Reflections of Erised

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. All Characters of the Potter universe belong to JK Rowling.


Chapter Five: You told Snape I was a what?

Hermione left Snape’s chambers through the hidden door. That was…unexpected. What happened to the P…Severus? Yes his name was Severus how rather strange to call him by his first name. Strange…what’s strange was her allowing the Professor such liberties. Such Liberties was she in a gothic novel? What happened in there? Severus was attracted to her. What was she going to do about this? She didn’t know. Was it unpleasant did anything happen she didn’t like?

Hermione, she had just allowed the greasy git of Hogwarts to…put his mouth on her, and it felt, she shuddered. Like nothing she could have imagined. His embrace was rather strong…nothing tentative about it at all. His touch had felt sure and deliberate he knew what he was doing. She had felt like he was trying to absorb her…well she guessed Professor Snape’s anger wasn’t the only passionate thing about him. For lips that had looked rather tight and hard during years of potions class they had felt firm and relaxed against hers. His lips had felt ravenous against hers and wicked on her flesh. His upper lip was slightly cruel. She felt her self tremble on the way to her room.

What are you doing? You’re fantasizing about the Professor. That shouldn’t have happened I assure you he wasn’t attracted to just you maybe he’s had to many crucios to the brain? Spoilsport. Mione it’s Snape…he probably regrets his actions right now and is going to make the rest of the school year miserable. What…oh right all three of four days left. Face it this was all deliberate…why else would Mr. Button-up answer the door in a bathrobe? Well whatever the reason she would have to behave they both needed to work together to produce that potion.

She needed to get herself together she had to inform Harry and Ron. They were going to take this so well she thought. Well she was reaching the right floor. The walls were heavily tapestried and there stood the fat lady. In a couple days you won’t see her again think you’ll miss it. Perhaps she thought.

The portrait gave her an annoyed look for having the nerve to be out this late past curfew. Not like it could do anything about it she was a head girl. “Password?’

“Catnip.”

With a slight wrench the portrait opened before her. Well here goes nothing. It wasn’t the best of plans but she was sure it would work. She entered the room cautiously she didn’t want to awake or alert anyone. It didn’t seem like anyone was awake. The fire in the hearth glowed casting shadows on the walls revealing empty common room chairs.

“Hermione?”

“Harry? What are you doing up.” She turned Harry was looking at her with concern in his eyes form the bottom of the dorm room steps. He looked a little tense then normal. “Is it happening again Harry?”

“I think so…but I’m not certain…. Where were you Hermione?” His voice hardened at the end she must have really worried Harry.

“Yes well” she said rather snippy in case there were any eavesdroppers. “I’m going to bed. See you in the morning Harry…I hope they have coffee instead of tea.” She said the secret message for Harry and Ron to come to her room later never knew who was watching. They suspected that a member of Gryffindor house was a death eater but they couldn’t prove whom. So Ron had developed a bunch of ridiculous phrases that were codes.

“But Mione…you don’t like coffee.” Yep ridiculous codes...but at least Harry got the message.

She turned and made her way down the Gryffindor common room corridor to the head girl’s room. She walked in turned on the light she placed the book on a night table and then gratefully sank on the bed and briefly thought about falling asleep right there. The night air felt soft on her skin and her pillows were cold and crisp. She briefly sank into them and burrowed under the comforter thinking about cuddling her bed and napping right there. She looked in the corner and her cat was looking at her like she was mad. She blinked.

“What Crooks humans can have there kitty moments too?”

Her cat glared at her and meowed. Then rubbed against her bed and meowed again.

“Ok I get the hint I’ll feed you…demanding brat.” Hermione rolled of the bed sluggishly and filled Crookshanks bowl with some food. “There you go Crooks.”

Crooks didn’t respond with his face in the cat bowl. Hermione shook her head and laughed. Persistent…just like. Well true Snape was persistent…what Slytherin wasn’t and he was head of the house. Why did he do that was he serious or was he just horny? He seemed to be focused on just her but what could that possibly mean. It wasn’t as if she had a lot of experience to compare him with. Whatever you felt with him was ten times more thrilling then the kiss with victor and twenty times more thrilling then the kiss with Ron.

