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The Wandering Road	By : snarky4severus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I
tried to buy them from JK, but she said no. Maybe if I ask her again... I'm
keeping Severus anyways! cackles madly
Super thanks
to my fabulous beta Olweneleanor.
Chapter 7
� The Repercussions
Hermione
kneeled over, grateful for the security of Professor Snape, and started trying
to massage the cramp over her ribs.
�Not here
Miss Granger,� he hissed quietly. �Come now.� He beckoned her with his hand.
�Come and show that you are better than them.� He grabbed her arm in a
seemingly rough manner, and began striding towards the castle.
Hermione used
the pain to focus. She didn�t hear the gravel crunching under her shoes, didn�t
feel the dew of the grass clinging to her bare ankles, and didn�t focus on the
fear that had grasped her earlier. Hermione trotted to keep up with the
long-legged strides of Professor Snape.
As her heart
beat wildly, she tried to calm herself down. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. He�s
right; I have to show them. I can do it. Hermione unconsciously mimicked
the stride of Professor Snape, with his sneer to match.
Before they
walked into the entrance of the castle she heard him whisper something
unintelligible seconds before he pushed her.
Hermione
strode purposefully through the crowd. The students parted for her, staring at
her like she was some sort of apparition.
Hermione
found herself being gawked at by the students exiting
the Great Hall.
She knew that
she must look terrible: she could feel the blood dripping from her nose, could
almost feel the bruise forming on the left side of her face, and she felt the
overall ache of her body.
She took a
deep breath and almost instantaneously regretted it. Merlin, she
thought, if it isn�t broken I�m a Slytherin. Hermione had to consciously
stop herself from grabbing at her chest. She clenched her fists and began her
search for the blond headed menace.
She took a
calming breath and glanced towards the corner, where she could see the
Slytherins slinking out of the Great Hall. Where is he? she thought as she stalked towards the Slytherin table. As
she passed the Ravenclaw table, she spotted the
familiar gleam of white hair. Striding angrily towards the tall blond
aristocratic Slytherin, she felt her ire rising.
She stepped
forward to confront Draco, snarling at him. �Ferret,� she growled as she sidled
next to him. She quickly seized the front of his robes and pulled him towards
her, until they were nose to nose. �Next time you send your Slytherin goons
after me you should really make sure that they are man enough to handle me.�
Hermione sneered and spoke in a carrying voice, �And next time it will be you.�
Draco angrily
pulled her hands off of his robes and growled, �Get off me, Mudblood.�
Hermione
ignored the angry murmurings of the Slytherin table and sneered at Draco, once
more for good measure.
After Draco�s angry snarl, Hermione flipped her hair and
attempted to stalk out of the Great Hall, but was interrupted by the clipped
tones of Professor McGonagall. �Where exactly were you, Miss Granger?�
As Professor
McGonagall worked her attitude up, her Scottish brogue became more defined.
�You are a prefect and the students depend on you. You must handle your
responsibilities in a more reliable manner.�
Hermione cut
off the rest of the spiel by turning around and letting Professor McGonagall
take notice of the state she was in. �Would you have preferred that before or
after I was fighting against four of my fellow students?�
�Oh! My dear. I had no idea that you were hurt. Come, now. Let�s
get you into the Infirmary,� McGonagall said softly.
�I�m fine.�
Hermione scowled. Realizing that the Slytherins were watching
her very closely. Probably for weakness.
She scoffed internally. Of course they were.
Hermione
nodded towards Professor McGonagall and took her leave. As she walked past
Professor Snape, head held high, with her back ramrod straight, she glanced at
him and was shocked to see amusement gleaming in his eyes.
She nodded
towards him and mumbled, �Professor.� She was shocked when she heard him murmur
under his breath, �Well done.� He cleared his throat and then spoke louder,
�Miss Granger.�
She felt the
blush that she knew was rising on her cheeks, spreading across her face.
Hermione then brushed her hands down her skirt, straightening it and tidying
her uniform.
She looked
for her friends, but not seeing anyone, decided to stalk towards Gryffindor Tower. As she walked she paid little
attention to the oddly formed bricks of stone that were the walls of Hogwarts.
She instead focused on her plans for giving her friends the slip after curfew.
She knew that
he wouldn�t be able to meet with her until two in the morning, but she realized
that her friends would be in the mind to sleep on her floor. Ron and Harry
are going to be the worst. Ginny will be easy enough, just as long as I tell
her that Jamie is expecting her in the Hufflepuff
corridor. Thank Merlin that Luna isn�t in our dormitory.
She found
herself standing before the Fat Lady without realizing which path she took to
arrive. �Password, please,� the Fat Lady said to her.
�Levisomnus,� she declared as she stepped through the portal
to a great cheer. She couldn�t make out every shout, but various cries made it
through the jumbled noise to her ears. Shouts of �Slimy snakes�, �Way to put
him in his place�, and �Stupid gits� echoed
throughout the common room.
