Chapter 2
*disclaimer see chapter 1*
Curiosity took over Hermione's thoughts as she lay in bed that night; she was alone which was one of the perks of being head girl. She was wondering what could be in that small brown box. She knew it couldn't be that important since it was outside of his personal chambers, and very accessible. She was also very frustrated, why had Ron and Harry just left her in there like that? Hermione had wanted to go and confront them about it but they had already gone off to bed, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
The look Snape had given her before she left sent shivers up her spine. She knew he disliked her, and for some reason it was bothering her tonight. She also felt something else hidden deep in his fathomless black eyes maybe it was curiosity? Or perhaps it could have been his delight in catching her sneaking around; whatever the reason behind his gaze she knew it couldn't be anything good. Looking up at her dark ceiling she felt her eyelids beginning to get heavy. Her mind was beginning to wander and grow sluggish, until finally her eyes closed and she drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep.
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"Hermione?" Harry called in a deep voice from outside her door.
She rolled over on her side and groaned. Looking at her muggle alarm clock she shouted at the door, "Its 5 am would you leave me alone and let me sleep Harry?"
"Sorry 'mione I was just wondering If you were okay, but apparently you need your beauty sleep." He laughed and walked back down the stairs when he heard some unknown heavy object hit the door with a loud thud.
"I told you Hogwarts a history is useful in more than one way!" She giggled and sat up. Her sleep was already interrupted and there was no use in wasting time when she could be in the library studying.
She threw on her school robes and brushed her hair quickly thinking happily to herself that there were just three days left until she graduated from Hogwarts. She had forgotten to ask Harry why they left her in Snape's dungeon; then decided she would ask later. She stroked her big furball Crookshanks then left her room.
Her day went on without anything going wrong, all of her classes were homework free, there were no detentions with Snape, and it was a beautiful day. Since she had already spent three hours that morning reading up on potions she gave in to the beauty of the day and went outside. She, Ron, and Harry walked together outside the boys carrying their brooms and Hermione tuning out their quidditch conversation.
Her gaze fell on Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom; they were sitting underneath one of the maple trees by the giant squid's lake. Looking closer she noticed they were holding hands and Ginny's head was resting on Neville's chest. Apparently Ron had seen them too for he had stopped dead in his tracks and was staring at them. Hermione noticed Ron's face turning red and Harry was laughing at the look of rage appearing on his face.
"Now Ron please don't overreact, just take a deep breath" Hermione looked into Ron's eyes trying to coax him out of doing something rash.
His hands balled into fists and his face was now a deep shade of red. Looking at his sister entwined with the sniveling little Neville was enough to make him hurl. He then noticed that Hermione was looking at him, with concern in her eyes, those beautiful, warm, entrancing, cinnamon eyes that made him melt.
"Ok I suppose I could give them a chance." Ron said gazing back at her with a strange expression on his face. The color in his face began to return back to normal and when his breathing finally slowed he broke eye contact with Hermione. He was now finding something particularly interesting about his old torn up shoes.
"So 'mione are you going to actually try to ride on a broomstick with us or are you going to conjure up a book." Harry said to sarcastically breaking the silence.
"I'm quite capable of riding on a broomstick Harry I just don't like it very much." She huffed, "Besides I would prefer to walk around for a while anyways."
The boys sighed until Ron finally looked up from his feet, "I'll take a walk with you 'mione." Harry nodded in agreement a smile whisking across Ron's face.
They continued walking and she looked around taking in the view feeling herself grow warm and happy from the sunshine she smiled broadly. Hogwarts truly was a beautiful place, the sky was a nice clear deep blue scattered with thin wispy clouds. The lush green grass spread all across the grounds and rippled in the soft blowing wind. Older Students could be seen sitting beneath the large oak trees, as younger kids ran around laughing and playing tag. The air was cool and slightly breezy. It was a gorgeous day.
