Lacerations of the Soul
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
6,582
Reviews:
36
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 10- A farewell Revelation..
Chapter 9
The funeral was a flurry of somber guests. Hermione didn’t know any of them, save for an estranged Aunt that decided that her sister’s funeral was enough of a shock that she should at least put in an appearance. People would walk up to the young woman and offer condolences and she would thank them, without ever bothering to remember their names.
Severus was a rock behind her, standing just far enough out of the way to not appear overbearing, but there if she should need him. Harry was to her right, Molly to her left, and none of the well wishers knew that they weren’t part of the family. She found a great arm of support in the people surrounding her, each in very muggle attire, of the most somber hue. She had feared for the spectacle that would befall her, but Severus had a keen knowledge of what was correct, so she hadn’t had to instruct him, and luckily Harry helped the Weasley’s with their garb as well.
Hermione realized that these people, the strangers, were the very people that her parents touched on a daily basis, patients, friends, coworkers, colleagues. She must have said thank you a million times by the time it was all over, and as they laid the empty coffins in the ground, she sighed.
Taking a handful of dirt she dropped it into the hole, saying a silent good-bye to her parents. She straightened her black dress, took two steps and faltered, her body giving out on her. A tall dark blur raced behind her, stopping her from hitting the ground. Severus carried her out to the car that the lot of them had driven to the funeral in. He sat in the backseat her cradled in his lap as the rest of the party clamored inside behind them.
“Severus, I know she’s tired, but you should both come to the order headquarters. I want to cook her a large dinner that way she can eat whatever she wants, if she wants anything to eat. I’ll have a huge spread that way she can choose whatever suits her. Besides the best thing to do after a funeral is to celebrate the lives we’ve lost. We’ve lost a lot this year… And will continue to do so, I think we should all reminisce.”
Severus merely nodded as he pulled the girl closer to him. He saw the way Ron was glaring at him, and felt the need to reassert who she was clutching in her sleep.
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The ride was unbelievably short from the cemetery to Grimmauld place and Severus for one was very happy to get away from the group even for the brief minute that he’d be allowed reprieve. He carried Hermione to an open bedroom and laid her down on the soft mattress, staring down at her sleeping form. His heart melted a bit at the sight. She looked like an angel her hair billowing out against the pillow, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted.
He had to fight a large urge to reach down and kiss those pouty lips. “Severus!” She screamed, he fought against the urge to protect her allowing her to dream, allowing her to work out what was going on in her dream. She wasn’t constantly screaming, her face was still serene, and there were no tears.
He’d allow her some sleep, before waking her. He walked towards the door, and stopped as he heard her voice again. “Oh! Severus!” she giggled in her sleep, and he blushed. A pale pink tinge bled against his pale features. Surely she wasn’t dreaming of him… not in a sexual way. He decided to hasten from the room afraid of hearing anymore.
Unfortunately for Severus, the sound of his name on her lips, those very sexy lips, had an unwarranted effect on his libido. How was he going to get through the next few months until she made it back to Hogwarts? He’d never survive.
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Molly was busy in the kitchen; she’d prepared a huge spread of just about every dish Hermione had ever said she liked. She had no less then eight main dishes, every side dish known to America and England, and she wasn’t done yet. No she’d have every favorite meal Hermione had ever had in her life, just to make sure the dear ate. She’d had such an ordeal.
Severus walked into the kitchen with scowl on his face. He had no idea how he was going to deal with the carnival in his pants, if the young woman continued to stay at his Manor. “May I help Molly?” She looked into the black eyes of the man who had caused so much turmoil just a few days prior. She searched wanting to see the truth, if he had or hadn’t, if anything had transpired to this moment even.
She couldn’t find any answers, and so she resigned herself to the situation. It was out of her hands. “Of course, if you’d like.” Together they set about the finishing touches of the meal.
---
Hermione’s dream had started innocently enough; she’d left the funeral and apparated back to Snape’s home. She loved the way it looked, how simple and eloquent everything could be, then she saw him through a cracked doorway to his bedroom, she saw him ditching his muggle attire, and instead switching to his normal everyday black dress robes. And she realized that she could not help herself as she joined him in his room.
It all escalated so quickly and before she knew it, his hands were caressing her naked form, she was laid against his cool silk slytherin green sheets, and he was kissing and nipping his way down her body and up again. She started to call his name; she was so turned on, she began to twist and turn against his touch. She needed him, all of him to heal her.
She gasped as she felt his mouth on her core, his teeth, lips, and tongue doing such delicious things to her body, licking and nipping her into a frenzy. She screamed his name this time a guttural moan ripped from her chest as she bloomed, the emotions, feelings, nerve endings all exploding into a relapse of the senses.
She awoke hot and bothered, her body glistening in sweat, her body heaving from the orgasm shed just received. She looked around the room sheepishly half afraid that Severus had intervened in her dream world, but he was no where to be seen.
With a certainty that she’d not felt since the last day of the school term, she knew one simple fact. She needed Severus to survive. She just wasn’t sure how she was so sure it was a fact. The dream was so real, the meaning tied in a tight little bow. He would have to heal her, from the inside…and out.
