Snape's secret

Chapter 8: Interrogations

Snape's POV:

We walked down to Albus' office so she could say goodbye to her adoptive parents who were surprised to see that she was actually smiling. "We're just happy as long as Hermione's happy." Jane explained. Her husband, Christopher, looked a bit pale. I walked towards him.

"Thank you for raising her. You don't know how much it means to me..."

He smiled "She's a great kid. Never fought with anyone in her old school-except that one time where a boy who lived around the corner from us, and he kissed her and then went missing for about half hour..." he laughed "...they found him in the old tree, handing by his trousers. But that was years ago...before she was told about her being a witch."

Hermione snapped her head in our direction in horror "Please tell me your not telling him about Michael Jorkins."

Christopher chuckled "I could tell you that... but then I'd be lying..."

Hermione shuddered "He's a disgusting pervert..."

Jane laughed "Well she took care of him. It seemed forever for him to talk normally again. His voice was so high pitched he would've made a great opera singer."

"Severus, I think we should be on our way to dinner. They're a lot of hungry students out there." He stood "Very pleased to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Granger." Jane and Christopher left using the floo system. Albus turned to Hermione "So which name would you prefer Hermione?"

"Granger, she should keep Granger." I stepped in "It'd... just make things easier."

She gave an uneasy look "Why shouldn't I take my birth name?"

"We'd better be going." Albus said and motioned for us to get along. I'd have to thank him for that later.

Hermione's POV:

The whole walk from the office to the Great Hall felt like walking a mile in slow motion through thick, muddy sand. occasionally gave my dad death glances towards the back of his head. Every possible thought swam through my mind, why wasn't he going to let me take my real last name? Why did Dumbledore save his butt from questions? And the biggest one what the hell was the last memory?

About three Hufflepuff girls were taken aback when they saw me with both Snape, Dumbledore, and McGonagall. No doubt would there be a bunch of ridiculous rumors about me tomorrow, which will be edited by Slytherins so I am either a total whore or a... no most likely they'd make me a slut.

Dumbledore, McGonagall and dad broke off to the back entrance just right behind the Head Table while I just went through the front. About half way down I saw Malfoy and the other idiots snickering and smirking, but someone smacked Crabbe and Goyle's heads together which shut everyone up. I swear there was an echo after that...

"Hey you're Hermione Granger right?" Crap, McLaggen. "It's uh... me Cormac McLaggen. From the Slug Club meetings... and I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me on Saturday. Maybe we could have a butterbeer at the Tree Broomsticks."

"No thanks Cormac." McLaggen opened his mouth to say something but shut it when Dumbledore clanked his glass for attention, angrily he stormed off at the other end of the table. I took the seat next to Ginny and as far away from McLaggen possible.

"Where the hell have you been?" Ron whispered.

"Nice to see you too." I rolled my eyes.

"Hermione you've been gone all afternoon. What did McGonagall want?"

"Just to clarify some of my extra credit work I turned in..."

Harry got a weird look on his face "You're not taking extra classes again are you?" he whispered.