Chapter 4

Hermione stared in horror at the room that she had just opened the door to. It was a bathroom. She wasn't staring at it because it was horrible, no. In fact, it was a very nice bathroom with a light green tile floor and white walls. The shower, which was located directly to her left as she stood in the doorway, had two heads and had a seat installed into it. There were two sinks directly in front of her and to the right of the toilet. On the left of the toilet was a door. No, it wasn't bad. She was staring at it because after she had opened the other door and seen that it was a bedroom, she had assumed that this one would be the other bedroom.

'Wait, why is there only one bedroom? I am not sleeping in the same room with Snape. I need to tell Dumbledore that he has made a mistake. He couldn't possibly have meant for us to sleep together.' She thought frantically. Just then she felt Snape walk up to her and peer into the room.

"What is going on? You look like you've seen a ghost. Has Peeves done something already?" He asked quite seriously, then seeing what was in the room, he said, "Oh, this is great!" And he walked over to the fireplace and sat on the couch he had just conjured to relax. He figured they would need it for the guests.

Hermione turned to look at him and asked, "What do you mean, great? Do you know what this means? We will have to sleep in the same... bed." Hermione swallowed thickly when Snape looked at her.

"Yes, I know what that means. I had an idea that Dumbledore was going to do this. I had hoped not but it seems that we will have to deal with it. I believe it is only a few minutes until dinner. Do you want to make something to eat or would you prefer it if I did? After I change, of course." He said, getting off the couch. He headed towards the bedroom door and stopped when he grasped the door handle. He turned and looked at her, apparently waiting for a reply.

Hermione stared at him for a second before answering, "I will make something for us to eat. Anything specific you want? Anything you are allergic to?"

He shook his head before entering the room and closing the door. Hermione headed to the kitchen and, looking through the food they had, made turkey sandwiches. Simple but filling. She also made iced tea. She went back into the living room with the sandwiches and beverage and set the tray and pitcher on the coffee table. She took a seat on one of the comfortable chairs and, grabbing a sandwich and her cup, leaned back in it to think about all that had happened in the last hour.

'Why is my life so chaotic? I knew magic would make for an interesting life but I didn't realize that this would happen. Not that this isn't normal for us, but still. What am I going to do? How am I going to tell my friends that I am now required to live with our potions professor? Just thinking that makes me kind of nervous. That man has always made me nervous. Especially in his class when we are all supposed to be brewing our potions. Some of us actually know what we are doing, but he always treats us all the same. As Idiots. Even though I always brew the potion correctly. He has to show us how to do it correctly. We could never get it right. Yeah, right. Although, when he deems it necessary for us 'Dunderheads' to understand, he will demonstrate the potion. Then I always go and daydream while he picks out the necessary ingredients. I don't need to watch his big hands delicately picking up the ingredients and putting them in the cauldron... mmmm... His hands... such nimble fingers on such hands.. I wonder what else they are capable of doing...' Hermione suddenly shook her head, trying to get rid of that random thought.

"What are you thinking about that has you so engrossed?" came a voice from her left. She jumped and then immediately blushed. Snape had somehow walked from the bedroom, sat on the other recliner and had grabbed a sandwich and his cup of tea, without her noticing. He had always been able to do that, and even now could sneak up on anyone. After a moment, she looked at him and started to speak, but closed her mouth when she caught a glimpse of his new outfit. He was wearing blue jeans and a bright red t-shirt. The shock factor wasn't just the fact that he was wearing two actual colors, but also because of two other things. One, the clothes were clearly muggle made. And two, the shirt was Gryffindor red and had gold bands around the ends of the short sleeves. She stared, not really knowing what to make of it. The corners of his mouth twitched as if he was fighting a smile.

"Does my appearance surprise you? You know, you shouldn't stare. It's not polite." He said, and took a bite of his sandwich.

"Well, Yeah! I mean, I don't think anyone has ever seen you wear anything except black. And you are well known for HATING Gryffindor, but here you are wearing Gryffindor colors. My reaction to your clothes is a given. Of course I'm going to stare." She said, after finishing her sandwich. "Now, what are we going to tell the others when they get here after dinner?"

Snape shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me. The truth would be a good choice, even though I know you don't use it a lot." He watched as she looked at him with a bit of fury on her face and she said, indignantly, "Well, of course we tell them the truth! And by the way, I don't lie. I always tell the truth. But I meant specifics. Is there anything that we shouldn't tell them?"

Snape shook his head, "No, I say we tell them all of it. That way they all understand what's going on with their friend. And you don't always tell the truth. I know you stole ingredients from my personal supplies back in your 2nd year, but when you were asked about it, you said you had no idea who had done it."

"Yeah, well, I could have gotten into trouble for it then. Now I can't. Oh, and for Draco, his godfather. That's another thing. I never saw that one coming." She added, nodding.

"Yes, he's my Godson. I'm surprised that no one has figured that out yet. I know I showed favoritism to him a lot. That just goes to show that I was right and your classmates are Dunderhead." he replied, finishing off his sandwich and drink. Hermione didn't reply to that barb, but sat in her seat thinking.

After a few minutes, she looked up at Snape and said, "It is almost time for them to get here, so I am going to go change real quick." Standing up, she walked to the bedroom door and, opening it, stepped over the threshold and closed the door firmly. Leaning on the door, she sighed and shook her head.

"What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

Author's Note: Bad place to end, but I didn't want the explanation to the friends (and Godson) to be in this chapter. I know this chapter is also short, but I was stuck with writers block on this part. AHHHHH! I hate writers block!

I am already half done with chapter 5 so it shouldn't be long for that one. I Hope.

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Questions I leave you with.

What does the room look like?

How will the others react to this news?

Will Draco get along with Hermione's friends?

Will Draco recognize Severus?