She's alone again. The drips still fall, and the silence of the room is
ultimately eerie.
Still.she doesn't find her surroundings as unsettling as she did just a few minutes ago.
She giggles at the thought that a couple of days ago she wouldn't have believed someone who had told her that Professor Snape would make her at ease in any context.
Hermione realises, however, how perfectly logical it is to trust Snape in this situation; after all, he is a spy and the only person from the Order with any real knowledge of Voldemort's compound.
Comforted and assured by his protection, she rolls onto her belly and drifts to sleep.
^_^
He's alone again and she plagues his mind.
He wonders if she's cold and if she's hungry, if the books he left her pique her intellectual curiosity.
For what he told Albus is true, he does care for his students, but he despises them too. Regardless, he does want to keep them safe - part atonement for past sins and part the hellish knowledge of exactly what could happen to them if he didn't.
He downs the firewhisky in his hand and loosens the collar of his white shirt.
He doesn't want a dreamless sleep potion tonight; he'd rather do things the muggle way - drink himself into a stupor and pass out blissfully unaware for at least an hour or two.
^_^
Snape wishes he'd opted for the dreamless sleep potion now; his brain feels too heavy for his skull to carry.
He'd woken up fully clothed and dishevelled; slumped over his grand leather chair with a drained bottle of firewhisky littering the floor in front of him.
Now he skulked around the halls of Voldemort's compound with a look on his face that would have turned many of the most hardened Death Eaters' stomachs.
If any of his students had seen him in this foul a mood, they would have run a mile.
Maybe ten.
Hermione, however, was glad for a face. Any face was better than nothing and there was something about being trapped in here that made it impossible to gain as much enjoyment from books as she normally did.
He had left her an interesting selection, some on potions and advanced magic as well as some muggle novels and volumes of poetry.
"Professor Snape." She smiled gracefully up at him from behind a copy of Frankenstein.
"Good Morning, Miss Granger." He answered acidly.
"You sound as if you wish me anything but a good morning." she smirked at him. Normally, she'd be scared to talk to any Professor this way; let alone Snape. Somehow, being captured by Voldemort and having the cruciatus curse done to you made you less scared of irate, acid-tongued potions masters.
"This morning, I wish no good on anybody." He replied snappishly.
She looked at him again. He looked like hell.his hair was, if possible, greasier than normal and his skin paler and oilier looking. She also noticed deep circles under his eyes where he normally had none.
"Rough night last night?" she asked sympathetically but with a hint of a smile.
"No, it was pleasant enough.but I have found that pleasantries come with a certain price." he drawled.
"You're hung-over." She giggled.
"Very", he answered levelly but a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes ".and could you please not make that high-pitched sound again, it's going right through me."
Was he joking with her? Conversing with her as an almost equal? Again, she returned to the supposition that as the situation they were in was highly unusual it was therefore understandable for them to act in a way towards each other that was.well, less than normal.
"I must say it is interesting to watch your brain work, Miss Granger. May I inquire as to what you were thinking about." The amusement in his eyes was more than a twinkle now.
"Just the situation." she replied calmly but all the same felt a warm flush rising in her cheeks.
He tactfully changed the conversation to potions where they comfortably debated for an hour or so.
^_^
Harry hadn't slept for two days since Hermione had been captured. His brain was addled with lack of sleep and worry but he couldn't bring himself to rest knowing she was out there under his control.
Dumbledore had told them not to worry, that Professor Snape would take care of her.
Not to worry? How could he sit there and do nothing when Voldemort had captured his best friend.
He had to do something; he just had to. She was the one who kept his head straight. He decided to take a page out of her book and take a dreamless sleep potion.
Tomorrow he would wake up refreshed and find a way to help her, her way. Tomorrow he and Ron would research until they found a way to get her back.
He needed her back.
A/N
Thanks for the reviews!
Deb: glad you liked the last chapter and he could claim me anytime he wanted too.
Aliana Granger : Snape/Hermione all the beautiful way!
AnImEfReAk81: 100 reviews? Keep your fingers crossed for me! Thanks :D
Piper: hope this sorts out the cliffhanger a little!
