The long and winding road to love

Chapter 15: Love is all you need





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Chapter 15: Hermione speaks of love.

 

Severus lay frozen on the green sofa that
had witnessed the passion between the two lovers; he had a headache. He had been
sitting on that same place for seven hours now, while watching his sweet child
sleep. He wasn’t even blinking; he was just staring down at her.

 

Hermione was sleeping gently on her bed,
occasionally snoring like the angel she was. Completely naked under the covers,
she could arouse different feelings in Snape’s chest, his old, dark chest.

 

Severus Snape had never been much of a
gentleman, or at least, an “Oscar Wilde type of gentleman”, with great
principles as well as great manners. He had never cared much for anyone and no
one but his mother- or perhaps, Dumbledore- had cared for him.

 

This young lady had arrived a long time
ago to his life and if it hadn’t been for a stupid mistake, he may have never
found love, for he loved her more than he had ever loved any living soul. That,
however, was quite easy, considering that he had never loved any woman-
romantically, I mean. He had made love to them, mostly; he had even raped a few
but he had never loved them. He hadn’t even been close.

 

Don’t get me wrong. We stand in front of a
man- a dark man- that enjoyed every minute of the experience of penetrating
those little meaningless bodies but he often got bored after climaxing, the
atmosphere for him turned dull indeed and it was then when he felt the urge to
kill them, to rip them, to destroy them.

 

That was the sinister man that he was; it
was useless for him to deny his nature.

 

Everyone possesses a kind soul, everyone
possesses an evil soul and thus his heart was filled with nothing but contradictions.
Aren’l mel men filled with these kind of emotions? He could be evil- and no
doubts, he was- but he could also be the kind gentleman that most wizards could
only pretend to be.

 

Could he live to Miss Granger’s standards?
Could he fight the darkness within him? He had felt it only seven hours ago; he
had wanted to wrap her neck with both his hands and push his thumbs on her
throat in order to prevent her from breathing; to murder her. But he had won
the battle against his Mr. Hyde and the innocent Dr. Jekyll sat now on the
green sofa that reminded him of her.

 

Is it so that a man can never get rid of
the evil that resides inside of him? One can fight it. Yes, but never destroy
it, for it is a force that is as natural to him as love.

 

Love and hate are two powerful feelings
indeed; one can refuse to admit so, but in the end every human action concludes
with them.  If this theory is correct- and mark my words, it is- did Miss
Granger hold within herself an evil side, unknown to Severus?

 

He, as I said, remained still and stiff in
that exact same position, in that exact same place, with those exact same
expressions on his face.  He looked worried, he looked sad. Little did he
know that it would be Hermione herself to dissipate all his doubts regarding
theirriarriage.

 

Ten minutes had passed since the local
muggle church’s clock had turned seven O’ clock. His stomach was empty and his
eyes were red but neither sensation bothered Severus in the least. It was the
love he had for Miss Granger that made him sick.

 

He loved her and that is a wonderful
emotion! Severus wanted to shout his love to the world! He wanted to hug her
tightly and kiss her hand at Breakfast in front of everybody, especially under
Fudge’s nose who would look at the both of them with envy on his little round
eyes. Jealous of him because he had her; because it was legal for him to have
her despite his attempts to make his life miserable.

 

The question remained still, even though
almost half a day had passed already: did she want him as well?

 

“Oh, Severus…love!” Hermione shouted with
her eyes tightly shut; she was dreaming, of course. He dare not wake her; she
appeared to be enjoying her dream quite well. He could see it on her face; an
enormous grin was plastered on her face.  

 

He remained stiff and still, unable to
decide what to do next. He felt proud somehow, because he was able to make her
moan even subconsciously. His influence on her must have been great for her to
do that.

 

“Severus… professor…oh!” she shouted with
passion. She was grinning widely and judging the smile on Snape’s face his ego
was slowly growing to a degree unknown to human kind. But suddenly, her happy
face disappeared. She wore a different _expression now; she was worried about
something. He could tell by the look on her face, “I…I…I, I love you,” was all
she said and then, as if it would have meant the world for her, her expressions
relaxed and she continued snoring gently with a smile on her young face. The
storm was over for her.

 

For him, on the other hand, the torment
was just starting.

 

Was it convenient for him to wake her now?
He was so bloody happy! His heart was filed with joy! She loved him! Even if it
had only been a dream, even if it had only been a reflection of her physical
desire for him…who cared? She loved him! And a small part of her had
acknowledged it only seconds ago. Life couldn’t have been sweeter for him
&n
 

Was it time for him to confront his
feelings? To declare his love for her?

 

And then he remembered- while listening to
the raindrops crush on the castle’s ceiling- that as a child there was only one
place that would allow such reflection; his father’s library.

 

And so, he stood up and buttoning his
robes he walked all the way towards the door and closing it gently he directed
himself to the library to think. Little did he know that Hermione had woken up
just then, with a feeling of complete joy on her heart; as fulfilled as she had
never felt in her life.

 

“Where is he going?” she thought, while
covering herself with the black sheets. Once she was sure no skin could be
seen, she opened the door only to find a path of tears that would lead her to
the most amazing library she had ever seen. The only problem was that she would
not be speaking about books… but about love.