Devotion (Snape × Student OC)

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Hermione nodded, her expression filled with disappointment "You're the only one who understands. Everyone else believes it's my fault for not controlling Crookshanks." I could hear the frustration and helplessness in her voice. It wasn't fair how everyone seemed to hold her accountable for something that was beyond her control. "I can't believe they're blaming you for this."

I said, my voice filled with frustration. Hermione's expression relaxed a bit as she said "Thank you, Sue." In return, I shrugged, feeling a little guilty, "Well...I haven't done much to help yet..." She managed a faint smile. I patted her messy hair gently "Don't worry. I've got your back. Let's watch the match together tomorrow." Her smile widened slightly, "Sure.."

As I wandered down the corridors, my gaze lingered on the path to the dungeons. A pang of guilt washed over me as I realized I hadn't had the opportunity to wish Snape a happy birthday this year. It had been a month since his special day, and I continued to avoid him, even refraining from saying a simple 'hi' whenever our paths crossed.

The cool breeze of February brushed against my cheeks, mirroring the mixed emotions that swirled within me. Everywhere I went, the chilly air seemed to accompany me, a reflection of the inner turmoil that I struggled to untangle. "At least I can look forward to tomorrow's match." silently rooting for Gryffindor to win.

As I walked through the courtyard, surrounded by damp grass and bushes, a pair of gleaming eyes caught my attention. I wrinkled my brow and cautiously approached. To my astonishment, I saw a black dog. "What...?" However, as I inched closer to the mysterious figure, it suddenly vanished into thin air.

The night set in, I headed towards the Sir Cadogan portrait, which had taken the place of the Fat Lady after her traumatic experience with Sirius Black. Suddenly, Sir Cadogan let out a bellow "Stand and fight, you scoundrel!"
Annoyed, I huffed and frowned at him. "Why are you so angry all the time? Calm down!" He jumped off his pony, waving his sword threateningly at me, but once I uttered the correct password, he finally relented and let me in.

What a bothersome character. Once inside the common room, I noticed its emptiness. It was late, so everyone must have been in their dorms. The room was dimly lit, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. The only sound audible was the quiet crackling of the fireplace.
I began working on my essay about vampires, a topic assigned by Professor Lupin.

The mere mention of the word 'vampire' sent a shiver down my spine, stirring up unsettling memories. My mind couldn't help but wander amidst the tangle of thoughts as I continued writing. The upcoming Hogsmeade visit filled my thoughts, bringing a smile to my face. The night passed, and the following day arrived, with the students and professors heading towards the Quidditch pitch.

Hermione and I joined the procession, walking together towards the destination. As we walked together towards the open air Quidditch pitch, Hermione mentioned "I've heard about Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker. She's in her fourth year and a really great player, or so they say."

I expressed my surprise, "Wow, so she's the only girl on their team?" The sprawling field with its vibrant grass was bustling with activity. Students chatted excitedly, eagerly waiting for the match to begin. Hermione pointed out the Ravenclaw team, who stood united, their blue robes blowing in the breeze. "That's Cho Chang, the seeker."

Hermione pointed towards a petite, graceful girl with long dark hair. She stood out among her team members, exuding confidence and determination. We continued walking, scanning the pitch. My gaze traveled towards the Gryffindor side, where the team was just getting ready. The beaters were practicing their swings, the chasers huddled together, discussing strategy, and the seeker was off to the side, focusing on his own preparations.

I grabbed Hermione's hand excitedly, saying "Come on, let's find a seat!" We navigated our way through the sea of spectators, scanning for an ideal spot to watch the match. The crowd was buzzing with excitement, their chatter filling the air "Over there."

Hermione suggested, gesturing towards an empty space near the middle of the stands "It looks like a good vantage point." The match began, and the crowd erupted into cheering. Lee Jordan, the commentator, excitedly narrated the game as we waved our Gryffindor flags and shouted our support for the team.
"Watch out, Harry!" I yelled, heart pounding as the bludger came flying towards Harry at lightning speed.

He narrowly avoided it, skillfully maneuvering his Firebolt. Hermione clutched my hand in anticipation, her face pale with concern. "That was too close." I huffed in a mix of worry and frustration. "His Firebolt is definitely working for him, but seriously, he doesn't need to be a gentleman in front of Cho! He should be more focused on the game and move quicker!"

My flag still waving in the air. The match was intense, with both teams fighting fiercely for the Snitch. Harry's skill on his Firebolt was evident, but he seemed more concerned with showcasing his fancy moves in front of Cho. Harry, like a bolt of lightning, suddenly darted forward, his Firebolt responding effortlessly.

He stretched out his hand, and with a final, powerful swoop, the Snitch landed firmly in his grasp. Instantly, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar of cheers. We stood up, jumping and cheering excitedly, proud of Harry's winning catch. In the crowd, Wood yelled with joy "That's my boy!"

The excitement reached its peak, and in a moment, a swarm of students rushed from the stands onto the ground to congratulate Harry. While we made our way back to the castle, the excitement of the game still lingering in the air, I glanced at Hermione. Her smile had faded slightly. I knew that the friendship between her, Harry, and Ron was still on shaky footing.

I turned towards her, trying to lift her spirits. "That was so exciting, wasn't it? I can't wait for the next match." I said enthusiastically, hoping to bring back her cheerful demeanor. As we walked into the common room, it was buzzing with liveliness. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, indulging in treats and engaging in laughter filled conversations.

I noticed Ron giving Hermione a slight frown while eating jelly slugs. She whispered to me "I should finish my homework at the library." before quickly grabbing her bag and darting out of the common room. As Hermione rushed out of the common room, I quickly tried to stop her, calling out her name however, she was already gone.

Frustrated, I turned towards Ron and Harry, interrupting their conversation "Seriously? Why don't you two even make the effort to talk to her?" Harry's face turned red with guilt as he explained "I tried to talk to her the other day, but she didn't even look at me."
Before he could finish, Ron interjected "Well, she should get rid of that ugly cat if she wants me to talk to her!"

My eyes widened, and I scowled at Ron. "Don't talk nonsense! She loves her cat, and you can't blame her for what happened with your rat! You both need to talk to her and apologize for your behavior!" Ron rolled his eyes "Why ruin this celebration for us? I'll discuss it later, but not now."

He attempted to pull Harry's shoulder, but Harry resisted and gave me an apologetic look "Sorry, Sue, but I'll talk to her later." he said before turning away with Ron.