Remember When It Rained
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
5,163
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter Sixteen
Remember When It Rained
Chapter Sixteen
A Right Bastard?
“Actually Miss Granger, my parent’s were married.”
Hermione sat up with a gasp, startled by the words uttered so smoothly. How he had managed to creep in so stealthily amazed her!
“How do you know I was talking about you?” she asked after a moment spent gaping.
He answered her with a slight smile and feigning a hurt tone replied, “I have ears, Miss Granger. Do you think that I don’t hear what is said of me in these hallowed halls? Although I must confess that I am shocked by your ephethet regarding my parentage, while here all this time I thought that you took up for me.”
Hermione knew that the slight down turned expression was his rendition of a pout, and as Severus Snape never pouted, she wasn’t fooled in the least.
“If you are going to pout, Professor, you need to make it convincing. I thought you were Slytherin?” she chided with a soft smile.
Severus thought that she looked amazing, with her wild, sleep mussed hair and soft smile. In the light of her bedside candle, her skin glowed. His heart beat a bit faster as her eyes regarded him from beneath lowered lashes.
“Miss Granger, Hermione.” he finally said in a near whisper. Swallowing hard, he met her eyes and continued, “You gave your friends quite a scare, Professor Dumbledore too.”
“I know, sir. I mean Severus,” she replied looking contrite. She bit her lower lip as it began to tremble. Severus saw this and leaned forward in his chair, his hand brushing the top sheet of her bed and stroking.
“Hermione, do not trouble yourself. You have been worked too hard thus far this year, and some of the fault lies with me. I am your teacher, your master and I didn’t notice the signs—no that isn’t true.” He sighed and allowed is hand to brush hers as it lay there, so near to his. “Hermione I—I , well damn it all you are my student and what happened by the lake and later on the trail—well it was—“
“Inappropriate,” she interrupted. “I know that. Professor Dumbledore had a chat with me earlier this term as well, but I cannot help it Severus! I cannot just turn my feelings off and on like you do! I’m sorry but I cannot!”
His expression clouded over at her words, his eyes glittering in anger at her words, “Turn my feelings off and on, girl?” he snapped. “Do you honestly think that of me?” He regarded her hurt expression, her lips trembling full on now, tears wavering at the edges of her eyes. He sighed again, a deep exasperated sigh. “Perhaps I am too good at what I do,” he said to himself.
“I’m sorry, Severus. I didn’t mean—“
“Say no more and listen to me,” he cut in. “Everything Dumbledore told you was correct. We mustn’t, we cannot, not now. It’s highly inappropriate and dangerous, Hermione, you know what I speak of. Never think, however that I am indifferent toward you. When things are better, when times are different, perhaps then sweet girl, but it isn’t safe now. I cannot, you cannot until then. We have both worked too hard to get to where we are now, to ruin it by allowing our feelings to—“
“You have feelings for me then?” she interrupted. He grabbed her hand and stroking it with his thumb, brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss into her palm. Goosebumps raced up their bodies and Hermione drew a deep breath in a hiss. Their eyes met and she smiled at him, happiness surging through her.
Two hours later, Hermione found herself slipping into a deep, and for the first time in weeks, restful sleep with a soft smile on her lips.
~*~
Up in his turret office, Albus Dumbledore put his scrying mirror away in its velvet pouch with a satisfied smile.
~*~
In the dungeon, as he sipped from a glass of fire whiskey, the mark he had foolishly taken so long ago began to burn.
Finishing his drink in two gulps, Severus rose from his chair and made to change into his Death Eater robes, locking the memory of the evening away into the dark recesses of his mind as he dressed.
A few moments later, as he made his way through a tunnel deep within the bowels of the ancient keep, he promised himself that one day he would burn the robes he wore now. After he personally saw to the destruction of the madman who called him with burning flesh.
A/N: I know it’s short, but it is a bridge chapter. Action, adventure, angst and lemons to come in future chapters! Thanks to all who read and review, I can’t tell you all how much I appreciate it! Live long and prosper, Titania
Chapter Sixteen
A Right Bastard?
