A.N. I am so crazy out of my mind insane for writing this story. I don’t know how it ends, but I know it will be fun.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters J.K. Rowling does and I hope that she never has to endure what I do to her characters. May I add many thanks to her for allowing us to write fanfiction about/based on her work.

By the way the song is just what I was when this story clicked…. With me it’s more the tune than the words. But I just thought I would put it there for the hell of it.

Chapter 1: Art and its uses

Wonderwall – oasis

It started She learnt how to draw in the summer break. She couldn’t really help herself. She always finished everything before everyone else and it was so tempting to draw when she had paper in front of her a quill in her hand and a convenient inkwell right there. She was busy drawing the inkwell itself when she didn’t hear the question. The room went extra silent. Snape turned puzzled at the difference, “well, well.” He said quickly spotting the bowed head, with mop of bushy brown hair. He stood just behind her, breathing down peoples necks usually got their attention in time for him to have read over their shoulder; in this case He had time to acknowledge a very good likeness in her drawing. She sensed something, looked up, and stiffened as she quickly realized what had happened “Miss granger, the answer if you please.”

Hermione, froze, she didn’t know the question and Harry couldn’t slip it to her without Snape seeing. A couple of minutes of gasping air passed. Before Snape let her off the hooking, “Detention, Granger, for not paying attention in my class.”

She sighed, and gave Harry a look that said warn me next time.

Since then things happened. Slowly at first but then in a land slide, It was the detention that took a long time in coming and going, but it was an important event. After polishing the same spot for the 10th time, Hermione needed a break. And spotting this Snape’s temper fumed. But she was sharp tongued and quick minded not to mention strong willed. “Wow, you know after a bit of polish you can really appreciate this stuff”

“less talking more working Granger.” Snape snapped he was tired, the bags under his eyes more evident than usual, but that didn’t mean he was keen to shorten the misery of Hermione.

“I mean I would love to draw some of this stuff… just for practice.”

“Shut it. Drawing is what got you into this mess.”

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Useless art.”

“No its not!” Hermione abruptly replied spinning to face him and not quite realizing how close he was, but she didn’t want to back down. “Art is used everywhere, it’s just so common people don’t see it. Illustrations in books, potions transfigurations, defense against the dark arts….” She took a breath, “the paintings in the head office and all over the Hogwarts, they keep secrets, knowledge, and rooms’ safe.” She breathed again, “And Art is enriching. It teaches you how to see in a different way.” She blushed aware of the amount of trouble she had probably gotten herself into.

“I see.” Snape said, “And this is more important than paying attention in my class how?”

Hermione looked down, blushing. This, unknown to Hermione, always had the effect of bringing all eyes onto her. Of course it was only Snape and herself in the small room and Snape, later, cursed himself for falling for it but he did look her up and down. Suddenly the space between them seemed a little less than it should be. He took a step back and remained impassive.

Hermione looked back up, “Sir, I’m sorry.” She whispered, “I thought I was ahead of the class…. It won’t happen again…:”

“No I trust it won’t” Snapes slick voice uttered, “get out of here granger.”

She looked shocked the detention wasn’t even half way yet. She hurriedly walked to the door, swinging her bag over her shoulder. Every step watched by Snape. And when she had her hand on the door knob, she turned, “Sir, I was wandering how do you create new spells?”

“not now granger.” He said in a firm tone. She quickly fled the room. Severus left ten minutes after her, he had had a long day and was tired, so he slipped up and maybe he had listened because it was granger, the smartest girl in the school and the most dedicated to her studies. He made a mental note to never allow students to apologies or explain things again. There would be absolute silence in detentions.

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“Oh good Hermione!” Ron exclaimed as she entered the common room, “Just in time to explain what McGonagall means when she says a 3 foot long essay on transforming snail shells into buttons.”

“Oh, Ron, I’m always in time to ‘help’ with your homework… You never start it without me.” She half laughed.

“Hey, ‘Hermione.” Harry asked, “how come you are out of detention so early.”

She shrugged, “I think I annoyed Snape By talking to much.”

“Why were you talking to Snape?” Ron demanded fiercely, “What on earth did you talk about?”

Hermione pulled herself up to her full height, “Ronald Weasly, Where do you come off using that tone with me! You know you don’t own me. You don’t treat your girlfriend like this, nor do you treat Harry like this so why me?”

Hermione stood, A hand on her hip, and her lips pursed.

“Gee, sorry, Hermione, I didn’t realize…”

she raised her eyebrows.

“I just wanted to know what on earth you would have to say to Snape.”

“Okay, well spoke about intelligent stuff like potions. Now give me you assignment.”

She knew she was being a bit harsh, but the thing was she had been think about it, and although Snape may or may not be on the dark side he was the perfect person to be in an apprenticeship under. He wasn’t afraid to learn new things, she saw his old potions book, and she wanted to know how to make better potions to, but she wasn’t much for experimenting… well at least not experimenting with things that could explode or worse turn you inside out. She almost gagged at the thought.

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That night All three of the trio dreamt.

Ron woke up, ran a hand through is red hair and stretched. It was breakfast time; he knew and was eager to get there. He dressed, grabbed his books and hurried down to the great hall. Hermione was there already and She had brought her ginner cat. To his horror the cat was eating everything. He ran through to the table, but he never got any closer, it was as though he was on a treadmill. The cat just kept eating and before he had even reached the table all the food had been finished and the cat disappeared. Hermione Shrugged at him, and left. Leaving him alone in the barren hall.

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Harry walked down a dark passage he could hear crying many people crying and as he got closer his scar started to tingle. He could see a circle of people in the distance, immediately he recognized Ron tears in his eyes and hugging his sobbing sister. Dumbledore was there, McGonagall, the Weasleys, he was there too. Bashing his fists against the wall. He pushed through to see what was causing the commotion. Snape was on the floor, crying over something. Harry moved to get a better view. He gasped and backed away into something cold. He spun around and shivered from shock, “But Hermione, your dead?” He asked, turning back to see the bloody body of Hermione being cradled by Snape. The image of Hermione moved in front of him. “you can save me Harry.” She said before vanishing.

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Hermione Dreamt of a library filled with golden light and hundred books she had never even heard about. She picked up the one and fell back into an old comfortable armchair and read to her hearts content.

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Ron woke up, “Oi, I had such a terrible nightmare.” He groaned.

“Tell me about it.” Harry winced, is fists felt bruised as though he really had been hitting wall all night.

Ron jumped down, and started pulling on his cloths, “first breakfast.” He insisted. Soon they were there. Ginny and Hermione were as well, Hermione was showing Ginny a trick she had learnt from a book she read in her sleep. Ron sat down a smiled broadly, good thing that awful cat isn’t here, he said telling them his dream. They all found it funny. But Harry couldn’t really enjoy it. His own dream kept bothering him, but he didn’t want to tell Hermione or Ron because well, he hadn’t dreamt of them dying before and it scared him. So he pulled Ginny aside and told her. She looked skeptical, “Harry Snape crying over Hermione don’t you think that’s a bit weird. I mean it’s probably just a dream, don’t your premonitions usually involve you being you-know-who?”

“this was different, yes, but I think it’s important.”

Ginny nodded, “okay well maybe you should talk to Dumbledore? Or just tell your friends?”

“I’ll see the dreams continue, I think.”

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