Forever by Alliance Webb
Chapter Thirteen
Gilliweed
disclaimer: yeah, I don't own anything (my paper supply has run out)
Hermione sat on the park bench gently twirling a piece of Oliver's dark blonde hair between her fingers. His head in her lap he lay across the bench looking at the sky.
"They gods have such a sense of humor," he sighed. "The sick thing is, it seems only Potter and Draco are laughing - one thing they share in common," he sighed. "They both hate me."
Hermione could only give him a comforting smile. She knew he wasn't taking it as well as he pretended. He not only lost the love of his life, but also all of his friends. No one could take that well. Here he was, the only friend he had was three years younger than he. She couldn't understand what he was going through. He was still crying himself to sleep at night, Ron had told her. She took a deep breath. "I have to go," she sighed. "That brooding Potter's going to the Tri-or-quad wizard event unprepared, I need to find something in the potion's dungeon," she told him.
He nodded to her, sitting up. "Gotta help Potter, the heaven sent boy," he feigned.
"I know he's a jerk, but someone needs to look after him," she explained.
He nodded rolling his eyes.
Hermione stood and walked away. Harry wasn't her only reason for leaving. She had to talk to Snape. She made her way down to the dungeons. Walking slowly she pushed the door open. Snape was sitting at his desk reading and abruptly looked up. "Miss Granger, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" he said sarcastically.
"Good afternoon professor," she ignored his sarcasm. "You can give your thanks to Harry Potter as the dimwit can't interpret riddles worth anything," she said.
"Well well, finally one true sign of intelligence from the mind of the Gryffindor Granger," he clapped his hands together. "What can I do for you?" he feigned excitement.
"I need some gilliweed," she said.
"Ah yes, in the cupboard then, I'll give anything to someone who calls Potter a dimwit," he laughed to himself.
She walked to the cupboard and picked it up, she knew he would like that she called Harry a dimwit.
"But, Miss Granger, pray tell, what makes Mr. Potter a dimwit?" he questioned.
She looked at him. "He broke up true love," she replied.
"Ah, Mr. Wood and Mr. Malfoy," he nodded his head. "Well, I've seen true love overcome nearly all obstacles," he remembered Remus and Sirius. "If it is indeed true love, it will win out in the end," he finished.
She looked at him, confused, she had no idea what he was talking about. She also had no idea that he was that deep. She was impressed. "Thanks professor," she said. "That was really nice," she smiled.
"Don't get used to it, Miss Granger," he snapped.
She stood up straight. "Sorry, professor, but may I ask how you knew Draco wouldn't be here to see Oliver?" she questioned, having seen him stop her friend the day before.
"I've seen it once before," he said. "Now are you planning to leave anytime soon or shall I make a bed for you?" he asked sharply.
"Can you make one for us, professor?" she asked with a flirtatious smile as she walked out the door.
He sat with a stern unamused look on his face. Once she was out of the room he shook his head and smiled. He knew she was joking and he enjoyed that. He pretended to be the teacher who couldn't take a joke, but every now and then it was nice to make a student smile.
Hermione peeked her head into the room and saw the smile. "Ha!" she smiled. He looked at her, still smiling. "When will the bed be ready professor?" she laughed.
"I usually use the desk," he pointed then waved his hand. "Get out of here, Granger," he scolded, still smiling.
"Goodbye, Professor," she walked away. Professor Snape simply shook his head and continued to read.
A/N: Snape and Hermione are NOT and I repeat are NOT going to have anything develop, we all know that their personalities are way too contradictory for something like that to develop. However, I have someone else in mind but I still have to play with it, I'm trying to figure out if it's alright for a 16 yr old to date a 45 yr old when she's of a very special race and has a much more mature mentality. Tell me what you think...
Review - now!
Chapter Thirteen
Gilliweed
disclaimer: yeah, I don't own anything (my paper supply has run out)
Hermione sat on the park bench gently twirling a piece of Oliver's dark blonde hair between her fingers. His head in her lap he lay across the bench looking at the sky.
"They gods have such a sense of humor," he sighed. "The sick thing is, it seems only Potter and Draco are laughing - one thing they share in common," he sighed. "They both hate me."
Hermione could only give him a comforting smile. She knew he wasn't taking it as well as he pretended. He not only lost the love of his life, but also all of his friends. No one could take that well. Here he was, the only friend he had was three years younger than he. She couldn't understand what he was going through. He was still crying himself to sleep at night, Ron had told her. She took a deep breath. "I have to go," she sighed. "That brooding Potter's going to the Tri-or-quad wizard event unprepared, I need to find something in the potion's dungeon," she told him.
He nodded to her, sitting up. "Gotta help Potter, the heaven sent boy," he feigned.
"I know he's a jerk, but someone needs to look after him," she explained.
He nodded rolling his eyes.
Hermione stood and walked away. Harry wasn't her only reason for leaving. She had to talk to Snape. She made her way down to the dungeons. Walking slowly she pushed the door open. Snape was sitting at his desk reading and abruptly looked up. "Miss Granger, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" he said sarcastically.
"Good afternoon professor," she ignored his sarcasm. "You can give your thanks to Harry Potter as the dimwit can't interpret riddles worth anything," she said.
"Well well, finally one true sign of intelligence from the mind of the Gryffindor Granger," he clapped his hands together. "What can I do for you?" he feigned excitement.
"I need some gilliweed," she said.
"Ah yes, in the cupboard then, I'll give anything to someone who calls Potter a dimwit," he laughed to himself.
She walked to the cupboard and picked it up, she knew he would like that she called Harry a dimwit.
"But, Miss Granger, pray tell, what makes Mr. Potter a dimwit?" he questioned.
She looked at him. "He broke up true love," she replied.
"Ah, Mr. Wood and Mr. Malfoy," he nodded his head. "Well, I've seen true love overcome nearly all obstacles," he remembered Remus and Sirius. "If it is indeed true love, it will win out in the end," he finished.
She looked at him, confused, she had no idea what he was talking about. She also had no idea that he was that deep. She was impressed. "Thanks professor," she said. "That was really nice," she smiled.
"Don't get used to it, Miss Granger," he snapped.
She stood up straight. "Sorry, professor, but may I ask how you knew Draco wouldn't be here to see Oliver?" she questioned, having seen him stop her friend the day before.
"I've seen it once before," he said. "Now are you planning to leave anytime soon or shall I make a bed for you?" he asked sharply.
"Can you make one for us, professor?" she asked with a flirtatious smile as she walked out the door.
He sat with a stern unamused look on his face. Once she was out of the room he shook his head and smiled. He knew she was joking and he enjoyed that. He pretended to be the teacher who couldn't take a joke, but every now and then it was nice to make a student smile.
Hermione peeked her head into the room and saw the smile. "Ha!" she smiled. He looked at her, still smiling. "When will the bed be ready professor?" she laughed.
"I usually use the desk," he pointed then waved his hand. "Get out of here, Granger," he scolded, still smiling.
"Goodbye, Professor," she walked away. Professor Snape simply shook his head and continued to read.
A/N: Snape and Hermione are NOT and I repeat are NOT going to have anything develop, we all know that their personalities are way too contradictory for something like that to develop. However, I have someone else in mind but I still have to play with it, I'm trying to figure out if it's alright for a 16 yr old to date a 45 yr old when she's of a very special race and has a much more mature mentality. Tell me what you think...
Review - now!