10 Years After
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7,025
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Chapter 3
10 Years After
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
A/N: Sorry this is a little short, but there needed to be a bridge between what happened and the future, and this chapter is it. There WILL be more chapters. I do have to see where this is headed.
New York City: March 24, 2008, late morning; Grand Wizard Hotel, penthouse suite.
Hermione awoke to find herself wrapped in Severus’ arms. She planted a soft kiss on his chest and quietly propped herself up on one elbow. She took in all of Severus Snape; the long silky dark hair that covered half his face while he slept, the aquiline nose, the angular planes of a face that was appealing in spite of not being classically “handsome”. She took in his lean muscular torso, noted the scars that attested to his years of being a spy for the light, the numerous tortures he suffered at the hands of the long departed Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, and the other Death Eaters. Hermione gently traced one long thin scar that she recognized as a final gift from Lucius Malfoy before the elder Malfoy was dispatched by a well placed Avada Kedavra from the potions master. Hermione remembered stopping the bleeding at the field hospital and sitting vigil over Severus, realizing how much he gave to the Light. Hermione couldn’t believe it was a little over 10 years since the downfall of Voldemort, since that night watching over Severus and realizing what mortality meant. If someone as strong and forceful as Severus Snape could lay near death, anyone could.
Hermione leaned down and softly kissed Severus on the lips. He stirred slightly. Hermione felt a tug in her heart as her lips brushed against his again. As she took in a deep breath, she understood the consequence of last night. She was in danger of losing her heart to this untamed passionate man, indeed, she already may have. And that was not something she could afford to do. She was a married woman, even if her marriage was less than perfect. She broke her marriage vows by sleeping with Severus, she didn’t want to shatter them by falling in love with him. She whispered a soft “I’m sorry” into his ear, kissed him one last time, borrowed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, transfigured them to her size, and quietly slipped out of his room and back to hers. She quickly packed her things and apparated home, a single tear belying her emotion at leaving without a word.
Severus awoke with a start approximately 15 minutes after Hermione had apparated from New York. He realized quickly that Hermione was no longer in his room. He sighed. This was not unexpected. He could not have hoped for more than what he got, indeed, he had never even hoped for half as much as what he got. Hermione Granger-Potter was untouchable for a man such as he. Not only was she married to the Savior of the Wizarding World, she was also leagues beyond what he deserved. He had long put aside the silly incomprehensible notion of the superiority of the pureblood. He realized that Hermione Granger-Potter was so much more than her birthright. She was a talented witch, a brilliant mind, and a beautiful woman. There was truth in what he had said last night. He didn’t care that she was married. All he wanted was one night to bask in the glory that was Hermione. But once having had that one night, he realized it simply wasn’t enough. He wanted more than one night. He wanted a lifetime. But a dream like that would have to remain a dream for a man like Severus Snape. He had nothing other than wealth to offer her. He wasn’t good looking, no he never fooled himself into thinking he was. He wasn’t pleasant. He wasn’t social. He was a bitter, cranky, reclusive man with an ax to grind against the entire world. He did not deserve someone like Hermione. So a one night stand it would be. It was his initial plan anyway, why stray just because part of him wanted to know her better? He got up and went about his day, planning his return to Hogwarts for later that evening.
Godric’s Hollow, March 24, late evening. Potter house.
Hermione sat in the small library attempting to read a book while awaiting the return of her husband. She forced herself to stop thinking about Severus Snape and the night they spent. Her focus needed to be on her marriage now. Clearly something was lacking if it drove her into the arms of another man. It was time to face the truth of her life, that her marriage needed some work, that all was not rosy in the Potter household. It was time to put the passion into her life. If she could harness half the passion of her night with Severus… “no,” she thought, “mustn’t think of him as Severus anymore. He’s Snape the bastard. Remember that, Hermione.” She sighed as she heard the door to the house open.
“Hi honey, I’m home,” called out Harry.
“In the library,” answered Hermione.
Harry Potter entered the library, slung his Quidditch bag over one of the chairs and leaned down to kiss Hermione on the cheek. Hermione turned her face and caught her husband in a kiss on the lips, which Harry dutifully returned. The lack of passion in his kiss should have surprised her, but it didn’t. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss. Harry responded slowly, but responded nonetheless. Hermione ran her hand down Harry’s pants, feeling for his cock.
“Take me to bed, Harry,” she whispered.
With a shrug, Harry allowed her to lead him to the bedroom where Hermione undressed him and kissed her way down his body to his semi-erect penis.
“What are you doing, Hermione?”
“What does it look like?” she replied.
“Can’t we just make love and get some rest? Honey, I’m beat. It’s been a long week.”
“Fine,” replied Hermione, laying on the bed while Harry quietly mounted her.
Hermione lay under her husband, feeling his passionless thrusting. She closed her eyes and thought back to the previous night, to Severus Snape, to feeling like a woman. She moaned as she remembered the feeling of his mouth between her legs, of his tongue doing things to her body that she had rarely felt. She felt Harry come inside her, but was remembering the way it felt when he came. She felt her own climax begin, not brought on by Harry, but by the memory of Severus. As she came, she felt the tears coursing down her face. She loved Harry. Of that she was sure. The one thing she wasn’t certain of anymore was whether or not she was in love with him. She rolled over and hugged her pillow, crying silently as her husband fell asleep next to her.
