She's So Much Like You

So Much Like You

Prologue


She was a beautiful young woman; she had been through so many hardships, being born into that family couldn’t have helped much. I must admit to being quite devastated when I found out that she was the one that had set the Beast on the students and the one also that was going to be killed in the Chamber of Secrets. I was shocked beyond belief.

She was so much like you; I couldn’t believe it! She was absolutely charming as she grew. When I found out that she and that brat had started dating I couldn’t believe it. I must admit to being jealous when she started dating Potter.

I am now watching her from a window in the Great Hall; it is a wet, windy eve. She is kneeling down at the foot of a grave and wiping a stray tear from her eyes. It’s Potter’s grave. She comes here devotedly every day to talk to him and tell him how things are progressing. She has grown into a beautiful young woman from the gangly youth she once was.

Her auburn red hair flows freely down her back in a tumble of silken waves. She stands up and I see her shoulders slump. I’m fifty years old now, and have just started to realise just how lucky I am. She has been laying flowers on his grave, lilies. The rain was falling on her and I began to feel sorry for her. She was all alone in the world. All her brothers died, and her friend, Hermione, was married to Avery. A rather strange turn of events and surprised EVERYBODY.

Avery hardly let Hermione visit Ginny. And Ginny didn’t really want to visit Hermione at her home either. Severus knew all this and decided to go to the young woman. He walked out of the Great Hall and soon was by her side. She turned around and saw him standing there.

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t see you there.”

“I think you can dispense with the sir, now, Ginevra. My name’s Severus; I would so like to hear you say it.”

She laughed through her tears. “I can’t believe it’s been five years. Poor Harry, he was always for the greater good, and he even began to trust you in the end.”

He sighed. He unclasped his cloak and wrapped it around her. She sighed when she smelt his aroma surrounding his cape.

“Come, Ginevra, come to my chambers and warm up,” he said offering her his arm. She smiled and accepted it gratefully; she was soaked through to the skin. He glanced down at her body. The cold October weather had made her nipples peak, and he allowed a devious thought or two to run through his mind but he knew he was too much of a gentleman to do what his mind wanted to.

He walked her to the Headmaster’s office and sat her down on one of his forest green leather sofas. She needed to be dried. He offered her mulled wine to help warm her up. She accepted it with a pleasant smile and a lovely expression in her deep chocolate brown eyes.

She took his cloak off her shoulders and set the glass down by a table and knelt down in front of a warm fire. She glowed by the fire and Snape noticed how she glowed with it. It was almost as if the flickering flames of the fire were licking and caressing her and accepting her as its fire spirit.

He watched her rub her hands and place her palms in front of the flame. Her hair was still wet; that irritated Severus a little. It was plastered all over her face and she hadn’t wiped it from her face. He walked into his private bathroom and opened his cupboard. He grabbed a black towel and walked back into his sitting room where she was still kneeling down in front of the fire.

“Could you dry my hair for me, it’s just something that I miss Harry doing, and I’d like you to do it for me. Please?”

“Of course,” he sighed.

Ginny moved and sat between Snape’s legs whilst he dried her hair with the black towel.

“I loved him, you know,” she sighed.

“I know,” Snape sighed.

“I still wear his ring, and sometimes I find myself introducing myself as Mrs Potter. Isn’t that strange? Surely you’d think I’d get over it by now.”

“No,” he sighed. “I’m still mourning over the death of my one true love.”

“Really,” she said. “When did that happen?”

“About thirty years ago,” he replied; he was careful with her hair, as he didn’t want to hurt her.

“You poor creature. Were you mourning her when you were teaching us?”

“All of my life,” he sighed. “In some cases you remind me of her. She was red haired and Gryffindorian.”

Ginny chewed the lower of her lip and turned around. “But that could only be?”

“Yes, Harry’s mother.”

“Harry told me that I was almost like his mother, I could never see it.”

