10 Years After
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Chapter 6
10 Years After
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
Corforinu, Greece: March 29, 2008, morning; Hermione’s Villa.
Hermione sat at the dressing table and brushed out her long hair. She smiled as she thought about the day before. A day spent with Severus, touring the wizarding museum, poring over ancient mediwizardry texts in a secret library that Severus had access to, and just talking. She had never talked so much with someone who understood her. Severus not only accepted her interests, he encouraged them, challenging her to go further in her study of the werewolf/vampiric connection. The day ended with a romantic dinner for two on the beach and a deep kiss goodnight before Severus left for his own villa. Hermione understood. They had slept together, indeed they had amazing sex together, but this was to be different. Severus was courting her, she realized. She had learned a great deal about Severus during the day they spent together. She discovered that he was a man of deep convictions and a man of principle. While part of him hadn’t cared that he slept with another man’s wife in New York, there was a bigger part of him that did care. A part of him that felt bad about the situation. He told her that he didn’t want to be the cause of Hermione’s marriage ending. Hermione had taken his hand, looked deep into his eyes and let him know that he was more a symptom of the end of her marriage than the cause. If she had been happy, if she had been truly satisfied, she wouldn’t have slept with him.
Severus accepted this with a curt nod and changed the subject from Harry and Hermione’s marriage to the possibility that Minerva McGonagall had a fling with Hagrid. Hermione was reasonably sure that Severus had been pulling her leg, but the mental image it left was indelible. She shuddered as she put down her hairbrush. She quickly dressed in a flowing sand colored gauze skirt and matching blouse, slipped into a pair of sandals, and used a quick makeup charm on her lips and eyes. She grabbed a book she had borrowed from the secret library (Severus had told her that she needed to return the book that day or risk becoming a slave to some ancient Greek order of wizards. Again, Hermione was reasonably certain he was pulling her leg, but with the dark brooding man, who knew?), and breezed out the door to meet Severus at Cosimo’s for breakfast.
Severus sat at the table reading a parchment he had received by owl when he was joined by Hermione. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up into her beautiful brown eyes. She kissed him lightly on the lips and slipped into her chair. She motioned to the parchment.
“Bad news?” she asked.
“I’ve requested to extend my holiday for a few days.”
“And?” she asked, a look of hope in her eyes.
“Albus said it was no problem. I think he was a bit surprised, to be honest.”
“I can imagine. When was the last holiday you took?”
“Come to think of it, I don’t recall ever actually taking a complete holiday, much less one that will get me back to Hogwarts a day late.”
“You’re staying for my entire holiday?”
“Is that a problem? I can go back if it is…”
“Don’t you dare. I was so not looking forward to you leaving tomorrow.”
Severus smiled at her, “I was a little worried,” he admitted.
“Don’t be. So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Breakfast and another museum? Have you seen the ruins of the Tempus Library?”
“No, I haven’t. I thought they were a legend.”
“Far from a legend, Hermione. They exist.”
“Is there anything you don’t know, Severus?” asked Hermione with a glint in her eye.
“One or two things,” he replied, looking down at the table.
“Like what?” asked Hermione playfully.
“Like how you feel about me,” he mumbled.
Hermione looked at him, a little surprised by how emotionally fragile he sometimes appeared to be. She was accustomed to the dark sarcasm and biting comments delivered in a smooth, dangerous, silky voice. She was accustomed to him being a bit of a bastard. This side, the vulnerable side was seemingly out of character for Severus Snape. Yet did she ever really know his character? She certainly didn’t when she was in school. She saw a little of it during the final battle, when he almost died protecting her and Harry. Looking into his eyes, she realized that by simply being here with her, he was risking a piece of himself. She hoped that it was a piece of his heart that he was risking. That would make them even.
Hermione pondered his last statement, unsure of what to say. Instead of words, she decided to let actions speak for themselves. She reached her arms across the small café table and wrapped them around his neck, pulling his head to hers. She brushed her lips against his, first gently, then with more insistence as she deepened the kiss. She drank from this brilliant and beautiful man until she was sated, knowing that the satiation was merely temporary. The one thing she had realized from spending the time in New York and the time on this island with Severus was that she could not get enough of all that he was. In his arms she had acceptance. Hermione Granger-Potter was expected to be a good Quidditch wife. She was expected to adore and idolize her famous husband. She was expected to put all that she truly was on the backburner in a show of support and devotion for Harry. But when was it her turn? When would she be allowed to shine? She had her brief moment in the sun in New York, when all the applause was for her, when her accomplishments took center stage. Yet Haradn’adn’t been there. He mentioned that he felt out of place in the academic environment. He wasn’t there to see world famous mediwizards stand up and acknowledge her work. But someone else was. She remembered the look in one man’s eyes when she finished her presentation. Shmembmembered how he stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. She remembered the smile in his eyes, the look of something else…
“Severus,” she said hesitatingly, “in New York, when I finished my presentation, I looked at you. There was pride in your eyes. Why?”
