The Crush – Part Four
A/N: First of all thanks for the reviews. You are all so nice and it encourages me to no end to write more.
Danric-Lover: Just wait and see. It will be revealed in one the next chapters.
Professor-Hermione-Snape: Thanks so much. It's my first fic to that means the world to me. I was always afraid I might write one person to OOC.
Delirium-86: Thanks honey so much and I am glad you like it. And you know evil mysterious Snape- he is not going to make things easy on the poor Hermione.
J.S.Summer: Hope this format suits you better. Thanks for making me notice anyway.
The next morning at breakfast Hermione was silent to say the best. Her eyes looked puffy and red and she sat over her plate not touching one bite. She had worked all night in the library on her potion assignment and had gone straight to her room this morning to shower. All through the night she had broke out into tears remembering the harsh words and the expression in her professor's eyes- clear disgust. He hated her and not because of anything she could change but because she was herself.
Harry noticed her sullen expression but chose to not comment on it. From experience he knew that Hermione would talk with him when she felt ready and to push her meant only to make her angry without reason. But he was worried by now since Parvati had told him that Hermione had been in the library all night and only returned this morning.
A quick glance to the head table showed him that Snape looked not his usual self as well. He hadn't touched his fool and cast blazing glares to everybody. The morning would start with potion classes and Harry inwardly groaned. Snape with a good mood was already hell. This way he would surely get detention for something like breathing. He had a feeling that Snape's bad mood had something to do with Hermione's puffy eyes. But what exactly he could not tell.
In that moment Snape looked into their direction and as usual his eyes darkend when he saw Harry. Well that resentiment went both ways Harry thought. But then something really weird happened. Snape looked at the sunken figure of Hermione and something entered his eyes. Something like compassion. But within seconds it was gone and he looked defiantly into Harry's green eyes his dark depth filled with anger.
Neither Snape nor Harry noticed Albus Dumbledore's concerned look into Hermione's direction and the amusement that filled his eyes when they rested on his potion master.
After breakfast Ron and Harry had to push Hermione to make her get up and follow them to the dungeons. Even Ron didn't comment on her untypical behaviour and simply cast worried glances her way. They made the way in silence until the reached the door to the classroom. For a moment it looked as if Hermione hesitated to enter but then her shouldered straightened and she followed Ron through the door.
Snape was already there leaning against his desk his eyes resting above the students heads somewhere on the backwall of the room. He appeared like he was severely bored and only Harry noticed the quick glance into their direction.
The lesson began shortly after with Snape giving them instruction on how to brew one particalur sleep potion and everybody was taking notes. Everybody except Hermione. She sat in her chair and looked nervously into Snape's direction. He didn't comment on it neither did he comment on the fact that she clearly wasn't paying attention. He drooned on and on without looking into the Gryffindor's direction once. Especially Neville seemed to be relieved and was even able to arrange his ingredients in a correct manner.
Slowly the tension left Hermione's body and from sheer exhaustion she fell asleep right on her desk burrying her face in her arms. Harry and Ron were so busy taking notes that they failed to recognize until Snape's look fell on them and darkend.
"Mr Potter. Maybe you want to wake up Ms Granger so she can join us in the joy of brewing that potion." His voice dripped with sarcasm but the normal venom was missing. He didn't even deduct points for falling asleep.
Harry gently shock Hermione awake and helped her with her ingredients. Strangely Snape didn't comment on it once due to the fact that he seemed to ignore them at all. He sat behind his desk marking papers while they worked on their cauldrons.
More and more frequently Harry glanced at Hermione with worry. She wasn't paying attention, simply adding the ingredients in the order they lay there, her eyes fixed on a point somewere above the professor's head. Harry was pretty busy since he not only had to help Hermione but keep Neville from blowing up his cauldron. Usually when they were finished they tried out their potions since Snape mostly had an anitdote ready but today he had announced that they would simply brew them and were not to try them. It was most surely due to that why Harry heard a slump all in a sudden and when he turned around he saw Hermiones laying next to her cauldron bleeding from her head.
"Professor Snape!" Harry knelt down besides his best friend and was soon joined by the potion master.
"What happened here?" Snape's voice sounded like he would loose his temper in a second.
"She tried the potion."
Snape glared at him. "I told you not to."
Harry simply shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to say in Hermione's defence and confronted with Snape's anger.
After checking that besides the small cut on her head she was alright and only sleeping Snape looked up and the snickering from the Slytherins stopped at his furious glare.
"Malfoy. Tonight seven o'clock you can look forward to two hours detention. All of you leave now so that I can brew the antidote to wake up Ms Granger. Leave!"
Hurriedly the students fled the room to not get another detention.
Sighing Snape picked up Hermione, tried not to notice how she snuggled to his chest and carried her through the door into his private chambers. He crossed his living room and stepped into his bedroom which was of course completely black. Gently he laid Hermione down on his satin sheets and tried to make her at least somewhat comfortable. It would take him over two hours to brew the antidote and for some reason he wanted her to feel good in that time.
He got some ointment from his bedside table and applied it on the girl's head instantly closing the cut. He hesitated but then got up. No use in kneeling here longer when he should brew that potion.
In the doorway he looked back on the girl and groaned. She had curled up hugging one of his pillows and her hair was spread out on his bed. She looked like an angel. Absolutely breathtaking.
You old foolish bastard!
She would never be his, not when she was a student and not even sixteen yet and surely not later when she would leave Hogwarts to forget all about a pityful excuse for an Ex-Death Eater and Potion Master. Best not to dwell on it.
But somehow he knew that that would be almost impossible.
[ Oh what possibilties. Hermione in Snape's bed and he next door brewing a potion. I decided that I allow them to sex before she turns sixteen. Time turner and all Hermione really is and all of you who are bothered by that can leave right now. ]