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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
5,154
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Seven
Remember When It Rained
Chapter Seven
In The Darkness I Remain
Tap.
Tap tap Tap Tap tap tap!
Bushy hair blended with pale skin, flushed from a night of restless sleep moved against the pillow.
Tap tap tap!
A sm bro brow furrows in annoyance at the sound invading her sleep. With a muffled sigh she rolls over and buries her face in the softness of her pillow.
Tap tap tap!
“Arghhhh!” she yelled in frustration. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she glanced in the direction of the annoyance, to the snowy white owl is is tapping madly at her window.
“Hedwig?”
Opening the window, the creature flews in and perched on her bedpost, a note in its beak. Taking the note, she frowned at it. She was still angry at her friends, although not as angry as she was on that morning earlier in the summer. She had told them not to bother to write unless it was a letter of apology. After the first two weeks she had quite given up on hearing from anyone.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to read it just yet. Throwing her covers aside, she made her way to her bathroom and started her morning ablutions. Perhaps a walk around the lake would be in order.
An hour later found her strolling along the lake, clutching the letter that Hedwig had delivered earlier. With a sigh she opened the parchment and read,
Dear Hermione,
We miss you. Reallss yss you a lot. I know that I wasn’t supposed to write unless I apologized to you, and so I do. I’m sorry that I said those things about you and Snape. I really never thought that you and he were, well you know. It is funny though, if it weren’t so gross. I mean you and Snape!
Harry is still mad at you. You really shouldn’t have hit him Mione. He really likes you, and I mean as in likeu. u.
Do you think that you could come visit us soon? That is if Snape will let you out of the dungeon. He is treating you alright isn’t he? Please write back at least, if you can’t visit.
Love,
Ron
With a sigh, she folded the note and tucked it in the pocket of her robes. Glancing at the sky, she realized that she should probably head inside for breakfast. With another sigh, she turned back in the direction of the school and ran directly into the stiff form of Severus Snape.
He had decided, after a night of restless sleep, that a walk before breakfast was just what he needed to clear away the cobwebs in his head. Or better yet to clear away the remaining images of Hermione Granger from his mind.
The morning was bright and clear, still cool and crisp with the beginnings of fall. The students would be returning in a fortnight, so he was determined to enjoy the peace while it lasted. There was not enough time, he thinks, to work on the Leaching potion without interruption. It was this realization that made him quicken his pace, hoping to make the most of his walk before returning to his dungeon lab.
Almost as soon as he had succeeded in not thinking of her anymore, he saw her ahead of him, her head bent in concentration. In spite of the distance he could almost hear her sigh, for it was so deep that her shoulders rose and fell in the effort. He watched her through hooded eyes, as he quickened his steps to catp top to her. He had just reached her and was close enough to reach out and touch her shoulder, when she suddenly turned and ran right into him.
Only this time he didn’t fall, rather his arms, as if of their own volition, grabbed her around her waist.
“Miss Granger,” he murmured. “I see that once again you fail to pay attention to where you go.”
‘Oh bugger!’ she thought when she first realized that she had managed yet again to run full on into her professor. Yet when he didn’t fall, but rather snaked his arms around her waist she was tledtled, then breathless at the sudden contact.
She closed her eyes, expecting rebuke from the man, but instead found herself shivering as his velvet voice caressed her ears.
“Pr-professor!” she breathed. “I am so very, very-“
“Sorry?” he interrupted softly.
His voice caressed her ears, and the world suddenly disappeared around her. All she could see was his face, all she could hear was the sudden pounding of her heart, all she could feel was the molten heat radiating from under his slightly trembling hands. With a gulp she nodded her head in answer to his question, her throat suddenly dry, and her voice refusing to be heard.
The lips that she thought were cruel and thin, were suddenly desirable to her and all she could think of was how they would feel against hers. Her breath hitched as she realized that those lips were slowly descending towards hers, her breath caught when they tentatively kissed hers. Softly. Reverently. Unsure.
‘Oh!’ she thought as he ended the kiss and stepped away from her, his breath sounding like a hiss.
“Miss Granger!” he exclaimed softly. “Go back to the school. Now.”
She turned and ran, as fast as her legs could carry her back to the school. She flew past Filch, not pausing to acknowledge his angry mutterings about running students, past Minerva McGonagall who looking stunned at her favorite student streaking past her.
