Hand On Your Heart
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: Er...I kind of stuffed up with Hermione going mental there...Oh well, as they say...The show er...Fanfic, must go on!
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Hermione shifted uncomfortably as she let go of Snape's hand. "Professor...Harry said something that got me thinking..." She murmered, a knot forming in her stomach as Snape's gaze fell on her.
"And what did Potter tell you?"
"Well...Um...Nothing important. It's just...I've been wondering...Why are you keeping me in here? Shouldn't I be in the Hospital Wing or something? It doesn't bother me...It's just...Well with all the stories going around...It's just...Well...Got me thinking, that's all." She explained quietly, her hand on her neck as she bit her lip. Snape sighed, annoyed, as he folded his arms. "Granger, if you think I'm keeping you here to try and get into your pants, I'm not." He answered bluntly, eyes narrowed.
"I'm keeping you here because for one thing, Madam Pomfrey will send you home or to St Mungo's in a matter of seconds if you were in the Hospital Wing."
"Yes...But...Why don't you want me to go?" Hermione asked, looking up at him, puzzled.
"I ended up in St Mungo's." He answered with malice in his voice. "But when they let me out, I ended up living with my mother, not that she cared...She was drunk most of the time, so I ended up in St Mungo's again. It became a vicious cycle, really." Snape looked pale by the time he had finished, and was shaking slightly. Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for him, even if he was Snape. "I-I'm sorry...I shouldn't have pushed it..." She murmered quietly, hugging him.
"Oh...Sorry..." Hermione quickly muttered as she let go of Snape, suddenly realising what she was doing. "I..." But when she looked up at Snape, he was smiling, for the first time he had since he was at school, probably. "I think we both needed it." Hermione looked a little shocked, but in a way, Snape was right. She had felt, happy, for the first time in ages when she hugged him, and that was saying something. "I think we did, too." She answered, still looking a little embarassed. It wasn't every day that someone could admit to hugging Snape. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Hermione stiffled a yawn. Snape shook his head, still smiling as he looked at her. "I think you better go to bed. After today, I bet you'd be tired." Snape turned to open the door, but was stopped by Hermione. "Professor..."
"Yes?" Snape asked, looking at her, the door ajar. Hermione curled a strand of hair around her finger, looking uncomfortable. "Nothing...Sorry...'Night." Snape shook his head as he left, closing the door softly behind him. Hermione yawned again before curling up under the warm blankets, no longer tired. Running over what had happened that day, Hermione couldn't but but giggle quietly, it seemed so stupid. Shaking her head, she rolled over to face the moonlit window. Suddenly a blurred shadow caught her eye, and it wasn't the shadow of a tree, but the shadow of someone's head. "Go away!" She called angrily, guessing it was Draco or someone.
"Hey! It's me!" A familiar voice hissed as they knocked on the window. "Open it up!"
Getting out of bed, Hermione walked over to the window, unlatching the hook cautiously. "Harry? What are you doing here? I thought you were on Ron's side." Hermione growled coldly as Harry hoisted himself through the narrow window. "Nah, not a chance. If I was on his side, I'd be running around with every girl...Er, that doesn't sound right..." He grinned cheekily with a small laugh. "Thought you'd want a bit of company? Sorry about..." But Hermione cut him off. "No...Harry, if there's anyone that should be sorry, it should be me." Hermione whispered softly before hugging Harry tightly. "I don't know what's wrong with me...I just lose it so easy..." Harry shook his head, hugging her back. "Don't worry, it's normal to do that...Trust me on that one."
Hermione laughed a little as she pulled away from him, reluctant. "I guess...God I've had the weirdest day..."
"I know...Even weirder than a day when I battle Voldemort." Harry smiled, shaking his head a little. Hermione nodded slightly. "I even hugged Snape...That's weird..." Hermione smiled, placing her hand on her neck. Harry looked at her as if she was crazy. "You're kidding...Right?" Hermione shook her head, still grinning.
"Nope...Not at all...Snape's actually really nice, Harry." Harry's jaw dropped, looking even more weird than what he had a few minutes ago. "Okay then..."
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A/N: Erm...Weird ending...I couldn't think of anything.
