Remember When It Rained
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
5,152
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 Five
Remember When It Rained
Chapter Five
No More and No More Pride
Monday morning dawned bright and clear through Hermione’s window, the gentle light of the rising Sun waking her. At some point in the night, Crookshanks had curled against her and was sleeping soundly. Hermione stroked his fur languidly as she allowed herself to awaken more fully.
After a time she sighed as Crookshanks stood and stretched, nuzzled her hand and then jumped from the bed.
“I should get up too,” she muttered. Tossing the covers aside she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched her arms in the air and inhaled deeply. Standing she knuckled her scalp and then gently rubbed her face.
“Wake up Ginny,” she muttered shaking her friend’s shoulder. “I leave for Hogwarts in an hour or so and it’s your morning to make breakfast.”
“Muuff,” was the muffled reply as her friend rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head.
“Yea yea yea. I’m going to shower see you down stairs.”
A little while later Hermione made her way into the kitchen and took her seat at the table. This was her favorite room at Grimmauld Place, it always smelled like home and thanks to the efforts of Molly it was a cheerful room.
“Morning Mione,” Harry muttered into his cup offeoffee. “Today’s the big day.”
“Yea,” said Fred. “We were going to have a wake for you, but mum said no.”
“Ha ha,” she replied as she served herself a plateful of eggs and sausage. “He really isn’t all that bad you know.”
“Please Hermione! He’s a git!” Ron exclaimed as he walked into the room. “I don’t know how you managed an entire day in Diagon Alley with him!”
Hermione rather viciously speared a piece of sausage with her fork and threw a glare at her friend.
w upw up Ronald Weasley! Maybe if you spent a day with him you’d think differently. Besides, you and Harry both are going to have to spend a lot of time with him as members of the Order so you may as well get over it already!”
“I can’t believe that you are actually serious about this Hermione,” Harry said quietly. “I mean he’s always hated us, since our first day on his class. He’s did his best to have Sirius handed over to the Dementors, he fucked up any chance that Professor Lupin had at staying at Hogwarts, and he favors his damn Slytherin sycophants constantly.”
“Your point Harry?” she said her eyebrow rose in derision.
“See you are even mimicking that eyebrow thing he does, Mione. What are we supposed to think? You spend all of last year running into him, you actually want to apprentice with him and you take up for him at almost every turn. Maybe the rumors aren’t rumors. Maybe they are true.”
A frosty silence fell on the room, chasing the cheerfulness out. Hermione stared at her friend, trying to comprehend what he had just said. Anger washed though her in a fast moving wave, flushing her cheeks and lighting fire in her eyes. As if of its own volition her hand snapped across his face, the slap of flesh on flesh shattering the silence.
“How dare you!” she shouted as she stood, her chair tipping backward to the floor. Fred grabbed Harry as he lunged toward her with a growl.
“You bastard! Severus Snape has done everything in his power to protect you from Voldemort-starting in your first damn year and continuing into this last one and you don’t appreciate him! You sit there and criticize me for wanting to pursue a career with one of the finest minds in the world and accuse me of –of fucking him! Why because I wouldn’t go with you?”
“Mione!” Ron shouted.
She swung to face him, “Don’t Mione me Ronald Weasley! You’re just as bad as Harry and I am sick of the lot of you! I am sick of you incessant talk of Quidditch, carrying the both of you through your course because you’re too lazy to study and I am sick of your babyish attitude toward a man who has done more to save us all from Voldemort than the two of you put together!”
She turned and strode toward the door. “And so I am leaving now and I don’t expect to hear from any of you for the remainder of the summer unless it’s to apologize to me and to Professor Snape!”
Ignoring the glares and disbelieving looks from her friends and turned and pushed the door with all of the remaining anger in her. It obliged her with an outward swing into a solid figure behind it.
‘No, oh Gods please don’t let it be’ she thought as she slowly opened the door and peeked behind it ‘him.’
“Oh Merlin! Professor I am so sorry!” she whispered through trembling lips as she looked at the sprawled figure of her new Master, blood running from his nose.
Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, or in Severus Snapes case, they end up sprawled on the floor with a broken nose.
He should have known better, but the sound of a slap echoing in the hall led him to investigate, which led him to eavesdrop on Hermione Grangers rather loud defense of himself.
Just when he thought he was past the age where things surprised him, Miss Granger proved him wrong.
Still it wouldn’t do to let her get away with yet another in a series of run- ins with him, even though to be fair he was a bit early in his arrival.
“Miss Granger,” he hissed as pain sliced though his head with each beat of his heart. Ignoring her offered hand he sat up and then slowly rose to his feet as he pinched his nose to quell the bleeding. “Don’t say another word, just get your trunk and be ready to leave as soon as I stop this bleeding.”
“Sir, I-“
“No! I don’t want you to help me Miss Granger. You’ve done quite enough for one day.”
“Fine then, I shant offer sir!” she said. “And you might change your tone you know. You were the one listening in on the sly and from behind a door too!”
She turned on her heel and marched up the stairs setting the portrait of Mrs. Black off on a fresh rant about filthy mud bloods. “Shut up already you old hag!” she yelled at it from the top of the stairs and stomped to her room, slamming the door shut.
A/N I know it’s short. My muse is being stingy but I am currently working on the rest of the fic, which will have longer chapters and eventually lemons. Lots and lots of lemons.
