Hello to all, I've been introducing new stories onto my page for the last few weeks. Well, now I'm introducing another. One that I've very excited to introduce to everybody.

I've never written a Snape/Hermione fanfiction before, and I'm really excited!

Unbreakable Vow..

Unbreakable Vow..A magical spell of unknown incantation, in which one witch or wizard makes an oath to another. If either of the two break their terms, they die.

"Do you…Severus Snape, agree to watch over Draco,as he attempts to carry out the deed the Dark Lord has bestowed on him to perform?" Bellatrix whispered into his ear.

Narcissa's hand was slightly shaking, waiting on his answer.

"I will."

Snape's eyes snapped open. That dream tormented him every single night now.

He lay on his bed, his eyes trained on the ceiling above him. This summer had simply been hell for him. And today, class started. No doubt the new dunderheads would be any different this year as any other year.

He felt a slight tingle in his left forearm, and looked down at the mark. The ugly, twisted snake that seemed to move on his arm. Sliding up, sliding down, never stopping. It had burned him half of the summer. There were many meetings, mostly towards the newest Death Eater.

Draco Malfoy.

Snape watched as the Dark Lord branded him. He could have sworn he saw a tear escape the young man, as the black snake branded him forever.

Lucius Malfoy was a fool. Due to all his failures, he now sat in Azkaban, the man who was in the Dark Lord's inner circle. Blood idiot. He had dragged his family into hell, all due to his pride. And power.

He sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers. He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready for any of this.

Hermione Granger lay in her bed, going over her school list in her brain. She was mentally checking off her list of supplies. The most important item was her cauldron; it was tucked neatly away into her suitcase. Over the summer, Professor Snape sent out a message to all of his students, stating that they all had to provide their own Cauldrons for the following year. Due to travesties in the classroom, that had now, destroyed all of his.

He also, specified black for the cauldrons. Hermione wondered why he emphasized that. Well, when she got to the Witch's Brew on Diagon Alley, she suddenly understood.

There were multicolored cauldrons littering the little shop. Pink, Green, Blue, Teal, Yellow, any color you wanted. Hermione saw two girls, younger than her, giggling in a corner, picking out bright pink one's to bring with them.

Professor Snape was not going to see it as humorous as they did.

Over the summer, Hermione had gotten into many quarrels with Harry and Ron over Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy.

Harry was set on believing that Professor Snape was still helping Voldemort, and that Draco Malfoy was now a Death Eater, after learning his father was now in Azkaban.

Hermione was not surprised that Harry believed Professor Snape was still a death eater. He had always told them that he was.

It never bothered Hermione to the extent of anger, but now that he was lumping Malfoy in there with their professor, it kind of annoyed her.

Claiming someone was a death eater, was a serious crime.

Professor Snape had proved time and time again that he was on their side.

"Harry, you could get Malfoy in a lot of trouble for saying that." She scolded him.

"I don't care; he deserves whatever he gets, along with his father."

Ron nodded his head, agreeing with his friend.

Hermione knew if Malfoy heard him, it would stir up more trouble than they needed right now.

"And what about the greasy-haired git." Ron nudged Harry, laughing.

"Ronald!" she yelled at him.

"Oh please Hermione, that's exactly what he is. The bat of the dungeons."

Hermione had heard enough. She snatched her things out of the top shelter, and slammed the sliding door open.

"Aye, where you going?" Ron called after her.

She didn't answer. Only slammed the door in his face.

She always scolded her friends for being disrespectful to teachers. She felt like sometimes, they said those things just to mock her.

It irritated her. For two days now, she had avoided both of them. She had had enough of their childish antics. It was time to get serious.

Suddenly, her alarm went off. It was screaming 7:30, also waking everybody else in the room.

"Hermione!" Parvarti Patil grumbled.

"Turn it off!" Another girl yelled.

She hastily slapped the top of her machine, turning the machine off.

Class started at 8:30, she had just enough time to eat, and read some of the book she had bought from Magical books etc. The newest bookstore in Diagon Alley.

