Poor Unfortunate Souls ...
Like Snape.
In pain, In need,
Like Snape.
And I helped them? Yes, I do.
No. Not Really.
Now it's happened once or twice, that someone couldn't pay the price -
Hermione turned the song off, unable to stand it. She decided to turn on I won't say I'm in Love. Slightly more up-beat.
Madame Pomfrey said Snape would be fixed in three days, but the process would be painful on top of painful. It had been a day since the Match, and Hermione had barricaded herself in her dormitory. Ron and Harry couldn't come up, of course, but she heard from Lavender and Parvati that Snape was in a state, and every Slytherin so far had payed him a visit. Rumors say he may need to go to St Mungo's. Hermione was was going back to herself again. She had done that to a teacher? Snape, who had been trying to keep Harry alive in their first year! Hermione didn't want to hear comforting voices. Forget Voldemort. Forget Ron. She had shipped a man of to St Mungo's.
Her hands shook as she unfolded a letter. The letter. The letter Harry had given her, saying it was from Dumbledore. At their last meeting, Harry had been given this to give to her. Oh no.
Dear Miss Granger,
Since I am sure you do not believe that I am not the twiddling old fool the Daily Prophet made me out to be last year, I believe that you will not mind me questioning Professor Snape's recent bludger attack. One could say he was having an unnaturally unlucky day, yes?
Miss Granger, I once knew a girl at Hogwarts, a few years above myself, who went to extreme measures to get with a boy in a different house. And when it "didn't work out", she did not know how to function because she had done everything for him. In these dangerous times, going into that state is life-threatening. Unwanting to raise your wand, in a state of depression. If you stay like this,this new version of yourself, you will be of no use on the mission Harry is being set. You are a smart girl, gifted with a brilliant mind. Put it to use on things other than revenge. (AN: Snape was smuggled out of St Mungo's, and managed to complete his mission. If you find that unbelievable, let's go with Bellatrix did for Malfoy. MALFOY IS INNOCENT)
Yours faithfully,
Dumbledore
P.S. Tell Harry I enjoy gumdrops.
Hermione stared, unbelieving. She only looked away when there was a know on her door.
"Come on in." she said, and in walked Ron, looking exhausted.
"Hey," he said.
"How are you here?''
"Well, I dragged myself up the slide, somehow. Apparently, centuries of boys never tried that. I came to tell you, yes, Snape's gone."
Seeing the look on Hermione's face, he corrected himself, "I mean he's gone to St Mungo's! He's not dead!"
Hermione sighed, than let out a laugh. It felt strange.
"Listening to I won't Say I'm in Love, huh?" Ron joked. "And ... Am I supposed to be offended?"
He tryed to come over, but slipped on a copy. "Fudge!"
Hermione had learned to block out all swearing and replaced them with Mom-sanctioned versions. She helped him up in the way that his face was only inches from his.
"So ... how are you taking the blow?" he said awkwardly.
Hermione bit her lip. "Not so good. If you'd been here a few minutes ago, you'd have heard Poor Unfortunate Souls."
Ron sighed deeply. "Hermione, you are brilliant. But - I - HATE - it when you beat yourself up over things that you can't do anything about! Snape's hurt, so what will you be able to do?"
Hermione looked questioningly at Ron. "If that's what you're here for, why isn't Harry with you? I think I know my best friends better than that."
Ron turned a shade of rosy red. "I wanted to ask ... that night, one and a half weeks ago, what made you make your hair all sleek and come down and ... do that?"
Hermione though for a moment. What had made her do that? "Well ... I figured getting jealous was a pretty pathetic move. I though that maybe if I showed some other sign ... maybe we could ... I don't know ..."
"At least out looooooud, I won't say I'm in looooooooove."
Hermione chortled. "Well, I can't stop myself."
Ron smiled. "I'm in -"
Hermione pressed her lips against his, and they fell into a perfect world of bliss. They would have kept going, if not for the ending of I Just Can't Wait to Be King had not come on and shocked them into laughter.
-
Harry sighed. Neither of them had realized he was standing at the door.
AND ... End Scene! I know I left on a weird note, but hey, the best songs end with a THUD. And yes, a brought the Lion King into this. CAN YOU BLAME ME?
Well, yes, you can.
I do not own Harry Potter. Or Lion King. Or Disney Songs. Or anything else, for that matter.