A Letter to Hermione

Letter to Hermione.

Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable, I had originally planned to leave this as a one shot but thanks to a fabulous review by CeliaEquus and some musical inspiration via Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues I decided to write another chapter. To all my readers who've never heard the song, it's well worth a listen as it still sends shivers up my spine whenever I listen to it.

Hermione woke feeling safe and warm, wrapped securely in a dark wool blanket on what looked like Severus's couch “How did I get here?” she wondered to herself, till it dawned on her that Severus must of found her asleep at her desk again and had placed her here for her own comfort.

Severus had changed since the war, sure he still had the same snarly, sarcastic demeanor but he was a lot more patient and understanding or on the other hand maybe it was her who'd changed, either way since the war some of her most happiest memories were because of him. Hermione's dream flashed again in the forefront of her mind, she smirked to herself she'd been having this dream since the ministry ball she'd attended with Severus eighteen months ago.

That ministry ball was the start of all her dreams and her problems, Severus had agreed to escort her because Ron was out of the country and they'd both needed dates so it had seemed like a good idea at the time. But oh sweet Merlin help her, when she'd opened her door to see him standing on her doorstep dressed in tailored dress robes and his hair tied back with a black silk ribbon, her knees were practically jelly, barely holding her up as she stared at this devastatingly handsome man. She could feel her fingers itching to release that ribbon so she could run her fingers through his inky black strands.

In an effort to hide the need that must be pouring off her she remembers making a joke which made him laugh and broke the tension between them. They had arrived at the ministry in good form laughing and joking about some of the awful people who were going to be there tonight, during the ball they'd mingled with the other guests and danced a few dances together. It had been the perfect night till Ron had shown up and had made her his trophy girlfriend showing her off to all the Quidditch bigwigs, she spent the rest of the evening looking for Severus but when ever she'd make eye contact he would glare in her direction, so not knowing why he was being like that, she'd schooled her features into a polite mask and concentrated on Ron for the remainder of the evening, who at the end of the night had made her laugh with some anecdote about the twins and had then tried to stick his tongue down her throat like an over excited puppy.

In her dreams Hermione was able to have the night she had so dearly wanted but never got, in her dreams Ron never appears, it's just her and Severus dancing out on the balcony underneath the starlit sky, he lowers his head to kiss her stopping just millimeters from her mouth.

“Severus” she says staring into his dark fathomless eyes, she felt like she was drowning in them as his gaze swept over her face and locked onto her lips.

“Tell me what you want Hermione and I will give it to you” his voice was like melted dark chocolate and honey caressing her senses, but giving her almost a sugar rush for want of a better word.

Her hands reached up and undid the ribbon holding his hair in place, running her fingers through his silky tresses.

“Severus please...”the words kiss me were lost as he captured her mouth with his and began to give her the most luxurious kiss of her life, it was unhurried, the perfect sparring of tongues dodging, weaving, dancing in tune with one another and then....

And then she wakes up to reality where she is still with Ron, their relationship only seems to work because they only see each other every other weekend due to work commitments from both of them. She loved Ron truly she did, but her treacherous heart desired more, her conscious on the other hand would shut down any traitorous feelings she may have during the light of day, but on the blessed wings of Morpheus her heart was allowed to dream the impossible dream of her knight in dark gleaming armor.

“Oh for Merlin's sake, will you get off this sofa and stop daydreaming, you've got data to record and potions to brew” she told herself sternly, as she picked the blanket up to fold it the faint masculine scent that was undeniably Severus's smell wafted under her nose, she buried her head in the soft woolen folds and breathed deeply , hearing raised voices coming from his study she blushed and quickly folded it before standing up and noticing Harry through the half open study door pointing to something on Severus desk.

“She has a right to know Severus, before she reads the article” Harry said through gritted teeth.

“I am perfectly aware of that you stupid boy, all I am saying is it can wait till she wakes up, she has been working non stop for the past three weeks and obviously it has caught up with her, so excuse me if I don't rush out and tell her what a philandering idiot her boyfriend is.”

Hermione sank down back onto the sofa after hearing Severus's admission “Do I stay here and wait for them to console me or do I take it like the Gryfindor I'm supposed to be and just confront them with what I've just over heard?” she thought for a moment just hugging the blanket to her chest before throwing it on the cushion beside her and marching into the study with a determined look on her face.

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