A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
86
Views:
47,243
Reviews:
260
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
Malina
Chapter 2 ~ Malina
Malina, stripped of her tattered red robes, her slender body now dressed in a black tank top and black stretch jeans, walked away from Grimauld Place’s celebration, her dark eyes resting on the sidewalk as she slowly strolled the lonely muggle street, her wand sticking out her back pocket.
Miles, the lead singer of “Dirty Magic” had asked her to sing a set with them, begged her really…coming to her flat and refusing to leave until she agreed.
“You’re closing yourself off, love…you could be a star. A fucking star. But all you do is sit here and write these fantastically sorrowful love songs by candlelight and brood. Come sing with us,” he said, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the witch.
“I don’t feel like it, Miles,” she replied, hugging her knees.
“You never feel like it until you open your mouth and all that beauty comes out,” the wizard said. “You’ve got to get out of this flat. You’re dying here.”
Miles worked on her until she finally capitulated.
“Just one song. One. It’s new and doesn’t have a title,” she said, handing him the music. Miles scanned it, his blonde brows rising.
“Damn,” he said, looking at her. “You’ve got it bad for some bloke, Malina. Who is he?”
”No one. He’s not in my life anymore and I don’t want to talk about him,” she said, her dark eyes going cold. “He’s not good for me.”
“He’s good fodder for songs though,” Miles said, standing up. “We’ll pick you up at eight, Valentine’s night.
So she went, she sang and she left. Malina didn’t want the applause. It was empty. Everything in her life was empty.
She walked past a small alley between the houses, preparing to apparate to the wizarding section of London, when a voice called out from the darkness.
“Malina,” it said softly.
Malina stiffened for a moment, then began to walk quickly.
“Leave me alone. I told you it was over,” she said over her shoulder.
“It can never be over between us, Malina. I love you,” the voice said, drawing closer.
Malina bit her lip at those words.
Two hands gripped her shoulders gently, stopping her and pulling her back against a strongly built body. She felt strong arms slip around her waist and a pair of soft lips graze her earlobe.
“You miss me. I know you do, Malina. I know you do,” Draco Malfoy breathed, nuzzling the witch’s neck. “I’ve only just returned. I need you.”
Malina allowed herself to relax against the blonde wizard, closing her eyes as she felt his warmth against her.
“Returned from where, Draco? You never tell me when you’re leaving or when you’re coming back. You’re gone for weeks sometimes. I can’t live like that. With all the secrecy. With all the lies,” she whispered.
“I love you, Malina…that’s all I can tell you,” Draco said, “I know you can feel it. I won’t let you go. You are the only thing that makes my life bearable.”
Malina turned in his arms and looked into those beautiful gray eyes.
“What is it about your life that is so unbearable, Draco? Just tell me. I won’t betray you,” she said to him, her heart melting as she looked into his handsome face. Gods, she was so weak for him.
“Everything but you, Malina,” Draco replied softly, lowering his head and kissing her gently, pulling at her lower lip before tasting her heat.
Malina felt herself ignite, her body beginning to quake with desire. Draco could always do this to her. Love her…leave her…hurt her…then love her again. She thought she could fight it this time, break it off and stick to her wands
Draco growled softly as he felt her reaction and deepened the kiss, pulling Malina tight against his body. She could feel his arousal, his hardened organ pressing into her belly. The wizard pulled away from her mouth, his eyes smoldering.
“Come with me to the Manor,” he breathed at her, “You want me as badly as I want you, Malina. I’ve missed you. You aren’t through with me. I won’t let you be through with me.”
Malina looked up at him, her hunger battling with her logic…her love for the dark wizard battling with her reason.
“I can’t,” she said weakly, so aware of his body, of his desire.
Draco scowled, his nostrils flaring.
“You can…and you will, Malina,” he said with a growl, pulling Malina into another passionate kiss and disapparating with her to Malfoy Manor.
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A/N: I just had to do it…I know…I know I said it was a one-shot. But this short scene was something in my mind all day. I was so tempted to go back to Severus and Hermione…but that would have opened up a whole new room of requirement and seriously changed the rating. Can I resist writing them though? I don’t know. Sigh. If I do add anything more…the updating will be much, much slower than usual. Emmet’s story has priority.
