A/N - Hey guys! I have two betas now so I can get on with this story
without so many mistakes! I'll get around to fixing the past chapters soon
and yeah, and then it will all be good again. And for those people who
don't like Hagrid having a brain . . . don't read this chapter.
Disclaimer - I don't own Snape, I don't own Hermione, I don't own Harry, I Don't own Ron, I don't own Draco, I don't own . . .to my reviewer who said that we get the point about me not owning the characters . . . would you really rather me listing them?
Chapter 11
Harry and Ron were waiting for Hermione to come down to the Gryffindor Common room so they could go to their first class, which was History of Magic. They had come back after breakfast because Ron had spilt orange juice all over Hermione's robes and she had to go change them. While they were waiting they talked about the night before.
"Why did you want me to leave our table last night??" Ron asked his friend.
"You said she looked terrible!" Harry explained, "You can't just say that to a girl."
"Well, she did! And she said that nothing was wrong, so I don't see why she got upset." Harry realized that Ron truly had no idea about how girls "worked".
"She was lying; she just didn't want us to worry about her."
"Oh," Ron didn't understand, so he tried to change the subject. "So, you didn't get me to leave so you could have some . . . time alone?"
"Why would I . . . Ron! You know I don't like her like that!"
"Yeah, yeah, who do you like then?" Harry blushed, but before he could say anything Hermione came down.
Hermione looked at her two friends with affection; they really weren't that bad, no matter what she said to them when she was mad. She was glad that they weren't mad at each other about the night before. Harry had been rather curt with Ron. She grinned at them, she had so much energy today, and she just wanted to do something fun, not go to a stupid lesson that she already knew, with a teacher who just droned on, not caring what the class did. She asked what they were talking about.
"Oh, nothing much, Harry just has a major crush on someone." Ron said, "The only thing is, he doesn't want to tell me."
"Really? Harry, who is it?" Hermione wanted it to be Ginny, Ron's younger sister. Over the holidays they had become quite good friends and she had the biggest crush on Harry, even if he didn't know it.
"Uh . . . no-one really." Harry wasn't game enough to tell.
"Fine then, don't tell us," Hermione said sweetly, "But don't think we won't find out."
"Anyway, we'd better get going." Ron didn't want to get in trouble - again. If he did then his annoying little sister would tell their mum and he would get another howler. The worst thing was that Harry would always take Ginny's side if they argued. Of course only Ron could miss the meaning of that.
They walked over to the secret doorway that lead to the hallway and opened it; Hermione stepped out first, and almost trod on a small box wrapped up in silver paper and the card that was on the floor next to it.
"Step out carefully. There's a box out here. It's addressed to . . . me!" she told the others.
"So open it already," Ron said. He was curious, "Who is it from?"
"It doesn't say," Hermione told him after reading the card, "It just has my name on it and patterns."
"Why don't you see what it is?" Suggested Harry.
"I wonder what it's for; I know my birthday was a month or so ago and it's not Christmas yet." Hermione mused, "Oh well, I'd better see what it is."
Hermione opened the box and drew out a simple silver chain with a swirling green pendent in the middle of it. She sighed.
"Oh wow, it's so beautiful." She said dreamily, Hermione was glad that she finally had something that looked so . . . well expensive, she had always envied the other girls for their beautiful things. Harry helped her put it on, and she tucked it under her robes so that you could only see the chain. Students weren't allowed to wear much jewelry. She was so happy with this present that she didn't even think to wonder where it came from.
* * * * * * * * * *
While they were walking to the History of Magic class, they saw the Slytherin class going to work outside. They tried to pass them without being noticed, but with Draco there, there wasn't much chance of that. He saw them and headed straight for Harry.
"Hey Potter!" He hissed, when the others couldn't hear them, "I hope you know why you won the Quidditch game."
Hermione felt an icy stab in her stomach, did he know about the potion, or worse, about her and Snape?!
"We were the better team." Replied Harry calmly.
"Oh, I don't think so," Draco sneered, looking Hermione up and down, "I really don't think so."
He gave Crabbe a little signal and Crabbe started to raise his wand slowly. Hermione saw the signal as well and she grabbed her wand out of her robes quickly, "Accio wand" She cried, and Crabbe's wand flew into her hand.
