Disclaimer: Even though I wish I had created Harry Potter and everything, I
didn't so none of this is mine, I'm just messing around with the characters
and enjoying myself by screwing them over MUWAHAHAHA...oh yeah and this is
sorta string of consciousness writing of Hermione.
Oh yeah, and incase you're the person who commented saying that the switching between Hermione & Snape POV is confusing, you're a dumbass, it's only in Hermione's POV. If you would have read the above message...you would have gotten it, sorry if this seems harsh but that's the way it is. Oh, and I don't try for cannon stuff, if it's there great, but I prefer just to use the characters in my own special way, thanks much!
He's watching me again, but this time not just merely looking at me, he's looking into my eyes...I look away...I whisper to him from across the room earnestly
"I'm sorry."
He looks harder at me.
"I'll be leaving now...I shouldn't be out anyways, it's late."
He says nothing... I bend at my waist, place the book down on the coffee table quietly, and walk slowly out towards the door. As I am turning to doorknob to leave his quarters, I turn back once more to look at him.
He's sitting slouched on the edge of his bed, looking out a window I hadn't noticed before
"Please come again at 6 tomorrow night. If I don't answer again, there is a key inside a small ledge over my class name plaque. Thank you."
I nod, and enter back to the Potions classroom. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I lay on my mattress in the dark, listening to the silence of my dorm mates sleeping. I fall asleep without a single thought in my head. My emotions are drained. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun is shining through the window directly onto my face, it must be about 8 now...I should get up and get dressed for breakfast and the day...I pull off my sweater I was wearing yesterday, and put on a grey one. I change into my black, white, and grey plaid ankle length skirt; pull on my white bobby socks, and my brown leather shoes. I hop off the bed, no one else is in the dorm now, I open the door and begin walking down the stairs...I should perhaps think of a story to tell Harry and Ron about how detention was...lets see...It was terrible, Snape had me...cleaning out the cauldrons...and organizing papers...and er...redoing a potion that I failed? ...yes, that's good enough...I keep walking, I can see Harry standing at one of the tables playing chess with Ron...
I reach the base of the stairs
"Hey guys! Have you eaten breakfast yet?"
"Nope."
"Yeah, Harry and I were waiting for you... you never came back to the common room last night Hermione...where were you?"
"Ron didn't you remember, I have detention, I'm sure I told you that yesterday. Shall we go eat?" They get up and walk on either side of me, "Yeah, I had to clean out the class cauldrons then organize the assignments, and prepare some ingredients for the next potion we're going to make."
"But that shouldn't have taken that long, did it?"
"You're right Harry, I went to the library after, I wanted to read something new. I started The Commission of the Morbid. It's very good."
"And you have to go again the next two nights, right?"
"Yeah...it's a bugger..."
We arrived at the main hall, and then we entered to find a table. Ron began filling his plate and stuffing his mouth with various foods... I poured us some pumpkin juice, and I took a croissant for myself...Harry followed in the fashion of Ron...
I glance around the room as I am buttering my croissant and I notice that at the head table, Snape isn't there... I look around, but I guess he just isn't here... I don't know why I would want to see him, it's not like I want to talk to him now... I guess he's preparing our lesson for today...
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Potions wasn't bad today...we made a cure for when you get your tongue tied... quite a fascinating potion actually, very complex, but simple...amazing...I have about a half an hour to get ready for detention again with Snape...I hope tonight he is feeling better... Well, I have nothing to do, I wish I borrowed his book to read... maybe I can tonight...I have nothing to do in the mean time...I guess I'll head over to his office slowly...
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I knock on the class door...no answer...I know again, a bit more persuasively...still no reply...why does this seem familiar? Oh yeah *sarcasm* I did this last night... Ok, so where did he say was that key? Umm... oh, right- o, in the ledge over the class nameplate, oh wow there is a key, why wasn't I expecting one? Allrighty, I place the small, brass key into the door lock and turn it, and then the door opens on its own into the class...
"Professor? Er...Professor Snape? Are you in here?"
I walk further into the class...he isn't in here... I go to where his quarter's door is, and open the door... He's sitting in the chair I was sitting in last night, drinking some of the potion again...
"Professor, are you all right?"
"Oh...well, I'm fine...Miss Granger, I just wanted to speak with you tonight."
"Yes?"
"I wanted to thank you for putting on the fire, getting me here to my room, and not leaving, just incase I did something..."
"Er...sure...Professor, it wasn't any problem..."
"Please, Hermione, call me Severus."
Shocked, I am absolutely stunned...why is my Professor asking me to call him by his first name? And did he call me by Hermione? HE only did that once, this last summer when he was yelling at Harry, Fred, & me for using extendable ears...I wasn't even using one, I was trying to get the boys to put them away...
"Anyway, will you just stay here, I hate to admit it but " His face is twisted with the effort of forcing himself to tell me, "I need your help. You were in the control of my...situation last night, and I would prefer it if no one else knew about this...Can you stay again?"
"Yes, er Severus."
"I thank you."
