The Dark Gryffindor

Sheherazade: Thanks for the wonderful reviews. Valerie does not fully realize Snape is a hero. She definitely will start to with a specfic scene much later.


The following chapter I named after a song by Evanescence called "My Immortal."


Chapter Fifteen: My Immortal


The next morning Valerie was roused out of a peaceful sleep to pack and leave Spinner’s End. For Snape had insisted it was not a safe place to return to at nightfall, as Snape smartly inferred that if someone was watching them they would know it was their habit to leave and return in the evening and that someone would surely use this information to their advantage.

Now they stood outside on the narrow street, each carrying their suitcases at their sides.

“What place did you have in mind for us today, professor?” Valerie casually asked him to recapitulate. He had told her an hour ago but she since forgot the name of the location.

“The Forest of Dean,” said Snape.

At once Snape hooked his arm around Valerie's elbow to escort her as a side-along apparator, his mind focusing on the intended destination.

They saw a blank nothingness, the sensation of air being sucked and they burst into existence in the midst of a thick forest. They regained their bearings and took their wands were out at once, just in case.

Snape commented, “It is unlikely that anyones in this area of England. It’s an isolated region…”

“I’m not worried, sir. When with you I am safe,” said Valerie humbly.

Snape smiled, feeling pleasure at her statement. He pointed his wand tip down as he walked, clearing his tracks with a spell through the mounds of soft snow.

“Valerie – Walk backwards. Clear the tracks as I make it easier for us.”

So Snape cleared the mounds of snow before he took his steps so they didn’t have to wade in the snow and Valerie uncleared it after she took her steps.

“We couldn’t fly. For if we did, we would have to venture above the trees. The problem with that is we might be seen on such a visible, clear day,” said Snape.

“Right…It’s obvious we can’t go flying. We don’t have brooms!” said Valerie.

Snape remained silent to this exclamation. He didn’t need to tell her there were other methods of flying. Ways his master had taught him. Best not tell her everything now.

It took almost five minutes to get there when it should have only taken one. Soon they stopped near a small pond, a sheet of ice covering it. They could still hear the wind whistling in the forest surrounding them.

Snape at once circled like a wolf around the pond, casting all sorts of protective enchantments in the vicinity. Things like muggle repelling charms and muffliato and even more complex incantations to make them unable to be detected.

He returned to Valerie waiting. “I see the perfect place to relax and get warm. It shall shield us from the winds.”

“Where?,” she asked incredulously, eyes darting around scanning the pond's perimeter.

She followed Snape until he came to two of the biggest and tallest evergreen trees in front of the pond on top of a little slope.

Valerie watched unnerved, as Snape bowed his head, and bent into the base under the two trees. She followed him into a dark canopy, full of shadowy branches above, and beneath a circle of snow at their feet, pinecones littering it. The pinecones were like ornaments from Christmas trees, strewn on virgin white snow.

Snape said, “I have blankets in my valise. You can fix us the breakfast food.”

“How interesting. I never heard of a picnic in the winter. Picnicking in ice and snow?,” Valerie gaily remarked. She found it ironic and humorous considering how most people associated picnics with sunshine and greenery, not cold and darkness.

So Snape made up the site for cozier habitation and Valerie magically produced water with the Aguamenti charm. She got the water hot with another spell and then added tea bags they had brought. Next she took out some cookies and biscuits from a tin can.

Minutes later, they were snuggled up together in woolen blankets, sipping tea out of warm ceramic mugs and nibbling on the food. It was just like they were camping out. But none of it was the least bit unpleasant.

After the meal, Snape laid back against the tree trunk and Valerie cleaned up. She came back to lay beside him and stared up at the four-foot high canopy, lazily watching pine needles fall. It felt like they were in a cave. Valerie sighed, feeling tranquility.

“Sir – I wish we could do this longer….How about having our honeymoon here?” She said boldly, without really thinking it through.

Snape bolted forwards suddenly, and turned to peer down at Valerie, giving her a startling look. He looked very dark and broodish. Valerie wondered if she had incensed him. She sincerely hoped she hadn't killed the romantic mood.

“I don’t know, Valerie,” Snape answered looking like a man who had another mysterious secret hidden under his sleeve. The truth was that Snape did not want to have to tell her how he didn't expect to live too long. He couldn’t bare to think of marriage, especially if she wound up a very young widow soon afterwards.

Snape forced the thought of popping her the question out of his mind. He would consider that possibility later. For now – he just stared down at her. She had closed her eyes, basking in the bliss. She inwardly wondered if he was going to make a move on her.

And then he was kissing her eyelids, very tenderly and he watched her cheeks turn pink with blushing. She opened her eyes to look up at him with her blue gaze, like a sky, a stormy sky.

Valerie said passionately, “It feels like there is nobody else in the world but us!”

“Yes, doesn’t it?,” replied Snape and he kissed her full lips with one smooth embrace. He pressed her to him possessively, hovering above on top. Suddenly the scent of rosewater exuded. He had never noticed it consciously until now. The clean odor of rosewater perfume mixed in nicely with the woodsy pine and evergreen scents.

"I understand it's freezing - but please could you loosen your coat?," said Snape, delicately considerate.

Valerie did so, her hands creeping to her chest unbuttoning three large black buttons on the blue velvet coat. At the same moment, Snape had gently slid off her pink cotton pants along with her white panties. Valerie shivered a bit - but she was safe from the worst of the cold, and to her the temperature was actually an invigorating tingle on her skin.

