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Chapter 8

1991- Beginning of Hermione's first year at Hogwarts.

The students filed into the dungeon. They had all heard of Professor Snape. Had heard what a horrible person he was. So they were all a bit worried when they took their seats.

They all looked around and didn't see him anywhere. Then suddenly, they heard a door slam open and saw a dark man with billowing robes striding down the aisle.

His silky voice echoed in the classroom. "There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class."

He got to the front of the class and turned to glare at them while leaning against a high podium. His eyes floating over his new students as he paused.

"As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making." His eyes still moving over his student's faces taking them in and assessing what he saw.

"However, for those select few…" He glanced at Draco Malfoy. "…who possess the predisposition…"

He trailed off again, gathering his robes to wrap around his body. "I can teach you how to bewitch the mind, and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

His eyes finding eleven year old Hermione. Pausing there for a moment to look over her small face again. Remembering seeing her at the feast the night before.

When he had heard the name Hermione Granger called, Severus perked up at the staff's dinner table. Hermione isn't a common name. He thought as he watched the tiny girl with bushy brown hair step forward.

The resemblances in the girl made him take a second look. The same brown bushy hair, only more wild, the same chocolate eyes, and freckles dotting her nose too.

Was it her daughter? Had the Hermione I once knew married and had a daughter like this Hermione? Then she was sorted into Gryffindor and he knew it had to be true. Hermione had gone off and married some man named Granger after she disappeared.

Now he had to see her daughter everyday. Perfect. Like I need a physical reminder of the girl that had saved me from the Trio of Moron's humiliating trick that day so many years ago.

He had seen her take her seat at her table and smile at the other occupants. It had been the same smile on her face too. He could tell his year was going to be just as hellacious as the others. Only worse now with her as a student. Then he caught the face of a child he recognized. Harry Potter. James and Lily's son.

He had turned his attention back to the sorting and forced himself to stop looking at Hermione. It isn't the same Hermione anyway, so what do I care?

Bring himself out of his thoughts as he looked at the child who was still staring back at him. A movement caught his eye, distracting him from her. Seeing that one student wasn't looking at him he went on.

"Then again…" He trailed off, glaring at the one and only Harry Potter, who was writing instead of looking at him. "…maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts full of abilities. So formidable enough, that you feel confident enough…."

Trailing off again, seeing that his words were still being ignored and went on, raising his voice to loudly boom around the room. "To not pay attention."

He saw Hermione nudge him and forced his eyes to stay on Potter instead of slipping back to her. "Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me. What would I get if I add powdered root of…" He fired questions at the boy. Each time Hermione threw her hand in the air, and he ignored her.

Each question was met with a blank look and a shake of the boy's head while he muttered that he didn't know. Not surprising, since his father had been terrible at potions as well.

With each question it was becoming more difficult to ignore the girl that had to be the daughter or some kind of relation to the Hermione from his past. Finally settling his eyes on her as he mumbled.

"Pity. Clearly fame isn't everything is it Mr. Potter." He forced his eyes away as he went about his class. Becoming more and more annoyed with the girl, the more he noticed her and the more she showed him how very clever she was. Just like her mother. Or aunt. Or…someone related to her.

1977-Twenty-three years into the past.

Hermione went to dinner that night and didn't sit with her group of friends. Not only was she still angry with them, she didn't know what kind of reception she would get.

She forced her eyes to stay on her plate as she felt several sets of eyes on her at different times. When she felt the soft probe into her mind, her head jerked up and met Snape's gaze.

He gave her a small quirk of his lips, making her mild annoyance vanish. She wondered if he only probed at her mind to get her attention. She gave him a tiny smile too and went back to her meal, still ignoring her friends at her table.

When she was done, she quickly got up and left the Great Hall. Not wanting to stick around longer than she had to.

A few steps away a hand snagged her arm, spinning her around and as she reached for her wand, another hand clamped onto that hand as well. She was startled when she met a pair of sharp black eyes.

"I only stopped your wand hand so you didn't hex me by mistake. Or on purpose, for that matter." Snape said with a small smirk, a small teasing light in his eyes confusing her.

Snape didn't tease. He didn't joke around with anyone. Let alone her. He hated her. Well, older Snape does. This one…she didn't know what this one was looking at her like that for.

She gave him a smirk of her own when she cleared her head of her confusion. "I guess you remembered but didn't take my warning too seriously about my mind being private."

His smirk grew. "Which is why I'm saying I'm sorry. I couldn't get you to look up any other way and I knew you would feel it." He still hadn't let her go.

Her smirk turned into a real smile. "So is there a reason you're accosting me in the hallway?"

He dropped his hands, a slight pink hue to his cheeks. Seeing it Hermione's eyes grew wide. She never thought him capable of blushing. She had never seen him do it before.

