#7 ~ The Ghost and Lady Snape
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Hermione's Greatest Fear
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 28 ~ Hermione’s Greatest Fear.
Marcus, Severus and Hermione followed Peeves back to the point where they entered the astral realm. Marcus walked a bit ahead of the couple, holding his scimitar loosely. Hermione noticed a very faint glow surrounding the wizard as he walked. She nudged Severus.
“Look, Marcus has a glow,” she said. Severus nodded.
“He’s realized there are those who love him and accepted it. He wasn’t aware of that before. Though they dwell in the astral plane, he’s not alone. So what you see are the beginnings of what can be for him,” Severus replied, looking thoughtful
Hermione had never thought about Marcus not being loved by anyone. He was a lot like Severus was in the early part of their relationship in that respect. She didn’t know if the wizard felt unworthy of love, or simply chose to push it away, feeling it a liability. Either way, it showed why he was such a bastard. How could he not be, not receiving any kindness or care to mellow him? It didn’t excuse his actions however. He didn’t care at all about the feelings of others once he decided on a course of action. His own gratification was most important to him. But she saw him respond to love today. To Cassandra, his parents, and his ancestress, Fiona. He didn’t scoff or turn away from them. He accepted their gift without reservation. Maybe there was hope for him after all. She didn’t see herself stringing garlands of friendship around his neck, but she could be less aggressively dismissive of him. After all, Severus was once cruel and decidedly evil, and love transformed him, somewhat. He was still snarky as hell to everyone but a lot less so than before. He was capable of a deep, abiding love now…
“What’s that?” said Peeves, pointing at a lone figure standing before them. It wasn’t facing them but turned to the side. They slowed cautiously. Another figure appeared, much shorter, standing on the side of the first, apparently talking to it, without a response.
Hermione looked, and gasped. The taller figure was Severus. He had a bland, uninterested look on his face. The shorter figure was herself. It was as if the whole world disappeared and all she could see were the two figures. She couldn’t hear herself speaking, but there was a pleading look in her eyes as she spoke to her husband, who all but ignored her as if she wasn’t there. Oh, gods. Was this her worst fear manifesting? She felt her heart clutch as Severus turned to look at her, a dismissive expression of distaste on his face. He walked away from her, and both figures faded, before another image appeared.
The real Severus stood beside her, watching her fear play out. He saw the next image form and his heart went cold. It was a bed, and Severus was in it, half-covered by a green silk sheet in Slytherin colors. By his motions, he was actively engaged in sex. A woman was writhing beneath him, but it wasn’t Hermione. He turned to his wife, who was staring wide-eyed at the image, her mouth open as the sex play became more intense, tears streaming down her face, frozen in place, her eyes glued to the scene of her husband fucking another woman, in their marriage bed and enjoying it.
Severus ran to Hermione and turned her to face him. Her body turned, but her eyes remained glued to the couple wildly copulating in the bed. The woman’s face was visible now. It was no one he had ever seen before, beautiful, black-haired and green-eyed. She was looking directly at Hermione as Severus drove into her, and smiling wickedly. “Mine,” she mouthed.
Severus shook Hermione. She didn’t respond, just kept watching, her body beginning to slump. The bow slipped off her shoulder, and suddenly she went limp, and Severus pulled her to him desperately.
“Hermione! It’s a lie. It’s not true! I could never love another woman the way I love you! Hermione! Listen to me!” he cried, looking into her dull eyes. She wasn’t hearing him.
Marcus watched the scene in front of him, not knowing what to make of it. But he understood that Hermione seeing the man she loved in another woman’s arms had devastated her. It was a crazy fear though. Even he could see that the Potions Master was dedicated to the dizzy little witch. This was her own insecurity. Severus wouldn’t fuck another woman any more than he would fuck a blast-ended Skrewt. He had all he wanted in her.
“You better turn up the flame, Snape,” Marcus said to the Potions Master, “turn it up and change that vision, or you’ll lose her. She’s gone off the deep end.”
In the room of requirement, Albus stood over Hermione’s graying body, gently sponging her brow with a wet cloth. What in the world was happening up there?
Severus shook Hermione again, desperate. She was limp in his arms, only her tears flowed openly. He pressed his lips to her temple, and then lowered his mouth to her ear and began to whisper softly to her, reliving the moments of their lives together from beginning to end. The loss of her virginity, their becoming lovers, facing death together, facing losing each other, their marriage. He reminded her of it all, holding her tightly.
“How could you ever imagine, my love, my Lady, that there would be any other woman who could turn me from you…you who gave me my life back, you, who have given me more challenge and love than any other in my whole existence? It is a lie, Hermione. My soul is bound to yours for now and forever. The fear is baseless. It has no place in our reality. I love you more than life itself, my wife. Beyond life, beyond death. Return to me, my sweet, my only one.”
He kissed her, pulling her to him and willing her to respond with every fiber of his being. They began to glow intensely, the white fire sparking high in the sky, illuminating the entire plane, forcing the creatures standing in the mist to withdraw. The light became so intense it was blinding. The hair of both Severus and Hermione whipped about as if caught in a powerful upward draft as their lips met. Both Marcus and Peeves shielded their eyes and turned away from the couple, the glow so bright now it was like looking on the face of God.
