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Cherry Blossoms

By Alan's Only

Part 4

"But why?" asked a women's voice from above.

Hermione felt like she didn't belong here. She couldn't move. Her eyes wouldn't even open. But her ears worked fine and she eavesdropped into the conversation going on above her.

"Because they were together," said an old voice. Dumbledore her mind said.

"Yes I know they were rather close. Like sisters," said the women's voice Hermione's mind registered it as Molly Weasley.

"No Molly they were in a relationship," Dumbledore said. Great way to let her know… Thought Hermione.

Molly gasped and Hermione heard her fall in to a chair. Hermione slowly opened her eyes.

"That little wench!" cursed Molly under her breath. She shot a glare at the headmaster. "Why did you not stop this when you found out?" Molly asked. Her glare shot ice at Dumbledore.

"First of all do not use profanity in my presence. Secondly This had started before school had and I have no power over what happens out side of these grounds." Dumbledore said. his voice was a gentle but commanding. Molly huffed and crossed her arms. Which was rather funny.

Hermione slowly sat up. "Don't blame Ginny…" Hermione said looking over at Molly.

"I'm not. You where a problem before. But Harry made me believe in you again. But now Harry is gone from your side. You show your true colors." Molly said. Her glare changed from Dumbledore to Hermione.

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione tears filled her eyes.

"Molly…calm down." Dumbledore said slowly.

"You know exactly what I mean. You made Ginny love you. She was still weak from losing her bothers." Molly said her face turning red from the anger flowing threw her.

"What ever. She had come to me and I supported her. Then she said she had stronger feelings And I helped her understand them." Hermione said. Even though her voice was strong. Her face showed that she was tired.

"She had a good boyfriend. I knew that I shouldn't have brought you in to my home." Molly whispered.

Hermione's eyes filled with tears. She was about to start to yell when Dumbledore stepped in. "Molly! I will not let an adult come in to my school and harass a student. I well lead you to the door."

Hermione watched an enraged Dumbledore take a glaring Molly out of the hospital wing. Hermione broke down crying. She slumped down on her bed. And let the tears pour over her face and down on to the white lien sheets.

Madam Pomfry came out and clicked her tongue. She walked over to Hermione and gave her a white napkin. Hermione wiped her face and eyes.

"I told him to not bring Molly here. But what do I know? I'm just a medi-witch," Madam Pomfry fumed, under her breath. "How do you feel dear?" Pomfry's voice held fake kindness.

"I'm fine. Just a bit worn out." Hermione yawned.

"Well you get some rest. I'll be back to tend to your wounds." Hermione nodded. Her eyes closed before she had time to look herself over. And sleep took her into its clutches before she had time to wonder what wounds she had.

"Albus. Are you sure that you want to really do that?" asked McGonagall. She sat a cross from him. The fire from his hearth filled the room with a light red tint.

"Yes. Half of the students here were pulled in here before they ever took the course. I think it is for the best." Albus looked over at the aged women over his teacup.

"What well the other staff think?" She asked. In her voice was a little plea.

"They well have no say in this." a smile grew on Albus' face.

"Fine, I'll agree. But you will have to talk to Severus." Dumbledore's smile grew into a grin.

Hermione's eyes opened and looked around. She sat up and stretched. Her eyes looked around as her hands opened the curtains around the bed. The morning light fluttered around her. It landed on a yellow bottle by the foot of her bed catching her eye. She looked over at it and reached for the black scroll of parchment next to it. She picked it up and looked for any name. Nothing but a deep green seal that carried two snakes to make a 'S' rose vines covered them and their blood dropped into a cherry blossom. She broke the seal and unrolled the parchment. The sliver spidery writing read:

Ms. Granger,

Make sure to rub this on the scars a fingertip should do. Do this for about a week until the scars disappear.

Hermione looked for a signature but there was none. She sighed and put the parchment onto her lap. It rolled itself and disappeared in to a black poof of smoke with a hiss. She gasped and looked down at her lap. There was no traced of it. She reached out and picked up the bottle. It was in a spiral shape it sorta looked like a unicorn horn it was small, about the size that would fit in her hand yet not have much come out the top or bottom of her grasp. She uncorked it and a light cherry smell filled her nose. She put a little on her finger it was light blue and had little pieces of cherry blossoms in it. She unbuttoned her nightshirt with her other hand. She could've cried. She could see many little scares that covered her chest. She pulled off the rest of the shirt and looked down at herself. She rubbed the bit she had on her finger on to a scar. It tingled. She did this to the rest of the scars.

Once finished she corked the bottle and put it back on the table. She stood and reached under the bad to grab her clothes. She pulled them out and sat them on the bed.

"Ms Granger?" asked a voice from the doorway. She squeaked and covered her chest her face turned as bright as a cherry's.

Snape was finally able to turn away. Hermione quickly pulled close the curtains. Snape cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for coming at a bad time I shall come back later." Snape wanted to get out of there and Hermione and her chest out of his mind.

"No. If you came to me then you must have something important to say," Hermione said. Snape heard the curtains open. He turned and saw her sit down on the bed facing him dressed in a red shirt, blue jeans, tight, and her outer school robes.

