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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
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8,777
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41
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The Beginning
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***
The Beginning
“Come in, come in,” Bill said, as he opened the door to Harry.
“You knew that I was coming over?” he asked as he walked into the room.
“Snape flooed me to let me know that you were on the way over,” Bill murmured as he went to the chair he had been sitting in before his friend arrived. “Told me to tell you everything I knew and whom to send you to next.”
“Why did Hermione kill Lupin…?”
“Wait a minute, mate!” Bill stopped him. “I don’t know what happened, but I can say that it had to be something very bad for her to have done it.”
“Then why did Snape send me to you?”
Harry watched as Ron’s eldest brother looked at the fire playing in the hearth in front of him. The light danced over his scar covered face. His fingers were restless as he stared.
“What I’m about to tell you took place well over eight years ago,” Bill told him as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He offered one to Harry, but he turned it down. He lit his own, blowing out a stream of smoke. “A meeting was called. Professor Dumbledore called the meeting. Snape, Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Shacklebolt, my brother Charlie, myself, and Albus of course, were all there.” He took a deep pull on the cigarette. “He arranged the meeting two weeks before his death. Decisions had to be made. Difficult choices he said, but just how difficult we wouldn’t know until much later.” His hand began to shake as the memories came to him. “What he told us at that meeting would effect what would happen for years.” He looked at Harry, his blue eyes haunted. “Even to this very day.”
“What decisions?” he asked, knowing that what they were talking about more than likely had to do with him and the war.
“Go to the pensive on the bed stand behind us,” Bill whispered. “The meeting is there. I need…” He stood up. “I need some air.”
***
Severus sat in the dark, fire whiskey in his hand and unwanted memories lingering in his mind. He took a sip of the drink just as the door behind him opened. Snape froze in his chair and waited. A moment later a sleep tousled Hermione slipped into his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. He felt as her fingers combed through his hair as her breathing became slower and steadier.
“What are you doing out of the medical wing, my sweet?” he cooed, as he caressed her waist and hip.
“My Severus,” she sighed, rubbing her face against his shoulder and fell back to sleep into her drug induced slumber.
Setting aside the drink he held Hermione, grateful that she had been able to find him. He snorted to himself. Of course she found him. She always did manage to do so. Even under the worst of circumstances she had not only found him, but also saved his sorry hide.
The door opened and Bill Weasley joined them in the room. At first the eldest Weasley son had been shocked to see her there. But the shock wore off when he recalled just who he was looking at.
“Found you again did she?” Bill asked, humor lighting his tones.
“I gave her the Dreamless Sleep personally this time,” Snape muttered. “One of these days she must tell me how she does it.”
“Why not just let it be?” Bill suggested to him. “We have bigger problems at the moment.”
“What?” Snape asked, his voice cool.
“Giving him the answers doesn’t mean a thing and you know it,” he muttered. “Why are we doing this? Give me one good reason why we should tell him anything that happened behind his back during the war.”
“Because it has gone from him wanting to know to him needing to know,” Snape told him. “Potter has been taking out his anger on Hermione long enough.” He stood up and carried her over to the bed, tucking her in with assurances that he would be joining her soon. He stood up and looked over to Bill. “It was only a matter of time.”
“But…”
“Whom are we protecting by not telling him the truth? The war is over, William. It’s long past time to bury our dead, do you not think?”
Bill rocked on his feet for a moment before whispering, “How much do you want me to tell him?”
“Just the meeting,” he told him. “You weren’t involved later as much as the others were thanks to your assignment with Lupin.”
Bill nodded slowly. “I best get back. I’ll let him know to go to Shacklebolt next.”
Snape nodded and watched as the other man went over to Hermione. He kissed her forehead whispering, “Get well, brat.”
Once he left, Snape set up his wards and got ready for bed. Quietly he slipped under the blankets and waited. Seconds later Hermione was lying on top of him, her face nuzzled against his throat.
“Hmm, my Severus,” she purred against his ear.
His hand slipped between her thighs as he growled softly, “My Hermione.”