“You are,” he said. Ginny looked up at him. He was attractive. He was sane, now anyway. He was sweet. She had spoken to him a few times but this was the first time they had done something a little more intimate together.

She sighed and leant her cheek against the side of his leg and wrapped her hand around his lower leg hugging it to her. A lump had formed in her throat and her eyes welled up with tears. She clutched onto the fabric of his trousers and began to cry again. Her heart felt heavy. Severus noticed. He stopped drying her hair. He picked her up gently and settled her on his lap. She turned her head into his chest and sobbed vehemently on it. He stroked her hair out of her face and leant down and planted a kiss on her cheek.

She immediately stopped crying when she felt his lips on her cheek.

“What was that for?” she asked, sniffing.

“I hardly know,” he replied. He tilted her chin up and stroked her lips with the pad of his thumb. They were soft. Some tears rolled out of her eyes and landed on his thumb. He bent his head down and captured her lips with his; she moaned and wrapped her hands around his head and brought his mouth closer to hers. She opened her mouth; he took advantage of that and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
He licked the roof of her mouth and the top of her tongue with his; her tongue tingled and he smiled against her lips. She laced his hair between her fingers and began to lick the roof of his mouth with the sweet tip of her tongue before sweeping the base of her tongue on top of his.

His hands began to wonder underneath her top and they were soon on her breasts. He covered one with his hand but she jumped. She broke the kiss and got off his lap.

“No,” she said. “No, we can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“You were my teacher; you’re now a Headmaster and you were a Death Eater, we can’t do this.”

“But that’s all in the past,” he said a little too harshly. “And I wasn’t born a Headmaster or teacher!”

“No it isn’t,” she said going back on her knees and taking his hands in hers. “You’re still in love with Lily, and I’m still madly in love with Harry. I feel like I’ve betrayed him just by touching you.”

“But they’re dead, Ginevra, we can never have them but we can have each other,” he said to her letting his hands slip out of hers and he began to caress her cheek.

“No,” she said taking his hand away from her cheek and putting it back on his lap. She stood up and stepped away from him. “I’m sorry, Severus. You are an amazing kisser and a really good person to talk to. But, I can’t.”

He nodded. She offered a small smile and she walked out of the office. She leant her back against the wall and slipped down to the floor. She knew she had done the right thing but it was breaking her heart. That was the first bit of love and attention she had for a while. She sighed and wished she could run into Hermione’s arms. But Hermione was restricted as to her choice of friends. Ginny felt sorry for Hermione.

Hermione was married to Avery not out of choice but out of necessity. Avery was supposedly a reformed Death Eater, but had to have a good eye kept on him. Hermione was busy keeping her husband happy. Ginny felt that Hermione would rather have died than marry that nightmare of a Death Eater.

She shook her head stubbornly. She didn’t care; she HAD to talk to Hermione and fast. She walked down the winding stairway and out of the door. She bumped into someone.

“Oh look, it’s the Weaslette,” a voice sneered. She looked up into the cold, uncaring eyes of Draco Malfoy. He had lost his fortune, and his mansion and was now forced to be Potions Master. It was said that he was worse than Snape to the Gryffindors.

“Grow up, Malfoy, we’re no longer kids,” she sighed.

“Hmm,” he said looking her up and down. “No, we’re not, are we?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I’m not desperate but if you are the last man alive on Planet Earth then I might just consider you. Then again, it might be kinder to let the human race just to become extinct.”

She pushed him away and walked down the corridor. She knew where Hermione lived and decided that as soon as she was out of Hogwarts she’d talk to Hermione about what has just transpired. She liked the feel of his warm tongue on hers, and she especially loved being curled up on his lap. Some part of her felt like she had come home.

As soon as she reached Hogsmeade she apparated to Avery Manor and walked up to the bleak almost tumbled down building. She knew that this was just an illusion. The Manor was absolutely splendid and beautiful. It was actually one of the most talked about Manor houses in Wizarding England.

