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He looks intently at me, his eyes searching my face... Are we stopping? The sentence reverberates in my head like a solemn bell. Why isn't he answering?
"Do you want to stop?" His voice as intent as his eyes
"No! I don't! Why would I? I love you, dammit!"
A wave of relief passes over his face
"Do you believe in a thing called love?" I ask critically, all references of pop-culture intended
"What?" He looks at me like I'm insane
"Just listen to the rhythm of my heart." I explain
"What are you---"
"Aiee, I believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heart. There's a chance we can make it now, we'll be lookin till the sun goes down. I believe in a thing called love, ahahahaaa!"
He stares at me dumbfounded for my singing outburst.
"My apologies, love. I just...felt like singing?"
"Right. Of course. Is that some muggle song I'm supposed to know?"
"No, I just know it, and I like it."
He continues staring at me like I've lost my mind.
"You should be going to lunch, you've been here long enough. And don't forget, you've got detention tonight at six, so make sure you do all your work before hand."
I get up and nance out of the room, through the class, and out to the hall. I head up to the girl's washroom, pull out my time turner again, flip back an hour so I have more time, and then I run to the common room to start my essay.
Twenty or so minutes later, Ron and Harry come through the door and immediately see me behind a pile of books and papers.
"Hermy, why didn't you come to lunch?"
"Oh, I forgot. Snape just got me so distracted. He gave me a detention because I lashed out at his injustice to his face. I really have to learn to control my emotions around him." I say distractedly while I search for my inkbottle.
Finding it, I dip in my quill, and begin scratching away at my History of Magic essay about werewolf rights protests.
"I wonder if Lupin has been in any of these protests... He might have a lot of information."
"Well, even if he was, you can't don anything about it. Not like you can go there."
I make a mental note to see if Sev will apparate him and me to headquarters sometime before next Friday so I can ask Professor Lupin myself.
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Gah! It's nearly six! I have to leave now...
"Where you going, Hermione?"
"Detention! I told you!"
"Ooh. Right. Forgot, sorry." Ron continues writing his paper. I suspect that as soon as I'm gone, he's going to look at my paper. Oh well
I scurry like a mouse down to the office and see the door already open. It seems unusual that it would be open, allowing people to pass by and see what's inside. I enter carefully, looking around the room for anyone. I see Malfoy and his two usual cronies standing near Severus's desk.
"What are you doing here, Granger?" Malfoy demands menacingly.
"Detention. What are you doing here, Malfoy?" I shoot back with a well-learned sneer that would make any student quiver with fear.
His stature seems to diminish under my glare, much to my happiness.
Severus emerges from his room, looking very well groomed.
"What can I do for you Mister Malfoy?" He remarks without even glancing at me.
"Well, you could get the Mudblood out of here for starters."
Severus tenses up at the mention or the cruel name directed at me.
"Settle down, Draco. I'm afraid I can't permit you to speak like that at this school." He drawls dangerously
"Well, sir, I would like to request that you book the Quidditch pitch next week so Slytherin can get in some practice. Not that we need it, it's just fun to watch the other teams suffer." He snidely glances at me with the last word 'suffer'.
"Of course, Draco."
"Goodbye, Professor," as he exits past me, he nods his head and says, "Granger." Too polite. Peculiar.
I stare at Malfoy as he closes the door behind himself, in disbelief.
"Did you hear that? He said my name and nodded then left. Without another remark. Odd."
"Yes. Perhaps because I was here?"
"But he called me a-a mu... A you-know-what, while you were here."
"Does it matter? So what would you like to do for detention?"
"Well, actually can I write a few lines so I'm not entirely lying when I say I had detention?"
"Er, all right. Get out a quill and parchment. I want you to write something about me 5 times."
I begin writing 'Severus Snape is the sexiest son of a bitch that ever was.'
I hand the finished paper to him, and he reads it surprised.
"Thank you." He folds up the paper and pushes it into his pocket, then laughs to himself as he walks to his room.
I follow him, unsure of what he is doing.
