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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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3,618
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26
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Chapter Three
Severus’ long flashback (the one you don’t recognize) is coming from another story of mine, Snivellus Avenged (not yet complete, but there is a new chapter), which can be found at: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600015178
Thanks for reviewing, you make me smile!
Chapter Three
Severus sighed. His day was almost over; one class left until Monday was over. Sometimes time passed so slowly. The highlight of his day had yet to happen, however. Slytherin/Gryffindor double potions. He would make those awful, nasty brats pay; no one should have to suffer the way Miss Granger had, the way he had. As he tried to plan his means of making their miserable lives hell, his own past came to mind in a most unfortunate way.
***
You disgusting, oily git!” With that, James Potter proceeded to shove Severus into the wall with more force than was strictly necessary. It felt so good the first time, he could not restrain himself from doing it several times more, watching Severus’ head snap back and forth, hitting the stone wall more than once.
Severus was no match for James, not physically, and not yet with his wand. The pain in the back of his skull was causing him to see bright flashes of light, and feel nauseous; he stared hard into the oncoming blackness, feeling a warmth coming over him, everything would be alright, they’d find his body and heal him, and Potter would be expelled at long last…
“Don’t you dare, don’t you DARE! Not while I’m talking to you, you worthless piece of filth. You aren’t worth the ground she walks on, you know that? She would never, never have you. But she’s going to have me… I’m going to be her first. How does that make you feel?” Just for emphasis, James shook Severus once more. “You know what? I want to hear you say it. Go ahead, Snivellus, say it.”
Incensed at Severus’ blank stare, James tried again, “Listen here, you ugly fuck. Say it if you want to walk out of this corridor under your own power.”
Severus felt the increasingly familiar sensation of tears rising in his eyes. Why should it hurt more to admit it to -him- than it did when he told himself daily? The answer was simple; to say it out loud was to admit defeat to James Potter… again. In a real way. Still, he was a Slytherin and self-preservation instincts were beginning to kick in. He only hoped he would not sound as anguished as he felt.
Choking back a sob and steeling himself, Severus began in a hushed voice, “I’m not worth the ground Lily walks on, and she would never have me.”
***
The disembodied fatigue brought on by this memory was almost as severe as that which he had been experiencing at the time.
Severus just lay down and took whatever the Marauders thought to send his way. But that was different; -they- were not his friends, nor had they ever pretended to be. Enemies were one thing, but one should never have to take such abuse from friends.
What was it about this situation with Miss Granger that had him so fixated? He had pondered this point to exhaustion and the only thing he could come up with was that he was exhibiting something akin to compassion—she was a, what, precisely? A kindred spirit? Someone else who was viciously victimized, violated by someone who was supposed to be a friend.
***
“Fine, I won’t bother in future. And I’d wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.”
***
Severus was startled back to reality as the sound of students congregating outside the door of his classroom could no longer be ignored. Gathering his usual teaching persona, he opened the door and sharply ordered the students into the classroom. He wasn’t happy, and even Slytherin would pay this afternoon.
Because of its advanced level, the class was relatively small, but the students were more or less all high strung intellectuals, which meant that class had to start on time and end on time—most of their schedules were packed, and they wanted to learn all they could in the allotted time. No Weasleys or Potters in this class; that was tomorrow, and what a day it would be. While all of her classmates were guilty of not helping her, they were the primary offenders.
After putting the instructions on the blackboard, Severus sat back down at his desk and started to mark first years’ exams. Pitiful.
In the final hour of class, a small sniff caught his attention; Miss Granger was crying over her potion. That could be dangerous, he needed to intervene. If her tears reacted badly with the potion there could be injuries and he couldn’t allow that.
His options were limited. If he called her out in class, it would probably embarrass her and make the situation that much worse. He could send her to the hospital wing, but there was nothing physically wrong with her.
Making up his mind, he rose from is desk and approached her. When he was at her work area, he spoke just loudly enough for the closest students to hear.
“Miss Granger, your potion is complete, bring a sample to my desk. The rest of you will do the same. You, Miss Granger, will accompany me to my office to fetch the items tomorrow’s classes will require; the rest of you are dismissed.”
