Going Under
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,615
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9
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The Date
I met Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room. They claimed that they had been wondering if I was alright and said they were about to send Ginny up to see me.
Dinner was fine, as usual. I glanced to the teacher’s table whenever I could, to see Snape. He looked at me a few times, either because he was as bored as I was, or he was uncomfortable with me looking at him. He should be used to it by now though. I often found myself gazing at him while he was at his desk in class. I knew he wasn’t the evil professor everyone made him out to be. One more than one occasion we had shared walks around the building and I had always found him to be a charming man, deep down. I spent a lot of time in the library, reading muggle literature, while he would look for ingredients lists for certain potions. We realised we shared a passion for literature and I enjoyed discussing it with him. A few times we had been in the library until late and he had walked me back to the Gryffindor common room door.
Something had changed though. I didn’t know what, but the friendship deteriorated a little. We had less of our chats in the library and didn’t speak much outside of class. I didn’t love him any less. If anything, my feelings grew stronger day after day. I missed him. I could be talking to him in class, yet still miss him inside and the bond we used to have. Perhaps it was just me that felt the connection. Or maybe Dumbledore had warned him for getting too close to a student. We weren’t lovers, of course, but I could see how an outsider would have thought that. Borrowing books from each other, sharing walks through the halls after curfew; sweet little things that I may have blown out of proportion.
Ginny and I linked arms as we walked up to the Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron followed bd. d. I remember encouraging Ginny to go out on a date with Harry. It was obvious that Harry was crazy about the girl. Ginny, rather reluctantly, agreed to give in and let Harry treat her in the evening. Harry had fancied me a few months ago, so I was keen to find him a girlfriend.
Later that evening I was helping a nervous Ginny decide what dress to wear. In the end we chose a short white, strapped dress, teamed with a pair of my high heels and her diamond necklace. At 8pm, Harry was waiting in the common room for his date. I couldn’t help but notice that Harry should have been paying more attention to Ginny, not me. Sometimes I would feel uneasy sitting in the common room or in the dinner hall with Harry. I often caught him staring at me, only to see him quickly turn away when I caught him looking. I smiled uneasily at Harry and nudged Ginny towards him. They put Harry’s invisibility cloak over themselves and snuck out for what was supposed to be a romantic dinner.
Dinner was fine, as usual. I glanced to the teacher’s table whenever I could, to see Snape. He looked at me a few times, either because he was as bored as I was, or he was uncomfortable with me looking at him. He should be used to it by now though. I often found myself gazing at him while he was at his desk in class. I knew he wasn’t the evil professor everyone made him out to be. One more than one occasion we had shared walks around the building and I had always found him to be a charming man, deep down. I spent a lot of time in the library, reading muggle literature, while he would look for ingredients lists for certain potions. We realised we shared a passion for literature and I enjoyed discussing it with him. A few times we had been in the library until late and he had walked me back to the Gryffindor common room door.
Something had changed though. I didn’t know what, but the friendship deteriorated a little. We had less of our chats in the library and didn’t speak much outside of class. I didn’t love him any less. If anything, my feelings grew stronger day after day. I missed him. I could be talking to him in class, yet still miss him inside and the bond we used to have. Perhaps it was just me that felt the connection. Or maybe Dumbledore had warned him for getting too close to a student. We weren’t lovers, of course, but I could see how an outsider would have thought that. Borrowing books from each other, sharing walks through the halls after curfew; sweet little things that I may have blown out of proportion.
Ginny and I linked arms as we walked up to the Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron followed bd. d. I remember encouraging Ginny to go out on a date with Harry. It was obvious that Harry was crazy about the girl. Ginny, rather reluctantly, agreed to give in and let Harry treat her in the evening. Harry had fancied me a few months ago, so I was keen to find him a girlfriend.
Later that evening I was helping a nervous Ginny decide what dress to wear. In the end we chose a short white, strapped dress, teamed with a pair of my high heels and her diamond necklace. At 8pm, Harry was waiting in the common room for his date. I couldn’t help but notice that Harry should have been paying more attention to Ginny, not me. Sometimes I would feel uneasy sitting in the common room or in the dinner hall with Harry. I often caught him staring at me, only to see him quickly turn away when I caught him looking. I smiled uneasily at Harry and nudged Ginny towards him. They put Harry’s invisibility cloak over themselves and snuck out for what was supposed to be a romantic dinner.