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The sadness of the Snake
Chapter 32: The lust of the Snake
Hey… thanks for your great reviews. I
hope you like chapter 32.
Chapter 32: The sadness of the Snake.
Survival is of vital importance, of course. And I do
not mean to be redundant here but then again every time I reflect upon certain
attitudes of fellow human beings the less reason I find to reflect about in the
first place. I always find humans to be redundant and breathing the sweet
winter air that covers your lungs with ice every eight months is a privilege
that many people will never be able to experiment again. For death was near.
Death is always near even if we hopelessly try to focus our minds in other
subjects. This tactic, however, may just be the one that enables the whole
process, as pathetic as it may sound.
The silly thing about humans is that we tend to appreciate
people a lot more when they are close to the end. And he understanding that his
final battle was close, he could do nothing but to kiss her pale skin and
devoured her lips hungrily because he knew as clearly as he knew he was going
to die that he loved her.
They had reached Hogwarts hours ago and they hadn’t
had the stamina to walk the ten feet that separated them from the door. Their
aim was to inform Dumbledore about the status of their plan in person but they
had merely sent the old man an owl, simply writing what Lucius had in mind and
waiting for further order on his behalf. As I said, they lacked the strength to
move because their souls wereing ing goodbye in the most fabulous of ways:
loving.
Extreme emotions can only arise from facing death.
“I love you,” she confessed while caressing his black
hair. He was going to miss her caresses so much that tears of frustrations were
fighting for release in his eyes. Those smooth hands of her had transported him
to fantastic places by their bare touch. He was going to a land, however, were
her caresses would not be allowed and that filled his soul with sadness.
“I love you too,” he replied minutes after kissing her
palms fondly and looking straight into her beautiful big brown eyes. He was
going to miss those big brown eyes so much.
“Why are you so sad?,” she
dared to ask while being slowly kissed in the neck by her husband. She knew he
was distressed for something but Hermione Granger could only dare imagine the
reason behind the mellow façade.
“I am not sad,” he answered. He could reply nothing
more; he wanted not to destroy her heart prematurely even if he knew that his
fate had been sealed long ago. He could deny it no more.
But just when he thought that the questioning was over
and that soon enough he would be lying on his back in the middle of the living
room floor of his chambers thinking about a possible escape, the tear that has
struggled for release had won the battle and was now running freely down his
cheek and onto her stomach where it landed like a raindrop in a Yorkshire lake.
“I see,” was all she said kissing his cheek and
massaging the path the tear had carved, “You needn’t worry. We will both die,”
she sentenced knowing for a fact that life without him was no life at all, “We
are together, remember: “For as long as you both shall live”,” she added with a
bright smile that cleared all his fears. She had the gift of making him happy,
whatever the occasion, whatever the sorrow.
“I will never let you do that,” he whispered, nonetheless,
some time later when her eyes had lost its sparkle because of his sudden
weakness, “I appreciate you too dearly, my love, to let you die. My life is
rotten; Hermione and thus you should understand I deserve to die. Your life, on
the other hand, has just started and I am sure that the future will bring many
wonderful things for you,” he said caressing her curls with his right hand. He
was going to miss those curls so much that a sudden sadness invaded his body
entirely: he was going to lose her.
“If fate decides your death, then I will decide mine
for I will assault your laboratory for a venom so
powerful that I will be seeing your beautiful face as soon as my lips touch the
bottle,” she threatened with a fierce look on her face; she meant every word.
“Do you really believe that I am worth dying for?,” he asked standing up and walking towards the fireplace.
Hermione was staring intently at his back from the spot in which she had been
seated since her returnHogwHogwarts. Oh Gods! He was so handsome. His slim
waist made his upper torso look even bigger and that made her feel protected.
It was nice to know that he was there to defend her; to give his life for that
she could breath and live a different existence with a man he picture in his
mind as perfect for her. Little did he know that for Hermione Granger there was
no one in the world more ideal than Severus Snape and that she was going to
keep her promise: not even death was going to separate them.
“Of course,” she answered standing up as well and
joining him near the fire while the roaring flames warmed their calves. He was
there, daring not to look straight into her eyes for he knew that if he indeed
dived into those enormous pools of love, he would drown in her for all the
eternity. And that, though tempting as it may sound, was not fair for her.
“Shall I carry you to our bedroom?,”
he inquired stretching his hand for her to take it. But she didn’t. Instead she
positioned herself behind him and pressed her cheek really hard against his
pale skin. She, then, proceeded to hug him with all her might trying to prove
once again how capable she was of making him feel better. He had several beauty
marks which she kissed before jumping on his back.
“Please, do carry me to our bedroom, my prince. I have
been waiting for this moment my whole life,” she whispered into his ear while
he marched towards his bedroom. But that room was not his anymore. For the very
first time they were going to share a bedroom of his own chambers knowing for a
fact that they were husband and wife and that they were doing nothing wrong.
“My heart will be forever yours,” he confessed while
placing her on his silky black sheets.
“Is that a promise?,” she
asked, kissing his shoulder.
“It is a fact, my darling,” he finally confessed,
holding both her arms above her head and kissing her neck fondly.
After that, there was no need for words; their bodies
were doing all the talking.
Meanwhile, several feet above the dungeons a very old
man was writing a reply to his most faithful friend, requesting his own death.