***
The Beginning
“Come in, come in,” Bill said, as he opened the door to Harry.
“You knew that I was coming over?” he asked as he walked into the room.
“Snape flooed me to let me know that you were on the way over,” Bill murmured as he went to the chair he had been sitting in before his friend arrived. “Told me to tell you everything I knew and whom to send you to next.”
“Why did Hermione kill Lupin…?”
“Wait a minute, mate!” Bill stopped him. “I don’t know what happened, but I can say that it had to be something very bad for her to have done it.”
“Then why did Snape send me to you?”
Harry watched as Ron’s eldest brother looked at the fire playing in the hearth in front of him. The light danced over his scar covered face. His fingers were restless as he stared.
“What I’m about to tell you took place well over eight years ago,” Bill told him as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He offered one to Harry, but he turned it down. He lit his own, blowing out a stream of smoke. “A meeting was called. Professor Dumbledore called the meeting. Snape, Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Shacklebolt, my brother Charlie, myself, and Albus of course, were all there.” He took a deep pull on the cigarette. “He arranged the meeting two weeks before his death. Decisions had to be made. Difficult choices he said, but just how difficult we wouldn’t know until much later.” His hand began to shake as the memories came to him. “What he told us at that meeting would effect what would happen for years.” He looked at Harry, his blue eyes haunted. “Even to this very day.”
“What decisions?” he asked, knowing that what they were talking about more than likely had to do with him and the war.
“Go to the pensive on the bed stand behind us,” Bill whispered. “The meeting is there. I need…” He stood up. “I need some air.”
***
Severus sat in the dark, fire whiskey in his hand and unwanted memories lingering in his mind. He took a sip of the drink just as the door behind him opened. Snape froze in his chair and waited. A moment later a sleep tousled Hermione slipped into his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. He felt as her fingers combed through his hair as her breathing became slower and steadier.
“What are you doing out of the medical wing, my sweet?” he cooed, as he caressed her waist and hip.
“My Severus,” she sighed, rubbing her face against his shoulder and fell back to sleep into her drug induced slumber.
Setting aside the drink he held Hermione, grateful that she had been able to find him. He snorted to himself. Of course she found him. She always did manage to do so. Even under the worst of circumstances she had not only found him, but also saved his sorry hide.
The door opened and Bill Weasley joined them in the room. At first the eldest Weasley son had been shocked to see her there. But the shock wore off when he recalled just who he was looking at.
“Found you again did she?” Bill asked, humor lighting his tones.
“I gave her the Dreamless Sleep personally this time,” Snape muttered. “One of these days she must tell me how she does it.”
“Why not just let it be?” Bill suggested to him. “We have bigger problems at the moment.”
“What?” Snape asked, his voice cool.
“Giving him the answers doesn’t mean a thing and you know it,” he muttered. “Why are we doing this? Give me one good reason why we should tell him anything that happened behind his back during the war.”
“Because it has gone from him wanting to know to him needing to know,” Snape told him. “Potter has been taking out his anger on Hermione long enough.” He stood up and carried her over to the bed, tucking her in with assurances that he would be joining her soon. He stood up and looked over to Bill. “It was only a matter of time.”
“But…”
“Whom are we protecting by not telling him the truth? The war is over, William. It’s long past time to bury our dead, do you not think?”
Bill rocked on his feet for a moment before whispering, “How much do you want me to tell him?”
“Just the meeting,” he told him. “You weren’t involved later as much as the others were thanks to your assignment with Lupin.”
Bill nodded slowly. “I best get back. I’ll let him know to go to Shacklebolt next.”
Snape nodded and watched as the other man went over to Hermione. He kissed her forehead whispering, “Get well, brat.”
Once he left, Snape set up his wards and got ready for bed. Quietly he slipped under the blankets and waited. Seconds later Hermione was lying on top of him, her face nuzzled against his throat.
“Hmm, my Severus,” she purred against his ear.
His hand slipped between her thighs as he growled softly, “My Hermione.”