Remember When It Rained
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
5,295
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Ten
Remember When it Rained
Chapter Ten
They Magnify The One With In
Hermione awoke with a pounding headache, she always did when she cried herself to sleep. Slipping gingerly from her bed, she made her way into her bathroom, and groped through the cabinet for her headache potion. Gulping it down quickly she leaned against the door and waited for it to take effect.
Once the pain had disappeared, she absently brushed her teeth, and then hopped into the shower. She felt sluggish and tired, hopefully the shower would perk her up, she thought.
So it was that Hermione Granger began her first day as Hogwarts Head Girl and Seventh-year student. Not the happiest of beginnings, she whispered with a trembling voice as the events of last night replayed themselves in her mind.
She didn’t know what hurt more, Harry’s rejection of her attempted apology or Severus’ rejection. All she could think of now was making it thought breakfast and her first day, which she hoped wouldn’t include Potions.
Dressing her now familiar uniform and throwing her robes over that, she grabbed her full book satchel and headed down to the Common Room, where she was greeted by the silent persons of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
The later greeted her with a tentative smile and the former looked a bit sheepish. She smiled at the pair and whispered, “Good morning Harry, Ron.”
The three stood there for a few seconds staring at each other. Finally, Harry took her hand and said, “Hermione, please forgive me. I am so sorry and I’ve missed you so much this summer.”
With a sob, she nodded her head and flung herself into his arms. The three stood there, hugging for a long while until the rumbling of Ron’s stomach made it’s self heard. They giggled all the way down to the Great Hall.
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The silence of Severus’ rooms was broken only by the sounds of phials and bottles clinking against each other as he, by the light of a single candle rummaged through an antique cabinet.
“Ahhh,” he sighed as he emerged, phial in hand. Quickly uncorking it, he raised a trembling hand to his lips and downed the contents in one swallow.
With the single candle floating ahead of him, he shuffled his way into the bathroom, where after relieving himself, he stepped into a steaming hot shower.
Thus began the first day of term for Severus Snape, Potions master of Hogwarts.
‘Perhaps I shouldn’t have drunk the entire bottle of scotch,’ he thought as he shampooed his dark locks, massaging his scalp as he did so. ‘Thank Merlin for Hang Over Cures.’
He would have to face her today. Not at Potions, thank the Gods, but he knew that he would see her at some point. Perhaps in The Great Hal over a meal. After the passionate kisses they shared on the path last night, he didn’t know if he could face her.
Especially since he knew that she was right. He was lying to himself. There was no way to get around it and the forced formality that they had shared since that first kiss by the lake had done nothing to quell the feelings he had for her.
Damn it, but he didn’t need this complication. Why, oh why couldn’t he have given himself a more firm talking to, he wondered, recalling that afternoon when he had hung upside down from his tree. He had decided then that he would stop the feelings that were swelling in his soul for her.
It seemed that his soul hadn’t listened.
“Maledicalo!” * he hissed and began dressing for the day. Perhaps all was not lost, for there were First Years to terrorize, he thought with a crooked smile, and he was in just the right mood to do it.
He made his way from the dungeons to the Great Hall, he was hungry for once and ready to eat. The sooner he got this day over with the better. His reverie was interrupted by the sound of giggling. One of the giggles was easily recognizable, and sure enough the terrible trio, arm in arm had just turned the corner nearly running into him.
The smiles were wiped from their faces as if chalk off of a board and silence reigned for a moment.
“Misters Potter, Weasley. Miss Granger. Ten points each from Gryffindor for carrying on in the halls,’ he muttered as he swept past them and into the Hall.
“Bastard,” Ron whispered in a hiss.
Harry looked over at Hermione and frowned. “I can guess how your summer went then, judging by his attitude.”
“Looks and sounds perfectly normal to me,” Ron chimed in.
Hermione nodded at Ron and said, “Actually he wasn’t all that bad this summer. No snarkier then usual.”
Ron gave her an appraising glance before pasting a smile on his face and saying, ‘Come on! I’m starved.”
‘So,’ Severus thought as he strode toward the head table, ‘the trio is reunited. Lovely.’
Taking his customary seat, he grabbed his already full coffee mug and took a sip, letting the heat burn is tongue and throat, welcoming the distraction the pain caused. Te last thing he needed to dwell on at the moment, or any moment for that matter, was Hermione Granger. He’d never survive the day.
He tried not to notice how cheerful she appeared to be as she talked to Potter and Weasley. He tried not to notice that her cheerfulness was forced and that she often let her gaze slip toward him. He tried not to notice that her concealing charm wasn’t quite strong enough to hide the dark circles under her eyes, or that her nose was just a bit swollen. He didn’t allow himself to think that perhaps she had cried herself to sleep, and that her tears were for him. He pretended that he hadn’t noticed the slight tremor of her hands as she raised her tea cup to her lips and took a cautious sip. He pretended that he absolutely did not notice the way her tongue caressed her lower lip as she licked a drop of tea from it. He forbade himself from thinking of that tongue licking something all together different from her lower lip.
With a thump, he set his mug down on the table and stood. Without looking at his fellow teachers he, in a whirl and flurry of black, strode from the dais and through the staff door.
Hermione glanced, once more at the Head table, as she caught is departure out of the corner of her eyes. ‘Gods he looks like Hell this morning,’ she thought as she chewed idly on a piece of toast. ‘Good.’
