Alas, I remain dejected and forlorn... I still do not have the rights to Harry Potter pout so I am busy acting like a pirate arrrr
It's the day after the rain... The periwinkle sky still shows the signs of a downpour and the air is wet. When we were in Care of Magical Creatures, the smoke from the young ashwinders we studied stayed close to the ground, causing some Slytherin to have asthma problems.
I'm anxious (and not in a particularly good way) for potions... I worry what Ron may say even if he doesn't think we are together...What will Severus do since I hadn't gone back to him to talk? I completely ignored him and blew off his opportunity to tell me his life. I feel so awful... what am I going to do? ... I just have to stay calm. Otherwise, I'll have a panic attack and I'll have to go to Madame Pomfrey for a calming drought.
Ron, Harry, Neville and I head down towards the dungeons, stomping our feet every-so-often to rid our shoes of the mud from outside. Harry might be stomping more, just to get every speck off to peeve off Filch, since Filch can't prove it was us.
Neville holds the door open for us as we wander into class, well before the time the bell will go off. We all take a seat at the usual desks and take out all the ingredients listed on the board. I brush my hair out of my face and steal a glance up at Severus's desk, only to find he isn't standing there, glaring at the class in his normal manner.
I quickly survey around the room to find where he is. I see the Slytherins slowly filing in, a few Gryffindors already seated, while a few mill around, chatting with neighbors until our Professor arrives. The bell rings, and no one else seems to notice the missing Severus Snape.
With a sudden slam of the door, he thunders in, hair flying back at his swift pace. He positions himself behind his table, looking flustered and intimidating.
"I believe you all can see the board, why have you not begun?"
The whole class rushes to get ingredients out, but I have already began slicing my mandrake roots into perfectly thin pieces.
Class is nearly over, and I haven't dared to look up and stare at Severus for fear of Ron shouting out something stupidly.
"Well done, Mister Malfoy." He is strolling between each table, praising the students from his house and making snide commentaries at everyone else.
When he gets to our table, Ron's ears turn burning red, and he ducks down to his bag pretending he forgot to get out the next ingredient.
He merely glares at Harry.
If looks could kill, Harry and Severus would have killed each other with their glowers already. He turns his gaze to me
"Miss Granger, do you honestly believe your potion is anything like what my direction indicated?"
I look down at it. Looks fine to me...and I've done everything correctly
"Yes, sir. My potion looks perfectly fine to me."
"To you perhaps, but you added black moth wings instead of what the actual component is, on the board" He points his wand at the board.
I see the words "black moth wings" but it's sloppy writing
"What's wrong with what I put in, Professor?" I don't understand
"It clearly says Black Mote Wings. Not 'moth'. Tell me, Potter, what do you see?"
Harry squints at the board
"Well, sir, I understand why Hermione thought it was 'moth', the writing isn't as clear, but it is 'mote'." He finishes with melancholies for me.
He frowns down upon me
"I would have thought that you would be the competent reader in the Gryffindor house, or at least better than Potter."
"Well I can't help it if your writing is sloppy!" I burst out
"Miss Granger, please see me after class, and ten points from Gryffindor." He continues walking along the rows, and making his sarcastic remarks to the rest of the class.
"Oh! I can't believe him! The prat!" I mutter furiously so only Harry and Ron can hear me.
"I'm sorry Hermione, want us to wait for you?"
"No, go ahead, I need to go to the loo after either way."
When class is over, I walk up to Severus's desk and await his "detention notice". I hear papers rustling, but he is standing in a corner, looking where I was sitting only moments before.
"Potter, Weasley, if you are quite done fooling around..."he accuses menacingly
They pop up from behind the desk, apparently standing on their knees, Harry holding up a sodden rag.
"Just mopping up some of my spilled potion, sir." Harry lies badly
"Right. Leave. Now!"
They get up slinging their bags over their shoulders then sprinting, as if their lives depended on it, out of the class and up the hall. Severus closes the door with a spell and seals it from eavesdroppers that might be waiting outside the door, then walks up behind his desk and sits down.
I can't help it...my eyes sting with that familiar feeling of angst. I didn't go to him to listen to his life. I blew him off and then ignored him. I'm so selfish.
