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Chapter 13
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything but the plot. I write for my own selfish pleasure.
MoMalfoy: Here\'s a little more on their past....*grins*
destiny black: I think you\'d be a third week thing chapter. LOL! Of course, between the last one and this, you\'ll have to contend with me as to who\'s keeping Sev company. :p
ON WITH THE STORY!!
One Saturday, Hermione was just about to leave when Severus stumbled in the infirmary. He reeked of firewhiskey and he still had smoke coming out of his ears. “Herrmee, are you almost done here?” he slurred.
Hermione was mortified. “Yes, please Severus, sit before you fall down.” She pushed a chair under his leaning body and he sat.
“Professor, you’re drunk! I can’t believe you’d come out of the dungeons drunk in the daylight,” she admonished him.
He put his head down in shame. “I’m sorry; I just had to come see you. I have to tell you something.”
“Let’s get you back down to the dungeons before you make some kind of a scene.”
“Okee,” he answered and he stumbled to get up.
Hermione managed to get him to his door without his falling and doing a face plant in the castle. He gave her his key and she opened the door.
She sat him in front of the hearth on his couch. He looked at her with shame in his eyes. “You are all that I have. Harry’s gone,” he said at tears welled up in his eyes.
He let them fall. He sobbed and moaned for hours. Hermione just sat there, holding her old potion’s master, unsure what to say or do. When his tears finally wouldn’t fall any more, and his sobs ceased, he stood. There was no longer shame in his face. It had turned to pure unadulterated anger. “You’ll not tell a soul what you have seen here, girl!”
Hermione stammered, “I wouldn’t dare. I couldn’t imagine telling anyone anything this personal about a friend.”
Snape looked at her. “Friend?” he asked with a malicious smile on his face. “You are no friend of mine!” he declared. Pointing to the door, he shouted, “Out!”
Hermione knew what he was going through. She knew the phases very well. He’s angry, she thought. And, he’s drunk, so he’ll be back to apologize. Two days later, she’d still not seen the man. She was beginning to worry that he might not get over this. She went to seek him out. He was sitting in his office, brooding when she walked in. “Severus,” she said quietly. “Are you still angry?”
The older man looked up and though his face did not show it, she saw remorse in his eyes. “No,” he answered hoarsely. “I’m not still angry. I’m also still not sleeping.”
Hermione was at a loss for words, and only shook her head. She turned around to leave and looked back over her shoulder, “If you want to get something to drink tonight, I’m off at five.”
He shrugged as she walked off. He knew that he would be waiting outside of the infirmary for the girl. At promptly 5PM, Hermione left and met Severus at the door. He looked down at the floor and muttered, “Want to come to the dungeons?”
She smiled. “I’d be honored.”
They made their way to the dungeons and he poured himself a large glass of firewhiskey. She had a small cup of tea. “Severus,” she began, “do you drink like this every night?”
He laughed bitterly. “Since the funerals, yes, before then? Rarely.”
She put her hand on his glass, taking it from him. “Don’t drink yourself to death. You’ll end up wallowing in pity for the rest of your life. Mourning is expected, but don’t get yourself thinking you have no one.”
He took his glass back and drained it. She watched the steam come out of his ears. “Harry’s gone. I don’t have anyone.”
“You’re wrong Severus. You don’t know how wrong you are. You have me; don’t forget that I lost them both that day. I know. I know all too well what you are feeling. Let me in. Just let the pity go and let me be your friend. You saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life. Let me save you now.”
He sighed and only shook his head. She tipped his chin up to look her in the eyes. “I’ll be back every night that I have to work, if you’ll let me. Someone here is better than wallowing in your own pity.”
He accepted the offer and felt the clenched sensation in his chest ease. He just needed to hear someone around. He needed a warm body sitting next to him on the couch. Faithfully, Hermione came back five afternoons a week and sat with him for a little while. Rarely did they talk about anything specific, but she could tell by the lightening circles around his eyes that he was sleeping more. His demeanor was different once she got there. He would relax and read one of the many books he had about potions, or any number of books about dark creatures. Hermione sat and sewed or crocheted. When he wanted to talk, she listened. They both grew accustomed to the other’s presence very quickly. Snape would make his way, on the weekends that Hermione didn’t work, to her house and sit with her and Ronnie most of the day, both days.
