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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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4,440
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17
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1
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Disclaimer: 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.
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Where do we go from here? Once again edited by Desiraes0220 and Tenar10
CH 3:
Hermione’s memories
I can remember when we started to drift apart, it happened this summer. At the end of last year when Death Eaters had invaded the castle Harry, myself and Ron had a fight with Voldemort. It was very brutal and Harry nearly died.
After the battle we all returned to number 12 Grimmauld place and that’s when it started. The guys started to talk less and less to me, Ginny hardly ever spoke to me and when ever I entered a room they always fell into silence. At the time I thought nothing of it, I was too busy researching the veil and all the mysteries surrounding it, hoping to find a way to get Sirius back, and in the end I managed too.
Other people began ignoring me as well, Mrs. Weasley began to speak less and less to me not that I minded the lack of “a proper witch does this and does that and cares about this” that she usually talked to me about. Bill and Charlie hardly ever spoke to me anyway so I didn’t see any difference there, Fleur well, Fleur either hated me anyway or was always indifferent when it came to me. And other younger members of the order also began to ignore me. I hadn’t actually realized how bad it was until we came back to school.
The only time most people spoke to me was when they needed something, apart from then there was only silence around me.
These last two weeks have been especially hard; it is as though the whole school has turned against me. The only people that speak to me now are Remus, Sirius ,the teachers, the Headmaster (he was always friendly to damn near anyone no matter who they were unless they harmed one of his precious students) and any one who wants help. It was like being in the muggle world again, the odd one looking in. I was once again feeling like the freak on the outside; it was depressing really.
My appointment with Professor Dumbledore wasn’t really helpful he advised me that should anyone propose to me that I should not take the offer without consulting him first and that he was working on making sure that if the Ministry chooses someone for me that that person would be trustworthy. Well the two week have passed now.
The ministry list should come out soon stating who I have to marry, there was no chance of finding someone appropriate to marry me, Ron was right, no one proposed or anything, I mean who would? The whole school was standing by the “Boy- who- lived-to-finally-vanquish-the- greatest-evil-of-all-time in his I-now-hate-the-know-it-all Granger phase. Who in their right mind would want some one as bossy, plain or buck toothed as me? When they don’t even get to be associated with the great Harry Potter now that I am not his friend anymore? The answer was, no one, not that I can blame them really.
I feel sorry for who ever it is that I have to get married to. I really do. I’m on my way to see the list of people who like me have not been proposed to or didn’t find a suitable spouse. There are not a lot of us, about 20 altogether some are crying; they obviously do not like their husbands or wives to-be.
As I draw closer they all suddenly get quiet and look at each other, I step forward and look for my name, I see and the name opposite it. My breath catches in my throat damn. No this is dreadful; no wonder they are all staring. Hell if I was one of them I would stare too. It was then that the whispers began.
“I don’t know who I feel sorry for her, or him!” “Poor thing marrying him, and I thought mine was bad” “unlucky sods” I begin to walk away, to get away from the whispers. Not him. Why him? Does god really hate me that much? What was Dumbledore thinking this is his rest assured I’ll make sure it’s someone trust worthy and that you can finish your schooling solution?
I can't believe it; as I turn the corner I bump into someone, but not just any someone, my future husband. I look up at him and he doesn‘t look happy at all. Oh god well here goes, “Hello Professor Snape, I think we need to talk."
Hope you liked it.
Just a note to say, yes Hermione is depressed and has a lack of self-confidence and what seems like the worst luck ever. It will become clear why later on the story. Remember almost everyone is way OOC in this story.
CH 3:
Hermione’s memories
I can remember when we started to drift apart, it happened this summer. At the end of last year when Death Eaters had invaded the castle Harry, myself and Ron had a fight with Voldemort. It was very brutal and Harry nearly died.
After the battle we all returned to number 12 Grimmauld place and that’s when it started. The guys started to talk less and less to me, Ginny hardly ever spoke to me and when ever I entered a room they always fell into silence. At the time I thought nothing of it, I was too busy researching the veil and all the mysteries surrounding it, hoping to find a way to get Sirius back, and in the end I managed too.
Other people began ignoring me as well, Mrs. Weasley began to speak less and less to me not that I minded the lack of “a proper witch does this and does that and cares about this” that she usually talked to me about. Bill and Charlie hardly ever spoke to me anyway so I didn’t see any difference there, Fleur well, Fleur either hated me anyway or was always indifferent when it came to me. And other younger members of the order also began to ignore me. I hadn’t actually realized how bad it was until we came back to school.
The only time most people spoke to me was when they needed something, apart from then there was only silence around me.
These last two weeks have been especially hard; it is as though the whole school has turned against me. The only people that speak to me now are Remus, Sirius ,the teachers, the Headmaster (he was always friendly to damn near anyone no matter who they were unless they harmed one of his precious students) and any one who wants help. It was like being in the muggle world again, the odd one looking in. I was once again feeling like the freak on the outside; it was depressing really.
My appointment with Professor Dumbledore wasn’t really helpful he advised me that should anyone propose to me that I should not take the offer without consulting him first and that he was working on making sure that if the Ministry chooses someone for me that that person would be trustworthy. Well the two week have passed now.
The ministry list should come out soon stating who I have to marry, there was no chance of finding someone appropriate to marry me, Ron was right, no one proposed or anything, I mean who would? The whole school was standing by the “Boy- who- lived-to-finally-vanquish-the- greatest-evil-of-all-time in his I-now-hate-the-know-it-all Granger phase. Who in their right mind would want some one as bossy, plain or buck toothed as me? When they don’t even get to be associated with the great Harry Potter now that I am not his friend anymore? The answer was, no one, not that I can blame them really.
I feel sorry for who ever it is that I have to get married to. I really do. I’m on my way to see the list of people who like me have not been proposed to or didn’t find a suitable spouse. There are not a lot of us, about 20 altogether some are crying; they obviously do not like their husbands or wives to-be.
As I draw closer they all suddenly get quiet and look at each other, I step forward and look for my name, I see and the name opposite it. My breath catches in my throat damn. No this is dreadful; no wonder they are all staring. Hell if I was one of them I would stare too. It was then that the whispers began.
“I don’t know who I feel sorry for her, or him!” “Poor thing marrying him, and I thought mine was bad” “unlucky sods” I begin to walk away, to get away from the whispers. Not him. Why him? Does god really hate me that much? What was Dumbledore thinking this is his rest assured I’ll make sure it’s someone trust worthy and that you can finish your schooling solution?
I can't believe it; as I turn the corner I bump into someone, but not just any someone, my future husband. I look up at him and he doesn‘t look happy at all. Oh god well here goes, “Hello Professor Snape, I think we need to talk."
Hope you liked it.
Just a note to say, yes Hermione is depressed and has a lack of self-confidence and what seems like the worst luck ever. It will become clear why later on the story. Remember almost everyone is way OOC in this story.