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Chapter 2
On their first meeting Snape had stood to leave upon noticing Hermione's eyes struggling to stay open and alert, and cursed himself for not being more courteous, but he had become quite engrossed in her volume on 'potions: an advanced and original theory to practise and principle' he asked her not to mention him to anyone, and she never being one to question her professors had dutifully agreed.
But as the time went on her ready mind refused to give her a logical explanation as to his sudden unexpected appearance.
Her nerves were on edge too, her eyes were wearying themselves searching for him where ever she ventured.
Every head of black hair or dark robed wizard set her heart pounding, and yet in the following week she didn't see or hear anything of or indeed from, her former potions master.
Upon her return one Friday evening from the ministry, where herself, Harry and Ron were starting their campaign to make wizarding politics honourable once more.
She found a note on her pillow which practically demanded she meet him again, presuming- he added as an afterthought that she had no other demands on her time.
She smiled at the note not only for the message it contained but at the poor attempt at manners that it revealed.
However she found herself approaching the school gates at 7:30pm as the note had instructed, to meet him there. The castle was presently serving as home, Ron and Harry were at the burrow but she hadn't an open invite and didn't like to impose.
Plus she secretly liked the familiarity that the school afforded, and the sense of security, that wasn't actually rational given her school experience nevertheless she felt that was as much home as anywhere she had so far discovered on the planet.
As she neared the gates she heard a fain 'pop' and looked up to see Snape strolling to meet her, suddenly panicky she stopped to take a breath and watched him approach, she notice something different about him than what she remembered. He seemed to be brighter, there was a bounce in his step and he was almost smiling, she reflected briefly that he had had little enough to smile about before Voldemort's defeat. And the lack of a cold, dark dungeon couldn't hurt his appearance any.
Her thoughts were cut off by the man she had been contemplating,
'Hello, Hermione' he greeted her with surprising warmth
'Hi' she responded feeling much shyer than she had expected
'Before we go I have something for you,' he said before pulling out a flat parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied in gold twine.
He offered it to her and she took it frowning openly, she stood looking at the parcel in her hands before blinking a few times first at it then him.
'It's a bookmark' he disclosed as she wasn't making a move to open it,
'Oh, right… what for?'
'Presumably to use in your books' he said rolling his eyes in gentle disdain,
'No I mean…'
'Just a small thank you for tolerating my unexpected visit last time'
'You needn't have'
'Oh well in that case I'll just take it back' he said reaching for the present, she pulled it close holding it to her
'No I just meant…Thank you'
'In that case you're welcome'
'So shall we make a move?'
'Yes ok, where are we going?'
'To a concert I heard of… that is if you want, do you like classical music?' a suddenly thoughtful expression marred his brow
'Very much' she smiled, and then her eyes widened as she felt his hand take hers just before he appearated them both away, when they reached their destination she wasn't entirely sure from what her shortness of breath came.
Hope you enjoyed this chap, it was fun to write. So yeah… review if you would otherwise thanks for reading.