Professor Snape never ended class early, but the reprieve was welcome as there was always other work to do. The class left silently until the two of them were left alone. She was the first to speak.
“I want to thank you, again, Professor. For last night. You… you helped me.” Hermione’s voice was uncharacteristically small and she did not meet his eyes.
“Do you realize what you nearly did, you silly girl? You could have blown up my classroom,” he snapped, but there was no venom.
“I’m so-sorry,” she hiccoughed, tearing up.
“Oh, don’t start that again!” Severus never could stand to see women cry.
She jumped; his voice had been harsher than he had intended.
“Look,” he said in a carefully measured tone, “this is a difficult time for you, Miss Granger, but it does not excuse carelessness.” He paused before continuing, “What are your plans for the evening?”
“M-m-my p-p-plans, sir?”
“Yes, Miss Granger. What do you intend to do after dinner?”
“Well… I don’t have any plans, I suppose. Why are you asking, sir?”
“Because, Miss Granger, you clearly need a distraction. Allowing your… troubles… to consume so many of your thoughts, so much of your time, is not healthy.”
She looked at him, finally. No doubt his behavior was utterly baffling to her, but he wasn’t a heartless bastard, no matter how long he had been required to play that role, it was never who he was.
“Why don’t you come back here after dinner? You can assist me in supplying the hospital wing with the potions they require.”
“Thank you, sir, I will.” Finally she had stopped that pathetic stuttering.
“See that you do, Miss Granger. You are dismissed.”
He watched her leave. What the hell? Had he taken leave of his senses? Compassion had finally overcome the darkness and snarkiness that was Severus Snape. What an interesting development.
‘Don’t overthink it, Severus,’ he told himself, ‘it is nothing. Just two miserable intellectuals getting together to do tedious work.’
Preparing for dinner, Severus shook his head. Why did that not sound quite right?
A/N: I don’t do this without a plan. Before I started posting stories here, I bought stock in Kleenex. I’ll double my holdings if I decide to address the five stages of grief challenge I saw a few weeks ago. I would just like to reassure everyone, Ron will get his and there will be a happy ending.
Thanks for reviewing, you make me smile!
Chapter Three
Severus sighed. His day was almost over; one class left until Monday was over. Sometimes time passed so slowly. The highlight of his day had yet to happen, however. Slytherin/Gryffindor double potions. He would make those awful, nasty brats pay; no one should have to suffer the way Miss Granger had, the way he had. As he tried to plan his means of making their miserable lives hell, his own past came to mind in a most unfortunate way.
***
You disgusting, oily git!” With that, James Potter proceeded to shove Severus into the wall with more force than was strictly necessary. It felt so good the first time, he could not restrain himself from doing it several times more, watching Severus’ head snap back and forth, hitting the stone wall more than once.
Severus was no match for James, not physically, and not yet with his wand. The pain in the back of his skull was causing him to see bright flashes of light, and feel nauseous; he stared hard into the oncoming blackness, feeling a warmth coming over him, everything would be alright, they’d find his body and heal him, and Potter would be expelled at long last…
“Don’t you dare, don’t you DARE! Not while I’m talking to you, you worthless piece of filth. You aren’t worth the ground she walks on, you know that? She would never, never have you. But she’s going to have me… I’m going to be her first. How does that make you feel?” Just for emphasis, James shook Severus once more. “You know what? I want to hear you say it. Go ahead, Snivellus, say it.”
Incensed at Severus’ blank stare, James tried again, “Listen here, you ugly fuck. Say it if you want to walk out of this corridor under your own power.”
Severus felt the increasingly familiar sensation of tears rising in his eyes. Why should it hurt more to admit it to -him- than it did when he told himself daily? The answer was simple; to say it out loud was to admit defeat to James Potter… again. In a real way. Still, he was a Slytherin and self-preservation instincts were beginning to kick in. He only hoped he would not sound as anguished as he felt.
Choking back a sob and steeling himself, Severus began in a hushed voice, “I’m not worth the ground Lily walks on, and she would never have me.”
