Hollow

ALL CHARACTERS ARE COPYRIGHT JK ROWLING AND I JUST MESS AROUND WITH THEM, and put them in highly unrealistic situations.

Okay okay I know you all just want the sex, I’M GETTING THERE, I PROMISE, HEHE J Hehe I just have a thing for long weird plots… BUT THERE WILL BE SEX.

And with those five words: THIS IS RATED NC-17 FOR A REASON, IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, then it’s PLAIN AND SIMPLE (I like CAPITAL LETTERS…) DON’T READ IT.

All characters are over 18

I’d like to dedicate Chapter Three to my awesome roommate Amanda who’s persistent teasing about my Harry Potter obsession just makes me wanna write more, hehe J

And now I’m going to shutup.

CHAPTER THREE: FIRE

Snape sat in the chair, an aura of cold surrounding him, swallowing him. There were so many emotions fighting in his head and he couldn’t control it, let alone ignore it, and Severus Snape, former death eater, potion master, and head of Slytherin house, wasn’t one for emotional display. He eyed Hermione’s lifeless body, unable to take his dark eyes off her. He was so confused, so emotionally exhausted… He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling right now. It was a combination of intense anger and hatred mingled in with this feeling… a feeling he wasn’t sure what he could call it. It was something he hadn’t felt before. Not since Lily… His thoughts trailed off as he was interrupted by a low cough.
Madame Pomfrey was standing there, her face stern and emotionless. “ I came to see how my patient was doing.” She knelt down by the body and studied it intensely, feeling for a pulse, once the pulse was found, she listened to it. “ Cold… still so cold…” she muttered.
“ She’s going to be all right, right?” Snape snapped.
“ She will be,” Madame Pomfrey paused. “ Fine.” But there was something in her voice, something uncertain, something that made his heart stop. “ I’ll be back to check on her later. You really should get some sleep, Severus; you staying here won’t make the recovery any faster, and it’s not healthy for you either. You two have been through a lot.” She disappeared behind the curtain.
Snape contemplated for a while. He supposed she was right, him staying here wasn’t going to do anything for him, or her, but he couldn’t bear to leave her alone. There was some sort of force drawing him to the muggle-born girl. But him staying here was torturing himself. He pulled himself up and paused by the body. Then he knelt down till his face was right above hers and he softly kissed her on the lips, immediately pulling back as if he had touched fire. He jumped up and then walked towards turtaurtains, shocked, nervous, then he looked at the lifeless body…and with a last heartfelt glance he walked away.


He didn’t know how he found his way back to his quarters that night. The last thing he remembered was being in the room with Hermione and then suddenly he found himself standing in front of his fireplace, shivering, feeling cold, colder then he usually felt, this was a cold he couldn’t tolerate, an indistinguishable cold. He fell back in his black leather armchair and stared into the orange and red flames, the scent of blood lingering on his clothes and body, unable to escape from it.
What had he done? What made him kiss the girl? What drew him to her? This was Hermione Granger, the know it all muggle born…. Lily… the name rang in his ears, and lingered in his heart. She reminded him of Lily. Beautiful Lily Evans who would risk her life for anyone. When he was a student in Hogwarts, while most of the other students made fun of him and played pranks on him, the greasy haired kid who knew more curses then most of the 7 yr Slytherins, Lily had befriended him. Lily talked to him when nobody else did. When Lupin, Potter, and Black had made fun of him, it was Lily who stood up for him when nobody else did. Perhaps was was why he fell in love with her, she was the only one who ever gave him a chance. The only one who ever cared…


