Chapter 7: Nocturnal activities
The silence of the night was like balm for for his tormented soul.
Quickly he walked through the darkness and tried to escape from his thoughts.
As time went by it seemed to work. Slowly the terrifying pictures of Lily's dead body faded away and he stopped struggeling for breath.
Now that he could think clearly, he thought that his behavoir had been ridicilus because he knew that it was only a matter of time before his memories would haunt him again.
Instead of running away he should face up to them, but in this regard he had to agree that he was a coward.
Because there was no reason of wandering through the darkness, he decided to return to his office, which had to be cold now.
But to his wonder he felt an pleasant warmness, when he opened the door.
He looked at the burning wood in the fireplace and only then he noticed the sleeping figure in on of his chairs.
"Why is Miss Granger still be around?", he thought confused and angrily at the same time.
His rage escalated, when he saw that she had one of his precious books.
Frightenedly Hermione started from her sleep, when somebody shaked her shoulder and called her name.
"What on earth are you doing here and who told you to take my books?", he shouted at her and twitched the book from her hands.
Befogged she stumbled: "Filch… caught…", but before she could really declare herself, Snape interrupted her.
"Get out of my room!", he yelled and pointed at the door with his finger.
Beeing afraid she rushed out of the room and wandered through the corridors.
Still shocked she sat down on some stairs and started to cry without restraint.
Slowly she calmed down and asked herself why Snape was angry with her in the twinking of an eye.
A couple of hours ago she had thought they converged, but now it seemed to be as if they had diverged from each other than ever before.
But most of all she was shocked that she cared.
Surely she thought that they were like friends but that was it.
Now she had the odd feeling that she wanted more and she was afraid about that.
After Hermione had just left the room, he was sorry because he had seen that she looked the worse for wear.
"Maybe he had treated her too severely", he thought guilty and wanted to follow her.
But he stopped himself.
What would she thought about him if he did?
It would be better to do nothing.
Most of all he had not invited her. And how dare she misappropriating his belongings?
His raged boiled over again.
How could he doubt just one moment that she wasn't an miserable little know-it- all nag?
How could he even spare a thought that he could like her?
He had been so naive and weak.
But now there was an end of it !
He would show her what he thought about her.
He would finish the potion without her.
But he didn't know how wrong he was.