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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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13,130
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54
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1
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0
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Stress Relievers
Hermione ran back up to her Head Girl room. The moment she got there she pulled open her desk drawer, intending to get another razor. She had a whole box of them. Instead of finding her box of razors, however, she found a roll of note.
Miss Granger,
I had the house elves take all the razor blades out of your room. They also brought up your dinner. You should eat something. Your shaving razor is now bladeless but I charmed it to work properly.
Sincerely,
Professor S. Snape
The scream that Hermione let out could have alerted most of the castle had she not thrown up a silencing charm. ‘Bloody interfering over grown bat! He’s insufferable. How dare he have the house elves go through my room? Well I’ll show him. There’s more than one way to relieve stress.’ Hogwarts was relatively quiet that night. Hermione forewent dinner and went to bed after a quick shower. For once though, it was a peaceful sleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The magical alarm clock floated around Hermione’s head just out of reach. Hermione stuffed a pillow over her head only to have the alarm get louder.
“ALRIGHT! I’m up. Geez.” Rolling out of bed she walked to her bathroom as the alarm shut itself off and set down on the bedside table. She pulled up her hair and changed into her running clothes: a pair of windbreakers, a sports bra, and her trainers.
As everyone else was waking up and heading to breakfast Hermione headed outside toward the lake. Before setting off around the lake she stretched her legs a little. Checking her watch once more she set off around the lake. Her thoughts wondered as the ground passed beneath her.
I know Snape is right. I know cutting isn’t healthy. But at least I’m smart about it. Yeah, the cuts can get kinda deep sometimes. But they’re never so deep that they can’t heal. And they do scar, but I like having the scars. They remind me of where I’ve been and what made me who I am. And if it wasn’t cutting, it’d just be something else. At least I’m not doing drugs or drinking heavily. Gods know I have connections for both. And I’m not letting it interfere with my school work. I have yet to miss a class or an assignment. I just like the feeling of it. It’s entrancing. Kinda like watching fire. Watching my blood flow puts me at peace. And what am I supposed to find to replace it? The only other thing I have is running and I can only do that but so much. And it obviously wouldn’t be safe to run around here at night. So what am I supposed to do if I get upset in the middle of the night? Wait. I bet the Room of Requirement could give me what I want. And Snape couldn’t do anything about it.
Her thoughts continued to wander and soon she had circled the lake twice until her watch beeped to say it was almost time for class. She ran all the way to her room so she could have time for a quick shower.
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The rest of the week passed quickly. Each morning she woke up and ran around the lake as many times possible before showering and going to class. At lunch she would go to the Room of Requirement. She was pleasantly surprised. All she thought was that she needed some way to relieve stress each time she went. The first time it was weight room that had any and every possible piece of equipment she could imagine. It was a weight room about every other trip. The other times varied between a small library of only her favorite books or swimming pool. By dinner time Ron was bugging her so much about not spending any time with him that she had to eat dinner with him.
“Hermione I almost never see you any more.” Ron whined over dinner Friday night. “I still don’t know how you’re even alive. You haven’t eaten breakfast r lunch in the past week. What do you do all the time anyways?”
“Of course I’ve been eating. Don’t be silly. I’ve just been eating in my room so I could get some work done.” Hermione pushed the food around on her plate.
“Well, will you at least go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? Please? I miss you Hermione.”
“Fine, but Sunday I need to get some work done. What time do you want to leave in the morning?”
“Around eleven. Meet me in the common room?” Ron was smiling from ear to ear.
“Okay. Well I’m going to head back to my room. Good night Ron.”
“Night ‘Mione.”
As soon as Hermione got to her room she went straight to the bathroom and threw up. Then she went to bed crying. I don’t know why I’m doing that. It does make me feel better most of the time. Well it doesn’t matter. I could stop whenever I want. I just don’t want to yet. Yes, that’s all. It’s not that big of a deal anyways.
Miss Granger,
I had the house elves take all the razor blades out of your room. They also brought up your dinner. You should eat something. Your shaving razor is now bladeless but I charmed it to work properly.
Sincerely,
Professor S. Snape
The scream that Hermione let out could have alerted most of the castle had she not thrown up a silencing charm. ‘Bloody interfering over grown bat! He’s insufferable. How dare he have the house elves go through my room? Well I’ll show him. There’s more than one way to relieve stress.’ Hogwarts was relatively quiet that night. Hermione forewent dinner and went to bed after a quick shower. For once though, it was a peaceful sleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The magical alarm clock floated around Hermione’s head just out of reach. Hermione stuffed a pillow over her head only to have the alarm get louder.
“ALRIGHT! I’m up. Geez.” Rolling out of bed she walked to her bathroom as the alarm shut itself off and set down on the bedside table. She pulled up her hair and changed into her running clothes: a pair of windbreakers, a sports bra, and her trainers.
As everyone else was waking up and heading to breakfast Hermione headed outside toward the lake. Before setting off around the lake she stretched her legs a little. Checking her watch once more she set off around the lake. Her thoughts wondered as the ground passed beneath her.
I know Snape is right. I know cutting isn’t healthy. But at least I’m smart about it. Yeah, the cuts can get kinda deep sometimes. But they’re never so deep that they can’t heal. And they do scar, but I like having the scars. They remind me of where I’ve been and what made me who I am. And if it wasn’t cutting, it’d just be something else. At least I’m not doing drugs or drinking heavily. Gods know I have connections for both. And I’m not letting it interfere with my school work. I have yet to miss a class or an assignment. I just like the feeling of it. It’s entrancing. Kinda like watching fire. Watching my blood flow puts me at peace. And what am I supposed to find to replace it? The only other thing I have is running and I can only do that but so much. And it obviously wouldn’t be safe to run around here at night. So what am I supposed to do if I get upset in the middle of the night? Wait. I bet the Room of Requirement could give me what I want. And Snape couldn’t do anything about it.
Her thoughts continued to wander and soon she had circled the lake twice until her watch beeped to say it was almost time for class. She ran all the way to her room so she could have time for a quick shower.
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The rest of the week passed quickly. Each morning she woke up and ran around the lake as many times possible before showering and going to class. At lunch she would go to the Room of Requirement. She was pleasantly surprised. All she thought was that she needed some way to relieve stress each time she went. The first time it was weight room that had any and every possible piece of equipment she could imagine. It was a weight room about every other trip. The other times varied between a small library of only her favorite books or swimming pool. By dinner time Ron was bugging her so much about not spending any time with him that she had to eat dinner with him.
“Hermione I almost never see you any more.” Ron whined over dinner Friday night. “I still don’t know how you’re even alive. You haven’t eaten breakfast r lunch in the past week. What do you do all the time anyways?”
“Of course I’ve been eating. Don’t be silly. I’ve just been eating in my room so I could get some work done.” Hermione pushed the food around on her plate.
“Well, will you at least go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? Please? I miss you Hermione.”
“Fine, but Sunday I need to get some work done. What time do you want to leave in the morning?”
“Around eleven. Meet me in the common room?” Ron was smiling from ear to ear.
“Okay. Well I’m going to head back to my room. Good night Ron.”
“Night ‘Mione.”
As soon as Hermione got to her room she went straight to the bathroom and threw up. Then she went to bed crying. I don’t know why I’m doing that. It does make me feel better most of the time. Well it doesn’t matter. I could stop whenever I want. I just don’t want to yet. Yes, that’s all. It’s not that big of a deal anyways.