Chapter Ten
They Magnify The One With In
Hermione awoke with a pounding headache, she always did when she cried herself to sleep. Slipping gingerly from her bed, she made her way into her bathroom, and groped through the cabinet for her headache potion. Gulping it down quickly she leaned against the door and waited for it to take effect.
Once the pain had disappeared, she absently brushed her teeth, and then hopped into the shower. She felt sluggish and tired, hopefully the shower would perk her up, she thought.
So it was that Hermione Granger began her first day as Hogwarts Head Girl and Seventh-year student. Not the happiest of beginnings, she whispered with a trembling voice as the events of last night replayed themselves in her mind.
She didn’t know what hurt more, Harry’s rejection of her attempted apology or Severus’ rejection. All she could think of now was making it thought breakfast and her first day, which she hoped wouldn’t include Potions.
Dressing her now familiar uniform and throwing her robes over that, she grabbed her full book satchel and headed down to the Common Room, where she was greeted by the silent persons of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
The later greeted her with a tentative smile and the former looked a bit sheepish. She smiled at the pair and whispered, “Good morning Harry, Ron.”
The three stood there for a few seconds staring at each other. Finally, Harry took her hand and said, “Hermione, please forgive me. I am so sorry and I’ve missed you so much this summer.”
With a sob, she nodded her head and flung herself into his arms. The three stood there, hugging for a long while until the rumbling of Ron’s stomach made it’s self heard. They giggled all the way down to the Great Hall.
~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~
The silence of Severus’ rooms was broken only by the sounds of phials and bottles clinking against each other as he, by the light of a single candle rummaged through an antique cabinet.
“Ahhh,” he sighed as he emerged, phial in hand. Quickly uncorking it, he raised a trembling hand to his lips and downed the contents in one swallow.
With the single candle floating ahead of him, he shuffled his way into the bathroom, where after relieving himself, he stepped into a steaming hot shower.
Thus began the first day of term for Severus Snape, Potions master of Hogwarts.
‘Perhaps I shouldn’t have drunk the entire bottle of scotch,’ he thought as he shampooed his dark locks, massaging his scalp as he did so. ‘Thank Merlin for Hang Over Cures.’
He would have to face her today. Not at Potions, thank the Gods, but he knew that he would see her at some point. Perhaps in The Great Hal over a meal. After the passionate kisses they shared on the path last night, he didn’t know if he could face her.
Especially since he knew that she was right. He was lying to himself. There was no way to get around it and the forced formality that they had shared since that first kiss by the lake had done nothing to quell the feelings he had for her.
Damn it, but he didn’t need this complication. Why, oh why couldn’t he have given himself a more firm talking to, he wondered, recalling that afternoon when he had hung upside down from his tree. He had decided then that he would stop the feelings that were swelling in his soul for her.
It seemed that his soul hadn’t listened.
“Maledicalo!” * he hissed and began dressing for the day. Perhaps all was not lost, for there were First Years to terrorize, he thought with a crooked smile, and he was in just the right mood to do it.
He made his way from the dungeons to the Great Hall, he was hungry for once and ready to eat. The sooner he got this day over with the better. His reverie was interrupted by the sound of giggling. One of the giggles was easily recognizable, and sure enough the terrible trio, arm in arm had just turned the corner nearly running into him.
The smiles were wiped from their faces as if chalk off of a board and silence reigned for a moment.
“Misters Potter, Weasley. Miss Granger. Ten points each from Gryffindor for carrying on in the halls,’ he muttered as he swept past them and into the Hall.
“Bastard,” Ron whispered in a hiss.
Harry looked over at Hermione and frowned. “I can guess how your summer went then, judging by his attitude.”
“Looks and sounds perfectly normal to me,” Ron chimed in.
Hermione nodded at Ron and said, “Actually he wasn’t all that bad this summer. No snarkier then usual.”
Ron gave her an appraising glance before pasting a smile on his face and saying, ‘Come on! I’m starved.”
‘So,’ Severus thought as he strode toward the head table, ‘the trio is reunited. Lovely.’
Taking his customary seat, he grabbed his already full coffee mug and took a sip, letting the heat burn is tongue and throat, welcoming the distraction the pain caused. Te last thing he needed to dwell on at the moment, or any moment for that matter, was Hermione Granger. He’d never survive the day.
He tried not to notice how cheerful she appeared to be as she talked to Potter and Weasley. He tried not to notice that her cheerfulness was forced and that she often let her gaze slip toward him. He tried not to notice that her concealing charm wasn’t quite strong enough to hide the dark circles under her eyes, or that her nose was just a bit swollen. He didn’t allow himself to think that perhaps she had cried herself to sleep, and that her tears were for him. He pretended that he hadn’t noticed the slight tremor of her hands as she raised her tea cup to her lips and took a cautious sip. He pretended that he absolutely did not notice the way her tongue caressed her lower lip as she licked a drop of tea from it. He forbade himself from thinking of that tongue licking something all together different from her lower lip.
With a thump, he set his mug down on the table and stood. Without looking at his fellow teachers he, in a whirl and flurry of black, strode from the dais and through the staff door.
Hermione glanced, once more at the Head table, as she caught is departure out of the corner of her eyes. ‘Gods he looks like Hell this morning,’ she thought as she chewed idly on a piece of toast. ‘Good.’