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*A/N: well everyone its a new chapter, thanks for all the reveiws and such and wow I dont have much to say... oh yeah this chapter throws in a odd bit that of course isn't actualy in the Harry Potter books -The None- but I thought the wizarding world really did need some weird people like that *nodds* and its my story so you have to just let it be... plus it makes our Severus more sensitive ^_^*
Severus walked ousted feeling the cool breeze push against his face. It felt so good. He had walked away from the uncomfortable formality of the great hall into the dreariness of a drizzling day. It was not bright or sunny outside, just his own happy little space of rain. Feeling the dampness bead up on his skin, he walked off to the lake. Deep blue and slowly moving from the small ripples. No reflectoin shimmering off tehm, which was good. He didn't want to see himself today.
It just bugged him. Severus was being bugged by a student. A smart student, beatiful. She haunted him. Hr was begining to noticed how she always showed up in his thoghts. Not to mention in his real world, doing sommething, and he was stuck with the way she made his day go. She reminded him of his father. That was fucking scary. He thought a person who was like his father was sexy. No she wasn't like him at all. Wait, she wasn't sexy either! Serverus forced his mind into lieing to himself.
"No" Severus whispered to the sound of the lake. He could feel the coolness setting into him. He shivered at the solidness of his voice. The rest of teh world barly humming in comparison. Severus slowly drifted into his own mind...
"Severus you cant possible be thinking of doing this." His father had said to him. Softly, he looked straight into his eyes. Severus couldn't bear to look at them and glanced away. He saw authority in his father's eyes. He wanted the authority, he wanted to be more then what his father was, more memorable.
"Yes, I can... dad." He had said the word with a tinge of guilt. He meant it to sound sincere. Now he was going to think he was a fricking coward. That his father could still put him, Severus Snape, into place. But he would not.
"Why?" His father looked up pleading with him. He had always Belived in the fight of morally right against wrong his whole life. There was no way Severus could change that now.
"I've already told you." Severus spate out the words. He had reacherd the anger point. The point his father hadbrought him too so many times. And Sverus knew it was probaly easier to ralk to his dad like this. The anger brought the world into perspective. That the world was not a game of chess, white against black, good against evil, hatred against love. He loved his father as much as he hated him. The earth was all just red. Red for the blood that had been shed on either side in vain to see who was the best. Good started as battles saying evil would strike 1st. It drove Sevrus up the wall.
"That you're joining the death eaters to retain peace? How the fuck do you expect me to believe that, Severus? Oh I'm going to join and then talk all the death eaters into sitting in the corner and smoking some weed with me and we will think maybe this is all wrong, and maybe we should just not do it" The elder Severus bit back mocking his sons ideals. Twisting them into the things muggles did, the Death Eater siting in the corrner geting high? Ehy didn't he just go out and call Severus stupid. A muggle, or something. And tht was his fathers weakness, muggles, he hated them with a pasion. But the 'good' side loved them.
"If everything is so clear to you then why does 'your side' support the very people you hate." They shared a fierce glance that egged Severus to continue "Yes, your a muggle lover."
"Your the one going off to join a group just so you can help the none-side winning the war on good and evil. But your wining it for 'Hey lets not even good or evil but throwing in the towel to get both sides to just live with each other.'" Severus's dad let out a scoff continueing to cast a voice on what his son was doing...
"Hey lets all just pretend the other side doesn't exist. What exactly would we do if we won anyhow?" "That's exactly right, Dad!" It came out right this time a shout across the room "What would you do if someone won? Would it truly be the fair thing to do, to send 1/2 the society onto jail, just so we can have good win? Is that a democracy dad? Is it?"
Severus saw his dads' eyes close, looking stung. Maybe he had won. Maybe he would give up and say, 'your right son, go' Severus fingered the letters tattooed across his left wrist printed up towards his hand, N-o-n-e. His side was None. And he was joining the death eaters to prove that point, that if the None reached both sides their message would implant into their minds, subliminally, that there was no way to win. And maybe if you fought lwith less brutality it would all be the same. Becuase the war was never going to end.
