Stuck With You: Chapter 2: Making Me Mad
Hermione awoke to the sounds of chirping birds and a flood of sunshine. The room was now laced with puffy clouds. Her hair was frizzy. She had learned last year that it was that way all the time because she used a charm to dry it. Now she brushed it carefully each morning. After she brushed her hair she pulled on some clothes that she had brought with her. Simple muggle jeans and a black T-shirt. She was going to wander around the house to get her mind off her deceased family. She got up and walked through the door. She walked up the magnificent stairway to the upstairs corridor.
This reminds me of Mistlethwate Manor in the Secret Garden, she thought. In 5th year of muggle school she had to read it. She felt like Mary walking through the house of her uncle's. There were many Snape pictures and shining silver award plates. She saw a door slightly open. Her curiosity seemed to always get the better of her, but she could not resist. She left the door slightly ajar when she walked in. It was a gallery. Pictures everywhere. All of the paintings were of one person. A small girl with a dainty nose, black curls, and blue eyes. She seemed so content. One of the pictures had a name upon it. It said Silver Shadow Snape. The little girl in the painting giggled softly at the amazement on her face. A plaque was below it.
S.S.S. 1968-1977
She felt tears well up in her eyes. This must be Severus's little sister. She had died at the age of nine. Her sister had died at the age of two and four months. Silver Shadow, what an exotic name. It must of hurt him very badly. She moved along to find a painting of a stick figure with long black hair with a small girl next to him. It was clearly painted by a child. The brush strokes were rough. It said in the corner a very badly spelt version of Severus. Sevvruss. In the right corner it said Silver. A loud masculine voice erupted from behind her.
"What are you doing in here?"
"I was just looking around and the door was opened. Sorry, sir . . ." He was very frustrated.
"Just go! Get out! Please just GO!" His eyes were burning with anger.
"Y-yes sir." She whimpered, cowering under him. He was full of anger; he was fuming. She ran.
~ * ~
Hermione sat upon her bed crying. His sister's death had really affected him, as did hers. She felt pity and pain for him. Yet she wanted to kill him. He was making her suffer. He had no right to do that. He felt pained, yes, but his well being didn't matter to her. She just wanted to be back with her family and friends, laughing and having the time of their life! It just wasn't fair!
~ flashback ~
Hermione was sitting in the grass. A cool breeze was blowing her hair around. The grass was tickling her bare feet. The sun was out and shining. It was so peaceful. The sky was blue without a cloud in sight. It was perfect. She was happy. Summer was one of the best seasons ever. A small voice cried out to her.
"My-knee! My-knee! Can I come an' sit wit' you? Pwetty pwease!" It was her sister. Hermione smiled at her and nodded her head. Her sister came and plopped herself down next to her. Her smile was from ear to ear, hair bouncing wildly. Her sister giggled at the grass. She saw a insect flying by and ran after it yelling at it. Hermione watched the playful two and a half-year-old run. The little girl became tired from the long chase. The grass was bending slightly. Hermione's sister lay in the grass and rested on Hermione. She looked down at the sleeping girl in her arms. She was so peaceful. It was so serene. It was perfect here. She felt so whole. So peaceful . . .
~ End flashback ~
Her tears had dried up. She just sat on her floor looking around the room. Why did all of this had to happen to her? Why her? Why not some other person? It just wasn't fair! She shouldn't be the one with now parents all cooped up with a person who had drastic mood swings or split personalities! One minute he's friendly and caring the next he's just a plain old bastard! He doesn't feel a thing. He's a heartless jerk. I just want to fly off and never have to see his face again. A pain deep in her heart struck her. She didn't know why. The words she had just thought backfired on her. How, she did not know.
"Hermione?" a voice came from her doorway. She shuddered at her first name being spoken. She just sneered at him. She did not want to be around him anymore! She had enough. She was fed up with him.
"What?" She spit out at him. He, Severus Sabastian Snape, looked intimidated and nervous. He just wanted to be understood and have a friend. He had looked for years. No one would get near him. His cold persona came from that abuse. He felt he had a chance with this teenaged girl.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"For telling you to get out. I shouldn't have treated you that way."
"So?" She pouted and a tear made its way down her face. She began to scowl and looked down to her lap. Her legs were crossed 'Indian Style'.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry and that I don't want to see you suffer. I don't want you to make the bad decisions that I made. I know how you're feeling! Please don't hurt yourself for things the Dark Lord has done." Her eyes reddened in anger. She was about to burst. Severus's eyes were full of understanding, but Hermione looked past that. She just looked at his sometimes cold way of acting. He had no right to tell her that he knew something about her!
"You don't know how I feel! No one does! JUST BUGGER OFF SOMETIMES!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and ran. Tears flew behind her. Her life had fallen apart. No one had ever felt the pain and the emptiness that filled her hollow body.
'Not again!' He thought. 'Why did she keep running away from me? Everyone runs from me. I just don't belong. No one wants me. But I have to stay and put up with the little annoying girl. She is my ward. I just want to slip away forever.'
~A/n~
I swear the next chapter will be happy. There will be some mushy sad stuff then HAPPY!!!!!!! Please believe me! Please Review!
