Behind Black Eyes – Sequel to The Crush
By Snapesgirl1981
Rating: R eventually so only for violence and language
Disclaimer: JK Rowling and WB own all rights. Don't sue.
Summary: After the tragic events of The Crush Snape and Hermione meet again five years later and this time there is much more at stake than only their happiness..
Spoiler: Only general ones, you should know HP and Hogwarts but not any specifics other than Snape's history of course.
A/N: Since I was let's say talked into writing this (right Danric Lover ;) and since I have absolutely no desire to anger my readers further this is the sequel I promised. I might be working on this a while since the chapters here are going to be longer. But you should get at least a chapter a week. Reviews are definitely going to speed things up.
Note: The song used here is Behind Blue Eyes by I think The Who. Correct me if I am wrong. Took this idea from WIKTT. As always this is beta read by the lovely Rachel who is an excellent writer herself. Any wonderful phrasings are due to her input and any mistakes are purely my fault. Thanks honey.
Behind Blue Eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue (black) eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue (black) eyes
Prologue
The last five years had been uneventful for Hermione Granger to say the least. She had studied at one of the few wizards' universities in England that was suited near Bath. As usual when it came to knowledge and learning she expected nothing less but perfectionism from herself and had worked most of the time either at home or in the old dusty library that reminded her so much of her times in Hogwarts. She had very little contact with her old friends from her school time- only Harry and Ron managed to stay in contact with her during her years. They had both decided to get into an education to became Aurors and were mostly at the Ministry for Magic working with people like Mad Eye Moody or Ron's brother Percy which ticked the red haired Wesley to no end.
Hermione had spend her summers either with her parents or the Weasleys who always managed to make her feel welcomed. But more often than that she travelled through the most unusual regions of the world always in search of something that would help her keep an old promise that she had made five years ago in the infirmary next to the bed of the man she loved.
She had not heard from him in the last years but had not expected to. Still it hurt, more so than ever, because she missed him so much at night when she lay in her bed and thrashed around in her sheets. She rarely slept more than five hours a night mostly out of frustration that even the most enthusiastic research hadn't brought her one step further. Oh, she knew now all the ways NOT to do it but it seemed there just wasn't a way to restore sight if it was taken with a curse. The only bright moment had been when she had found a potion to heal his wrongly placed knuckles and bones in his hands. It hadn't been easy to find this ancient potion that wasn't used any longer since some of the ingredients were forbidden these days but she had still managed to brew one and instantly send Harry to Albus Dumbledore's office to hand over the potion. The headmaster had not spoken to her since then and she had no idea if he had even handed the vile to him.
Severus.
How she missed him. His wonderful dark eyes that had the power to make her feel all kinds of emotions just by looking at her in a certain way. The wonderful voice, dark and sonore, which had made all her friends tremble in potion classes but that had once whispered her name so tenderly. Even his biting sarcasm and the venom he could so easily drop, the cruelty in which he used to break people, had indeed broke her. He was not a bright heroic knight in shining armour but he was the dark broody Ex-Death Eater that had so easily risked his life on numerous times to spy for Albus' Order of the Phoenix but yet had never managed to say one good thing about a Gryffindor. He was full of contradictions and seemed to be a walking mystery but she longed so much to just see him for once that she cried into her pillow at nights until she fell asleep with exhaustion.
But she had promised him she would respect his wishes and stay away from him until he called her. And he never had in all those years, in all those lonely nights. Maybe that hurt the most. Always she had kept the hope alive that he would one day come and sweep her away in a tender embrace but then he was Severus Snape. It was not in his nature to admit a mistake and he would rather die alone than ever remark that he needed her. He was a Syltherin after all.
Getting up from the station bench Hermione heaved her small backpack on her shoulders and began to walk towards the wall dividing platforms nine and ten. It was the only way to reach platform 9 ¾ after all and if she wanted to board the Hogwarts Express she had to go there. Looking around her quickly she casually stepped through the brick wall and instantly was surrounded by children in all kinds of robes. There was shouting and every now and then somebody bumped into her mumbling a quick sorry and rushing on. Chuckling she remembered the first time she had been here and had boarded the Hogwarts Express with probably as much trepidation as some of these kids.
"It's a strange feeling isn't it?"
Turning around she heard the familiar voice of Minerva McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor and Professor of Transformation. She almost looked the same only some more grey in her otherwise brown hair.
"Welcome back Hermione!" The smile was sincere and after some hesitation she hugged the still frail girl.
"Thank you Professor."
The older woman raised her hand. "Please, you are now a part of the faculty and I insist on Minerva."
Hermione nodded and looked at the slowly clearing platform. It was almost time.
"You are ready Hermione?" Mivera's eyes behind her glasses were full of sympathy.
No matter what he would say or think she was welcomed in Hogwarts. There were people she knew, people she cared for and who cared for her.
A short nod later they stepped into the train and with screeching engines and some horns blowing the Express left London towards Hogwarts.
A/N: I have no idea where I am going with this but this time she is in a whole different situation with dear old Severus. Hope you are all back and start the ride with me. If you have the chance listen to the song once- it's pretty good.