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pursuit	By : darkembraces Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 1954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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disclaimer: see chapter one

CHAPTER 2

Hermione woke up to the sunlight creeping through the window and falling across her eyes. She stretched out and was dreading having to leave the comfort of her new bed, but her hunger got the better of her. She took a bath and dressed herself for the day. While heading down to the Great Hall, she had a run-in with Peeves, the poltergeist.

�Ooh, a fresh victim!� Peeves said with delight.

�Go away, Peeves, or I will get the Bloody Baron,� Hermione responded with obvious annoyance.

�If it isn�t the former resident know-it-all. My, you have grown up quite nicely. How about you come up to the Astronomy Tower with me? I will show you a good time.� The poltergeist leered at her and thrust his groin toward her.

�I don�t think so. I prefer men with a little more, I don�t know, life in them.�

�Ouch! I am hurt. Oh well, I tried. At least I can still watch you shower,� Peeves said and sped off quickly.

She continued on to her destination, now very annoyed. Upon arriving in the Great Hall, she found the only seat left was next to Draco. She sat down and began serving herself.

�So, where were you all night? I didn�t see you after you left with Professor Snape,� the blond man asked with a bit of a suggestive tone.

�I was in my room all night reading,� she answered, oblivious of what he was implying.

�You�re not going to tell me then. I am hurt,� he joked.

�I don�t know what you are talking about. I didn�t leave my room, honestly,� she said, feeling confused. She began sipping a cup of tea that had been cooling for her.

�I stopped by your quarters last night, about an hour after you left the staff meeting, and you didn�t answer your door. I used the original password for all unoccupied rooms, hoping you hadn�t changed it yet. The password worked, so I went in. But you and your belongings were nowhere to be seen,� he explained.

�Are you sure you had the right rooms?� She frowned and looked at him

�Yes, they are on the seventh floor by the Charms office where Dumbledore told me they would be,� he explained.

�That is impossible. My quarters are on the second floor; Professor Snape took me there himself.� She was starting to get confused, as Professor Dumbledore usually didn�t make mistakes like that.

�Oh well, maybe the Headmaster changed them,� Draco explained as the most logical solution.

�I guess so. They are beautiful; you should come by and see them. I am going to see if Minerva wants to come over for tea today. You should join us.�

�Oh joy, a day with two Gryffindors; I shall be in heaven,� he said with as much sarcasm as he could muster.

They finished breakfast and got a confirmation from Minerva for that afternoon. Hermione was puzzled as well about the location of her quarters, and loved her new password.

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That afternoon, the three were sitting in Hermione�s living room, drinking a cup of tea and talking about the room.

�Your quarters are very lovely, dear. I wonder why Severus took you here and not to the ones we had set up for you?� Minerva spoke. Something was familiar about these quarters. She had heard of them before, but couldn�t remember what was special about them.

�These are not the rooms I am supposed to be in? I guess you are right, Draco. I wonder why I was put here as well. They are beautiful quarters regardless.� She was getting more confused by the minute, but there was no way that she would give up the quarters; they were too gorgeous.

Draco was sitting quietly sipping his tea, trying his hardest not too laugh at the situation. Every Slytherin had heard of this place, and spent their seven years at the school trying to find it.

As Minerva contemplated the situation, something clicked in her head. She immediately recognized where they were.

�Why, that tricky Slytherin! What is he up to?� she said loudly. She was visibly annoyed about something

�What are you talking about, Minerva?� Hermione inquired.

�Severus has housed you in Salazar Slytherin�s mistress� quarters,� she stated.

�What? You must be joking. Why would he do such a thing?� Hermione responded. Her confusion grew and turned into anger. What was he thinking, putting her there in the quarters of some Slytherin�s whore.

�I can assure you that I am not joking, my dear. I am not sure of Severus� motives, but this is indeed where we are right now. I am going to have a serious talk with that man.� Minerva patted her hand reassuringly

�No need. If you will excuse me, I will be right back,� Hermione said as she stood up and swept out of the room.

In the hallway, she entered the door that would bring her to the dungeons. She descended the stairs and ended up right next to the Potions Master�s front door. Hermione was familiar with the location, being a former Head Girl. She started pounding on the door and yelling at him in the hallway.

�Severus Snape, you open this door right now. You have some explaining to do,� she shouted, letting out her annoyance and anger on his front door.

The entry way swung open to reveal a smirking Potions Master, dressed in only his trousers with a bath towel around his neck. Hermione couldn�t help but glance over his well-defined upper body.

�What may I ask is so important that you had to interrupt my bath for?� he asked silkily.

�Why the hell am I in Slytherin�s mistress� quarters, instead of the quarters that were assigned to me?� she asked, wanting to smack off that smirk beginning to form on his face.

�Oh, that. Well, I thought you might enjoy them more than the Charms teacher�s usual quarters,� he lied smoothly.

�I don�t believe you. You have never done anything nice for me, so tell me your motives before I hex you,� she said as she began removing her wand from her robes. He stopped her.

�I am hurt that you would think my motives to be anything but just. Would you like to come in and give me a minute to put on some clothes, or would you like to stay in the hallway as you admire my naked torso?� he asked, stepping out of the way to allow her entry to his quarters.

She brushed past him, trying to hide her blush at getting caught, and sat down on one of his armchairs to wait for him to dress. His sitting room was strangely comfortable, not anything she would expect from the man she knew as a child. Five minutes later, he came out in one of his white linen shirts in addition to his trousers.

�Now would you care to explain yourself, Professor?� she immediately asked, feeling more confident now that he was dressed.

�Call me Severus. Is there a problem with your living arrangements? I can always have you moved to the Charms teacher�s quarters,� he offered, knowing that she would decline.