“I was proud of you,” he answered simply, “I was proud of your accomplishments, of the woman you’d become, of your potential. I was proud to have been a part of your academic life, even if it was as it was.”
“You never made potions easy for me,” she said, smiling.
“I never intended to,” he stated, “I saw your brilliance. It was my duty as your professor to challenge you, to make you tougher than you dreamed you’d have to be. It was my duty to show you that it was never easy, that the world would attempt to bring you down over and over again. Perhaps I could have handled it better, but I was a different man then. And yes, your friendship with Potter bothered me. I was afraid you would end up married to him, or worse, to Weasley, and settle into the domestic role of wife and mother, forgoing all that you could be.”
“You cared.”
“In my own way, yes.”
“Wow.”
“Very profound, Miss Granger,” Severus said with a small smile.
“You’re not the man you once were, Professor Snape.”
“Gods, I hope not. I have been working on my anger management skills.”
Hermione laughed and pulled him to her again, kissing him deeply. She reluctantly pulled away, staring deep into his dark eyes.
“Can you do me a huge favor, Severus?”
“What might that be?”
“Stop being so damned chivalrous and take me to bed.”
“Now? It’s only 9:30 in the morning.”
“I wasn’t aware there was a proper timetable for desire.”
“Well, you know, there are social mores…”
“Like you’ve ever given a damn about anything social, you antisocial git.”
“Do stop, Miss Granger, your words are having an effect on my nether regions.”
“You are such a jackass,” she replied, laughing, as she got up from her chair and tugged at his arm impatiently, “I want you in so many ways…right now.”
“I can’t imagine Cosimo would be too thrilled if we threw our inhibitions to the wind on his best table,” said Severus, arching an eyebrow and grinning at her.
Hermione leaned into him and whispered, “Right now, I’m all sorts of aroused and I want your mouth on every part of me that is either hard, wet, or quivering.”
Severus leapt to his feet as Hermione pulled him out of the café, past the laughing owner, who once again put the meal on Severus’ tab.
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
Corforinu, Greece: March 29, 2008, morning; Hermione’s Villa.
Hermione sat at the dressing table and brushed out her long hair. She smiled as she thought about the day before. A day spent with Severus, touring the wizarding museum, poring over ancient mediwizardry texts in a secret library that Severus had access to, and just talking. She had never talked so much with someone who understood her. Severus not only accepted her interests, he encouraged them, challenging her to go further in her study of the werewolf/vampiric connection. The day ended with a romantic dinner for two on the beach and a deep kiss goodnight before Severus left for his own villa. Hermione understood. They had slept together, indeed they had amazing sex together, but this was to be different. Severus was courting her, she realized. She had learned a great deal about Severus during the day they spent together. She discovered that he was a man of deep convictions and a man of principle. While part of him hadn’t cared that he slept with another man’s wife in New York, there was a bigger part of him that did care. A part of him that felt bad about the situation. He told her that he didn’t want to be the cause of Hermione’s marriage ending. Hermione had taken his hand, looked deep into his eyes and let him know that he was more a symptom of the end of her marriage than the cause. If she had been happy, if she had been truly satisfied, she wouldn’t have slept with him.
Severus accepted this with a curt nod and changed the subject from Harry and Hermione’s marriage to the possibility that Minerva McGonagall had a fling with Hagrid. Hermione was reasonably sure that Severus had been pulling her leg, but the mental image it left was indelible. She shuddered as she put down her hairbrush. She quickly dressed in a flowing sand colored gauze skirt and matching blouse, slipped into a pair of sandals, and used a quick makeup charm on her lips and eyes. She grabbed a book she had borrowed from the secret library (Severus had told her that she needed to return the book that day or risk becoming a slave to some ancient Greek order of wizards. Again, Hermione was reasonably certain he was pulling her leg, but with the dark brooding man, who knew?), and breezed out the door to meet Severus at Cosimo’s for breakfast.
Severus sat at the table reading a parchment he had received by owl when he was joined by Hermione. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up into her beautiful brown eyes. She kissed him lightly on the lips and slipped into her chair. She motioned to the parchment.
“Bad news?” she asked.
“I’ve requested to extend my holiday for a few days.”
“And?” she asked, a look of hope in her eyes.
“Albus said it was no problem. I think he was a bit surprised, to be honest.”