"Good bye, Severus." He looked p to see his dad, looking at him, despair mixed with looks of acceptance at what his son had become. And that was all that Severus needed to leave with out looking back. Not the well wishes of his father, but the chance to prove him wrong....
"Hello?" Severus looked up behind his shoulder to see Hermione there. She was jogging up making Severus leave his thoughts behind him. She was in no was like him at all. He felt bad for ever thinking so. She was a muggle born, she was no way like him. He had no idea where that connection had come from. "Fine, just ignore me, I'll be perfectly fine. Ill just be going down to the dungeons and blowing something up. Neville told me how, you know." Hermione called over the small joke, hoping to get him to stop acting so weird.
Hermione was surprised with her sudden lunge of courage. Maybe lunch had made her more open-mouthed then normal. Just shut up and things will be normal, she thought to herself. She saw Severus sneer. Did she just call him Severus in her mind? Why? God, don't be weird Hermione. She looked up to see his eyes meet her own. Damn why did she say it?
"I knew that Neville boy was effecting the student body." Severus said out in a sarcastically tone "Bringing them all down to his level, and now he's got Hermione there. I think the world is about to collapse onto itself." Severus saw her smile a bit. OH, yeah, he had said the right thing. The world really was about to collapse. On any other day she would have murdered him for that comment, but had just she smiled. He could have huged her. Could have held her close to him. He told himself to shut up.
"Honestly..." Hermione said in a mock tone of offense. "I am both moral, and ethicaly offended for my own fellow students" She said turning around walking back to the castle.
"Don't push me Ms. Granger." Severus repiled following he lead to the castle. Leaving his memories behind him at the lakeside. It felt good to leave them behind.
...
Funny thing about theses dungeons, Hermione thought to herself while slowly measuring the diced daisy roots , is that they are so fricking warm once the fire starts going, and intoxicating, and dark, and that you hear more then you can see. you almost feel as though you go on a emotional overload. She listened to Severus breathing across the table dicing. It sounded as though it was right next to other ear. She shivered in spite of the heat surrounding her. She heard a scratching sound at the door now interrupting her private fantasy.
"Is that someone at the door?" Hermione said in a small voice, still not wanting to totally brake the silence. Severus took this into his own accord though.
"Come in!" He barked at the door. The same tone he had used when he had used when she came down here last night. At least it was a normal thing, and he didn't secretly know it was her and wanted to be especialy mean and angry. Hermione watched a small little sand colored owl fly in dropping a large floopy green bunny on table, Severus quickly grabbing the note as Hermione gravitated towards the bunny how could she possibly imagine resisting an oversized floppy stuffed animal in a room that almost lured her into a dream like state? Sererus tryed to ignor her and read the note scielently to himself...
bSeverus, this is a token for my appreciation of the special service you are doing this year. Just think what it would be like to be this bunny. Dumbeldoreb
Severus looked up from the note to see Hermione had already sat down in front of the fire cuddling with the bunny. God, he did wish he was that bunny. He glanced up at the potion deciding it was not in a any urgent need of care, and sat down on the rug looking closely into the fire. Trying to avoid meeting eyes with the now curious Hermione.
"So, Severus," She liked sayinh his real name. It made her think of him a a friendly person. Not the evil angry proffesser Snape. Maybe he would start calling her Hermione instead of Ms. Granger. That wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, hermoine couldnt help smiling. "Why is this here bunny, come to be here"?
"I believe its because it gravitated towards you, I certainly would have never got the thing." Severus said still not looking up from the fire, trying to ignore his brain screaming at him that she had just called him Severus, again. And that he should do something about it. What did he really want to do was beyond him.
"Be nice." Hermione said immediately. On reconsideration she probally shouldn't have. He looked slightly adjitated.
"All I ment to say was that its a gift from Albus, er, Dumbeldore that you have seemed to be taken to it rather quickly." He looked over to see she had sprawled out on the carpet and was now laying her head on to the stuffed animal.
"Ah, well, I think it's hilarious that you would ever become in a possession of cute little stuffed bunny." She saw him send a glare over to her. She felt comfortable now, somehow it seemed as though Dumbeldore was with them now since he sent the thing down. Snape couldn't murder her because Dumbeldore would know.