Oh dear did she like the Professor. She couldn’t it wasn’t as if she knew him well…hell she doubted anyone knew him well. What was known about him? He was Professor Severus Snape potions master of Hogwarts for eighteen years. Youngest head of house ever at twenty four. He was not a very friendly person. He held grudges. His temper could run from cold sarcasm to burning anger with the swiftness of a serpents strike. But that was known in the classroom and in public. Was he really witty rather charming, reasonable and darkly attractive in his private moments. Which one was the real Snape? What are you thinking about? It wasn’t like she had feelings for him she just wanted to be held and be given some comfort before the world fell down at all of them at the leaving feast…maybe that’s what he wanted as well some comfort. Yes she believed the Potions master between her thighs was a rather comforting thought. Bad Mione.

“Mione what are you doing? Your face is all red?”

Ron…what was he doing here? That’s right she had invited him “Well I’d invite you to in but you have already done so.”

“Alright Mione what is this about? Don’t tell us you actually went down to the dungeons when you left here?” Said Ron with a sarcastic air

“Very well I will not tell you.” Perhaps she should have been a bit more care full about going down there they suspected a Death Eaters was in Gryffindor but the Slytherin dungeons were crawling with them. “All right I’ll admit I should have been more careful. But I had important business to see the Professor about.

“What could be so important Mione the greasy git hates us all.”

“Actually he doesn’t.” Hermione exclaimed.

“What!” said Ron incredulously. “You asked him?”

Hermione lowered her head and then raised it she saw Harry looking at her with much interest. “Well” She looked at Harry and into his eyes. “He doesn’t hate Harry…I don’t believe he hates me ” She looked up and smirked I didn’t ask about you Ron.”

“Well that’s just great…what did you do play truth or dare with the greasy git in the dungeons?”

Hermione turned around to look at Ron and her face and stance made the rest of the red heads flippant comments dry up. Harry took a deep breath and then questioned cautiously “Hermione what is it? Ron I’m sure Hermione has something important to say.

Where to start…? “Ron you remember that small note I pulled out?”

Ron nodded.

“Yes well…you remember Spot? Such a good puppy.”

“Spot?” said Ron and Harry looked at her quizzically.

Hermione blinked looked around her cozy room then looked at Crookshanks behind her who had somehow managed to take up nearly the entire bed. What was she saying? Why did he kiss her…ugh?

“Mione”

“Huh?” She blinked at Harry

“About Spot?” said Harry with concern in his voice.

“Who’s Spot?” said Ron irritably.

“Spots the runt of the Dire Wolf litter,” said Harry carelessly over his shoulder.

“Dire Wolf Litter…Is Hagrid bloody nutters! Said Ron in a panicked voice.

“Yes well enough about Spot.” Said Hermione rather irritably Spot really had nothing to do with this. “Spot well I had trouble controlling his leash.”

“He leashed them?”

“Ron…enough or I’ll put a silencing charm on you. Anyway he ran me into the dark forest and there was a black cloaked figure lying on the ground.” She looked into Harry’s eyes they had become very hard at the mention of a black cloaked figure.

“Was it a Death Eater?” said Ron

“Well No…it was Professor Snape.” Oh my Gods…he was a Death Eater. But she had just snogged. Her eyes took on a slightly panicked look she wasn’t aware of. No he was a Spy he was a member of The Order of the Phoenix. He was…acting…like a Death Eater to bring an end to it all. Mione he was once upon a time a Death Eater.

“So it was a Death Eater.” Said Harry quietly.

“No…it was just Professor Snape.”

“Gods… Mione how do you know he’s loyal anyway he could just be setting us all up for Volde…you know who with a great big bow. We don’t know?”

“He’s not Ron he’s not!” Hermione shouted turning on Ron her hand reaching for her wand. He couldn’t be. Could he? No well she could find out…She had never really thought on using her batch of Veritaserum. And if she did he would hate her. Her eyes started to tear. Why was this happening? Couldn’t they just graduate and destroy the Dark Lord and live happy-happy lives? ‘Hermione are you stupid?’

Harry saw this and said the first thing he could think of to distract them. Ron should have known better she always defended Snape. “Was the note from Malfoy?”

The note? She looked at the speaker of the voice. “Yes the note was from Malfoy.”

Harry Sat down in one of the high backed chairs rather gracefully. “How did you get it?” he smiled at her softly. “I know it wasn’t yours…your reaction was too strange for it to have been.” Harry said slowly. Trying to figure out what was going on with his friend.

“Yes well I found the note on P rofessor Snape.”

“Ugh…How? You went through his robes…gross.” Said an irritable Ron. His face looked slightly green and his lips were curled in a sneer.