�No. I love my quarters; they are gorgeous. But I am confused as to why I am there. Why wasn�t Draco shown the same hospitality?� she continued.

�Would you like a drink?� he offered, trying to distract her.

�No, thank you. I only want an answer.� She resisted falling for it.

�Suit yourself, Hermione. I only thought that the rooms would suit you; that is all. If you don�t believe me, then that is your problem.� He feigned innocence

�You are lucky I have guests to get back to. This isn�t the last I am going to speak to you on the situation. Good day, Pro�Severus.� She got up and walked out of the room.

�I wouldn�t expect you to believe me. Good evening, Hermione,� he called after her.

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Hermione spent the better part of the evening trying to figure out the strange behaviour of her former Potions Master. His behaviour towards her was friendly, which is what confused her; he wasn�t the greasy git she remembered from her school days. The thing that irritated her the most was the way he avoided giving her a direct answer to her questions about her quarters, which she noticed were much nicer than even his own.

She was also worried about Ron; she knew that if Mrs. Weasley removed him from the hospital, that it would be potentially fatal to him. She sent a letter to Mrs. Weasley, voicing her concerns with the situation. She eventually fell into a fitful slumber.

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A few days later, Hermione was eating her breakfast in the Great Hall. Her meal was disturbed by an owl landing in her food, making a great mess. She immediately recognized the bird as Errol, the Weasley family�s owl. She gave the bird a bit of food, then opened the letter. It read:
Hermione dear,

I received your letter expressing your concerns for Ronald. I appreciate that you want him to stay where you believe is the most helpful place. You need to realize that the best place for him is here with me. He will be coming home tomorrow; I�ve already spoken to the healers. You may stop by The Burrow at any time to visit him; I am sure he would appreciate it.

Molly Weasley
She gasped as she finished reading the letter.

�Oh no! No, no, no, stupid woman.� She got up and left the Great Hall, as many confused and concerned eyes followed after her. Draco got up from the High Table and followed after the distraught woman. He finally caught up with her at the end of the hall, where she was sitting down with her head on her knees, crying. He went over to her, knelt down, and put his hand on her shoulder.

�What is wrong, Hermoine? Can I help?� Draco asked in a soft comforting voice.

�It�s Ron. Molly is taking him from the hospital. Oh Draco, I just know he is going to kill himself. He isn�t okay. I just saw him last week.�

She crumpled the parchment in her hand, threw it across the hall, and shot an �Incendio!� after it. She watched with satisfaction as it burned.

�That stubborn woman won�t listen to reason. She will feel stupid when Ron does kill himself.�

Hermione�s mood soon turned to anger at the whole situation. She was angry at Molly for her irrational decisions; she was angry at Ron for not snapping out of his depression. She was angry that all her time and effort with Ron had gotten her nowhere. Hermione stood up and stormed out of the castle, and started walking around the lake to clear her head and cool off.

After a couple of hours, she composed herself and headed back to her quarters in the castle. She was greeted at her door by an unexpected person. Severus Snape stood up straight from his position against the wall, and walked over to his former student.

�Can I help you, sir?� she inquired as she walked up to the entrance to her quarters.

�Call me Severus. I came to talk to you. Draco has informed me of Mr. Weasley�s condition,� he told her while following her to her door. �Do you mind if I come in for a bit? I would like to talk,� he asked.

She looked at him and smirked. �Only if you say the password, Severus.�

He scowled and grumbled, �Five points to Gryffindor.�

The knight stepped aside, allowing them entry. She ushered him inside.

�Would you care for something to drink?� she asked him.

�Tea would be fine; thanks,� he responded.

She went and prepared the pot for them. Severus walked up to the fireplace and viewed a painting of a middle-aged couple, who were holding each other and smiling. He recognized the pair as Hermione�s parents; they looked happy in the picture. The painting, he noticed, moved but didn�t talk. His gaze fell upon another picture of a big orange cat that he recognized from her school days; the creature was sleeping on a chair, with his tail twitching every now and then. The last painting to catch his eye was a picture of Harry Potter; the boy was busy trying to flatten his hair down, then looked up and glared at the Potions Master.

�The tea is ready, Severus,� Hermione said.

He drew his attention away from the pictures and back to her.
�These paintings are beautifully done. If I might ask, why don�t they speak?� he asked as she sat down with the tray.

�It didn�t feel right to me, having them speak when they are dead; and I prefer the silence in my room. I may decide to have them speak in the future; I just have to lift a spell,� she answered his question while preparing her cup of tea.

�Did you paint them yourself?�

�Yes, I did them just after they passed on.� She placed her cup on the table and turned her attention to him. �What did you want to speak to me about?� she questioned, getting a little uncomfortable with how strangely friendly her old professor was behaving.

�I wanted to check up on you and make sure you were doing alright. I know what it is like to carry such a heavy burden.�

He knew, of course, that women loved it when men got sympathetic, and he hoped to win her over with this type of behavior. Any other time, he wouldn�t waste a minute on one of the Golden Trio even if this one was a beautiful intelligent charming woman, he thought. He chided himself for thinking of her like that; she was a conquest, nothing else.

�Who are you and what have you done with Professor Snape?� she asked, only half-joking; his behaviour was far too off-key for her not to be suspicious.

�I can assure you, madam, that I am Severus Snape. Nobody in their right mind would want to impersonate me in any way.�

She laughed at his statement, causing him to smirk at her.

�I am alright for the moment. I am going to The Burrow tomorrow to talk with Ron.�

�Well, then, I wont keep you any longer. You will need your rest for tomorrow. Good evening, Hermione.�

�Thank you for your concern, and good evening to you as well, Severus.� She escorted him to the door, more confused about him than before.
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