Mi Morena (loose translation: My Brunette)
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Revelations
Mi Morena
I saw you dancing in the rain
Holy Water
Shining like a silver flame
Come like a ghost
I will watch you dance alone
Mi Morena
You’re the light within my soul
“Take out your book and parchment. You’ll be taking notes on another aspect of the potion you’ll be brewing next week. Since most of you can’t seem to get in any reading outside of class you’ll be doing it here.” Severus gave by way of a reason.
He was talking to his Advanced Potions class, all of whom had to have passed there O.W.L.S in order to get this far, so he knew it was ridiculous to insult them like this. They were going to be brewing an only moderately difficult healing potion and, while he did believe a lot of them to be dunderheads, he was sure they had already taken sufficient enough notes on the root he was asking them to. He had also already asked them to take notes on all the other potions’ elements throughout the last four classes but he just wasn’t up to putting forth the effort it would take to either teach them or watch over them brewing anything too advanced.
It had been two weeks and he still hadn’t gotten the woman in the rain out of his mind. Every night since then he’d gone to bed and dreamed of her. Every night he’d start by watching her in the rain and every night he’d get closer and closer to finding out her identity.
Last night he saw her in the rain and gone down the stairs and out of the castle. He’d slowly approached her, her back to him. He stood right behind her and put his arms around her waist. She tensed for a moment and then rested her head back against his shoulder, her fingers threaded through his over her lower abdomen and she began to sway her hips again. Unable to stop himself he swayed with her as he dropped his lips to her neck. Not content to stop there he turned her around and woke up right before he found out who she was.
Now he was still brooding. It was just that, instead of being his usually snarky and vile self, only worse as most would expect, he had become quiet and maybe even a bit lazy.
When class was over the students packed up their belongings and started heading out the door. Being his last class of the day he turned toward the door leading to his private chambers, ready for a glass of Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey to help him through both his obsession and what was probably to be yet another unbearably long dinner.
“Professor?”
Severus turned to see Hermione standing at his desk looking a bit nervous and unusually unsure of herself. He wasn’t really in the mood for this but what choice did he have really?
“Yes, Miss Granger?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. He wished to clearly indicate to the child that she should be brief.
“Well… It’s just that… um… Well Professor, the thing is… many students, and even some of the other Professors have noticed that… well, you just haven’t seemed well lately. And I guess I was just wondering Sir, if maybe you wanted to talk about it?” She said most of it staring intently at her feet with the last part rushing out so fast he barely thought he heard it.
If it was possible his eyebrow went up a little more before he answered, “No Miss Granger. I do not wish to talk about anything. Good day.” He turned on his heal and went through the doors, heading again for the Firewhiskey.
Before he could close and ward the doors however, the bushy haired know-it-all pushed through, barreling straight into him. “Ooof, sorry Sir.”
He turned and glared down at her. They were inches apart; so close he could smell her shampoo, a mix of lavender and honeysuckle, as he took a breath, trying to dismiss her again. “Miss Gra…”
“No! I’m not sorry Professor! You’ve been acting strange for two weeks now, and I know it may not be any of my business but you have to talk to somebody. I know that most of the time when there is a problem it just helps to talk about it, get it off your chest. I know you haven’t talked to anybody else because Professor McGonagall told me. She said that when she tried, you just sat in your chair, drinking and staring off into space. I figured that if I could get to you in a good mood and promised to not say anything to anyone that maybe you would just consider talking through your problem with me. I know that you don't often have good moods, especially lately and I know that you have never really liked me very much and I know that it’s maybe because I may seem like a bit of a know-it-all, and I’m always asking questions but really I can be a good listener. So…” She stopped and finally took her first breath since starting her little speech.
“I think it’s time that you left.” He knew that she couldn’t actually be interested in his problems. He wasn’t even entirely sure what his problem was and he certainly couldn’t explain it to her without seeming a bit foolish. And besides that, Severus Snape was not one to talk, he was one to brood.
Still… maybe…
“Not until you talk to me.” She practically stomped her foot and her bottom lip protruded a little.
His eyes were unavoidably drawn to it and he couldn’t help but thinking what an attractive bottom lip it was. Whoa wait a second! What am I thinking? It must be residual feelings from that woman.
Getting his bearings back he spoke again. “Miss Granger…”
“No!”
She stepped forward, effectively pushing him into one of the large black leather chairs in what appeared to be his living room. She sat in an identical chair facing his, put her belongings on the ground next to her, crossed her legs and glared at him.
