Loved By You. (A Severus Snape Love Story)

Chaper Twenty-Five: Professor Umbridge

Dedicated to @infinityreader949 as she asked for me to try and update again before tomorrow morning.

It was agreed between my grandfather, Snape and I that I would recieve occlumency lessons down in the dungeons every Wednesday and Saturday for the foreseeable future.

When I returned to my classes the next day the whole school seemed to be talking about my little escapade during the night, but it seemed no one expected it to be anything serious.
"Have a little nightmare, did you?" Draco called down the Slytherin table at breakfast. "Grandfather have to comfort you, did he?"
"Shut up, Malfoy." I snapped back. "I've heard a lot worse about you and your precious father."
"I've never woken up in the middle of the night crying for my father. Pathetic." He grunted.

I brushed him off, taking a bite of my toast, looking around to see who else was whispering about me. Everyone, it seemed.

After breakfast and before potions I met up with Harry, Ron and Hermione, as I was sure they had also heard of what happened, and so I decided I would explain to them exactly what happened.
"It was him." Ron whispered, to scared to even speak the name.
"Voldemort." Hermione corrected, just to make sure.

I simply nodded my head in response.
"And you say he was speaking to you?" Harry asked. "What did he say?"
"He was asking me to join him." I explained. "That's when I went to get my grandfather, I was scared of what would happen if I said no."
"Don't worry about it, you'll be fine." Ron promised, but each of us knew he was only saying it to make me feel better.
"But are you sure you can trust Snape? You don't want that moan roaming around you head, do you?" Harry commented.
"I don't really have a choice, do I? If it keeps out Voldemort then I'll try anything." I told him. "Anyway speaking of Snape, we're going to be late for potions."

Quickly we started to make our way down to the dungeons, barely making it on time.

I was to be in Snape's class the majority of they day with double potions first, then I was helping out with 3rd years, and then I had a double period of Defence Against the Dark Arts before returning to Snape's class to help him with the 2nd years.

"Miss Dumbledore." He nodded as we walked in. "Weasley, Potter, Granger, take your seat." He demanded. As I walked into the room people started whispering again. There was so many different versions of what happened during the night that it was hard to keep up; some said I simply had a bad dream, others claimed that I had done it for attention, and then there was the mad ones saying I had been possessed.
"Did you hear about what she did last night." One of the particularly bitchy Gryfindor girls said to her friends. "Apparently she woke up at 3 in the morning screaming bloody murder and when she actually did wake up she was acting like she was still dreaming."
"I heard she crying for Dumbledore, saying she was having a nightmare." The other girl replied.
"It's all for attention, she can't even go to sleep now without making a scene." I watched them all intently as I took my seat. Often they would turn around and stare at me a second before going back to their conversation. Snape continued to teach but eventually became agitated with their continuous talking.
"Will the three of you shut up." He snarled. "I hardly think what happened to Miss Dumbledore last night was any of your business."

They shut up for a grand total of 2 seconds, while Snape turned his back to continue writing on the board. They sniggered and I noticed one of them turn to look at me before they went on with their whispering.

They remained unnoticed for a while more until Snape turned quickly and stormed over to thier desks.
"That's enough." He demanded. "I want the three of you down here for detention, tonight at 8:00."

After that Snape wasn't in the best of moods and set us all an essay to write for the rest of the lesson, to be honest I wasn't in the mood to be doing much else anyway.