I pull away from the tight hug Harry has grasped me in. I really cannot breath.
"Harry" I start, "What are you doing here?"
He just looks up at me sadly. Whatever has happened to him has aged him terribly.
"You seem well" he groans as I pull him to his feet. He is covered in grass. I have to resist the voice in my head that is telling me to wipe it off.
"I am" I reply sternly. Oh god he's not here to rescue me is he? "Your not here to rescue me are you?" I voice my concern.
"What? No!" he looks shocked.
I wonder why the hell he is here then.
Hmmmm.
"Is there anywhere I can get something to eat?" he asks.
I'm so taken aback. I mean honestly, I'm kidnapped, shut away from the outside world for months, then almost killed, then saved by my capturer who I now have a crush on (weird I know…just don't ask), then nurse said capturer back to health, then go for walk, then trip over log which turns out to be long lost friend, then find out that said friend has not come to rescue me at all and in fact just wants feeding. Typical
"Yes…..sure…..okay." I say slowly eying him up.
"Hermione, you alright?" he asks me stupidly as if nothing has happened.
"Um, hum" I say, I mean I'm not sure whats going on but I'll play along with it.
I slowly walk back to the house, Harry trails merrily behind. Weird.
"Wow, big house!" he gestures at the manor.
"Err…Yeah, I suppose", I turn to look at him, his jaw is hanging down, he literally is genuinely amazed at the size of the place. I mean I suppose it is big, I just never noticed before I guess. Huh.
"Harry, are you ok? I mean you seem a bit err..."
"Who lives here?" he cuts me off.
"What?"
He cannot be serious.
"Who lives here?" he asks again in exactly the same tone he did before. This is just too weird.
"Snape, Harry. Snape lives here." I tell him in the same voice used to explain a joke to Ron.
"Snape?" Harry's dark brows shoot up and his big green eyes widen.
"Yes Harry, remember ex-potions Master of Hogwarts?" I say slowly so he can understand.
"Oh right, yeah!" he says more to himself, "Duh, of course I knew that!"
Oh Merlin, what in he-who-must-not-be-named name is going on?
"Harry, why are you here?" I ask warily.
"I'm visiting Snape, what are you doing here?" he tells me stupidly, as if it was obvious.
"Why are you visiting Snape Harry?" I persist.
"What?" he looks at me dumbstruck. "I am not!"
"You just said you were!" I yell at him.
"I said I was what?" he looks at me quizzically.
I take a deep sigh. Ok this isn't going to be easy, in fact im pretty sure Harry is just doing this to annoy me.
Still, I slap him hard.
"Holy Merlin, Hermione! What was that for?" he says rubbing his cheek.
It didn't work? Ahhhh damn it!
I grab a hold of his arm and drag him towards the manor. I know it's probably a death wish but I have no other choice.
"Where we going Hermione?" he says almost childlike.
I ignore him; I think he has gone slightly mad.
Once we reach the parlour Marvil appears and eyes me up, he spots Harry. Or should I say Harry spots him.
Poor Marvil the tiny critter has no chance; Harry dived for him as soon as he entered the hallway screaming;
"Wow look Hermione a little man. Look, come and kick the little man!"
I roll my eyes at them both. I notice Harry's wand in his back pocket and make a grab for it.
"RIGHT" I shout.
The mound of fighting and biting mass of elf boy on the floor ignores me.
I decide to levitate them both, they continue fighting mid air and all the way upstairs.
Good it feels good to use magic again.
Ahhhh.
I stop outside Snape's door and settle them both on the staircase, obviously putting wards in-between them both so they can't get at each other.
I knock sharply 3 times.
No reply so I let myself in.
Snape is sitting in his bed just as I left him.
He doesn't even look up as I enter.
"Erm," I begin, "We have a problem."
"We?" he looks at me sharply. I have to restrain myself from gazing into his deep eyes too long; I don't want a repeat performance of before.
"Yes we, at least I think we, I mean I wasn't sure to tell you, but I decided after what happened, well you know at that last meeting and everything, that I could trust you so I decided-"
"Please stop rambling my head hurts enough as it is" he said silky.
"Ok but promise you won't do anything rash" I warn him, I take Harry's wand out from behind my back and point it at him warningly.
"Where did you find that?" he says pointing at the wand.
"Oh it's not mine its Harry's" I say, forgetting that I haven't told him about Harry just yet.
"Harry?" his eyes tighten into an icy glare.
"Oh, umm, err, yes he's here but I think he's lost it, I mean he is acting rather odd." I say really fast, in hope that he won't have time to shout.
"WHAT?" He roars.
Damn.
At that precise untimely moment Harry decides to pop his head around the door.
"Urgh" Harry snarls in distaste. "That's Snape, and in the buff, urgh Hermione, what are you doing with Snape? Does he live her too?"
"See what I mean" I look at Snape angrily.
"Hmmm, Indeed" I looks back and forth from Harry to me, eying Harry with a particular harshness.
"Potter" he calls.
"Yup?" Harry says cheerfully in reply.
Severus sneers and the smile on Harry's seemingly innocent face.
"What are you doing here?" he demands.
"I don't know Hermione brought me here, I was having a sleep by the pear tree when she kicked me." Harry suddenly looked sad; Snape however caught my eye and gave me a quick half-smile.
I presume the smile was for kicking Harry.
That man has a nasty sense of humour.
"I see" he glances and me and nods his head indicating me to come over to him.
I comply.
"I think Harry has lost it" he whispers at me.
"Really ya' think?" I reply sarcastically.
"Tee hee hee" Severus giggles at me.
Actually giggles.
GIGGLES!
I have no idea whats going on, and just continue to stare at Severus as if he is a fruit bat.
Harry joins in the seemingly contagious giggling and moves towards Snape. Now they are both on the bed laughing like little girls.
They are both loons.
Seriously big loons.
I step outside and see Marvil looking at the scene just as horrified as I am.
I look down at him and he looks up at me.
We share a moment, and understanding. A knowledge that whatever is going on we both want to be as far away from the loons as possible.