Over the summer, she had checked out books from an older bookstore, Magic and Nonmagic tomes.

She hadn't found anything on the darker side of the magical spectrum. She was looking for information on the death eaters, and how they came to be.

She was not looking for any dark magic of any kind. She had stumbled upon some of those books, but immediately put them back, eliciting many stares in the process.

Not finding what she was looking for, she returned the checked out books. There was one fascinating subject in the books though. It had many passages on the Ministry of Magic.

It didn't shock Hermione. It didn't shock her that the Ministry of Magic had been infiltrated numerous times in the past. Just like it was now.

Hermione pulled on her uniform, grabbing her bathroom case.

She brushed her hair in the mirror, causing her curls to snap back in a static frenzy. She huffed and waved her wand over her head, putting a taming spell on her hair.

Smiling at the progress, she stared at herself in the mirror.

The years had been decent to her unmanageable hair; it was no longer as unbearable as it was in first year. Some days were better than others.

Her figure filled out, but it didn't turn heads. She didn't mind that, she honestly did not care.

She glanced down at her watch; it was close to 7:50.

Hermione descended the stairs from the common room, heading to the Great Hall.

She pushed open the doors, realizing she was one of the very few people down this early for breakfast. Glancing up at the staff table, she noticed Hagrid, Professor McGonnagal, and Professor Snape. Flitwick was trying to get up in his chair, causing the teachers to look on with a small bout of humor.

Hermione sat down at the very end of the table. She dug in her bag for her new book and took it out.

She started to shovel some food onto her plate.

She opened the book, Darkness:Defined. It was absolutely fascinating. It stuck to more things like Werewolves, Vampires, and Deatheaters.

It was absolutely loaded down with facts she had never learned in the Defense against the Dark Arts class. Absolutely fascinating!

Snape sat back in his chair, having enough of listening to Flitwick complain about being a Goblin. He looked out over the few students that sat in the Great Hall, Granger being one of them. The insufferable little Know-it-all had her face shoved in a book. As always.

He snorted; she was studying earlier this year. How annoying.

Snape realized that she didn't have the other two idiots with her today. He raised an eyebrow; they usually followed her everywhere, asking if she could do their homework.

She was chowing down on eggs and bacon, her nose deep in the pages of her book. He suddenly caught one of the words on the cover of the book. He choked on the pumpkin juice he had just started drinking.

Snape stood up abruptly, making his way over to the girl.

Hermione had come across the deatheater section of the book. It was talking about the dark mark, and how it had come to be the Dark Lord's symbol. It also told who the first death eater had been. A mister Lorandi Malo. He was from the northern part of Scotland.

Hermione scanned more of the facts about the first death eaters, and how the snake had come to be their symbol.

'Well, of course, because of Salazar Slytherin.'

Lorandi believed that he had been the heir of Slytherin, so he had created the death eater group. After learning about Voldemort, Lorandi decided to join up with him. He gained power. So much power.

It eventually destroyed him.

Suddenly, before she could read about the initiation ceremony, the book was snatched from her hands.

She looked up, shocked.

Snape was scanning the book. His hands had a white knuckled grip on the outer part of the book.

"What is this Ms. Granger?" He asked her, his voice low.

"I-It's a book I bought over the summer professor." She told him.

He snapped it shut, glaring at her. She shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.

"You are not allowed to read this." He told her, venom lacing his words.

"It wasn't from Knockturn alley or anything like that sir." She hastily tried to defend herself.

"It does not matter Ms. Granger, this book contains things related to the Dark Arts."

"I'm well aware of that sir, but we learn things here related to that subject."

Professor Snape glowered at her. His face showed no signs of letting her have the book back. Hermione never broke eye contact with him. Why wouldn't he let her read it? It didn't make sense to her.

Professor Snape tucked the book into his robes and strode away.

Hermione did a double take. H-How dare him, he just left! Taking her property with him!

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