As Soon As I Belong
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
7,546
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
A/N: Many heartfelt thanks and much chocolate to my betas, Melusin_79 (who also Brit-picked) and Sahiya, to Shalimar1981 for the early-on brainstorming, and to all the lovely people who have left reviews!
Disclaimer: Not mine and not making any money.
Epilogue
October 31
Only very few people knew where the graves at Godric’s Hollow were. Harry had asked her to add Diversion Charms to them the first time he had visited. She thought he might have had some idea he would not survive his last confrontation with Voldemort, even then, because there was no other reason to suspect the rest of the wizarding world would suddenly want to visit his parents’ graves.
Now that his was among them, of course, the rest of the wizarding world would have liked very much to find them.
They were not quite as well protected as they would be under a Fidelius Charm, but no one who had not visited them before the charms were cast could find them. Hermione had argued that there might be other friends of theirs that Harry didn’t know who came to visit, and they should be allowed to continue doing so. When she had agreed to include a charm to specifically repel Peter Pettigrew, he had finally given in.
And it appeared she had been right on more than one count.
“What’s he doing here?” Ron asked incredulously. “He hated Harry and his parents!”
Hermione shushed him and whispered, “He hated Harry’s dad. I think he rather fancied Harry’s mum.”
“What?”
“Sh!”
The still, black form stood up from where he had been kneeling at the middle grave. A single white rose remained on the ground. The graves to the left and right, belonging to James and Harry, were unadorned.
She wondered if this was a yearly ritual for him, and if so, why she had never seen any sign of his presence. If, on the other hand, this was the first time in many years, why now?
When he turned and saw them, he appeared briefly startled before his face settled into its customary emotionless mask. His face appeared less skeletal than when she had seen him last, though still far more gaunt than he had been just prior. He offered curt but silent nods to them both and walked past them as he left.
“Mr. Snape,” she heard herself call out to his retreating back.
“Hermione!” Ron whispered desperately.
Snape turned to look back at them.
“Well, what is it, Miss Granger?” he asked when she did not continue right away.
“If you aren’t busy tomorrow, perhaps we could have dinner and discuss whether to repeat that experiment under more favourable conditions.” There, that sounded self-assured and potentially innocuous. Well, potentially innocuous to Ron’s ears in any case.
He raised an eyebrow, and she wondered if she could get hold of that now uncursed Time-Turner and take the words back.
“Perhaps,” he said, his voice and expression completely inscrutable.
She nodded and turned back to Ron feeling a bit relieved. The lack of scathing sarcasm was tantamount to enthusiastic acceptance, she rather thought.
“What was that all about?” he demanded.
“Exactly what I said, Ron,” she replied. “Come on, it’s going to be dark soon.”
She tugged him along with her to the three graves so they could make their twice-yearly visit with Harry and his parents. A sad smile came to her lips as she thought of what Harry would have to say about her asking Severus on a date, here of all places. She wondered if, wherever he was, he might understand better now.
As she set down the bouquets that they had brought, she was careful not to disturb the white rose.
Fin.
A/N: As I mentioned before the first chapter, this story was written for the SSHG_Exchange on LiveJournal for the Summer 2007 round. My prompt from Clare009 was the following: Set after the war, in a fit of lust, Hermione sleeps with Snape. Unfortunately, a deadly curse, a parting gift from a now dead Dark Lord, is activated by the act. How do they deal with the curse and their uncertain feelings towards each other? So in addition to the thanks I’ve posted to those who helped me produce this, I have to add huge thanks to Clare009 for coming up with such a great prompt that really let me sink my teeth into it.
Disclaimer: Not mine and not making any money.
Epilogue
October 31
Only very few people knew where the graves at Godric’s Hollow were. Harry had asked her to add Diversion Charms to them the first time he had visited. She thought he might have had some idea he would not survive his last confrontation with Voldemort, even then, because there was no other reason to suspect the rest of the wizarding world would suddenly want to visit his parents’ graves.
Now that his was among them, of course, the rest of the wizarding world would have liked very much to find them.
They were not quite as well protected as they would be under a Fidelius Charm, but no one who had not visited them before the charms were cast could find them. Hermione had argued that there might be other friends of theirs that Harry didn’t know who came to visit, and they should be allowed to continue doing so. When she had agreed to include a charm to specifically repel Peter Pettigrew, he had finally given in.
And it appeared she had been right on more than one count.
“What’s he doing here?” Ron asked incredulously. “He hated Harry and his parents!”
Hermione shushed him and whispered, “He hated Harry’s dad. I think he rather fancied Harry’s mum.”
“What?”
“Sh!”
The still, black form stood up from where he had been kneeling at the middle grave. A single white rose remained on the ground. The graves to the left and right, belonging to James and Harry, were unadorned.
She wondered if this was a yearly ritual for him, and if so, why she had never seen any sign of his presence. If, on the other hand, this was the first time in many years, why now?
When he turned and saw them, he appeared briefly startled before his face settled into its customary emotionless mask. His face appeared less skeletal than when she had seen him last, though still far more gaunt than he had been just prior. He offered curt but silent nods to them both and walked past them as he left.
“Mr. Snape,” she heard herself call out to his retreating back.
“Hermione!” Ron whispered desperately.
Snape turned to look back at them.
“Well, what is it, Miss Granger?” he asked when she did not continue right away.
“If you aren’t busy tomorrow, perhaps we could have dinner and discuss whether to repeat that experiment under more favourable conditions.” There, that sounded self-assured and potentially innocuous. Well, potentially innocuous to Ron’s ears in any case.
He raised an eyebrow, and she wondered if she could get hold of that now uncursed Time-Turner and take the words back.
“Perhaps,” he said, his voice and expression completely inscrutable.
She nodded and turned back to Ron feeling a bit relieved. The lack of scathing sarcasm was tantamount to enthusiastic acceptance, she rather thought.
“What was that all about?” he demanded.
“Exactly what I said, Ron,” she replied. “Come on, it’s going to be dark soon.”
She tugged him along with her to the three graves so they could make their twice-yearly visit with Harry and his parents. A sad smile came to her lips as she thought of what Harry would have to say about her asking Severus on a date, here of all places. She wondered if, wherever he was, he might understand better now.
As she set down the bouquets that they had brought, she was careful not to disturb the white rose.
Fin.
A/N: As I mentioned before the first chapter, this story was written for the SSHG_Exchange on LiveJournal for the Summer 2007 round. My prompt from Clare009 was the following: Set after the war, in a fit of lust, Hermione sleeps with Snape. Unfortunately, a deadly curse, a parting gift from a now dead Dark Lord, is activated by the act. How do they deal with the curse and their uncertain feelings towards each other? So in addition to the thanks I’ve posted to those who helped me produce this, I have to add huge thanks to Clare009 for coming up with such a great prompt that really let me sink my teeth into it.