On a Hot Summer Night
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
9,305
Reviews:
42
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 XVIII
[AN]Another chapter for the night! Woot. Not much though. More might come soon.[/AN]
She was left alone. Finally. A heavy sign let out the energy she seemed to be conserving during their conversation. What to do. First, she decided, a shower.
Finding Severus’ bathroom was interesting, for it was around a corner in the back of the bedroom and behind a blind spot. She didn’t even realize it was a door until she bumped into it. It was probably tricky to place plumping down here in the dungeons in the first place, much less trying to rip apart the walls to accommodate the space of a bathroom. She stripped down to nothing, which was rather easy, and stepped into the shower. It was strange at first being in a bath she was unfamiliar with but the feel of the warm water against her cold skin helped. She even used the soap that Severus must use. It was a very human thing to shower, and it made her feel like a girl of 19 again.
Not wanting to put on her clothes from a night on the town she found some of her old professor’s casual clothes. A large button down shirt and a pair of running shorts that went almost down to her knees were appropriate enough to floo home to.
Once home she noticed how much she smelled of Severus. Her body, her clothes, even a bit in her hair. Not that she entirely minded. It was soothing. Changing into her own clothes she placed his own in a bag, reminding herself to return them when she had an answer for him. Whenever that might be.
A vampire has all the time in the world. What Hermione realized is that sometimes urgency to get something down trumps her endless time. If she were to seek consult from outside sources she felt the need to do it now. A quick check of her e-mail and she was off.
It was just nighttime in NYC, which meant that it was almost midnight in London. Although this night might end up meaning her friends might sacrifice sleep, it was a chance she had to take. She could not let this rest, not now. She spoke clearly into the fireplace and was transported to the home of legendary Harry Potter.
The house was silent. Surely the children were asleep, but she was unsure if the parents were as of yet. Not wanting to simply barge into the bedroom she conjured a note that said she was downstairs and sent it flying to the bedroom. She heard it slip under the door and sat at the kitchen table, waiting to see which one of her friends would come to her in her time of need. With her ears attuned to the bedroom she heard the discussion going on. Ginny was furious. Yet, Hermione had no idea why. Scared she almost moved to floo back to her own apartment, or to her next ‘victim’ when she heard a creak on the stairs.
“Hermione, you can’t just come into our house at this hour for no reason. It really is good to see you though.”
Harry greeted Hermione with a comforting hug. The two of them had been through so much together, and regarded each other almost as siblings. Except one of them would never die.
“I am sorry. If I awoke you two I apologize. It’s just that I have a problem, and I need advice.”
The vampire retold the tale of the night and the night before, leaving out many of the details. When she was done she was exasperated, and Harry only looked solemn. Not like a friend who found out they might love someone should. Taking her cold hand he spoke, looking anywhere but her eyes.
“Do you love him?”
“I don’t quite know yet.”
The response was quiet, and she was unsure if he even heard, but when he looked at her face she knew his answer. Without him even having to say another word she knew he did not approve. It was just too wrong for him. She stood and gave him a brief hug and without saying anything floo’ed to someone who would listen. She hoped.
When Harry heard the name of where she was headed to all he could do was shake his head and return to bed with his wife.
She was left alone. Finally. A heavy sign let out the energy she seemed to be conserving during their conversation. What to do. First, she decided, a shower.
Finding Severus’ bathroom was interesting, for it was around a corner in the back of the bedroom and behind a blind spot. She didn’t even realize it was a door until she bumped into it. It was probably tricky to place plumping down here in the dungeons in the first place, much less trying to rip apart the walls to accommodate the space of a bathroom. She stripped down to nothing, which was rather easy, and stepped into the shower. It was strange at first being in a bath she was unfamiliar with but the feel of the warm water against her cold skin helped. She even used the soap that Severus must use. It was a very human thing to shower, and it made her feel like a girl of 19 again.
Not wanting to put on her clothes from a night on the town she found some of her old professor’s casual clothes. A large button down shirt and a pair of running shorts that went almost down to her knees were appropriate enough to floo home to.
Once home she noticed how much she smelled of Severus. Her body, her clothes, even a bit in her hair. Not that she entirely minded. It was soothing. Changing into her own clothes she placed his own in a bag, reminding herself to return them when she had an answer for him. Whenever that might be.
A vampire has all the time in the world. What Hermione realized is that sometimes urgency to get something down trumps her endless time. If she were to seek consult from outside sources she felt the need to do it now. A quick check of her e-mail and she was off.
It was just nighttime in NYC, which meant that it was almost midnight in London. Although this night might end up meaning her friends might sacrifice sleep, it was a chance she had to take. She could not let this rest, not now. She spoke clearly into the fireplace and was transported to the home of legendary Harry Potter.
The house was silent. Surely the children were asleep, but she was unsure if the parents were as of yet. Not wanting to simply barge into the bedroom she conjured a note that said she was downstairs and sent it flying to the bedroom. She heard it slip under the door and sat at the kitchen table, waiting to see which one of her friends would come to her in her time of need. With her ears attuned to the bedroom she heard the discussion going on. Ginny was furious. Yet, Hermione had no idea why. Scared she almost moved to floo back to her own apartment, or to her next ‘victim’ when she heard a creak on the stairs.
“Hermione, you can’t just come into our house at this hour for no reason. It really is good to see you though.”
Harry greeted Hermione with a comforting hug. The two of them had been through so much together, and regarded each other almost as siblings. Except one of them would never die.
“I am sorry. If I awoke you two I apologize. It’s just that I have a problem, and I need advice.”
The vampire retold the tale of the night and the night before, leaving out many of the details. When she was done she was exasperated, and Harry only looked solemn. Not like a friend who found out they might love someone should. Taking her cold hand he spoke, looking anywhere but her eyes.
“Do you love him?”
“I don’t quite know yet.”
The response was quiet, and she was unsure if he even heard, but when he looked at her face she knew his answer. Without him even having to say another word she knew he did not approve. It was just too wrong for him. She stood and gave him a brief hug and without saying anything floo’ed to someone who would listen. She hoped.
When Harry heard the name of where she was headed to all he could do was shake his head and return to bed with his wife.