The funeral was a flurry of somber guests. Hermione didn’t know any of them, save for an estranged Aunt that decided that her sister’s funeral was enough of a shock that she should at least put in an appearance. People would walk up to the young woman and offer condolences and she would thank them, without ever bothering to remember their names.
Severus was a rock behind her, standing just far enough out of the way to not appear overbearing, but there if she should need him. Harry was to her right, Molly to her left, and none of the well wishers knew that they weren’t part of the family. She found a great arm of support in the people surrounding her, each in very muggle attire, of the most somber hue. She had feared for the spectacle that would befall her, but Severus had a keen knowledge of what was correct, so she hadn’t had to instruct him, and luckily Harry helped the Weasley’s with their garb as well.
Hermione realized that these people, the strangers, were the very people that her parents touched on a daily basis, patients, friends, coworkers, colleagues. She must have said thank you a million times by the time it was all over, and as they laid the empty coffins in the ground, she sighed.
Taking a handful of dirt she dropped it into the hole, saying a silent good-bye to her parents. She straightened her black dress, took two steps and faltered, her body giving out on her. A tall dark blur raced behind her, stopping her from hitting the ground. Severus carried her out to the car that the lot of them had driven to the funeral in. He sat in the backseat her cradled in his lap as the rest of the party clamored inside behind them.
“Severus, I know she’s tired, but you should both come to the order headquarters. I want to cook her a large dinner that way she can eat whatever she wants, if she wants anything to eat. I’ll have a huge spread that way she can choose whatever suits her. Besides the best thing to do after a funeral is to celebrate the lives we’ve lost. We’ve lost a lot this year… And will continue to do so, I think we should all reminisce.”
Severus merely nodded as he pulled the girl closer to him. He saw the way Ron was glaring at him, and felt the need to reassert who she was clutching in her sleep.
---
The ride was unbelievably short from the cemetery to Grimmauld place and Severus for one was very happy to get away from the group even for the brief minute that he’d be allowed reprieve. He carried Hermione to an open bedroom and laid her down on the soft mattress, staring down at her sleeping form. His heart melted a bit at the sight. She looked like an angel her hair billowing out against the pillow, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted.
He had to fight a large urge to reach down and kiss those pouty lips. “Severus!” She screamed, he fought against the urge to protect her allowing her to dream, allowing her to work out what was going on in her dream. She wasn’t constantly screaming, her face was still serene, and there were no tears.
He’d allow her some sleep, before waking her. He walked towards the door, and stopped as he heard her voice again. “Oh! Severus!” she giggled in her sleep, and he blushed. A pale pink tinge bled against his pale features. Surely she wasn’t dreaming of him… not in a sexual way. He decided to hasten from the room afraid of hearing anymore.
Unfortunately for Severus, the sound of his name on her lips, those very sexy lips, had an unwarranted effect on his libido. How was he going to get through the next few months until she made it back to Hogwarts? He’d never survive.
---
Molly was busy in the kitchen; she’d prepared a huge spread of just about every dish Hermione had ever said she liked. She had no less then eight main dishes, every side dish known to America and England, and she wasn’t done yet. No she’d have every favorite meal Hermione had ever had in her life, just to make sure the dear ate. She’d had such an ordeal.
Severus walked into the kitchen with scowl on his face. He had no idea how he was going to deal with the carnival in his pants, if the young woman continued to stay at his Manor. “May I help Molly?” She looked into the black eyes of the man who had caused so much turmoil just a few days prior. She searched wanting to see the truth, if he had or hadn’t, if anything had transpired to this moment even.
She couldn’t find any answers, and so she resigned herself to the situation. It was out of her hands. “Of course, if you’d like.” Together they set about the finishing touches of the meal.
---
Hermione’s dream had started innocently enough; she’d left the funeral and apparated back to Snape’s home. She loved the way it looked, how simple and eloquent everything could be, then she saw him through a cracked doorway to his bedroom, she saw him ditching his muggle attire, and instead switching to his normal everyday black dress robes. And she realized that she could not help herself as she joined him in his room.
It all escalated so quickly and before she knew it, his hands were caressing her naked form, she was laid against his cool silk slytherin green sheets, and he was kissing and nipping his way down her body and up again. She started to call his name; she was so turned on, she began to twist and turn against his touch. She needed him, all of him to heal her.
She gasped as she felt his mouth on her core, his teeth, lips, and tongue doing such delicious things to her body, licking and nipping her into a frenzy. She screamed his name this time a guttural moan ripped from her chest as she bloomed, the emotions, feelings, nerve endings all exploding into a relapse of the senses.
She awoke hot and bothered, her body glistening in sweat, her body heaving from the orgasm shed just received. She looked around the room sheepishly half afraid that Severus had intervened in her dream world, but he was no where to be seen.
With a certainty that she’d not felt since the last day of the school term, she knew one simple fact. She needed Severus to survive. She just wasn’t sure how she was so sure it was a fact. The dream was so real, the meaning tied in a tight little bow. He would have to heal her, from the inside…and out.