"Well, personally I'm surprised at it not randomly bursting into flames being in my possession." He let out a small smirk, Hermione was playing with him. But the thought of the bunny exploding, it was all to likely, cute things didn't work too well around him. He sighed and sat down on the rug a few feet from Hermione. He was surprised to see she had lasted so long.
Hermione Granger, cute?
Oh what was he fucking with himself for, of course she was. It was a sad admitation. The first step to solving your problem is to admit you have one. And he did, he was a fucking 21-year-old. And he was working with Granger, and he felt oddly comfortable with his own revelation. Fuck, I think I'm ill, Severus thought to himself. This day was just all too stressful.
"Ms. Granger? Mind if we take a break?" Severus muttered still looking deeply into the flames. He had been sitting the thinking, and she was just sitting there wondering what the fuck was going on. He looked like he was about to collapse.
"Not really." She glanced around searching for something to say. The silence always taking in the room was growing. How could he stand it? Just the small crackle of the logs before the fire and ... had he just called her Ms. Granger again? Damn it. She didn't want that.
"Can I call you Severus?" He swam out of his tired mind to see Hermione looking confused at him. "I mean you respond it so much better. And if there was an emergency," She was trying to keep going she didn't want it to be a dumb question. It was too persona,l probably. Fricken stupid, wait was she still talking without knowing? "And you took like 5 minuets to look up because I said professor or something and I would feel horrible if you burnt down, erm, I mean the school. Um, yeah."
Snape looked amused. She just couldn't shut up could she? Ah what the hell, her blabbering on as kind of relaxing. Exspecialy when she said his name. It was like they were friends or something. Friends weren't Severus' keen spot in life. One of his best friends was Dumbledore, and he hated the man, in the Snapey friendly way of hating someone. He looked over to see Hermione looking somewhat anxious. Afraid of what he might say.
"Yeah sure," did he want to seal the sentence, the agreement? "Hermione." Damn too late now. She smiled, it made him want to melt. He laid his head back onto the rug, not wanting to look at the fire anymore. It lured him into thinking, and that was not good. Maybe if he just talked he wouldn't think so much.
"So you're going to burn down the school then?" His sneer showing out as he thought of telling Dumbledore that the girl who worshipped the school was going to burn it down.
"Now we know that's almost impossible with all the charms over this place." Hermione replied glancing over at the man lying on the rug. "You know its in Hogwarts a History..."
"Do you honestly think Ill sit through one of your hogwarts a history lessons like you friends do?" He had said it and Hermione couldn't see from his blank expression weather or not I was meant to be a joke or something. His humor was so weird, and damn she should just say something, shouldn't she?
"Well, actually, I rather thought you would." He saw he bit her lip as she mutter the rather shy reply. Aww, god he wanted to go hug the girl. Young lady, he corrected himself mentaly. What if she was a woman? Would she be his women? Shut up Severus, NOW.
"Well if you're so pushy just go right ahead. But if I fall asleep, It your own fault." Snape eyed the girl, she looked rather pleased with herself as she started rattling out facts that she seemed quite proud to know. He fell into the relaxing rhythm of her voice, closing his eyes taking it all in.
...
" Are you asleep?" Hermione waved a hand over his face, she thought she had been talking for about a half an hour all with no interruption, which was rather odd considering if it had been anyone else they would have told her to shut up by now. Truth be told her throate was rather sore now.
"No, Dumbledore's great addition of magically silenced rooms, that helped out him in recruiting spies for the anti-voldermort side..." Snape said rattling out her last sentance. He was rather disappointed she had quite talking. He kept his eyes closed hoping that maybe she would go on.
Hermione noticed how he had said the anti-voldermort side, not the good side. She thought back and remembered how he may have used those rooms. He had been recruited by Dumbledore to spy. He had been a Death Eater. It sent a chill through her body.