Still.she doesn't find her surroundings as unsettling as she did just a few minutes ago.
She giggles at the thought that a couple of days ago she wouldn't have believed someone who had told her that Professor Snape would make her at ease in any context.
Hermione realises, however, how perfectly logical it is to trust Snape in this situation; after all, he is a spy and the only person from the Order with any real knowledge of Voldemort's compound.
Comforted and assured by his protection, she rolls onto her belly and drifts to sleep.
^_^
He's alone again and she plagues his mind.
He wonders if she's cold and if she's hungry, if the books he left her pique her intellectual curiosity.
For what he told Albus is true, he does care for his students, but he despises them too. Regardless, he does want to keep them safe - part atonement for past sins and part the hellish knowledge of exactly what could happen to them if he didn't.
He downs the firewhisky in his hand and loosens the collar of his white shirt.
He doesn't want a dreamless sleep potion tonight; he'd rather do things the muggle way - drink himself into a stupor and pass out blissfully unaware for at least an hour or two.
^_^
Snape wishes he'd opted for the dreamless sleep potion now; his brain feels too heavy for his skull to carry.
He'd woken up fully clothed and dishevelled; slumped over his grand leather chair with a drained bottle of firewhisky littering the floor in front of him.
Now he skulked around the halls of Voldemort's compound with a look on his face that would have turned many of the most hardened Death Eaters' stomachs.
If any of his students had seen him in this foul a mood, they would have run a mile.
Maybe ten.
Hermione, however, was glad for a face. Any face was better than nothing and there was something about being trapped in here that made it impossible to gain as much enjoyment from books as she normally did.
He had left her an interesting selection, some on potions and advanced magic as well as some muggle novels and volumes of poetry.
"Professor Snape." She smiled gracefully up at him from behind a copy of Frankenstein.
"Good Morning, Miss Granger." He answered acidly.
"You sound as if you wish me anything but a good morning." she smirked at him. Normally, she'd be scared to talk to any Professor this way; let alone Snape. Somehow, being captured by Voldemort and having the cruciatus curse done to you made you less scared of irate, acid-tongued potions masters.
"This morning, I wish no good on anybody." He replied snappishly.
She looked at him again. He looked like hell.his hair was, if possible, greasier than normal and his skin paler and oilier looking. She also noticed deep circles under his eyes where he normally had none.
"Rough night last night?" she asked sympathetically but with a hint of a smile.
"No, it was pleasant enough.but I have found that pleasantries come with a certain price." he drawled.
"You're hung-over." She giggled.
"Very", he answered levelly but a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes ".and could you please not make that high-pitched sound again, it's going right through me."
Was he joking with her? Conversing with her as an almost equal? Again, she returned to the supposition that as the situation they were in was highly unusual it was therefore understandable for them to act in a way towards each other that was.well, less than normal.
"I must say it is interesting to watch your brain work, Miss Granger. May I inquire as to what you were thinking about." The amusement in his eyes was more than a twinkle now.
"Just the situation." she replied calmly but all the same felt a warm flush rising in her cheeks.
He tactfully changed the conversation to potions where they comfortably debated for an hour or so.
^_^
Harry hadn't slept for two days since Hermione had been captured. His brain was addled with lack of sleep and worry but he couldn't bring himself to rest knowing she was out there under his control.
Dumbledore had told them not to worry, that Professor Snape would take care of her.
Not to worry? How could he sit there and do nothing when Voldemort had captured his best friend.
He had to do something; he just had to. She was the one who kept his head straight. He decided to take a page out of her book and take a dreamless sleep potion.
Tomorrow he would wake up refreshed and find a way to help her, her way. Tomorrow he and Ron would research until they found a way to get her back.
He needed her back.
A/N
Thanks for the reviews!
Deb: glad you liked the last chapter and he could claim me anytime he wanted too.
Aliana Granger : Snape/Hermione all the beautiful way!
AnImEfReAk81: 100 reviews? Keep your fingers crossed for me! Thanks :D
Piper: hope this sorts out the cliffhanger a little!