Hey… thanks for your great reviews. I
hope you like chapter 32.
Chapter 32: The sadness of the Snake.
Survival is of vital importance, of course. And I do
not mean to be redundant here but then again every time I reflect upon certain
attitudes of fellow human beings the less reason I find to reflect about in the
first place. I always find humans to be redundant and breathing the sweet
winter air that covers your lungs with ice every eight months is a privilege
that many people will never be able to experiment again. For death was near.
Death is always near even if we hopelessly try to focus our minds in other
subjects. This tactic, however, may just be the one that enables the whole
process, as pathetic as it may sound.
The silly thing about humans is that we tend to appreciate
people a lot more when they are close to the end. And he understanding that his
final battle was close, he could do nothing but to kiss her pale skin and
devoured her lips hungrily because he knew as clearly as he knew he was going
to die that he loved her.
They had reached Hogwarts hours ago and they hadn’t
had the stamina to walk the ten feet that separated them from the door. Their
aim was to inform Dumbledore about the status of their plan in person but they
had merely sent the old man an owl, simply writing what Lucius had in mind and
waiting for further order on his behalf. As I said, they lacked the strength to
move because their souls wereing ing goodbye in the most fabulous of ways:
loving.
Extreme emotions can only arise from facing death.
“I love you,” she confessed while caressing his black
hair. He was going to miss her caresses so much that tears of frustrations were
fighting for release in his eyes. Those smooth hands of her had transported him
to fantastic places by their bare touch. He was going to a land, however, were
her caresses would not be allowed and that filled his soul with sadness.
“I love you too,” he replied minutes after kissing her
palms fondly and looking straight into her beautiful big brown eyes. He was
going to miss those big brown eyes so much.
“Why are you so sad?,” she
dared to ask while being slowly kissed in the neck by her husband. She knew he
was distressed for something but Hermione Granger could only dare imagine the
reason behind the mellow façade.
“I am not sad,” he answered. He could reply nothing
more; he wanted not to destroy her heart prematurely even if he knew that his
fate had been sealed long ago. He could deny it no more.
But just when he thought that the questioning was over
and that soon enough he would be lying on his back in the middle of the living
room floor of his chambers thinking about a possible escape, the tear that has
struggled for release had won the battle and was now running freely down his
cheek and onto her stomach where it landed like a raindrop in a Yorkshire lake.
“I see,” was all she said kissing his cheek and
massaging the path the tear had carved, “You needn’t worry. We will both die,”
she sentenced knowing for a fact that life without him was no life at all, “We
are together, remember: “For as long as you both shall live”,” she added with a
bright smile that cleared all his fears. She had the gift of making him happy,
whatever the occasion, whatever the sorrow.
“I will never let you do that,” he whispered, nonetheless,
some time later when her eyes had lost its sparkle because of his sudden
weakness, “I appreciate you too dearly, my love, to let you die. My life is
rotten; Hermione and thus you should understand I deserve to die. Your life, on
the other hand, has just started and I am sure that the future will bring many
wonderful things for you,” he said caressing her curls with his right hand. He
was going to miss those curls so much that a sudden sadness invaded his body
entirely: he was going to lose her.
“If fate decides your death, then I will decide mine
for I will assault your laboratory for a venom so
powerful that I will be seeing your beautiful face as soon as my lips touch the
bottle,” she threatened with a fierce look on her face; she meant every word.
“Do you really believe that I am worth dying for?,” he asked standing up and walking towards the fireplace.
Hermione was staring intently at his back from the spot in which she had been
seated since her returnHogwHogwarts. Oh Gods! He was so handsome. His slim
waist made his upper torso look even bigger and that made her feel protected.
It was nice to know that he was there to defend her; to give his life for that
she could breath and live a different existence with a man he picture in his
mind as perfect for her. Little did he know that for Hermione Granger there was
no one in the world more ideal than Severus Snape and that she was going to
keep her promise: not even death was going to separate them.
“Of course,” she answered standing up as well and
joining him near the fire while the roaring flames warmed their calves. He was
there, daring not to look straight into her eyes for he knew that if he indeed
dived into those enormous pools of love, he would drown in her for all the
eternity. And that, though tempting as it may sound, was not fair for her.
“Shall I carry you to our bedroom?,”
he inquired stretching his hand for her to take it. But she didn’t. Instead she
positioned herself behind him and pressed her cheek really hard against his
pale skin. She, then, proceeded to hug him with all her might trying to prove
once again how capable she was of making him feel better. He had several beauty
marks which she kissed before jumping on his back.
“Please, do carry me to our bedroom, my prince. I have
been waiting for this moment my whole life,” she whispered into his ear while
he marched towards his bedroom. But that room was not his anymore. For the very
first time they were going to share a bedroom of his own chambers knowing for a
fact that they were husband and wife and that they were doing nothing wrong.
“My heart will be forever yours,” he confessed while
placing her on his silky black sheets.
“Is that a promise?,” she
asked, kissing his shoulder.
“It is a fact, my darling,” he finally confessed,
holding both her arms above her head and kissing her neck fondly.
After that, there was no need for words; their bodies
were doing all the talking.
Meanwhile, several feet above the dungeons a very old
man was writing a reply to his most faithful friend, requesting his own death.