"Remember our age discussion?"
"The me not allowed to take aging potion, but you wanted to take a de- aging potion? Yes, I remember."
"I thought that maybe tonight we could start on it."
"I've changed my mind."
"What?"
"I don't want you near my age. I fell in love with you the way you are now, not you as an adolescent."
"Well, what about a few years younger?"
"How many?"
"About seven or eight?"
Hmm... I mumble...well maybe, that wouldn't be so bad
"That wouldn't be too bad. Did you look dramatically different seven years ago?"
"No."
"Well, I don't want to start it yet. Just incase I decide against it."
"Who wears the pants in this relationship? I do."
He sticks out his tongue at me and goes to his closet, pulling out a black cloak with a hood. He holds it up, looking at the size, then looks at me.
"What?"
"Were leaving the country for the night and you need to wear a cloak this time while we leave."
I stand there, absolutely bewildered.
"What do you mean we're leaving? Where are we going? Severus, what's going on?"
He takes the cloak and shoves it over my head; I fix my arms out the sleeves and let the hem fall to the ground. This thing is about a foot too long.
He points at my shoes and mutters something and my shoes rise, making me nearly as tall as he is.
"What's going on?" I say exasperatedly
"I just need to get out of the castle, and you have to come with me because I need the company. And I love you, so lets go somewhere," he begins rummaging around in a cupboard for a suitcase, and pulls two out. He casts a spell that packs his case neatly full of clothes and somehow, some of my clothing appears in the other trunk.
"How'd you get my belongings?"
"Magic."
I roll my eyes as he picks up both suitcases and drapes an invisibility cloak over them. He walks over to me, and we are both surprised to see each other at eye level. Normally, I have to look up a bit to see his eyes... He puts out his arm and I hook my elbow into his and walk out the secret door he has. I let go as we walk through the grasses that are finally dried up.
We reach the edge of the school boundaries.
"Do you have your time-turner by any chance?"
"Yes, I always have it." I answer, slightly tilting my head sideways in question
"Good."
He looks intently at me, his eyes searching my face... Are we stopping? The sentence reverberates in my head like a solemn bell. Why isn't he answering?
"Do you want to stop?" His voice as intent as his eyes
"No! I don't! Why would I? I love you, dammit!"
A wave of relief passes over his face
"Do you believe in a thing called love?" I ask critically, all references of pop-culture intended
"What?" He looks at me like I'm insane
"Just listen to the rhythm of my heart." I explain
"What are you---"
"Aiee, I believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heart. There's a chance we can make it now, we'll be lookin till the sun goes down. I believe in a thing called love, ahahahaaa!"
He stares at me dumbfounded for my singing outburst.
"My apologies, love. I just...felt like singing?"
"Right. Of course. Is that some muggle song I'm supposed to know?"
"No, I just know it, and I like it."
He continues staring at me like I've lost my mind.
"You should be going to lunch, you've been here long enough. And don't forget, you've got detention tonight at six, so make sure you do all your work before hand."
I get up and nance out of the room, through the class, and out to the hall. I head up to the girl's washroom, pull out my time turner again, flip back an hour so I have more time, and then I run to the common room to start my essay.
Twenty or so minutes later, Ron and Harry come through the door and immediately see me behind a pile of books and papers.
"Hermy, why didn't you come to lunch?"
"Oh, I forgot. Snape just got me so distracted. He gave me a detention because I lashed out at his injustice to his face. I really have to learn to control my emotions around him." I say distractedly while I search for my inkbottle.
Finding it, I dip in my quill, and begin scratching away at my History of Magic essay about werewolf rights protests.
"I wonder if Lupin has been in any of these protests... He might have a lot of information."
"Well, even if he was, you can't don anything about it. Not like you can go there."
I make a mental note to see if Sev will apparate him and me to headquarters sometime before next Friday so I can ask Professor Lupin myself.
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Gah! It's nearly six! I have to leave now...
"Where you going, Hermione?"
"Detention! I told you!"