"What were those rooms like?" Hermione said timidly. She didn't know weather to bring it up or not. Weather it would be a good idea or not. He looked so calm right not sprawled out on the rug. Like CrooKshanks did. But then when you told Crookshanks to move she would get rather pissed off and threaten to kill you. Had she just told Severus to move?
"Yes." He was surprised by the sudden interrogation of the girl, he kept his eyes closed he knew she was closer now, her voice was nearer, almost right next to him. He didn't want to know how near it really was. "Uh, they were, actually quite homely."Was he actually going to tell her about them? He could still show her that he might be young, but he was rather old. Ack, this was all confusing him "I wasn't even on the Anti-Voldermort side, Hermione."
"What?" She felt so confused, why would he lie now? Everyone knew he had been.
"I mean I did sign up for their side but really I was..." Snape blushed a bit, Hermione couldn't help but think was too adorable. "A liberal" He said it as though disgusted with his past. People associated the liberal wizards with drugs, sex, and more drugs. Maybe he did a few drugs, but there was not as much sex as one would think, at least for him. "I signed up for the the None side"
Hermione looked over to his left hand, she has read about the Nones a bit in Modern Magical History. No way Professor Snape could have been a liberal though. That would just be too weird, he was a pure blood. He did join the Death Eaters. Though the liberals did do things like that, she told herself.
Snape felt her softly pick up his left hand, he still lieing on the floor. Pulling himself up to sit Indian style, she dropped his hand. "It's okay." He said softly. Hermione felt a warm rush through her. She brought herself so she was directly cross for Snape, taking his hand and looking at the red letters that ran up across his wrist towards his index finger. Severus felt a small shiver run through his pine as she softly traced the letters. He could just move his hand around and hold it, then bring it up to his lips. He didn't dare.
"I suppose we should get back to work now." He muttered reluctantly seeing Hermione's brown eyes look up into his.
"Yeah, I should finish up with the roots" She mumbled back. Hermione had felt some sort of an odd bond between them. She was so confused it drove her mad. She was never confused like this. He was just so unpredictable. Severus had gotten up and offered a hand to pull her up. She complied and they set off to the work they were supposed to be doing.
*A/N: well everyone its a new chapter, thanks for all the reveiws and such and wow I dont have much to say... oh yeah this chapter throws in a odd bit that of course isn't actualy in the Harry Potter books -The None- but I thought the wizarding world really did need some weird people like that *nodds* and its my story so you have to just let it be... plus it makes our Severus more sensitive ^_^*
Severus walked ousted feeling the cool breeze push against his face. It felt so good. He had walked away from the uncomfortable formality of the great hall into the dreariness of a drizzling day. It was not bright or sunny outside, just his own happy little space of rain. Feeling the dampness bead up on his skin, he walked off to the lake. Deep blue and slowly moving from the small ripples. No reflectoin shimmering off tehm, which was good. He didn't want to see himself today.
It just bugged him. Severus was being bugged by a student. A smart student, beatiful. She haunted him. Hr was begining to noticed how she always showed up in his thoghts. Not to mention in his real world, doing sommething, and he was stuck with the way she made his day go. She reminded him of his father. That was fucking scary. He thought a person who was like his father was sexy. No she wasn't like him at all. Wait, she wasn't sexy either! Serverus forced his mind into lieing to himself.
"No" Severus whispered to the sound of the lake. He could feel the coolness setting into him. He shivered at the solidness of his voice. The rest of teh world barly humming in comparison. Severus slowly drifted into his own mind...
"Severus you cant possible be thinking of doing this." His father had said to him. Softly, he looked straight into his eyes. Severus couldn't bear to look at them and glanced away. He saw authority in his father's eyes. He wanted the authority, he wanted to be more then what his father was, more memorable.
"Yes, I can... dad." He had said the word with a tinge of guilt. He meant it to sound sincere. Now he was going to think he was a fricking coward. That his father could still put him, Severus Snape, into place. But he would not.
"Why?" His father looked up pleading with him. He had always Belived in the fight of morally right against wrong his whole life. There was no way Severus could change that now.