“Come back to me, Hermione,” Severus breathed against her mouth. Slowly, he felt her mouth move against his, and her body begin to respond. He pulled her even tighter to him, deepening the kiss. The image changed. He was still making love, but it was his wife beneath him, kissing him passionately as he took her.
He felt Hermione’s arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, and her mouth opened to receive him. He could feel her life, and her love blazing in the intensity of her kiss, and then he shuddered, feeling like the plane itself had moved. The white light exploded into an enormous sparkling image of a huge black serpent coiled languidly around the body of a lioness, and a great roar sounded across the astral plane as they broke their kiss. Hermione gazed lovingly into her husband’s eyes, comforted and reassured. The image of the two of them, faded.
“Severus,” she breathed, looking into his soft, black eyes.
“Hermione,” he replied softly.
“Oh, get a room!” said Marcus, waving his scimitar, a blatant look of disgust on his face as the sparkling image above them faded. The couple looked at him and grinned openly at him for the first time.
“We’ve got one waiting for us back at Hogwarts,” Hermione replied, kissing Severus again.
Marcus snorted. “Come on, Peeves, let’s get out of here before they give me another show,” he said, striding away exaggeratedly.
Hermione laughed and Severus grinned down at her. He decided all that needed to be said about her fear, had been said. He would never love another woman. Ever. He would never stop loving his Lady.
“Come wife, let’s go home,” he said, sweeping her up into his arms and striding after Marcus and Peeves, leaving her bow and quiver behind. The technicolor mist was empty of forms. The last display must have convinced the creatures that these travelers were much too powerful to overcome.
Hermione tucked her head beneath Severus’ chin, feeling his strong heartbeat against her as he walked. Her heart swelled with love. She hadn’t known her fear of losing his love, but was assured now that it would never, ever happen.
Marcus and Peeves stopped ahead.
“This is the place we entered at,” said Peeves, flitting about. “Now we waits.”
“Any idea how long?” Marcus asked. He felt as if he had been here for days.
“Not long,” the poltergeist said, non-commitally. Marcus waited until Hermione and Severus drew near. Severus set Hermione down and the three looked at each other. Marcus raised his eyebrows.
“You think we should all get naked again?” he asked, enjoying Hermione’s scowl.
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A/N: They are on their way back to Hogwarts. Did you notice what the woman with Severus looked like? Hmm. Now, who do we know that fits that description… Please review.
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Chapter 28 ~ Hermione’s Greatest Fear.
Marcus, Severus and Hermione followed Peeves back to the point where they entered the astral realm. Marcus walked a bit ahead of the couple, holding his scimitar loosely. Hermione noticed a very faint glow surrounding the wizard as he walked. She nudged Severus.
“Look, Marcus has a glow,” she said. Severus nodded.
“He’s realized there are those who love him and accepted it. He wasn’t aware of that before. Though they dwell in the astral plane, he’s not alone. So what you see are the beginnings of what can be for him,” Severus replied, looking thoughtful
Hermione had never thought about Marcus not being loved by anyone. He was a lot like Severus was in the early part of their relationship in that respect. She didn’t know if the wizard felt unworthy of love, or simply chose to push it away, feeling it a liability. Either way, it showed why he was such a bastard. How could he not be, not receiving any kindness or care to mellow him? It didn’t excuse his actions however. He didn’t care at all about the feelings of others once he decided on a course of action. His own gratification was most important to him. But she saw him respond to love today. To Cassandra, his parents, and his ancestress, Fiona. He didn’t scoff or turn away from them. He accepted their gift without reservation. Maybe there was hope for him after all. She didn’t see herself stringing garlands of friendship around his neck, but she could be less aggressively dismissive of him. After all, Severus was once cruel and decidedly evil, and love transformed him, somewhat. He was still snarky as hell to everyone but a lot less so than before. He was capable of a deep, abiding love now…
“What’s that?” said Peeves, pointing at a lone figure standing before them. It wasn’t facing them but turned to the side. They slowed cautiously. Another figure appeared, much shorter, standing on the side of the first, apparently talking to it, without a response.
Hermione looked, and gasped. The taller figure was Severus. He had a bland, uninterested look on his face. The shorter figure was herself. It was as if the whole world disappeared and all she could see were the two figures. She couldn’t hear herself speaking, but there was a pleading look in her eyes as she spoke to her husband, who all but ignored her as if she wasn’t there. Oh, gods. Was this her worst fear manifesting? She felt her heart clutch as Severus turned to look at her, a dismissive expression of distaste on his face. He walked away from her, and both figures faded, before another image appeared.
The real Severus stood beside her, watching her fear play out. He saw the next image form and his heart went cold. It was a bed, and Severus was in it, half-covered by a green silk sheet in Slytherin colors. By his motions, he was actively engaged in sex. A woman was writhing beneath him, but it wasn’t Hermione. He turned to his wife, who was staring wide-eyed at the image, her mouth open as the sex play became more intense, tears streaming down her face, frozen in place, her eyes glued to the scene of her husband fucking another woman, in their marriage bed and enjoying it.
