Nyah...still don't own Harry Potter, or in other matters, if you see some "big words", it's because I've been studying for SAT's and I'm practicing them Muwhahahaha
Oh, and back to HERMIONE GRANGER'S P.O.V.
I can't believe I just told him (however indirectly) that I want him... What's going to happen?
His black eyes light up as he stares at me with sudden fervor... I gaze into their beautiful oblivion
He grasps my shoulders and pulls me back to sit against his warmth... I snuggle and wedge myself into hit arms and sit amid his cloak-covered legs. He softly kisses the tops of my hair and a sound from outside startles me awake from my trance
"It's raining." He whispers
I smile to myself
"Want to go outside?"
"In the rain?"
"Yes..."
"Are you mad! It's pouring rain out there!" I point to the wall, but meaning outside past it
He just laughs as he rises leaving me to almost fall off the cushions.
"Why are you laughing?" I demand
He begins feeling along the wall that I had wildly gestured to; taps on one of the numerous grey rocks with his wand, and like he thinks his is in Diagon Alley.
He turns back to me, I give his the most quizzical look I've ever had and begin to say
"What on earth---"
Then, to my astonishment, a door appears and he pulls it open to reveal the dark rain falling from the angry blue sky.
"Want to go outside?"
I get up and glide to him and the door as he beckons to me.
"No rain coats?"
He takes a few broad strides, immersing himself in the torrents
I grin at his antics. Like he expects me to---
"AHH! YOU LITTLE---!"
I have been hauled into the violent downpour; my hair is already plastered to my head and back.
He pulls me along at the speed of a racehorse with the whip of his master on his heels... I just physically can't run that fast with my shorter gait, and I have to let go, clutching my chest, trying to catch my breath.
He whirls around and sashays back to me acting silly with the happiest expression I've ever seen anyone have. It's hard to think that this is the man who stood with Voldemort and is now so full of deep anguish that he won't even speak of. Maybe I'm helping him to feel better?
He reaches his slim hands to my face and pulls me into a kiss, innocently like little children behind their parent's backs. I beam at him when he pulls back away and slowly saunters off in the bending grasses. His hair is sleek and his robes are positively drenched, and I run to walk by his side.
"What are we doing?"
"Walking to that tree over there," He points at a large beech, "Maybe we can get some shelter from it."
I think to myself, 'or we could go back to your office where it's completely dry' but I say nothing because this is much more enjoyable.
We walk in perfect silence, listening to the heavy rain on and around us. Arriving at the tree, I see that there are some dry patches, but with the water of our clothes, nothing matters if it's dry or not...
"Having fun?" He questions
I first let out a short laugh, then answer a simple, "Yep."
He laughs as he lies back, resting against the strong tree trunk, and pulling his black hood over his head, shadowing his jovial eyes.
After an hour of enjoyable and philosophical conversation about life and society's insanity, we drift to quietness. Not uncomfortable silence, but just letting each other listen to the ever pounding fury of the spring storm.
Ten minutes pass and I turn to him, only to find that he has fallen asleep.
I pull at him softly to let him fall onto my crossed legs. I endearingly fondle his wet hair as he moves slightly in his sleep. I can only imagine what his dreams are about... are they memories seeking to torture him? Or perhaps dreams about potions? Or flying, or love?
He quietly stirs and I try to soothe him by petting his hair... No, that didn't work. He awakens and seems a bit startled at where we are.
"I love you." He murmurs and reaches up to twirl a curl of my hair around his finger
I bend down and kiss his nose.
"I've decided to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
Then I remember I had asked about his past that must be what he means, I say
"Oh! ...Oh."
He lets go of my lock of hair and pressures my neck down to meet his lips for a gentle kiss.
Standing up, he tries his best to dust off his muddy robes, then resorts to a simple scourgify spell. Severus looks at me expectantly.
Oh. I should get up, we must be going back. I stand up too quickly and my head begins to spin. As I lose my balance slightly, Severus leaps to try and grab me, but ends up falling on me.
"Well, so much for getting up and going, eh?"
He sneers playfully, and hauls me up as he begins walking.
"No one could have seen us from the castle, right?"
"Did you by any chance notice the pelting rain and the near black sky? How could anyone see us?"
"You're right... it is like its night out, even thought it's barely four."
"Why don't you go wash up, and I'll talk to you after dinner. All right?"
"Yes, of course."