This is so odd...he must be already on the stuff...I mean, he's pathetic, he's asking for help...He's supposed to be a bloody mean bastard...what happened? He's his normal enraged self during class and the rest of the time, and he can't be under an imperius by Voldemort, because of what happened to Voldemort...it's got to be the medicine...if he needs me here to watch him, why isn't he taking more of the potion... I just realized I've been standing in the same spot since I walked in...I walk towards Snape and sit in the chair across the table from him...The book is still laying where I left it last night...
"I see that you started reading this book...do you like it? I thought it was quite excellent."
"Oh yes, I really love it, it just seems like someone wrote it while they were being slowly tortured...It's so painful, but beautiful, and real, and almost...familiar feeling? Does that make sense? I would love to know Pervan S. Usese, he seems brilliant."
"Miss Granger, Hermione, I thought you were good with words."
"I...am."
"Well than didn't you comprehend that Pervan S. Usese is an anagram for Severus Snape? Or were you too enthralled with my book to notice?"
"Your book? You wrote all of those books on the shelf?"
"Yes."
It takes me second to appreciate what this means to me...Oh good lord...I think I'm beginning to fancy my teacher...but what's really wrong with that? He's a brilliant man, and he's not that much older, can he be? I am 17, but the time turner added a few months so I've really live a little over 18 years...so it's not bad...why does it feel like he's looking in my head? Oh crap...occulemency...that's why he stares into my eyes...well, if he's reading my thoughts...Severus, if you are able to um, hear this? Nod you head...please...He doesn't nod...phew...but he stands up and walks away to the window, and draws the curtains so the setting sunlight filters in...
"So finally, the fact that I can see thoughts, filtered into your head, eh?"
"Crap."
He laughs...I've never heard him laugh before. I didn't know he laughed. He has a rich, deep laugh...I like it too.
"No need to worry...I just wanted to know something..."
"Know what?"
He looks a bit embarrassed, but only for a split second...he covered that up well, but he apparently covers his emotions well...
"Well...you fancy me."
He turns back towards me, the fading sunlight reflecting off his soft hair...I'm blushing, my face won't stop going red, oh this is horrible, I hope I don't go purple like Ron does, oh no, I can't stop going red! I duck my face down into my skirt, pretending to tie my shoes...my shoes don't have laces...now I have to face him...I can see his shoes in front of me... I look up
"Well? You do don't you?"
"Damn you, yes. Yes Professor Severus Snape, I fancy you!"
There. I said it.
He's smiling a small, innocent looking smile, which I know is far from the truth, he isn't innocent. He's been through hell and back again too many times, and in comparison, this issue must be a tiny emotional spec of his life.
He kneels down to me, and rests his hands on either side of on the arm rests...
"Brilliant."
Oh yeah, and incase you're the person who commented saying that the switching between Hermione & Snape POV is confusing, you're a dumbass, it's only in Hermione's POV. If you would have read the above message...you would have gotten it, sorry if this seems harsh but that's the way it is. Oh, and I don't try for cannon stuff, if it's there great, but I prefer just to use the characters in my own special way, thanks much!
He's watching me again, but this time not just merely looking at me, he's looking into my eyes...I look away...I whisper to him from across the room earnestly
"I'm sorry."
He looks harder at me.
"I'll be leaving now...I shouldn't be out anyways, it's late."
He says nothing... I bend at my waist, place the book down on the coffee table quietly, and walk slowly out towards the door. As I am turning to doorknob to leave his quarters, I turn back once more to look at him.
He's sitting slouched on the edge of his bed, looking out a window I hadn't noticed before
"Please come again at 6 tomorrow night. If I don't answer again, there is a key inside a small ledge over my class name plaque. Thank you."
I nod, and enter back to the Potions classroom. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I lay on my mattress in the dark, listening to the silence of my dorm mates sleeping. I fall asleep without a single thought in my head. My emotions are drained. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun is shining through the window directly onto my face, it must be about 8 now...I should get up and get dressed for breakfast and the day...I pull off my sweater I was wearing yesterday, and put on a grey one. I change into my black, white, and grey plaid ankle length skirt; pull on my white bobby socks, and my brown leather shoes. I hop off the bed, no one else is in the dorm now, I open the door and begin walking down the stairs...I should perhaps think of a story to tell Harry and Ron about how detention was...lets see...It was terrible, Snape had me...cleaning out the cauldrons...and organizing papers...and er...redoing a potion that I failed? ...yes, that's good enough...I keep walking, I can see Harry standing at one of the tables playing chess with Ron...
I reach the base of the stairs
"Hey guys! Have you eaten breakfast yet?"
"Nope."
"Yeah, Harry and I were waiting for you... you never came back to the common room last night Hermione...where were you?"
"Ron didn't you remember, I have detention, I'm sure I told you that yesterday. Shall we go eat?" They get up and walk on either side of me, "Yeah, I had to clean out the class cauldrons then organize the assignments, and prepare some ingredients for the next potion we're going to make."
"But that shouldn't have taken that long, did it?"
"You're right Harry, I went to the library after, I wanted to read something new. I started The Commission of the Morbid. It's very good."
