As she sat down for supper she didn't even touch her plate but sent it away and started on her essay, the feeling of emptiness filled her making her stomach unwilling to be filled. Her day had been so terrible that she was in no mood to eat something, but hopefully she could get some stuff done so she might be able to sleep awhile longer tonight. How many times had she told herself that, when in the end she ended up getting maybe an hour of sleep? Rubbing the base of her neck it was so sore.
"Hey Hermione want a watch us practice," Harry asked, she couldn't believe it, that was all they wanted to do there was no more hanging in the common room to have a butterbeer and talk about school how their summer was. Everything had changed right before her eyes.
"No I wouldn't I would rather spend a week with Snape than watch you two dry hump each other up and down the field," she wanted to say but instead said.
"No sorry guys I got homework maybe next time," she said nicely, glancing at Ron who was stuffing his face she just ignored the immense rumbling in her stomach and continued writing, she wanted to finish this so she might be able to get a decent amount of sleep and maybe impress the ding bat for once, yah when hell freezes over, would there be a grin on that mans face. Not even god would be able to graze him with a smile maybe the devil if he was killing her would he finally smile. She found herself wondering more and more what he would look like if he did smile. When Harry had been learning from him she had been eager to hear how the lessons went. It was like she couldn't wait to hear how Snape got through his head yet again.
She could feel the eyes on her but ignored them and kept writing. She got a weird feeling all the time when she sat here like someone was watching her closely but she never looked.
She thought back to all her assignments that are stacked in her bag that she had to charm so it didn't' fall apart, and how many hours it would take to complete them thank god she had her own room now that she was head girl and she had to do rounds tonight at twelve after her detention. There wouldn't' be a lot of sleep tonight that was for sure.
She had accepted the responsibilities when she had been handed them she just never realized that things would get so much harder, it seemed that her assignments got harder and harder and her teachers always wanted her to do extra homework. In class she was assigned extra tasks more homework essays but why she asked she hadn't questioned it just did the work and suffered through everything.
When she noticed people getting up, she finished her essay, tucked it in her bag, and quickly headed out to get to her rooms before she had to be at her detention. She had to lighten her load.
Out of air, she arrived with her bag a little less heavy and her essay in hand.
"Your late," he drawled as he looked at her, she walked in catching her breath.
"Sorry Sir, I have the essay for you," she said hesitantly handing it to him then stepping back to look at her feet, inside she prayed that he would be surprised in some way.
It was extraordinary she didn't miss a beat, her writing was neat, and all the information anyone would ever need was there. However, her writing always interested him.
Long firm strokes that called of strength, but lately they called for tiredness. Her strokes now showed defeat and weakness you could tell so much about a person by their writing. He missed studying her papers for minutes just looking at the writing so beautiful just like the writers. And every time he would reprimand himself for his thought, going back to his boring job of marking.
"All right an O for today in class," he said and she nodded," now for your detention organize my potion ingredients put them into new bottles and reliable them thank you," he said and she nodded as she put her bag down and got to work.
She heard the scratch of his quill as she set to work, the cupboards were in a mess, and she hated a mess. She felt so tired she just wanted to crawl into a hole and die but no luck came for that wish. Taking down vial after vial she carefully but it in a new one and relabeled it and then checked it on a sheet.
The hours went by slowly. Finally she was done and put the last vile away and straightened herself. She actually hadn't minded the task, she loved things in order the way they looked the accomplishment and sometimes maybe the praise that would come but she long ago forgot about expecting that from anyone now.
Flicking her bangs back she was a little happy with her new hair cut that Ginny had convinced her to get. She had been hesitant but Ginny had finally won. She had to admit she did have sense in this area.
She saw him sitting there not noticing anything his head bent over reading papers. She noticed for not really the first time he wasn't exactly ugly but the way he sneered made him look years older than what he really was. He had a sort of aging handsomeness, yes he was about twenty years her senior but she felt so happy to see him everyday. How could she be attracted to an old man, who was smart, intelligent, and deep deep deep, incredibly deep, deep down a very nice person? Okay maybe more than really deep incredibly deep, she chuckled a little to herself.
"Professor I'm done," she said his head whipped up and nodded," may I go sir."
"Yes, and try not to be late tomorrow or its another detention," he said going back to his paper she gave herself her leave as she grabbed her stuff and tailed it out of there as fast as she could.
When she finally reached her rooms she looked at the time.
"Oh my god its 11:45," she said moaning as she quickly put her stuff down and changed into warmer clothes and headed out her wand in hand she hated this stuff at night she always felt so scared when she went out. Dumbledore stated that she would not be assigned a partner to go with even though it was dangerous times now at Hogwarts. She didn't not see the point to anything anymore. It was like people wanted her to feel sick and to probably get killed.
She walked from corridor to corridor and no one was out it wasn't until she heard the hush talk of a strong voice that she crept closer to the great hall.
She stood glued to the wall in the shadow and watched them, long ago during summer Moody hand taken it upon him to train them; she was stealthy as she blended with the wall. Moody had stated that she was one of his best students that he could ever teach she had been so proud except for the boys they sneered and went back to training.
It was Dumbeldore, Snape and other men. But her eyes were on Snape who looked like this was the last place that he wanted to be. He looked so daring his clothes billowing around him from the wind. God he was so handsome. What was she saying he was a stupid greasy bat? Nodding to herself she ignored the feelings that were growing in her stomach.
"It has come to our attention Dumbeldore that this man has helped our school in repaying for it we are willing to break a rule and take back time," the man said she didn't know what he was talking about.
"That is an excellent idea but I hope that Severus doesn't mind," he said chuckling, Severus just scowled, she chuckled a little at it, he looked so cute when he did it. She wondered what rule they were breaking to reward him.
"All right drink this and you will go back to when your alliance started, thank you but we must take out leave, but I must talk to you about your miss Granger," the man said, her ears sharpened at his words.
Severus looked at him, a littler cautious taking in every word that came out of their mouth.
"Yes what about her?" Dumbeldore asked getting cold.
"We at the ministry don't think she's being challenged enough try to…. What's the word challenge her a lot more, the ministry expects great things from her," the man said before leaving, leaving the two men glaring and Hermione in deep confusion. Why did they want to challenge her more?
"Well Severus bottoms up," Dumbeldore said," and don't worry I'll make an announcement at breakfast."
Severus walked off and left the man, the vial in his hand and a big bottle of fire whiskey waiting for him, uncorked with a glass beside it.
"Remember his face, remember everything Ms. Granger, and do try to get to sleep at a decent hour," Dumbeldore said glancing over his shoulder as he walked off. Damn it he always could tell she was there was no getting by him anymore. She didn't understand his meaning as she walked back to her dorm and forgot about it as she pulled out her books and got to do what she did best. Sleep wouldn't exist tonight.
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