Beneficent Stranger
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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5,313
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8
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Chapter Four
Beneficent Stranger
Chapter Four
By The Light Of The Silvery Moon
On the sky of black velvet, the opal disk of the Moon glimmered opal casting it’s light to the world below, bathing everything it touched in a silvery light.
Hermione Granger seemed to float through the box hedges that made up part of the garden of statues as she wound her way to the center and the place where she would finally meet the man of her dreams. She hoped.
The serenity or cor countenance belied the tumult of feelings coursing through her entire body and she felt as nervous as she had when she was a little first year sitting in the boat that took her to Hogwarts.
‘Will he come?’ she wondered, inner voice pleading as she laid a hand on the foot of the statue. Nimue gazed coldly down on her supplicant and did not answer.
With a small sigh, she turned and sat on one of the few benches that dotted the grass and toyed with a bit of fringe on a cushion. Her life was so different now, she mused, so changed from what it was in her first year. Her parents were dead, Voldemort was gone and the friendship she had so enjoyed with Harry and Ron had matured into something different. They were close still, but it was different as they invariably drifted into their grown up lives.
Harry was to stay at Hogwarts as he recovered from the Final Battle and decided what he wanted to do with his life now that he was frf thf the burdens he had carried. Ron was to be off to University. Here he had surprised them all with his decision to pursue a career in Mediwizardry. Hermione was happy about his choice, for Ron had a heart of gold deep within, that shone through the sometimes annoying and sometimes awkward exterior.
She had shocked all of them, she thought with a smile, with her decision to not go to University immediately upon graduation. Well, she had shocked all but Professor Dumbledore and her benefactor with her decision to travel the world for a year or two while she decided what she wanted to do with her life. She had told them all quite honestly that she needed the break. She still had some recovering to do as well after all.
Professor Dumbledore had merely patted her on the shoulder and winked. Her friends, after recovering from the shock had all agreed that her choice was a sound one and congratulated her.
Her benefactor had remained silent.
She rose to her feet again and looked up at the moon with a sigh. Perhaps he wasn’t going to come she thought.
Maybe he didn’t feel the same for her as she did him. Maybe she had frightened him away with her subtle hints and declarations. Maybe he just couldn’t face her.
Maybe she had figured wrong, she thought as a tear escaped her eye and trickled down her cheek.
The shadows had long been his friend. Their concealing darkness wrapped around him allowing him to hide when he needed to, or to comfort him when he needed it.
Tonight it allowed him to watch her in silence.
He had made his way to the clearing as fast as his feet would carry him, intent on finally facing her if at least to confirm that he had been the one to take care of her these last few years.
He had decided the night before that he wouldn’t meet her there, but tonight as he watched her cross the dais and accept her diploma he had changed his mind. The brilliant, proud smile she had flashed at him had turned his heart. Never had he seen such a lovely sight, until now.
He had not intended to hide in the shadows, but he melted into them when he heard her footfall whispering in the grass. His old heart had seized with fear in his chest at that sound and he suddenly found himself feeling frightened. It was am emotion that he didn’t want her to see, he wasn’t entirely sure that he hadn’t made a mistake in coming here in the first place.
But as he watched her enter the clearing, the moonlight reflecting off of her silken gown, the emeralds glimmering at her throat, he was frozen to the spot. So he watched her as she laid a hand on Nimue’s foot gazing up into the face of the statue, her brow wrinkled as it always did when she was thinking.
He drew a silent breath at the sheer beauty of the sight before him. Hermione Granger wasn’t a stunning beauty, hair air was still bushy although she had learned to tame it a bit.
He watched the changing expressions on her face as she sat on the bench, thinking. Waiting for him to meet her there. Wondering if he would come. Thinking about her friends, he could tell by the slight smile that graced her lips, thinking about her life.
Her sigh was forlorn, soft and painful to his ears. She was standing now, gazing up at the moon, her face bathed in it’s silvery light.
He was going to let her leave, he thought. She was too beautiful for him to even consider. Yet as the watched that single tear run down her cheek, glimmering like a diamond on her skin, he found himself stepping out of the shadows and drawing breath to speak.