"I've already told you." Severus spate out the words. He had reacherd the anger point. The point his father hadbrought him too so many times. And Sverus knew it was probaly easier to ralk to his dad like this. The anger brought the world into perspective. That the world was not a game of chess, white against black, good against evil, hatred against love. He loved his father as much as he hated him. The earth was all just red. Red for the blood that had been shed on either side in vain to see who was the best. Good started as battles saying evil would strike 1st. It drove Sevrus up the wall.
"That you're joining the death eaters to retain peace? How the fuck do you expect me to believe that, Severus? Oh I'm going to join and then talk all the death eaters into sitting in the corner and smoking some weed with me and we will think maybe this is all wrong, and maybe we should just not do it" The elder Severus bit back mocking his sons ideals. Twisting them into the things muggles did, the Death Eater siting in the corrner geting high? Ehy didn't he just go out and call Severus stupid. A muggle, or something. And tht was his fathers weakness, muggles, he hated them with a pasion. But the 'good' side loved them.
"If everything is so clear to you then why does 'your side' support the very people you hate." They shared a fierce glance that egged Severus to continue "Yes, your a muggle lover."
"Your the one going off to join a group just so you can help the none-side winning the war on good and evil. But your wining it for 'Hey lets not even good or evil but throwing in the towel to get both sides to just live with each other.'" Severus's dad let out a scoff continueing to cast a voice on what his son was doing...
"Hey lets all just pretend the other side doesn't exist. What exactly would we do if we won anyhow?" "That's exactly right, Dad!" It came out right this time a shout across the room "What would you do if someone won? Would it truly be the fair thing to do, to send 1/2 the society onto jail, just so we can have good win? Is that a democracy dad? Is it?"
Severus saw his dads' eyes close, looking stung. Maybe he had won. Maybe he would give up and say, 'your right son, go' Severus fingered the letters tattooed across his left wrist printed up towards his hand, N-o-n-e. His side was None. And he was joining the death eaters to prove that point, that if the None reached both sides their message would implant into their minds, subliminally, that there was no way to win. And maybe if you fought lwith less brutality it would all be the same. Becuase the war was never going to end.
"Good bye, Severus." He looked p to see his dad, looking at him, despair mixed with looks of acceptance at what his son had become. And that was all that Severus needed to leave with out looking back. Not the well wishes of his father, but the chance to prove him wrong....
"Hello?" Severus looked up behind his shoulder to see Hermione there. She was jogging up making Severus leave his thoughts behind him. She was in no was like him at all. He felt bad for ever thinking so. She was a muggle born, she was no way like him. He had no idea where that connection had come from. "Fine, just ignore me, I'll be perfectly fine. Ill just be going down to the dungeons and blowing something up. Neville told me how, you know." Hermione called over the small joke, hoping to get him to stop acting so weird.
Hermione was surprised with her sudden lunge of courage. Maybe lunch had made her more open-mouthed then normal. Just shut up and things will be normal, she thought to herself. She saw Severus sneer. Did she just call him Severus in her mind? Why? God, don't be weird Hermione. She looked up to see his eyes meet her own. Damn why did she say it?
"I knew that Neville boy was effecting the student body." Severus said out in a sarcastically tone "Bringing them all down to his level, and now he's got Hermione there. I think the world is about to collapse onto itself." Severus saw her smile a bit. OH, yeah, he had said the right thing. The world really was about to collapse. On any other day she would have murdered him for that comment, but had just she smiled. He could have huged her. Could have held her close to him. He told himself to shut up.
"Honestly..." Hermione said in a mock tone of offense. "I am both moral, and ethicaly offended for my own fellow students" She said turning around walking back to the castle.
"Don't push me Ms. Granger." Severus repiled following he lead to the castle. Leaving his memories behind him at the lakeside. It felt good to leave them behind.
...
Funny thing about theses dungeons, Hermione thought to herself while slowly measuring the diced daisy roots , is that they are so fricking warm once the fire starts going, and intoxicating, and dark, and that you hear more then you can see. you almost feel as though you go on a emotional overload. She listened to Severus breathing across the table dicing. It sounded as though it was right next to other ear. She shivered in spite of the heat surrounding her. She heard a scratching sound at the door now interrupting her private fantasy.