“I can imagine. When was the last holiday you took?”
“Come to think of it, I don’t recall ever actually taking a complete holiday, much less one that will get me back to Hogwarts a day late.”
“You’re staying for my entire holiday?”
“Is that a problem? I can go back if it is…”
“Don’t you dare. I was so not looking forward to you leaving tomorrow.”
Severus smiled at her, “I was a little worried,” he admitted.
“Don’t be. So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Breakfast and another museum? Have you seen the ruins of the Tempus Library?”
“No, I haven’t. I thought they were a legend.”
“Far from a legend, Hermione. They exist.”
“Is there anything you don’t know, Severus?” asked Hermione with a glint in her eye.
“One or two things,” he replied, looking down at the table.
“Like what?” asked Hermione playfully.
“Like how you feel about me,” he mumbled.
Hermione looked at him, a little surprised by how emotionally fragile he sometimes appeared to be. She was accustomed to the dark sarcasm and biting comments delivered in a smooth, dangerous, silky voice. She was accustomed to him being a bit of a bastard. This side, the vulnerable side was seemingly out of character for Severus Snape. Yet did she ever really know his character? She certainly didn’t when she was in school. She saw a little of it during the final battle, when he almost died protecting her and Harry. Looking into his eyes, she realized that by simply being here with her, he was risking a piece of himself. She hoped that it was a piece of his heart that he was risking. That would make them even.
Hermione pondered his last statement, unsure of what to say. Instead of words, she decided to let actions speak for themselves. She reached her arms across the small café table and wrapped them around his neck, pulling his head to hers. She brushed her lips against his, first gently, then with more insistence as she deepened the kiss. She drank from this brilliant and beautiful man until she was sated, knowing that the satiation was merely temporary. The one thing she had realized from spending the time in New York and the time on this island with Severus was that she could not get enough of all that he was. In his arms she had acceptance. Hermione Granger-Potter was expected to be a good Quidditch wife. She was expected to adore and idolize her famous husband. She was expected to put all that she truly was on the backburner in a show of support and devotion for Harry. But when was it her turn? When would she be allowed to shine? She had her brief moment in the sun in New York, when all the applause was for her, when her accomplishments took center stage. Yet Haradn’adn’t been there. He mentioned that he felt out of place in the academic environment. He wasn’t there to see world famous mediwizards stand up and acknowledge her work. But someone else was. She remembered the look in one man’s eyes when she finished her presentation. Shmembmembered how he stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. She remembered the smile in his eyes, the look of something else…
“Severus,” she said hesitatingly, “in New York, when I finished my presentation, I looked at you. There was pride in your eyes. Why?”
“I was proud of you,” he answered simply, “I was proud of your accomplishments, of the woman you’d become, of your potential. I was proud to have been a part of your academic life, even if it was as it was.”
“You never made potions easy for me,” she said, smiling.
“I never intended to,” he stated, “I saw your brilliance. It was my duty as your professor to challenge you, to make you tougher than you dreamed you’d have to be. It was my duty to show you that it was never easy, that the world would attempt to bring you down over and over again. Perhaps I could have handled it better, but I was a different man then. And yes, your friendship with Potter bothered me. I was afraid you would end up married to him, or worse, to Weasley, and settle into the domestic role of wife and mother, forgoing all that you could be.”
“You cared.”
“In my own way, yes.”
“Wow.”
“Very profound, Miss Granger,” Severus said with a small smile.
“You’re not the man you once were, Professor Snape.”
“Gods, I hope not. I have been working on my anger management skills.”
Hermione laughed and pulled him to her again, kissing him deeply. She reluctantly pulled away, staring deep into his dark eyes.
“Can you do me a huge favor, Severus?”
“What might that be?”
“Stop being so damned chivalrous and take me to bed.”
“Now? It’s only 9:30 in the morning.”
“I wasn’t aware there was a proper timetable for desire.”
“Well, you know, there are social mores…”
“Like you’ve ever given a damn about anything social, you antisocial git.”
“Do stop, Miss Granger, your words are having an effect on my nether regions.”
“You are such a jackass,” she replied, laughing, as she got up from her chair and tugged at his arm impatiently, “I want you in so many ways…right now.”
“I can’t imagine Cosimo would be too thrilled if we threw our inhibitions to the wind on his best table,” said Severus, arching an eyebrow and grinning at her.
Hermione leaned into him and whispered, “Right now, I’m all sorts of aroused and I want your mouth on every part of me that is either hard, wet, or quivering.”
Severus leapt to his feet as Hermione pulled him out of the café, past the laughing owner, who once again put the meal on Severus’ tab.