Lacerations of the Soul
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
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6,586
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36
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Chapter 14: About Last Night
About last night… This is a very short chappie guys, sorry, but I wanted to get this out tonight. IT's a bit of meaningless ramblings on, but I wanted to show that Severus had feelings for her, and that he was a bumbling idiot. Oh hell you'll see :D
Oh and, I think perhaps we'll see some of the truth to be shown in the next chapter, I'm off this weekend so I'll try to update a bit.
Thanks for all the wonderiferous reviews :D
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“About last night…” Severus began trailing off a little as he thought how to carefully tread this subject. “I want you to know…”
“No I understand Severus, it was my fault, and you watned no part of it. I should never have pressed the issue so to speak. I want to feel again, I want to know that there is something tangible left in this life and I guess I was using you to feel that.” She paused and realized this was not going as she had wanted.
“I don’t mean that I don’t like you. I really do. That’s what scares me. I just lost the two most important people in my life. My parents are gone.” She paused as she tried to get this out before her chest constricted even further than it already had. “I don’t know if I could have finished last night without developing further feelings for you, and somehow I don’t think it would be fair to either of us, if that were to happen.
“I’m too young for you, you deserve a woman who knows what she wants out of life… not some young child, a chit of a girl at that. You need a woman you can stand. Regardless if I’m technically an adult. I don’t know why I’m spilling my guts to you at this moment, but this is everything that is built up in me right now, and I need a release at least of this type.
“I have wanted you for as long as I can remember. I think I wanted you before I knew what wanting a man was. I still don’t fully know that. I want you to realize what it is you would be undertaking before we continue on in this endeavor. You deserve someone who isn’t adept at relationships; you deserve so much more than me. I…” She trailed off her heart was bursting. Hermione was throwing away something that was so important to her; she was throwing away her one chance at healing. She knew this deep within in her core.
She couldn’t continue, as much as she wanted to tell him exactly what was going on in her mind, in her heart she knew that this was all a mistake. She hoped he could see through her rambling, her prattle, but she was more afraid that he’d accept what she’d said at face value.
“Mione, I was going to say. Last night, what we shared was wonderful. I would love to continue it when you are ready. But unfortunately, and perhaps fortunately, you don’t feel the same.” He sighed. “I have watched you change from a slightly odd duckling into a beautiful swan. You are that, you know. You are exceptionally beautiful. I think that Weasley dick, was an inane waste of cranial matter.” He laid his hand on her cheek softly caressing her. “I’m not very good at romance, and the like. I don’t know what you need from me, other than a shoulder to cry on and a good ear to listen to you.”
Severus pulled away from the young woman before him and began to pace. “It’s not as if I have much experience with young women. Hell, I’ve not much experience with women at all. I’ve lived a very solitary lifestyle, and with Voldemort calling me at all hours of the night, the dark mark, is it any wonder? I’ve got plenty of bedroom experience but not flowers and romance. I don’t know what to do with all of that flowery nonsense.”
“Severus, what the hell are you talking about.”
“I’m telling you that I want to help you still, that if you need sex, I’m willing to give you that. If you need someone to beat on, then I’m your man. I know you think that you were taking advantage of me, but I’m here to be taken advantage of.” He smiled another one of his rare honest smiles at her, and she didn’t have a fucking clue what to do about it.
“I don’t think you know what your asking for. I’m an eighteen year old, with visions of grandeur. Wait.. this is all a stalling technique. What the hell did Voldemort want anyway?”
Oh and, I think perhaps we'll see some of the truth to be shown in the next chapter, I'm off this weekend so I'll try to update a bit.
Thanks for all the wonderiferous reviews :D
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“About last night…” Severus began trailing off a little as he thought how to carefully tread this subject. “I want you to know…”
“No I understand Severus, it was my fault, and you watned no part of it. I should never have pressed the issue so to speak. I want to feel again, I want to know that there is something tangible left in this life and I guess I was using you to feel that.” She paused and realized this was not going as she had wanted.
“I don’t mean that I don’t like you. I really do. That’s what scares me. I just lost the two most important people in my life. My parents are gone.” She paused as she tried to get this out before her chest constricted even further than it already had. “I don’t know if I could have finished last night without developing further feelings for you, and somehow I don’t think it would be fair to either of us, if that were to happen.
“I’m too young for you, you deserve a woman who knows what she wants out of life… not some young child, a chit of a girl at that. You need a woman you can stand. Regardless if I’m technically an adult. I don’t know why I’m spilling my guts to you at this moment, but this is everything that is built up in me right now, and I need a release at least of this type.
“I have wanted you for as long as I can remember. I think I wanted you before I knew what wanting a man was. I still don’t fully know that. I want you to realize what it is you would be undertaking before we continue on in this endeavor. You deserve someone who isn’t adept at relationships; you deserve so much more than me. I…” She trailed off her heart was bursting. Hermione was throwing away something that was so important to her; she was throwing away her one chance at healing. She knew this deep within in her core.
She couldn’t continue, as much as she wanted to tell him exactly what was going on in her mind, in her heart she knew that this was all a mistake. She hoped he could see through her rambling, her prattle, but she was more afraid that he’d accept what she’d said at face value.
“Mione, I was going to say. Last night, what we shared was wonderful. I would love to continue it when you are ready. But unfortunately, and perhaps fortunately, you don’t feel the same.” He sighed. “I have watched you change from a slightly odd duckling into a beautiful swan. You are that, you know. You are exceptionally beautiful. I think that Weasley dick, was an inane waste of cranial matter.” He laid his hand on her cheek softly caressing her. “I’m not very good at romance, and the like. I don’t know what you need from me, other than a shoulder to cry on and a good ear to listen to you.”
Severus pulled away from the young woman before him and began to pace. “It’s not as if I have much experience with young women. Hell, I’ve not much experience with women at all. I’ve lived a very solitary lifestyle, and with Voldemort calling me at all hours of the night, the dark mark, is it any wonder? I’ve got plenty of bedroom experience but not flowers and romance. I don’t know what to do with all of that flowery nonsense.”
“Severus, what the hell are you talking about.”
“I’m telling you that I want to help you still, that if you need sex, I’m willing to give you that. If you need someone to beat on, then I’m your man. I know you think that you were taking advantage of me, but I’m here to be taken advantage of.” He smiled another one of his rare honest smiles at her, and she didn’t have a fucking clue what to do about it.
“I don’t think you know what your asking for. I’m an eighteen year old, with visions of grandeur. Wait.. this is all a stalling technique. What the hell did Voldemort want anyway?”