Up the stairs, past the portraits, ignorthe the admonitions to slow down, to the portrait of The Fat Lady.
“Avalon!” she gasped and rushed through the door, up the stairs and into her room, where she threw herself onto her bed and burst into tears.
She had kissed her professor! Or rather he had kissed her, and it had been, although short, more than she had ever imagined in her dreams. Oh how she had liked that kiss! A lot. He did too, she knew this in her soul. His hands had trembled as he touched her, the world had narrowed down to just them, and she had seen the look in his eyes just before she closed them for the kiss. Oh, that kiss!
She sobbed. Her heart pounding in her chest, the fire he had set racing in her veins and arteries, blossoming in her heart where it burned. Her body tingled, her limbs heavy and yet light. She felt as if she would fly apart if anyone were to touch her at that moment, she had never felt so fragile.
And he sent her away, his voice and and angry, his face paler than usual, his lips pressed into the stern line, his hand trembling as he pointelonglong finger toward the school. Yes she had run, she had run in fear and confusion and desire.
She rolled over to her side, as her tears flowed hot and fast from her eyes. She would never be able to face him again, she thought. Even though she knew that he had kissed her of his own volition, she knew that he would do everything in his power to deny and then tamp down the desire that he felt for her. He would do everything he could to make her hate him. He would make his hermit like soul crawl back into its dark cave, where it had been hiding for so many years that the daylight frightened it.
He watched her as she ran away from him, to the sanctuary of the school, he could feel the pain pouring off of her in waves eddying the air behind her as she fled.
Her kiss had startled him.
His kissing her had startled him. The touch of her body to his had in an instant turned him into a different creature. It was as if she had cast Imperio with her very skin, with those eyes of hers, with her lips.
Her lips, so soft and tender. ‘Oh Gods!’ he thought ing ing his hands over his face hoping to wipe the memory away. He turned on his heel and strode toward the Dark Forest as fast as his long legs could carry him. He needed to think, to clear his mind before he went back to the school and confessed his crime.
The forest was cooler than the air under the light of the sun, and he slowed his pace wary of the creatures that lurked there. He was a logical man, a thinking man. Hermione Granger was a problem, and he could surely solve the problem with enough thought.
‘Fact,’ he thought. ‘She was beautiful and had grown on him in these last couple of months. Yes, she was, as he had already admitted to himself, his most brilliant student. Yes, she was a good lab partner. Yes, she looked up to him and his knowledge of his craft, and yes, she absorbed knowledge like a sponge absorbs water.’
Looking up at the tree he stopped in front of, jumped up to the lowest branch and hoisted himself up. After climbing up a bit he found a branch that looked wide enough for him to sit and continue to ponder the problem of Hermione Granger.
Hermione Granger.
Hermione.
When had she become Hermione?
Why hadn’t he seen it before? The desire that he had seen in her eyes before he kissed her. When had his own feelings change toward her? It had all been so gradual. Her defense of him to her friends, their trip to Diagon Alley to buy her things. Her ready acquiescence to his rules in the lab. Her eagerness to work. All of these things he had attributed to her fear of him. A fear that he had worked hard to instill on all of his students from the first day in his class.
But no, he realized now, with his feet dangling from that high branch, that she was not frightened him and hadn’t been for a long time. She respected him to be sure, but she didn’t fear him. Now all of the looks he had seen her give him took on a whole new meaning. The way her eyes followed his every movement, the frustrated sighs she made, the way she kept running into him. They had been right, the rumors, at least in part. Her apparent klutziness had been a result of her, oh Merlin, feeling for him.
“Damn!” he whispered.
It could never be. He wouldn’t allow it. It was wrong, he was her teacher after all. He had been a Death Eater for the love of Merlin! She was too bright in her soul, for one such as him. She deserved more than what he could offer her.
He swung around the branch and allowed himself to dangle upside down, like a bat, he thought with a smirk. He hadn’t done this since his fifth year, but he had always wanted too. With no one around, he indulged his whim. Perhaps the blood rushing to his head would relieve the pressure elsewhere.
“Damn!” he gasped again. There was nothing to it really, the desire he felt for was was surely a passing thing. He could, he would control it and tamp it down. She would become Miss Granger once more. He would be safe.
