Title: A Schoolgirl's Fantasy
Author: Her Lover's Spy
Rating: PG-13 for now, R later
Pairing: Hermione/Snape
Keywords: Sting and the Police, Forbidden, Accusations
Setting: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry and the gangs
7th year
AN: I have no idea where this certain ficlet is going, while singing Don't
Stand So Close To Me it just popped in. So Read and enjoy, any feed back
would be appreciated, but remember flames are only cool if you're a pyro.
(Just kidding all!)
A Schoolgirl's Fantasy
Hogwarts, the acclaimed magical school for all boys and girls who have the talent of a special sort, mainly for making things happen when they don't mean to. The halls were quiet, except for an occasional prank by Peeves the Poltergeist and the prowl of Filch with Mrs. Norris, but as always, their was at least one student awake at this hour. In the past few years the students and professors of the school had become closer during the second rise of the Dark Lord: old grudges faded away into strong friendships, and past battles had become today's topics of laughter. Rivalry's between houses had fallen away and even the great houses of Slytherin and Gryfindor had forged an alliance, mostly in the form of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy's new sense of companionship to each other. All of this was being meditated on by one of the most gifted students to ever enter into Hogwarts, a certain Miss Hermione Granger. Restless as ever now, she could not sleep since the death of her parents during the middle of her 6th year, it was no longer any use to try and sleep deeply.
She saw the faces of her friends float by in the back of her mind, some here, some no longer with them. Neville, now gone from an attack, Ron and Harry, still here, still her watchful guardian's. There would be no sleep tonight. She rose and headed towards the common room, hoping to get some peace from her memories while reading one of the many books upon the tall shelves. She was Head Girl, as all expected her to be, but she had begged to be placed in the same tower as her housemates, wanting to feel that same comfort that she had when she had been in the dormitories before. The Common Room was warm and familiar, filled with memories from her past. The bleakness that was outside did not permeate the thick stone walls of Hogwarts, one of the few islands of refuge in a sea of dark.
Hermione picked a book, Magic in the Middle Ages, A Historic Guide to the Burning Times. A dusty old tome, probably left by one of the former students, yes, inscribed in the cover she read the script: To my beautiful historian, may your journeys to the past be grand adventures. Love, your ever faithful librarian. She sighed, at least it might fill up the dark hours till dawn. And so many of her nights had passed this way, still the book worm. Until the rosy mists of dawn rose she read, but as the sun peeked above the horizon, 'Mione fell into slumber at last, her thoughts vaguely wavering over the matter of her insomnia. "I must see Professor Snape about this."
AN: No, there wasn't much, this is just the prologue. I don't know, should I continue? Well, if you think I should or have any ideas for future chapters just hit that little review button or email me at neogoddess365@yahoo.com Until later, Thanks for reading!
A Schoolgirl's Fantasy
Hogwarts, the acclaimed magical school for all boys and girls who have the talent of a special sort, mainly for making things happen when they don't mean to. The halls were quiet, except for an occasional prank by Peeves the Poltergeist and the prowl of Filch with Mrs. Norris, but as always, their was at least one student awake at this hour. In the past few years the students and professors of the school had become closer during the second rise of the Dark Lord: old grudges faded away into strong friendships, and past battles had become today's topics of laughter. Rivalry's between houses had fallen away and even the great houses of Slytherin and Gryfindor had forged an alliance, mostly in the form of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy's new sense of companionship to each other. All of this was being meditated on by one of the most gifted students to ever enter into Hogwarts, a certain Miss Hermione Granger. Restless as ever now, she could not sleep since the death of her parents during the middle of her 6th year, it was no longer any use to try and sleep deeply.
She saw the faces of her friends float by in the back of her mind, some here, some no longer with them. Neville, now gone from an attack, Ron and Harry, still here, still her watchful guardian's. There would be no sleep tonight. She rose and headed towards the common room, hoping to get some peace from her memories while reading one of the many books upon the tall shelves. She was Head Girl, as all expected her to be, but she had begged to be placed in the same tower as her housemates, wanting to feel that same comfort that she had when she had been in the dormitories before. The Common Room was warm and familiar, filled with memories from her past. The bleakness that was outside did not permeate the thick stone walls of Hogwarts, one of the few islands of refuge in a sea of dark.
Hermione picked a book, Magic in the Middle Ages, A Historic Guide to the Burning Times. A dusty old tome, probably left by one of the former students, yes, inscribed in the cover she read the script: To my beautiful historian, may your journeys to the past be grand adventures. Love, your ever faithful librarian. She sighed, at least it might fill up the dark hours till dawn. And so many of her nights had passed this way, still the book worm. Until the rosy mists of dawn rose she read, but as the sun peeked above the horizon, 'Mione fell into slumber at last, her thoughts vaguely wavering over the matter of her insomnia. "I must see Professor Snape about this."
AN: No, there wasn't much, this is just the prologue. I don't know, should I continue? Well, if you think I should or have any ideas for future chapters just hit that little review button or email me at neogoddess365@yahoo.com Until later, Thanks for reading!