“Now talk.”
He was so baffled at her gall he just stared at her for a few minutes. At her very determined and persistent glare he gave in.
“Will it get rid of you?” He sighed.
“No promises.” She displayed a small smile and got comfortable.
“Fine…” He also sat back in his chair and tried in his best Slytherin manner to think of a plausible lie. Very uncharacteristically not one came to his mind so he resigned himself and just told the truth. “Do you remember the thunderstorm a fortnight ago?”
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“And I haven’t been able to get the woman out of my mind since.” He finished.
Hermione just sat there, wide eyed and open mouthed.
“Now if you’re satisfied I suggest you head to The Great Hall for dinner and leave me to my solitude.” He stated, rising from his place and finally pouring a glass of Firewhiskey, effectively dismissing her when he turned back with a cold stare.
He saw me. She thought to herself. He saw me and he liked what he saw. She didn’t know what to do, how to react. He doesn’t know that it was me. What would he do if he did?
Before she did something ridiculous, like faint or reveal her identitiy, she quickly rose from her seat. Without saying a word she made her way to the door leading back to the classroom. She opened it and turned back to look at him.
A feeling she couldn’t identify washed over her when she saw him. The dark, hollowness of his eyes showed that when he said ‘solitude’ he really meant ‘loneliness’. Before she realized what she was doing she spoke to a very confused looking professor.
“If you see her again…”
He nodded his head very slightly, indicating that she should continue.
“You should go out and find out who she is. Maybe talk to her. You never know what might happen.”
“Why?” He whispered so softly that she didn’t hear him as the door clicked shut behind her.
Hermione wasn’t sure how she made it back to her room but suddenly there she was. She sat on her bed thinking of all that had transpired. She still wasn’t sure why she had told him to go and find out who she was but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Maybe it was the longing in his voice as he spoke of the secret woman, or the heartbreaking look in his eyes because he was sure that he was bound to spend the rest of his life alone, but she wanted him to come to her, to find out who she was.
She lay back and let her mind wander, hoping that somehow she would be able to decipher her feelings. She had never thought much of Snape outside of him being an irritating and sometimes humiliating professor. Now, the more she thought, the more she realized how much she respected him. He had been the only professor to truly challenge her, both academically and personally. He had also always been around, begrudgingly and sometimes unnecessarily, protecting her and her friends from foes, starting with Professor Quirrel in their first year up to helping to destroy Voldemort at the end of her sixth.
As soon as the positive thoughts about Professor Snape started, Hermione’s quick and deductive brain continued to produce them. Of course he had been a Death Eater, but he had also fought against that evil, showing himself to be a strong, courageous, and good man, even if he didn’t let anybody see that. He was also a very intelligent man, his constant degrading comments and disapproving looks making her try that much harder to prove herself and show him that she could be his equal. He had pushed her so much in fact that she had chosen to focus on Potions this year in the hopes of making it her career. With a bit of a shock she realized that Snape was the only person she could have a conversation with where she didn’t get bored within twenty minutes. She had discovered this fact at the beginning of this year when she’d requested he help her prepare for the Potions N.E.W.T.S.
It had taken some doing but he had eventually agreed and they now spent one night a week together, brewing potions, discussing different theories or techniques, or just in a comfortable silence while he graded papers and she read one of his first edition books by some of the most famous and influential potions masters. He now rarely belittled her in public, and while he probably wasn’t terribly excited about having her around for the extra lessons, he always treated her with courtesy and respect. Sometimes he even seemed to get excited by their conversations and be interested in what she had to say.
She had still never thought of him in anyway other than as her professor, but now that the seed had been planted in her mind it all seemed to fit. He was amazingly talented and could certainly stimulate her mind. She now saw past the greasy hair that was otherwise actually quite striking. She could imagine his long hooked nose being a very interesting and pleasant feature if Pavarti and Lavender's discussions of oral sex could be believed. His voice had always been amazing; having the ability to keep her hypnotized for hours.
She now couldn’t figure out how his tall, dark, and brooding persona had slipped past her notice. Well the answer was actually pretty easy… she had grown up with him for almost 7 years. She’d seen him everyday and had hated or feared him for most of them. She had just never realized he’d changed… or more likely, that she’d changed.
Well apparently her subconscious had noticed for her and had prompted her to give him the advice she had, and her conscious wasn’t about to regret it.
Just as she was about to doze off, a clap of thunder startled her awake. With a small smile she leaped out of bed, found her white nightgown, and crept swiftly outside.