Snape awoke the next morning in a disgruntled position in his chair, achnd pnd pains crowned his body. He drew himself a bath and scrubbed and scrubbed at the dried blood on his skin until there were no traces of it left. Then he pulled on a new black robe, and headed to the Dungeon for his potions class.
His potions class was something else. There was no Ms. Granger shooting her hand in his face with answers… No Malfoy, Crabbe, or Goyle shouting out Mudblood insults. Potter and Weasley were quieter then usual. Neville melted another cauldron and then his recovery potion turned a bright red instead of the orange it was supposed to turn. The class seemed strange to him, as it ended he felt a huge feeling of relief.
Lunch came. He took his usual place at the staff paper. Professor McGongall eyed him intensely. “ You look horrible, Severus,” she said in her stern voice.
“ How’s the girl?” he snapped.
“ She’s stable,” McGongall said. Snape looked down at his plate and attempted to pick at the food, but his appetite was nonexistent. He took a quick glance towards the Gryffindor table. Potter and Weasley looked withdrawn, the two who were usually so concentrative on themselves, were quiet, barely speaking above a whisper, there were dark circles under their eyes due to lack of sleep. Once more Potter noticed his ge, ae, and he returned it, hatred glowing.
“ Severus,” Dumbledore interrupted.
“ Headmaster?”
“ I’d like to speak with you in private,” Dumbledore replied, his voice stern, cold, and discontent. Snape felt a shiver run through his body. What if Dumbledore knew about the kiss? There was so little that Dumbledore didn’t notice that went around at the school.
“ Yes Headmaster,” Snape replied.
“ In my office, Severus,” Dumbledore said.
The two of them arrived at the statue, which shrouded the entrance into Dumbledore’s office. “ Truffle,” said Dumbledore and the statue sprung to life. The two of them headed up the stairs until they reached the office, and entered it. “ Please, sit down, Severus.” Snape sat down, once more in awe of the office.
“ Yes Headmaster.”
“ Severus, the teachers and I have decided that if would be best for the students…” Hear it comes, thought Snape; they’re going to fire me. “ If we not tell any of the students about this incident. The idea that Voldemort could appear on the grounds would probably not be a good thing to spread around. Especially after what happened with The Chamber of Secrets a few years ago… I’m afraid the tension between the purebloods and muggle born might cause some problems.”
“ Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley…” Snape started.
“ I have already spoken to both Harry and Ron,” Dumbledore said. “ They are naturally distraught abwhatwhat happened to Hermione, but I have granted them unlimited visiting time, and they have promised not to reveal what they saw. They also have promised to limit their exploration until this situation is cleared.” Snape said nothing, he stared at the ground, unable to look the headmaster in the eye. “ Now Snape about Hermione.”
“ IS SHE GOING TO BE OKAY?”pe bpe blurted out, unable to control himself. He felt the tears start to well up in his eyes. Dumbledore handed him some tissues. “ She’s not going to die is she? Can’t you do anything? Can’t Fawkes help her?”
“ SEVERUS,” the headmaster said sternly, but gently. “ She isn’t going to die. I just know this is a horrible ordeal for you both, and when she wakes up, I think she might need your support. So therefore, I’d like you to set aside certain prejudices and give her all the support she needs when she wakes up and as she’s recovering.”
“ I understand, Headmaster, and I do owe her that much at least. I feel partly responsible.”
“ What happened is not your fault, Severus.”
“ I feel at fault.”
“ What Hermione is a noble thing. You did not order her to do it, nor did you order Voldemort to attack her. What she did was of her own free will, and you bear no responsibilities. I do understand, however, that you must feel guilty, and I intend to give you my full support throughout this.”
“ Thank you headmaster.”
“ Severus.”
“ Yes headmaster?”
“ You might try having a hot chocolate, I always have one when I’m down, it makes me feel better.”


Severus’s feet led him back to where Hermione led. He paused in front of the curtain as he heard voices. “ Come on Hermione, you’ve got to wake up… Classes aren’t the same without you.”
“ Yeah there’s no one shouting out the answers, it’s so boring.”
“ She is going to flip when she wakes up about all the work she’s missing.”
“ But that’s our Hermione, always on top of everything.” Severus let himself in and found himself facing Weasley and Potter.
“ Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley,” he said, that was as close to a greeting as he ever gave to anyone. “ I do believe you should be in Transfiguration right now. It’d be a pity to lose points for your house because you’re lingering here.”
“ Some people aren’t grateful for anything other’s do for them. Come on, Harry,” Ron said, and the two of them left. Severus reoccupied his chair and once more stared at they any and then he found himself starting to speak.
“ Come on, girl, wake up.” He was surprised at himself, surprised he couldn’t control himself. “ I don’t like seeing you lie here like this. I don’t know why I feel the way I do, but I can’t help it…” He wrapped his arms around her still body and once more kissed her cold lips, and the warm tears from his eyes dripped off his face and burned her skin, and he never wanted to let go of her ever again.

LOST ANGEL’S NOTES: okay, I tried to keep it still in character, but it’s hard, especially cuz I started writing this at three am, hehe. Oh yes, sorry if the grammar is really bad in this section, three am highs on coffee will do that to me J and well they kissed, and as soon as I make Hermione regain consciousness, there will be more… (And believe me I’m making a twist on that whole thing, hehe… well what I consider a twist…) So keep on tuning in, and keep on reading, and A BAD THANK YOU to everyone who reads this.