Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot of this story belongs to me. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
'There is no way that this is real! Snape can't be a teenager again he just can't! It is impossible. Unless.....yes that has to be it! The blast I saw hit Snape must have made him younger again. I can't believe I have to deal with all of this!'
"Ah Miss Granger as good looking as I am there is no need to stare at me like that," Snape's self satisfied voice said.
'Even greater he is acting like Malfoy!'
"Actually I was just wondering about your strange change in age Snape. You don't mind if I cut out the Professor do you I mean you are hardly old enough to be out of school yourself let alone teaching in one," she replied snidely.
'Oh great my mouth got the better of me! Now what?'
"Well then I guess I can cut out the Miss from you name and just call you Granger then, just so were even of course," he said in true Slytherin fashion.
'He probably doesn't even care that Harry and Ron are dead. How can he be so passive?'
Snape walked off and Hermione could say nothing back. Before he got to far though he turned back around.
"Oh and I am really sorry about Potter and Weasley's deaths, but we still need you to fight so you have to hold your self together. Follow me!" he commanded.
Follow him where? She didn't know but she went anyway. Snape led Hermione down to the dungeons and into the potions classroom. In there was the entire Order of the Phoenix who all stared at her, especially the Weasleys who looked at her with forlorn glances.
'They must have slipped by when I was talking to Snape. God they must hate me.'
Dumbledore spoke first, "Stop staring at Hermione it is not her fault that Harry and Ron are dead and I will not tolerate anyone blaming her for something she did not do! Now can we please get to our meeting?"
Snape sat down and Hermione's guilt got the better of her and she sat next to him. She couldn't to sit next to the Weasleys when even she believed it was her fault Harry and Ron were dead. Snape only glanced at her but seemed to understand why she sat next to him.
Dumbledore opened the meeting and it was right then Molly and Ginny walked into the room; Hermione hadn't noticed that they were not in the room. Molly did not even look Hermione's way as she went to sit with her family but Ginny sat right next to her.
"Ginny come sit with your family," Molly weakly commanded.
"No mom! I am going to sit next to Hermione, she is the only friend I have left and I am NOT going to alienate her just because of this incident!" Ginny screamed, "She did nothing to deserve your distance from her and I am not going to hate for something that was not her fault in the first place. She hurts just as much if not more than we do."
No one had anything to say to that and Dumbledore continued the meeting.
Ginny leaned over to her and whispered, "I don't see why we are siting next to Snape though but if you can handle it I can. He was really cute when he was a teen huh?"
Hermione could tell Ginny was trying to put Harry and Ron off of their minds by making it seem like nothing was wrong and decided to go along with it for now.
"Ginny not now! I am trying to listen to Dumbledore, and besides I knew he was cute as a teen," Hermione scolded.
"Oh and how did you know that?" Ginny asked curiously.
Absent-mindedly Hermione actually answered her, "Because he was handsome as an adult."
Hermione realized what she said but before she could say anything from behind her came, "Thanks Granger now stop acting like you are in class and actually pay attention!"
'He heard me! OK now my life has gotten worse!'
Dumbledore finished the meeting; the Order was to stay at the school and all of the students would be sent home to spend, what could be the last weeks of their lives with their parents. As Hermione was about to leave Dumbledore called Snape and her to the front desk.
"I did not want to say this in front of the others but I already told you almost all hope is lost without Harry with us. I want both of you to set a good example though and to keep our best fighters together you two will be sharing the Head boy/girl rooms, I don't want any arguments about it either. You two are stronger together than you are apart and you are probably our best hope of winning this war," Dumbledore said in a voice that sounded very old.
"Why us Professor?" Snape asked before Hermione, who was still processing the fact she would have to share a common room with Snape.
"I was not going to tell you this but there were two prophesies made about the war with Voldemort, the one you know of but the other you don't. It was made about three centuries ago and it told of the joining of two people, one of pureblood heritage and the other of muggle heritage. This prophecy was not very clear but I was able to discern that the two it mentions would be you. I don't know what will happen but I hope we manage to win," Dumbledore tiredly stated before leaving the room.
Snape and Hermione both looked at one another in shock but decided it best not to speak about it.
Hermione and Snape stayed quiet the whole way to their new common room. Both were trying to figure out what exactly they would have to do to complete the prophecy. Hermione would definitely be hitting the books in the library to figure it out, restricted and unrestricted alike; she did not like being clue less about her own future. As well she took this time to continue her hatred of herself over her best friends' deaths. She may not have been crying but she was dying on the inside. She never cried in public she had too much pride for that; as well she had to keep up a strong façade to help encourage others. She was the last of the trio and therefore one of the last leaders.
Hermione was so deep in thought that Snape had to stop her when they reached the common room entrance.
"Well?" Snape asked her.
"Well what?" she asked in return.
"God damn it!! Haven't you been listening to a word I was saying? I asked you what you thought the password should be, this room requires one."
"Oh. Um...I don't know. I never had to make up my own password before," she stated idiotically.
Snape sighed, "How about we do this Dumbledore's way. Name your favorite candy."
"Jolly Ranchers," she replied instantly.
"OK Jol...what in the hell are Jolly Ranchers?" Snape asked in confusion.
"They're a muggle candy. They have a bunch of different fruit flavors," Hermione explained, happy for the distraction this was giving her.
"Fine Jolly Ranchers it is," Snape stated.
That decided they both went into the common room and gazed in awe at what they saw. None of the common rooms or professors' rooms in fact, were this decorated and elaborate. Because Hermione and Snape were staying there the colors were mostly red and green. It looked almost like someone had gone overboard on Christmas decorations.
Hermione headed to her room to get some sleep, it was late. All of her things had been brought in so she had no trouble finding her pajamas. It took her no time to fall asleep but as soon as she did her dreams were haunted. She saw everything she had done with Harry and Ron, all of the good times and the bad. She saw the looks on their faces as they stood in front of her, taking the blast meant to end her life.
She woke drenched in sweat and crying. Finally she let it all go and broke down into her pillow. Everything she had felt since that moment came pouring out and she let it. After a half an hour she had nothing left. She could not go back to sleep so she dried her eyes and walked out into the common room. She had expected Snape to be in his room but instead he was sitting at the desk writing in what looked to be a journal.
He had not noticed her and she wanted to keep it that way. Quietly she sat down on the red couch and watched him. She thought about how good looking she knew he was but could not figure out what was hampering those looks. After ten minutes of study she finally figured it out. It was his hair, it was too long and, though she knew he washed it, to greasy looking.
"Granger are you going to sit there and stare at me all night?" Snape asked in annoyance.
"No I was just wondering what it was about you that did not look right and I figured it out. Your hair is far too long for your looks you should cut it short," she stated confidently.
"Not that I would but how do you expect me to do that when the whole world is under attack by Vol...He who should not be named?" Snape quickly covered.
She noted the fear in his voice when he almost said that name but dismissed it. He had a right to be afraid, they all were.
"Well, actually, I could cut it for you," she stated.
"YOU?! I highly doubt that," he exclaimed incredulously.
"No really. My aunt is...was a hairdresser. I watched her cut hair a ton of times I could do it," Hermione argued.
"You really think you could do a good job?" at this she nodded her head, "well then go a head and try."
Hermione wasted no time in grabbing a pair of scissors. She and Snape walking into the bathroom and he sat in a chair, deciding not to face a mirror. Hermione began cutting his hair and within minutes he looked better. It took her a grand total of fifteen minutes to finish and when she did, she was astonished. The hair was DEFINITELY the problem and with that out of the way his good looks almost made her knees go weak