A/N:Hey everyone, I want to thank all of you for the wonderful reviews I received. This chapter may be a little besides the point concerning the plot, but I promise you Draco will do a stupid thing in the end…I hope you enjoy it as much as you did the other chapters. Once again I apologize if my grammar is too bad. Any thoughts, or ideas are welcome…

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Chapter 5: Intentions

It was just a few minutes before curfew when they reached the castle, and Hermione was truly exhausted. If not for Snape's quick thinking she would be now in the same situation she was on the Quidditch Pitch…or even worse. All her plans for teasing…although she did tease him a bit…gone. First those damn centaurs, and then those abominations that called themselves purebloods and their pets. She didn't enjoy killing, but the situation demanded it. The pain in her wing had transferred in her shoulder, but it wasn't something that wouldn't be cured over the night.

She couldn't quite understand what stopped her from questioning him, but the second she stepped out of the castle, it was as if her tongue had glued itself to her teeth. Her mind forming the words and questions, but her mouth unable to voice them. She knew she behaved like a little schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher when he had answered her teasing…but she couldn't help it. She never expected him to react that way. She expected yelling, cruel remarks…maybe even a hex thrown her way…but never that.

Entering the castle, she said a quick 'Good night' and a promise to join him for tea the next day and started climbing the staircase towards Gryffindor Tower thinking.

Tonight Voldemort had tried to snatch her away, using fifteen werewolfs and four Death Eaters. Clearly, not even the demons knew how much training she had had. It hadn't been an easy task, she had to admit, but they could hardly capture her. At least now Snape had a reason not to go back. The difficult part would be explaining it to Dumbledore. Her lips curled in disgust. The damn fool. He expected Harry to take the war…to take Voldemort…heads on, without training, or anything more than his wand and a six or seven year knowledge. Very little knowledge at that. Well, Hermione told herself, that won't be happening if I have a say in it.

At that moment, somehow, Hermione felt thankful that she had been chosen. Harry's life depended on her skill and power, and she would do every damn thing in her power to save him and end the chaos.

She would make Harry the only winner of the war. He deserved it. Dumbledore could bang his head on a wall for all she cared. Harry had suffered because of him for too long. Too damn long.

''Lion's den.'' she murmured softly to the Fat Lady, and stepped in the Gryffindor common room.

As expected, Ron had gone to bed, but Harry had waited for her. As always. ''You should go to bed Harry.''

''Hey Mione. How was detention?'' he smiled sadly.

''It was ok. Now tell me. Why aren't you in bed? How many times have I told you not to wait up?'' Hermione asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

''And how many times have I told you…I'll always wait for you no matter how late you are?'' Hermione laughed halfheartedly.

''What's wrong?''

''Harry…do you remember after forth year…when I came to Grimauld Place?''

''Yes?''

''Do you know the reason I was there so early?''

Harry frowned. ''No.''

Hermione snorted and leaned her head on his shoulder. ''Of course you don't. Bastard old goat…''

''Mione, what's wrong? If you're swearing, there is definitely something wrong. Now tell me, why were you so early there?''

Taking a quick decision, she said, ''…My parents were killed a few weeks after I got home.'' He deserved to know.

Harry suddenly stiffened, but pulled her in a tight embrace seconds later. ''I didn't know.'' he murmured softly in her ear, ''…why didn't you say anything?''

''Honestly, I thought you knew, but didn't want to remind it to me. I thought Dumbledore told you…''

''Dumbledore?''

''Yes. He knew, he was the one to find me.'' Hermione said, closing her eyes. She could feel Harry's eyes on her, and his feelings of anxiety, fear and anticipation.

''He was the one that placed the wards around my house…and yet, he found me after ten hours of torture…barely alive.''

She knew it wasn't quite the right time to tell Harry all of this, but after the attack tonight, she decided that the sooner Harry knew, the better. Feeling his anger grow, and his grip on his magic slowly loosening, she pulled him in a hug. ''It's ok, I'm here now, aren't I? It's been more than a year now, I overcame it.''

''I'm so sorry Mione…I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you…''

''Harry, don't kill yourself over this. I just told you this bit now, because I need you to understand some bigger puzzle pieces soon enough.''

''What do you mean?''

''I have a few things to tell you, but not tonight. I told you that bit tonight just to see if I was right that Dumbledore didn't say anything. I promise you I will tell you everything I know…but not tonight.''

Feeling his anger slowly starting to dim, she sent him to bed. Sitting back on the couch, she closed her eyes. A sudden sharp sound had her leaping off her seat, wand in hand, ready to attack.

The flames in the fireplace grew and flashed blood red, uncovering the head of a beautiful woman with curly black hair and violet eyes, smiling at her.

''My Lady…'' Hermione said, dropping in one knee and bowing her head.

''Stand Angel, tell me, are you harmed?''

''My Lady, I am unharmed, just a bit bruised. Nothing that can't be healed. Thank you for asking. Voldemort tried his hand tonight, now he knows I'm not easy to catch. I think the war will gain full force quicker than we thought. I need to start training Harry and whoever is willing as soon as possible.''

