Title: Turing Dark--Third Installment
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I had some issues uploading the second and third installments, so if they are a bit messed up sorry, email me with the problem and I'll try and fix it. Also, you might know Debussy's Claire du Lune, it is on the movie Ocean's 11 at the end, when they are standing at the fountain.
CHAPTER 7
"Hermione, are you finished all you work?"
"Yes."
"Care to join me in the study?" They walked into the dimly lit study, and sat down in two facing leather chairs.
"Why did you decide to stay helping me?"
"Why not?"
"Thats not an answer, and I could give a thousand reasons why not--I'm demanding, you have no time to yourself, potions is a boring subject, you would enjoy helping another class better, I have no need for an assistant....the list goes on....would you like me to continue you."
"No, as you have not given me one reason thus far, that is true. You aren't demanding, you just provide challenges, I need no personal time--I don't have a significant other, potions is not boring it is amazing, I wouldn't have picked this class if I had enjoyed helping another better, and if you do not need an assistant why is there always work for me to do?"
"Fine. Then explain to me why."
"If you can't figure out why, you aren't half as smart as I once thought."
"Though, this game of yours Miss Granger is rather unique I do not wish to play."
"Fine, simply put I know that you don't judge me for my past, and you are half decent company."
"Who says I don't judge you?"
"No one, but if you did it would be rather pointless considering how I could judge you on your past."
"True. I have some reading to do now."
"Mind if I stay here, and read with you." Snape nodded, and gestured towards the bookshelves. Hermione rose and began to look for a book--potions, chemistry, physics, Greek history, magical plants, spell books, music history, art history, she finally picked Plato's Republic. Hermione had read the book various times before, but something about Plato's philosophy always brought her back to it. She curled up in the chair, with her feet underneath her. After reading for awhile Hermione sighed, and placed the book on her lap, "Have you ever wondered what life would be like if everyone believed what Plato believed?"
"I suppose there would be a lot more questioning of what is...and in general there wouldn't be as many stupid people as there are now."
"That's not what I ment, what if everyone has the potential to do great things, and we are just over looking them, what if we have everything backwards?"
"If that was the case, our schooling system would have to be altered...and we would have very different lives Hermione." It was clear that Snape wasn't a huge Plato fan so Hermione left the topic....she got up again and for the first time noticed an old record player. "May I?"
"Go ahead, there are a bunch of classical records on the shelf under it." Hermione leafed through them: Beethoven, Haydn, Pachelbel, Tchaikovsky, Chopin, Vivaldi...she settled on Mozart. The sound of one of his concert concertos filled the room. Snape smiled slightly, she had picked one of his favorites. "Hermione, I wouldn't have pegged you for the classical type."
"Don't assume, it makes an ass out of you and me." Snape laughed, "I'll have to remember that."
"I don't mind the classics, I grew up with them, I played the piano...I think my parents though I would be the next Mozart, sadly enough I wasn't though I'm not half bad."
"Do you still play?"
"Occasionally, but I couldn't bring the piano to Hogwarts?"
"Why not?"
"Its rather hard to ship, so I just left if at my parents house." Snape stood up, and gestured for Hermione to follow him, he lead her to the far wall--that had no bookcases. He tapped his wand on the wall, and said something that Hermione couldn't make out. A door opened in the wall, and Snape walked in. The room was amazing, it had at least ten foot ceilings, that housed a candle chandelier, it was decorated in an old English style, and in the middle of the room as a baby grand. Hermione was shocked, she never would have thought Snape to be at all musical. "Well come on, show me what you can do." Hermione sat down at the piano, she ran her fingers gently over the keys to get the feel of things....she dived into Debussy's Claire De Lune, the sound was great, she was one with the music, when she finished there was silence for a moment, then Snape began to clap slowly, but with pride. "That was great, who said you couldn't have been the next Mozart?"
"Sure, it was decent, but there lots of people who can play just as good as me, if not better, and I have little talent when it comes to composing. Now do I get to hear you play?"
"Who said I played?"
"You have a piano."
"Don't assume Miss Granger, it makes an ass out of you and me." Hermione laughed, "Come on, please?"
"Very well." Snape slid onto the bench, and moved his cloak to allow his hands adequate space. Hermione couldn't place the piece right away, it was sad, with light under tones...it was as if the light part of the song was being oppressed by the dark harmony, and was waiting to escape. Snape finished. "What was that?"
"That my dear, was my own creation."
"Really? It was wonderful, it was like a battle between good and evil."
"Something like that, an inner fight really."
"Do you compose a lot?"
"Only when I have issues that need solving, this is my outlet, it takes all my problems, away for the time being and releases tension."
"Understandable." The head back to the study, "Pensive."
"What?"
"Pensive, it's the password to that room, you need to play more often if you want to keep you skills."
"Thank you."
"No, thanks is needed, I'm just giving you an opportunity, what you do with it is your choice. Now I think its late enough that we both went to bed."
"Good night, Severus."