Snape pressed himself, with his head between Valerie's breasts, as if resting there, and his hands massaged her two breasts at once, stimulating the nipples. A moment later he raised his head to see he had a job well done. Her nipples were more erect than ever both from cold and the work of his hand's.

She heard Snape unzipper and unbelt his pants under the teacher's robes, which swirled around her now like it was curtains at the side of a bed. Snape pushed into the wet space between her thighs, and she could feel the gradually fullness again, all encompassing and absorbing in the peaceful natural moment.

"I'm going soft and gentle Valerie," Snape forced himself to say, in a hushed whsiper.

And as he thrust into her, Valerie raising her shins to steady herself and get more of his large member inside, Snape's head delved down into her chest again, and all she could see was the greasy curtain of his black hair. She heard a sucking sound, and Snape was actually breastfeeding off her for a moment, and she could feel her boobs shrivel slightly from the shock.

And everything was compounding into a sheer floating feeling of heaven for both of them. Snape released himself and rapidly kissed Valerie, and she tasted her own sweet milk for the first time. She swallowed and then moaned loudly in pleasure, as Snape did the same, each orgasm in unity, truly more one than they had ever been.

"That felt so good, sir. I like when you're gentle too. I never thought I would - but I do!," said Valerie after a long moment of golden silence past between them.

“Come on. We’re going to the pond,” he announced unexpectedly.

“Why?,” said Valerie, surprised by this.

Snape actually winked. “We wouldn’t want all this ice to melt and never use it now would we?”

And now Valerie rose, forcing herself not to laugh and skeptically sneer at his suggestion. ‘Could he really be saying what she thought he was saying?’ she wondered.

Valerie hurried to follow Snape down the slope to the edge of the icy pond. “Sir – are you serious?…We’re going to skate?”

She saw Snape was already on the ice. His boots had blades transfigured onto them and he held out a gloved hand for Valerie to take and with the other waved his wand. Valerie watched the soles of her boots transform, metal solidyfying and inserting into her shoes, just like those on real ice-skates.

She smiled widely and came out onto the pond on wobbling legs looking like an innocent young lamb who had not learned to walk yet.

He asked lightly, sounding positively mirthful, “Have you ever ice-skated?”

“No…,” she said shakily, somewhat nervous.

“Neither have I,” Snape responded candidly. “We can learn together.”

They began to become accustomed to skating, skating on the very pond Gryffindor’s sword had been placed in by Snape just a few weeks ago.

“Let’s race!,” said Valerie gleefully.

“Alright. First one across the pond wins, Gryffindor versus Slytherin,” said Snape sounding competitive.

They got ready to sprint on the skates, Valerie saying, “On your mark, get set, go!”

And Snape and Valerie were off, each picking up momentum. Snape slowed down a little and watched Valerie race ahead in a blur, himself behind her.

He caught up to Valerie, there breath coming out in foggy clouds. Yet it was definitely not dementor’s fog as there weren’t any around here.

“Hey, you let me win,” squealed Valerie.

“So I did,” admitted Snape. “Care for another go?”

“Let’s!,” said Valerie playful and joyful.

They started again, and she saw Snape zoom ahead, cloak trailing recklessly. Valerie tried to catch up but couldn’t. He was clearly going to win this one.

Just as Snape would have reached the finish line, at the other end of the pond, she saw him fall and roll over several times.

“Sir – are you alright?” she screeched frantically. She kept racing until she was right there in front of him. She was terrified.

But after an initial second of terror she was already screaming, “Hey! Professor, you tricked me!” Her hands went to her hips, annoyed to see his conniving smile. But her chiding was cute and innocent. Of course, she was very forgiving towards this.

Valerie fell purposefully on top of him, and pretended to punch his shoulder as Snape laughed louder than she had ever heard him. He laughed as if he had not a care in the world.

They stood up again, and did something like a dance together on the ice. Snape spinning Valerie around, holding tightly to her white mittened hands. Or helping each other try to do small jumps. They were having so much fun, Valerie felt like she could forget how she used to see him as only the strict headmaster. It was like they were both the same age, as if they were kids.

“Oh, Valerie. If this ice could be the mirror of Erised, I daresay it would show the same reflection as below.”

Valerie looked down to see a hazy image, reflected in the weak sunlight. It was them standing together, Snape’s arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“What do you mean? What is this mirror, sir?”

“The mirror that shows the heart's greatest longing. What is it? You and me together for the rest of our lives…My dearest wish on earth,” continued Snape sentimentally, but not fully explaining the mirror.

“Oh,” said Valerie faintly. She swallowed, biting her lip and frowning, a tear in one eye. Snape did not see this, so distracted in his desires. She thought that it was possible Snape still wanted Lily much more than her. He specifically said she was all he wanted on earth and not forever, but only as long as they lived. This made her feel a mixture of envy and hurt. Valerie was not truly satisfied with his answer.

Snape sighed, as they crossed the pond and trudged up the tiny slope to the forest edge, near the canopy. “Thank-you, Valerie. I have not had such fun in years….Not since Lily.”

Valerie pointed excitedly, “Look at that, Professor Snape!”

Snape quickly looked to where she was pointing. Between two trees was a pair of soft, shining eyes, and then the silhouette of an elegant doe emerged, standing before the wood fearlessly.

Snape smiled fully. “Oh, yes. Beautiful creature.”

Snape inwardly thought how to him it meant a sign of Lily’s love. Perhaps she was letting him know from beyond that she was happy he had Valerie.

“We’re going to leave. But before the day is over, there is one more place I want to visit.”