Something caught her eye; flying towards the group was a white barn owl. She wondered who it could be for. The owl landed on Hermione's shoulder letting out a proud screech and flapping its wings slightly. She winced from the owl's talons that were fiercely gripping her shoulder and then quickly grabbed the note dangling from the owl's outstretched leg. After removing the note the owl hooted softly and flew away, trying to peck Harry's head as it did so. Sighing and unfolding the note she noticed small and cramped.but tidy handwriting that read:
Miss Granger,
Please meet me in the potions classroom at 7pm sharp..and don't be late.
Sincerely, Professor Snape
Ron and Harry smiled up at her after they had taken a quick glance at the note, "So I see Snape likes to have little 'secret' meetings with you..sounds pretty frustrated 'mione he said don't be late!" He Ron collapsed in laughter with Ron gasping,
"Oh Miss Granger...right there!"
She looked at the boys sprawled at her feet, "What a bunch of pathetic-" She stopped and turned on her heal; leaving the boys to have as much fun as they could at her expense. Her face grew hot as she stormed back inside of the school, pushing Draco out of the way as he approached her.
Fuming she went up to her room. She had night patrol later and she had to deal with a seemingly angry Snape. Crossing to her bed she then collapsed into a heap, nearly squashing a very sleepy and disorientated Crookshanks; who quickly scrambled off the bed. Lying on her side she toyed with the deep gold and red patterns on her comforter letting out a sigh of frustration.
She really wished they wouldn't make fun of her for working with Snape, it wasn't like she was attracted to him, and he had been anything but alluring to her. She respected him immensely and hoped that maybe by working with her he would somehow begin to recognize how talented she truly was. In all truth the man terrified her, he was a mystery and she knew he wouldn't ever change in her eyes.
It was almost 5:30 which meant a quick dinner, an 'oh so enlightening' conversation with Ron and Harry, and then a trip to the dungeons to see Snape.
A/N: Thank you for whoever put me on that link page.sorry the post took so long there was lots of confusion. Please read and review, it means a lot.
Thank you TW I love you you're the best beta a girl could ask for.
*disclaimer see chapter 1*
Curiosity took over Hermione's thoughts as she lay in bed that night; she was alone which was one of the perks of being head girl. She was wondering what could be in that small brown box. She knew it couldn't be that important since it was outside of his personal chambers, and very accessible. She was also very frustrated, why had Ron and Harry just left her in there like that? Hermione had wanted to go and confront them about it but they had already gone off to bed, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
The look Snape had given her before she left sent shivers up her spine. She knew he disliked her, and for some reason it was bothering her tonight. She also felt something else hidden deep in his fathomless black eyes maybe it was curiosity? Or perhaps it could have been his delight in catching her sneaking around; whatever the reason behind his gaze she knew it couldn't be anything good. Looking up at her dark ceiling she felt her eyelids beginning to get heavy. Her mind was beginning to wander and grow sluggish, until finally her eyes closed and she drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep.
*~***~*
"Hermione?" Harry called in a deep voice from outside her door.
She rolled over on her side and groaned. Looking at her muggle alarm clock she shouted at the door, "Its 5 am would you leave me alone and let me sleep Harry?"
"Sorry 'mione I was just wondering If you were okay, but apparently you need your beauty sleep." He laughed and walked back down the stairs when he heard some unknown heavy object hit the door with a loud thud.
"I told you Hogwarts a history is useful in more than one way!" She giggled and sat up. Her sleep was already interrupted and there was no use in wasting time when she could be in the library studying.
She threw on her school robes and brushed her hair quickly thinking happily to herself that there were just three days left until she graduated from Hogwarts. She had forgotten to ask Harry why they left her in Snape's dungeon; then decided she would ask later. She stroked her big furball Crookshanks then left her room.
Her day went on without anything going wrong, all of her classes were homework free, there were no detentions with Snape, and it was a beautiful day. Since she had already spent three hours that morning reading up on potions she gave in to the beauty of the day and went outside. She, Ron, and Harry walked together outside the boys carrying their brooms and Hermione tuning out their quidditch conversation.
