Chapter Four: Tears
When the rest of the class left, Hermione and Draco, who both were sitting in their seats, looked at Snape.
Snape was in turn regarding the pair with calculating eyes.
"Twice." He said, "Twice an odd occurrence has happened among your year, first with Mr. Potter being a Snakemouth, now with you two." He sighed and faced Hermione. "Why do you assume that Alamesios means perfection?" he asked.
"I don't know sir, I just do. When I hear the word, or name, the idea of perfection just comes to mind, so I trusted that it meant that." She lowered her head.
Snape smirked "Tell me Ms. Granger, what does The City of Serpent or Temple of Orion mean to you?"
In an odd way she knew Snape hadn't spoken those words, but it was those she heard, but she didn't want to be right, "Nothing professor."
"I see," his eyes told him that he knew that she was lying.
"What did you wish me to say professor?"
"Get out Ms. Granger, now."
"What about me professor?" Draco asked rising from his seat.
"You will have your dreamless sleep potion on your bed-stand for tonight." And he walked out of the room.
Hermione felt awful, she swore she'd get away from all that, she swore she'd forget, and what did she do? Tell the entire class it seemed like.
"Granger?" Malfoy asked coming over to her, he put his hand on her shoulder, "Now what did I tell you?"
She shook her head. "Professor Snape and a dumb dream unsettled me." She told him as she promised, but she didn't know why she kept the deal. He was her enemy after all, and was only doing this because he wanted to be the only one to make her mad.
More tears came.
"Now stop that!" he ordered, "I told you, I'm the only one who can piss you off, nothing else matters, no one else matters." He whispered the last part.
If Hermione didn't know better, it sounded almost as if he were saying, "I won't allow anyone to make you sad, and I won't let anything make you sad. It doesn't matter if they try to, they can't make you sad, for they don't matter; only I should matter to you."
It was almost as if he cared.
Which if her memory served her, he did, he had said so himself.
He was probably contemplating the same thing, from what she saw through her tears.
She leaned into him.
He held her.
"Don't cry for anyone else." He ordered.
She nodded into his chest.
Once she was done crying, he tilted her face up. "Smile." He ordered
She couldn't help it; a grin came to her face.
It was rather funny having her enemy telling her to be happy. Well, not actually telling, ordering.
"You'll be late for Charms." He said simply, and he left grabbing his bag.
Hermione wiped her eyes and made sure she looked presentable before leaving.
Malfoy was right. He was the only person who should be able to piss her off; no one else was worth it.
She ran upstairs
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Today we will be discussing the moonstone."
Hermione had barely made it on time, to the joy and relief of her friends.
No one had realized that she had been crying just a few moments ago, and she was grateful.
"Moonstones hold the power to awaken memories of the soul, they are often hard to come by and are quite rare, the larger they are. If a moonstone is worn by someone who had just had their memory modified, they would remember as they did before the spell was administered. There are three kinds, Blue, milk and fire. Blues awaken memories of fate, perhaps sadder memories, and true feelings. Milk awakens most memories of importance. And fire, those of the heart only. The most affective, and the hardest to find are the Blue Moonstones. The rules for the three are for naturally lost memories; all artificial memory modification should be able to be regained by any of the three. Are there any questions?"
No one raised their hand; Lavender however regarded Hermione oddly. She knew what the bookworm kept in her drawer.
"Now that we have gone over that, we shall be studying the 'obliverate' charm. Now move your wands with mine.. .. . .. .."
*~*~*~*~*~*~
On their way to lunch Lavender called up to Harry and Ron
"You boys mind if I keep Mione for a second? I need to ask her something."
"Sure, make it quick, though, she didn't eat much this morning." Harry agreed. Ron nodded as well.
"What's going on?" Lavender asked once the two were out of range. "First the weird dream this morning, then the moonstone. You absolutely refused to wear it. Don't you dare tell me you didn't know what it did, what is going on, what do you want to forget?"
"A lot Lavender, please I don't want to discuss it right now ok?"
