On a Hot Summer Night
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Chapter IV
[AN]Thank you to Amanda and Snakelette for reviews. I should have 2 more chapters after this one by the end of the day.[/AN]
Why was she doing this? Oh yes. To get answers. Not to mention her school-girl crush. Which was just multiplied by weird even more since he was, technically, her 'father'. She hadn't spoken to her parents since she was turned. She didn't want them to be shocked by their daughter. So her isolation from family made her depend on her friends. Which were wrapped up in their own lives. At least Severus never seemed to have a life. Duty to Dumbledore and the Order made him secluded. From himself and others. She knew. She had seen it.
Her hand in a fist, and ready to knock on the potion room door, she realized that this was harder than she thought. He should hear her. Although he could not read her mind since she was his fledgling, his enhanced senses should have told him that she was standing there. After all, they had only met hours before, and her smell should still be familiar to him.
Knocking was overrated, especially for vampires, she decided finally. Besides, if he was in a compromising situation, it wouldn't be anything she wasn't familiar with. Boldly, and with courage, she opened the door, to see the Professor sitting at the desk going through some papers. To her surprise he didn't look a day older than 25. Doing quick math, he should be technically twice that, being born in 1959. It made her breath shudder. For once, she found herself attracted not only to the man's intellect, but his looks. When he came to her apartment he looked as he should, around 50. Perhaps that was an attempt at not scaring her.
His ears did pick up on something, but when the door opened, his head snapped up to see Hermione standing there. She looked more shy and vulnerable than ever, although she could snap anyone's neck with almost no excess force. It was a shame she never came to her for lessons of how to use her vampiric power. Perhaps now she had come to her senses. Since she seemed in such shock, he felt his cheek with one finger to find it smooth and flawless. Damn. His glamour charms were down. Anyone left in the castle at this point knew about his state, so there was no point in hiding himself. Poor Hermione, he thought. It was a shame that this would be the manner of their reintroduction.
"Come in from the door. Sit. Would you like a meal?"
Drink would be too obvious and food would just remind her of the lack of taste it brought. But blood was so much better than that. At least he thought so. A meal would imply the sustenance that the blood gave.
"No, thank you."
She was silent compared to her normal self. Over her years in school she learned that one needs to speak up for oneself when one wants something. All she wanted was answers. Or more, advice.
"Why have you come to my office on a day such as this?"
He was trying to be kind to her. Really, he was. But his patience was running thin. After all, she had just told him a few hours before to leave her apartment, and acted like she never wanted to see him again. Perhaps it was the shock of seeing him like this. Like he's supposed to be. In this state, he was only a few years older than she was. Although their mental ages might also be on the same par, their human ages were far apart. He was old enough to be her father. Oh...wait.
"I've come to talk. I'm sorry. Just...well, I guess 10 years isn't all that much anymore. But still. It was wrong of me to ignore you for all that time. When you've had the answers all along."
Her eyes were sad, and she took a breath to continue her speech. It was planned in her head already, and mostly revolved around guilt. However Severus stopped her by placing one of his long and slender fingers across her soft lips. It shushed her alright.
"Don't apologize. You're still a young fledgling. I never expected to turn anyone. Ever. However circumstances as they were...well...anyway. What would you like to know."
"You mean you're just going to let me go that easily. No snarky remarks. No reprimands. No subtracting of house points."
The last part Hermione said with a smile, and for once, Severus smiled back. It was a full smile, and she could see his fangs just from the sides of his mouth. It turned into laughter on his part, which caused Hermione to laugh at the fact that Severus could even laugh.
"No, my child. Not in this matter. As a race, vampires are always much more dramatic than our human counterparts. I knew that your search for knowledge would bring you to me eventually. Answers you couldn't find in textbooks."
"Well. I guess you're right. I know that I felt your tragedy, but first, I'd love to know what happened to you. And I guess in some ways, what your thought process was when you decided my fate."
"One of those talks. Guess it's only right. Very well. I'm not to comfortable with doing this here, if you don't mind. We'll go to my rooms."
In her wildest dreams, Hermione never thought she would see the inside of Severus' living quarters. She wondered if it would be cold and dark, considering he was a vampire, and it was the dungeons. She for one (at least she thought) was the antithesis of a vampire. Loving the open air and the sun. Totally wrong for her state. She nodded to Severus and followed him as he went through his office adjacent to the classroom, then towards a long hall in the dungeons until they reached a candelabra on the wall. Severus preceded to light the three candles with the tip of his wand, and the wall opened to reveal his rooms.