''Very good Angel. Just remember what you were taught, and pass just what is needed.''

''Yes My Lady.''

''Whatever you need, you only need to call me. By the way…'' the woman smirked, ''…that dark wizard of yours is quite…charming. Don't you think?'' With a quick wink she was gone, leaving Hermione gaping.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione walked up to the girls dormitory and changed in her night attire. Charming? Snape? Well, he did have a certain charm…tall, dark, powerful, brilliant mind, a voice that could melt gold…oh Hell.

Lillith wasn't going to stop pestering her now. Damned demon. Sighing tiredly, she thankfully sank under the covers and fell into a blissful sleep.

Ignoring the incessant chatter every morning in her dormitory was becoming harder and harder with every year that passed. Either Lavender and Parvati were becoming louder, or her hearing was better. Groaning, Hermione got out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. She removed her clothes and stepped into the shower.

''Gods, Hermione what happened to you?'' she heard Parvati's voice. Turning around, Hermione saw the said girl standing only a few feet away, looking at her back with wide eyes.

''What do you mean?''

''Well…you have one hell of a bruise on your shoulder.''

Kicking herself mentally for not paying attention, Hermione shut the water, grabbed her bathrobe and threw a mild Obliviate at her roommate. It wouldn't do good for her roommate to see her bruised without any explanation.

''Enjoy your shower.'' Hermione smiled.

''Thanks Hermione,'' Parvati smiled and climbed in the shower, without any memory of what she'd just seen seconds prior.

Waiting until Lavender was also in the bathroom, She changed quickly in her school uniform, grabbed her book bag, and headed to breakfast.

''Hey Mione.'' Harry greeted her cheerfully.

''Good morning Harry, Ron.''

'''Mornin.'' Rom grumbled. ''Let's go, I'm hungry.''

''You're always hungry.'' Both Harry and Hermione said in unison, laughing.

''Yea, yea, whatever. Let's go.''

Hermione looped her arm with Harry's and exited the common room. As usual, morning chatter filled the Great Hall. Sleepy faces and irritated moods were a common view until caffeine was involved. Taking a seat at their usual place, Harry to her right and Ron across from them, they started filling their plates.

''Mione?'' Harry whispered in her ear.

''Hmm?''

''Can we talk later?''

Hermione nodded and gestured discretely towards Ron, meaning 'how do we ditch Ron?'. Over the years, Harry and Hermione had developed the ability to communicate without words, an ability that didn't include Ron. Oh, they tried, but he could never understand the meaning of their gestures. He was their friend, but Ronald Weasley had a big mouth and a quick temper. Relating secrets in front of him meant you shouted it in the Great Hall during dinner standing on the table and with a Sonorus charm on your throat.

Harry gave her a wink and a smile, meaning 'I'll take care of it.' And of course, Ron, as always was very much oblivious to their exchange.

''May I have you attention please.'' Dumbledore said standing and advancing towards the podium. ''We've decided that from tomorrow the seventh years will be allowed to visit Hogsmeade every weekend until the end of the school year. Consider it as a 'last year present'. This is your last year at Hogwarts, enjoy it. Of course, only for tomorrow, as your first weekend out, we will allow students from third year to sixth to go also. Enjoy your breakfast.''

Hermione's eyes were immediately seeking a certain black pair of orbs. Raising an eyebrow she sent him a mental 'has he gone mad?' question. She could see his lips twitch, and sent back an image of a clock showing lunch time and then another showing his office. Hermione gave him a small nod and continued with her breakfast. It was perfect, she needed to see him anyway.

As breakfast dragged to an end, Hermione grabbed her bag and elbowed Harry to get up. Their first lesson being Potions. ''Ron, for Merlin's sake, we'll be late, get up.''

''I'm coing…top…eling.'' Ron struggled to speak as he shoved half muffin in his mouth.

Approaching the exit Hermione saw a blonde head standing from the Slytherin table and remembered something that should have been first on her priority list.

Draco Malfoy.

Effectively kicking herself mentally, she looped her arm trough Harry's and drew him closer to her side, walking a bit quicker, leaving Ron in the back.

How in Morgana's name could she have forgotten about the blonde pain in the arse? Now she had another reason to talk to Snape. Had he managed to find out why the arrogant prick was out for blood the other day? Oh Hell…too many unanswered questions and it was only eight in the morning.

As usual, Severus strode in his classroom banging the door against the wall, he waved his wand and the door closed as loudly as it opened, making more than half of the students flinch.

He smirked. Good. If they didn't respect him at least they feared him.