"Sure, you said later though."
Hermione nodded remembering perfectly. "I said maybe." She reminded her friend.
"Now you have to tell me, it's no good keeping things to yourself." Hermione refused to relent, as Lavender soon realized, sighing in defeat she started to the grand hall, "Come on, Ron will kill me if I kept you longer."
'Ironic', Hermione thought, she had told Malfoy so easily, what was bothering her, without saying what she wanted to hide. He understood. And Lavender had automatically assumed that she hadn't told anyone since she didn't tell her Harry Ron or Ginny.
She shook her head mentally and followed her friend to the great hall.
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They hadn't bothered her at lunch, but at dinner she was pounded with questions that ranged from, "What happened in your dream," to "What does Lavender mean, you have a sapphire moonstone the size of your fist?"
The whole table around her joined into the conversation trying to get something out of Hermione.
"STOP!" she shouted. The hall became quiet, and everyone looked at her. She lowered her voice so that only her table could hear. "My mom turned into a Dursley." She stated, Every Gryffindor had heard the stories about Harry's aunt, uncle and cousin. "She doesn't want me within a mile of my little new born baby sister." She explained, "Because she wants a 'normal' child. I have no clue who sent the moonstone to me or why I have it." She started her lies in the last part. "And I don't remember my dream anymore so I can't tell you, so that's all I can offer." The table seemed to accepted this.
She felt sad remembering everything again, and the tears threatened to show on her face. "Don't cry for anyone else." The words echoed in her mind and her sadness was lifted from her, like a burden she didn't even realize she was carrying. It was amazing that what her enemy had said was what made the largest difference.
"You look rather happy." Lavender teased.
"Yeah I am"
"Didn't I tell you it would help to talk about it?" Hermione didn't know about that, but nodded her head anyway.
Lavender looked all high and mighty.
Hermione stole a look over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy was talking with his friends, smiling and laughing.
"Smile." The order entered her mind as she faced her friends, and she broke out in a large grin. "Thanks guys for listening" she made to hug each of them.
"Hay!" Neville said from behind them "Look up at the high table."
They all turned wondering what they were to look at and found out instantly.
Snape's hair was sticking out in all directions and was completely fuchsia pink.
Hermione, while everyone else was caught up in Snape's new do , looked over to find Draco winking at her.
She smiled.
The fact that he refused to let anyone make her sad besides himself, was kind of nice. First of all, he got her revenge for her, and second, after he was done with them, she presumed that they wouldn't dare make her sad or mad again.
It was almost as if he were her bodyguard, to protect her from sadness.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Now I believe that Professor Snape has tamed his hair and the rest of the school has left, we can begin, now move up there is plenty of room, I want to make sure you can hear me."
The remaining amount of students quickly moved up closer to Dumbledore and took their seats once more.
"Attention all Sixth years." Dumbledore started the informative meeting. "On September 30th you'll all be boarding the Hogwarts Express with Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout. Your teachers will be going between the school and their group, so try not to make life any harder for them,
"You'll be delivered to many European and surrounding area's historically magical sites, ending in different areas. When you return on November 1st, you shall rest since you will be arriving at night, and on the second, I expect you each to have chosen a site of your preference.
"According to your choice, you shall be placed in groups for a history project with information in one other area of study. This will be a large project and worth most of your overall grade for this year."
McGonagall Stood up "We will be visiting a total of six sites spending five days at each place. Pack accordingly. Houselves will clean your things up as we travel to a new destination, so I suggest at least five outfits. Muggle and Magical. That is all."
"One more thing," Snape added standing, "Don't get comfortable with the idea you'll be with your friends. You'll be separated into four groups, and not into your respected houses. You'll be with a fair mixture of each house, preferably two of each unless we come up odd. So if you can suggest a group of eight of so with equal representation, then we may let you be in that group instead of a randomly chosen one."
"I believe that is all," Dumbledore finished, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
The sixth years filled out of the hall.