MoMalfoy: Here\'s a little more on their past....*grins*
destiny black: I think you\'d be a third week thing chapter. LOL! Of course, between the last one and this, you\'ll have to contend with me as to who\'s keeping Sev company. :p
ON WITH THE STORY!!
One Saturday, Hermione was just about to leave when Severus stumbled in the infirmary. He reeked of firewhiskey and he still had smoke coming out of his ears. “Herrmee, are you almost done here?” he slurred.
Hermione was mortified. “Yes, please Severus, sit before you fall down.” She pushed a chair under his leaning body and he sat.
“Professor, you’re drunk! I can’t believe you’d come out of the dungeons drunk in the daylight,” she admonished him.
He put his head down in shame. “I’m sorry; I just had to come see you. I have to tell you something.”
“Let’s get you back down to the dungeons before you make some kind of a scene.”
“Okee,” he answered and he stumbled to get up.
Hermione managed to get him to his door without his falling and doing a face plant in the castle. He gave her his key and she opened the door.
She sat him in front of the hearth on his couch. He looked at her with shame in his eyes. “You are all that I have. Harry’s gone,” he said at tears welled up in his eyes.
He let them fall. He sobbed and moaned for hours. Hermione just sat there, holding her old potion’s master, unsure what to say or do. When his tears finally wouldn’t fall any more, and his sobs ceased, he stood. There was no longer shame in his face. It had turned to pure unadulterated anger. “You’ll not tell a soul what you have seen here, girl!”
Hermione stammered, “I wouldn’t dare. I couldn’t imagine telling anyone anything this personal about a friend.”
Snape looked at her. “Friend?” he asked with a malicious smile on his face. “You are no friend of mine!” he declared. Pointing to the door, he shouted, “Out!”
Hermione knew what he was going through. She knew the phases very well. He’s angry, she thought. And, he’s drunk, so he’ll be back to apologize. Two days later, she’d still not seen the man. She was beginning to worry that he might not get over this. She went to seek him out. He was sitting in his office, brooding when she walked in. “Severus,” she said quietly. “Are you still angry?”
The older man looked up and though his face did not show it, she saw remorse in his eyes. “No,” he answered hoarsely. “I’m not still angry. I’m also still not sleeping.”
Hermione was at a loss for words, and only shook her head. She turned around to leave and looked back over her shoulder, “If you want to get something to drink tonight, I’m off at five.”
He shrugged as she walked off. He knew that he would be waiting outside of the infirmary for the girl. At promptly 5PM, Hermione left and met Severus at the door. He looked down at the floor and muttered, “Want to come to the dungeons?”
She smiled. “I’d be honored.”
They made their way to the dungeons and he poured himself a large glass of firewhiskey. She had a small cup of tea. “Severus,” she began, “do you drink like this every night?”
He laughed bitterly. “Since the funerals, yes, before then? Rarely.”
She put her hand on his glass, taking it from him. “Don’t drink yourself to death. You’ll end up wallowing in pity for the rest of your life. Mourning is expected, but don’t get yourself thinking you have no one.”
He took his glass back and drained it. She watched the steam come out of his ears. “Harry’s gone. I don’t have anyone.”
“You’re wrong Severus. You don’t know how wrong you are. You have me; don’t forget that I lost them both that day. I know. I know all too well what you are feeling. Let me in. Just let the pity go and let me be your friend. You saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life. Let me save you now.”
He sighed and only shook his head. She tipped his chin up to look her in the eyes. “I’ll be back every night that I have to work, if you’ll let me. Someone here is better than wallowing in your own pity.”
He accepted the offer and felt the clenched sensation in his chest ease. He just needed to hear someone around. He needed a warm body sitting next to him on the couch. Faithfully, Hermione came back five afternoons a week and sat with him for a little while. Rarely did they talk about anything specific, but she could tell by the lightening circles around his eyes that he was sleeping more. His demeanor was different once she got there. He would relax and read one of the many books he had about potions, or any number of books about dark creatures. Hermione sat and sewed or crocheted. When he wanted to talk, she listened. They both grew accustomed to the other’s presence very quickly. Snape would make his way, on the weekends that Hermione didn’t work, to her house and sit with her and Ronnie most of the day, both days.