The War of the Tainted Blood
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
5,046
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27
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Currently Reading:
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An end to something that might have been.
Chapter 6: An end to something that might have been.
Hermione wasn’t permitted to leave the infirmary for a good half hour after expressing her wish too. Madame Pomfrey was rather adamant on checking her over once more and then insisting she take a calming draught, before releasing her into her Head of House’s care.
Minerva kindly walked the girl too the Fat Lady’s painting. Before giving the portrait the password to enter Hermione turned to the older lady. “What…I mean do I have to go by Wallace now?”
Minerva patted the girls shoulder, “I don’t know dear, your still technically seventeen and will be for the next few weeks. Therefore I’m almost positive that James Wallace will want you too take on the family name and he’ll have the right to change it for you. What do you want?”
“I…I don’t know. I’m not sure.” Hermione frowned. “Things are just way too confusing anymore.”
“They’ll get better, dear. If you ever need to talk about anything, you know where to find me. Oh, too get to the Head Girl‘s suite you need to tap the last brick on the fireplace and state clearly diriger la fille a passage should open up.” Minerva assured the girl in a motherly tone, before walking away.
Hermione turned hesitantly towards the portrait, “Fosgail.” A hint of a smile crossed the young witch’s face as she acknowledged that the password was Gaelic for open. It gave her some kind of comfort that she could still rely on her knowledge. She stepped through the entrance and into the warmth of the familiar surroundings.
Ron and Harry were playing chess and looked up with concern in their eyes as they settled on her.
Then something that had been nagging at the back of her mind since she woke up wroke in the infirmary, surfaced and she winced. Oh hell Ron was her cousin! There went any flights of fancy she held for the protective red head.
“Hey, who’s winning?” She asked casually and rolled her eyes, “Forgive me that was a stupid question. Of course Ron is.”
“Hey!” Harry mumbled in mock hurt. Then turned serious, “You okay ‘Mione?”
“Yeah, I suppose as much as I can be given the circumstances.”
“You seem pretty calm… does this mean that your not my…cousin?” Ron asked softly, hedging away from looking at her directly.
“I…uh…Madame Pomfrey gave me a calming draught.” She replied avoiding his question.
“Does that mean that we are…you know cousins?” Ron’s adam’s apple bobbed, nervously.
Hermione shakily sat on the sofa in front of the fire, just because it was summer didn’t mean that the castle didn’t get chilly at night. She avoided looking at him. “Yes…”
Harry winced for the both of them and stood to sit with her. Ron followed closely behind, sitting on Hermione’s left.
“I’m sorry Ron, I didn’t know! I just found out this morning that I’m not my parents. I don’t know what to do or say.” She sobbed.
“Ssshhh…’Mione, it’ll work out.” Ron whispered and hugged her, Harry hugged her from the other side.
“We’re your friends and we’ll help you through this, you’ve been there for us, its about time it was our turn.” Harry comforted.
The three of them, the Golden Trio, sat there in silence comforting the brains of their small group, for a long time. The embers of the fire dimmed slightly before Harry unfolded his arms from Hermione and stood, stretching. “I think its time to head to bed. Class and all the lovely stuff in the morning.”
As Harry left, Hermione and Ron looked at each other, “Well, we might have been good together.” Hermione spoke regretfully.
Ron smiled weakly, “Well I think we would have eventually killed one another, maybe it’s a good thing that we won’t have to find out. I’d hate to ruin what we have.” He too stood glancing around sheepishly. “You’ll have your hands full soon enough.”
“What?” She asked confused.
He looked embarrassed, “Err… nothing really just that, you’re a beautiful and that some guy will snatch you up soon, and he’d have to be…smart for you to deal with him for long.” ‘Shit!’ He scrambled to fix his slip of tongue.
“Oh,” She blushed. “Good-night Ron.” She added softly looking into the flames.
He left her there and she stayed there for a while longer before heading to bed herself.
Hermione wasn’t permitted to leave the infirmary for a good half hour after expressing her wish too. Madame Pomfrey was rather adamant on checking her over once more and then insisting she take a calming draught, before releasing her into her Head of House’s care.
Minerva kindly walked the girl too the Fat Lady’s painting. Before giving the portrait the password to enter Hermione turned to the older lady. “What…I mean do I have to go by Wallace now?”
Minerva patted the girls shoulder, “I don’t know dear, your still technically seventeen and will be for the next few weeks. Therefore I’m almost positive that James Wallace will want you too take on the family name and he’ll have the right to change it for you. What do you want?”
“I…I don’t know. I’m not sure.” Hermione frowned. “Things are just way too confusing anymore.”
“They’ll get better, dear. If you ever need to talk about anything, you know where to find me. Oh, too get to the Head Girl‘s suite you need to tap the last brick on the fireplace and state clearly diriger la fille a passage should open up.” Minerva assured the girl in a motherly tone, before walking away.
Hermione turned hesitantly towards the portrait, “Fosgail.” A hint of a smile crossed the young witch’s face as she acknowledged that the password was Gaelic for open. It gave her some kind of comfort that she could still rely on her knowledge. She stepped through the entrance and into the warmth of the familiar surroundings.
Ron and Harry were playing chess and looked up with concern in their eyes as they settled on her.
Then something that had been nagging at the back of her mind since she woke up wroke in the infirmary, surfaced and she winced. Oh hell Ron was her cousin! There went any flights of fancy she held for the protective red head.
“Hey, who’s winning?” She asked casually and rolled her eyes, “Forgive me that was a stupid question. Of course Ron is.”
“Hey!” Harry mumbled in mock hurt. Then turned serious, “You okay ‘Mione?”
“Yeah, I suppose as much as I can be given the circumstances.”
“You seem pretty calm… does this mean that your not my…cousin?” Ron asked softly, hedging away from looking at her directly.
“I…uh…Madame Pomfrey gave me a calming draught.” She replied avoiding his question.
“Does that mean that we are…you know cousins?” Ron’s adam’s apple bobbed, nervously.
Hermione shakily sat on the sofa in front of the fire, just because it was summer didn’t mean that the castle didn’t get chilly at night. She avoided looking at him. “Yes…”
Harry winced for the both of them and stood to sit with her. Ron followed closely behind, sitting on Hermione’s left.
“I’m sorry Ron, I didn’t know! I just found out this morning that I’m not my parents. I don’t know what to do or say.” She sobbed.
“Ssshhh…’Mione, it’ll work out.” Ron whispered and hugged her, Harry hugged her from the other side.
“We’re your friends and we’ll help you through this, you’ve been there for us, its about time it was our turn.” Harry comforted.
The three of them, the Golden Trio, sat there in silence comforting the brains of their small group, for a long time. The embers of the fire dimmed slightly before Harry unfolded his arms from Hermione and stood, stretching. “I think its time to head to bed. Class and all the lovely stuff in the morning.”
As Harry left, Hermione and Ron looked at each other, “Well, we might have been good together.” Hermione spoke regretfully.
Ron smiled weakly, “Well I think we would have eventually killed one another, maybe it’s a good thing that we won’t have to find out. I’d hate to ruin what we have.” He too stood glancing around sheepishly. “You’ll have your hands full soon enough.”
“What?” She asked confused.
He looked embarrassed, “Err… nothing really just that, you’re a beautiful and that some guy will snatch you up soon, and he’d have to be…smart for you to deal with him for long.” ‘Shit!’ He scrambled to fix his slip of tongue.
“Oh,” She blushed. “Good-night Ron.” She added softly looking into the flames.
He left her there and she stayed there for a while longer before heading to bed herself.