*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
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When the rest of the class left, Hermione and Draco, who both were sitting in their seats, looked at Snape.
Snape was in turn regarding the pair with calculating eyes.
"Twice." He said, "Twice an odd occurrence has happened among your year, first with Mr. Potter being a Snakemouth, now with you two." He sighed and faced Hermione. "Why do you assume that Alamesios means perfection?" he asked.
"I don't know sir, I just do. When I hear the word, or name, the idea of perfection just comes to mind, so I trusted that it meant that." She lowered her head.
Snape smirked "Tell me Ms. Granger, what does The City of Serpent or Temple of Orion mean to you?"
In an odd way she knew Snape hadn't spoken those words, but it was those she heard, but she didn't want to be right, "Nothing professor."
"I see," his eyes told him that he knew that she was lying.
"What did you wish me to say professor?"
"Get out Ms. Granger, now."
"What about me professor?" Draco asked rising from his seat.
"You will have your dreamless sleep potion on your bed-stand for tonight." And he walked out of the room.
Hermione felt awful, she swore she'd get away from all that, she swore she'd forget, and what did she do? Tell the entire class it seemed like.
"Granger?" Malfoy asked coming over to her, he put his hand on her shoulder, "Now what did I tell you?"
She shook her head. "Professor Snape and a dumb dream unsettled me." She told him as she promised, but she didn't know why she kept the deal. He was her enemy after all, and was only doing this because he wanted to be the only one to make her mad.
More tears came.
"Now stop that!" he ordered, "I told you, I'm the only one who can piss you off, nothing else matters, no one else matters." He whispered the last part.
If Hermione didn't know better, it sounded almost as if he were saying, "I won't allow anyone to make you sad, and I won't let anything make you sad. It doesn't matter if they try to, they can't make you sad, for they don't matter; only I should matter to you."
It was almost as if he cared.
Which if her memory served her, he did, he had said so himself.
He was probably contemplating the same thing, from what she saw through her tears.
She leaned into him.
He held her.
"Don't cry for anyone else." He ordered.
She nodded into his chest.
Once she was done crying, he tilted her face up. "Smile." He ordered
She couldn't help it; a grin came to her face.
It was rather funny having her enemy telling her to be happy. Well, not actually telling, ordering.
"You'll be late for Charms." He said simply, and he left grabbing his bag.
Hermione wiped her eyes and made sure she looked presentable before leaving.
Malfoy was right. He was the only person who should be able to piss her off; no one else was worth it.
She ran upstairs
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Today we will be discussing the moonstone."
Hermione had barely made it on time, to the joy and relief of her friends.
No one had realized that she had been crying just a few moments ago, and she was grateful.
"Moonstones hold the power to awaken memories of the soul, they are often hard to come by and are quite rare, the larger they are. If a moonstone is worn by someone who had just had their memory modified, they would remember as they did before the spell was administered. There are three kinds, Blue, milk and fire. Blues awaken memories of fate, perhaps sadder memories, and true feelings. Milk awakens most memories of importance. And fire, those of the heart only. The most affective, and the hardest to find are the Blue Moonstones. The rules for the three are for naturally lost memories; all artificial memory modification should be able to be regained by any of the three. Are there any questions?"
No one raised their hand; Lavender however regarded Hermione oddly. She knew what the bookworm kept in her drawer.
"Now that we have gone over that, we shall be studying the 'obliverate' charm. Now move your wands with mine.. .. . .. .."
*~*~*~*~*~*~
On their way to lunch Lavender called up to Harry and Ron
"You boys mind if I keep Mione for a second? I need to ask her something."
"Sure, make it quick, though, she didn't eat much this morning." Harry agreed. Ron nodded as well.
"What's going on?" Lavender asked once the two were out of range. "First the weird dream this morning, then the moonstone. You absolutely refused to wear it. Don't you dare tell me you didn't know what it did, what is going on, what do you want to forget?"
"A lot Lavender, please I don't want to discuss it right now ok?"