I perform a simple drying spell on my hair and robes to give the appearance of being dry, but underneath, my whole uniform was drenched. I saunter out of his room happily, and head towards my dormitory.
I'm now all showered, warm, clean, and DRY...and tired. I haven't run for a very long time and my emotions are weary. I expect after tonight, I will be drained and stressed feeling, so the more awake I am, the better.
I plop onto my mattress and bury myself under the covers, telling Lavender to wake me up at six thirty so I can get down to dinner.
"Hermione? Hermione. HERMIONE GRANGER!"
"What? Oh! Thanks!"
Who knew Lavender could be so loud? Sheesh.
I attempt to brush out my hair and settle for just forcing it into a rubber hair band. I can hear Ron arguing about something to Harry, very vociferously.
"I SAW them with my own eyes! Bloody HELL! Why don't you believe me?"
My heart stops... could he have seen?
I peak slowly around the corner of the staircase, my body pressed against the wall in effort to hide. I see a highly affronted, yet bemused Harry, and an absolutely fuming Ron.
Harry laughs at Ron, saying
"Have you lost your mind, Ron? Have you actually gone mad?" Harry is clutching his stomach with laughter, and everyone else in the common room is laughing quietly or hysterically. Take Neville, for instance, he is giggling like a little girl, trying not to tumble out of a chair.
Ron is obviously insulted, and the background laughter, in addition to Harry's disregard, isn't helping.
"You. Have. Got. To. Believe. Me. DAMN IT!" With each word he poked Harry stiffly on the shoulder.
"But, Ron! Listen to yourself! You think you saw our Hermione with Snape! Don't you see any possibility that you are wrong?"
Ron storms up towards the girl's dormitory, and me, he is obviously forgetting that the stairs turn into the slide when any boy tries to get up them. He takes nearly seven steps and the stairs melt into the slide and he glides back down, mean while, his temper rising. I lose my foothold on the slippery surface and I shoot downhill and land on my bum at Ron's feet.
"Well?" he demands, bothered by my sudden appearance, "Were you with Snape?"
In my shock from his outright accusation, my astounded face suits the fact that I should be surprised and disgusted.
"Ron? Did you just ask if I was with," I spit the last words out with complete repugnance, "Snape? Professor SNAPE?"
"Yes, I did!"
I let out a gagging sound, as if the idea makes me wretch.
"Ron, have you gone nuts?"
"No! I SAW you and- and HIM!"
Ron's face is turning a hideous puce colour; he looks like he might vomit right onto me.
"Ron. No. I was not with Professor Snape, and what would possibly convince you that you had?" I annunciate each word with precision in my effort to make him think he is wrong.
"I saw a tall man and a girl that looked like you from the back, running together and hugging-possibly snogging- in the rainstorm!"
"So you saw someone tall...and a girl, in the blurry rain. And you assume it was me with Snape?" I feel hurt that he would think automatically to me (even if it was)
I feel my eyes begin to burn with tears and Ron notices the tears welling.
"So it wasn't you?"
"Ron, I just woke up after taking a shower."
"How do I know you just woke up?" Accusingly he spits it out
"I woke her up just now!" Shouts Lavender in my defense, after all, she had just woken me up.
"Oh." His face lightens to a pink embarrassment instead of the fury red, "I'm sorry, Hermione." He mutters.
A few people in near the walls shove their fists in their mouths to keep from laughing again. Harry walks up to me and slings his arm loosely around my shoulders.
"I told you, Ron. You've gone nutters."
"Oh, thanks." He says sarcastically and sadly walks away.
I go down to dinner with Harry; and of course he brings up Ron's insanity
"No, Harry, don't talk about it ever. I know he means well and who knows, maybe what he saw really looked like me. But, please, don't talk about it. It will only create more problems, and I want our last two months of school to be perfect."
We sit down and begin eating our meal. I still think the elves must be paid... I look at my food mourning, thinking about how I can't see Snape for a while, Ron will only think about us more.
"You're not thinking about 'Spew' are you?"
"S.P.E.W. How many times must I say? And what if I am?"
"Please don't even begin to lecture, Hermy."
"Oh, fine."
"Hey," He rolls his eyes over to the professor's table, "Snape's looking over here funny, if only Ron was here, he'd accuse him and get three-hundred points taken from Gryffindor."
I muster out a small laugh, as I look up at Severus only to have our eyes meet and I look away forlornly.
