Hand On Your Heart
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: Something is wrong with me...At least I'm updating! Oh yeah...Snape's OOC, but you get the picture...It's the side of Snape we never see...
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Snape looked at the badge in his hand, then up to her. "I don't want it." Hermione answered before he could even say anything. "But..."
"I don't want to be Head Girl any more." Laying down, Hermione curled up in the blankets, silently crying. "I'm sure Ron won't miss me as Head Girl."
"Hermione..." Hermione looked a little taken aback as she looked up at Snape. It was the first time she had ever called her by her first name...Except for calling the roll anyway. Taking her hand, he placed the badge back into it. Hermione let her hand clasp to his for a few moments, before both of them pulled away. Hermione bit her lip, rubbing the side of her neck.
Hermione looked at her watch, before looking up at Snape. "Er...I guess I better get ready if I'm going to have any dinner." She murmered, her speech a little slurred. Snape just nodded before getting up. "I'll go down there now..." Hermione nodded as she watched him leave. Picking up her clothes, Hermione walked over to the small bathroom that was joined to Snape's sleeping chamber. Closing the door behind her, Hermione pulled the nightshirt off, before pulling her skirt up. Looking in the mirror, Hermione gave a long groan. Since she had been sleeping all day, her hair was on end. Shaking her head, she buttoned her top up before walking out of the bathroom, pulling her cloak over her as she went.
Trying to flatten her hair, Hermione walked down the quiet hallway. Not watching where she was going, Hermione crashed into someone. "Sorry..." She muttered quickly, not looking up. She knew it was most likely a Slytherin.
"Well, well. If it isn't little Miss Granger." A voice jeered, laughing. Hermione could tell that voice from anywhere. Looking up, she met the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy. "I heard an interesting rumour today, Granger..."
"What?" Hermione spat, her eyes narrowing. Draco just laughed idly, playing with a button on his robes.
"It's true...Isn't it?"
"What's true, Ferret?"
"That you're sleeping with Snape...For...aherm...'Extra credit'?" Goyle nudged Crabbe behind Malfoy as all three of them sniggered thickly.
"No!" Hermione yelped, her face red. "He bloody well saved my life, that's what!"
"Oh...So let me get this straight, he saved your life, so know you're sleeping with him?" Draco smirked, watching Hermione's eyes narrow to tiny slits, almost like a cat's. "If you want the whole story, Malfoot, this is what happened. I overdosed, Snape found me and saved me, and now he wants me to stay with him until I fully recover! Even go and ask him!" Hermione shreiked, storming off...Not knowing if she should've told him the truth. Continuing down the long hall, Hermione soon found the arch that lead into the Great Hall. Almost everyone paused as they saw here enter, and if they didn't one of their friends told them. Hermione bet that a number of stories about her and Snape had gotten around by now. "Everyone, back to dinner!" Snape demanded, and no one dared to argue with Snape.
Hermione walked over to the Gryffindor table cautiously...Trying not to take any notice of the snide remarks or the accusing stares. Sitting next to Harry, Hermione looked at him. "Harry...Y-You didn't tell...Anyone about me, did you?" She asked quietly. Harry looked at her and shook his head.
"No...Of course I didn't." He answered, pulling a roll apart. "Unless Mr 'I'm-the-king-of-Hogwarts' did." Hermione looked down the table to see a group of girls flocked around Ron, who seemed to be enjoying it. "He probably did." She answered bitterly, almost spilling the pumpkin juice she was pouring. "He was in detention with Snape the other night, he could've heard us talking or something...I saw Malfoy on my way down here." Hermione muttered, changing the subject.
"I bet that he told a few of the stories going around then." Harry muttered bitterly, stabbing his potato. Hermione nodded. "What stories ARE going around anyw-" But before Hermione could finish, Ron and Parvati marched up behind her, Parvati clinging to him and giggling cheekily. "Where's your Head Girl badge?" Parvati taunted, smirking. "Did Dumbledore take it off you for seeing Snape?" Both Ron and Parvati were laughing coldly. Hermione started to shake with anger, she was shaking so bad that half the frshly poured pumpkin juice had spilt from the goblet she was holding. "I bet your enjoying it Hermione...Always lusted after Snape, haven't you?" Hermione suddenly jolted up and punched her straight in the face, hitting her so hard that both she and Ron crashed into the next table. "Miss Granger!" Dumbledore called across the hall as students all over watched her closely.