He wanted to walk to her but stopped himself. "I wanted to make sure you got your cream."

"Yes. Did you make it?" Hermione said lightly. She picked it up and stroked it.

Snape gulped and began to wonder if she notice that she was stroking the bottle. "Yes," he said firmly.

Why am I suddenly so turned on? Hermione wondered. She liked the way his eyes moved from the bottle to her face and back. A smirk came to her lips. "Thank you."

"Your welcome…" He said. How did she know that smirks about the sexiest thing a woman could do? Snape thought. He cleared his throat again.

"What ever can I do to pay you back?" she said as she sat the bottle back on to the table. What the hell am I doing? Her mind screamed. But it was like her body was in auto-drive. Her eyes locked with Snape's.

"It was nothing…I'm a teacher and I'm suppose to help students," (AN/ Heh…he said that in 'Peanuts And Purebloods' and look at where that went…) he said. For once he knew his cover was failing.

"Yes…" she said trailing off. "Come sit down." She said, her eyes never leaving his.

His mind screamed at him to just walk away. But the little voice in the back off his head wanted to see just what Hermione was intending to go. He walked to the empty bed infront of Hermione. He sat down but his leg muscles stayed tense, to be ready to run.

"How is it, in what way do you want to repay me?" asked Snape, his Slytherin side taking over and his natural want-to-know-everything side joined the search.

"I haven't the faintest idea," Hermione said truthfully. She slide off of the bed she was siting on and onto the floor. She laid her head on his knees and looked up at him. "Do you?" she asked in a fake innocent voice. Her hands crawled up from her sides to stroke his legs.

"Ms Granger…" Snape said warningly.

Hermione didn't answer but stood. Resolve plastered on her face. All right let us see why male and female sex is so great that Ginny would… Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming down the hall near the door. Snape stood and walked to the door. Hermione looked surprised then saddened. She sat back down on her bed and sighed. Right then she had been ready to fuck a professor. She would have never even thought of doing that, let alone shagging Snape, if Ginny wouldn't've lied, then all most say she was straight.

Hermione sighed then looked over at Snape. He looked like he was deep in thought. "I'm sorry professor…I don't know what got into me," Hermione said, she began to play with the hem of her school robes.

Snape, startled, looked up at Hermione. "I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't taken the advances." He said, his head fell to look at the ground. Then he heard her silent sobbing. He wanted to go over there and comfort her but just then the door opened and the crying died.

"Ah, Severus. Just the man I wanted to see," said Dumbledore. He smiled and led Severus out of the room. Hermione watched them go wearily. She wiped her eyes and sighed. Why was I so ready? And turned on? She thought she got up and walked out of the room. She walked in to the great hall and sat down, it was almost empty. Hermione eat a little toast and drank some pumpkin juice. She stood and walked the familiar route to the library.

She looked for the same book she had read earlier. She flipped through the book till she found the same page. She reread what she had read before again. She could've hit herself as she kept reading.

This beast is only inside one out of a million first pureblood female children. It eats all of the lies the child tells and grows on them. But once the female hits puberty the beast will wait for the female to fall in love. Then it well mess around with the females brain until she finally gets herself into a huge lie. It will wait for the right time then it will eat the female host and finally break free. It will try to find the person that the host lied too, then kill them. All of this can be stopped if the female host would tell the person she betrayed the truth.

Hermione snapped the book close and leaned back in the chair. She sighed and looked around. She got back up and looked around for another book.

"Why me?" asked Snape, he looked at the old man infront of him with a menacing look.

"Because you are the only male teacher that can keep a straight face when talking about the most…up front things." Dumbledore said. Snape nodded his head in agreement. "You well not be alone I will ask a head student to help you with the extra work."

"Fine I'll do it." Snape said, defeated. Dumbledore smiled and handed Snape a cup of tea.

Hermione sighed and put the book she was reading on to the table infront of her. She stood and put the book away. She walked up to her room and found a letter on her bed.

Ms Granger,

Please come to my office as soon as you get this.

Albus Dumbledore

Hermione sighed and walked back out of her room and to The Head Masters office. The stone gargoyle was already open and waited for her to step onto the stone steps. As she did the steps spiraled upward.

She knocked on the door that presented itself. "Enter." came Dumbledore's voice. She did. Dumbledore was siting at his desk she sat in the chair in front of the headmaster's desk.

"Ms Granger, how are you?" asked Dumbledore. He handed her a little tray of sweets.

"Fine, you?" she asked nicely. She plucked a strawberry sugarless-sugar-puff off of the top. She popped it in her mouth.

"Just fine," said Dumbledore. He sat the tray down and picked up a lemon drop and dropped it into his mouth. They sat in silence for a bit.

"Um you wanted me to come down here," said Hermione slowly.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. He smiled. "I was wondering if you would like to be a teacher helper in a new class that well start once the Christmas break is over."

Hermione smiled, "What is it?" she asked.

"Sex ED"

TBC

Heh I know unexpected…But whatever.

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