"Hello, Hermione." He says in excessive politeness
I burst out in tears and I drop to the ground, unable to hold myself up. He springs up and comes to my side to hold me. I sob into his shoulder, my words slurring
"S-sorry I did'n come here...Rhon said he saw ush, and he was yelling at Harry while everyone in...in the common room laughed at him 'cause he seemed insane with his accusation."
"What! Weasley saw?" He turns my face towards him
I catch my breath and wipe away my tears, trying to compose myself
"No, no. He thought he saw, but all he saw in the blurry, dark rain was a tall figure and someone that unreasonably looked somewhat like me from the back. I was hurt t-that he would assume it was me, and it showed in my speech and face, so he believed me. Now the whole school thinks he is insane, and it's completely my fault."
I sniff and wipe the new tears out of my eyes, just before they tumble down my cheeks. My face feels swollen, and I can't believe he would still kiss me on the cheek like he just did.
"It isn't your fault, Hermione," He speaks soothingly, "It really isn't mine though either, so it's really no one's fault. Shh..." He comforts me, and just holds me for a long time.
"Why didn't you come to me?" He sounds hurt, his defenses are down
"I didn't want to be missing right after Ron had just finished accusing me of being with you. I don't want you to lose your veracity by being found out while I'm still at Hogwarts. And I wanted to ogle you at dinner, but I can't look at you on my own when Harry was watching me."
He rests his head on mine and sighs deeply. After a few more moments, He picks me up around the waist as he stands up and he half drags me back to his residence. He tells me to go sit on the couch
"Bit straightforward now aren't you?" He just glares at me, so I sneer back. He laughs and walks to his bureau and hangs his cloak by magic to hang. Then he steps over to the sofa where I sit waiting for what happens next.
"So do you still want to hear 'my life story'?"
He is still going to tell me?
"Yes! I didn't think you were going to since I sort of didn't come her last night." He sits down next to me and I curl up into his arms. He pulls me in as close as I can be
"I think Dumbledore knows."
"What?!"
"As I was on my way to this class he told me to 'stop if I didn't sincerely love her'. Then he walked on, leaving me dumbfounded, stalled in the middle of the hall."
"So... are we stopping?"
It's the day after the rain... The periwinkle sky still shows the signs of a downpour and the air is wet. When we were in Care of Magical Creatures, the smoke from the young ashwinders we studied stayed close to the ground, causing some Slytherin to have asthma problems.
I'm anxious (and not in a particularly good way) for potions... I worry what Ron may say even if he doesn't think we are together...What will Severus do since I hadn't gone back to him to talk? I completely ignored him and blew off his opportunity to tell me his life. I feel so awful... what am I going to do? ... I just have to stay calm. Otherwise, I'll have a panic attack and I'll have to go to Madame Pomfrey for a calming drought.
Ron, Harry, Neville and I head down towards the dungeons, stomping our feet every-so-often to rid our shoes of the mud from outside. Harry might be stomping more, just to get every speck off to peeve off Filch, since Filch can't prove it was us.
Neville holds the door open for us as we wander into class, well before the time the bell will go off. We all take a seat at the usual desks and take out all the ingredients listed on the board. I brush my hair out of my face and steal a glance up at Severus's desk, only to find he isn't standing there, glaring at the class in his normal manner.
I quickly survey around the room to find where he is. I see the Slytherins slowly filing in, a few Gryffindors already seated, while a few mill around, chatting with neighbors until our Professor arrives. The bell rings, and no one else seems to notice the missing Severus Snape.
With a sudden slam of the door, he thunders in, hair flying back at his swift pace. He positions himself behind his table, looking flustered and intimidating.
"I believe you all can see the board, why have you not begun?"
The whole class rushes to get ingredients out, but I have already began slicing my mandrake roots into perfectly thin pieces.
Class is nearly over, and I haven't dared to look up and stare at Severus for fear of Ron shouting out something stupidly.
"Well done, Mister Malfoy." He is strolling between each table, praising the students from his house and making snide commentaries at everyone else.
When he gets to our table, Ron's ears turn burning red, and he ducks down to his bag pretending he forgot to get out the next ingredient.
He merely glares at Harry.
