Disclaimer: Just realized that I haven't said in a while that, well no, I
still don't own Harry Potter. The wonderful Ms. Rowling does, and I love
her for it. I just wish the 6th would be written and out... I WANT IT SOOO
BADLY! Okay, so again: to the story!
Love.
I'm in love.
With Severus.
My heart skips a few beats every time that thought enters my mind.
Thank Merlin Harry or Ron aren't skilled with Divinitation or Occulemency...otherwise *oh the ridicule*. But they'll know eventually, and really, it doesn't matter. I just don't want anyone to know yet, except for me and Severus that is. Otherwise, he loses his job and integrity, and I lose my enrollment to Hogwarts and I'm looked down upon.
I wish I didn't have to keep it secret. I feel like running to the top of the North Tower and announcing my happiness to the entire world!
But. I. Cannot.
I have to tell Severus. But what if---what if he doesn't love *me*? I would be so humiliated.
No I wouldn't. He still appreciates me enough not to taunt me about it, even if he doesn't love me now... but still, when to tell him? Where? How? This is yet another one of those exceedingly rare times when even * I * don't have the answer. Thinking about this is giving me a migraine.
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Two days have passed since my epiphany... I go to my classes. We learn about a new plant in Herbology then plant it and take care of it. Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid continues teaching us how to take care of Occamies (difficult little buggers), then Transfiguration is interesting until about a half hour before its over because then I start thinking about potions...
Potions has become my favorite class. I liked it very much before because Potions is truly interesting and much can be learned from books about it. If you put ingredients in incorrectly, you know right away, and can fix it. There's not much guesswork when concocting a potion... unless you start thinking about the Potions master, and loose your track of mind. I find myself doing that too often. I might have to set up an alarm that goes off when I stop thinking of my work then I get back on track. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Last Tuesday I was ordered by Snape to see him after class because I wasn't paying attention...
"Hermione, where was your head today? You almost melted a cauldron!"
"I'm sorry, sir. I just was thinking about something else."
"Perhaps, some*one* else?"
"Correct."
"Hermione, you must pay attention to the potions and not the potions master. I can't have you destroying you equipment and your grade."
"I know. I'm just having...", I search for the right words to express my loss, "severe difficulties doing so."
"Why?"
"Could I talk to later tonight Severus? I need to get to lunch."
"Er, of course Hermione. Just make sure you do come back to talk."
I nod and head to the door to find Ron and Harry busy arguing about Quidditch teams to each other, at first I was worried they heard something because I didn't think they would hang around after class, but Ron and I always did for Harry, so it makes sense.
"No! North Ireland's team is much more skilled in dives than the Bulgarians!" Shouts Ron
"Oh Ron," I interject, "You just don't like the Bulgarian's team because of Viktor." I smirk
"What, you still talking to Vikky? And quit smirking, you look like you belong with Snape!"
"Hahahahaha! Hermione? Like *Snape*!! HA!" Harry goes into fits of laughter followed by, "Never say something like that again!" And then falls into more hysterics.
I force an expression of amusement at Harry's actions, but deep down, I'm hurt. Even though I know I shouldn't take his words to heart, he doesn't know. If now had been a month ago, I would have been sincerely enjoying myself and laughing with them all the way to the Great Hall for lunch. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It's Thursday now, six o'clock in the evening and the sky is showing the first hints of sunset, and I'm gathering my courage to go to Severus and tell him. I seriously am procrastinating. I've never waited to do something before, least of talk to someone. But I've never told anyone I loved them before... I've never loved anyone like this.
"Okay," I mutter under my breath, "It's now or never." I quit pacing back and forth in my dorm, pick up Severus's book, slip the note I wrote for him inside but so the edge of the grey bordered parchment sticks out enough to see.
I bounce down the staircase with ease and seeing Ron in a corner chatting to someone from the Quidditch team, I hurry out the portrait hole.
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I knock on the door three times
"Yes?" He drawls from inside
"It's me Hermione, sir." I announce
Immediately, quick footsteps come to greet me at the door.
"Finally. I was wondering when you would be done eating the lunch from Tuesday."