Draco would have usually made some sarcastic remark about Harry needing a girl to protect him, but he had something else on his mind. When Hermione had grabbed taken out her wand, out of her robes, they her robes had slipped a bit off her shoulder and he saw the chain of the necklace. Now things will get interesting, he thought to himself.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hagrid had decided to see Snape about what the boys had told him about a letter. He had received the two visitors that afternoon, before the evening meal. They had raced into his hut and started to gabble about a letter they had got from professor Snape. It had taken him over half an hour to settle them down and get a comprehensible story out of them. On the way to the dungeons he passed McGonagall.
"Professor." He greeted her.
"Hagrid." She acknowledged him, she looked worried, but then when didn't she?
Hagrid finally reached the potions classroom and found Snape preparing to make a potion.
"Err, Professor Snape, could I talk to you for a minute."
"If you wish, but please be quick. I have to re-supply the Hospital Wing with "dreamless sleep" because they have run out and Hermione would like some."
Snape could have kicked himself, how could he have let her name slip out like that? Even if he did love the sound of it. He wondered how his name would sound if she said it?
"Hermione? Surely you mean Miss Granger? Besides she is what I came to talk to you about." Hagrid told Snape.
Snape felt a moment of panic, what if she had told him about the kiss, but from the look on Hagrid's face, he didn't think that was it.
"Oh? Of course I meant Miss Granger; I just thought you would be more familiar with her first name."
Hagrid told Snape about what the boys had told him about the letter. Snape sighed, so that was what it was about.
"I see that you will not leave me in peace until I tell you?" He began, "I was under the effects of a potion gone wrong, but I am the potions master and quite capable of removing it."
"What about the part that says there is no way to reverse it?"
"I merely added that so the boys would see that their actions do have consequences. I wanted them to realize the gravity of the situation."
"I will be leaving then, if it is the truth."
"I assure you, I am not under the effect of any potion." Snape told him, only love, he added to himself.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hermione had been working on an assignment in her Arithmancy class, which was the last lesson of the day, when she began to feel ill. She ignored it and continued working, but her eyes began to blur and she couldn't write. She put up her hand and asked to go to the hospital wing. She was allowed so she collected her stuff and started to walk to the door. On the way she dropped her quill. When she bent to pick it up her necklace fell out of her robes. The moment it left her skin her eyes cleared and she felt like she had woken up. She tucked the necklace back in her robes. She didn't notice the glow as it was re-united with her skin again.
A/N - Here is the link for my friends? Fic -
I hope some of you will go and read it! I have already written chapter 12 and it should be up soon. . . I promise!
Disclaimer - I don't own Snape, I don't own Hermione, I don't own Harry, I Don't own Ron, I don't own Draco, I don't own . . .to my reviewer who said that we get the point about me not owning the characters . . . would you really rather me listing them?
Chapter 11
Harry and Ron were waiting for Hermione to come down to the Gryffindor Common room so they could go to their first class, which was History of Magic. They had come back after breakfast because Ron had spilt orange juice all over Hermione's robes and she had to go change them. While they were waiting they talked about the night before.
"Why did you want me to leave our table last night??" Ron asked his friend.
"You said she looked terrible!" Harry explained, "You can't just say that to a girl."
"Well, she did! And she said that nothing was wrong, so I don't see why she got upset." Harry realized that Ron truly had no idea about how girls "worked".
"She was lying; she just didn't want us to worry about her."
"Oh," Ron didn't understand, so he tried to change the subject. "So, you didn't get me to leave so you could have some . . . time alone?"
"Why would I . . . Ron! You know I don't like her like that!"
"Yeah, yeah, who do you like then?" Harry blushed, but before he could say anything Hermione came down.
Hermione looked at her two friends with affection; they really weren't that bad, no matter what she said to them when she was mad. She was glad that they weren't mad at each other about the night before. Harry had been rather curt with Ron. She grinned at them, she had so much energy today, and she just wanted to do something fun, not go to a stupid lesson that she already knew, with a teacher who just droned on, not caring what the class did. She asked what they were talking about.
"Oh, nothing much, Harry just has a major crush on someone." Ron said, "The only thing is, he doesn't want to tell me."
"Really? Harry, who is it?" Hermione wanted it to be Ginny, Ron's younger sister. Over the holidays they had become quite good friends and she had the biggest crush on Harry, even if he didn't know it.
"Uh . . . no-one really." Harry wasn't game enough to tell.
"Fine then, don't tell us," Hermione said sweetly, "But don't think we won't find out."
"Anyway, we'd better get going." Ron didn't want to get in trouble - again. If he did then his annoying little sister would tell their mum and he would get another howler. The worst thing was that Harry would always take Ginny's side if they argued. Of course only Ron could miss the meaning of that.