She made her
way towards her anxious-looking friends in the corner, pushing past the
well-wishers and the backslappers into the darkened corner. She felt the
familiar tingle of the silencing ward and made her way next to Neville and sat
heavily, who, after a terribly perceptive moment, put his arm around her
shoulder and squeezed gently.
Hermione
looked up through her eyelashes to see everyone giving Neville significant
looks. Ah, he must have drawn the short straw. Neville blinked and then
drew Hermione closer to his side, belatedly catching the wince of pain as
Hermione jerked away.
�What
happened to you?� Neville asked softly.
Hermione
sighed and rubbed her eyes roughly with the heels of her hands. �To give you
the short story � Voldemort has plans to which he would like me to agree, and
he�s not above sending incompetent twits to bully me into it.� Hermione looked
up at Harry and smirked at him. �Like we�d agree to join his
merry band of sycophants.�
Harry snorted
loudly before responding. �Meh, the old snake
couldn�t handle us � even if he wanted to.� This statement was met with various
sounds of amusement as the awkwardness dissipated.
After the
noise died down, Hermione became suddenly serious as a smoking apparition of a
mouse scuttled across the roaring flames of the fire, seemingly running from
the licking flames.
Hermione was
brought out of her trance by Ron coughing loudly. He was staring at her
questioningly, one ginger eyebrow cocked, as if analysing
her sudden departure from the conversation.
She looked at
her friends apologetically, shrugging her shoulders before giving them a
crooked smile. �Wool-gathering,� she explained.
Harry looked
at her shrewdly, narrowing his eyes before clearing his throat roughly and
asking, �Who?�
Ron then
piped up, before adding helpfully, �Was it Malfoy?�
Hermione
clasped her hands before smiling ruefully. �I wouldn�t have let him live, if
he�d been there � the twitchy little ferret. He�s a bit cleverer than that, I
suppose. Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Pug-face. But I�m
willing to bet my wand that Parkinson and Crabbe are licking their wounds. I
doubt that Voldemort is a merciful master.�
They all
shuddered as they thought of the various punishments that would be meted out
after their glaring failure.
Hermione
glanced at her friends, taking in all of the changes that this war had wrought
in them.
Ginny, with
her fiery eyes and unbreakable spirit had been touched personally by Voldemort,
in her own personal nightmare. With the dark circles under her brown eyes it
was quite clear that she still lived with the nightmares.
Harry, with
his tanned skin, his scar a thin white line, and his mouth set in a grim line.
He, too, was personally touched by Voldemort, but Harry had to live with it on
a daily basis � even Occlumency couldn�t keep Voldemort out, although it
allowed strong barriers that kept Harry�s knowledge and memories his own.
Ron, devoid
of his carefree and boyish attitude, his sapphire eyes glittering dangerously. His newly tanned skin clearly defining his newfound muscular
growth, sitting with a sense of self-assuredness and just looking like he was
finally comfortable in his own skin.
Neville, too,
looked like he was coming into his own; the childish fat that framed his face
had disappeared, leaving him with a strong and angular face of a man. Hmm...working with Ginny seems to have helped his
self-confidence.
She sat there
fervently hoping that they were all strong enough to handle the monumental task
laid at their feet, especially Harry � he alone must
end the life of Voldemort.
She smiled
wistfully as she thought of a Voldemort-free world. She shook her head, knowing
that it served no purpose to dwell on such things.
She reached
over to Neville and tapped his shoulder. �Why don�t you show me what you
learned this summer? I think I have a broken rib or two.�
After
appeasing the delicate sensibilities of her friends, she decided to head up to
her room.
Hermione sat
upon her bed with her golden curtains drawn, stroking the fur of her sleeping
cat. Listening to his purring and the snoring of the four other girls that
shared her dorm gave her the time that she needed to think.
It really
seemed like Professor Snape was almost proud of me, she thought to herself. I
am very glad that I have paid very close attention to him and his behavior;
otherwise I would not have realized how important it was to show no weakness to
one�s enemies.
I must
begin the bases for the Calypso potion. I hope that Neville can manage this
with my help, because if he doesn�t� Hermione sat up as her wand vibrated in her
robes. It must be two already, she thought as she grabbed her black
school robes and put her shiny prefect�s badge on her uniform.
Hermione
walked through the empty corridors, feeling the uneven stones as she dragged
her fingertips along the wall. I hope that he isn�t upset with me. After all
I did do what was expected of me.
Hermione
strode through the inner levels of the dungeons, without her shoes making the
seemingly inevitable clicking. She was walking purposely through the hallways
as she followed the odd pathway of the dungeons. Just as she was ready to turn
back, she found herself being gripped tightly into the arms of a dangerous male.
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