"Is that someone at the door?" Hermione said in a small voice, still not wanting to totally brake the silence. Severus took this into his own accord though.
"Come in!" He barked at the door. The same tone he had used when he had used when she came down here last night. At least it was a normal thing, and he didn't secretly know it was her and wanted to be especialy mean and angry. Hermione watched a small little sand colored owl fly in dropping a large floopy green bunny on table, Severus quickly grabbing the note as Hermione gravitated towards the bunny how could she possibly imagine resisting an oversized floppy stuffed animal in a room that almost lured her into a dream like state? Sererus tryed to ignor her and read the note scielently to himself...
bSeverus, this is a token for my appreciation of the special service you are doing this year. Just think what it would be like to be this bunny. Dumbeldoreb
Severus looked up from the note to see Hermione had already sat down in front of the fire cuddling with the bunny. God, he did wish he was that bunny. He glanced up at the potion deciding it was not in a any urgent need of care, and sat down on the rug looking closely into the fire. Trying to avoid meeting eyes with the now curious Hermione.
"So, Severus," She liked sayinh his real name. It made her think of him a a friendly person. Not the evil angry proffesser Snape. Maybe he would start calling her Hermione instead of Ms. Granger. That wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, hermoine couldnt help smiling. "Why is this here bunny, come to be here"?
"I believe its because it gravitated towards you, I certainly would have never got the thing." Severus said still not looking up from the fire, trying to ignore his brain screaming at him that she had just called him Severus, again. And that he should do something about it. What did he really want to do was beyond him.
"Be nice." Hermione said immediately. On reconsideration she probally shouldn't have. He looked slightly adjitated.
"All I ment to say was that its a gift from Albus, er, Dumbeldore that you have seemed to be taken to it rather quickly." He looked over to see she had sprawled out on the carpet and was now laying her head on to the stuffed animal.
"Ah, well, I think it's hilarious that you would ever become in a possession of cute little stuffed bunny." She saw him send a glare over to her. She felt comfortable now, somehow it seemed as though Dumbeldore was with them now since he sent the thing down. Snape couldn't murder her because Dumbeldore would know.
"Well, personally I'm surprised at it not randomly bursting into flames being in my possession." He let out a small smirk, Hermione was playing with him. But the thought of the bunny exploding, it was all to likely, cute things didn't work too well around him. He sighed and sat down on the rug a few feet from Hermione. He was surprised to see she had lasted so long.
Hermione Granger, cute?
Oh what was he fucking with himself for, of course she was. It was a sad admitation. The first step to solving your problem is to admit you have one. And he did, he was a fucking 21-year-old. And he was working with Granger, and he felt oddly comfortable with his own revelation. Fuck, I think I'm ill, Severus thought to himself. This day was just all too stressful.
"Ms. Granger? Mind if we take a break?" Severus muttered still looking deeply into the flames. He had been sitting the thinking, and she was just sitting there wondering what the fuck was going on. He looked like he was about to collapse.
"Not really." She glanced around searching for something to say. The silence always taking in the room was growing. How could he stand it? Just the small crackle of the logs before the fire and ... had he just called her Ms. Granger again? Damn it. She didn't want that.
"Can I call you Severus?" He swam out of his tired mind to see Hermione looking confused at him. "I mean you respond it so much better. And if there was an emergency," She was trying to keep going she didn't want it to be a dumb question. It was too persona,l probably. Fricken stupid, wait was she still talking without knowing? "And you took like 5 minuets to look up because I said professor or something and I would feel horrible if you burnt down, erm, I mean the school. Um, yeah."
Snape looked amused. She just couldn't shut up could she? Ah what the hell, her blabbering on as kind of relaxing. Exspecialy when she said his name. It was like they were friends or something. Friends weren't Severus' keen spot in life. One of his best friends was Dumbledore, and he hated the man, in the Snapey friendly way of hating someone. He looked over to see Hermione looking somewhat anxious. Afraid of what he might say.