Severus ran to Hermione and turned her to face him. Her body turned, but her eyes remained glued to the couple wildly copulating in the bed. The woman’s face was visible now. It was no one he had ever seen before, beautiful, black-haired and green-eyed. She was looking directly at Hermione as Severus drove into her, and smiling wickedly. “Mine,” she mouthed.
Severus shook Hermione. She didn’t respond, just kept watching, her body beginning to slump. The bow slipped off her shoulder, and suddenly she went limp, and Severus pulled her to him desperately.
“Hermione! It’s a lie. It’s not true! I could never love another woman the way I love you! Hermione! Listen to me!” he cried, looking into her dull eyes. She wasn’t hearing him.
Marcus watched the scene in front of him, not knowing what to make of it. But he understood that Hermione seeing the man she loved in another woman’s arms had devastated her. It was a crazy fear though. Even he could see that the Potions Master was dedicated to the dizzy little witch. This was her own insecurity. Severus wouldn’t fuck another woman any more than he would fuck a blast-ended Skrewt. He had all he wanted in her.
“You better turn up the flame, Snape,” Marcus said to the Potions Master, “turn it up and change that vision, or you’ll lose her. She’s gone off the deep end.”
In the room of requirement, Albus stood over Hermione’s graying body, gently sponging her brow with a wet cloth. What in the world was happening up there?
Severus shook Hermione again, desperate. She was limp in his arms, only her tears flowed openly. He pressed his lips to her temple, and then lowered his mouth to her ear and began to whisper softly to her, reliving the moments of their lives together from beginning to end. The loss of her virginity, their becoming lovers, facing death together, facing losing each other, their marriage. He reminded her of it all, holding her tightly.
“How could you ever imagine, my love, my Lady, that there would be any other woman who could turn me from you…you who gave me my life back, you, who have given me more challenge and love than any other in my whole existence? It is a lie, Hermione. My soul is bound to yours for now and forever. The fear is baseless. It has no place in our reality. I love you more than life itself, my wife. Beyond life, beyond death. Return to me, my sweet, my only one.”
He kissed her, pulling her to him and willing her to respond with every fiber of his being. They began to glow intensely, the white fire sparking high in the sky, illuminating the entire plane, forcing the creatures standing in the mist to withdraw. The light became so intense it was blinding. The hair of both Severus and Hermione whipped about as if caught in a powerful upward draft as their lips met. Both Marcus and Peeves shielded their eyes and turned away from the couple, the glow so bright now it was like looking on the face of God.
“Come back to me, Hermione,” Severus breathed against her mouth. Slowly, he felt her mouth move against his, and her body begin to respond. He pulled her even tighter to him, deepening the kiss. The image changed. He was still making love, but it was his wife beneath him, kissing him passionately as he took her.
He felt Hermione’s arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, and her mouth opened to receive him. He could feel her life, and her love blazing in the intensity of her kiss, and then he shuddered, feeling like the plane itself had moved. The white light exploded into an enormous sparkling image of a huge black serpent coiled languidly around the body of a lioness, and a great roar sounded across the astral plane as they broke their kiss. Hermione gazed lovingly into her husband’s eyes, comforted and reassured. The image of the two of them, faded.
“Severus,” she breathed, looking into his soft, black eyes.
“Hermione,” he replied softly.
“Oh, get a room!” said Marcus, waving his scimitar, a blatant look of disgust on his face as the sparkling image above them faded. The couple looked at him and grinned openly at him for the first time.
“We’ve got one waiting for us back at Hogwarts,” Hermione replied, kissing Severus again.
Marcus snorted. “Come on, Peeves, let’s get out of here before they give me another show,” he said, striding away exaggeratedly.
Hermione laughed and Severus grinned down at her. He decided all that needed to be said about her fear, had been said. He would never love another woman. Ever. He would never stop loving his Lady.
“Come wife, let’s go home,” he said, sweeping her up into his arms and striding after Marcus and Peeves, leaving her bow and quiver behind. The technicolor mist was empty of forms. The last display must have convinced the creatures that these travelers were much too powerful to overcome.
Hermione tucked her head beneath Severus’ chin, feeling his strong heartbeat against her as he walked. Her heart swelled with love. She hadn’t known her fear of losing his love, but was assured now that it would never, ever happen.
Marcus and Peeves stopped ahead.
“This is the place we entered at,” said Peeves, flitting about. “Now we waits.”
“Any idea how long?” Marcus asked. He felt as if he had been here for days.
“Not long,” the poltergeist said, non-commitally. Marcus waited until Hermione and Severus drew near. Severus set Hermione down and the three looked at each other. Marcus raised his eyebrows.
“You think we should all get naked again?” he asked, enjoying Hermione’s scowl.
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A/N: They are on their way back to Hogwarts. Did you notice what the woman with Severus looked like? Hmm. Now, who do we know that fits that description… Please review.