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Years of Burden	By : Polypectron Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 6695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and SSHG is not canon. This is a work of fiction. I am not profiting from it. All characters, places, objects and realities belong to J K Rowling and the Potterverse.

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Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they belong to J K Rowling and if you don't know that they you must be really confused when you read these fanfiction stories. The events happening during the tale are either made up of taken from the book or the movie and may or may not be in chronological order depending on the story's needs

Polyplectron

CHAPTER TWO – Yes, Miss Granger?

Hermione awoke to the sound of chatter in the beds next to her. Slowly, she opened her eyes and blinked the sleep from them. Sounds like Parvati and Lavender are up already she thought absent-mindedly to herself, usually I am the first to wake up. Parvati and Lavender were often lethargic upon wakening as they stayed up late regularly to research new beauty charms and potions in Witches Weekly and then try to apply them in the morning before class, skipping breakfast and barely making it on time.

Groaning, Hermione grabbed her wand from the side table and slashed her wand in the air. The date and time materialised.

Monday. 8:35am

Bloody Merlin I have slept in! Hermione Granger never slept in. Acting on impulse she sat up in bed and panicked. Ok, ok calm down Hermione, what happened last night. . . I was having dinner with my friends and then Harry dared Ron to see how much food he could put in his mouth. That ended badly. My book got potato on it. Ron then. . . jumping from her thoughts Hermione leaned forward to grab her satchel and pulled it forward. Unclipping it she found her shrivelled copy of Numerology and Grammaticaand hesitantly ran a hand over it. Stupid Git!

An annoyed meow dragged her attention back to her pillow and found a very disgruntled Crookshanks perched against her head board. She must have scared him.

"Oh Crookshanks I am so sorry. . . how did you get here?"

Thinking back, Hermione remembered storming into her chambers and curling up on the bed. Crookshanks had slunk in and curled around her head. He had purred and cooed at her, massaging his claws into her frazzled mane until she fell softly into a deep sleep. Unbeknownst to Hermione, Crookshanks had witnessed the scene in the great hall and planned to inflict claws of furry on the red headed imbecile next time their paths crossed.

Purring forgiveness, Crookshanks crawled under her arm and flicked his tail in her face affectionately. Smiling Hermione scratched Crookshanks behind his ear, a place that he did so love to have scratched. He was half cat after all.

Thank you for helping me last night" she cooed as he butted his flat face against her hand, "you're the only man I need in my life" Crookshanks purred in agreement and launched out of bed to stretch his legs behind him. Leading by example Hermione untangled herself from her robes and got out of bed. She was going to be late for Defence Against the Dark Arts with Snape and he was not one to forgive so easily. Placing her Numerology and Grammatica in her side draw and pulling out her defence against the dark arts required text to put in her satchel she quickly began to change.

"Oh Parvati, don't you just think he is the cutest boy ever"

Rolling her eyes Hermione overheard Lavender's new conquest from the other side of the drawn curtain. It was one of the draw backs of being in a room full of girls.

"I don't know Lavender. He is ok I guess. I'm really not that interested in red hair"

"But Ron-Ron has really nice red hair it is not too red but it is not orange either! So I could still wear red if we were to be seen together without it looking tacky."

Hermione let out a surprised choke. Did she just say Ron?

In her haste to pull up a new clean skirt Hermione started to fall, grabbing the drawn curtain in the process and pulling it open. She let out an impish scream, falling onto the curtain bar and rolling onto the floor. The noise startled Parvati and Lavender out of their conversation.

"Oh my goodness, Hermione are you alright?!" Parvati cried, bending down to help Hermione up, "We did not know you were still up here, it's almost nine!" Shifting her eyes and toying with her hair as Hermione flattened down her skirt. Lavender did nothing to help but stared at her scathingly.

"Were you spying?" she spat.

Huffing, Hermione stood to her full height, "No, I was indeed NOT spying. I woke up late is all? It happens to the best of us." Throwing on a clean white blouse and fresh robes Hermione picked up her satchel and went to leave, "I am going to be late for DADA can you please move Lavender."

Lavender puffed out her chest, "Sure thing. If you are heading down to the Great Hall, say hello to Ron-Ron for me!"

Hermione bolted down the stairs but faintly heard Parvati's retort, "Lavender that was unnecessary"

Ron-Ron? That two bit cow, seethed Hermione So Lavender was after Ron was she? Good. That's settled then. That will get Ron off my back. The uneasy feeling in Hermione's stomach did not support her opinion.

~O~

After having a quick breakfast, Hermione grabbed Harry and Ron to head to their morning DADA with Snape. Passing Lavender and Parvati on the way and gaging slightly as Lavender blew a kiss at the ever blushing Ron.