"Sure, you said later though."
Hermione nodded remembering perfectly. "I said maybe." She reminded her friend.
"Now you have to tell me, it's no good keeping things to yourself." Hermione refused to relent, as Lavender soon realized, sighing in defeat she started to the grand hall, "Come on, Ron will kill me if I kept you longer."
'Ironic', Hermione thought, she had told Malfoy so easily, what was bothering her, without saying what she wanted to hide. He understood. And Lavender had automatically assumed that she hadn't told anyone since she didn't tell her Harry Ron or Ginny.
She shook her head mentally and followed her friend to the great hall.
~*~*~****~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They hadn't bothered her at lunch, but at dinner she was pounded with questions that ranged from, "What happened in your dream," to "What does Lavender mean, you have a sapphire moonstone the size of your fist?"
The whole table around her joined into the conversation trying to get something out of Hermione.
"STOP!" she shouted. The hall became quiet, and everyone looked at her. She lowered her voice so that only her table could hear. "My mom turned into a Dursley." She stated, Every Gryffindor had heard the stories about Harry's aunt, uncle and cousin. "She doesn't want me within a mile of my little new born baby sister." She explained, "Because she wants a 'normal' child. I have no clue who sent the moonstone to me or why I have it." She started her lies in the last part. "And I don't remember my dream anymore so I can't tell you, so that's all I can offer." The table seemed to accepted this.
She felt sad remembering everything again, and the tears threatened to show on her face. "Don't cry for anyone else." The words echoed in her mind and her sadness was lifted from her, like a burden she didn't even realize she was carrying. It was amazing that what her enemy had said was what made the largest difference.
"You look rather happy." Lavender teased.
"Yeah I am"
"Didn't I tell you it would help to talk about it?" Hermione didn't know about that, but nodded her head anyway.
Lavender looked all high and mighty.
Hermione stole a look over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy was talking with his friends, smiling and laughing.
"Smile." The order entered her mind as she faced her friends, and she broke out in a large grin. "Thanks guys for listening" she made to hug each of them.
"Hay!" Neville said from behind them "Look up at the high table."
They all turned wondering what they were to look at and found out instantly.
Snape's hair was sticking out in all directions and was completely fuchsia pink.
Hermione, while everyone else was caught up in Snape's new do , looked over to find Draco winking at her.
She smiled.
The fact that he refused to let anyone make her sad besides himself, was kind of nice. First of all, he got her revenge for her, and second, after he was done with them, she presumed that they wouldn't dare make her sad or mad again.
It was almost as if he were her bodyguard, to protect her from sadness.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Now I believe that Professor Snape has tamed his hair and the rest of the school has left, we can begin, now move up there is plenty of room, I want to make sure you can hear me."
The remaining amount of students quickly moved up closer to Dumbledore and took their seats once more.
"Attention all Sixth years." Dumbledore started the informative meeting. "On September 30th you'll all be boarding the Hogwarts Express with Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout. Your teachers will be going between the school and their group, so try not to make life any harder for them,
"You'll be delivered to many European and surrounding area's historically magical sites, ending in different areas. When you return on November 1st, you shall rest since you will be arriving at night, and on the second, I expect you each to have chosen a site of your preference.
"According to your choice, you shall be placed in groups for a history project with information in one other area of study. This will be a large project and worth most of your overall grade for this year."
McGonagall Stood up "We will be visiting a total of six sites spending five days at each place. Pack accordingly. Houselves will clean your things up as we travel to a new destination, so I suggest at least five outfits. Muggle and Magical. That is all."
"One more thing," Snape added standing, "Don't get comfortable with the idea you'll be with your friends. You'll be separated into four groups, and not into your respected houses. You'll be with a fair mixture of each house, preferably two of each unless we come up odd. So if you can suggest a group of eight of so with equal representation, then we may let you be in that group instead of a randomly chosen one."
"I believe that is all," Dumbledore finished, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
The sixth years filled out of the hall.
*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
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