Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me; it is entirely JK
Rowling's. But, I think it would be nice if this fic is entirely mine. [It
is mine, in the sense that I wrote it in my own time.] The original
characters are mine, I created them! [Don't you dare steal them!]
So now, sit back, and enjoy my story!
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Note: In *.* -- thoughts
Chapter 2
~Snape~
Hogwarts is giving me a headache. I need to get away from that bunch of insolent kids who can't even try to complete any potions assignment with some intelligence!
Anyway, I found my way into muggle London, wanting an escape from the magical community. Muggle London can be quite a pleasant place to be, since no one really associates with one another. And I have no idea who is who. I like this kind of desolation, it is safer this way.
I am hungry. So I went into the coffee shop to get something to eat. I sat down in a table and ordered my lunch.
*Today is not as crowded as before. I commented to myself. *
I enjoyed this quietness, so peaceful and tranquil. But, my momentary peace was disturbed by the chattering of a woman sitting close to my table.
The woman was doing all the talking while her friend just listened. Her friend. She looked familiar. I wonder where I had seen her before. As my mind wondered off to my memory, I found pity for her. She seemed extremely tired and bored of the conversation, and was only pretending to be attentive.
*Hmm. interesting.*
I checked her out carefully, trying to trigger off the spark that is in my memory somewhere. I know this woman! That is for sure. But who is she? That's what I want to know. She looked really young, around 20. Her hair is long and curly; forming a little mess on her head *she should trim that hair of hers*. Her face looked like all smiles, but somehow, she gives the air of someone in deep grief.
*Poor soul. wonder what happened. WAIT A MINUTE! WHY am I pitying a stranger? Get a grip of yourself Snape!*
Just as I was intently studying her, she turned towards me, and our eyes met.
The moment I saw her eyes, those brown and charming eyes, I remembered who she is. *HERMIONE GRANGER?* My mind screamed, but my face betrayed no emotion.
*Years of being a death eater did do me some good.*
She nodded to me politely, but looking a little strange. *I guess she was unnerved by my constant stares at her* Then turned her attention back to her friend. Moments later, they left the coffee house.
~*~*~
~Hermione~
*Who was the person that I saw in the coffee house today?* I had asked myself countless times about this, but whenever I seem to get close to an answer, my head will start spinning.
When I met his eyes at the coffee house today, my heart skipped a beat faster than usual. He was the most charming man I have ever seen so far. Not that he was handsome; in fact, he was far from being handsome. But he had airs of elegance and grace. I liked that. His jet-black hair falls casually down, reaching his shoulders. His eyes shone with something that I can't recognise. But, one thing is for sure. He holds the key to my memory. How I know that? It is just instinct, I guess.
I don't think anyone could forget his gaze. It was intense, as if he was scrutinising...
"He was looking at me the entire time!" I suddenly realised.
"What? What ya saing?" Came the sleepy reply of Eva. She was clearly tired after the day's work and gone straight to bed.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Go back to sleep." I added immediately. I did not realise that I spoke those words out loud.
"K.." Eva said, and the roomed became exceptionally quiet all of a sudden.
I was left on my own to think...
Note: In *.* -- thoughts
Chapter 2
~Snape~
Hogwarts is giving me a headache. I need to get away from that bunch of insolent kids who can't even try to complete any potions assignment with some intelligence!
Anyway, I found my way into muggle London, wanting an escape from the magical community. Muggle London can be quite a pleasant place to be, since no one really associates with one another. And I have no idea who is who. I like this kind of desolation, it is safer this way.
I am hungry. So I went into the coffee shop to get something to eat. I sat down in a table and ordered my lunch.
*Today is not as crowded as before. I commented to myself. *
I enjoyed this quietness, so peaceful and tranquil. But, my momentary peace was disturbed by the chattering of a woman sitting close to my table.
The woman was doing all the talking while her friend just listened. Her friend. She looked familiar. I wonder where I had seen her before. As my mind wondered off to my memory, I found pity for her. She seemed extremely tired and bored of the conversation, and was only pretending to be attentive.
*Hmm. interesting.*
I checked her out carefully, trying to trigger off the spark that is in my memory somewhere. I know this woman! That is for sure. But who is she? That's what I want to know. She looked really young, around 20. Her hair is long and curly; forming a little mess on her head *she should trim that hair of hers*. Her face looked like all smiles, but somehow, she gives the air of someone in deep grief.
*Poor soul. wonder what happened. WAIT A MINUTE! WHY am I pitying a stranger? Get a grip of yourself Snape!*
Just as I was intently studying her, she turned towards me, and our eyes met.
The moment I saw her eyes, those brown and charming eyes, I remembered who she is. *HERMIONE GRANGER?* My mind screamed, but my face betrayed no emotion.
*Years of being a death eater did do me some good.*
She nodded to me politely, but looking a little strange. *I guess she was unnerved by my constant stares at her* Then turned her attention back to her friend. Moments later, they left the coffee house.
~*~*~
~Hermione~
*Who was the person that I saw in the coffee house today?* I had asked myself countless times about this, but whenever I seem to get close to an answer, my head will start spinning.
When I met his eyes at the coffee house today, my heart skipped a beat faster than usual. He was the most charming man I have ever seen so far. Not that he was handsome; in fact, he was far from being handsome. But he had airs of elegance and grace. I liked that. His jet-black hair falls casually down, reaching his shoulders. His eyes shone with something that I can't recognise. But, one thing is for sure. He holds the key to my memory. How I know that? It is just instinct, I guess.
I don't think anyone could forget his gaze. It was intense, as if he was scrutinising...
"He was looking at me the entire time!" I suddenly realised.
"What? What ya saing?" Came the sleepy reply of Eva. She was clearly tired after the day's work and gone straight to bed.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Go back to sleep." I added immediately. I did not realise that I spoke those words out loud.
"K.." Eva said, and the roomed became exceptionally quiet all of a sudden.
I was left on my own to think...