Scribing the instructions on the blackboard, he barked at them to begin brewing the Sleeping Draught and settled behind his desk. Thoughts had been keeping him up all night, and the same thoughts kept him silent now. He may have dealed with the minds of the Death Eaters he sent to the Ministry, removing everything that involved himself and Granger, but Bellatrix had escaped. As he wanted to see the damned war end, responding to a call would be a very stupid thing to do, Granger was right, and Severus Snape wasn't known as a brilliant Slytherin for nothing. Of course, the Dark Lord would be furious for loosing a supposed spy, but he couldn't care less. As for Dumbledore…he couldn't just tell him to shove it…

Sneaking a glance towards Granger, he remembered the real reason he had drawn his wand in the first place. The girl was indeed a warrior. The few moves he had seen her do with the werewolfs proved it. She was fearless, accurate and powerful. Seeing her like that would have frightened anyone, but he felt…aroused…even now remembering the fierce determination in her eyes. Slapping himself for thinking of his student that way he stood and started striding trough the classroom, inspecting cauldron after cauldron, he fought the urge to just grab some of the students and just throw them out. For Merlin's sake this was a NEWT class…they choose to be here, and yet their potions were as bad as ever…even the simplest one. The same thing couldn't be said about Granger though…hers was as usually…perfect.

He was just about to whisper a praise in her ear, when he saw Weasley's cauldron start to bubble dangerously. Instinctively pulling both Weasley and Potter out of the way, them being the closest to the danger, he didn't see Hermione place herself between them and the explosion.

Throwing the two idiots to the floor and spinning around, he caught her mid flight, as she was thrown in the air by the force of the blow. Terror gripped his insides as he looked at the unconscious girl in his arms. Growling at anyone who dared to come too close, he pulled his wand and started to mutter every diagnostic spell he knew. Severus was confused though…every spell showed she was in perfect health…but the confusion quickly turned to relief when she whispered, only for him to hear, 'Malfoy', and gave him a quick wink.

'Damn you witch', he thought to himself. 'Scaring me like that…she could have been killed…idiot Gryffindor…'

Picking her up, he walked with her towards his office shouting over his shoulder to the others that they were dismissed, but groaned as she whispered yet another name to him.

''Potter, come with me. Everyone else get out now. No Weasley, you may not stay.''

Ignoring Ron's outraged looks, he kicked open the door to his office and deposited her on his couch. Going back in the classroom he saw Potter trying to get the redhead to leave…without success.

''Potter…'' he snarled, ''…in my office, now. Weasley, once again I wonder how in the hell you ended up in my class. Your idiocy has no limits. You already lost twenty points off your house, do you also need a week of detention for not following orders?''

Ron sent him a murderous glare, but left the classroom.

Stepping back in his office and closing the door, he leaned on the wall and waited, seeing Potter looking at him like he had grown another head.

''Miss Granger…we're alone.''

Severus heard her giggle and groan as she started to sit up.

''Shit…can I have a pain potion?''

His left eye twitched. ''I shouldn't give you anything you know. And if you ever do anything like that again I'm going to skin you alive with my bare hands.'' Merlin she was beautiful when she laughed.

''Ok, ok. I promise. Now can I have the damn potion? Oh, and I need a bruise salve as well.''

Seeing the bewildered expression in the boy's face he smirked. ''Something wrong Mr. Potter?'' he asked as he retrieved the pain potion from the cabinet in his office.

''Wha…How…why…I…''

''Mr. Potter, I thought you were intelligent enough to, at least, form a coherent phrase, but alas…it seems I was wrong.'' Harry glared at him.

''Oh, stop it you two.'' Hermione said, after drinking the potion. ''Professor, can you excuse us from the rest of the classes? We need to talk, and I know for sure that you don't have another class until after lunch.''

Severus's eyebrow shot up, but he didn't question her. Writing the necessary excuse on two pieces of parchment, he called a house-elf and sent him away to Dumbledore and McGonagall.

''Hermione what's going on? And since when are you and professor Snape so …friendly?''

''I'll tell you in a minute.'' she said, standing and starting to remove her shirt. Holding the bruise salve towards Severus she turned her back to him. He wanted to laugh at Potter's horrified expression. He was astonished himself by her actions, but didn't let it show. He took a good amount of the paste on his hand and started gingerly rubbing it on the purple bruise.

''Last night?'' he asked. She nodded. ''Tell me something Granger…are you some sort of masochist or something? Because you can't tell me that this didn't at least bother you.''

She laughed again. ''And pray tell how I would have explained being in the dungeons in the middle of the night?''

Severus huffed as he cleaned his hand. He was a bit annoyed to see that Hermione wasn't bothered by being in Potter's presence without a shirt, but didn't comment on it.

''Ok, that's enough.'' Harry shouted. ''Hermione what the hell is going on here?''

''Have you written anything on what I told you yet?'' she asked Severus, who shook his head. Hermione sighed and settled back on the couch. ''Well…remember I told you last night that I needed you to understand pieces of a bigger puzzle?'' Harry nodded. ''What I'm about to tell you…will surely frighten you…but I hope you remember who I am…and that I would never leave you alone.''

Harry nodded slowly, looking between his best friend and the dreaded potions master. Waiting for an explanation.

''Have you ever heard of the term 'Avenging Angel?''

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