She drew in a deep breath and looked over her shoulder. She shook her head. She rang the bell and waited for a servant. One opened the door and looked up at the young bedraggled woman before it.

“Is Mrs Avery in, please?” Ginny asked.

The elf nodded its head. “Yes, Mistress is in.”

“I am Ginevra Weasley, can you please tell her I am here,” she said. The elf opened the door wider and she stepped in. Hermione had heard the doorbell and would have answered it herself but her elf had always got there before her. It was rather annoying.

“Ginny?” she asked.

Ginny looked down at Hermione’s belly. She ran up to her friend and hugged her.

“Pregnant by that creep?” she said distastefully as she looked at it again.

“It’s all part of the sham,” Hermione sighed. “So, why are you here?”

“I went to visit Harry’s grave today, and Snape came out and offered me his arm and some mulled wine. I began to cry and he sat me on his lap and one thing led to another and we kissed.”

Hermione sighed. “Lucky, I always wanted that!”

“No, Hermione, its serious. I felt like I was betraying Harry just by being there, you know!”

“Ginny, it’s been five years,” Hermione said. “Yes we all think about him but we’ve all had to let go.”

“I have to let go off more than just Harry,” Ginny sighed. “All my brothers and my father. I wish that I can help mother.”

Hermione sighed and looked at her friend. “So, what’s Snape like as a kisser?”

“Really good,” Ginny sighed. “Oh, Hermione, he was wonderful, but the thing is he still loves someone else, and I still love Harry. We can’t be together even if I wanted to be with him. To top it all off Draco Malfoy bumped into me.”

Hermione went silent and rubbed her stomach. “W- what did he have to say for himself?”

“Oh this and that,” Ginny said. “The usual creepy smarmy things. I can’t start having feelings for Snape. Harry still has my heart.”

Hermione gulped a little. “Listen, Ginny, Harry wouldn’t want you to be miserable for the rest of your life. Haven’t you heard of Miss Havesham in Great Expectations? She was a woman who was abandoned on her wedding day, and from that moment on she sat in her wedding dress with all her wedding banquet laid out on a table. Do you want to become like that? Do you really want to be so stuck in the past that you can’t move on, even if you wanted to?”

Ginny sighed and waved her hand across her brow. “No, Mia, I don’t. But I don’t think that Harry would be happy with Snape being the first man to court me since his death.”

“You never know,” Mia said in her best know-it-all voice. “He did come to trust Snape in the end.”

“I know,” she sighed.

Ginny decided she shouldn’t stay a moment longer than necessary. She got up and walked to the front door and let herself out. Hermione breathed a huge sigh of relief; that was close, she thought. She decided though that she had to make a regular meeting time with Ginny. She loved her friend. She got up off the chair and walked up to her bedroom.

“Who was that?” the man asked.

“Ginny,” she answered.

The man got out of bed and walked up to Hermione and placed a coil behind her ear. “You know why I’m doing this, don’t you?” She nodded. “Soon, we’ll have everything, Hermione.”

“I know,” Hermione said. The man kissed her on the cheek. “Look, we best not do what we’re planning to for a while. Otherwise it might look suspicious.”

“I know that to,” he replied. “I love you, Mia, you know that. Now I’d better go back to work. Remember, we’re doing this for US, it’s what we always wanted.”

“I know,” she sighed again.

He stepped into the fireplace and blew her a kiss. “Look after our child for me won’t you?”

Hermione rubbed her stomach and looked into his eyes. “I will.”

~*~*~

Severus was on his own in his office; even the dead Headmasters were asleep. All bar one. And that one twinkled annoyingly at him.

“She’ll come round,” he said. “She just needs a bit more time.”

“I shouldn’t have kissed her, Albus, it was wrong.”

“Did it feel right?” Albus asked.

“Yes,” Snape sighed. “Yes it did.”

