The legacy of the Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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30
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9,231
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39
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An accident?
Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan
Chapter 13 – An accident?
The crowd roared as the Chudley Cannons swept round the stadium in ‘V’ formation. Harry at the front, beaming. Hermione smiled, she knew how much Harry loved quidditch and was happy for him that he had found his niche with the Cannons – his all time favourite team.
The opposing team, the Wimbourne Wasps, took to the air next in black and yellow, their supporters buzzing loudly as they completed a circuit of the pitch and took up their positions.
The referee, a wizard in plain black robes, took to his broom next. He had released the bludgers and golden snitch but carried the quaffle under his arm. Throwing the quaffle high in the air, he blew his whistle and the match was underway!
Remus bobbed up and down excitedly, watching the quaffle change hands repeatedly. He leapt in the air when the Cannons scored their first goal. Hermione was pleased to be there to support Harry, but didn’t really see what all the fuss was about. She liked the excitement and atmosphere of the game but couldn’t help her mind wandering to other things. Things she was trying to forget. She looked at Remus’ enthralled face and tried to rejoin him in the game.
~~xx~~
Severus saw Hermione turn her head. He was sitting on the other side of Remus.
Was she trying to look at him? No! His upper lip twitched. He had been furious with her the other night and it was clear to both of them that their relationship was over.
So why had he come to the quidditch? He would have been far happier doing some potions research work in his dungeon lab or shopping for ingredients at Diagon Alley. He knew the answer was sitting just two seats away. He just wanted to be near her. Did he love her? He wasn’t sure. He had been flattered by her dreams of him and had wanted to reciprocate the amorous intentions. He found her attractive – yes. And he had certainly enjoyed their sexual exploits – well except the last fiasco.
He looked at his feet, feeling the humiliation wash over him again. What was going on with her and Lucius? And what was she going to be telling Potter? Harry Potter! Jumped up little… he had hated him from day one. Just like his father. He thought he had loved Lily Evans, only to have her stolen from him by Potter before he’d even had a chance. Curse James Potter and curse his son!
~~xx~~
Lucius shifted his gaze from Hermione and looked at Severus Snape who was staring intently at his feet and muttering something under his breath.
So, he wasn’t watching the game either? Well, quidditch, so tedious really. He had had to go and watch Draco play at school to keep up the appearance of a ‘loving’ father. So what was going on with Snape? Had he been sent to keep an eye on Hermione? Well after all that’s why he was there. He needed to see how things would develop and now that Dumbledore had insisted on his removal from Hogwarts, he was going to have to think of other ways to get time alone with her.
The thought of her sitting two rows in front of him and him not being able to reach out and touch her or even speak to her was driving him crazy. Though that, in itself, was intensely arousing. He’d had to maintain a haughtily civil tone with her in public but could only hope she knew how every fibre of his being was at this present moment screaming out to do wonderful and terrible things to her.
An old friend from the ministry who was a Chudley Cannon director had told him that Harry Potter had asked for tickets for friends of his who were professors at Hogwarts. Lucius had known that could only be Hermione and Lupin – but Severus too? He thought Harry and Snape hated each other? Maybe it was at Hermione’s request. This was so frustrating – he had to know how she felt – about him, - about Severus. And what was she going to be telling Harry after the match? She had said ‘important choices’ – did that mean him or Severus? If she took Harry’s counsel in this matter then as much as Harry hated Snape, he (Lucius) had no chance ~ they had been enemies from the outset because of his connections with the Dark Lord.
Curse Harry Potter! He realised he was getting agitated and struggled to fight down his feelings to maintain his cool, calm and collected public face. He turned his gaze back to Hermione and ran his eyes over every inch of her he could see – trying to imagine it was his lips on her. Mentally he undressed her then closed his eyes, savouring the moment.
~~xx~~
Hermione felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and had the sensation that someone was watching her. She had a good idea who. She spun round to look in Lucius’ direction.