Why was she doing this? Oh yes. To get answers. Not to mention her school-girl crush. Which was just multiplied by weird even more since he was, technically, her 'father'. She hadn't spoken to her parents since she was turned. She didn't want them to be shocked by their daughter. So her isolation from family made her depend on her friends. Which were wrapped up in their own lives. At least Severus never seemed to have a life. Duty to Dumbledore and the Order made him secluded. From himself and others. She knew. She had seen it.
Her hand in a fist, and ready to knock on the potion room door, she realized that this was harder than she thought. He should hear her. Although he could not read her mind since she was his fledgling, his enhanced senses should have told him that she was standing there. After all, they had only met hours before, and her smell should still be familiar to him.
Knocking was overrated, especially for vampires, she decided finally. Besides, if he was in a compromising situation, it wouldn't be anything she wasn't familiar with. Boldly, and with courage, she opened the door, to see the Professor sitting at the desk going through some papers. To her surprise he didn't look a day older than 25. Doing quick math, he should be technically twice that, being born in 1959. It made her breath shudder. For once, she found herself attracted not only to the man's intellect, but his looks. When he came to her apartment he looked as he should, around 50. Perhaps that was an attempt at not scaring her.
His ears did pick up on something, but when the door opened, his head snapped up to see Hermione standing there. She looked more shy and vulnerable than ever, although she could snap anyone's neck with almost no excess force. It was a shame she never came to her for lessons of how to use her vampiric power. Perhaps now she had come to her senses. Since she seemed in such shock, he felt his cheek with one finger to find it smooth and flawless. Damn. His glamour charms were down. Anyone left in the castle at this point knew about his state, so there was no point in hiding himself. Poor Hermione, he thought. It was a shame that this would be the manner of their reintroduction.
"Come in from the door. Sit. Would you like a meal?"
Drink would be too obvious and food would just remind her of the lack of taste it brought. But blood was so much better than that. At least he thought so. A meal would imply the sustenance that the blood gave.
"No, thank you."
She was silent compared to her normal self. Over her years in school she learned that one needs to speak up for oneself when one wants something. All she wanted was answers. Or more, advice.
"Why have you come to my office on a day such as this?"
He was trying to be kind to her. Really, he was. But his patience was running thin. After all, she had just told him a few hours before to leave her apartment, and acted like she never wanted to see him again. Perhaps it was the shock of seeing him like this. Like he's supposed to be. In this state, he was only a few years older than she was. Although their mental ages might also be on the same par, their human ages were far apart. He was old enough to be her father. Oh...wait.
"I've come to talk. I'm sorry. Just...well, I guess 10 years isn't all that much anymore. But still. It was wrong of me to ignore you for all that time. When you've had the answers all along."
Her eyes were sad, and she took a breath to continue her speech. It was planned in her head already, and mostly revolved around guilt. However Severus stopped her by placing one of his long and slender fingers across her soft lips. It shushed her alright.
"Don't apologize. You're still a young fledgling. I never expected to turn anyone. Ever. However circumstances as they were...well...anyway. What would you like to know."
"You mean you're just going to let me go that easily. No snarky remarks. No reprimands. No subtracting of house points."
The last part Hermione said with a smile, and for once, Severus smiled back. It was a full smile, and she could see his fangs just from the sides of his mouth. It turned into laughter on his part, which caused Hermione to laugh at the fact that Severus could even laugh.
"No, my child. Not in this matter. As a race, vampires are always much more dramatic than our human counterparts. I knew that your search for knowledge would bring you to me eventually. Answers you couldn't find in textbooks."
"Well. I guess you're right. I know that I felt your tragedy, but first, I'd love to know what happened to you. And I guess in some ways, what your thought process was when you decided my fate."
"One of those talks. Guess it's only right. Very well. I'm not to comfortable with doing this here, if you don't mind. We'll go to my rooms."
In her wildest dreams, Hermione never thought she would see the inside of Severus' living quarters. She wondered if it would be cold and dark, considering he was a vampire, and it was the dungeons. She for one (at least she thought) was the antithesis of a vampire. Loving the open air and the sun. Totally wrong for her state. She nodded to Severus and followed him as he went through his office adjacent to the classroom, then towards a long hall in the dungeons until they reached a candelabra on the wall. Severus preceded to light the three candles with the tip of his wand, and the wall opened to reveal his rooms.