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Be With You

By

SilentSoul

Chapter 5

Nothing

Snape was walking through the streets of London. He had never felt like this before. He was slowly retracing the moments him and Hermione had shared when she was still at Hogwarts. Of course, she never knew what he really felt but then again, she was never meant to know. Snape thought what it would have been like if they ever ended up together. Would they be living in that black house or would they find a small cottage in Hogsmead? Would they have any children? How happy would they be? Snape shook his head and chuckled at what insane thoughts he was having. It wasn't like him to be thinking about these sorts of relationships. But what was it that held him back? That Weasley boy, yes definitely him...but could it be because he was afraid? He didn't want anything to happen to the girl and now she is so sad...a tiny regret played in his heart for not protecting Hermione. Maybe they would have been happier.

Another thing that held Snape back was what he thought of himself. He absolutely refuses to think he deserves anything. It is true that his feelings are strong for Hermione and is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to him, but why would he deserve something like that? After all his dirty deeds in the past, how could he ever live without guilt? How could he ever love without feeling ashamed?

Snape entered a restaurant filled with dressed up families and couples and high classed waiters serving people with steak and lobster and all sorts or pricy meals. Snape often came here. He even knew the names of all the waiters and waitresses. They knew he was a lonely man but didn't feel sorry for him, since they saw men like him more than once.

"And what will it be today, sir?"

"The usual, thanks."

The waiter quickly jotted down his selections and strutted off to the kitchen.

He wasn't the type of man to imagine romantic scenes about him and his lover or think up plans to surprise the one he loves with roses or boxes of chocolate. He was far too distant to be like that. After all, you can never change personalities. He is never the one who would be lost in thoughts about love and often forget why or how he got there. He was a precise and meticulous man who had wits. He never beats around in the bush and always liked to be correct. Another reason he never ended up with Hermione. Spending too much time wondering why this was never correct. Love. How he hated it. Often just an insolent, annoying, and childish thing he had to put up with from the hormone racing teenagers. But deep down he knew that it was a wonderful thing. He had never been loved...only bitter friendship. It was his weakest point. How could he know what to do when he does not even know what love is?

"Monsieur, you meal has arrived."

He looked down at his plate and saw the hopeless slab of meat staring up at him. He picked up his knife and fork and gently stabbed it. He put a piece into his mouth and chewed whilst looking out the huge glass window. He could see the city of London flashing vibrantly with life and excitement. The muggle and the wizarding world were both pretty much the same. Humans rule both lives and act the same ways. Magic is not that great. It only influences half of the two worlds. The small gathering of elements from human life influences both races and nothing will ever change that.

Oh, how he felt alone. Sitting on his own at a fancy restaurant crowded with loving groups and only he had none. He was eating by himself because...because that is reality and nothing was going to change that.

"Master. The plan is complete." The shadow hovered in the dark atmosphere awaiting a reply.

"Excellent. We shall move tomorrow night."

"And I have found the perfect one, master."

The Master smiled dangerously. "Perfect. Tell me a bit about the one."

"She is a young woman who is terribly vulnerable and very discreet. She does not have a close relationship with anyone and would be very easy to manipulate."

"So far so good."

"But there seems to be one problem..."

The Master shot his eyes at him. He seemed to shrink back with fear.

"Problem?"

"Well, there seems to be a man who is very protective and observant of this young woman."

"Do you know who this man is?"

"Yes, Master. Severus Snape, he is the potions master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, He has close relations to-"

"That is enough. Now go!"

The dark shadow hovered of into the sky and disappeared.

"So, Severus. Never thought you'd be the kind of man to have 'girl troubles'."

The New Dark Lord laughed hysterically into the cold nigh air. It was shrill and eerie and could have even woken the dead. It was the laugh of a person who wanted to kill.

"Hmm..."

Hermione got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She was in a happy mood today. It wasn't very often but it did happen. Possibly one of the many things that makes a human insane. Hermione sat on her bed and squeezed the remaining water from her hair.

"Tap, tap."

Hermione spun around to her window. Nothing. She gingerly continued with her previous activity.

"Tap, tap."

Hermione's heart pumped furiously as she breathed heavy breaths in and out. She wanted to turn around and open the window to find out who or what was making that noise but she was afraid that she might see something that would frighten her.

"Hermione~ I've come to get you..."

Hermione froze. That chilling and discreet voice was driving her mad. She wanted to scream out and stab whatever the thing was, but her nerves and circumstances prevented her from doing anything. She needed help desperately but there was no one, and nothing was going to change that.