He sat perfectly upright, cane between his slightly open legs, gripped with two white knuckled hands. His head with tied back, velvet ribboned hair was tilted slightly back. His eyes were closed and his face was serene. He seemed to be muttering something under his breath. Her eyes wandered briefly over him, she looked at the cane between his legs and followed the cloth up to his groin. My God! He was aroused! Here – in front of a crowd at a quidditch match! Hermione turned round sharply – staring straight ahead and catching sight of one of the Wasp’s chasers as he flung the quaffle through the centre hoop, scoring.
“NO!” Remus’ excitement had built even further.
“What’s the score?” Hermione was aware that she had not been paying attention and felt guilty.
“It’s 70 all – and I think the Cannons are starting to flag – they could lose it!”
Just then the whole box gasped as a tiny golden ball flew past, less than a foot away from the noses of the people in the front row, Hermione, Remus and Severus included.
Harry had seen it too and Hermione watched awestruck as Harry flew, full speed towards her – eyes determined, right arm extended, reaching out, legs wrapped tightly round his broom. Close behind was the Wasp’s seeker. He banked just before reaching the box, following the path the snitch had taken across the pitch. Then a curious thing happened. The Snitch stopped and hovered in the middle of the pitch over eighty feet in the air. Harry caught up easily, the Wasp player in his wake. Reaching further with his hand he closed his fingers round the fluttering ball. His teammates at either end of the pitch exploded into celebration even before his success had been announced. They therefore didn’t see the latest model of Nimbus racing broom on which Harry was triumphantly balancing, disappear into thin air.
Remus had jumped up and grabbed Hermione on seeing Harry catch the snitch. “He did it! He did it! We’ve won the championship!”
As Hermione turned to look back at the pitch, she was in time to see Harry fall the last 20 feet and land with a thud in the sand.
There was silence around the entire stadium – everyone had seen but no one had had time to do anything.
Harry lay, motionless, a small trickle of blood from one corner of his mouth.
High up in the top box, Hermione let out a strangled scream before everything went black and she crumpled to the ground.
By Luciusfan
Chapter 13 – An accident?
The crowd roared as the Chudley Cannons swept round the stadium in ‘V’ formation. Harry at the front, beaming. Hermione smiled, she knew how much Harry loved quidditch and was happy for him that he had found his niche with the Cannons – his all time favourite team.
The opposing team, the Wimbourne Wasps, took to the air next in black and yellow, their supporters buzzing loudly as they completed a circuit of the pitch and took up their positions.
The referee, a wizard in plain black robes, took to his broom next. He had released the bludgers and golden snitch but carried the quaffle under his arm. Throwing the quaffle high in the air, he blew his whistle and the match was underway!
Remus bobbed up and down excitedly, watching the quaffle change hands repeatedly. He leapt in the air when the Cannons scored their first goal. Hermione was pleased to be there to support Harry, but didn’t really see what all the fuss was about. She liked the excitement and atmosphere of the game but couldn’t help her mind wandering to other things. Things she was trying to forget. She looked at Remus’ enthralled face and tried to rejoin him in the game.
~~xx~~
Severus saw Hermione turn her head. He was sitting on the other side of Remus.
Was she trying to look at him? No! His upper lip twitched. He had been furious with her the other night and it was clear to both of them that their relationship was over.
So why had he come to the quidditch? He would have been far happier doing some potions research work in his dungeon lab or shopping for ingredients at Diagon Alley. He knew the answer was sitting just two seats away. He just wanted to be near her. Did he love her? He wasn’t sure. He had been flattered by her dreams of him and had wanted to reciprocate the amorous intentions. He found her attractive – yes. And he had certainly enjoyed their sexual exploits – well except the last fiasco.
He looked at his feet, feeling the humiliation wash over him again. What was going on with her and Lucius? And what was she going to be telling Potter? Harry Potter! Jumped up little… he had hated him from day one. Just like his father. He thought he had loved Lily Evans, only to have her stolen from him by Potter before he’d even had a chance. Curse James Potter and curse his son!
