A/N: Yay! Part 6! I seriously feel terrible for what I did to Hermione. I really do. Ron is such an asshole.
Hermione lay in bed for days, numbed by what had happened to her. People came and went, but Hermione didn't pay them any attention. They pointed and stared, but Hermione was oblivious to them and their pity. She was a broken girl with a broken mind and a broken heart. Why did this happen to her?
Ron also came in a couple times with Harry, but she ignored them. She couldn't stand to look at Ron, and Ron knew it. He eventually stopped coming in. Candy, cards, and flowers started piling up, and Hermione decided to get up and stop feeling sorry for herself. Much to her chagrin, she had all of her classes, except Arithmancy, with Ron.
Several days later, her table was piled with gifts and Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She climbed out of bed and started dressing for class. She pulled on black robes over her outfit, and looked in the mirror. The ghastly sight that awaited her was unexpected.
Her bright blue eyes looked dull and grey, and her hair had lost it's shine. She picked up her brush and started to brush it. In addition to her eyes and hair, there were huge bags underneath her eyes, and her face was clammy and deathly pale. She grabbed some makeup and began to remedy the situation. Soon, the bags were gone, her face looked slightly more normal, and her hair was shining again. She left the room and descended into the common room.
Harry looked at Hermione briefly as she entered the common room. She looked very nice for someone who had spent all week in bed. He wondered why she was in bed when she hadn't seemed sick, and nothing bad had happened to her recently. No death in the family, no nothing. Oh well. Harry had no time to dwell on this. It was time for Potions class.
During Potions, Harry noticed, Ron sat far away from where Hermione was sitting, and he beckoned Harry over. Harry walked over.
"Harry, why are you sitting with her? You know why she was in bed all last week?" Harry shook his head, wondering where this was leading. "Well, I'll tell you...Hermione had asked me to come to her dorm to look at something she had found. When I got there, Hermione showed me the book, then asked me if I would like to sit down. I sat on the bed, Hermione sat down next to me, and we started talking. Eventually, things started heating up, and then...you know..." Ron made a gesture with his hands.
"No!" Harry couldn't believe it. That tiny little thing? He shook his head and walked back over to her. "After Potions, can I talk to you in the common room?"
"Of course Harry!" She said, but she thought *Oh no! He knows!*
After Potions, Hermione and Harry walked up to an empty common room. As soon as they got there, Harry let loose with a tirade that could be heard across the school.
"HOW COULD YOU?" As she moved to speak, Harry started again. "OH NO, DON'T YOU SAY A THING! RON ALREADY TOLD ME! WHY DID YOU WANT TO SEDUCE RON? YOU KNOW WHAT LAVENDER WOULD DO IF SHE FOUND OUT!"
Hermione silenced him with a firm "whack" upside his head. "Now, can I tell my side?" Harry glared at her sullenly, and she began. When she was done, Harry's mouth hung open, and he looked shocked.
"Why would he lie to me like that?" Harry just stared at her. Tears were running down her face, and Harry reached out to wipe them away. "Hey, don't cry. We'll tell someone about this."
"NO! I don't want to ruin Ron's already shitty reputation...that would be terrible!" Hermione was sobbing hysterically now. "I can do this on my own Harry, but thanks..." She got up and left the portrait hole, leaving Harry sitting in the common room all alone.
Hermione wandered down to the dungeons, and into Professor Snape's office. He sat at his desk, shuffling through notes and muttering to himself.
"Professor Snape?" He jumped, and looked up at her. "Can I talk to you?" He nodded, and motioned to a chair next to him. She sat down and started her tale. By the end of the story, he was also staring at her, all muttering forgotten, notes left on the desk, also forgotten. He just stared, lost for words, as Hermione broke down. Finally, he found his voice.
"Hermione, calm down. Come here." He moved over in his seat, and pulled her over. She smiled through the tears, and his eyes pinned her. She was shocked to see passion and understanding in those gorgeous black eyes. She stopped crying and was shocked when he pulled her close and whispered, "Do you want to get back at Ron?" She nodded. They smiled at each other, and Snape pulled Hermione in for a long kiss.
A/N: YAY! The first kiss! What a short chapter! Anyway, R & R! And I don't mean Raisinettes and Retrievers...N/M, inside joke!
Disclaimer: I dun own Harry Potter. The Great J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter. It is she, the Great One, who shall bestow upon us new, and even better characters than before! And, uh, BTW, she's 5 months pregnant.
