Unintended Guardian

2.) 7th year and Malfoy.

As the train pulled up to Hogsmede station, Hermione, Harry and Ron made their way towards the self-drawn carriges, they boarded them along with Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood.
The ride was a bit long and not as magical as the boats in their first year, but, it was good enough. Luna made small talk with the the trio and Neville but never stayed on one topic for long.

As the carriges pulled up to the school the students filed off and clambered inside the grand castle known as their home; Hogwarts. The children from second years upwards sat at their tables as they awaited the first years, for they were to be sorted. Hermione didn't pay much attention as she was thoroughly lost within the thoughts of her mind. As her thoughts drifted, they ventured from her friends, previous years, studies, grades, then finally, they stopped at a certain coal-black haired, moody, dark, bat of the dungeons professor, Severus Tobias Snape. Now the young, bushy-haired, brightest witch of her age had never understood, in her highly intellectual brain, why she liked the sarcastic, brooding, potions master. But she does, very much, and has for the past three years.

While she was in the middle of daydreaming about the snarky bat she felt an unusual sensation in her head, it kinda hurt if she was being honest. She realised someone was using legillimens on her and looked around to find out who it was.
'None of the students'
She looked up to the teachers table and her eyes locked with Snape's, as soon as she realized it was him, she got angry and forcefully pushed him out. She knew she succeeded when a shocked look temporarily flashed across his face and he flushed a dark pink in embarrassment when he realized that she knew what he probably saw while venturing through her thoughts.

As soon as the students were allowed to leave she almost ran to the exit. She rushed down the hall, up the stairs, all the way to the Gryffindor tower and flung herself onto her bed in her solitary room, and screamed at the top of her lungs after quickly putting a silencing spell on the room.
She then remembered that she had potions first thing in the morning and screamed louder until her throat ran raw and started hurting. Then she accioed a glass of water, sculled the whole thing, and cried herself to sleep, hungry and alone.

The next morning, Hermione awoke with a groan of annoyance. 'Potions ugh.' She did well in potions, it was her favorite even before she had a crush on the professor of that very subject. But after what happened at dinner the previous night, she wanted nothing to do with it. She wanted to curl into a ball six feet under, bury herself in it, and die. She didn't want to face Snape after what he saw in her head. It would be too awkward, and she wouldn't be able to concentrate. 'Maybe I should just call in sick?'
No that was the stupidest idea her brilliant mind has ever thought of. She was never sick.
Even when she was, she would never take a day off school, she had to stay ahead on her work. She wouldn't allow herself to fall behind because of some stupid incedent. With that thought in mind, she got herself ready for the day and headed down to breakfast.

"Hey, mudblood!" Draco Malfoy, pureblooded Slytherin. Thinks he's better than everyone else with his blood status, fame, and riches. Pathetic, honestly. Hermione was on her way to the potions classroom when Malfoy blocked her way.
"Shove off Malfoy." Hermione muttered. "What was that 'Buck - tooth'?" "You heard me Malfoy, leave me alone." "How dare you speak out of turn? You filthy little mudblood!" He pushed Hermione down the last flight of moving stairs.

The last thing she remembered before it all went black was someone shouting her name and long black robes flowing gracefully around a tall slender build with with a mop of greasy black hair. 'Severus.'