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Smitten (Slight Edit ~ Not Update)
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,423
Reviews:
14
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.
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Smitten
Thirty-two-year-old Severus Snape lay asleep in his bed on his back, nude. He breathed deeply but fitfully, dreaming of his last pain-filled audience with the Dark Lord.
Once again the despot was less than pleasure with Snape's paltry offering of information concerning Albus' plans and the hated Harry Potter. Before his death eaters, Voldemort had him stripped and whipped for his laxness. It had been terrible, but no more terrible than usual. Poppy had seen to his injuries, and he was whole now, but more scars had been added to the ones he already carried. He suffered through his nightmares stoically.
Last time he returned broken, he had been found in the corridor by Hermione Granger, who went and retrieved help for him. He hadn't wanted her to see him in that condition, knowing it wouldn't take much for her to put it all together and realize he was playing a double role. As soon as he was stable, he argued with Albus that she should be Obliviated, but the Headmaster assured him Hermione would keep the secret.
So far, she had.
In the semi-darkness of Snape's bedroom, a whispered spell sounded, and the Potions master's breathing deepened significantly. From out of the shadows emerged Hermione Granger, short, bushy-haired and timid as she eased toward Snape's bed. She stopped by his bedside and looked down on him, her brown eyes drifting up his slender, sheet-covered body and resting on his harsh, angular face.
Hermione touched his cheek gently with her fingers.
The witch’s eyes shined as she touched his lank black hair.
Snape sighed and shifted in his sleep, the witch stepping back into the shadows for a moment, then returning to his side.
She stared down at Snape, longing in those innocent brown eyes.
Snape sighed again, turning to face her now.
The witch turned and exited the room, uttering “Finite Incantatem” before melting into the darkness.
Severus Snape’s eyes opened slowly, and he looked into the darkness, a scowl on his pale face.
THE END
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A/N: Still creepy. lol.
Thirty-two-year-old Severus Snape lay asleep in his bed on his back, nude. He breathed deeply but fitfully, dreaming of his last pain-filled audience with the Dark Lord.
Once again the despot was less than pleasure with Snape's paltry offering of information concerning Albus' plans and the hated Harry Potter. Before his death eaters, Voldemort had him stripped and whipped for his laxness. It had been terrible, but no more terrible than usual. Poppy had seen to his injuries, and he was whole now, but more scars had been added to the ones he already carried. He suffered through his nightmares stoically.
Last time he returned broken, he had been found in the corridor by Hermione Granger, who went and retrieved help for him. He hadn't wanted her to see him in that condition, knowing it wouldn't take much for her to put it all together and realize he was playing a double role. As soon as he was stable, he argued with Albus that she should be Obliviated, but the Headmaster assured him Hermione would keep the secret.
So far, she had.
In the semi-darkness of Snape's bedroom, a whispered spell sounded, and the Potions master's breathing deepened significantly. From out of the shadows emerged Hermione Granger, short, bushy-haired and timid as she eased toward Snape's bed. She stopped by his bedside and looked down on him, her brown eyes drifting up his slender, sheet-covered body and resting on his harsh, angular face.
Hermione touched his cheek gently with her fingers.
The witch’s eyes shined as she touched his lank black hair.
Snape sighed and shifted in his sleep, the witch stepping back into the shadows for a moment, then returning to his side.
She stared down at Snape, longing in those innocent brown eyes.
Snape sighed again, turning to face her now.
The witch turned and exited the room, uttering “Finite Incantatem” before melting into the darkness.
Severus Snape’s eyes opened slowly, and he looked into the darkness, a scowl on his pale face.
THE END
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A/N: Still creepy. lol.