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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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31
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57,851
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163
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This fic is a compilation of different authors. We do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Balance
Chapter 27 ~ Balance
"I'm—I'm sorry, Hermione," Snape said softly, his dark eyes resting on her stony gaze. Hermione's eyes were unfocused and she didn't react at first.
He leaned closer.
"Hermione?" he ventured.
Hermione snapped out of her vengeful reverie, her brown eyes hard now.. Harpies were too good for him. Stretching him over a rack of nails and dropping a few boulders on him would be even more satisfying. But, none of that would ever happen. Yet, she could let him know how she felt.
"You had no right," she said in a low voice. "You had no right to view my memories. Those were private moments, my moments—"
"I know," the Potions master said, at a loss to explain himself any further.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then said, "I'd walk away and never come here again if I could. But I need your help, professor. Still, when this is over, you won't ever have to worry about seeing me again. You won't."
Hermione stood up and turned her back to him. Snape sat there, unmoving, noting the stiffness of her stance.
"I take it you don't need me to strengthen my memories, will you?" she asked coldly.
"No."
"I'm going to go, then. I don't need to be concerned about you viewing my memories now. You've already done it. I hope you found invading my life fine entertainment, professor. I feel like I've been raped."
Snape stiffened at the analogy.
Hermione began to walk toward the door, Snape looking after her desperately. He couldn't let her go like this.
"Hermione. Hermione wait. Please."
Hermione spun on him.
"Why? What can you do to fix this? Nothing. Nothing at all," she hissed at him.
Snape stood up slowly, walked over to his bookshelf, pulled aside a false front and removed another Pensieve.
Hermione watched with glistening eyes as he walked back over to her stool and set the Pensieve down beside the one filled with her swirling memories. He drew his wand, placed it against his temple then looked at Hermione.
"You are correct. I can't give back the secrets I've learned about you, but—"
He drew out a long silvery strand and dropped it into the Pensieve. Hermione took a small step toward him as he placed the tip of the wand against his temple again.
"I can restore the balance," Snape concluded as Hermione crossed over to him and looked down into the bowl.
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A/N: My muse is AWOL, and has been for a good while now. :( But I thought I'd try and add a little something to this collaboration. How many times have we imagined doing something awful to someone, but really wouldn't do it? Sorry this chapter wasn't exciting or too creative, but I hope it still manages to move the story forward. Thanks for reading.
"I'm—I'm sorry, Hermione," Snape said softly, his dark eyes resting on her stony gaze. Hermione's eyes were unfocused and she didn't react at first.
He leaned closer.
"Hermione?" he ventured.
Hermione snapped out of her vengeful reverie, her brown eyes hard now.. Harpies were too good for him. Stretching him over a rack of nails and dropping a few boulders on him would be even more satisfying. But, none of that would ever happen. Yet, she could let him know how she felt.
"You had no right," she said in a low voice. "You had no right to view my memories. Those were private moments, my moments—"
"I know," the Potions master said, at a loss to explain himself any further.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then said, "I'd walk away and never come here again if I could. But I need your help, professor. Still, when this is over, you won't ever have to worry about seeing me again. You won't."
Hermione stood up and turned her back to him. Snape sat there, unmoving, noting the stiffness of her stance.
"I take it you don't need me to strengthen my memories, will you?" she asked coldly.
"No."
"I'm going to go, then. I don't need to be concerned about you viewing my memories now. You've already done it. I hope you found invading my life fine entertainment, professor. I feel like I've been raped."
Snape stiffened at the analogy.
Hermione began to walk toward the door, Snape looking after her desperately. He couldn't let her go like this.
"Hermione. Hermione wait. Please."
Hermione spun on him.
"Why? What can you do to fix this? Nothing. Nothing at all," she hissed at him.
Snape stood up slowly, walked over to his bookshelf, pulled aside a false front and removed another Pensieve.
Hermione watched with glistening eyes as he walked back over to her stool and set the Pensieve down beside the one filled with her swirling memories. He drew his wand, placed it against his temple then looked at Hermione.
"You are correct. I can't give back the secrets I've learned about you, but—"
He drew out a long silvery strand and dropped it into the Pensieve. Hermione took a small step toward him as he placed the tip of the wand against his temple again.
"I can restore the balance," Snape concluded as Hermione crossed over to him and looked down into the bowl.
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A/N: My muse is AWOL, and has been for a good while now. :( But I thought I'd try and add a little something to this collaboration. How many times have we imagined doing something awful to someone, but really wouldn't do it? Sorry this chapter wasn't exciting or too creative, but I hope it still manages to move the story forward. Thanks for reading.