I do not own Harry Potter, those of you who thought I did…..well that would be really sad so I'm going to assume that no-one believes I own this and that you all know its J.K.R.'s.
Snape stormed down to the dungeons and slammed the door entering his potions laboratory. He went to the storage cupboard and began taking down the supplies for Pepper-up potion knowing the act of preparing this simple potion would calm him down. He returned to his workbench and began to methodically lay out his supplies in the order he would need them. He began chopping, mashing and grinding his ingredients so all he would need to do is add them when it came time for them. As he worked his mind wandered still to her. Why had she lied? He knew she wasn't telling them everything but he couldn't understand why. Didn't that foolish girl realize that there was nothing to be gained from keeping her secret; in fact it had almost gotten her killed. His mind went turned round and round trying to understand why until he realized he was getting nowhere and firmly put her out of his mind promising himself he would deal with her later. With that resolution he returned to his cauldron and resumed feeling at peace for now.
Hermione spent the next two weeks in the infirmary reading her textbooks and feigning sleep whenever Harry and Ron came to visit her. She knew that they were only concerned for her but she just couldn't face them or really anyone yet. They would ask her what had happened and she didn't want her only friends to know about her sordid home life. If her own father saw her as worthless and could treat her like he did, how could she expect them to treat her any better if they knew the truth? She knew the answer to that, she couldn't.
Finally the day came that she was released something she had both longed for and dreaded. With a month left before school started and without the relative safety and privacy of the hospital wing she didn't know how she was going to avoid talking to her friends and answering the question she knew they had for her. 'If Ron's mother hadn't already told them all she knew' some part of her mind whispered to her. She thought back to the visit she had had from Mrs. Weasley a couple days after she had woken up. It was hard to understand her as she had burst into tears the minute she had seen Hermione but the horror on her face was clear every time she had looked at her. Indeed it was obvious to Hermione that it was very difficult for Mrs. Weasley to look at her let alone discuss her new situation. After a half hour of mostly painful silences and stilted conversation she had left, leaving Hermione with her thoughts and a confirmation to her of how the people who she cared about were disgusted by her once they knew the truth.
Hermione took a deep breath and steeling herself walked through the doors of the infirmary and proceeded to the tower and the friends she was sure awaited her.
A/N: I know I know this is almost to short to even bother reading. All I can say in my defense is this is the first day in a while my computer has been working and I really wanted to get this out while I frantically write more. Anything you have to say I appreciate hearing.