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This Is The Way The World Ends.	By : tulipsaside Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7312 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 19. I Can Barely Survive a Night in My Mind.

Harry threw the front doors open with such a force that it banged against the wall rivalling the sound of the lighting striking the grounds. His anger was so acute he could feel it like glass ripping through his veins.

"Harry," Sirius called from behind him.

"Harry, wait up," he said a little louder, but rage roaring in Harry�s ear drowned him out almost completely.

"Granger!" He shouted, clasping his hand onto Harry�s shoulder.

"Don�t call me that," he spat, snatching his shoulder from his grasp.

"Calm down, mate." said Sirius.

"She chose him over ME!" he yelled, his voice hoarse and his face red with bitterness.

Sirius looked slightly confused.

"He won�t get away with this," said Harry watching the rain starting to fall harder as the students ran toward the doors.

Sirius smiled, "What are you going to do?"

"I don�t know, but whatever it is I�m going to make him pay for EVERYTHING he�s done."

Black�s smile seemed to grow wider. "I have an idea, something I�ve been thinking on for a while. Something to really teach ol� Snivelly a lesson." he said, as Wormtail and the other students clambered through the front doors and out of the rain.

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Severus lay on top of his bed starring up at the ceiling, brandishing his wand with deadly precision at the occasional fly that buzzed across his line of vision. His thoughts dwelled morosely on what could have happened earlier this afternoon, had he not been so reserved. He had always prided himself on being impassive and distant, not parading his emotions around on his sleeve, like some weak fool. He heaved a sigh, aiming effortlessly at another bug that zipped past him; it dropped to the floor heavily.

The problem was, Severus thought, that maybe he should try being a little less standoffish, and make an effort toward Hermione. It�s not that he didn�t like her, he found her quite satisfactory. She was attractive, witty, and very intelligent and had made a tremendous effort to apologize to him and trust him. Severus gave a half smile to the empty dark room, and for some unfathomable reason thought him to be worthy of her acquaintance without wanting something in return. He couldn�t remember if he had ever had a person just want to know him, just for the sake of knowing him.

He flicked his wand and another insect fell.

More than just being his friend, she had chosen his side against her brothers or whatever he was, thought Severus. The image of his face, etched in anger, made Severus break into a smirk. But was quickly masked back into a look of indifference when he thought of how close he was to kissing her, instead, he stood there like a prat paralysed with fear. Fear of rejection and all other sorts of ridiculous things that now seemed so petty. There was no need to feel like that with her. He knew she held him in high regards, there had been a few times when he had tried to decipher if she had been lying to him and why, using Legilimency. He had caught glimpses of himself, nothing substantial but there had always been an overwhelming trust and respect associated with his future self. However, there was one indication that felt like apprehension, possibly fear, that he could remember but she had turned from him quickly and he had lost it. Severus had chalked it up to nervousness of the situation when he had later found out where, or rather when, she had come from. Thinking it might have been an apprehension of him possibly finding out the role he plays in her life further along.

It did not matter really, thought Severus. It had to be something small; he could not imagine himself ever doing anything too terrible. Whatever the other students said about him, and some of the teachers, he was still a decent person, even if he did read dark arts books. What did they expect, he wanted to master himself in all the knowledge he could when it came to the subject. Defence Against the Dark Arts was fascinating, the thin line between what made people moral and immoral. How some magic tested a wizard so completely on their character that it could cause surges of magic through them. Even thinking of it made Severus itch to flip open his books and start reading on it. He wanted to know it all. To Severus, his mind was his most important asset.

Somehow, he knew Hermione understood that, she seemed so like him. Reserved and gifted, she was the only one to match him in his grades, not even Lily seemed to score higher than her, much to her irritation, and something Severus was quick to notice. Hermione was someone noteworthy, someone Severus would do well to count as an ally if nothing more.

His thoughts lulled a bit, as he watched the shadows move across the dormitory walls, it was still a bit early, but the room was dark owing to the fact that he hadn�t lit the candles.

At ease with the dark that shrouded the room, Severus began empting his mind, slowly. One by one, he pulled forth his thoughts on the day, before banishing them deep down in his skull, like putting away his possessions. One thought in its place, a door flung shut on it, tightly.

He let the day melt from him his whole body relaxing. Breakfast, Quidditch, all packed away, the fight with Granger, the walk to the castle, shut tightly. Conversations with Hermione out in the archway, he pushed them into a tight corner adamant on shutting these thoughts away, but it was proving difficult. As soon as he tucked it away, her face blazed forth in his mind, making him frustrated and tense.

He sat up in annoyance. He needed to find her, she would give him no rest until things were resolved. He stood from his bed slipping his feet into his shoes and clambering out of the room.

He was sure to find her in the library, it was still before curfew and she wasn�t one to spend time in the common room. He passed up the stairs that led from the dungeons into the Great Hall watching as the bright moon filtered through the front windows.

Quickly making his way up the staircases that would move him up through the ground floor and onto the first, he took the steps two at a time, letting his long legs lift him hastily towards the library on the fourth floor. He had just past a window facing out over the grounds and the large Whomping Willow tree that had been there for as long as he could remember, when he noticed its usual flailing limbs had halted abruptly. He stepped closer to the window glad of the full moons light. The tree was perfectly still and then what looked like a small shadow, crossed right below its base before the branches started moving again.

Severus stood at the window watching with his eyes narrowed at the base of the tree. Surely, if it were some sort of animal, he would see it when it crossed over the moonlight that had lit up the grounds and most of the forest.

He waited but nothing moved out from the trees undergrowth, leaving Severus with a suspicious feeling that something had disappeared into the tree. He moved on from the window still intent on speaking to Hermione, he wasn�t sure what he�d say to her, hopefully something clever and captivating.

He turned the corner on the third floor and felt a nervousness in his abdomen. He practised calming himself as he walked onto the landing of the fourth floor and turned right toward the library.

He pushed open the heavy woodened doors deciding he�d act as if he had come to check out a book, thinking it would give him a bit of time to gauge her mood. Severus Snape was if anything patient.

He walked softly across the marble floors peering casually up and down the isles letting his eyes sweep over the empty tables. She didn�t seem to be here, it never crossed his mind that she�d be anywhere else. Hermione rarely went to bed early or spent any time in the common room. She didn�t seem to have other friends she visited with, besides her brother and she didn�t appear to be on speaking terms with him at the moment, nor any clubs that she attended.

Severus felt juvenile, practically running around the school for a girl, like some sort of infatuated fool. He turned from the bookcases annoyed with himself. What had he been thinking, racing up here to her, to do what, kiss her? He should have known better, accepted that he had missed his chance. His thoughts darkened, maybe he hadn�t even had a chance. Who in their right mind would want to kiss him anyway. He was mistaking her kindness for something that was completely inappropriate. He was only thankful he hadn�t tried to kiss her this afternoon, and humiliated himself even more. He made his way quickly back to his dorm, his head down and the displeasure with himself engulfing him like a coat.
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