So, when I first wrote this story about three years ago, I had another way I wanted to take this, but now I'm not so sure. I have no real plot for this story anymore. If you know a way I can take this, I'll be glad to give it a thought. I will keep the story line as the summary says. Snape will find himself in Hermione's bed soon. I just have to set up the back story as best as I can. If anyone wants to beta, the train wreak that is my writing, please send me a message.
Sorry, this is short, but until I can think up a way to take this… The chapters will be short.
Severus Snape flew to the window ledge that was the room to Hermione Granger. Thankfully, the lights from the castle were enough for Snape to see in his raven animagus form. If it had been pitched dark, it would be a lot harder. Snape moved his body closer to the window, so he could get a glimpse inside. Twisting and turning, Miss. Granger remained inside her bed, as she fought with what Snape can only assume were a nightmare. A bad taste formed inside Snape mouth. He could not place the reason for the unsettling feeling he had about watching Miss. Granger suffer in her sleep, but he had to wake the girl. Making a quick decision, he pecked the glass twice.
A small noise woke Hermione. She did not know where the noise had come from; but she were thankful for it. Hermione threw the covers off and got out of bed. She went over to the window and opened, as the grandfather clock chimed saying that it was four a clock in the morning. Cold air blew around Hermione face, as her eyes were closed. Nightmares were getting more vivid. This time she had a dreamed about Fred dying and seeing that ghostly smile on his face as the light from his eyes died away.
Hermione shook her head. She had to do something so she would be able to keep her nightmares at bay, but she did not have the ingredients she needed to make the sleeping draught. She had gone to J. Pippin, but he was out of the dreamless sleep potion. She could not just go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for a potion, she would have asked too many questions. Questions, Hermione was not ready to answer.
"If only the clockwork could talk, I would not be so alone." She whispered as she turned away from the window.