He couldn’t be that disgusted? She sat back on her bed and smirked rather evilly. Her brown eyes glinted with an inner light as she purred. “If you must know Ron.” She said catching his eyes and getting his attention. “The note was found up the Professors nasal cavity.”

“His What!” Shouted Ron.

“His nose.” said Harry

“I know what it means!” said Ron rather huffy. “I just…Oh Gods I touched it…Bugger…Snape Bogies. Yuck!”

“Hermione?” said Harry very seriously “What did the note mean?”

Hermione looked into Ron’s eyes then Harry’s stern and serious set eyes. Harry may not look rather old but his eyes had aged by centuries sometimes it seemed. She took a deep breath and then announced the words that would change all of their lives forever. “Voldemort is going to attack Hogwarts during the leaving feast.”

“But that’s…blimey the entire castle will be full…”

Harry said in a quiet yet very old voice for a seventeen-year old boy. “I assume there’s a reason this information was slipped to me. What Dumbledore didn’t want me surprised when I’m Avada’d over dinner. Harry said in a darkly sarcastic voice that sent chills over his two friends.

“Harry I think it is more then…” Hermione looked at her friend of seven years his eyes were shadowed and he looked haunted. Please let this plan work she thought.

“Don’t try to defend him Hermione…I’m only being told because He wants something! Why wasn’t I told sooner”?

He was right…they needed his blood for the potion and even worse they were going to poison…they wouldn’t allow the poison to kill him. This would be over for Harry in days in one way or another “Harry.” Said Hermione softly “They didn’t know…they just got this information less then two hours ago.” Harry looked like he was cornered. She walked up to him and took his hands gently they were sweating. “Harry” Green eyes tentatively touched her brown ones. “He didn’t know,” She said delicately measuring every word “I intercepted the message this morning and didn’t know what it was…I’m sorry Harry.”

Harry smiled slightly the light returning to his eyes. “It’s alright Hermione.” He patted her shoulder “You didn’t know.”

Hermione wasn’t exactly sure how Harry would take the rest of what she had to tell him. She had to ask Harry to submit to a slightly dangerous potion and give blood. “Yes well there’s more Harry”. She looked to the side table and said a clear “Accio book.” With a practiced wave to her wand the book flew from the side table to her outstretched hand.

“Where did you get that?” Said Harry with a touch of suspicion in his voice.

“Wow what is it!” said Ron prying the book from her fingers his eyes lighting up as he opened the cover.

“Ronald be careful with that book.” Barked Hermione urgently. So much for Severus trusting her with his things…if that book got ruined.
“From the library of Severus Snape” read Ron unbelievingly. “Bloody hell Mione did you kill him and steal a book?”

“How could you even get such an idea he said I could borrow it…actually he said we could borrow it.”

“We?” Harry said sarcastically.

“Yes Harry we. He wants us to use whatever spells and charms are available in this book for our own defense.”

“And he did this out of the kindness of his greasy black heart?”

“Harry! He didn’t have to let me see the book at all. He could have just given me a parchment with the potions instructions written down quite easily. Its just well Harry I’m supposed to ask you for …your blood.” She couldn’t believe how awkward she was getting.

“Why do you…need my blood?” Harry said with disbelief

“For a good reason Harry. Ron give Harry the book.” Ron shrugged and handed the book to a thoughtfully to Mr. Potter. He accepted it and flipped trough it. “The Kepher Sa potion page three-hundred-and-ninety-four.”

Harry flipped through the book carefully. Why is everything Snape wants known always on page three-hundred-and-ninety-four he thought? He turned to the required and page and read about dark potions and the dangers of different types of blood. Strange but what could the plan be. Then he read the paragraph about the purity of blood. Purity of blood if Voldemort was to ingest any of his blood it would destroy him from the inside. How would they even form such a plan unless the greasy bat had somehow been informed about his situation? Hermione wouldn’t would she…if she thought any thing would save lives she would give personal information. Great nothing like the thought of the great bat in the dungeons laughing at him. He rubbed his forehead and looked up at Hermione “You told Snape I was a virgin.” Harry said with accusation in his voice.

“You are aren’t you?” there was panic in her voice. He better be it was the only plan they had.

“You told Snape Harry was a what?” said Ron. “Wow you lied to the bat.”

“No she didn’t.” said the ebony haired boy

“She didn’t I thought you and…well I thought something happened.”

Harry ignored Ron “So Hermione. If you use this potion to hide the purity in my blood…how are you going to get it to Voldemort?”

“Well I have an idea for that Harry but…”


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AN: No I’m not giving the idea away yet.