Hermione lay in bed for days, numbed by what had happened to her. People came and went, but Hermione didn't pay them any attention. They pointed and stared, but Hermione was oblivious to them and their pity. She was a broken girl with a broken mind and a broken heart. Why did this happen to her?
Ron also came in a couple times with Harry, but she ignored them. She couldn't stand to look at Ron, and Ron knew it. He eventually stopped coming in. Candy, cards, and flowers started piling up, and Hermione decided to get up and stop feeling sorry for herself. Much to her chagrin, she had all of her classes, except Arithmancy, with Ron.
Several days later, her table was piled with gifts and Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She climbed out of bed and started dressing for class. She pulled on black robes over her outfit, and looked in the mirror. The ghastly sight that awaited her was unexpected.
Her bright blue eyes looked dull and grey, and her hair had lost it's shine. She picked up her brush and started to brush it. In addition to her eyes and hair, there were huge bags underneath her eyes, and her face was clammy and deathly pale. She grabbed some makeup and began to remedy the situation. Soon, the bags were gone, her face looked slightly more normal, and her hair was shining again. She left the room and descended into the common room.
Harry looked at Hermione briefly as she entered the common room. She looked very nice for someone who had spent all week in bed. He wondered why she was in bed when she hadn't seemed sick, and nothing bad had happened to her recently. No death in the family, no nothing. Oh well. Harry had no time to dwell on this. It was time for Potions class.
During Potions, Harry noticed, Ron sat far away from where Hermione was sitting, and he beckoned Harry over. Harry walked over.
"Harry, why are you sitting with her? You know why she was in bed all last week?" Harry shook his head, wondering where this was leading. "Well, I'll tell you...Hermione had asked me to come to her dorm to look at something she had found. When I got there, Hermione showed me the book, then asked me if I would like to sit down. I sat on the bed, Hermione sat down next to me, and we started talking. Eventually, things started heating up, and then...you know..." Ron made a gesture with his hands.
"No!" Harry couldn't believe it. That tiny little thing? He shook his head and walked back over to her. "After Potions, can I talk to you in the common room?"
"Of course Harry!" She said, but she thought *Oh no! He knows!*
After Potions, Hermione and Harry walked up to an empty common room. As soon as they got there, Harry let loose with a tirade that could be heard across the school.
"HOW COULD YOU?" As she moved to speak, Harry started again. "OH NO, DON'T YOU SAY A THING! RON ALREADY TOLD ME! WHY DID YOU WANT TO SEDUCE RON? YOU KNOW WHAT LAVENDER WOULD DO IF SHE FOUND OUT!"
Hermione silenced him with a firm "whack" upside his head. "Now, can I tell my side?" Harry glared at her sullenly, and she began. When she was done, Harry's mouth hung open, and he looked shocked.
"Why would he lie to me like that?" Harry just stared at her. Tears were running down her face, and Harry reached out to wipe them away. "Hey, don't cry. We'll tell someone about this."
"NO! I don't want to ruin Ron's already shitty reputation...that would be terrible!" Hermione was sobbing hysterically now. "I can do this on my own Harry, but thanks..." She got up and left the portrait hole, leaving Harry sitting in the common room all alone.
Hermione wandered down to the dungeons, and into Professor Snape's office. He sat at his desk, shuffling through notes and muttering to himself.
"Professor Snape?" He jumped, and looked up at her. "Can I talk to you?" He nodded, and motioned to a chair next to him. She sat down and started her tale. By the end of the story, he was also staring at her, all muttering forgotten, notes left on the desk, also forgotten. He just stared, lost for words, as Hermione broke down. Finally, he found his voice.
"Hermione, calm down. Come here." He moved over in his seat, and pulled her over. She smiled through the tears, and his eyes pinned her. She was shocked to see passion and understanding in those gorgeous black eyes. She stopped crying and was shocked when he pulled her close and whispered, "Do you want to get back at Ron?" She nodded. They smiled at each other, and Snape pulled Hermione in for a long kiss.
A/N: YAY! The first kiss! What a short chapter! Anyway, R & R! And I don't mean Raisinettes and Retrievers...N/M, inside joke!
Disclaimer: I dun own Harry Potter. The Great J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter. It is she, the Great One, who shall bestow upon us new, and even better characters than before! And, uh, BTW, she's 5 months pregnant.