-Bob, the Philosopher
Hermione awoke to the sounds of chirping birds and a flood of sunshine. The room was now laced with puffy clouds. Her hair was frizzy. She had learned last year that it was that way all the time because she used a charm to dry it. Now she brushed it carefully each morning. After she brushed her hair she pulled on some clothes that she had brought with her. Simple muggle jeans and a black T-shirt. She was going to wander around the house to get her mind off her deceased family. She got up and walked through the door. She walked up the magnificent stairway to the upstairs corridor.
This reminds me of Mistlethwate Manor in the Secret Garden, she thought. In 5th year of muggle school she had to read it. She felt like Mary walking through the house of her uncle's. There were many Snape pictures and shining silver award plates. She saw a door slightly open. Her curiosity seemed to always get the better of her, but she could not resist. She left the door slightly ajar when she walked in. It was a gallery. Pictures everywhere. All of the paintings were of one person. A small girl with a dainty nose, black curls, and blue eyes. She seemed so content. One of the pictures had a name upon it. It said Silver Shadow Snape. The little girl in the painting giggled softly at the amazement on her face. A plaque was below it.
S.S.S. 1968-1977
She felt tears well up in her eyes. This must be Severus's little sister. She had died at the age of nine. Her sister had died at the age of two and four months. Silver Shadow, what an exotic name. It must of hurt him very badly. She moved along to find a painting of a stick figure with long black hair with a small girl next to him. It was clearly painted by a child. The brush strokes were rough. It said in the corner a very badly spelt version of Severus. Sevvruss. In the right corner it said Silver. A loud masculine voice erupted from behind her.
"What are you doing in here?"
"I was just looking around and the door was opened. Sorry, sir . . ." He was very frustrated.
"Just go! Get out! Please just GO!" His eyes were burning with anger.
"Y-yes sir." She whimpered, cowering under him. He was full of anger; he was fuming. She ran.
~ * ~
Hermione sat upon her bed crying. His sister's death had really affected him, as did hers. She felt pity and pain for him. Yet she wanted to kill him. He was making her suffer. He had no right to do that. He felt pained, yes, but his well being didn't matter to her. She just wanted to be back with her family and friends, laughing and having the time of their life! It just wasn't fair!
~ flashback ~
Hermione was sitting in the grass. A cool breeze was blowing her hair around. The grass was tickling her bare feet. The sun was out and shining. It was so peaceful. The sky was blue without a cloud in sight. It was perfect. She was happy. Summer was one of the best seasons ever. A small voice cried out to her.
"My-knee! My-knee! Can I come an' sit wit' you? Pwetty pwease!" It was her sister. Hermione smiled at her and nodded her head. Her sister came and plopped herself down next to her. Her smile was from ear to ear, hair bouncing wildly. Her sister giggled at the grass. She saw a insect flying by and ran after it yelling at it. Hermione watched the playful two and a half-year-old run. The little girl became tired from the long chase. The grass was bending slightly. Hermione's sister lay in the grass and rested on Hermione. She looked down at the sleeping girl in her arms. She was so peaceful. It was so serene. It was perfect here. She felt so whole. So peaceful . . .
~ End flashback ~
Her tears had dried up. She just sat on her floor looking around the room. Why did all of this had to happen to her? Why her? Why not some other person? It just wasn't fair! She shouldn't be the one with now parents all cooped up with a person who had drastic mood swings or split personalities! One minute he's friendly and caring the next he's just a plain old bastard! He doesn't feel a thing. He's a heartless jerk. I just want to fly off and never have to see his face again. A pain deep in her heart struck her. She didn't know why. The words she had just thought backfired on her. How, she did not know.
"Hermione?" a voice came from her doorway. She shuddered at her first name being spoken. She just sneered at him. She did not want to be around him anymore! She had enough. She was fed up with him.
"What?" She spit out at him. He, Severus Sabastian Snape, looked intimidated and nervous. He just wanted to be understood and have a friend. He had looked for years. No one would get near him. His cold persona came from that abuse. He felt he had a chance with this teenaged girl.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"For telling you to get out. I shouldn't have treated you that way."
"So?" She pouted and a tear made its way down her face. She began to scowl and looked down to her lap. Her legs were crossed 'Indian Style'.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry and that I don't want to see you suffer. I don't want you to make the bad decisions that I made. I know how you're feeling! Please don't hurt yourself for things the Dark Lord has done." Her eyes reddened in anger. She was about to burst. Severus's eyes were full of understanding, but Hermione looked past that. She just looked at his sometimes cold way of acting. He had no right to tell her that he knew something about her!
"You don't know how I feel! No one does! JUST BUGGER OFF SOMETIMES!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and ran. Tears flew behind her. Her life had fallen apart. No one had ever felt the pain and the emptiness that filled her hollow body.
'Not again!' He thought. 'Why did she keep running away from me? Everyone runs from me. I just don't belong. No one wants me. But I have to stay and put up with the little annoying girl. She is my ward. I just want to slip away forever.'
~A/n~
I swear the next chapter will be happy. There will be some mushy sad stuff then HAPPY!!!!!!! Please believe me! Please Review!
-Bob, the Philosopher