"I hate having to start the morning off with Snape. It completely ruins my day"

"Harry you right, I always have the worst day whenever we have the old git first maybe we should start skipping classes."

"You're a genius Ron! If we skip class we will have more time to practice Quidditch!" Harry smiled triumphantly.

"Exactly Harry, we could even sneak out to Hogsmeade and steal some butter beer!" Ron slung his arm around Harry's neck both stopped and grinned at each other waiting for the fire. They were not disappointed.

On que Hermione whipped around sucking in a mighty breath of air to begin another one of her rants. They did love to stir her up on a Monday morning; it always made Snape's class a little more bearable. What was once the most annoying thing about her became the most adorable thing ever.

"You can't! You can't skip this class! I don't care if Voldemort himself was teaching the class. You need this class to pass your NEWTS and if you don't pass your NEWTs you won't become Aurors! That is what you want isn't it Harry? Don't you want to be respected? Don't you want to help people?! Honestly you two are both ridiculous!"

Harry and Ron stared at her knowingly. Hermione's burning passion simmered slightly as she realised she had been stirred intentionally. She blushed angrily, "I wish you boys would not do that to me! It is so cruel and Ronald I am not talking to until you buy me a new copy Numerology and Grammatica to replace the one you ruined!" With that she turned and stalked off to DADA with two very dejected boys following her.

"Is she still angry about last night?"

"I am not even going to go there mate, just buy her a new book, it'll be less painful I swear."

~O~

Hermione entered the classroom and took an empty seat next to Neville. How dare those boys pull that nasty trick on me after what happened last night, thought Hermione as she angrily took out her text book, a spare parchment and a quill, ignoring Neville's welcome. Especially Ronald, is he really as stupid as he looks? She sent a scathing look to Ron who visibly flinched and took a seat next to Harry behind her.

Snape had not arrived yet so they were safe another day. The class was only small, the other students being Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle and Blaize Zabini. Hermione could hear Harry stirring conversation with Ron about the upcoming Quidditch match against Hufflepuff. She wished they did not stir her up intentionally to make there day seem brighter, it just made hers slightly dimmer.

With a loud crack the doors to the DADA room slammed shut signalling Snapes immediate entry into the room. The side door towards the front of the room ricocheted against the stone walls and in walked Professor Snape.

Well, it was Professor Snape but he was clad in nothing but a pair of trousers. He jostled forward and made his way towards his teacher's desk. His hair hung limply in his face hiding his features. His pale skin rippled under his harsh movements and his ribs jutted out over his flat stomach. The entire class did not make a sound and no one dared to do so. If they all remained silent maybe he would think they were not present and disappear from whence he came.

He lifted his arm up over his shoulder revealing thick dark under arm hair and more shockingly the black ink of his Dark Mark. It seemed to burn the senses just looking at it. Neville sucked in a sharp breath and everyone turned in alarm to look at him. Malfoy and Zabini shot him horrified looks, while the others shot angry stares at him.

Do you want to die, Longbottom? mouthed Malfoy to Neville.

Shaking his head Neville cast his eyes back to their Professor, as did everyone else.

Sitting down at his desk Snape slowly looked out into the room.

Everyone held their breath.

Slowly, the professor frowned and stood up from his chair. The action elongated his torso, stretching his skin over his shallow stomach and chest. He looks very sick,thought Hermione, he has so many scars over his body, wouldn't he own essence of dittany? In zig-zag's and u-shapes, slashes and crosses scars marked his body creating maps over his bodily contours. His seemed to zero in on Neville who sucked in another bout of air and the world stood still.

"Professor?"

Watery eyes looked towards Hermione and she found herself staring into her Professor's gaunt face. He looked like he had been crying. But Professor Snape did not cry?Maybe he was laughing so hard with malice that it made him cry with sadistic pleasure. That made more sense, but that only seemed to scare her more. Clearing his throat, he spoke.

"Yes. Miss Granger?"

"Are you alright?"

"Why?" he snapped.

"You don't have your robes on Sir."

Looking down at himself Snape rubbed a hand over his chest as if he did not believe what he was seeing, "So it would seem"

He stared at Hermione. A stare so intense it made her legs weak. His eyes were so black. They were like a deep abyss. You could fall in them and never find your way out. Hermione felt drawn, returning a gaze as intense as his own.

Snape was the first to break contact, seemed to dart around the room and they appeared to be glazed over. Quickly he withdrew his wand and went to cast a spell.

She was about to voice opinion when a throat cleared itself at the back of the room.

"Professor do you think that is wise?"

Everyone turned to see Blaize Zabini standing bravely and making his way to the front of the room. Snape started to sway slightly, placing a hand on the desk for support.

"Professor, I think you are drunk. Let me help you back to your quarters"

Snape aimed his wand at Zabini threateningly who froze in his tracks. He was starting to take his pupils concern the wrong way. Pulling himself to his full height he leered at Zabini.

