Angels Obliquely

-ANGELS OBLIQUELY EPILOGUE I found myself in front of a modest building with a rusty iron gate. I was about to push it open and make my way to the front steps, busy admiring the details of its muggle architecture, when a familiar voice yelled at me from across the street. I reluctantly turned to face Ron Weasley coming in my direction. "Hello Professor Snape," he said timidly and I got the impression that he wanted to ask me something. "Nice to see you, Mr. Weasley. Do you... live around here?" I asked him hoping he wasn't there to visit with Hermione. "Uh... yeah, just there, across the street," he said pointing to a similar building. He regarded me pensive and then said, "I was wondering when you would come." When I looked at him, he probably noticed my confusion and went on to explain, "Harry told me what you said to her that night at the cabin... I confess I wasn't surprised..." "Oh, and why is that?" I asked him. "I always felt that despite everything, after she joined the Order, you were different... I mean, it isn't difficult to see you have a soft spot for her," he finally blurted out and kept a distance as if afraid I would hit him. I didn't know if I was more surprised at the fact that I was careless enough to let that kind of emotion show so easily, or that Weasley actually showed he had something resembling a brain in that thick skull of him. An awkward silence followed and thankfully Weasley had the presence of mind to break it. "Well, I have to go... have a good day Professor," he said turning to leave. "You too, Mr. Weasley. Goodbye." I turned back to the gate and made my way up to the front steps. Weasley called back from the middle of the street, "By the way Professor, I think the feeling goes both ways." With that he turned and ran up the street, disappearing inside his building. That last statement made me question my own perception of things around me. How could I let that pass? I've always found it so easy to read people's feelings and yet, I failed to notice Hermione's feelings for me. That idea was still foreign to me but it helped a great deal to give me courage to continue. The front door led to a foyer where all the flats were listed beside their owners' names. The building was small, only two stores, and I found the name "H. Granger" beside the number 22. As I climbed the stairs, the old wood creaked loudly at every step. The small corridor on the second floor was dark and rustic, but it had a lot of character, a little like the dungeon, but in a different way. It strangely suited Hermione as well as the dungeon suits me. It was a lot more in character than the mansion she lived in with Duane. The image of her there that night was so out of place that now it seemed obvious that she really wasn't herself. When I knocked at the sage green door, I could feel a little flutter he phe pit of my stomach, making me think of first dates, and I had an urge to run. Instead, I waited. I heard her steps approaching the door and a pause before she unlocked it. There she was standing at the door, clad in a pale yellow bath robe, her hair was back to the mess of wild frizz, falling around her shoulders. She wore no make up or jewelry and I don't think I've ever seen her looking so beautiful. Her cinnamon colored eyes stared back at me in surprise, but she didn't say a thing, and for a few seconds, neither did I. I was just glad to be able to look at her again and it was enough for that moment. Gathering my speech back, I smiled at her and asked, "Got any iodine?" She blushed furiously and laughed softly. Looking at her smile like that, made me think... I would be lying if I said she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but in the simplicity of her attire, the clumsiness of her gestures and the softness of her eyes, I knew for sure that she had everything I could possibly want in a woman. She was amazing for who she was. "I thought you didn't want to see me anymore, after all I've done." She looked down, avoiding my eyes. "You have done nothing. We both know it wasn't you." I looked at her sharply and she nodded. "Come in, Professor." She stepped aside for me to enter. "Severus," I said. "What?" "I'm not your Professor anymore..." "Oh," she smiled and then said as she closed the door, "I wanted to thank you for everything, I don't know what would have happened to me if you, Harry and Ron weren't there... you were like my angel guards." "I doubt I possess anything of an angel, Hermione, let alone an angel guard," I answered, not really enjoying the analogy. She grinned wearing that smug expression that made her look like the know-it-all she's always been. "Maybe indirectly you were." I walked slowly to her and captured her small face in my hands, brushing away the stray strands of brown hair as our eyes locked and I bent my head over to her. She responded promptly by standing on the tip of her toes and encircling my neck, plunging herself in a deep slow kiss... our second kiss, but truly the first, because this time I was kissing Hermione Granger. ................... As the days went by, life returned to its normal course. The school year had started, and the little brats were more idiotic than ever. Nothing had changed. Those were my thoughts as I was returning to my chambers after a Godforsaken day with accidents, explosions and incompetence. I opened the door to my office and was frozen in the act. Mnd ind immediately went for my wand and I carefully entered the room, ready to inquire