Mi Morena
I saw you dancing in the rain
Holy Water
Shining like a silver flame
Come like a ghost
I will watch you dance alone
Mi Morena
You’re the light within my soul
“Take out your book and parchment. You’ll be taking notes on another aspect of the potion you’ll be brewing next week. Since most of you can’t seem to get in any reading outside of class you’ll be doing it here.” Severus gave by way of a reason.
He was talking to his Advanced Potions class, all of whom had to have passed there O.W.L.S in order to get this far, so he knew it was ridiculous to insult them like this. They were going to be brewing an only moderately difficult healing potion and, while he did believe a lot of them to be dunderheads, he was sure they had already taken sufficient enough notes on the root he was asking them to. He had also already asked them to take notes on all the other potions’ elements throughout the last four classes but he just wasn’t up to putting forth the effort it would take to either teach them or watch over them brewing anything too advanced.
It had been two weeks and he still hadn’t gotten the woman in the rain out of his mind. Every night since then he’d gone to bed and dreamed of her. Every night he’d start by watching her in the rain and every night he’d get closer and closer to finding out her identity.
Last night he saw her in the rain and gone down the stairs and out of the castle. He’d slowly approached her, her back to him. He stood right behind her and put his arms around her waist. She tensed for a moment and then rested her head back against his shoulder, her fingers threaded through his over her lower abdomen and she began to sway her hips again. Unable to stop himself he swayed with her as he dropped his lips to her neck. Not content to stop there he turned her around and woke up right before he found out who she was.
Now he was still brooding. It was just that, instead of being his usually snarky and vile self, only worse as most would expect, he had become quiet and maybe even a bit lazy.
When class was over the students packed up their belongings and started heading out the door. Being his last class of the day he turned toward the door leading to his private chambers, ready for a glass of Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey to help him through both his obsession and what was probably to be yet another unbearably long dinner.
“Professor?”
Severus turned to see Hermione standing at his desk looking a bit nervous and unusually unsure of herself. He wasn’t really in the mood for this but what choice did he have really?
“Yes, Miss Granger?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. He wished to clearly indicate to the child that she should be brief.
“Well… It’s just that… um… Well Professor, the thing is… many students, and even some of the other Professors have noticed that… well, you just haven’t seemed well lately. And I guess I was just wondering Sir, if maybe you wanted to talk about it?” She said most of it staring intently at her feet with the last part rushing out so fast he barely thought he heard it.
If it was possible his eyebrow went up a little more before he answered, “No Miss Granger. I do not wish to talk about anything. Good day.” He turned on his heal and went through the doors, heading again for the Firewhiskey.
Before he could close and ward the doors however, the bushy haired know-it-all pushed through, barreling straight into him. “Ooof, sorry Sir.”
He turned and glared down at her. They were inches apart; so close he could smell her shampoo, a mix of lavender and honeysuckle, as he took a breath, trying to dismiss her again. “Miss Gra…”
“No! I’m not sorry Professor! You’ve been acting strange for two weeks now, and I know it may not be any of my business but you have to talk to somebody. I know that most of the time when there is a problem it just helps to talk about it, get it off your chest. I know you haven’t talked to anybody else because Professor McGonagall told me. She said that when she tried, you just sat in your chair, drinking and staring off into space. I figured that if I could get to you in a good mood and promised to not say anything to anyone that maybe you would just consider talking through your problem with me. I know that you don't often have good moods, especially lately and I know that you have never really liked me very much and I know that it’s maybe because I may seem like a bit of a know-it-all, and I’m always asking questions but really I can be a good listener. So…” She stopped and finally took her first breath since starting her little speech.
“I think it’s time that you left.” He knew that she couldn’t actually be interested in his problems. He wasn’t even entirely sure what his problem was and he certainly couldn’t explain it to her without seeming a bit foolish. And besides that, Severus Snape was not one to talk, he was one to brood.
Still… maybe…
“Not until you talk to me.” She practically stomped her foot and her bottom lip protruded a little.
His eyes were unavoidably drawn to it and he couldn’t help but thinking what an attractive bottom lip it was. Whoa wait a second! What am I thinking? It must be residual feelings from that woman.
Getting his bearings back he spoke again. “Miss Granger…”
“No!”
She stepped forward, effectively pushing him into one of the large black leather chairs in what appeared to be his living room. She sat in an identical chair facing his, put her belongings on the ground next to her, crossed her legs and glared at him.