Chapter Seven
In The Darkness I Remain
Tap.
Tap tap Tap Tap tap tap!
Bushy hair blended with pale skin, flushed from a night of restless sleep moved against the pillow.
Tap tap tap!
A sm bro brow furrows in annoyance at the sound invading her sleep. With a muffled sigh she rolls over and buries her face in the softness of her pillow.
Tap tap tap!
“Arghhhh!” she yelled in frustration. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she glanced in the direction of the annoyance, to the snowy white owl is is tapping madly at her window.
“Hedwig?”
Opening the window, the creature flews in and perched on her bedpost, a note in its beak. Taking the note, she frowned at it. She was still angry at her friends, although not as angry as she was on that morning earlier in the summer. She had told them not to bother to write unless it was a letter of apology. After the first two weeks she had quite given up on hearing from anyone.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to read it just yet. Throwing her covers aside, she made her way to her bathroom and started her morning ablutions. Perhaps a walk around the lake would be in order.
An hour later found her strolling along the lake, clutching the letter that Hedwig had delivered earlier. With a sigh she opened the parchment and read,
Dear Hermione,
We miss you. Reallss yss you a lot. I know that I wasn’t supposed to write unless I apologized to you, and so I do. I’m sorry that I said those things about you and Snape. I really never thought that you and he were, well you know. It is funny though, if it weren’t so gross. I mean you and Snape!
Harry is still mad at you. You really shouldn’t have hit him Mione. He really likes you, and I mean as in likeu. u.
Do you think that you could come visit us soon? That is if Snape will let you out of the dungeon. He is treating you alright isn’t he? Please write back at least, if you can’t visit.
Love,
Ron
With a sigh, she folded the note and tucked it in the pocket of her robes. Glancing at the sky, she realized that she should probably head inside for breakfast. With another sigh, she turned back in the direction of the school and ran directly into the stiff form of Severus Snape.
He had decided, after a night of restless sleep, that a walk before breakfast was just what he needed to clear away the cobwebs in his head. Or better yet to clear away the remaining images of Hermione Granger from his mind.
The morning was bright and clear, still cool and crisp with the beginnings of fall. The students would be returning in a fortnight, so he was determined to enjoy the peace while it lasted. There was not enough time, he thinks, to work on the Leaching potion without interruption. It was this realization that made him quicken his pace, hoping to make the most of his walk before returning to his dungeon lab.
Almost as soon as he had succeeded in not thinking of her anymore, he saw her ahead of him, her head bent in concentration. In spite of the distance he could almost hear her sigh, for it was so deep that her shoulders rose and fell in the effort. He watched her through hooded eyes, as he quickened his steps to catp top to her. He had just reached her and was close enough to reach out and touch her shoulder, when she suddenly turned and ran right into him.
Only this time he didn’t fall, rather his arms, as if of their own volition, grabbed her around her waist.
“Miss Granger,” he murmured. “I see that once again you fail to pay attention to where you go.”
‘Oh bugger!’ she thought when she first realized that she had managed yet again to run full on into her professor. Yet when he didn’t fall, but rather snaked his arms around her waist she was tledtled, then breathless at the sudden contact.
She closed her eyes, expecting rebuke from the man, but instead found herself shivering as his velvet voice caressed her ears.
“Pr-professor!” she breathed. “I am so very, very-“
“Sorry?” he interrupted softly.
His voice caressed her ears, and the world suddenly disappeared around her. All she could see was his face, all she could hear was the sudden pounding of her heart, all she could feel was the molten heat radiating from under his slightly trembling hands. With a gulp she nodded her head in answer to his question, her throat suddenly dry, and her voice refusing to be heard.
The lips that she thought were cruel and thin, were suddenly desirable to her and all she could think of was how they would feel against hers. Her breath hitched as she realized that those lips were slowly descending towards hers, her breath caught when they tentatively kissed hers. Softly. Reverently. Unsure.
‘Oh!’ she thought as he ended the kiss and stepped away from her, his breath sounding like a hiss.
“Miss Granger!” he exclaimed softly. “Go back to the school. Now.”
She turned and ran, as fast as her legs could carry her back to the school. She flew past Filch, not pausing to acknowledge his angry mutterings about running students, past Minerva McGonagall who looking stunned at her favorite student streaking past her.