Malina, stripped of her tattered red robes, her slender body now dressed in a black tank top and black stretch jeans, walked away from Grimauld Place’s celebration, her dark eyes resting on the sidewalk as she slowly strolled the lonely muggle street, her wand sticking out her back pocket.
Miles, the lead singer of “Dirty Magic” had asked her to sing a set with them, begged her really…coming to her flat and refusing to leave until she agreed.
“You’re closing yourself off, love…you could be a star. A fucking star. But all you do is sit here and write these fantastically sorrowful love songs by candlelight and brood. Come sing with us,” he said, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the witch.
“I don’t feel like it, Miles,” she replied, hugging her knees.
“You never feel like it until you open your mouth and all that beauty comes out,” the wizard said. “You’ve got to get out of this flat. You’re dying here.”
Miles worked on her until she finally capitulated.
“Just one song. One. It’s new and doesn’t have a title,” she said, handing him the music. Miles scanned it, his blonde brows rising.
“Damn,” he said, looking at her. “You’ve got it bad for some bloke, Malina. Who is he?”
”No one. He’s not in my life anymore and I don’t want to talk about him,” she said, her dark eyes going cold. “He’s not good for me.”
“He’s good fodder for songs though,” Miles said, standing up. “We’ll pick you up at eight, Valentine’s night.
So she went, she sang and she left. Malina didn’t want the applause. It was empty. Everything in her life was empty.
She walked past a small alley between the houses, preparing to apparate to the wizarding section of London, when a voice called out from the darkness.
“Malina,” it said softly.
Malina stiffened for a moment, then began to walk quickly.
“Leave me alone. I told you it was over,” she said over her shoulder.
“It can never be over between us, Malina. I love you,” the voice said, drawing closer.
Malina bit her lip at those words.
Two hands gripped her shoulders gently, stopping her and pulling her back against a strongly built body. She felt strong arms slip around her waist and a pair of soft lips graze her earlobe.
“You miss me. I know you do, Malina. I know you do,” Draco Malfoy breathed, nuzzling the witch’s neck. “I’ve only just returned. I need you.”
Malina allowed herself to relax against the blonde wizard, closing her eyes as she felt his warmth against her.
“Returned from where, Draco? You never tell me when you’re leaving or when you’re coming back. You’re gone for weeks sometimes. I can’t live like that. With all the secrecy. With all the lies,” she whispered.
“I love you, Malina…that’s all I can tell you,” Draco said, “I know you can feel it. I won’t let you go. You are the only thing that makes my life bearable.”
Malina turned in his arms and looked into those beautiful gray eyes.
“What is it about your life that is so unbearable, Draco? Just tell me. I won’t betray you,” she said to him, her heart melting as she looked into his handsome face. Gods, she was so weak for him.
“Everything but you, Malina,” Draco replied softly, lowering his head and kissing her gently, pulling at her lower lip before tasting her heat.
Malina felt herself ignite, her body beginning to quake with desire. Draco could always do this to her. Love her…leave her…hurt her…then love her again. She thought she could fight it this time, break it off and stick to her wands
Draco growled softly as he felt her reaction and deepened the kiss, pulling Malina tight against his body. She could feel his arousal, his hardened organ pressing into her belly. The wizard pulled away from her mouth, his eyes smoldering.
“Come with me to the Manor,” he breathed at her, “You want me as badly as I want you, Malina. I’ve missed you. You aren’t through with me. I won’t let you be through with me.”
Malina looked up at him, her hunger battling with her logic…her love for the dark wizard battling with her reason.
“I can’t,” she said weakly, so aware of his body, of his desire.
Draco scowled, his nostrils flaring.
“You can…and you will, Malina,” he said with a growl, pulling Malina into another passionate kiss and disapparating with her to Malfoy Manor.
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A/N: I just had to do it…I know…I know I said it was a one-shot. But this short scene was something in my mind all day. I was so tempted to go back to Severus and Hermione…but that would have opened up a whole new room of requirement and seriously changed the rating. Can I resist writing them though? I don’t know. Sigh. If I do add anything more…the updating will be much, much slower than usual. Emmet’s story has priority.