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That would show him. It most certainly would! My feet tapped noisily at the hardwood, but I ignored it in favor of my angry pacing. He would rue the day that he decided he needed to control me. With an angry shake of my head, I walked to the window, and leaning against it, I sighed.
Well, I had done it. I had sent the letter that I had wanted to send for months all because of a fight with the famous Ronald Weasley. With another sigh, I walked over to the bed in my one bedroom apartment, sat down, and rested my head in my hands glumly.
Ron didn't deserve the anger I felt towards him. He was just being his regular self. All I had to do was remember that he wasn't always pig-headed. Not always. And a silly schoolgirl crush wasn't going to do anything. Especially sending a letter to a schoolgirl crush wasn't going to do anything. However, it had been sent. Nothing could take it back and he was going to read it and think me a fool.
I flung myself back onto my bed and stared at the ceiling for a good long while.
Ron would come running back eventually, begging me to take him back, not that I had really disposed of him. He would apologize and I would accept with a kiss. It was as simple as that. But now I had sent that ruddy letter!
I could always just run away. Or you could just marry him, Hermione.
"Gah!" I groaned, sitting up. I couldn't marry Ron, that wouldn't solve a thing. Well, it might solve any conclusions that the letter-receiver might think, but it would only make everything else worse. With a sigh, I picked up my pacing again.
Before I could begin ranting again, there was a soft knock on my door. Walking over, I glanced through the peep-hole and with a grateful sigh, I pulled the door open.
"Ginny." I smiled and stood back to let her in.
"What has he done this time?" Ginny said walking in and straight to the small kitchen.
"Oh, just the usual." I said, simply. "He just wants to control me is all."
Ginny harrumphed and set the kettle on. "You two should just sort this thing out once and for all because I'm sure getting tired of having Ron run to me every bloody time there's an issue between the two of you."
I shrugged and laughed lightly, and I saw a smile alight on Ginny's face.
"He loves you, you know that, right?" Ginny said, turning to face me.
With a sigh, I nodded. "I know. But…"
"No buts." Ginny said, slapping my hand. "It's true. He does love you."
No one ever listened to the buts. I know that by now. Five years since the war and throughout all the dating and all the fights, no had ever listened to the buts I felt about this relationship. And the fact that I've had a silly schoolgirl crush, of course, has never come into play.
"So why don't you just marry him?" Ginny asked the same question every time, just to get it out of the way before we could start drinking our tea.
"It's not time, yet." I said, giving the same lie as I always did. I think it will never be time. Especially not while I'm harboring this ridiculous crush.
Ginny nodded and handed me my cup. "What are we going to do tonight?"
I laughed and tried to forget about the two others in my life as I followed Ginny's lead and tried to have fun. However, I couldn't stop worrying about that bloody letter. What was he going to think?
What was a bloody owl doing knocking at my window at 6 in the bloody morning? With a grunt and a groan, I stood from my bed and walked to the window. I yanked the window open and the owl swooped in, dropping a letter on my bed. Rolling my eyes, I retrieved the letter and all but tore it open.
Dear Professor Snape,
I know that it has been a while since we have talked, but I was wondering if I could visit. I have some things that I would like to discuss with you about various things.
Awaiting your reply,
Bloody Hermione Granger!? With a strangled gasp, the parchment slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor. Spoken? We have never spoken! About anything! And now here she is, wanting to intrude on my solitude and ask me questions! It is unborn! No! She cannot come! I have classes to teach and there is no way that I can squeeze time in for her!
Before I could lose my resolve, I pulled out a spare piece of parchment and hurriedly scribbled away at it. I quickly gave the message to the owl and sent him on his way.
With a sigh, I stuck my head in my hands. How could I have done that? Why did I do that?
With another heavy sigh, I stood from my cluttered desk and quickly used to the restroom. After washing my face, I changed into my robes and headed out into the hall. Leave it to a bloody woman to have me up and wandering the halls in the early hours of the morning.
Why does she think she deserves to ask me questions when she hasn't contacted me in five years! Let alone treated me well for the other amount of time I have known her!
But what does she want to know? My treacherous thoughts quickly changed paths, and I found myself wondering what kind of questions she had in mind.
"Professor Snape?" I heard a voice sound behind me.
Forcing myself to not roll my eyes, I turned to face her. "Headmaster?"
McGonagall's stare could scare anyone into telling the truth. However, I had been around long enough to realize that she wouldn't force one to say anything.
"I have not seen you out of your rooms until classes begin in years. What has caused this desire to roam the halls before the sun is even up?" She asked, and we continued the walk I had started, talking quietly.
"I received a letter early this morning." I stated simply, hoping she would leave it at that.
"A letter?" she asked, her voice obviously intrigued. "You have not received post in quite some time. May I inquire after who sent this letter?"
I held back a sigh. "Hermione Granger."
"Miss Granger?" Minerva stopped dead in her tracks. I kept my back to her, hoping to not reveal anything.
"Did I stutter?"
"Miss Granger contacted you?" She asked again, but I formulated no reply. "What, pray tell, would have her write to you?"
"I have a feeling that I should be offended." I smoothly released, hoping to put off the question.
"I meant no disrespect, Severus. It is well known, however, that you and the three of them never got along, so I am only wondering why she now feels the need to contact you."
I nodded. "I am wondering the same thing."
"She didn't say in the letter? What did the letter say exactly?" We picked up our slow pace again.
"Minerva, I would not tell a soul the matters of my personal affairs. However, as you are one that I have trusted ever since the war ended, I will trust you with the few words that were in the letter. I expect full secrecy, however." I said, stating what I figured would be obvious, but thought I'd say just so it was clear. Minerva nodded her agreement. "She wishes to meet with me."
"Meet with the entire staff, you mean?" She asked, obviously trying to make sense of the very short letter.
"Her letter said no such thing. She asked for an audience with me and that is all the letter entails." I quietly wondered if the absence of words in her letter actually spoke volumes. And if they did, what were they saying?
"An audience with you." Minerva repeated, sounding as if she was trying to taste the words. I only nodded. "How very odd." Again a nod. "And have you replied?" I nodded again, suddenly fearful of the direction of conversation. "Have you agreed to meet with her?"
"Whether I meet with her or not is my personal business." I stated simply, not wanting to reveal the truth.
"That is true, but I do know your feelings towards her, Severus. I just wish to remind you that you have my support in whichever way you choose."
I stayed silent but offered a soft nod. If I opened my mouth, the entire truth would spill out, and that might just cause reality to collapse.