Melancholy Affection
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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9,843
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40
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The morning after
Author's Note: Thanks to all my lovely reviewers. I'm glad you're enjoying this. I just couldn't resist the idea of Severus being teh half-naked chef... isn't that just a yummy mental pic! Keep reviewing!! Ta ta
As Hermione slept, Severus thought. She obviously lusted after him, but he was not the lovable type. She might have wanted his body, but the likelihood of her wanting him permanently in her life was very small, her greasy, pale, evil, hook nosed ex-professor? He looked at the lovely sleeping form beside him, stroking her chestnut curls. Hermione, the girl who he had made cower in fear during his potions classes at Hogwarts, had actively sought him out and filled his dreams with erotic thoughts. Then she had willingly come to him and let him have his way with her. She wriggled against him in her sleep, pulling him closer to her.
Severus got out of bed. There were things in his past too horrible for her to know about, and he felt sure that sooner or later she would find out about it. He should have known better than to hope for any sort of happiness. The evening had been magical, but Severus wasn’t sure if he wanted to let her in to his innermost depths. She was naïve, seeking out the darkness and trying to entwine herself in it. He would cook her breakfast and talk to her. If she truly understood, he would consider a real relationship. The last thing he wanted was for her to become some sort of fuck buddy, there at his beck and call, but not getting anything from him, other than sex. He would talk to her. The sun was just coming up anyway.
With a wave of his wand, he dressed himself in his silk pyjama trousers and padded on bare feet through to the other room, where there was a small stove, a table and chairs. He began to conjour up the ingredients he would need. He would do this the Muggle way, it was always more romantic to cook a meal for your lover anyway.
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Hermione felt him slip into her mind just as she woke. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Good morning my sweet. Would you care for some breakfast?
She smiled. Sneaky thing! He had been waiting for her to wake up. She reached for the nearest garment, which was Severus’ pyjama top, and pulled it on, doing up three buttons. Enough, she hoped, to be decent, but give him a good view down her cleavage. She wandered through to the other room, where she found Severus stood at the small stove, naked apart from his pyjama trousers, cooking. She smiled, taking in his beautifully muscled body and the way that his dark hair flopped gracefully into his dark eyes. She leaned against the door frame.
“Good morning Severus.”
He turned and looked at her, before levitating the pan from the stove and a spoon began scooping scrambled eggs onto thick slices of toast on two plates. Two cups awaited them, one full of black coffee, the other with steaming tea. He smiled,
“I assumed you were more of a tea person!”
Hermione took her seat at the table and took a sip of the tea. It was perfect, like he knew exactly what it was that she liked. He cooked like he made love. She had always fancied Severus, she just hadn’t realised what kind of man he could truly be.
He took the seat opposite her and picked up his coffee, blowing at it to cool it, the sipping at it, never taking his eyes from her. Slowly he put his cup down and took one of Hermione’s hands.
“Hermione, there is something that you and I need to talk about.” Hermione put her cup down and took his other hand with hers. Severus sighed and looked down,
“Last night was perfect, it was just as I had imagined it and you have become the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but you do not know what kind of man I am. I have done terrible things in my past and there is a part of me that is so hideous that I have spent these last years trying to kill that part of me and bury it along with my Death Eater’s robes. I still bear the Dark Mark, and I am always going to be a dark person…” his voice tailed off. Hermione squeezed his hand.
“Minerva told me everything, Severus, she told me all about your youth, about how your father beat you and your mother could not protect you. I know.” She smiled at him, “and, Severus, I just don’t care. You are not that man any longer, and Voldemort no longer threatens the wizarding world. You can kill what you once were and become a new man.”
Severus looked at her with trepidation. Not sure if she knew what she was talking about. Minerva McGonagall had known him since he was a boy, knew all about what he had done through Dumbledore, and had been there the night that he had come to the Headmaster, begging for a chance to make amends for his mistakes. He wondered just how much she had told Hermione.
As Hermione slept, Severus thought. She obviously lusted after him, but he was not the lovable type. She might have wanted his body, but the likelihood of her wanting him permanently in her life was very small, her greasy, pale, evil, hook nosed ex-professor? He looked at the lovely sleeping form beside him, stroking her chestnut curls. Hermione, the girl who he had made cower in fear during his potions classes at Hogwarts, had actively sought him out and filled his dreams with erotic thoughts. Then she had willingly come to him and let him have his way with her. She wriggled against him in her sleep, pulling him closer to her.
Severus got out of bed. There were things in his past too horrible for her to know about, and he felt sure that sooner or later she would find out about it. He should have known better than to hope for any sort of happiness. The evening had been magical, but Severus wasn’t sure if he wanted to let her in to his innermost depths. She was naïve, seeking out the darkness and trying to entwine herself in it. He would cook her breakfast and talk to her. If she truly understood, he would consider a real relationship. The last thing he wanted was for her to become some sort of fuck buddy, there at his beck and call, but not getting anything from him, other than sex. He would talk to her. The sun was just coming up anyway.
With a wave of his wand, he dressed himself in his silk pyjama trousers and padded on bare feet through to the other room, where there was a small stove, a table and chairs. He began to conjour up the ingredients he would need. He would do this the Muggle way, it was always more romantic to cook a meal for your lover anyway.
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Hermione felt him slip into her mind just as she woke. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Good morning my sweet. Would you care for some breakfast?
She smiled. Sneaky thing! He had been waiting for her to wake up. She reached for the nearest garment, which was Severus’ pyjama top, and pulled it on, doing up three buttons. Enough, she hoped, to be decent, but give him a good view down her cleavage. She wandered through to the other room, where she found Severus stood at the small stove, naked apart from his pyjama trousers, cooking. She smiled, taking in his beautifully muscled body and the way that his dark hair flopped gracefully into his dark eyes. She leaned against the door frame.
“Good morning Severus.”
He turned and looked at her, before levitating the pan from the stove and a spoon began scooping scrambled eggs onto thick slices of toast on two plates. Two cups awaited them, one full of black coffee, the other with steaming tea. He smiled,
“I assumed you were more of a tea person!”
Hermione took her seat at the table and took a sip of the tea. It was perfect, like he knew exactly what it was that she liked. He cooked like he made love. She had always fancied Severus, she just hadn’t realised what kind of man he could truly be.
He took the seat opposite her and picked up his coffee, blowing at it to cool it, the sipping at it, never taking his eyes from her. Slowly he put his cup down and took one of Hermione’s hands.
“Hermione, there is something that you and I need to talk about.” Hermione put her cup down and took his other hand with hers. Severus sighed and looked down,
“Last night was perfect, it was just as I had imagined it and you have become the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but you do not know what kind of man I am. I have done terrible things in my past and there is a part of me that is so hideous that I have spent these last years trying to kill that part of me and bury it along with my Death Eater’s robes. I still bear the Dark Mark, and I am always going to be a dark person…” his voice tailed off. Hermione squeezed his hand.
“Minerva told me everything, Severus, she told me all about your youth, about how your father beat you and your mother could not protect you. I know.” She smiled at him, “and, Severus, I just don’t care. You are not that man any longer, and Voldemort no longer threatens the wizarding world. You can kill what you once were and become a new man.”
Severus looked at her with trepidation. Not sure if she knew what she was talking about. Minerva McGonagall had known him since he was a boy, knew all about what he had done through Dumbledore, and had been there the night that he had come to the Headmaster, begging for a chance to make amends for his mistakes. He wondered just how much she had told Hermione.