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Why did she have to do that? What were they hidding from me? The arms that were carrying me gently put me down on a bed and left. Blaise's words rung through my head just before sleep shut down my concious thoughts.




            Mya I'm a -    A what?



Walking slowly down the hall, I suddenly was reminded of Hogwarts. The torches were the same; they would start as soon as I reached them and end when I walked away.






            I looked behind me, it was pitch black.






            Pure darkness.






            “Hermione! Hermione, where are you?!?”






            “Harry! Ron!” I screamed.






            Their voices were coming from behind me, from inside the darkness. My heart started to beat harshly.






            Why were they in the dark?






            Mustering up all my courage I ran down the dark hallway. “Harry! Ronald!”






            As I ran on I noticed that the torches weren’t coming on. Weird. I continued on though, running blindly in the hallway. Running until I saw the silhouettes of two young men.






            “Harry! Ron! I have so much to tell you!” They stared at me, never blinking. “Wh- Why are you looking at me like that? What’s wrong?”






            They both looked disgusted. Was it because of me?






            After what felt like hours of silence, Ron opened his mouth. “You’re wrong. Snape.”






            “What? Ron I was about to tell you. I swear! And my name is Mya.” I was extremely confused. How did they find out I was a Snape? And why was he acting this way now, when before he sounded worried because he couldn’t find me.






            “Nobody cares about what your name is. You’re just as disgusting as your father. All you are is a cowardly Snape masquerading as a lion.”






            I just stared at him. How could he say that?






            “We’re best friends. Why are you saying that?” I whispered.






            Harry looked at me, and then slowly he smiled.






            I smiled in relief. I knew he would see my side. Harry was always the more sensible of the two anyways. And besides, Ronald was just over-reacting. Like he always did.






            “She’s right Ron. We WERE her best friends. Perhaps we should show her what TRUE Gryffindors do to lying serpents.”






            I gaped at him. I wasn’t a liar. I certainly wasn’t a Slytherin. “I’m not lying! I didn’t know I was a Snape until four days ago!”






            Ron raised his hand and slapped me. “Shut up! You filthy whore. You don’t even deserve to walk on the same planet as us. Let’s show teach her an important lesson mate! Ready to take notes Snape?”






            Harry chuckled.






            Tears were falling freely from my eyes. We are best friends! “I’m still me! I’m still Hermione Jane Granger. I just have a different name!”






            “What did I tell you about talking?” Ron screamed. His fist hitting the other side of my face.






            He took another swing at me, but this time I was ready. Using my new height to my advantage, I made myself smaller. He fist swung in the empty air above me and hit the wall.






            “You little mudblood. You’ll pay for that one.”






            Harry grabbed me from behind. His arms trying to pin down mine. I struggled, but he was too strong for me. He held me still easily and laughed when I started to cry harder.






            “Look Ron,” Harry’s tone was mocking. “The little baby Snape is crying. What’s wrong Snape? Did Ron hit you too hard?”






            “Let me go Harry. Please! Let me go!”






            “Your wish is my command!” He dropped me.






            I fell to the floor with a bang. My head hitting the cement floor. The bones in my arms breaking from the impact. I was sure I had a concussion by now. But that didn’t matter to me. I had to get away. I had to tell someone that Harry and Ron might be possessed. They wouldn’t do this to me. We are best friends!






            I stood up on shaking legs. Crying as Harry laughed, while Ron mimicked my falling and pleas. With all my might I ran.






            “Imperious” Ron’s wand was in his hand, faster than I could take my third step.






            I froze when hearing the spell. How could Ron cast an unfogiveable on me? Especially the imperious curse.



           "Come here."


            My breathing came in small quick gasps. I was crying hysterically, and even though I was dead set against it, I moved forward. The I stopped, a sudden thought occuring to me. He didn't say when. I froze once more, refusing to move.




           Come here NOW!




           Ron and Harry grinned as I began to move towards them. Unwilling, and fearful.

 





“Mya! Mya calm down!”






            I screamed. Tears coursing down my face. Instantly I tried to attack him. My hands never made it. They were stopped, another pair of large colder hand wrapped around them, ceasing all movements my hands and arms were making.






            “Open your eyes Mya. You’re safe.” The voice was soft, and full of love.






            Uncertain I opened my eyes slowly. The face of Severus Snape was revealed to me.






            “It was only a nightmare” He said.






            I looked up at him. It was only a nightmare? But it felt so real! The tears were still there. Why wouldn’t they stop?






            Severus gave a soft sigh, a pulled me towards himself. And then he just held me. He let me cry out all of my tears, all of my fears. I held him back, clutching on the safety that was suddenly in his arms.