“Now talk.”
He was so baffled at her gall he just stared at her for a few minutes. At her very determined and persistent glare he gave in.
“Will it get rid of you?” He sighed.
“No promises.” She displayed a small smile and got comfortable.
“Fine…” He also sat back in his chair and tried in his best Slytherin manner to think of a plausible lie. Very uncharacteristically not one came to his mind so he resigned himself and just told the truth. “Do you remember the thunderstorm a fortnight ago?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“And I haven’t been able to get the woman out of my mind since.” He finished.
Hermione just sat there, wide eyed and open mouthed.
“Now if you’re satisfied I suggest you head to The Great Hall for dinner and leave me to my solitude.” He stated, rising from his place and finally pouring a glass of Firewhiskey, effectively dismissing her when he turned back with a cold stare.
He saw me. She thought to herself. He saw me and he liked what he saw. She didn’t know what to do, how to react. He doesn’t know that it was me. What would he do if he did?
Before she did something ridiculous, like faint or reveal her identitiy, she quickly rose from her seat. Without saying a word she made her way to the door leading back to the classroom. She opened it and turned back to look at him.
A feeling she couldn’t identify washed over her when she saw him. The dark, hollowness of his eyes showed that when he said ‘solitude’ he really meant ‘loneliness’. Before she realized what she was doing she spoke to a very confused looking professor.
“If you see her again…”
He nodded his head very slightly, indicating that she should continue.
“You should go out and find out who she is. Maybe talk to her. You never know what might happen.”
“Why?” He whispered so softly that she didn’t hear him as the door clicked shut behind her.
Hermione wasn’t sure how she made it back to her room but suddenly there she was. She sat on her bed thinking of all that had transpired. She still wasn’t sure why she had told him to go and find out who she was but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Maybe it was the longing in his voice as he spoke of the secret woman, or the heartbreaking look in his eyes because he was sure that he was bound to spend the rest of his life alone, but she wanted him to come to her, to find out who she was.
She lay back and let her mind wander, hoping that somehow she would be able to decipher her feelings. She had never thought much of Snape outside of him being an irritating and sometimes humiliating professor. Now, the more she thought, the more she realized how much she respected him. He had been the only professor to truly challenge her, both academically and personally. He had also always been around, begrudgingly and sometimes unnecessarily, protecting her and her friends from foes, starting with Professor Quirrel in their first year up to helping to destroy Voldemort at the end of her sixth.
As soon as the positive thoughts about Professor Snape started, Hermione’s quick and deductive brain continued to produce them. Of course he had been a Death Eater, but he had also fought against that evil, showing himself to be a strong, courageous, and good man, even if he didn’t let anybody see that. He was also a very intelligent man, his constant degrading comments and disapproving looks making her try that much harder to prove herself and show him that she could be his equal. He had pushed her so much in fact that she had chosen to focus on Potions this year in the hopes of making it her career. With a bit of a shock she realized that Snape was the only person she could have a conversation with where she didn’t get bored within twenty minutes. She had discovered this fact at the beginning of this year when she’d requested he help her prepare for the Potions N.E.W.T.S.
It had taken some doing but he had eventually agreed and they now spent one night a week together, brewing potions, discussing different theories or techniques, or just in a comfortable silence while he graded papers and she read one of his first edition books by some of the most famous and influential potions masters. He now rarely belittled her in public, and while he probably wasn’t terribly excited about having her around for the extra lessons, he always treated her with courtesy and respect. Sometimes he even seemed to get excited by their conversations and be interested in what she had to say.
She had still never thought of him in anyway other than as her professor, but now that the seed had been planted in her mind it all seemed to fit. He was amazingly talented and could certainly stimulate her mind. She now saw past the greasy hair that was otherwise actually quite striking. She could imagine his long hooked nose being a very interesting and pleasant feature if Pavarti and Lavender's discussions of oral sex could be believed. His voice had always been amazing; having the ability to keep her hypnotized for hours.
She now couldn’t figure out how his tall, dark, and brooding persona had slipped past her notice. Well the answer was actually pretty easy… she had grown up with him for almost 7 years. She’d seen him everyday and had hated or feared him for most of them. She had just never realized he’d changed… or more likely, that she’d changed.
Well apparently her subconscious had noticed for her and had prompted her to give him the advice she had, and her conscious wasn’t about to regret it.
Just as she was about to doze off, a clap of thunder startled her awake. With a small smile she leaped out of bed, found her white nightgown, and crept swiftly outside.