"I wanted to talk to you." He said, his eyes still searching hers. For what, she didn't know.

She reached out and took his arm easily, wrapped hers around his. "Then, lets talk while we walk. Shall we?"

He looked at her hand resting on his arm and nodded slowly. They set off again, and he kept his strides shorter to match hers as she still held onto him.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" She asked after they had passed several corridors.

Snape swallowed. "I wanted to thank you for today. You didn't have to do that and…I appreciate the kind gesture."

She glanced over at him. There were times she saw the man she knew from her childhood, someone that this man had a long road to cover, to become that other man. Other times, like this one, she found it hard to believe they were the same person.

"Your welcome. I don't like seeing anyone treated badly. Especially someone I consider a friend." She said, waiting to see what he said to that.

She hoped when future Snape remembered this conversation he wouldn't just kill her while she was in her first year. Assuming he put it together of course. She wasn't using her real last name so maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he forgot all about me. She thought as she looked ahead again.

Snape was even more stunned than before. She considers me a friend? He didn't have any friends. Any real friends anyway. He must have heard her wrong. "A friend?" He asked, sounding horrified at the word with his shock.

She looked over at him. "Sure. Don't you want to be friends with me?"

Snape took his time answering. "I do, but…are you sure? I don't….I don't have many friends."

Hermione knew how proud of a man he was and figured he was still proud even in his younger days. Knowing that, she forced her eyes from showing pity or sadness. Hoping she did a good job of it.

"I'm sure I want you as my friend. I like talking to you and hanging out with you, though I know I don't do it often enough. For that I'm sorry. I have a feeling that I'll have more time with the boys probably being angry with me after today. You might see me so much you will probably get sick of me, the insufferable know-it-all."

Snape smirked just a bit at what she called herself. She was a know-it-all, but he wasn't sure of the insufferable part. "You didn't have to do that you know. I don't want you to lose your friends, even if I don't like them."

She smiled shyly at him. Making his chest feel tight suddenly. "I did have to do it. It was wrong what they were doing. If I lose them over that…then they don't deserve to be my friends. Real friends don't bail on you over something silly like a disagreement."

He doubted he had ever had real friends like she was talking about. "Still…if they do show their idiocy and bail on you, as you put it, I wouldn't mind seeing more of you."

Seeing more of her? His words making him think of things he really had no business thinking about right then.

She grinned again, pulling his thoughts back to their conversation. "Sounds good to me."

They walked a bit more around the castle. When they passed the Room of Requirement, Snape stopped and looked at the now blank wall.

"What is it?" She asked.

He met her chocolate eyes. "How did you do that out there anyway?"

She swallowed. "Do what?" She knew what he meant.

He raised an eyebrow at her. He knew she was smart enough to know what he was talking about. "Putting up that shield around me with only your hand."

She shrugged. "I learned to do wandless magic."

His eyes searched hers, knowing there was more to it than that. "With non-verbal spells?"

She nodded not saying anymore. She couldn't tell him that she had seen him do it and it intrigued her enough to want to learn it. That he had inspired her to learn many things in fact.

"Can you teach me?" He asked her.

Her eyes widened again briefly. She knew Snape was a very powerful wizard in her time. It stunned her to hear him ask her to teach him anything. "Pardon?"

He sighed. He hated repeating himself. "I asked if you could teach me."

He waited, not knowing why she seemed so surprised but waiting since her eyes didn't hold a refusal. She looked at him for several moments before grinning.

"I'll make you a deal." She said, thinking that there would be no better teacher than this young man in front of her for what she wanted to learn.

His eyes met hers, narrowing slightly in suspicion. "What kind of deal?"

Her smile spread even more. "I'll teach you wandless magic, if you teach me Legilimency."

He smirked at her as he thought it over. His eyes raking over her face as he thought about it. "You want to learn an almost lost art and in return you'll only teach me wandless magic?"

Her smile stayed in place. "That's right."

He pondered this more. If I were to teach her, I might get a clear shot at her thoughts with her walls down to see other people's thoughts. But I am a Slytherin after all, so… "Only if you show me silent spells as well."

She pretended to ponder this. Inside she was jumping for joy. She would finally get a chance to learn his most prized skill. "Deal." She held out her hand again.

Both of his hands covered hers, his long elegant fingers wrapping around and softly brushing her skin. She frowned when she felt a tiny spark shoot through her. What the hell was that? She wondered.

His eyes were locked on hers. He didn't shake her hand instead he merely held it. He saw it startled her enough for her wall to slip. He saw a peek at her thoughts. What the hell was what? He wondered while wondering too if he should let her hand go.

He decided to wait and let her pull away if she wanted to. "It's a deal then. When do you want to start?" He asked her.

