Fucking with Snape

Chapter 12
What Happened Next, You Ask?


Well this was unforeseen. I am not quite sure how to handle this situation at all.

She is so beautiful to me. Witty, intelligent and so damn irritating! She really is a know it all, you know.

And I love her, may the Gods help me.

I can not quite bring myself to get out of this bed, although the morning beckons the start of the day. Back to the weekly routine, the dreariness of my existence. With a difference this time.

Hermione.

Sleeping next to me. She hasn’t left my side since I took her on my desk. She has shared my bed every night. Lest you think I am some sort of pervert, I must point out to you that she is of age. She is a seventh year and she will be graduating in two weeks.

We haven’t talked about the future. Our future. I am afraid of what I may hear.

I’t h’t hold her back from her dreams, no matter how selfishly I desire to do so. She is the only person, besides Albus and Minerva who really knows me. Really knows me.

And she loves me in spite of it all.

She is my reward for the path I choose all those years ago. I used to question my actions all of the time, now I don’t. The past is another country, they do things differently there.

It has been very hard, but I accept her love for me and my love for her. I will always be a taciturn man, even at times with her. I will always have my taciturn façade, it keeps me safe. Severus Snape, greasy git Potions master of Hogwarts is who I am in public. The face, the person I am with Hermione is private and will stay that way.

So I lay here next to her, she is so warm against me. I play with her hair and I softly stroke her face. I whisper that I will love her forever. But I do not tell her this. I do not want to influence her choices. I want her to make them on her own, without regards to me.

It is the least I can do for her.

As for the whole mess with Filch the love potion and that damn Mrs. Norris?

Well, as with most things the whole situation worked it self out in the end. Well, I sort of helped. I mean Hells Bells! I had just taken her virginity on my desk.

I had no choice but to admit that I had spiked her punch. I admitted that I had enjoyed the fact that Filch had drunk it and had fallen for her.

I also admitted that Mrs. Norris must have somehow drunk some of the punch, because there really was no other logical explanation for her sudden, shall we say odd, behavior.

It is amazing what sex does to one’s brain. Not that I will ever let her know just how much control she has over me or how the scent of her drives me insane.

Anyway, I gave poor Filch the curative for the potion and slipped some into Mrs. Norris’ food. It did the trick, although Filch did pout for a few days, and Mrs. Norris hasn’t been seen since. I am sure she is fine, as Filch hasn’t bitched about her being missing. I must assume she has taken to her rooms to avoid gossip. Hee hee.

As for Snooks? Well, he is slowly recovering but well he still has some issues. He avoids Minerva entirely. He has only recently started sleeping in his own bed.

This is hard for me to admit to you, dear reader, but you have seen so many sides to me that I cannot hide this one from you.

So I will wake her in few minutes, with the kisses she and I have grown so accustomed to these last few weeks.

I will refrain from saying anything to her about her life after Hogwarts. I will not tell her that I want her with me for the rest of my life, that I want her to be the mother of my children, something I had not even thought of until she became mine.

And she is mine, no matter what path she chooses.

Perhaps I can prevail upon you to drop a few words into her ears? Perhaps you can act on my behalf? Perhaps you can tell her what I am too afraid to say?

That she is my redemption. She is my life and will always be my life. No matter where she goes or what she does I will love her, even if I don’t say it as often as she would like.