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: Er...I kind of stuffed up with Hermione going mental there...Oh well, as they say...The show er...Fanfic, must go on!
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Hermione shifted uncomfortably as she let go of Snape's hand. "Professor...Harry said something that got me thinking..." She murmered, a knot forming in her stomach as Snape's gaze fell on her.
"And what did Potter tell you?"
"Well...Um...Nothing important. It's just...I've been wondering...Why are you keeping me in here? Shouldn't I be in the Hospital Wing or something? It doesn't bother me...It's just...Well with all the stories going around...It's just...Well...Got me thinking, that's all." She explained quietly, her hand on her neck as she bit her lip. Snape sighed, annoyed, as he folded his arms. "Granger, if you think I'm keeping you here to try and get into your pants, I'm not." He answered bluntly, eyes narrowed.
"I'm keeping you here because for one thing, Madam Pomfrey will send you home or to St Mungo's in a matter of seconds if you were in the Hospital Wing."
"Yes...But...Why don't you want me to go?" Hermione asked, looking up at him, puzzled.
"I ended up in St Mungo's." He answered with malice in his voice. "But when they let me out, I ended up living with my mother, not that she cared...She was drunk most of the time, so I ended up in St Mungo's again. It became a vicious cycle, really." Snape looked pale by the time he had finished, and was shaking slightly. Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for him, even if he was Snape. "I-I'm sorry...I shouldn't have pushed it..." She murmered quietly, hugging him.
"Oh...Sorry..." Hermione quickly muttered as she let go of Snape, suddenly realising what she was doing. "I..." But when she looked up at Snape, he was smiling, for the first time he had since he was at school, probably. "I think we both needed it." Hermione looked a little shocked, but in a way, Snape was right. She had felt, happy, for the first time in ages when she hugged him, and that was saying something. "I think we did, too." She answered, still looking a little embarassed. It wasn't every day that someone could admit to hugging Snape. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Hermione stiffled a yawn. Snape shook his head, still smiling as he looked at her. "I think you better go to bed. After today, I bet you'd be tired." Snape turned to open the door, but was stopped by Hermione. "Professor..."
"Yes?" Snape asked, looking at her, the door ajar. Hermione curled a strand of hair around her finger, looking uncomfortable. "Nothing...Sorry...'Night." Snape shook his head as he left, closing the door softly behind him. Hermione yawned again before curling up under the warm blankets, no longer tired. Running over what had happened that day, Hermione couldn't but but giggle quietly, it seemed so stupid. Shaking her head, she rolled over to face the moonlit window. Suddenly a blurred shadow caught her eye, and it wasn't the shadow of a tree, but the shadow of someone's head. "Go away!" She called angrily, guessing it was Draco or someone.
"Hey! It's me!" A familiar voice hissed as they knocked on the window. "Open it up!"
Getting out of bed, Hermione walked over to the window, unlatching the hook cautiously. "Harry? What are you doing here? I thought you were on Ron's side." Hermione growled coldly as Harry hoisted himself through the narrow window. "Nah, not a chance. If I was on his side, I'd be running around with every girl...Er, that doesn't sound right..." He grinned cheekily with a small laugh. "Thought you'd want a bit of company? Sorry about..." But Hermione cut him off. "No...Harry, if there's anyone that should be sorry, it should be me." Hermione whispered softly before hugging Harry tightly. "I don't know what's wrong with me...I just lose it so easy..." Harry shook his head, hugging her back. "Don't worry, it's normal to do that...Trust me on that one."
Hermione laughed a little as she pulled away from him, reluctant. "I guess...God I've had the weirdest day..."
"I know...Even weirder than a day when I battle Voldemort." Harry smiled, shaking his head a little. Hermione nodded slightly. "I even hugged Snape...That's weird..." Hermione smiled, placing her hand on her neck. Harry looked at her as if she was crazy. "You're kidding...Right?" Hermione shook her head, still grinning.
"Nope...Not at all...Snape's actually really nice, Harry." Harry's jaw dropped, looking even more weird than what he had a few minutes ago. "Okay then..."
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A/N: Erm...Weird ending...I couldn't think of anything.
