A Gift
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
34
Views:
2,216
Reviews:
45
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.
Anaother glimpse of evil
Thanks for reviewing! It really helps! Nope didn\'t forget about this story! It\'s always in the back of my mind. So here\'s a little more. WooHoo! Two postings in 24 hrs! Yeah! I\'m on a roll! LOL
She wakes the next morning, her body aching from sleeping sitting up next to the window. She had sat there all day waiting for him to come back, never noticing when darkness had fallen. With an angry growl, she tosses her hair from her face and slides off the bed. She doesn\'t notice the pensive next to her dresser til she almost knocks it over. Her eyes go wide for a moment, fear surging up in her.
\"No, Granger, you have to do this. You\'re in it now and there\'s no turning back.\" She mutters to herself as she steps closer. Her hands shake slightly as she raises them and touches the bowl.
Sabine lounges in Severus\' favorite chair, her legs tossed over the arm as if she were a mere child. She twirls her dark hair around her fingers, talking to a man in the fireplace. \"Yes, I know. But you can\'t expect me to enjoy this when Stephan is waiting for me back home.\"
\"Daughter, he will be your husband.\" The head frowns at her. \"You had best resign yourself to it and stop taking lovers.\"
Hermione hears a soft sigh in her mind, realizing she\'s seeing this from Severus\' point of view. She turns her head enough to see that he is standing concealed in the doorway to the kitchen, his knuckles white with anger.
\"I don\'t want him as my husband!\" She tosses her hair to the side, glaring at the head. \"I\'ve had far better lovers than he will ever be! And even on my wedding night I will never allow him in my bed! Any child I have will not be his!\"
The head narrows it\'s eyes at her and yells back. \"We will discuss this more when you get home, Sabine!\"
The fireplace goes dark and Sabine laughs softly. \"Oh we\'ll have our little talk Daddy, but I\'m not marrying him.\"
She blinks, her eyes adjusting to her surroundings again. \"Bloody HELL!\" She breathes softly. \"She had taken lovers already.\" She slowly walks over to her dressing table, looking at herself. \"How can I be her when I hate her so much?\" She asks her reflection.
Illiya appears, holding black ribbons in her little hands. \"Miss ready for her hair to be braided?\"
\"Yes, Illiya.\" she sits as still as she can as Illiya brushes her long locks. \"Illiya? Did you like Sabine?\"
The house elf blinks her big eyes, the brush stilled in her hand. \"Mistress Sabine was evil. Not right for Master Severus.\"
She wathes the house elf, a grim set to her face. \"No, she wasn\'t.\"
She wakes the next morning, her body aching from sleeping sitting up next to the window. She had sat there all day waiting for him to come back, never noticing when darkness had fallen. With an angry growl, she tosses her hair from her face and slides off the bed. She doesn\'t notice the pensive next to her dresser til she almost knocks it over. Her eyes go wide for a moment, fear surging up in her.
\"No, Granger, you have to do this. You\'re in it now and there\'s no turning back.\" She mutters to herself as she steps closer. Her hands shake slightly as she raises them and touches the bowl.
Sabine lounges in Severus\' favorite chair, her legs tossed over the arm as if she were a mere child. She twirls her dark hair around her fingers, talking to a man in the fireplace. \"Yes, I know. But you can\'t expect me to enjoy this when Stephan is waiting for me back home.\"
\"Daughter, he will be your husband.\" The head frowns at her. \"You had best resign yourself to it and stop taking lovers.\"
Hermione hears a soft sigh in her mind, realizing she\'s seeing this from Severus\' point of view. She turns her head enough to see that he is standing concealed in the doorway to the kitchen, his knuckles white with anger.
\"I don\'t want him as my husband!\" She tosses her hair to the side, glaring at the head. \"I\'ve had far better lovers than he will ever be! And even on my wedding night I will never allow him in my bed! Any child I have will not be his!\"
The head narrows it\'s eyes at her and yells back. \"We will discuss this more when you get home, Sabine!\"
The fireplace goes dark and Sabine laughs softly. \"Oh we\'ll have our little talk Daddy, but I\'m not marrying him.\"
She blinks, her eyes adjusting to her surroundings again. \"Bloody HELL!\" She breathes softly. \"She had taken lovers already.\" She slowly walks over to her dressing table, looking at herself. \"How can I be her when I hate her so much?\" She asks her reflection.
Illiya appears, holding black ribbons in her little hands. \"Miss ready for her hair to be braided?\"
\"Yes, Illiya.\" she sits as still as she can as Illiya brushes her long locks. \"Illiya? Did you like Sabine?\"
The house elf blinks her big eyes, the brush stilled in her hand. \"Mistress Sabine was evil. Not right for Master Severus.\"
She wathes the house elf, a grim set to her face. \"No, she wasn\'t.\"