Hermione swallowed. "Er…not tonight. I'm still a little drained from earlier today. Wandless magic takes a lot out of me. So I think we should alternate lessons. Some days are for you to teach me. Some are for me to teach you."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "How do I know you're teaching me as much as I'm teaching you?"

She smiled again. "I could ask you the same thing. That's where us being friends come into play. As your friend, I wouldn't try to cheat you, and as mine you wont try to cheat me."

He pondered this, then his lips quirked up just a little. "All right. So tomorrow then?"

She nodded and he let her hand go. They walked back without her holding his arm and he found he was mildly disappointed.

He left her at the fat ladies portrait with a slight bow and was gone. She said the password and went inside. The moment the door closed she was pounced upon.

"Hermione, the boys are so sorry." Lily said, hugging her tightly. Reminding her of Ginny doing the same thing.

Hermione was gasping for air so Lily let her go. Looking at the redhead who was now smiling sheepishly at her. Hermione figured her welcome might not be as unwelcome as she had feared.

Hermione looked past Lily and saw all three boys with their eyes on the floor as they stood beside the couch. All looking very sorry indeed.

Hermione walked over to them. James looked up and met her gaze first, swallowing nervously. "Hermione, you were right. We have been bullies and we should know better. I know I wouldn't want any of my kids to ever hear about what all I've done here. Well, not any of the bad things. Like with…Severus. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?"

Hermione saw Remus look up this time and meet her gaze. "Yeah, Hermione I'm sorry too. I…I wouldn't have done it if I'd known you two were friends. Your friend or not though…I'm not a bully and don't want to be remembered as one."

Sirius's head shot up. "Friends? You're friends with that greasy git? Why?"

Hermione glared at Sirius making the other two reach over and smack him upside the head. Sirius sighed. "I still don't get it but whatever. If you want to be his friend…then I guess I'll have to live with it." Sirius said, though he looked like he was pouting about it. "I'm sorry too."

Hermione bit back a smile and looked at all the boys. She opened her mouth, but Sirius held up his hand and stopped her. "Kitten, I just want you to know, I'd never raise my wand to you in any way. Not unless it was to help you. I'd never do anything to hurt you. So, I'm sorry about today. I should have thought about how close you were standing next to him and not tried to hex him more. Do you forgive me? Forgive us?"

Hermione glanced at Lily who came around to see both the boys and Hermione's face. She saw Lily smile at her, hope in her eyes that Hermione would go ahead and forgive them.

Hermione smiled softly at them, remembering her earlier words to Snape. Friends don't bail over a fight. "I forgive you boys. But…please let Snape be. He is rather nice when you get to know him. You know, one day you might just need him on your side."

The boys looked a bit unsure of that, but agreed to not torture him without a reason anymore. It was the best she could ask for considering the history they all shared.

Hermione sat back and told the boys that Minerva let her off with a warning of sorts. Next time it was expulsion. Though that wasn't exactly what happened, but they didn't need to know that. They talked for a while, then they all called it a night and went to bed.

The next morning, the three walked down to breakfast. She saw Snape was sitting at his table already and he frowned when he saw her come in with her friends. She wondered if he thought she might have changed her mind about being his friend since hers hadn't ditched her.

She sent him a smile and a wink. Making him smile back just a bit. She turned and saw Lily looking at her oddly. The redhead pulled her down to sit next to her.

Leaning in close, Lily whispered in Hermione's ear. "You're flirting with Severus. I saw you wink at him."

Hermione paused. Did I really flirt with him? If I did, I didn't mean to. Did I? She saw Remus glance up at her and knew he had heard Lily with his werewolf senses, making her blush.

She sighed before replying. "I was not. I was just letting him know that everything was still good with us being friends."

Lily frowned at her, not quite buying the explanation. "I know a flirt when I see one and that was a flirt. We need to have a bit of a chat later Hermione."

Hermione nodded and focused on her breakfast as she saw Snape get up and leave. Trying to focus on anything but Remus staring at her so fiercely. After breakfast, she made her excuses and quickly left.

When a hand grabbed her arm, she didn't automatically reach for her wand this time. Snape smirked. "I'd wonder if I caught you that much off guard, but I saw the slight twitch before you stopped, so I guess that's an improvement."

She smirked and pulled away gently. "I figured that so far you're the only one to grab me like that. Everyone else calls out first. So it had to be you."

His smirk grew. "So do you feel up to your first lesson?"

She nodded. "Who is teaching who today?"

He shrugged. "Lady's choice."

She smiled fully and took his arm again. "I don't mind taking the first role as…professor." She bit her cheek to keep from giggling at her choice of words.

He smiled and led her to the Room of Requirement.

A/N: Okay, I hope everyone liked how this chapter turned out. Please leave me your thoughts, I love reading them. More coming soon. Take care everyone.