Turning Dark--Fifth installment
CHAPTER 9
The sound of wings woke up Snape, a small owl was hovering over his head. Snape groaned, an owl this early in the day could not be good news. Either someone was in trouble, or he had done something he shouldn't have.
Severus,
You know allowing yourself to let go once in awhile is not always a bad thing, everyone deserves some joy--yes even someone like you. So do something, before I take drastic measures. I will force feed you love potions and muggle sweets if need be.
Waiting not so patiently,
Albus
'Merlin's beard,' Snape muttered under his breath. That wizard could not mind his own business, and now he had no choice but to 'do something', or face the wrath of Dumblore. It was one thing to meddle in the affairs of his students, but to meddle in the affairs of his teaching staff--that was completely insane. But arguing with Albus never did any good so Snape took his sleeping potion and drifted off...leaving the problem until morning.
Hermione arrived only seconds before Snape's first class, depriving Snape the opportunity to talk to her, and giving him more time to make up his mind. After his morning lessons Snape found Hermione curled up in his study with Plato. What was it with that girl and Plato, out of all the books in his study she kept on coming back to one about some crackpots theories about life. Maybe it was because she was born a muggle he pondered, ah well no point and delaying dreaded disscusion any longer.
"We need to talk." Hermione closed the book, and looked up at Snape "So you've come to terms with things I suppose."
"Yes."
"Well...since I can't read your mind, please share your thoughts."
"Though I am still unsure that you know your true feelings, I know that we are two people who in the beginning despised each other. Then common ground appeared, granted that ground was the death eaters, it gave us understanding, and as time went on we began to enjoy each others company. I know this, you know this."
"Stop telling me things I already know, tell me about----"
"As I was saying, before you interrupted me, but there are things you do not know. You do not know my past, about the acts I performed, about the women I've hurt and abused."
"I can imagine, I was forced into the death eaters, I know what they did...but I don't care that you've done those things, you felt guilty and changed sides. That's all the matters, all that counts."
"In that case, Miss Granger would you like to accompany me to dinner sometime?"
"Only if you don't call me 'Miss Granger."
"As long as you don't call me Professor we have a deal." Hermione smiled, life wasn't that bad after all. They sat and talked for the rest of the evening, they finally decided to 'go to dinner' on the weekend, at a small place just out side of London, they would apparate there, after getting of school properties of course.
Hermione returned to her room, she couldn't belive it...life was funny sometimes, during school Snape was her mortal enemy, now she was going on a date with him; Harry and Ron sure would be surprised. Hermione fell asleep easily, thinking foundly of the future.
CHAPTER 9
The sound of wings woke up Snape, a small owl was hovering over his head. Snape groaned, an owl this early in the day could not be good news. Either someone was in trouble, or he had done something he shouldn't have.
Severus,
You know allowing yourself to let go once in awhile is not always a bad thing, everyone deserves some joy--yes even someone like you. So do something, before I take drastic measures. I will force feed you love potions and muggle sweets if need be.
Waiting not so patiently,
Albus
'Merlin's beard,' Snape muttered under his breath. That wizard could not mind his own business, and now he had no choice but to 'do something', or face the wrath of Dumblore. It was one thing to meddle in the affairs of his students, but to meddle in the affairs of his teaching staff--that was completely insane. But arguing with Albus never did any good so Snape took his sleeping potion and drifted off...leaving the problem until morning.
Hermione arrived only seconds before Snape's first class, depriving Snape the opportunity to talk to her, and giving him more time to make up his mind. After his morning lessons Snape found Hermione curled up in his study with Plato. What was it with that girl and Plato, out of all the books in his study she kept on coming back to one about some crackpots theories about life. Maybe it was because she was born a muggle he pondered, ah well no point and delaying dreaded disscusion any longer.
"We need to talk." Hermione closed the book, and looked up at Snape "So you've come to terms with things I suppose."
"Yes."
"Well...since I can't read your mind, please share your thoughts."
"Though I am still unsure that you know your true feelings, I know that we are two people who in the beginning despised each other. Then common ground appeared, granted that ground was the death eaters, it gave us understanding, and as time went on we began to enjoy each others company. I know this, you know this."
"Stop telling me things I already know, tell me about----"
"As I was saying, before you interrupted me, but there are things you do not know. You do not know my past, about the acts I performed, about the women I've hurt and abused."
"I can imagine, I was forced into the death eaters, I know what they did...but I don't care that you've done those things, you felt guilty and changed sides. That's all the matters, all that counts."
"In that case, Miss Granger would you like to accompany me to dinner sometime?"
"Only if you don't call me 'Miss Granger."
"As long as you don't call me Professor we have a deal." Hermione smiled, life wasn't that bad after all. They sat and talked for the rest of the evening, they finally decided to 'go to dinner' on the weekend, at a small place just out side of London, they would apparate there, after getting of school properties of course.
Hermione returned to her room, she couldn't belive it...life was funny sometimes, during school Snape was her mortal enemy, now she was going on a date with him; Harry and Ron sure would be surprised. Hermione fell asleep easily, thinking foundly of the future.