"Ooh. Right. Forgot, sorry." Ron continues writing his paper. I suspect that as soon as I'm gone, he's going to look at my paper. Oh well
I scurry like a mouse down to the office and see the door already open. It seems unusual that it would be open, allowing people to pass by and see what's inside. I enter carefully, looking around the room for anyone. I see Malfoy and his two usual cronies standing near Severus's desk.
"What are you doing here, Granger?" Malfoy demands menacingly.
"Detention. What are you doing here, Malfoy?" I shoot back with a well-learned sneer that would make any student quiver with fear.
His stature seems to diminish under my glare, much to my happiness.
Severus emerges from his room, looking very well groomed.
"What can I do for you Mister Malfoy?" He remarks without even glancing at me.
"Well, you could get the Mudblood out of here for starters."
Severus tenses up at the mention or the cruel name directed at me.
"Settle down, Draco. I'm afraid I can't permit you to speak like that at this school." He drawls dangerously
"Well, sir, I would like to request that you book the Quidditch pitch next week so Slytherin can get in some practice. Not that we need it, it's just fun to watch the other teams suffer." He snidely glances at me with the last word 'suffer'.
"Of course, Draco."
"Goodbye, Professor," as he exits past me, he nods his head and says, "Granger." Too polite. Peculiar.
I stare at Malfoy as he closes the door behind himself, in disbelief.
"Did you hear that? He said my name and nodded then left. Without another remark. Odd."
"Yes. Perhaps because I was here?"
"But he called me a-a mu... A you-know-what, while you were here."
"Does it matter? So what would you like to do for detention?"
"Well, actually can I write a few lines so I'm not entirely lying when I say I had detention?"
"Er, all right. Get out a quill and parchment. I want you to write something about me 5 times."
I begin writing 'Severus Snape is the sexiest son of a bitch that ever was.'
I hand the finished paper to him, and he reads it surprised.
"Thank you." He folds up the paper and pushes it into his pocket, then laughs to himself as he walks to his room.
I follow him, unsure of what he is doing.
"Remember our age discussion?"
"The me not allowed to take aging potion, but you wanted to take a de- aging potion? Yes, I remember."
"I thought that maybe tonight we could start on it."
"I've changed my mind."
"What?"
"I don't want you near my age. I fell in love with you the way you are now, not you as an adolescent."
"Well, what about a few years younger?"
"How many?"
"About seven or eight?"
Hmm... I mumble...well maybe, that wouldn't be so bad
"That wouldn't be too bad. Did you look dramatically different seven years ago?"
"No."
"Well, I don't want to start it yet. Just incase I decide against it."
"Who wears the pants in this relationship? I do."
He sticks out his tongue at me and goes to his closet, pulling out a black cloak with a hood. He holds it up, looking at the size, then looks at me.
"What?"
"Were leaving the country for the night and you need to wear a cloak this time while we leave."
I stand there, absolutely bewildered.
"What do you mean we're leaving? Where are we going? Severus, what's going on?"
He takes the cloak and shoves it over my head; I fix my arms out the sleeves and let the hem fall to the ground. This thing is about a foot too long.
He points at my shoes and mutters something and my shoes rise, making me nearly as tall as he is.
"What's going on?" I say exasperatedly
"I just need to get out of the castle, and you have to come with me because I need the company. And I love you, so lets go somewhere," he begins rummaging around in a cupboard for a suitcase, and pulls two out. He casts a spell that packs his case neatly full of clothes and somehow, some of my clothing appears in the other trunk.
"How'd you get my belongings?"
"Magic."
I roll my eyes as he picks up both suitcases and drapes an invisibility cloak over them. He walks over to me, and we are both surprised to see each other at eye level. Normally, I have to look up a bit to see his eyes... He puts out his arm and I hook my elbow into his and walk out the secret door he has. I let go as we walk through the grasses that are finally dried up.
We reach the edge of the school boundaries.
"Do you have your time-turner by any chance?"
"Yes, I always have it." I answer, slightly tilting my head sideways in question
"Good."