I finish picking at my potatoes and Harry and I leave back to the tower. I don't even look at the table.
Oh, and back to HERMIONE GRANGER'S P.O.V.
I can't believe I just told him (however indirectly) that I want him... What's going to happen?
His black eyes light up as he stares at me with sudden fervor... I gaze into their beautiful oblivion
He grasps my shoulders and pulls me back to sit against his warmth... I snuggle and wedge myself into hit arms and sit amid his cloak-covered legs. He softly kisses the tops of my hair and a sound from outside startles me awake from my trance
"It's raining." He whispers
I smile to myself
"Want to go outside?"
"In the rain?"
"Yes..."
"Are you mad! It's pouring rain out there!" I point to the wall, but meaning outside past it
He just laughs as he rises leaving me to almost fall off the cushions.
"Why are you laughing?" I demand
He begins feeling along the wall that I had wildly gestured to; taps on one of the numerous grey rocks with his wand, and like he thinks his is in Diagon Alley.
He turns back to me, I give his the most quizzical look I've ever had and begin to say
"What on earth---"
Then, to my astonishment, a door appears and he pulls it open to reveal the dark rain falling from the angry blue sky.
"Want to go outside?"
I get up and glide to him and the door as he beckons to me.
"No rain coats?"
He takes a few broad strides, immersing himself in the torrents
I grin at his antics. Like he expects me to---
"AHH! YOU LITTLE---!"
I have been hauled into the violent downpour; my hair is already plastered to my head and back.
He pulls me along at the speed of a racehorse with the whip of his master on his heels... I just physically can't run that fast with my shorter gait, and I have to let go, clutching my chest, trying to catch my breath.
He whirls around and sashays back to me acting silly with the happiest expression I've ever seen anyone have. It's hard to think that this is the man who stood with Voldemort and is now so full of deep anguish that he won't even speak of. Maybe I'm helping him to feel better?
He reaches his slim hands to my face and pulls me into a kiss, innocently like little children behind their parent's backs. I beam at him when he pulls back away and slowly saunters off in the bending grasses. His hair is sleek and his robes are positively drenched, and I run to walk by his side.
"What are we doing?"
"Walking to that tree over there," He points at a large beech, "Maybe we can get some shelter from it."
I think to myself, 'or we could go back to your office where it's completely dry' but I say nothing because this is much more enjoyable.
We walk in perfect silence, listening to the heavy rain on and around us. Arriving at the tree, I see that there are some dry patches, but with the water of our clothes, nothing matters if it's dry or not...
"Having fun?" He questions
I first let out a short laugh, then answer a simple, "Yep."
He laughs as he lies back, resting against the strong tree trunk, and pulling his black hood over his head, shadowing his jovial eyes.
After an hour of enjoyable and philosophical conversation about life and society's insanity, we drift to quietness. Not uncomfortable silence, but just letting each other listen to the ever pounding fury of the spring storm.
Ten minutes pass and I turn to him, only to find that he has fallen asleep.
I pull at him softly to let him fall onto my crossed legs. I endearingly fondle his wet hair as he moves slightly in his sleep. I can only imagine what his dreams are about... are they memories seeking to torture him? Or perhaps dreams about potions? Or flying, or love?
He quietly stirs and I try to soothe him by petting his hair... No, that didn't work. He awakens and seems a bit startled at where we are.
"I love you." He murmurs and reaches up to twirl a curl of my hair around his finger
I bend down and kiss his nose.
"I've decided to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
Then I remember I had asked about his past that must be what he means, I say
"Oh! ...Oh."
He lets go of my lock of hair and pressures my neck down to meet his lips for a gentle kiss.
Standing up, he tries his best to dust off his muddy robes, then resorts to a simple scourgify spell. Severus looks at me expectantly.
Oh. I should get up, we must be going back. I stand up too quickly and my head begins to spin. As I lose my balance slightly, Severus leaps to try and grab me, but ends up falling on me.
"Well, so much for getting up and going, eh?"
He sneers playfully, and hauls me up as he begins walking.
"No one could have seen us from the castle, right?"
"Did you by any chance notice the pelting rain and the near black sky? How could anyone see us?"
"You're right... it is like its night out, even thought it's barely four."
"Why don't you go wash up, and I'll talk to you after dinner. All right?"
"Yes, of course."
I perform a simple drying spell on my hair and robes to give the appearance of being dry, but underneath, my whole uniform was drenched. I saunter out of his room happily, and head towards my dormitory.