"And you have to go again the next two nights, right?"
"Yeah...it's a bugger..."
We arrived at the main hall, and then we entered to find a table. Ron began filling his plate and stuffing his mouth with various foods... I poured us some pumpkin juice, and I took a croissant for myself...Harry followed in the fashion of Ron...
I glance around the room as I am buttering my croissant and I notice that at the head table, Snape isn't there... I look around, but I guess he just isn't here... I don't know why I would want to see him, it's not like I want to talk to him now... I guess he's preparing our lesson for today...
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Potions wasn't bad today...we made a cure for when you get your tongue tied... quite a fascinating potion actually, very complex, but simple...amazing...I have about a half an hour to get ready for detention again with Snape...I hope tonight he is feeling better... Well, I have nothing to do, I wish I borrowed his book to read... maybe I can tonight...I have nothing to do in the mean time...I guess I'll head over to his office slowly...
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I knock on the class door...no answer...I know again, a bit more persuasively...still no reply...why does this seem familiar? Oh yeah *sarcasm* I did this last night... Ok, so where did he say was that key? Umm... oh, right- o, in the ledge over the class nameplate, oh wow there is a key, why wasn't I expecting one? Allrighty, I place the small, brass key into the door lock and turn it, and then the door opens on its own into the class...
"Professor? Er...Professor Snape? Are you in here?"
I walk further into the class...he isn't in here... I go to where his quarter's door is, and open the door... He's sitting in the chair I was sitting in last night, drinking some of the potion again...
"Professor, are you all right?"
"Oh...well, I'm fine...Miss Granger, I just wanted to speak with you tonight."
"Yes?"
"I wanted to thank you for putting on the fire, getting me here to my room, and not leaving, just incase I did something..."
"Er...sure...Professor, it wasn't any problem..."
"Please, Hermione, call me Severus."
Shocked, I am absolutely stunned...why is my Professor asking me to call him by his first name? And did he call me by Hermione? HE only did that once, this last summer when he was yelling at Harry, Fred, & me for using extendable ears...I wasn't even using one, I was trying to get the boys to put them away...
"Anyway, will you just stay here, I hate to admit it but " His face is twisted with the effort of forcing himself to tell me, "I need your help. You were in the control of my...situation last night, and I would prefer it if no one else knew about this...Can you stay again?"
"Yes, er Severus."
"I thank you."
This is so odd...he must be already on the stuff...I mean, he's pathetic, he's asking for help...He's supposed to be a bloody mean bastard...what happened? He's his normal enraged self during class and the rest of the time, and he can't be under an imperius by Voldemort, because of what happened to Voldemort...it's got to be the medicine...if he needs me here to watch him, why isn't he taking more of the potion... I just realized I've been standing in the same spot since I walked in...I walk towards Snape and sit in the chair across the table from him...The book is still laying where I left it last night...
"I see that you started reading this book...do you like it? I thought it was quite excellent."
"Oh yes, I really love it, it just seems like someone wrote it while they were being slowly tortured...It's so painful, but beautiful, and real, and almost...familiar feeling? Does that make sense? I would love to know Pervan S. Usese, he seems brilliant."
"Miss Granger, Hermione, I thought you were good with words."
"I...am."
"Well than didn't you comprehend that Pervan S. Usese is an anagram for Severus Snape? Or were you too enthralled with my book to notice?"
"Your book? You wrote all of those books on the shelf?"
"Yes."
It takes me second to appreciate what this means to me...Oh good lord...I think I'm beginning to fancy my teacher...but what's really wrong with that? He's a brilliant man, and he's not that much older, can he be? I am 17, but the time turner added a few months so I've really live a little over 18 years...so it's not bad...why does it feel like he's looking in my head? Oh crap...occulemency...that's why he stares into my eyes...well, if he's reading my thoughts...Severus, if you are able to um, hear this? Nod you head...please...He doesn't nod...phew...but he stands up and walks away to the window, and draws the curtains so the setting sunlight filters in...
"So finally, the fact that I can see thoughts, filtered into your head, eh?"
"Crap."
He laughs...I've never heard him laugh before. I didn't know he laughed. He has a rich, deep laugh...I like it too.
"No need to worry...I just wanted to know something..."
"Know what?"
He looks a bit embarrassed, but only for a split second...he covered that up well, but he apparently covers his emotions well...
"Well...you fancy me."
He turns back towards me, the fading sunlight reflecting off his soft hair...I'm blushing, my face won't stop going red, oh this is horrible, I hope I don't go purple like Ron does, oh no, I can't stop going red! I duck my face down into my skirt, pretending to tie my shoes...my shoes don't have laces...now I have to face him...I can see his shoes in front of me... I look up
"Well? You do don't you?"
"Damn you, yes. Yes Professor Severus Snape, I fancy you!"
There. I said it.
He's smiling a small, innocent looking smile, which I know is far from the truth, he isn't innocent. He's been through hell and back again too many times, and in comparison, this issue must be a tiny emotional spec of his life.
He kneels down to me, and rests his hands on either side of on the arm rests...
"Brilliant."