Up the stairs, past the portraits, ignorthe the admonitions to slow down, to the portrait of The Fat Lady.
“Avalon!” she gasped and rushed through the door, up the stairs and into her room, where she threw herself onto her bed and burst into tears.
She had kissed her professor! Or rather he had kissed her, and it had been, although short, more than she had ever imagined in her dreams. Oh how she had liked that kiss! A lot. He did too, she knew this in her soul. His hands had trembled as he touched her, the world had narrowed down to just them, and she had seen the look in his eyes just before she closed them for the kiss. Oh, that kiss!
She sobbed. Her heart pounding in her chest, the fire he had set racing in her veins and arteries, blossoming in her heart where it burned. Her body tingled, her limbs heavy and yet light. She felt as if she would fly apart if anyone were to touch her at that moment, she had never felt so fragile.
And he sent her away, his voice and and angry, his face paler than usual, his lips pressed into the stern line, his hand trembling as he pointelonglong finger toward the school. Yes she had run, she had run in fear and confusion and desire.
She rolled over to her side, as her tears flowed hot and fast from her eyes. She would never be able to face him again, she thought. Even though she knew that he had kissed her of his own volition, she knew that he would do everything in his power to deny and then tamp down the desire that he felt for her. He would do everything he could to make her hate him. He would make his hermit like soul crawl back into its dark cave, where it had been hiding for so many years that the daylight frightened it.
He watched her as she ran away from him, to the sanctuary of the school, he could feel the pain pouring off of her in waves eddying the air behind her as she fled.
Her kiss had startled him.
His kissing her had startled him. The touch of her body to his had in an instant turned him into a different creature. It was as if she had cast Imperio with her very skin, with those eyes of hers, with her lips.
Her lips, so soft and tender. ‘Oh Gods!’ he thought ing ing his hands over his face hoping to wipe the memory away. He turned on his heel and strode toward the Dark Forest as fast as his long legs could carry him. He needed to think, to clear his mind before he went back to the school and confessed his crime.
The forest was cooler than the air under the light of the sun, and he slowed his pace wary of the creatures that lurked there. He was a logical man, a thinking man. Hermione Granger was a problem, and he could surely solve the problem with enough thought.
‘Fact,’ he thought. ‘She was beautiful and had grown on him in these last couple of months. Yes, she was, as he had already admitted to himself, his most brilliant student. Yes, she was a good lab partner. Yes, she looked up to him and his knowledge of his craft, and yes, she absorbed knowledge like a sponge absorbs water.’
Looking up at the tree he stopped in front of, jumped up to the lowest branch and hoisted himself up. After climbing up a bit he found a branch that looked wide enough for him to sit and continue to ponder the problem of Hermione Granger.
Hermione Granger.
Hermione.
When had she become Hermione?
Why hadn’t he seen it before? The desire that he had seen in her eyes before he kissed her. When had his own feelings change toward her? It had all been so gradual. Her defense of him to her friends, their trip to Diagon Alley to buy her things. Her ready acquiescence to his rules in the lab. Her eagerness to work. All of these things he had attributed to her fear of him. A fear that he had worked hard to instill on all of his students from the first day in his class.
But no, he realized now, with his feet dangling from that high branch, that she was not frightened him and hadn’t been for a long time. She respected him to be sure, but she didn’t fear him. Now all of the looks he had seen her give him took on a whole new meaning. The way her eyes followed his every movement, the frustrated sighs she made, the way she kept running into him. They had been right, the rumors, at least in part. Her apparent klutziness had been a result of her, oh Merlin, feeling for him.
“Damn!” he whispered.
It could never be. He wouldn’t allow it. It was wrong, he was her teacher after all. He had been a Death Eater for the love of Merlin! She was too bright in her soul, for one such as him. She deserved more than what he could offer her.
He swung around the branch and allowed himself to dangle upside down, like a bat, he thought with a smirk. He hadn’t done this since his fifth year, but he had always wanted too. With no one around, he indulged his whim. Perhaps the blood rushing to his head would relieve the pressure elsewhere.
“Damn!” he gasped again. There was nothing to it really, the desire he felt for was was surely a passing thing. He could, he would control it and tamp it down. She would become Miss Granger once more. He would be safe.