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:
5,047
Reviews:
27
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0
Currently Reading:
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Resolution
Chapter 7: Resolution
Hermione slowly awakened, her eyes were gritty and her head hurt. Her gaze began to focus and as it did her surroundings began to register. The bed she was in was definitely more comfortable than the bed she’d been assigned to in the past. The covers were golden and the wall, though they were brick were painted gold as well. There was a fireplace opposite of the bed and for Hogwarts it was unusual, because instead of stone its mantel was made with dark wood. If she were mildly interested in wood, she no doubt would have been able to tell what kind it was.
The floors were covered in the a deep red carpet; as well as the drapes, the pillows and the sofa in front of the window. The rest of the furniture in the room consisted of a desk, its chair, a wardrobe, a shelf, and her chests. There were two doors one was the one she came it through last night….at least she thought so and the other was presumably the entrance to the bathroom. She hadn’t explored much, hell she came through the entrance and skived out of her clothes before slumping to the bed in her undergarments, mentally exhausted.
In fact now that things were coming back to her, her eyes began to water up. She hated life why did it have to be so cruel. She felt bad for feeling like crap when Harry never even had a chance to meet his parents, well technically she hadn’t either, but she had parents who loved her and showered her with affection.
Hermione couldn’t help her self, she had always believed she was born too parents who wanted her. Now she knew differently. She wasn’t wanted. She was a child born of a rape. Her biological mother obviously couldn’t handle it so she committed suicide, a sin in every way, no matter what the supposed just cause was.
So the young girl sobbed to her hearts content until she couldn’t anymore. She would have liked nothing more then to stay in bed and sleep away all her problems, but she had a duty to fulfill as the Head Girl, and as a student. She maybe depressed because of the turn of events but she would never willing let it hurt her grades. It was her whole world and she had nothing but her smarts to rely on.
So the head strong girl stood and walked to the bathroom. She smiled at the familiar surroundings. Well almost familiar. She’d never been in them before but the bathroom itself was a smaller version of the prefects.
She resolved out loud to get up and get moving and pretend that nothing was different.
She could do this, she may not be a Slytherin and had never been very good at lying but for her own sanity she could do this.
Hermione slowly awakened, her eyes were gritty and her head hurt. Her gaze began to focus and as it did her surroundings began to register. The bed she was in was definitely more comfortable than the bed she’d been assigned to in the past. The covers were golden and the wall, though they were brick were painted gold as well. There was a fireplace opposite of the bed and for Hogwarts it was unusual, because instead of stone its mantel was made with dark wood. If she were mildly interested in wood, she no doubt would have been able to tell what kind it was.
The floors were covered in the a deep red carpet; as well as the drapes, the pillows and the sofa in front of the window. The rest of the furniture in the room consisted of a desk, its chair, a wardrobe, a shelf, and her chests. There were two doors one was the one she came it through last night….at least she thought so and the other was presumably the entrance to the bathroom. She hadn’t explored much, hell she came through the entrance and skived out of her clothes before slumping to the bed in her undergarments, mentally exhausted.
In fact now that things were coming back to her, her eyes began to water up. She hated life why did it have to be so cruel. She felt bad for feeling like crap when Harry never even had a chance to meet his parents, well technically she hadn’t either, but she had parents who loved her and showered her with affection.
Hermione couldn’t help her self, she had always believed she was born too parents who wanted her. Now she knew differently. She wasn’t wanted. She was a child born of a rape. Her biological mother obviously couldn’t handle it so she committed suicide, a sin in every way, no matter what the supposed just cause was.
So the young girl sobbed to her hearts content until she couldn’t anymore. She would have liked nothing more then to stay in bed and sleep away all her problems, but she had a duty to fulfill as the Head Girl, and as a student. She maybe depressed because of the turn of events but she would never willing let it hurt her grades. It was her whole world and she had nothing but her smarts to rely on.
So the head strong girl stood and walked to the bathroom. She smiled at the familiar surroundings. Well almost familiar. She’d never been in them before but the bathroom itself was a smaller version of the prefects.
She resolved out loud to get up and get moving and pretend that nothing was different.
She could do this, she may not be a Slytherin and had never been very good at lying but for her own sanity she could do this.