            After minutes of nothing but crying and soft spoken words of reassurance, I pulled back. Completely mortified and embarrassed, but now feeling safe and surprisingly loved.






            Honestly if someone came to me a month ago and told me I was going to feel safe and loved in the arms of Professor Snape I would have had them committed. Yet, it was happening.






            “I – I am so so so so so sorry! I just had this nightmare! And I don’t know what came over me. I’m –“






            “If you say you’re sorry, you’ll find yourself regretting it.” He smiled at me. “Why don’t you get dressed and come downstairs. Draco is here and I’m sure everyone wants to know if you’re alright after hearing all that screaming.”






            I blushed. Of course that’s why he was trying to wake me up. I always talked in my sleep, screamed and cried in my nightmares. “Alright” I whispered. A small smile lighting my face. I just had my first father-daughter experience with my real father. Granted it was over a nightmare and I was crying throughout the whole thing. But still, it counted for something right?






            With one last smile and a light squeeze to my arm, he was gone. And I meant gone, like one minute he was here so on so forth.






            What the heck? Can he appaperate here? I’d think he’d have wards up and such. Or did he just move really fast? Like Blaise and Pansy did last night?






            UGH! Too much thinking! I need to get dressed. Get calm. And be prepared to meet Draco… again.






           






            An hour had passed by the time I was finally ready to go downstairs. I had a on a simple casual outfit. Jeans and a t-shirt. Can’t go wrong with it infact.






            The journey down the stairs much like last night went way too fast. I,  unfortunately didn’t get lost, so before I knew what was going on I was in the kitchen doorway gaping at the cute blonde in the chair by front of the oven.






            He had loose platinum blonde hair. Muscles over every single inch of his body visible. I could practically see the sleeves of his black t-shirt stretching so they could fit over his biceps. This man was gorgeous!           






            Severus chuckled, “Mya, I believe you already know Draco Malfoy.”






            Oh no! There was no way in fairy tales that that cutie was Malfoy. Or that I had been staring at him like an owl for the last 34 seconds.






            Again. The fates decided to screw me over and it was in fact Malfoy.






            “Pleasure to meet you Mya.” He held out his hand, much like the perfect gentlemen. Even his voice was amazing! When did this happen?






            “We’ve met before Draco.” I shook his hand. Giving it a firm squeeze, although it felt like I was strangling a rock. He was also extremely cold.






            He gave me a questioning glance, “We have?”






            I looked up at him and smiled sweetly. “Just not in the best of ways. Ferret.”






            His eyes were gold to. The same gold as Pansy, Blaise and Severus. They were all just different shades of the exact same colour.






            How does that even make sense?






            Realization dawned across Malfoy’s face. “Hermione Granger. Well isn’t this a surprise. Thank for the warning guys.” He glared at the trio across the room. The grinned, stupid idiots found this funny.






            “Don’t go pitying yourself just yet, Malfoy. Blaise and Pansy got no warning either.”






            “Why so harsh Granger? You’re wounding me.”






            “I’m not a Granger.”






            “Ahh.. yes. I suppose you aren’t.”






            “That much was only obvious.” I said sarcastically.






            “You hungry?” He asked.






            I stared at him. Where the heck did that come from? “Umm..”  My stomach chose this particularly weird moment to grumble.






            I blushed.






            “I’ll take that as a yes. What would you like for breakfast?”            






            “Breakfast? As in you make me breakfast?”






            “Why else would I be asking?” He rolled his eyes.






            “Umm…. Pancakes?”






            He immediately turned around and got out the supplies for pancakes. I stared at his back.






            Am I still sleeping or is Draco Malfoy, my enemy for 6 years, actually making me pancakes?






            “Psst..Mya.” Blaise lightly elbowed my ribs. I gave him no response.






            “Hey shorty!”






            Now that did get my attention. Shorty? Did he seriously just call me shorty?






            I growled, “Shorty?”






            “It’s your nickname. And you’re going to live with it unless you suddenly grow. Oh, I don’t know let’s say . . . 10 inches?”






            “Jerk! I am not that short!” I lied. I was flipping tiny! I measured last night. 5 feet 1 inch 6 centimeters.






            “The fact that you can’t even stare eye to eye with my shoulder, argues that statement. And as I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted was that you should go sit down. That way your gawking at Malfoy won’t seem as obvious."






            I glared at him. That was it!






            Slowly he put his hands in the air. Trying to look innocent.






            I’m pretty sure it was after Severus told us to behave that I attacked him.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY! It's been so long since my last update. Hopefully they will be coming in faster. I was getting used to my new living and school arangements, so know I should be able to do atleast one chapter a month. Thank you to all those who are still with me! 
Any ideas, or comments for/on the story are welcomed. I have a review box so feel free to speak your mind!
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