They walked over to the secret doorway that lead to the hallway and opened it; Hermione stepped out first, and almost trod on a small box wrapped up in silver paper and the card that was on the floor next to it.
"Step out carefully. There's a box out here. It's addressed to . . . me!" she told the others.
"So open it already," Ron said. He was curious, "Who is it from?"
"It doesn't say," Hermione told him after reading the card, "It just has my name on it and patterns."
"Why don't you see what it is?" Suggested Harry.
"I wonder what it's for; I know my birthday was a month or so ago and it's not Christmas yet." Hermione mused, "Oh well, I'd better see what it is."
Hermione opened the box and drew out a simple silver chain with a swirling green pendent in the middle of it. She sighed.
"Oh wow, it's so beautiful." She said dreamily, Hermione was glad that she finally had something that looked so . . . well expensive, she had always envied the other girls for their beautiful things. Harry helped her put it on, and she tucked it under her robes so that you could only see the chain. Students weren't allowed to wear much jewelry. She was so happy with this present that she didn't even think to wonder where it came from.
* * * * * * * * * *
While they were walking to the History of Magic class, they saw the Slytherin class going to work outside. They tried to pass them without being noticed, but with Draco there, there wasn't much chance of that. He saw them and headed straight for Harry.
"Hey Potter!" He hissed, when the others couldn't hear them, "I hope you know why you won the Quidditch game."
Hermione felt an icy stab in her stomach, did he know about the potion, or worse, about her and Snape?!
"We were the better team." Replied Harry calmly.
"Oh, I don't think so," Draco sneered, looking Hermione up and down, "I really don't think so."
He gave Crabbe a little signal and Crabbe started to raise his wand slowly. Hermione saw the signal as well and she grabbed her wand out of her robes quickly, "Accio wand" She cried, and Crabbe's wand flew into her hand.
Draco would have usually made some sarcastic remark about Harry needing a girl to protect him, but he had something else on his mind. When Hermione had grabbed taken out her wand, out of her robes, they her robes had slipped a bit off her shoulder and he saw the chain of the necklace. Now things will get interesting, he thought to himself.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hagrid had decided to see Snape about what the boys had told him about a letter. He had received the two visitors that afternoon, before the evening meal. They had raced into his hut and started to gabble about a letter they had got from professor Snape. It had taken him over half an hour to settle them down and get a comprehensible story out of them. On the way to the dungeons he passed McGonagall.
"Professor." He greeted her.
"Hagrid." She acknowledged him, she looked worried, but then when didn't she?
Hagrid finally reached the potions classroom and found Snape preparing to make a potion.
"Err, Professor Snape, could I talk to you for a minute."
"If you wish, but please be quick. I have to re-supply the Hospital Wing with "dreamless sleep" because they have run out and Hermione would like some."
Snape could have kicked himself, how could he have let her name slip out like that? Even if he did love the sound of it. He wondered how his name would sound if she said it?
"Hermione? Surely you mean Miss Granger? Besides she is what I came to talk to you about." Hagrid told Snape.
Snape felt a moment of panic, what if she had told him about the kiss, but from the look on Hagrid's face, he didn't think that was it.
"Oh? Of course I meant Miss Granger; I just thought you would be more familiar with her first name."
Hagrid told Snape about what the boys had told him about the letter. Snape sighed, so that was what it was about.
"I see that you will not leave me in peace until I tell you?" He began, "I was under the effects of a potion gone wrong, but I am the potions master and quite capable of removing it."
"What about the part that says there is no way to reverse it?"
"I merely added that so the boys would see that their actions do have consequences. I wanted them to realize the gravity of the situation."
"I will be leaving then, if it is the truth."
"I assure you, I am not under the effect of any potion." Snape told him, only love, he added to himself.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hermione had been working on an assignment in her Arithmancy class, which was the last lesson of the day, when she began to feel ill. She ignored it and continued working, but her eyes began to blur and she couldn't write. She put up her hand and asked to go to the hospital wing. She was allowed so she collected her stuff and started to walk to the door. On the way she dropped her quill. When she bent to pick it up her necklace fell out of her robes. The moment it left her skin her eyes cleared and she felt like she had woken up. She tucked the necklace back in her robes. She didn't notice the glow as it was re-united with her skin again.
A/N - Here is the link for my friends? Fic -
I hope some of you will go and read it! I have already written chapter 12 and it should be up soon. . . I promise!