“So, how could it have been wrong?” Albus asked. “She’ll come round.”

Draco stepped out of the fireplace. He dusted himself down and looked up with a smirk on his face.

“You shouldn’t keep going there you know, she’s going through enough without you using her.”

“Who say’s I’m using her?” Draco asked. “She’s much too beautiful for that dog.”

“As long as it’s genuine,” Snape said with an uncertainty in his voice and eyes.

“Oh, it’s genuine all right. Now, lay off my case Godfather.”

Snape shook his head. Perhaps he should warn Hermione a little that her lover’s motives might not be what they appear to be. He felt sorry for her too, he just hoped he wouldn’t end up kissing her after telling her to be wary. He looked up at Albus.

“What should I do about him?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve been keeping an eye on the situation. He seems genuine enough.”

“Hmm, seems could be the right word.”

He looked away from Albus and decided to have a bath and turn in for the night. He wanted to try and clear his head away from that wonderful kiss he had just shared with Ginevra Weasley.

He looked at the bath and waved his wand at it and it immediately filled up with warm soapy water. He took off his robes and stepped into the bath to relax his muscles. He laid his head on the back of his bath tub and began stroking the sides of the tub with tips of his fingers. He closed his eyes and breathed.

“Well,” he sighed. “At least I know that there is a small piece of hope.”

~*~*~

Ginny went back to her flat. Well, it was Percy’s flat but she had inherited it from Percy mainly because she became Head Girl, the first Weasley female in centuries. Molly was more proud of that than she was of any of her other childrens achievements. She smiled at that thought but then frowned when she remembered her mother’s condition.

She sat down on a sofa and her pet Kneazle jumped on her lap and she began stroking him. He purred and rubbed his body against hers sticking his tail proudly up in the air. She sighed and started stroking his back. He arched her back against her hand to gain more of his Mistresses affection.

She wanted to cry but knew she had shed enough tears for the day. She checked her watch; it was getting late. She had to go to bed; tomorrow she’d do some more research to help her mother out of her coma. She had to get her mother back to life if she couldn’t bring anyone else back from the dead.

She was about to slip off to sleep in her armchair when she heard a voice. She turned around and she rubbed her eyes, as she couldn’t believe what it was she was seeing. Something ghostly was stepping from the shadows; she raised a hand to her mouth and stuttered.

“Harry?”

“Ginny, please, I haven’t got long. Please, don’t hang on to me. I am never coming back.”

“But I love you,” Ginny said. “Harry!” she said leaping up to her feet. “Harry, don’t leave me. Stay with me. As long as you’re around I can never be lonely.”

“No,” Harry said shaking his head. “I can’t. But I want you to know that I still love you; and I want you to be happy. I want you to move on with your life. You are a beautiful woman. It would be unfair to Wizards if you held off because of me.”

“But the only option I have so far is Severus Snape,” Ginny said. “So, please stay.”

“No,” Harry said with a small smile on his face. “No, but my mother is with him telling him the same as I am telling you, you have my blessing to see whom it is that you want to see.”

“Harry, please, don’t leave!” she said reaching out to him and trying to touch his hands.

“I have to,” he said his voice full of regret. “I just wanted to see your beautiful face before I passed on properly. I love you and I always will, but don’t die inside, Ginny. Let yourself live.”

“I will,” she breathed. “I could never forget you.”

“Hey, if you have a son you could call him Harry,” he said.

“You can count on it,” Ginny said. “Can’t I even have a last kiss?”

“Sorry, but now I have to go,” he said as he faded into the shadows slowly disappearing bit by bit. The last thing she saw was his green eyes sparkling in her direction. She sighed.

“I will always love him,” she breathed. She gathered her Kneazle in her arms and walked to the bedroom and smiled as she laid down on her mattress. “And that is the truth of the matter.”


A/N – So, please tell me what you think? This is my first outing with another Severus pairing other than Hermione!