Insomnia

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the books or the movies. That privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling. I do not make any money from writing of this story. Again, that privilege belongs to the gracious J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed on New Developments. I was happy that everyone seemed to like that. Well here’s a new chappie lol.

Memorable Memories

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It was later that night when Snape had retired to his private quarters. He was in the process of retrieving his Pensive when heard a knock. He walked to the door and forcefully grabbed it open. “What?!” Snape growled. At the doorstep was Hermione Granger. Seeing her, his demeanor cooled, a little. “Miss Granger, what are you doing here?” Snape asked. Hermione fidgeted. She ran her hand through her hair. “Professor, I wanted to see if you had seen that memory yet.” She responded. It was true. She was nervous about what he would see. How would he react? Many thoughts were running through her mind but she had a case of déjà vu with their current situation. Snape looked at her. “Miss Granger, I have not viewed the Pensive yet.” Hermione exhaled deeply. “Professor, if it’s not too much trouble, I would like to be present when you decide to view it.” Hermione asked. Snape was a bit taken back. He couldn’t fathom why she had wanted to be there. Moreover, he couldn’t fathom why he had said “yes.” She had started to walk in when he had blocked the entrance. “Miss Granger, it would be safer if we went to the potions classroom instead.” Hermione agreed with him. The place was filled with too many memories. Hermione turned around and walked. Snape summoned the Pensive and followed Hermione.

When they arrived, Snape placed the Pensive on his desk before he Hermione spoke. “Professor?” Snape turned around. “Yes, Miss Granger?” He asked. “Oh, nothing.” She waved it off. Snape looked confused before he continued. He turned towards the pensive and dove, head first into the basin. Hermione sat on the nearest desk. She wondered about the life that was growing inside of her. Madam Pomfrey had given her the option to about it. She had thought about it but she quickly changed her mind. It was not the baby’s fault that it was conceived out of rape. Her career would be obtained, just later. Right now, she had to tell her parents and the father of her child. She was going to tell him but she froze. He was about to see how he had raped her. Why burden him with two things right now. She could tell him later on. Her parents were a different story. She was mulling over that decision when Snape had pulled his head out of the basin. He turned towards her. She knew all to well the facial expression he wore.

It was one of pain. She had seen it many times before on Harry. Without a word, he circled the desk and sat down in the green chair. With a sigh, Snape looked at her. “I’m sorry.” He said. With the memories of that night, Snape had crumbled. He viewed the memories and saw the way he had treated her. Yes, she was part of the meddlesome trio along with that dimwitted Potter and Weasley but she was an innocent person too. To treat her the same way he had seen Malfoy and Donohov treat the revel girls had been horrible. He had even called her a ‘Mudblood’. The last time he had uttered that word, he had lost his friendship with Lily and had regretted that ever since. The funny thing about all of this is she had forgiven him. She had forgiven him when he couldn’t do the same. He looked at the girl sitting across from him.
“You forgave me.” He said.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I raped you.”
“Yes. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s true.”
“I saw the blood.”
“Yes.”
“You were a virgin.”
“Yes.”
“I was your first.”
“Yes.”
“I’m a bastard.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m a bloody bastard.” He said. Hermione jumped down from the desk. As she approached him, he spoke. “Leave me, Miss Granger.” She still advanced towards him. “NOW!” He roared. With tears in her eyes, she silently turned and left the classroom. “Only a bleeding Gryffindor would forgive someone like me.” He said to himself. He evaluated himself. He was a spy, a death eater, a bastard, a murderer, a traitor, and now a rapist. His soul, if he still had one, was dark. Darken by the actions he had made. Cursing, Snape walked back to his rooms where a bottle of Firewhiskey greeted him and his misery.

A/N: Sorry it’s a short chapter. Plz review and rate!!!!