~~xx~~
Lucius shifted his gaze from Hermione and looked at Severus Snape who was staring intently at his feet and muttering something under his breath.
So, he wasn’t watching the game either? Well, quidditch, so tedious really. He had had to go and watch Draco play at school to keep up the appearance of a ‘loving’ father. So what was going on with Snape? Had he been sent to keep an eye on Hermione? Well after all that’s why he was there. He needed to see how things would develop and now that Dumbledore had insisted on his removal from Hogwarts, he was going to have to think of other ways to get time alone with her.
The thought of her sitting two rows in front of him and him not being able to reach out and touch her or even speak to her was driving him crazy. Though that, in itself, was intensely arousing. He’d had to maintain a haughtily civil tone with her in public but could only hope she knew how every fibre of his being was at this present moment screaming out to do wonderful and terrible things to her.
An old friend from the ministry who was a Chudley Cannon director had told him that Harry Potter had asked for tickets for friends of his who were professors at Hogwarts. Lucius had known that could only be Hermione and Lupin – but Severus too? He thought Harry and Snape hated each other? Maybe it was at Hermione’s request. This was so frustrating – he had to know how she felt – about him, - about Severus. And what was she going to be telling Harry after the match? She had said ‘important choices’ – did that mean him or Severus? If she took Harry’s counsel in this matter then as much as Harry hated Snape, he (Lucius) had no chance ~ they had been enemies from the outset because of his connections with the Dark Lord.
Curse Harry Potter! He realised he was getting agitated and struggled to fight down his feelings to maintain his cool, calm and collected public face. He turned his gaze back to Hermione and ran his eyes over every inch of her he could see – trying to imagine it was his lips on her. Mentally he undressed her then closed his eyes, savouring the moment.
~~xx~~
Hermione felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and had the sensation that someone was watching her. She had a good idea who. She spun round to look in Lucius’ direction.
He sat perfectly upright, cane between his slightly open legs, gripped with two white knuckled hands. His head with tied back, velvet ribboned hair was tilted slightly back. His eyes were closed and his face was serene. He seemed to be muttering something under his breath. Her eyes wandered briefly over him, she looked at the cane between his legs and followed the cloth up to his groin. My God! He was aroused! Here – in front of a crowd at a quidditch match! Hermione turned round sharply – staring straight ahead and catching sight of one of the Wasp’s chasers as he flung the quaffle through the centre hoop, scoring.
“NO!” Remus’ excitement had built even further.
“What’s the score?” Hermione was aware that she had not been paying attention and felt guilty.
“It’s 70 all – and I think the Cannons are starting to flag – they could lose it!”
Just then the whole box gasped as a tiny golden ball flew past, less than a foot away from the noses of the people in the front row, Hermione, Remus and Severus included.
Harry had seen it too and Hermione watched awestruck as Harry flew, full speed towards her – eyes determined, right arm extended, reaching out, legs wrapped tightly round his broom. Close behind was the Wasp’s seeker. He banked just before reaching the box, following the path the snitch had taken across the pitch. Then a curious thing happened. The Snitch stopped and hovered in the middle of the pitch over eighty feet in the air. Harry caught up easily, the Wasp player in his wake. Reaching further with his hand he closed his fingers round the fluttering ball. His teammates at either end of the pitch exploded into celebration even before his success had been announced. They therefore didn’t see the latest model of Nimbus racing broom on which Harry was triumphantly balancing, disappear into thin air.
Remus had jumped up and grabbed Hermione on seeing Harry catch the snitch. “He did it! He did it! We’ve won the championship!”
As Hermione turned to look back at the pitch, she was in time to see Harry fall the last 20 feet and land with a thud in the sand.
There was silence around the entire stadium – everyone had seen but no one had had time to do anything.
Harry lay, motionless, a small trickle of blood from one corner of his mouth.
High up in the top box, Hermione let out a strangled scream before everything went black and she crumpled to the ground.