Her gaze fell on Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom; they were sitting underneath one of the maple trees by the giant squid's lake. Looking closer she noticed they were holding hands and Ginny's head was resting on Neville's chest. Apparently Ron had seen them too for he had stopped dead in his tracks and was staring at them. Hermione noticed Ron's face turning red and Harry was laughing at the look of rage appearing on his face.
"Now Ron please don't overreact, just take a deep breath" Hermione looked into Ron's eyes trying to coax him out of doing something rash.
His hands balled into fists and his face was now a deep shade of red. Looking at his sister entwined with the sniveling little Neville was enough to make him hurl. He then noticed that Hermione was looking at him, with concern in her eyes, those beautiful, warm, entrancing, cinnamon eyes that made him melt.
"Ok I suppose I could give them a chance." Ron said gazing back at her with a strange expression on his face. The color in his face began to return back to normal and when his breathing finally slowed he broke eye contact with Hermione. He was now finding something particularly interesting about his old torn up shoes.
"So 'mione are you going to actually try to ride on a broomstick with us or are you going to conjure up a book." Harry said to sarcastically breaking the silence.
"I'm quite capable of riding on a broomstick Harry I just don't like it very much." She huffed, "Besides I would prefer to walk around for a while anyways."
The boys sighed until Ron finally looked up from his feet, "I'll take a walk with you 'mione." Harry nodded in agreement a smile whisking across Ron's face.
They continued walking and she looked around taking in the view feeling herself grow warm and happy from the sunshine she smiled broadly. Hogwarts truly was a beautiful place, the sky was a nice clear deep blue scattered with thin wispy clouds. The lush green grass spread all across the grounds and rippled in the soft blowing wind. Older Students could be seen sitting beneath the large oak trees, as younger kids ran around laughing and playing tag. The air was cool and slightly breezy. It was a gorgeous day.
Something caught her eye; flying towards the group was a white barn owl. She wondered who it could be for. The owl landed on Hermione's shoulder letting out a proud screech and flapping its wings slightly. She winced from the owl's talons that were fiercely gripping her shoulder and then quickly grabbed the note dangling from the owl's outstretched leg. After removing the note the owl hooted softly and flew away, trying to peck Harry's head as it did so. Sighing and unfolding the note she noticed small and cramped.but tidy handwriting that read:
Miss Granger,
Please meet me in the potions classroom at 7pm sharp..and don't be late.
Sincerely, Professor Snape
Ron and Harry smiled up at her after they had taken a quick glance at the note, "So I see Snape likes to have little 'secret' meetings with you..sounds pretty frustrated 'mione he said don't be late!" He Ron collapsed in laughter with Ron gasping,
"Oh Miss Granger...right there!"
She looked at the boys sprawled at her feet, "What a bunch of pathetic-" She stopped and turned on her heal; leaving the boys to have as much fun as they could at her expense. Her face grew hot as she stormed back inside of the school, pushing Draco out of the way as he approached her.
Fuming she went up to her room. She had night patrol later and she had to deal with a seemingly angry Snape. Crossing to her bed she then collapsed into a heap, nearly squashing a very sleepy and disorientated Crookshanks; who quickly scrambled off the bed. Lying on her side she toyed with the deep gold and red patterns on her comforter letting out a sigh of frustration.
She really wished they wouldn't make fun of her for working with Snape, it wasn't like she was attracted to him, and he had been anything but alluring to her. She respected him immensely and hoped that maybe by working with her he would somehow begin to recognize how talented she truly was. In all truth the man terrified her, he was a mystery and she knew he wouldn't ever change in her eyes.
It was almost 5:30 which meant a quick dinner, an 'oh so enlightening' conversation with Ron and Harry, and then a trip to the dungeons to see Snape.
A/N: Thank you for whoever put me on that link page.sorry the post took so long there was lots of confusion. Please read and review, it means a lot.
Thank you TW I love you you're the best beta a girl could ask for.