"Good Night, Hermione."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I had some issues uploading the second and third installments, so if they are a bit messed up sorry, email me with the problem and I'll try and fix it. Also, you might know Debussy's Claire du Lune, it is on the movie Ocean's 11 at the end, when they are standing at the fountain.
CHAPTER 7
"Hermione, are you finished all you work?"
"Yes."
"Care to join me in the study?" They walked into the dimly lit study, and sat down in two facing leather chairs.
"Why did you decide to stay helping me?"
"Why not?"
"Thats not an answer, and I could give a thousand reasons why not--I'm demanding, you have no time to yourself, potions is a boring subject, you would enjoy helping another class better, I have no need for an assistant....the list goes on....would you like me to continue you."
"No, as you have not given me one reason thus far, that is true. You aren't demanding, you just provide challenges, I need no personal time--I don't have a significant other, potions is not boring it is amazing, I wouldn't have picked this class if I had enjoyed helping another better, and if you do not need an assistant why is there always work for me to do?"
"Fine. Then explain to me why."
"If you can't figure out why, you aren't half as smart as I once thought."
"Though, this game of yours Miss Granger is rather unique I do not wish to play."
"Fine, simply put I know that you don't judge me for my past, and you are half decent company."
"Who says I don't judge you?"
"No one, but if you did it would be rather pointless considering how I could judge you on your past."
"True. I have some reading to do now."
"Mind if I stay here, and read with you." Snape nodded, and gestured towards the bookshelves. Hermione rose and began to look for a book--potions, chemistry, physics, Greek history, magical plants, spell books, music history, art history, she finally picked Plato's Republic. Hermione had read the book various times before, but something about Plato's philosophy always brought her back to it. She curled up in the chair, with her feet underneath her. After reading for awhile Hermione sighed, and placed the book on her lap, "Have you ever wondered what life would be like if everyone believed what Plato believed?"
"I suppose there would be a lot more questioning of what is...and in general there wouldn't be as many stupid people as there are now."
"That's not what I ment, what if everyone has the potential to do great things, and we are just over looking them, what if we have everything backwards?"
"If that was the case, our schooling system would have to be altered...and we would have very different lives Hermione." It was clear that Snape wasn't a huge Plato fan so Hermione left the topic....she got up again and for the first time noticed an old record player. "May I?"
"Go ahead, there are a bunch of classical records on the shelf under it." Hermione leafed through them: Beethoven, Haydn, Pachelbel, Tchaikovsky, Chopin, Vivaldi...she settled on Mozart. The sound of one of his concert concertos filled the room. Snape smiled slightly, she had picked one of his favorites. "Hermione, I wouldn't have pegged you for the classical type."
"Don't assume, it makes an ass out of you and me." Snape laughed, "I'll have to remember that."
"I don't mind the classics, I grew up with them, I played the piano...I think my parents though I would be the next Mozart, sadly enough I wasn't though I'm not half bad."
"Do you still play?"
"Occasionally, but I couldn't bring the piano to Hogwarts?"
"Why not?"
"Its rather hard to ship, so I just left if at my parents house." Snape stood up, and gestured for Hermione to follow him, he lead her to the far wall--that had no bookcases. He tapped his wand on the wall, and said something that Hermione couldn't make out. A door opened in the wall, and Snape walked in. The room was amazing, it had at least ten foot ceilings, that housed a candle chandelier, it was decorated in an old English style, and in the middle of the room as a baby grand. Hermione was shocked, she never would have thought Snape to be at all musical. "Well come on, show me what you can do." Hermione sat down at the piano, she ran her fingers gently over the keys to get the feel of things....she dived into Debussy's Claire De Lune, the sound was great, she was one with the music, when she finished there was silence for a moment, then Snape began to clap slowly, but with pride. "That was great, who said you couldn't have been the next Mozart?"
"Sure, it was decent, but there lots of people who can play just as good as me, if not better, and I have little talent when it comes to composing. Now do I get to hear you play?"
"Who said I played?"
"You have a piano."
"Don't assume Miss Granger, it makes an ass out of you and me." Hermione laughed, "Come on, please?"
"Very well." Snape slid onto the bench, and moved his cloak to allow his hands adequate space. Hermione couldn't place the piece right away, it was sad, with light under tones...it was as if the light part of the song was being oppressed by the dark harmony, and was waiting to escape. Snape finished. "What was that?"
"That my dear, was my own creation."
"Really? It was wonderful, it was like a battle between good and evil."
"Something like that, an inner fight really."
"Do you compose a lot?"
"Only when I have issues that need solving, this is my outlet, it takes all my problems, away for the time being and releases tension."
"Understandable." The head back to the study, "Pensive."
"What?"
"Pensive, it's the password to that room, you need to play more often if you want to keep you skills."
"Thank you."
"No, thanks is needed, I'm just giving you an opportunity, what you do with it is your choice. Now I think its late enough that we both went to bed."
"Good night, Severus."
"Good Night, Hermione."