***
The disembodied fatigue brought on by this memory was almost as severe as that which he had been experiencing at the time.
Severus just lay down and took whatever the Marauders thought to send his way. But that was different; -they- were not his friends, nor had they ever pretended to be. Enemies were one thing, but one should never have to take such abuse from friends.
What was it about this situation with Miss Granger that had him so fixated? He had pondered this point to exhaustion and the only thing he could come up with was that he was exhibiting something akin to compassion—she was a, what, precisely? A kindred spirit? Someone else who was viciously victimized, violated by someone who was supposed to be a friend.
***
“Fine, I won’t bother in future. And I’d wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.”
***
Severus was startled back to reality as the sound of students congregating outside the door of his classroom could no longer be ignored. Gathering his usual teaching persona, he opened the door and sharply ordered the students into the classroom. He wasn’t happy, and even Slytherin would pay this afternoon.
Because of its advanced level, the class was relatively small, but the students were more or less all high strung intellectuals, which meant that class had to start on time and end on time—most of their schedules were packed, and they wanted to learn all they could in the allotted time. No Weasleys or Potters in this class; that was tomorrow, and what a day it would be. While all of her classmates were guilty of not helping her, they were the primary offenders.
After putting the instructions on the blackboard, Severus sat back down at his desk and started to mark first years’ exams. Pitiful.
In the final hour of class, a small sniff caught his attention; Miss Granger was crying over her potion. That could be dangerous, he needed to intervene. If her tears reacted badly with the potion there could be injuries and he couldn’t allow that.
His options were limited. If he called her out in class, it would probably embarrass her and make the situation that much worse. He could send her to the hospital wing, but there was nothing physically wrong with her.
Making up his mind, he rose from is desk and approached her. When he was at her work area, he spoke just loudly enough for the closest students to hear.
“Miss Granger, your potion is complete, bring a sample to my desk. The rest of you will do the same. You, Miss Granger, will accompany me to my office to fetch the items tomorrow’s classes will require; the rest of you are dismissed.”
Professor Snape never ended class early, but the reprieve was welcome as there was always other work to do. The class left silently until the two of them were left alone. She was the first to speak.
“I want to thank you, again, Professor. For last night. You… you helped me.” Hermione’s voice was uncharacteristically small and she did not meet his eyes.
“Do you realize what you nearly did, you silly girl? You could have blown up my classroom,” he snapped, but there was no venom.
“I’m so-sorry,” she hiccoughed, tearing up.
“Oh, don’t start that again!” Severus never could stand to see women cry.
She jumped; his voice had been harsher than he had intended.
“Look,” he said in a carefully measured tone, “this is a difficult time for you, Miss Granger, but it does not excuse carelessness.” He paused before continuing, “What are your plans for the evening?”
“M-m-my p-p-plans, sir?”
“Yes, Miss Granger. What do you intend to do after dinner?”
“Well… I don’t have any plans, I suppose. Why are you asking, sir?”
“Because, Miss Granger, you clearly need a distraction. Allowing your… troubles… to consume so many of your thoughts, so much of your time, is not healthy.”
She looked at him, finally. No doubt his behavior was utterly baffling to her, but he wasn’t a heartless bastard, no matter how long he had been required to play that role, it was never who he was.
“Why don’t you come back here after dinner? You can assist me in supplying the hospital wing with the potions they require.”
“Thank you, sir, I will.” Finally she had stopped that pathetic stuttering.
“See that you do, Miss Granger. You are dismissed.”
He watched her leave. What the hell? Had he taken leave of his senses? Compassion had finally overcome the darkness and snarkiness that was Severus Snape. What an interesting development.
‘Don’t overthink it, Severus,’ he told himself, ‘it is nothing. Just two miserable intellectuals getting together to do tedious work.’
Preparing for dinner, Severus shook his head. Why did that not sound quite right?
A/N: I don’t do this without a plan. Before I started posting stories here, I bought stock in Kleenex. I’ll double my holdings if I decide to address the five stages of grief challenge I saw a few weeks ago. I would just like to reassure everyone, Ron will get his and there will be a happy ending.