would give him a piece of my mind."
Hermione giggled, saying, "You're so funny."
"If Carey is a minion of Voldemort," Snape went on, "then he's the one you're looking for."
"We'll just follow him to Devia," Hermione suggested.
"No need," Snape told her. "I know exactly where it is."
"Where?" Hermione asked urgently.
"The Forbidden Forest, about five minutes North from the castle," Snape said.
Hermione hugged Snape, saying, "You're wonderful."
"No," Snape disputed, "you're wonderful."
Hermione felt a blush, but kept close to Snape.
"What's our plan?" she asked.
"If we stop Carey, we stop the tunnel," Snape announced.
"Wait," Hermione said, looking up at him. "Won't the Dark Lord just get someone else to dig his tunnel?"
"Good point," Snape mused. "I do know that this tunnel has taken a long time to make."
"And?" Hermione urged.
"Destroy the tunnel," Snape suggested, looking very somber.
"How?" Hermione asked, questioning. "If it's a tunnel made by a dark wizard. There are most likely spells to protect it."
Snape's face went to a pensive look that, Hermione thought, looked quite good on him.
"You're making it really hard to help you," Snape commented, dauntly. "You know that, right?"
Hermione just pressed her cheek against Snape's chest and sighed discontentedly. Snape's hand removed itself from Hermione's waist and lifted up her chin to look at him. Snape's deep, dark eyes looked at her. Hermione was sure she could look at those eyes forever and just sink into them.
"We'll figure something out," Snape assured her.
Hermione believed him. From the bottom of her heart, she believed him and knew that everything would turn out fine.
Snape leaned close to her and caressed her lips with his own. Hermione leaned into the kiss, feeling her hands up Snape's warm neck. The feel of gentle presser remained on Hermione's lips as Snape rose himself away from her.
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Snape couldn't believe what was happening. It was him and her, the way he had dreamed since he first saw her. She was wonderful, perfect even. The very thought that she cared for him was intoxicating. He never wanted to let her go. He wanted her to stay in his arms forever.
As Hermione once again lay her head against him, Snape took in the provocative aroma of her hair. The warmth of her body being so close to his was scintillating. He was sure she would be able to hear his heart beat, feel his quick breaths, and smell him sweating.
"Severus," whispered Hermione's ever divine voice.
He loved hearing his name from her tantalizing lips.
Hermione lifted her head away from him and peered up at him.
"I think class may be commencing," Hermione told him.
"What about Devia?" Snape asked, just wanting a reason to remain with her.
"You shouldn't miss lessons over this," Hermione insisted, worriedly.
"I'd do anything for you," Snape said, feeling cheesy.
Hermione smiled, blushing slightly.
"Do you have a plan yet?" Hermione challenged.
No he didn't.
"Of course I do."
"What is it?" Hermione said skeptically.
"It starts with waiting right here," Snape explained.
"Really?" Hermione giggled. "Does you plan also involve snoggling?"
"As a matter of fact-" Snape began impetuously.
Hermione pushed Snape away from her playfully.
"C'mon, Severus," Hermione said, turning away, "we need to go to class. You wouldn't want to get caught skipping class."
"You skip class," Snape whispered, capturing her around the stomach.
"That's different," Hermione defended. "I'm allowed."
Snape kissed Hermione's neck.
"Mr. Snape, Miss Granger!"
Hermione and Snape instantly jumped apart and whirled around. Dumbldore stood before them with a sly smile.
"Working on our Voldemort problems, I presume," Dumbledore asked, looking from one to the other.
"Yes, Sir," they both said at once.
"I'll leave you to your...work, then, " Dumbledore said, walking passed them.
They continued to watch him. Dumbledore looked back and winked at them. Snape felt himself turn red. Hermione started giggling.
"Ready to go to class, yet?" Hermione asked, smiling wryly.
Snape nodded.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm sorry to tell you that the next chapter might take a while to write. I'll try not to make you wait too long.