"Oh! Sorry, I just, well I have your book for you and hopefully it will clear everything up."
I hand the thick leather-bound book to him, amused at his mystified expression, turn on my heel and exit.
Love.
I'm in love.
With Severus.
My heart skips a few beats every time that thought enters my mind.
Thank Merlin Harry or Ron aren't skilled with Divinitation or Occulemency...otherwise *oh the ridicule*. But they'll know eventually, and really, it doesn't matter. I just don't want anyone to know yet, except for me and Severus that is. Otherwise, he loses his job and integrity, and I lose my enrollment to Hogwarts and I'm looked down upon.
I wish I didn't have to keep it secret. I feel like running to the top of the North Tower and announcing my happiness to the entire world!
But. I. Cannot.
I have to tell Severus. But what if---what if he doesn't love *me*? I would be so humiliated.
No I wouldn't. He still appreciates me enough not to taunt me about it, even if he doesn't love me now... but still, when to tell him? Where? How? This is yet another one of those exceedingly rare times when even * I * don't have the answer. Thinking about this is giving me a migraine.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two days have passed since my epiphany... I go to my classes. We learn about a new plant in Herbology then plant it and take care of it. Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid continues teaching us how to take care of Occamies (difficult little buggers), then Transfiguration is interesting until about a half hour before its over because then I start thinking about potions...
Potions has become my favorite class. I liked it very much before because Potions is truly interesting and much can be learned from books about it. If you put ingredients in incorrectly, you know right away, and can fix it. There's not much guesswork when concocting a potion... unless you start thinking about the Potions master, and loose your track of mind. I find myself doing that too often. I might have to set up an alarm that goes off when I stop thinking of my work then I get back on track. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Last Tuesday I was ordered by Snape to see him after class because I wasn't paying attention...
"Hermione, where was your head today? You almost melted a cauldron!"
"I'm sorry, sir. I just was thinking about something else."
"Perhaps, some*one* else?"
"Correct."
"Hermione, you must pay attention to the potions and not the potions master. I can't have you destroying you equipment and your grade."
"I know. I'm just having...", I search for the right words to express my loss, "severe difficulties doing so."
"Why?"
"Could I talk to later tonight Severus? I need to get to lunch."
"Er, of course Hermione. Just make sure you do come back to talk."
I nod and head to the door to find Ron and Harry busy arguing about Quidditch teams to each other, at first I was worried they heard something because I didn't think they would hang around after class, but Ron and I always did for Harry, so it makes sense.
"No! North Ireland's team is much more skilled in dives than the Bulgarians!" Shouts Ron
"Oh Ron," I interject, "You just don't like the Bulgarian's team because of Viktor." I smirk
"What, you still talking to Vikky? And quit smirking, you look like you belong with Snape!"
"Hahahahaha! Hermione? Like *Snape*!! HA!" Harry goes into fits of laughter followed by, "Never say something like that again!" And then falls into more hysterics.
I force an expression of amusement at Harry's actions, but deep down, I'm hurt. Even though I know I shouldn't take his words to heart, he doesn't know. If now had been a month ago, I would have been sincerely enjoying myself and laughing with them all the way to the Great Hall for lunch. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It's Thursday now, six o'clock in the evening and the sky is showing the first hints of sunset, and I'm gathering my courage to go to Severus and tell him. I seriously am procrastinating. I've never waited to do something before, least of talk to someone. But I've never told anyone I loved them before... I've never loved anyone like this.
"Okay," I mutter under my breath, "It's now or never." I quit pacing back and forth in my dorm, pick up Severus's book, slip the note I wrote for him inside but so the edge of the grey bordered parchment sticks out enough to see.
I bounce down the staircase with ease and seeing Ron in a corner chatting to someone from the Quidditch team, I hurry out the portrait hole.
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I knock on the door three times
"Yes?" He drawls from inside
"It's me Hermione, sir." I announce
Immediately, quick footsteps come to greet me at the door.
"Finally. I was wondering when you would be done eating the lunch from Tuesday."
"Oh! Sorry, I just, well I have your book for you and hopefully it will clear everything up."
I hand the thick leather-bound book to him, amused at his mystified expression, turn on my heel and exit.