“Actually Miss Granger, my parent’s were married.”
Hermione sat up with a gasp, startled by the words uttered so smoothly. How he had managed to creep in so stealthily amazed her!
“How do you know I was talking about you?” she asked after a moment spent gaping.
He answered her with a slight smile and feigning a hurt tone replied, “I have ears, Miss Granger. Do you think that I don’t hear what is said of me in these hallowed halls? Although I must confess that I am shocked by your ephethet regarding my parentage, while here all this time I thought that you took up for me.”
Hermione knew that the slight down turned expression was his rendition of a pout, and as Severus Snape never pouted, she wasn’t fooled in the least.
“If you are going to pout, Professor, you need to make it convincing. I thought you were Slytherin?” she chided with a soft smile.
Severus thought that she looked amazing, with her wild, sleep mussed hair and soft smile. In the light of her bedside candle, her skin glowed. His heart beat a bit faster as her eyes regarded him from beneath lowered lashes.
“Miss Granger, Hermione.” he finally said in a near whisper. Swallowing hard, he met her eyes and continued, “You gave your friends quite a scare, Professor Dumbledore too.”
“I know, sir. I mean Severus,” she replied looking contrite. She bit her lower lip as it began to tremble. Severus saw this and leaned forward in his chair, his hand brushing the top sheet of her bed and stroking.
“Hermione, do not trouble yourself. You have been worked too hard thus far this year, and some of the fault lies with me. I am your teacher, your master and I didn’t notice the signs—no that isn’t true.” He sighed and allowed is hand to brush hers as it lay there, so near to his. “Hermione I—I , well damn it all you are my student and what happened by the lake and later on the trail—well it was—“
“Inappropriate,” she interrupted. “I know that. Professor Dumbledore had a chat with me earlier this term as well, but I cannot help it Severus! I cannot just turn my feelings off and on like you do! I’m sorry but I cannot!”
His expression clouded over at her words, his eyes glittering in anger at her words, “Turn my feelings off and on, girl?” he snapped. “Do you honestly think that of me?” He regarded her hurt expression, her lips trembling full on now, tears wavering at the edges of her eyes. He sighed again, a deep exasperated sigh. “Perhaps I am too good at what I do,” he said to himself.
“I’m sorry, Severus. I didn’t mean—“
“Say no more and listen to me,” he cut in. “Everything Dumbledore told you was correct. We mustn’t, we cannot, not now. It’s highly inappropriate and dangerous, Hermione, you know what I speak of. Never think, however that I am indifferent toward you. When things are better, when times are different, perhaps then sweet girl, but it isn’t safe now. I cannot, you cannot until then. We have both worked too hard to get to where we are now, to ruin it by allowing our feelings to—“
“You have feelings for me then?” she interrupted. He grabbed her hand and stroking it with his thumb, brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss into her palm. Goosebumps raced up their bodies and Hermione drew a deep breath in a hiss. Their eyes met and she smiled at him, happiness surging through her.
Two hours later, Hermione found herself slipping into a deep, and for the first time in weeks, restful sleep with a soft smile on her lips.
~*~
Up in his turret office, Albus Dumbledore put his scrying mirror away in its velvet pouch with a satisfied smile.
~*~
In the dungeon, as he sipped from a glass of fire whiskey, the mark he had foolishly taken so long ago began to burn.
Finishing his drink in two gulps, Severus rose from his chair and made to change into his Death Eater robes, locking the memory of the evening away into the dark recesses of his mind as he dressed.
A few moments later, as he made his way through a tunnel deep within the bowels of the ancient keep, he promised himself that one day he would burn the robes he wore now. After he personally saw to the destruction of the madman who called him with burning flesh.
A/N: I know it’s short, but it is a bridge chapter. Action, adventure, angst and lemons to come in future chapters! Thanks to all who read and review, I can’t tell you all how much I appreciate it! Live long and prosper, Titania