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
A/N: Sorry this is a little short, but there needed to be a bridge between what happened and the future, and this chapter is it. There WILL be more chapters. I do have to see where this is headed.
New York City: March 24, 2008, late morning; Grand Wizard Hotel, penthouse suite.
Hermione awoke to find herself wrapped in Severus’ arms. She planted a soft kiss on his chest and quietly propped herself up on one elbow. She took in all of Severus Snape; the long silky dark hair that covered half his face while he slept, the aquiline nose, the angular planes of a face that was appealing in spite of not being classically “handsome”. She took in his lean muscular torso, noted the scars that attested to his years of being a spy for the light, the numerous tortures he suffered at the hands of the long departed Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, and the other Death Eaters. Hermione gently traced one long thin scar that she recognized as a final gift from Lucius Malfoy before the elder Malfoy was dispatched by a well placed Avada Kedavra from the potions master. Hermione remembered stopping the bleeding at the field hospital and sitting vigil over Severus, realizing how much he gave to the Light. Hermione couldn’t believe it was a little over 10 years since the downfall of Voldemort, since that night watching over Severus and realizing what mortality meant. If someone as strong and forceful as Severus Snape could lay near death, anyone could.
Hermione leaned down and softly kissed Severus on the lips. He stirred slightly. Hermione felt a tug in her heart as her lips brushed against his again. As she took in a deep breath, she understood the consequence of last night. She was in danger of losing her heart to this untamed passionate man, indeed, she already may have. And that was not something she could afford to do. She was a married woman, even if her marriage was less than perfect. She broke her marriage vows by sleeping with Severus, she didn’t want to shatter them by falling in love with him. She whispered a soft “I’m sorry” into his ear, kissed him one last time, borrowed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, transfigured them to her size, and quietly slipped out of his room and back to hers. She quickly packed her things and apparated home, a single tear belying her emotion at leaving without a word.
Severus awoke with a start approximately 15 minutes after Hermione had apparated from New York. He realized quickly that Hermione was no longer in his room. He sighed. This was not unexpected. He could not have hoped for more than what he got, indeed, he had never even hoped for half as much as what he got. Hermione Granger-Potter was untouchable for a man such as he. Not only was she married to the Savior of the Wizarding World, she was also leagues beyond what he deserved. He had long put aside the silly incomprehensible notion of the superiority of the pureblood. He realized that Hermione Granger-Potter was so much more than her birthright. She was a talented witch, a brilliant mind, and a beautiful woman. There was truth in what he had said last night. He didn’t care that she was married. All he wanted was one night to bask in the glory that was Hermione. But once having had that one night, he realized it simply wasn’t enough. He wanted more than one night. He wanted a lifetime. But a dream like that would have to remain a dream for a man like Severus Snape. He had nothing other than wealth to offer her. He wasn’t good looking, no he never fooled himself into thinking he was. He wasn’t pleasant. He wasn’t social. He was a bitter, cranky, reclusive man with an ax to grind against the entire world. He did not deserve someone like Hermione. So a one night stand it would be. It was his initial plan anyway, why stray just because part of him wanted to know her better? He got up and went about his day, planning his return to Hogwarts for later that evening.
Godric’s Hollow, March 24, late evening. Potter house.
Hermione sat in the small library attempting to read a book while awaiting the return of her husband. She forced herself to stop thinking about Severus Snape and the night they spent. Her focus needed to be on her marriage now. Clearly something was lacking if it drove her into the arms of another man. It was time to face the truth of her life, that her marriage needed some work, that all was not rosy in the Potter household. It was time to put the passion into her life. If she could harness half the passion of her night with Severus… “no,” she thought, “mustn’t think of him as Severus anymore. He’s Snape the bastard. Remember that, Hermione.” She sighed as she heard the door to the house open.
“Hi honey, I’m home,” called out Harry.
“In the library,” answered Hermione.
Harry Potter entered the library, slung his Quidditch bag over one of the chairs and leaned down to kiss Hermione on the cheek. Hermione turned her face and caught her husband in a kiss on the lips, which Harry dutifully returned. The lack of passion in his kiss should have surprised her, but it didn’t. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss. Harry responded slowly, but responded nonetheless. Hermione ran her hand down Harry’s pants, feeling for his cock.
“Take me to bed, Harry,” she whispered.
With a shrug, Harry allowed her to lead him to the bedroom where Hermione undressed him and kissed her way down his body to his semi-erect penis.
“What are you doing, Hermione?”
“What does it look like?” she replied.
“Can’t we just make love and get some rest? Honey, I’m beat. It’s been a long week.”
“Fine,” replied Hermione, laying on the bed while Harry quietly mounted her.
Hermione lay under her husband, feeling his passionless thrusting. She closed her eyes and thought back to the previous night, to Severus Snape, to feeling like a woman. She moaned as she remembered the feeling of his mouth between her legs, of his tongue doing things to her body that she had rarely felt. She felt Harry come inside her, but was remembering the way it felt when he came. She felt her own climax begin, not brought on by Harry, but by the memory of Severus. As she came, she felt the tears coursing down her face. She loved Harry. Of that she was sure. The one thing she wasn’t certain of anymore was whether or not she was in love with him. She rolled over and hugged her pillow, crying silently as her husband fell asleep next to her.