I Will Always Love You
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Don't Call It Love
6.Don't Call It Love
'Don't call it Love,
Heavens Above.
We got a better thing...'
Dolly Parton.
Hermione was pacing the floor again. Severus sighed with exasperation and put his cauldron down with a loud clang.
'Hermione,' he said firmly. 'Either stand still or sit down, but for fucks' sake stop pacing!'
'I can't help it,' she snapped back at him. 'I've been wanting to tell Harry and Ginny the truth about us for so long and now it's finally happening, I just don't know if I can get the words out.'
Severus glared at her and put down his stirring rod. His lips were set in a thin line and the vein in his neck was starting to pulse. Without another word, he walked out of the lab.They had been discreetly sharing Hermione's rooms for some time, but Severus changed his direction and headed to his own quarters. He needed to think.
There had been a few pointed comments after their public display of affection on the night of the Ministry Ball, but they had agreed, for the sake of their sanity, to laugh it off as a one-night fling that meant nothing. It had given them the time and privacy they had needed to nurture their feelings for each other, without interference from the other staff members or Hermione's friends. Since they had become more seriously involved, hwoever, Hermione had been all the more keen to let her friends in on the secret. She hated fobbing them off, she said. It felt dishonest, she said. Severus didn't give a shit who knew, he said. He was proud to be with her, but he knew the impact on Hermione would be greater. Why would anyone want to be associated with him, anyway? And now, it would seem she was having second thoughts about telling them. He couldn't blame her for being embarrassed but it hurt him all the same.
A dark cloud settled over him as his entered his old sitting room. It was cold through lack of use and a layer of dust was starting to gather over all of the furniture. He kicked the leg of the low couch in frustration and summoned his Firewhiskey to him. He didn't get to taste it, however, because the bottle and glass were 'Accio'd' out of his hand by a very angry looking Hermione Granger.
'Now what?' she demanded, placing the decanter down on the table by the fire.
Severus ignored her and folded his arms, staring at some point over her shoulder.
'Don't you start that with me, Severus Snape,' Hermione hissed. She walked towards him with one hand on her hip, the other holding her wand and trembling slightly. 'I will not tolerate your sulking, as you well know. You will tell me eventually anyway, so why don't we cut to the chase and you tell me what's got up your arse this time?' Hermione was standing inches from Severus's chest and little sparks of magic were starting to crackle in the air around her.
Severus stared at her for a moment, knowing that she was right and being slightly scared at this sudden display. Her magic was not under her full control, and he didn't care to think what might happen if he didn't just 'fess up. Sighing, he dropped his arms to his sides resignedly and sank onto the sofa behind him. Leaning forward, Severus hung his head in his hands.
'You don't need to tell them if you don't want to, Hermione. We could just continue as we are,' he said softly.
Hermione lowered her wand slowly as his words sunk in.
'Don't you want me to tell them, then?' she asked him, sounding confused.
'I don't care who knows. I'm so happy with you, at times it feels like someone else's life. But I understand if you're embarrassed. We can just keep it quiet, if you think it wuld be easier.' Severus closed his eyes and leaned back against the saggy cushion. He felt Hermione sit beside him, and as he opened his eyes, he realised she was crying soft, silent tears.
'Severus,' she whispered, 'I can't believe you thought I was embarrassed to tell them.'
'Aren't you?' he asked, a little perplexed.
'No, not at all. Quite the opposite, actually. I just think that to tell them that I love you, well..' Hermione paused. 'It doesn't quite describe what we have, does it? It just doesn't seem enough, somehow.' She smiled softly at him.
Severus felt his heart lurch into her throat. He smiled at Hermione and took her hand in his. 'No, it's not enough at all,' he murmured.
'Don't call it Love,
Heavens Above.
We got a better thing...'
Dolly Parton.
Hermione was pacing the floor again. Severus sighed with exasperation and put his cauldron down with a loud clang.
'Hermione,' he said firmly. 'Either stand still or sit down, but for fucks' sake stop pacing!'
'I can't help it,' she snapped back at him. 'I've been wanting to tell Harry and Ginny the truth about us for so long and now it's finally happening, I just don't know if I can get the words out.'
Severus glared at her and put down his stirring rod. His lips were set in a thin line and the vein in his neck was starting to pulse. Without another word, he walked out of the lab.They had been discreetly sharing Hermione's rooms for some time, but Severus changed his direction and headed to his own quarters. He needed to think.
There had been a few pointed comments after their public display of affection on the night of the Ministry Ball, but they had agreed, for the sake of their sanity, to laugh it off as a one-night fling that meant nothing. It had given them the time and privacy they had needed to nurture their feelings for each other, without interference from the other staff members or Hermione's friends. Since they had become more seriously involved, hwoever, Hermione had been all the more keen to let her friends in on the secret. She hated fobbing them off, she said. It felt dishonest, she said. Severus didn't give a shit who knew, he said. He was proud to be with her, but he knew the impact on Hermione would be greater. Why would anyone want to be associated with him, anyway? And now, it would seem she was having second thoughts about telling them. He couldn't blame her for being embarrassed but it hurt him all the same.
A dark cloud settled over him as his entered his old sitting room. It was cold through lack of use and a layer of dust was starting to gather over all of the furniture. He kicked the leg of the low couch in frustration and summoned his Firewhiskey to him. He didn't get to taste it, however, because the bottle and glass were 'Accio'd' out of his hand by a very angry looking Hermione Granger.
'Now what?' she demanded, placing the decanter down on the table by the fire.
Severus ignored her and folded his arms, staring at some point over her shoulder.
'Don't you start that with me, Severus Snape,' Hermione hissed. She walked towards him with one hand on her hip, the other holding her wand and trembling slightly. 'I will not tolerate your sulking, as you well know. You will tell me eventually anyway, so why don't we cut to the chase and you tell me what's got up your arse this time?' Hermione was standing inches from Severus's chest and little sparks of magic were starting to crackle in the air around her.
Severus stared at her for a moment, knowing that she was right and being slightly scared at this sudden display. Her magic was not under her full control, and he didn't care to think what might happen if he didn't just 'fess up. Sighing, he dropped his arms to his sides resignedly and sank onto the sofa behind him. Leaning forward, Severus hung his head in his hands.
'You don't need to tell them if you don't want to, Hermione. We could just continue as we are,' he said softly.
Hermione lowered her wand slowly as his words sunk in.
'Don't you want me to tell them, then?' she asked him, sounding confused.
'I don't care who knows. I'm so happy with you, at times it feels like someone else's life. But I understand if you're embarrassed. We can just keep it quiet, if you think it wuld be easier.' Severus closed his eyes and leaned back against the saggy cushion. He felt Hermione sit beside him, and as he opened his eyes, he realised she was crying soft, silent tears.
'Severus,' she whispered, 'I can't believe you thought I was embarrassed to tell them.'
'Aren't you?' he asked, a little perplexed.
'No, not at all. Quite the opposite, actually. I just think that to tell them that I love you, well..' Hermione paused. 'It doesn't quite describe what we have, does it? It just doesn't seem enough, somehow.' She smiled softly at him.
Severus felt his heart lurch into her throat. He smiled at Hermione and took her hand in his. 'No, it's not enough at all,' he murmured.