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: Something is wrong with me...At least I'm updating! Oh yeah...Snape's OOC, but you get the picture...It's the side of Snape we never see...
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Snape looked at the badge in his hand, then up to her. "I don't want it." Hermione answered before he could even say anything. "But..."
"I don't want to be Head Girl any more." Laying down, Hermione curled up in the blankets, silently crying. "I'm sure Ron won't miss me as Head Girl."
"Hermione..." Hermione looked a little taken aback as she looked up at Snape. It was the first time she had ever called her by her first name...Except for calling the roll anyway. Taking her hand, he placed the badge back into it. Hermione let her hand clasp to his for a few moments, before both of them pulled away. Hermione bit her lip, rubbing the side of her neck.
Hermione looked at her watch, before looking up at Snape. "Er...I guess I better get ready if I'm going to have any dinner." She murmered, her speech a little slurred. Snape just nodded before getting up. "I'll go down there now..." Hermione nodded as she watched him leave. Picking up her clothes, Hermione walked over to the small bathroom that was joined to Snape's sleeping chamber. Closing the door behind her, Hermione pulled the nightshirt off, before pulling her skirt up. Looking in the mirror, Hermione gave a long groan. Since she had been sleeping all day, her hair was on end. Shaking her head, she buttoned her top up before walking out of the bathroom, pulling her cloak over her as she went.
Trying to flatten her hair, Hermione walked down the quiet hallway. Not watching where she was going, Hermione crashed into someone. "Sorry..." She muttered quickly, not looking up. She knew it was most likely a Slytherin.
"Well, well. If it isn't little Miss Granger." A voice jeered, laughing. Hermione could tell that voice from anywhere. Looking up, she met the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy. "I heard an interesting rumour today, Granger..."
"What?" Hermione spat, her eyes narrowing. Draco just laughed idly, playing with a button on his robes.
"It's true...Isn't it?"
"What's true, Ferret?"
"That you're sleeping with Snape...For...aherm...'Extra credit'?" Goyle nudged Crabbe behind Malfoy as all three of them sniggered thickly.
"No!" Hermione yelped, her face red. "He bloody well saved my life, that's what!"
"Oh...So let me get this straight, he saved your life, so know you're sleeping with him?" Draco smirked, watching Hermione's eyes narrow to tiny slits, almost like a cat's. "If you want the whole story, Malfoot, this is what happened. I overdosed, Snape found me and saved me, and now he wants me to stay with him until I fully recover! Even go and ask him!" Hermione shreiked, storming off...Not knowing if she should've told him the truth. Continuing down the long hall, Hermione soon found the arch that lead into the Great Hall. Almost everyone paused as they saw here enter, and if they didn't one of their friends told them. Hermione bet that a number of stories about her and Snape had gotten around by now. "Everyone, back to dinner!" Snape demanded, and no one dared to argue with Snape.
Hermione walked over to the Gryffindor table cautiously...Trying not to take any notice of the snide remarks or the accusing stares. Sitting next to Harry, Hermione looked at him. "Harry...Y-You didn't tell...Anyone about me, did you?" She asked quietly. Harry looked at her and shook his head.
"No...Of course I didn't." He answered, pulling a roll apart. "Unless Mr 'I'm-the-king-of-Hogwarts' did." Hermione looked down the table to see a group of girls flocked around Ron, who seemed to be enjoying it. "He probably did." She answered bitterly, almost spilling the pumpkin juice she was pouring. "He was in detention with Snape the other night, he could've heard us talking or something...I saw Malfoy on my way down here." Hermione muttered, changing the subject.
"I bet that he told a few of the stories going around then." Harry muttered bitterly, stabbing his potato. Hermione nodded. "What stories ARE going around anyw-" But before Hermione could finish, Ron and Parvati marched up behind her, Parvati clinging to him and giggling cheekily. "Where's your Head Girl badge?" Parvati taunted, smirking. "Did Dumbledore take it off you for seeing Snape?" Both Ron and Parvati were laughing coldly. Hermione started to shake with anger, she was shaking so bad that half the frshly poured pumpkin juice had spilt from the goblet she was holding. "I bet your enjoying it Hermione...Always lusted after Snape, haven't you?" Hermione suddenly jolted up and punched her straight in the face, hitting her so hard that both she and Ron crashed into the next table. "Miss Granger!" Dumbledore called across the hall as students all over watched her closely.
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