Live long and prosper.
Chapter Five
No More and No More Pride
Monday morning dawned bright and clear through Hermione’s window, the gentle light of the rising Sun waking her. At some point in the night, Crookshanks had curled against her and was sleeping soundly. Hermione stroked his fur languidly as she allowed herself to awaken more fully.
After a time she sighed as Crookshanks stood and stretched, nuzzled her hand and then jumped from the bed.
“I should get up too,” she muttered. Tossing the covers aside she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched her arms in the air and inhaled deeply. Standing she knuckled her scalp and then gently rubbed her face.
“Wake up Ginny,” she muttered shaking her friend’s shoulder. “I leave for Hogwarts in an hour or so and it’s your morning to make breakfast.”
“Muuff,” was the muffled reply as her friend rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head.
“Yea yea yea. I’m going to shower see you down stairs.”
A little while later Hermione made her way into the kitchen and took her seat at the table. This was her favorite room at Grimmauld Place, it always smelled like home and thanks to the efforts of Molly it was a cheerful room.
“Morning Mione,” Harry muttered into his cup offeoffee. “Today’s the big day.”
“Yea,” said Fred. “We were going to have a wake for you, but mum said no.”
“Ha ha,” she replied as she served herself a plateful of eggs and sausage. “He really isn’t all that bad you know.”
“Please Hermione! He’s a git!” Ron exclaimed as he walked into the room. “I don’t know how you managed an entire day in Diagon Alley with him!”
Hermione rather viciously speared a piece of sausage with her fork and threw a glare at her friend.
w upw up Ronald Weasley! Maybe if you spent a day with him you’d think differently. Besides, you and Harry both are going to have to spend a lot of time with him as members of the Order so you may as well get over it already!”
“I can’t believe that you are actually serious about this Hermione,” Harry said quietly. “I mean he’s always hated us, since our first day on his class. He’s did his best to have Sirius handed over to the Dementors, he fucked up any chance that Professor Lupin had at staying at Hogwarts, and he favors his damn Slytherin sycophants constantly.”
“Your point Harry?” she said her eyebrow rose in derision.
“See you are even mimicking that eyebrow thing he does, Mione. What are we supposed to think? You spend all of last year running into him, you actually want to apprentice with him and you take up for him at almost every turn. Maybe the rumors aren’t rumors. Maybe they are true.”
A frosty silence fell on the room, chasing the cheerfulness out. Hermione stared at her friend, trying to comprehend what he had just said. Anger washed though her in a fast moving wave, flushing her cheeks and lighting fire in her eyes. As if of its own volition her hand snapped across his face, the slap of flesh on flesh shattering the silence.
“How dare you!” she shouted as she stood, her chair tipping backward to the floor. Fred grabbed Harry as he lunged toward her with a growl.
“You bastard! Severus Snape has done everything in his power to protect you from Voldemort-starting in your first damn year and continuing into this last one and you don’t appreciate him! You sit there and criticize me for wanting to pursue a career with one of the finest minds in the world and accuse me of –of fucking him! Why because I wouldn’t go with you?”
“Mione!” Ron shouted.
She swung to face him, “Don’t Mione me Ronald Weasley! You’re just as bad as Harry and I am sick of the lot of you! I am sick of you incessant talk of Quidditch, carrying the both of you through your course because you’re too lazy to study and I am sick of your babyish attitude toward a man who has done more to save us all from Voldemort than the two of you put together!”
She turned and strode toward the door. “And so I am leaving now and I don’t expect to hear from any of you for the remainder of the summer unless it’s to apologize to me and to Professor Snape!”
Ignoring the glares and disbelieving looks from her friends and turned and pushed the door with all of the remaining anger in her. It obliged her with an outward swing into a solid figure behind it.
‘No, oh Gods please don’t let it be’ she thought as she slowly opened the door and peeked behind it ‘him.’
“Oh Merlin! Professor I am so sorry!” she whispered through trembling lips as she looked at the sprawled figure of her new Master, blood running from his nose.
Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, or in Severus Snapes case, they end up sprawled on the floor with a broken nose.
He should have known better, but the sound of a slap echoing in the hall led him to investigate, which led him to eavesdrop on Hermione Grangers rather loud defense of himself.
Just when he thought he was past the age where things surprised him, Miss Granger proved him wrong.
Still it wouldn’t do to let her get away with yet another in a series of run- ins with him, even though to be fair he was a bit early in his arrival.
“Miss Granger,” he hissed as pain sliced though his head with each beat of his heart. Ignoring her offered hand he sat up and then slowly rose to his feet as he pinched his nose to quell the bleeding. “Don’t say another word, just get your trunk and be ready to leave as soon as I stop this bleeding.”
“Sir, I-“
“No! I don’t want you to help me Miss Granger. You’ve done quite enough for one day.”
“Fine then, I shant offer sir!” she said. “And you might change your tone you know. You were the one listening in on the sly and from behind a door too!”
She turned on her heel and marched up the stairs setting the portrait of Mrs. Black off on a fresh rant about filthy mud bloods. “Shut up already you old hag!” she yelled at it from the top of the stairs and stomped to her room, slamming the door shut.
A/N I know it’s short. My muse is being stingy but I am currently working on the rest of the fic, which will have longer chapters and eventually lemons. Lots and lots of lemons.
Live long and prosper.