“Hermione.”
.
Chapter Four
By The Light Of The Silvery Moon
On the sky of black velvet, the opal disk of the Moon glimmered opal casting it’s light to the world below, bathing everything it touched in a silvery light.
Hermione Granger seemed to float through the box hedges that made up part of the garden of statues as she wound her way to the center and the place where she would finally meet the man of her dreams. She hoped.
The serenity or cor countenance belied the tumult of feelings coursing through her entire body and she felt as nervous as she had when she was a little first year sitting in the boat that took her to Hogwarts.
‘Will he come?’ she wondered, inner voice pleading as she laid a hand on the foot of the statue. Nimue gazed coldly down on her supplicant and did not answer.
With a small sigh, she turned and sat on one of the few benches that dotted the grass and toyed with a bit of fringe on a cushion. Her life was so different now, she mused, so changed from what it was in her first year. Her parents were dead, Voldemort was gone and the friendship she had so enjoyed with Harry and Ron had matured into something different. They were close still, but it was different as they invariably drifted into their grown up lives.
Harry was to stay at Hogwarts as he recovered from the Final Battle and decided what he wanted to do with his life now that he was frf thf the burdens he had carried. Ron was to be off to University. Here he had surprised them all with his decision to pursue a career in Mediwizardry. Hermione was happy about his choice, for Ron had a heart of gold deep within, that shone through the sometimes annoying and sometimes awkward exterior.
She had shocked all of them, she thought with a smile, with her decision to not go to University immediately upon graduation. Well, she had shocked all but Professor Dumbledore and her benefactor with her decision to travel the world for a year or two while she decided what she wanted to do with her life. She had told them all quite honestly that she needed the break. She still had some recovering to do as well after all.
Professor Dumbledore had merely patted her on the shoulder and winked. Her friends, after recovering from the shock had all agreed that her choice was a sound one and congratulated her.
Her benefactor had remained silent.
She rose to her feet again and looked up at the moon with a sigh. Perhaps he wasn’t going to come she thought.
Maybe he didn’t feel the same for her as she did him. Maybe she had frightened him away with her subtle hints and declarations. Maybe he just couldn’t face her.
Maybe she had figured wrong, she thought as a tear escaped her eye and trickled down her cheek.
The shadows had long been his friend. Their concealing darkness wrapped around him allowing him to hide when he needed to, or to comfort him when he needed it.
Tonight it allowed him to watch her in silence.
He had made his way to the clearing as fast as his feet would carry him, intent on finally facing her if at least to confirm that he had been the one to take care of her these last few years.
He had decided the night before that he wouldn’t meet her there, but tonight as he watched her cross the dais and accept her diploma he had changed his mind. The brilliant, proud smile she had flashed at him had turned his heart. Never had he seen such a lovely sight, until now.
He had not intended to hide in the shadows, but he melted into them when he heard her footfall whispering in the grass. His old heart had seized with fear in his chest at that sound and he suddenly found himself feeling frightened. It was am emotion that he didn’t want her to see, he wasn’t entirely sure that he hadn’t made a mistake in coming here in the first place.
But as he watched her enter the clearing, the moonlight reflecting off of her silken gown, the emeralds glimmering at her throat, he was frozen to the spot. So he watched her as she laid a hand on Nimue’s foot gazing up into the face of the statue, her brow wrinkled as it always did when she was thinking.
He drew a silent breath at the sheer beauty of the sight before him. Hermione Granger wasn’t a stunning beauty, hair air was still bushy although she had learned to tame it a bit.
He watched the changing expressions on her face as she sat on the bench, thinking. Waiting for him to meet her there. Wondering if he would come. Thinking about her friends, he could tell by the slight smile that graced her lips, thinking about her life.
Her sigh was forlorn, soft and painful to his ears. She was standing now, gazing up at the moon, her face bathed in it’s silvery light.
He was going to let her leave, he thought. She was too beautiful for him to even consider. Yet as the watched that single tear run down her cheek, glimmering like a diamond on her skin, he found himself stepping out of the shadows and drawing breath to speak.
“Hermione.”
.