who that was. In my chair, behind my desk, sat a man in a dark grey hat. That was all I could see at first, for whoever that was, was sitting facing the wall with the back of the chair turned toward the door. All I could see was the hat and the cigarette smoke rising from under it. Before I could even utter a word, the chair turned in my direction to reveal the intruder. "I was getting impatient," said Hermione smiling wickedly. She was wearing nothing but the hat and a tie, she probably found in my closet. The same hat and tie I wore when I met her at Ellyot's club. I let out a sigh of relief as I closed the door behind me. Hermione's little surprise visits were getting more frequent and I had to admit that was the highlight of my day, to look forward to the only escape from my annoying routine. She blew a puff of smoke and put out her cigarette. "I thought you had quit smoking," I said unable to move my eyes away from her bare breasts. "I did, I just felt it would be a nice touch to my outfit," she answered standing up and walking in my direction. "What... outfit?" I joked pulling her close to me. I tilted my head, so I could kiss her under the brim of her hat. She tried to take it off but I stopped her. "Don't, leave it on, it suits you." She smirked and we kissed softly. I pushed her back and slid my hand down the tie, slowly, not breaking our eye contact and gripped at it suddenly, surprising her momentarily. Still holding her tie, I pulled her in the direction of my chambers. She giggled and followed obediently, letting herself be dragged around by her own tie. As we got to the bed, she turned me around and started helping me get rid of my clothes. Strangely, it took her little time to get me undressed. "You're getting good at this," I said and she pushed me on my back. It was a lovely vision of her climbing over me like a cat, her long legs, positioning themselves on each side of my hips, and the tip of the tie, tickling my skin as she slid on my chest to kiss me one more time. Her brown hair fell around my face covering it completely along with the hat. She sat up straight straddling on my erection, just rubbing her moisture on it, letting it spread all over my stomach. I reached for her round breasts and pinched the nipples lightly, making her cry out in pleasure. That always made me smile, the way she closed her eyes and moaned every time I teased her. She opened her eyes and as she slid down on my legs, holding my cock firmly. She said, "You look tense, I think you need something to relax." Without wasting a second, she placed her mouth over it, licking it slowly and teasingly. Her hand moving along with her mouth, squeezing gently but increasing the pressure as she felt my growing pleasure. I could do nothing but admire her graceful movements. As she started to move faster, up and down my length, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold any longer, so I pushed her gently, sitting up and kissing her hungrily, biting her bottom lip. I turned her to the headboard of the bed, grabbing her wrists and placing her hands on the highest part so that she was almost on four. She held on tight as I caressed her curves from the shoulders down, until I reached her firm arse and slapped it soundly, leaving a red imprint of my hand. She moaned loud, throwing her head back. I immediately hugged her waist, speaking softly in her ear, "There's something I want to ask you..." I moved closer forcing her legs wider. When my fingers touched her clit, she gasped and I plunged it further, so I could touche her sensitive spot. She was moaning incoherent words and I smirked satisfied, for soon enough she was begging for me to be inside of her. I thrust inside her easily and felt her warmth around me, She was moving in the same rhythm, slowly at first but getting faster as she got more and more frantic. She started to yell my name as her climax approached and I followed her, collapsing over her back, hugging her tight. After several minutes, we laid down and she regarded me with those huge brown eyes. "What was that you wanted to ask me?" "I find you to be very relaxing indeed," I said and she smiled widely."So what about working on that full time?" She frowned confused and before she could say anything I blurted it out, "Would you like to spend the rest of your life, waking up next to a stubborn Potion's Master?" "Are you asking me to marry you?" she asked wide-eyed. "You are really slow for such an intelligent woman. Of course I am!" She slapped my arm and looking seriously at me, she said, "Do you really have to ask?" "Is that a yes?" "You are really slow for such an intelligent man. Of course it is!" I kissed her in reply, but even if my face didn't show, I only felt relieved after she said yes. THE END. ................................................................................................................................................... A/N : Ok, so there hav have it. I hope I met your expectations. I also would like to let you know that the tittle and a little dialogue in one of the chapters was inspired by a Tv noir movie with Alan Rickman, I felt it would be a nice touch. Thanks: Susan - Thank you, I'm glad you liked it and I hope you enjoyed the epilogue as well. Thanks for reading! spaz141 - Thank you so much for your kind review and I hope you enjoyed the epilogue. I always like happy endings LOL! mother - LOL wow that means I hit the genre then! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reviewing!