A/N: Oki, doki! Here we go! Aren't you proud of me! I updated!
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His room was green. Not the dark, forestry-like green that inhibited the rest of his house, but a quesy lime-yellow. Hermione blinked, the sun that was bouncing off the bright walls shining straight into her eyes. She groaned as she realized just whose room she was in, and burried her head in the fluffly black coverlet.
"It figures that the only man insane enough to actually paint their room this horrid color would be my potions professor..."
The insane man in question had just opened the door quietly, a tray in hand.
"As much as I like to listen to your complaints, Ms Granger, If my room is not to your standards, you are quite welcome to leave.
"I don't want to." She mumbled into the blanket, sounding like a child.
Snape set down the tray on ther night table, glancing at the girl on his bed.
"Proffesor?"
Her voice was tentative, almost scared.
"Yes, Ms Granger?"
"Why...Am I in your bed?"
He could almost hear the blush on her face, and he had to resist his Slytherin urge to lie. How would his student react if he told her that they had just 'Spent the night together'?" He shook his head, banishing the though.
"I have better common sense than to leave an unconcious student in the astronomy tower in the middle of winter."
"I wasn't unconcious!" She said defiantly, sitting up. "I just...fell asleep..."
'You just fell asleep in your potions teacher's arms...' She shuddered at the thought.
"Very convincing, Ms Granger."
"Hmph." She turned from him, the smell of the food wafting towards her. She turned to it in surprise, not having noticed it before.
"You brought me food?"
"It does seem so." He grabbed a leather bound book that was on the table, settling himself in a chair.
"...Is it alright for me to leave, Professor?"
"After you eat." He didn't look up from his book as he talked, and Hermione's stomach sank as she realised what he was doing.
"Oh gods, not you too..." She crossed her arms, glaring at him. Her actions rewarded her with a dark stare. She shuddered at his obvious anger as he closed his book with a 'snap' and stood.
"U-um, Prof-"
She was cut off as he grabbed the tray, slamming it down in front of her.
"You will eat, Granger, If I have to tie you down and stuff the food down your throat.!"
"You know, You could get fired for threatening a student." She said matter-of-factly.
"It is not a threat, Ms Granger, but a promise."
She turned her head away again stubbornly.
"I'm not hungry."
"It was not a joke, Ms Granger. You WILL eat."
Her eyes were shining slightly as she stared into his challengingly.
"Damn girl! What the hell do you think you'll accomplish with this!" He bellowed, knuckles white and face right next to hers. Hermione figured she'd never seen him so angry.
"I'm not trying to 'accomplish' anything, Sir. I'm simply not hungry."
"When you are THIS skinny, Ms Granger," He grabbed her wrist, pulling it in front of her face for empathis, "I don't give a bloody damn if you're hungry or not!" She glared at him hetedly, and jerked her arm away.
"Fine." She spat, grabbing a piece of toast.
Snape moved back, watching her with a critical eye as she nibbled on her toast.
"Professor, Why do you care?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why do you care? This whole time, you've continuously tried to help me...Why?
He looked at her coldly, silent for a few moments.
"That is none of your concern."
"None of my concern?" She dropped the half eaten toast onto the plate. "Its my body!"
"And you clearly do not have enough respect of it to treat it right!"
Hermione bit her cheek, glaring at him.
"You don't understand! You don't know how it feels to-"
"Lose someone? Ms Granger, Your parent's died, yes, but that doesn't give you reason to guess on another's past!" His voice was calm and cold, and it made the words die on Hermione's tongue.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean..."
"If you don't mean what you say, then be prudent enough not to say it, Ms Granger."
Hermione hung her head, feeling horrid. She poked at the cold eggs in front of her, then stuffed a sausage into her mouth. After clearing her plate, eggs not included, she looked up at him. He was paying no attention to her, and had gone back to his spot on the chair, book open in his lap.
"I'm finished, Professor..."
She sighed as he looked at her plate, then obviously decided she had eaten enough.
"You may go. Three feet of parchment on chapter Seven, I advise that you ask your other teachers for your work as well."
Hermione nodded and pushed the cover off her, noting that they were very warm. The instant she stood, she was barraged with cold air, forcing a shiver through her body.
She glanced down at herself, bitting her lip. Of course he took his cloak back. He wouldn't want some student running around with it. The rumors would be horrid. What she was more worried about was the fact that she could no longer hide her scars.
"Is there a reason you always stand dumbly in my presence every time you are dismissed, or are you just loath to leave me?"
She looked up at his sneering face, and found her anger rise.
"Do you have an extra cloak I could use, professor? Its rather cold in the middle of winter."
"I will not aid you in hiding what you've done."
"Please, Professor! I Can't—I can't..." She hugged her arms to her, panic running through her at the though of walking the halls with her skin bare.
"You did the actions, now you must deal with the consequences."
Tears gatherd in her eyes at she looked up at him, enraged.
"You are welcome to leave now, Ms Granger."
"I HATE YOU!" Her voice cracked as she yelled, and she sped from his rooms, bare feet slapping on the dungeon floors. Just as she reached the end of the hallway, the bell rang for classes to be release, and dread ran through her. The sounds of people talking was already filling the hallways, and hermione found herself wishing she could run faster. Her legs were already burning, and her breath was heavy and quick.
She hated him. He was horrid and evil and probably laughing at her suffering right now. He was probably there thinking: 'I've made Granger's life miserable...Ha, I've finally succeded!" He's probably laughing right now at the fact that because she was thinking about him, she ran into someone. He's probably laughing that she was currently on the ground with an aching bum. He was probably laughing that Draco Malfoy had turned to make a scathing remark. He MUST have been cracking up when the words died on his lips and for once in his life he stood silent.
She could hear his laughter as she sprung to her feet, shoving Malfoy out of the way as she fled, and his cackles of glee wouldn't leave her as she slammed her door shut, burrying her head in the pillow.
As it were, Severus snape waws not laughing. He wasn't even sneering. In fact, angry wasn't even the word for what he was right then. He was down right livid.
In fact, he was angry enough that for once in his life, he grabbed the pot of Floo powder on his mantle, and called out Dumbledore's name.
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Yay! I've been writing like maniac lately! Trying to update all my stories! Been way too long since I've writtten, ne?
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