I'm now all showered, warm, clean, and DRY...and tired. I haven't run for a very long time and my emotions are weary. I expect after tonight, I will be drained and stressed feeling, so the more awake I am, the better.
I plop onto my mattress and bury myself under the covers, telling Lavender to wake me up at six thirty so I can get down to dinner.
"Hermione? Hermione. HERMIONE GRANGER!"
"What? Oh! Thanks!"
Who knew Lavender could be so loud? Sheesh.
I attempt to brush out my hair and settle for just forcing it into a rubber hair band. I can hear Ron arguing about something to Harry, very vociferously.
"I SAW them with my own eyes! Bloody HELL! Why don't you believe me?"
My heart stops... could he have seen?
I peak slowly around the corner of the staircase, my body pressed against the wall in effort to hide. I see a highly affronted, yet bemused Harry, and an absolutely fuming Ron.
Harry laughs at Ron, saying
"Have you lost your mind, Ron? Have you actually gone mad?" Harry is clutching his stomach with laughter, and everyone else in the common room is laughing quietly or hysterically. Take Neville, for instance, he is giggling like a little girl, trying not to tumble out of a chair.
Ron is obviously insulted, and the background laughter, in addition to Harry's disregard, isn't helping.
"You. Have. Got. To. Believe. Me. DAMN IT!" With each word he poked Harry stiffly on the shoulder.
"But, Ron! Listen to yourself! You think you saw our Hermione with Snape! Don't you see any possibility that you are wrong?"
Ron storms up towards the girl's dormitory, and me, he is obviously forgetting that the stairs turn into the slide when any boy tries to get up them. He takes nearly seven steps and the stairs melt into the slide and he glides back down, mean while, his temper rising. I lose my foothold on the slippery surface and I shoot downhill and land on my bum at Ron's feet.
"Well?" he demands, bothered by my sudden appearance, "Were you with Snape?"
In my shock from his outright accusation, my astounded face suits the fact that I should be surprised and disgusted.
"Ron? Did you just ask if I was with," I spit the last words out with complete repugnance, "Snape? Professor SNAPE?"
"Yes, I did!"
I let out a gagging sound, as if the idea makes me wretch.
"Ron, have you gone nuts?"
"No! I SAW you and- and HIM!"
Ron's face is turning a hideous puce colour; he looks like he might vomit right onto me.
"Ron. No. I was not with Professor Snape, and what would possibly convince you that you had?" I annunciate each word with precision in my effort to make him think he is wrong.
"I saw a tall man and a girl that looked like you from the back, running together and hugging-possibly snogging- in the rainstorm!"
"So you saw someone tall...and a girl, in the blurry rain. And you assume it was me with Snape?" I feel hurt that he would think automatically to me (even if it was)
I feel my eyes begin to burn with tears and Ron notices the tears welling.
"So it wasn't you?"
"Ron, I just woke up after taking a shower."
"How do I know you just woke up?" Accusingly he spits it out
"I woke her up just now!" Shouts Lavender in my defense, after all, she had just woken me up.
"Oh." His face lightens to a pink embarrassment instead of the fury red, "I'm sorry, Hermione." He mutters.
A few people in near the walls shove their fists in their mouths to keep from laughing again. Harry walks up to me and slings his arm loosely around my shoulders.
"I told you, Ron. You've gone nutters."
"Oh, thanks." He says sarcastically and sadly walks away.
I go down to dinner with Harry; and of course he brings up Ron's insanity
"No, Harry, don't talk about it ever. I know he means well and who knows, maybe what he saw really looked like me. But, please, don't talk about it. It will only create more problems, and I want our last two months of school to be perfect."
We sit down and begin eating our meal. I still think the elves must be paid... I look at my food mourning, thinking about how I can't see Snape for a while, Ron will only think about us more.
"You're not thinking about 'Spew' are you?"
"S.P.E.W. How many times must I say? And what if I am?"
"Please don't even begin to lecture, Hermy."
"Oh, fine."
"Hey," He rolls his eyes over to the professor's table, "Snape's looking over here funny, if only Ron was here, he'd accuse him and get three-hundred points taken from Gryffindor."
I muster out a small laugh, as I look up at Severus only to have our eyes meet and I look away forlornly.
I finish picking at my potatoes and Harry and I leave back to the tower. I don't even look at the table.