"Oh really Mr Zabini?" he sneered angrily at the boy, revealing crooked teeth "Are you some kind of Know-It-All Zabini? God forbid I need another."

Hermione flushed embarrassed at the obvious reference to her persons. Professor Snape was becoming belligerent at which point Malfoy extended his wand and yelled;

"Expelliarmus! Quick Goyle grab his wand"

The boy launched forward and grabbed Snape's wand and Snape was forced back into his chair upon impact. Zabini and Goyle then held either one of his arms and sat him down on the chair and Malfoy pocketed Snape's wand from Goyle.

"Just sit Professor we are going to get you some help"

"I don't require assistance you imbecile"

"Harry, send a Patronus to Dumbledore!" whispered Hermione urgently over her shoulder.

Harry extended his wand and shouted "Expecto Patronum!"

A silvery stag erupted from his wand and pranced around the room, the sight of it seemed to pull Snape into frenzy who thrashed against his restrainers.

"Get that fucking Stag out of my sight." Snape's words started to slur slightly as his attempts to free himself became weaker. Sweat poured down his face and his extremities started to vibrate. His profanity seemed to shock Harry into action.

"Tell the Headmaster he is required urgently in sixth year DADA", with that the stag bolted from the room.

Hermione pushed past a petrified Neville and rushed over to Snape, Malfoy frowned at her.

"He is our Head of House Granger for all we know you Mudblood Gryffindor's could have poisoned him!"

She glared at him but ignored his vulgarity, "He is just drunk Malfoy I need to perform a diagnostic charm on him to assess the damage," pointing her wand at Snape's chest she cast a diagnostic charm, revealing his alcohol levels.

"Merlin how much did he drink?!" she cursed, "whatever he was drinking seems to be having a reaction with something else in his system."

"He was fine at dinner last night", muttered Pansy, keeping to herself at the back of the room, "he did leave early though"

The entry door suddenly bounced open revealing a very determined Albus Dumbledore. He he quickly flicked the doors shut, threw up a few wards, a silencing charm and addressed the whole class.

"Well, this seems to be a very interesting Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson; however this situation, in its essence, is not classified as a Dark Art. It is not covered in your curriculum and should not be necessarily simulated. Alas, I need not stress the urgency of discretion from here on in. It is not to be discussed, not to be uttered to anyone other than yourselves. Unless, of course, your Professor to find himself out in winters cold embrace."

Harry and Ron looked at each other each reading the other's mind. Unfortunately Hermione read their minds too and gave them appalled looks.

"I will do the wizards oathe" said Zabini, "He is just drunk is all Headmaster and he meant nothing by it. Just got a bit carried away it seems and forgot he had class in the morning."

The other Slytherin's nodding in unison, even Neville, though timidly, agreed. Malfoy glared at Harry who reluctantly nodded, who nudged Ron, who then nodded as well. Dumbledore looked at Hermione. "And you, Miss Granger?"

Hermione looked down at her Professor, who seemed to have passed out. His neck extended revealing tight, rough flesh,

". . . Yes"

"Excellent suggestion Mr Zabini, now if everyone should like to extend their wands"

They all extended their wands to the oathe, the tips of them glowing white.

"I solemly swear not to tell another that is not present in this moment about the events that have take place in the last hour"

"I solemly swear." they echoed.

Dumbledore smiled and removed his wards and silencing charm.

"Outstanding, a standard wizards oathe traditionally is not at serious as a Unbreakable Vow so if you break it you will not perish." those who were not aware of this seemed to relax, "So fear not, however harsh punishment shall follow I assure you if you choose to do so." Looking quickly to Harry, as if reinforcing the idea.

"Sorry Professor," offered Harry, "but would it not be easier to just obliviate us all of the last hour?"

Dumbledore smiled at Harry, "Perhaps but I trust you all enough to have your Professor's best interest at heart"

Hermione nodded in agreement. Honestly Harry do you expect him to obliviate all of us? You are so dim-witted sometimes.

"Now Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini, if you don't mind, lifting the Professor into his private quarters so I may call Madam Pomfrey to assist. Alas, I fear if I were to levitate him, he would vomit everywhere. That is something I wish to avoid"

Grimacing, the boys lifted their Head of House and dragged him forward. His head lolled to the side and his long hair swaying as they pulled him out of the room.

"As for the rest of you, a free period is in order. It's a very sunny day outside. Go enjoy yourselves. Do not worry about your Professor. However if you should feel the need to start on your lessons" he winked at Hermione, "Professor Snape was going to start by introducing Non- Verbal spells. Good Day"

With that Dumbledore followed the boys through the side door and into the Professors Chambers.
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