I was sitting on my bed peacefully when the door burst open and Snape walked in with his 'uniform' on. Scared the crap out of me. I let out a strangled cry and leapt off my bed in defense mode. That's when I noticed the person behind the mask was GIGGLING! What evil person giggles? Snape. That's who. Snape giggles. Like a five year old girl I might add.
"You scared me half to death," I snarled angrily sitting back down on my bed.
"So these do work," Snape said thoughtfully taking off his mask. "I only came up here to tell you that I was able to change the robes and I got all the glitter off."
"I figured as much," I snapped still angry. My heart was beating like a frigging bouncy ball.
"Yes well I am locking you in your room in a minute so if you need anything, now would be the time to get it," Snape added staring at me with narrow eyes.
"Why are you staring at me?" I snapped finally.
"I'm not staring," Snape said turning pink.
"Whatever," I said moving past him.
"How's your nose?" Snape called. I paused. Was he teasing me? Well that's it. I am totally being killed tonight. There is no other reason Snape would tease me. Unless calling me a Know-It-All-Mudblood is teasing. Which I don't think it is. Maybe in Death Eater, its like hey you crazy kid. But it comes off sounding rude.
"My nose is fine," I said totally confused.
"Good, good," Snape said and I became worried. Something was up.
I came out of the bathroom and he was still sitting on my bed. I didn't know what to do. I thought of something to do.
"Hey Snape how do you get inside this?" I asked pointing to a closet.
"You open the door," Snape said and I rushed for the stairs. "CLOSE DOORS!"
I was almost there!
"Nice try," Snape said grabbing me more forcefully and dragging me up the stairs. I went limp and made him carry me. "You have legs use them."
"Fine," I snapped and kicked his shin.
"Oh that is so mature!" Snape bellowed hopping on one foot and massaging his shin.
"Glad you think so," I snarled and walked into my room. He followed me into the room and plopped down on my bed.
"I was going to feed you but I think it better you learn the art of patience. I have exercised quite a bit with you," Snape said looking pleased with his punishment.
"Well then off you go," I said shooing him out with my hands.
"Does nothing bother you?" Snape asked, and to my surprise, and walked into my room and sat down on the edge of my bed.
I was too shocked to answer for a second then I smiled.
"I don't wear my feelings on my sleeves," I said mimicking him.
"Ah so I take it Potter told you what happened during our little lessons," Snape said turning pink again. He looked bitter and upset. "Did he tell you why we stopped?"
"Yeah," I answered and Snape turned to me sharply. "Harry quit. He said you told him he had to do it, but he didn't listen," I answered and Snape looked shocked.
"That is what he told you?" Snape asked sounding flabbergasted.
"Well…yeah. Why would he lie?" I asked becoming confused.
"I made him leave because he went into my worst memory," Snape said sourly.
"Oh," I said feeling embarrassed. "What is you worst memory?"
"What's yours?" Snape asked me.
"I asked you first," I replied.
"I asked you second," Snape answered.
I turned to him and glanced over at him. Then I sighed.
"When I was ten my younger sister passed away," I said feeling the heavy weight in my chest deepen. "She had been sick her entire life and she finally just died. I was so ridden with guilt that I almost didn't come to Hogwarts."
"Why would you feel guilty?" Snape asked his face softer, more vulnerable.
"I hated her," I said turning to his shocked face.
"Why would you hate your sister?" Snape asked not able to keep the shock and confusion out of his voice.
"Because my entire life I couldn't do anything because she was sick. We weren't able to go away because she was on bed rest and god forbid she die while we're away. Also I couldn't have any friends over the house because we had to prepare for the worst. Then she died and it was worse without her. My mother didn't get out of bed for days. She would just lie there and cry. My parents became distant and more controlling over me. When I got my letter, my father said I was not allowed to go. I had to talk them into just letting me walk to school. They were so afraid they were going to lose me too.
Finally my mother said we could at least make sure it wasn't a hoax. She regretted that because there we were in Diagon Alley. I had to beg on bended knees for permission to go," I explained sadly.
"I never knew you had a sister," Snape said sounding sorry.
"I don't talk about her because it got to the point where I hated the fact that she was hanging on in such a state and then she died and it was even worse. I wished she would come back and give my parents something else to concentrate on. I wish she was never born so I would never have to feel the pain that I felt my entire life," I said tracing the buttons on my dress. "What about you? Beat that." I felt like I was going to cry.
"James Potter hung me outside for the entire school in my birthday suit," Snape said shortly expecting her to laugh. She stayed silent.
"I get what you mean," I finally said. I turned to him and saw he was staring at me. "What?"
"You're not laughing," Snape said incredulously.
"Its not funny. That seems rude. I would have killed them if I saw them do that to you," I said and blushed. "I mean anyone. No one deserves that. They seemed like nasty bullies."
"They were," Snape said frowning.
"What are you most afraid of?" I asked suddenly even startling myself.
"Chickens," Snape said and blushed again.
"Chickens?" I asked giggling.
"Not funny," Snape said looking amused. "What about you?"
"Failing," I said seriously.
"Failing?" Snape said also smiling slightly. "Well Mr. Malfoy won the bet."
I sniffed indignantly.
"Why would one be afraid of failure?" Snape asked.
"It is just not an option," I said firmly. "My family does not have failures."
"I see," Snape said nodding.
"What about you? What put you off poultry?" I asked feeling like I was going to giggle again.
"I can eat chicken. I like them better dead," Snape said now looking like he might laugh. "I was almost clucked to death as a child."
I snorted into my hand and managed to turn it into a cough. "I can tell that was very traumatic on you," I said seriously. He turned to me and paused.
"It was," Snape said and stood up. "Keep quiet."
He turned and left with a snap of the door. I can not believe I told him about my sister! I never even told Ron and Harry about her. I haven't even thought about her in months. It must seem like I hate her but it just hurts to think about her. I figure the less I think about her, the less real it seems until she's a distant memory that cant cause me anymore pain.
My door creaked open again.
"CLOSE THE FUCKING DOORS!" Snape roared angrily. My door closed with a sharp snap.
A/N Please read and review. I got the idea for a sister because JKR said she was going to give Hermione a sister and then she didn't. so I made her have one, just killed her off. Please do not email me with horrible remarks about the way Hermione talks about her sister. We all have our way of dealing with grief. This just reminded me of what I felt like after I lost someone I loved. So please be kind.