"Yeah sure," did he want to seal the sentence, the agreement? "Hermione." Damn too late now. She smiled, it made him want to melt. He laid his head back onto the rug, not wanting to look at the fire anymore. It lured him into thinking, and that was not good. Maybe if he just talked he wouldn't think so much.
"So you're going to burn down the school then?" His sneer showing out as he thought of telling Dumbledore that the girl who worshipped the school was going to burn it down.
"Now we know that's almost impossible with all the charms over this place." Hermione replied glancing over at the man lying on the rug. "You know its in Hogwarts a History..."
"Do you honestly think Ill sit through one of your hogwarts a history lessons like you friends do?" He had said it and Hermione couldn't see from his blank expression weather or not I was meant to be a joke or something. His humor was so weird, and damn she should just say something, shouldn't she?
"Well, actually, I rather thought you would." He saw he bit her lip as she mutter the rather shy reply. Aww, god he wanted to go hug the girl. Young lady, he corrected himself mentaly. What if she was a woman? Would she be his women? Shut up Severus, NOW.
"Well if you're so pushy just go right ahead. But if I fall asleep, It your own fault." Snape eyed the girl, she looked rather pleased with herself as she started rattling out facts that she seemed quite proud to know. He fell into the relaxing rhythm of her voice, closing his eyes taking it all in.
...
" Are you asleep?" Hermione waved a hand over his face, she thought she had been talking for about a half an hour all with no interruption, which was rather odd considering if it had been anyone else they would have told her to shut up by now. Truth be told her throate was rather sore now.
"No, Dumbledore's great addition of magically silenced rooms, that helped out him in recruiting spies for the anti-voldermort side..." Snape said rattling out her last sentance. He was rather disappointed she had quite talking. He kept his eyes closed hoping that maybe she would go on.
Hermione noticed how he had said the anti-voldermort side, not the good side. She thought back and remembered how he may have used those rooms. He had been recruited by Dumbledore to spy. He had been a Death Eater. It sent a chill through her body.
"What were those rooms like?" Hermione said timidly. She didn't know weather to bring it up or not. Weather it would be a good idea or not. He looked so calm right not sprawled out on the rug. Like CrooKshanks did. But then when you told Crookshanks to move she would get rather pissed off and threaten to kill you. Had she just told Severus to move?
"Yes." He was surprised by the sudden interrogation of the girl, he kept his eyes closed he knew she was closer now, her voice was nearer, almost right next to him. He didn't want to know how near it really was. "Uh, they were, actually quite homely."Was he actually going to tell her about them? He could still show her that he might be young, but he was rather old. Ack, this was all confusing him "I wasn't even on the Anti-Voldermort side, Hermione."
"What?" She felt so confused, why would he lie now? Everyone knew he had been.
"I mean I did sign up for their side but really I was..." Snape blushed a bit, Hermione couldn't help but think was too adorable. "A liberal" He said it as though disgusted with his past. People associated the liberal wizards with drugs, sex, and more drugs. Maybe he did a few drugs, but there was not as much sex as one would think, at least for him. "I signed up for the the None side"
Hermione looked over to his left hand, she has read about the Nones a bit in Modern Magical History. No way Professor Snape could have been a liberal though. That would just be too weird, he was a pure blood. He did join the Death Eaters. Though the liberals did do things like that, she told herself.
Snape felt her softly pick up his left hand, he still lieing on the floor. Pulling himself up to sit Indian style, she dropped his hand. "It's okay." He said softly. Hermione felt a warm rush through her. She brought herself so she was directly cross for Snape, taking his hand and looking at the red letters that ran up across his wrist towards his index finger. Severus felt a small shiver run through his pine as she softly traced the letters. He could just move his hand around and hold it, then bring it up to his lips. He didn't dare.
"I suppose we should get back to work now." He muttered reluctantly seeing Hermione's brown eyes look up into his.
"Yeah, I should finish up with the roots" She mumbled back. Hermione had felt some sort of an odd bond between them. She was so confused it drove her mad. She was never confused like this. He was just so unpredictable. Severus had gotten up and offered a hand to pull her up. She complied and they set off to the work they were supposed to be doing.