If looks could kill, Harry and Severus would have killed each other with their glowers already. He turns his gaze to me
"Miss Granger, do you honestly believe your potion is anything like what my direction indicated?"
I look down at it. Looks fine to me...and I've done everything correctly
"Yes, sir. My potion looks perfectly fine to me."
"To you perhaps, but you added black moth wings instead of what the actual component is, on the board" He points his wand at the board.
I see the words "black moth wings" but it's sloppy writing
"What's wrong with what I put in, Professor?" I don't understand
"It clearly says Black Mote Wings. Not 'moth'. Tell me, Potter, what do you see?"
Harry squints at the board
"Well, sir, I understand why Hermione thought it was 'moth', the writing isn't as clear, but it is 'mote'." He finishes with melancholies for me.
He frowns down upon me
"I would have thought that you would be the competent reader in the Gryffindor house, or at least better than Potter."
"Well I can't help it if your writing is sloppy!" I burst out
"Miss Granger, please see me after class, and ten points from Gryffindor." He continues walking along the rows, and making his sarcastic remarks to the rest of the class.
"Oh! I can't believe him! The prat!" I mutter furiously so only Harry and Ron can hear me.
"I'm sorry Hermione, want us to wait for you?"
"No, go ahead, I need to go to the loo after either way."
When class is over, I walk up to Severus's desk and await his "detention notice". I hear papers rustling, but he is standing in a corner, looking where I was sitting only moments before.
"Potter, Weasley, if you are quite done fooling around..."he accuses menacingly
They pop up from behind the desk, apparently standing on their knees, Harry holding up a sodden rag.
"Just mopping up some of my spilled potion, sir." Harry lies badly
"Right. Leave. Now!"
They get up slinging their bags over their shoulders then sprinting, as if their lives depended on it, out of the class and up the hall. Severus closes the door with a spell and seals it from eavesdroppers that might be waiting outside the door, then walks up behind his desk and sits down.
I can't help it...my eyes sting with that familiar feeling of angst. I didn't go to him to listen to his life. I blew him off and then ignored him. I'm so selfish.
"Hello, Hermione." He says in excessive politeness
I burst out in tears and I drop to the ground, unable to hold myself up. He springs up and comes to my side to hold me. I sob into his shoulder, my words slurring
"S-sorry I did'n come here...Rhon said he saw ush, and he was yelling at Harry while everyone in...in the common room laughed at him 'cause he seemed insane with his accusation."
"What! Weasley saw?" He turns my face towards him
I catch my breath and wipe away my tears, trying to compose myself
"No, no. He thought he saw, but all he saw in the blurry, dark rain was a tall figure and someone that unreasonably looked somewhat like me from the back. I was hurt t-that he would assume it was me, and it showed in my speech and face, so he believed me. Now the whole school thinks he is insane, and it's completely my fault."
I sniff and wipe the new tears out of my eyes, just before they tumble down my cheeks. My face feels swollen, and I can't believe he would still kiss me on the cheek like he just did.
"It isn't your fault, Hermione," He speaks soothingly, "It really isn't mine though either, so it's really no one's fault. Shh..." He comforts me, and just holds me for a long time.
"Why didn't you come to me?" He sounds hurt, his defenses are down
"I didn't want to be missing right after Ron had just finished accusing me of being with you. I don't want you to lose your veracity by being found out while I'm still at Hogwarts. And I wanted to ogle you at dinner, but I can't look at you on my own when Harry was watching me."
He rests his head on mine and sighs deeply. After a few more moments, He picks me up around the waist as he stands up and he half drags me back to his residence. He tells me to go sit on the couch
"Bit straightforward now aren't you?" He just glares at me, so I sneer back. He laughs and walks to his bureau and hangs his cloak by magic to hang. Then he steps over to the sofa where I sit waiting for what happens next.
"So do you still want to hear 'my life story'?"
He is still going to tell me?
"Yes! I didn't think you were going to since I sort of didn't come her last night." He sits down next to me and I curl up into his arms. He pulls me in as close as I can be
"I think Dumbledore knows."
"What?!"
"As I was on my way to this class he told me to 'stop if I didn't sincerely love her'. Then he walked on, leaving me dumbfounded, stalled in the middle of the hall."
"So... are we stopping?"