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Lie to me (Original)	By : EvaBrick Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15810 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione collapsed on her bed in the small room she shared with Ginny. She could still feel Snape’s kiss on her fingertips and she pressed it to her own as her tears ran down her face and soaked into her pillow.

*****

Tonks had waited outside the Grangers’ house and then followed Hermione and “Liam” all the way back to the bus station. “What the bloody balls is her problem?” Hermione had growled as Liam-Snape’s arm had gone around her shoulder as they walked.

“She’s only doing what she’s told,” Snape had sighed, ruefully. “She doesn’t have any choice.”

“You’ve never had any choice either,” Hermione said, gently.

Snape snorted and for a moment, he looked exactly like his older self. “I did have a choice… I just made the wrong one and I’ve been paying for it everyday since.” His eyes clouded over and he looked straight ahead as they walked.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione whispered. “Don’t be. It’s my own damn fault,” Snape sneered. “No one forced me to take the dark mark. I wanted to.” Hermione shivered and pulled her sweater tightly around her.

“Why?” she asked. “Why would you want to do such an awful thing?”

He looked down at the young witch and the edge of his mouth curled up in a cold smile. “For the same reason you’re wasting your time with that potion. I was overlooked, repressed, and…”

“And lonely,” Hermione finished. Snape didn’t respond and they walked on in silence for several more minutes. “Was it worth it?” she finally asked.

Snape’s flat chest expanded with a silent sigh as he considered for a moment before answering quietly, “Probably not, but sometimes I don’t know. He looked down at her for a moment. “Did you ever find a secret place of your own?”

Hermione smiled and accepted his sudden subject change. “Yes I did… do you want to know where?”

“No,” Snape said, firmly. “Never tell anyone where it is. Not even me. That secret place could save your life someday.” He pulled her in closer as they walked and made a show of smelling her hair before he placed a gentle kiss on top of her head… it gave him the perfect angle to check on Tonks. “You should stock your secret place up with potions ingredients, tools, spare clothes, some books, and extra food. Think of it as your private fall-out shelter. Someday you might have to hide there for a long time, so you need to be ready.”

“You sound like Moody,” Hermione giggled.

“Moody is more vocal than I am, but we’re very much alike, in that we both owe our lives to our paranoia.”

“You’re paranoid?” Hermione gaped. “You always seem so confident… and mean.”

Snape’s hard chest shook as he chuckled. “I think that’s your next lesson, Hermione. You need to develop a mask so hide your true self. It throws your enemies off your scent, so to speak.” He leaned in to smell her hair again, but this time he didn’t check for Tonks’ presence. “I’ve found that being an absolute git works well. No one wants to be around me so I’m mostly free to do as I please.”

Hermione stared at her master in shock. “You mean it’s all an act?” she said.

“Well… not entirely,” Snape admitted with a smirk. “I’ve always been… arrogant, I suppose. But when I really want to be left alone, I stop bathing.”

“You’re joking,” Hermione said. She looked up at him and he quirked an eyebrow in response. “You’re not joking, are you? That’s disgusting.”

“That’s the idea,” her old professor agreed.

“That’s brilliant,” Hermione admitted.

Snape smirked again. “Indeed. But, if you’re going to become a huge… uh… witch… start in small increments. If you get mean all at once, you’ll draw their suspicions and concern. Start by eating alone, then move on to condescending comments. Practice rolling your eyes and sneering at the same time.”

“Like this?” Hermione said, as she gave it a try.

“Not bad,” Snape said as he checked his watch. “My potion is about to wear off. I need to lose Tonks.” He looked around, then quickly said. “When we turn around the next corner, I’ll apparate away. Apparate directly back to Grimmauld Place, understand?”

“Yes, Master Snape,” Hermione agreed. They turned the corner and in a flash, he was gone. She was just about to apparate away when she saw the dark mark appear in the sky a block away. She gasped in fear and apparated instantly.

*****

It was chaos back at Grimmauld Place, as a group of the senior order members pulled their cloaks on and prepared to investigate the cause of the dark mark. They pushed passed Hermione as she ducked into the kitchen to avoid being trampled. Her heart was pounding and she put her hand over her chest to still it. What if someone was hurt or killed? She shook her head, sadly.

“It’s a false alarm,” Snape’s older voice said. Hermione turned around to see him as his usual self, leaning back on the counter in the shadows.

“That was you?” she whispered. “I was terrified!”

Snape shrugged and shifted his weight as his back pain started up again. “It got rid of Tonks.” He clutched his forearm and started for the door. “The Dark Lord wants an explanation, I’m sure.”

“What will you tell him?” Hermione asked, as she followed him to the door. Snape hesitated and looked her in the eyes. There was no point in lying to her. “I don’t know,” he said. “But I’ll think of something, I’m sure.”

Hermione pressed her hand over her mouth and shut her eyes against the tears. Her master would be tortured, she was sure. Would this be the night, he wouldn’t make it back? A larger hand pulled hers away from her mouth.

“You broadcast your thoughts like a muggle radio,” he said, with a wry quirk to his mouth. He pulled her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her cold fingertips. Then he turned and left.

*****

Hermione put her pyjamas on and climbed under the covers. She fluffed her pillow and frowned when she felt something hard underneath it. She reached carefully for the item, hoping that it wasn’t something awful from Fred and George’s. It was a very expensive-looking, leather-bound book. “Ars Occlumencia.” She opened the front cover and looked at the first page. It had a floral stamp inside that read, “This book belongs to…” On the line underneath, a familiar, black script read, “The Half-Blood Prince.”

Hermione took a deep breath and turned to the first chapter. She’d have to ask Snape how he’d gotten in and out of her room so fast.
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