Melancholy Affection
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,847
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40
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A Glitch
Author's Note: thankyou again to my wonderful reviewers. This isn't going to be so warm and fuzzy any more, I've decided to make it a bit more interesting. Thanks to firewall for reviewing and giving me a great idea for my title, to lisa for keeping with me and thanks to beeky63 for loving it!!
Three weeks had passed since their delicious date. After their meal they had gone back to his apartment and fucked ‘til the sun had come up. They had eaten breakfast together and then Hermione had kissed him goodbye.
He had seen her since of course, but he missed her terribly when she was away from him. He occupied his old rooms in the dungeon and led his life just as he had when he had been Potions Master before, the same teaching robes, the same snarky outward appearance. Yet in the evenings when classes were over, she would often floo into his quarters and they would enjoy each other’s company, and shag a lot, of course.
Things would have been perfect, had Potter not fucked up.
----
It started slowly, reports of Death Eater sightings, just the odd one, not in groups. Lucius Malfoy having escaped from Azkaban, Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange’s house suddenly disappearing.
Voldemort had been destroyed, the fact that the dark mark had been obliterated from Severus’ arm, and from the others too, was irreputable proof, but his followers had not. The reports in the Daily Prophet were more than enough to send Hermione mad with worry. That evening, as they sat in his sitting room, Severus reading the day’s paper, Hermione fixing him a drink, Severus hoped that Lucius would not come to Hogwarts. Lucius had to be the ringleader, he’s always been insanely loyal to the Dark Lord.
“Things like this,” Snape mused out loud, “ Make me wonder why we no longer have the death penalty.” He threw the newspaper into the fire, his mood darker than it had been in a long while. Why hadn‘t Potter slaughtered the bastards in the battle with Voldemort? Hermione scowled as she handed him his drink. He downed it in one. He watched her as she took her seat opposite him. She relaxed back into the armchair and returned his gaze, her eyes full of concern.
Severus tapped his glass with his wand, instantly refilling it. He lifted it to his lips and sipped, before sighing and putting his glass on the small table next to his chair. He sighed and reached out to Hermione. She grasped his long fingers and squeezed.
“What’s wrong? You seem really worried about something?”
“I am.” He pulled at her hand, forcing her to stand up, then grasped her waist and pulled her into his lap. “I want you to promise me that you’ll be careful. I know Lucius and he wasn’t exactly happy with me when I hexed the hell out of him and told him where he could shove the Dark Lord.” he smiled at the memory. Hermione snuggled close to his chest.
“Why would he go for me?”
“To hurt me, sweet.” Severus was horrified at the thought. He could imagine Lucius and his devilish followers kidnapping Hermione and hurting her, just to lure him in. He shuddered and Hermione hugged him close.
A little while later, Severus noticed that she was asleep. He conjoured a blanket to cover them both and fell asleep with her, his head resting on the top of hers.
----
Hermione examined her patient’s wound carefully. Slashed by a Hippogriff. The stupid man should have been more careful. She muttered a painkilling charm to numb the deep cut across his chest and probed deeper, making sure there was no contamination. Luckily there wasn’t, and the Hippogriff’s claw had narrowly missed severing the pectoral muscle. She rummaged around in the cloth bag hung across her body and pulled out a small vial of a deep green potion, a new potion of Severus’ concocting. Sprinkling the liquid onto the wound and strapping a bandage around the man’s chest, she finished caring for him, and took her leave, advising him to take plenty of rest and not to over exert himself. She stepped out of the emergency depertment and into the corridor, heading for the reception area to see what else was waiting for her. She pushed open the doors to the small waiting room, only to have a wand at her throat.
“Well, fancy bumping into you, Mudblood.” a cold voice sneered at her.
Three weeks had passed since their delicious date. After their meal they had gone back to his apartment and fucked ‘til the sun had come up. They had eaten breakfast together and then Hermione had kissed him goodbye.
He had seen her since of course, but he missed her terribly when she was away from him. He occupied his old rooms in the dungeon and led his life just as he had when he had been Potions Master before, the same teaching robes, the same snarky outward appearance. Yet in the evenings when classes were over, she would often floo into his quarters and they would enjoy each other’s company, and shag a lot, of course.
Things would have been perfect, had Potter not fucked up.
----
It started slowly, reports of Death Eater sightings, just the odd one, not in groups. Lucius Malfoy having escaped from Azkaban, Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange’s house suddenly disappearing.
Voldemort had been destroyed, the fact that the dark mark had been obliterated from Severus’ arm, and from the others too, was irreputable proof, but his followers had not. The reports in the Daily Prophet were more than enough to send Hermione mad with worry. That evening, as they sat in his sitting room, Severus reading the day’s paper, Hermione fixing him a drink, Severus hoped that Lucius would not come to Hogwarts. Lucius had to be the ringleader, he’s always been insanely loyal to the Dark Lord.
“Things like this,” Snape mused out loud, “ Make me wonder why we no longer have the death penalty.” He threw the newspaper into the fire, his mood darker than it had been in a long while. Why hadn‘t Potter slaughtered the bastards in the battle with Voldemort? Hermione scowled as she handed him his drink. He downed it in one. He watched her as she took her seat opposite him. She relaxed back into the armchair and returned his gaze, her eyes full of concern.
Severus tapped his glass with his wand, instantly refilling it. He lifted it to his lips and sipped, before sighing and putting his glass on the small table next to his chair. He sighed and reached out to Hermione. She grasped his long fingers and squeezed.
“What’s wrong? You seem really worried about something?”
“I am.” He pulled at her hand, forcing her to stand up, then grasped her waist and pulled her into his lap. “I want you to promise me that you’ll be careful. I know Lucius and he wasn’t exactly happy with me when I hexed the hell out of him and told him where he could shove the Dark Lord.” he smiled at the memory. Hermione snuggled close to his chest.
“Why would he go for me?”
“To hurt me, sweet.” Severus was horrified at the thought. He could imagine Lucius and his devilish followers kidnapping Hermione and hurting her, just to lure him in. He shuddered and Hermione hugged him close.
A little while later, Severus noticed that she was asleep. He conjoured a blanket to cover them both and fell asleep with her, his head resting on the top of hers.
----
Hermione examined her patient’s wound carefully. Slashed by a Hippogriff. The stupid man should have been more careful. She muttered a painkilling charm to numb the deep cut across his chest and probed deeper, making sure there was no contamination. Luckily there wasn’t, and the Hippogriff’s claw had narrowly missed severing the pectoral muscle. She rummaged around in the cloth bag hung across her body and pulled out a small vial of a deep green potion, a new potion of Severus’ concocting. Sprinkling the liquid onto the wound and strapping a bandage around the man’s chest, she finished caring for him, and took her leave, advising him to take plenty of rest and not to over exert himself. She stepped out of the emergency depertment and into the corridor, heading for the reception area to see what else was waiting for her. She pushed open the doors to the small waiting room, only to have a wand at her throat.
“Well, fancy bumping into you, Mudblood.” a cold voice sneered at her.