Killing Cupid
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,493
Reviews:
85
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1- Musings of an old 'romantic'
A/N…. Response to Nesscafe’s Valentines Challenge, This is my first ever Fanfic, so don’t be too harsh on me, I’ve tried not to make it too cliché…let me know what you think! I don’t have any definite plans for where its going plot-wise, so again I’d love to know if anyone has any thoughts on it. First couple of chapters are going to bee, se, smut wise, as they’re kinda introductory, but its gonna be heating up soon enough! (or I’ll get bored, I don’t know about you, lol) Its un-betaed so try and forgive any glaring errors!
Love etc,
***Seva***
15/02/04- I\'ve just realized I\'ve been very remiss and forgotten my disclaimer! I own nothing, (as much as I\'d like for Severus to belong to me in every concievable sense!) Everything you recognize is the product of the hallowed imagination of JK Rowling *worships JK* who apparently loves that fan fiction exists!
Chapter One
Severus Snape was not a happy man, but then, there was nothing suprising about that. The professor was generally acknowledged by the population of Hogwarts as the leading authority on sarcasm, bitterness and other such unpleasant topics, and he fully intended to keep it that way.
The certain February evening, on which our story begins, however, saw our hero, (although if he were to hear himself described as such the author could quickly expect to find themselves hexed into oblivion) in a particularly vexatious temper. The most dreaded date, (followed closely, of course, by the first day of term) of Severus’ calendar was rapidly approaching. St Valentines Day. Sus hus had despised the loathsome event and all that it embodied with a vengeance for as long as he could remember, and the prospect of another year of regarding the ridiculous and frankly nauseating courtship rituals of overly hormonal teenagers served only to fuel his irritability.
His mind drifted back to his own school days, to James sodding Potter, the torture he endured at the hands of he and his hopelessly moronic friends, and the constant reminder of him, in the form of the Boy-who-fucking-lived. Ah yes, the golden trio. The spawn of Potter, another flame-headed child of the impossibly fertile Weasleys, and Hermione Granger. Now there was an interesting thought. Snape wondered with whom she would be spending Valentines this year. Potter, he bitterly supposed. After all, it stood to reason that even Granger would be helpless to the dubious charms of some mindless Quiddich muscle, coupled of course with his God-like status as the only wizard to withstand the Dark Lord’s power. Severus was briefly surprised to find that his standard idle fantasy of humiliating the couples, (in this instance Potter and Hermione) inevitably to be found amongst the bushes outside the Great Hall on Valentines Eve was quickly exchanged for one in which he replaced Potter. The thought of his lips upon hers, his hands tangled in her unashamedly bushy hair and the imagined sound of the breathless moans that escaped her all but made him forget his previous foul tempered musings…
But not quite. With a characteristic scowl Severus shook his head. He was not ashamed, but perplexed by this bizarre and unprecedented attraction to the insufferable know-all. Somehow any attempt to dismiss his momentary lusting toward her as the product of a long spell of not entirely self-imposed celibacy, (although even he realised that a reputation as a cruel, greasy, overgrown bat, and solitary confinement in the dungeons didn’t in any way aid one’s desirability among women. Not that Severus would allow himself to admit that he wanted to be desired by any woman. Perish the thought.) just did not work as he expected.
Severus glanced critically in the mirror, the most effective way, in his experience of bringing himself sharply to his senses. His hair was too long, and so dark it served only to emphasise the ghostly pale of his skin, another result of life in the dungeons. His eyes stared impassively back at him like bullet holes, darker even than his greasy hair. He looked hatefully at his hideously aquiline nose, a feature passed on from his father…as if he deliberately wished to make his son’s life even harder.
Severus turned away, and sighed. Without a shadow of a doubt, he could describe Valentines day in exactly the same manner as his appraisal of his appearance. Both were fucking hideous.
(A/N i know its really really short, I\'ll try and get plenty up more soon, but this was a really spur of the moment thing and my time is very limited! sorry! XxX)
Love etc,
***Seva***
15/02/04- I\'ve just realized I\'ve been very remiss and forgotten my disclaimer! I own nothing, (as much as I\'d like for Severus to belong to me in every concievable sense!) Everything you recognize is the product of the hallowed imagination of JK Rowling *worships JK* who apparently loves that fan fiction exists!
Chapter One
Severus Snape was not a happy man, but then, there was nothing suprising about that. The professor was generally acknowledged by the population of Hogwarts as the leading authority on sarcasm, bitterness and other such unpleasant topics, and he fully intended to keep it that way.
The certain February evening, on which our story begins, however, saw our hero, (although if he were to hear himself described as such the author could quickly expect to find themselves hexed into oblivion) in a particularly vexatious temper. The most dreaded date, (followed closely, of course, by the first day of term) of Severus’ calendar was rapidly approaching. St Valentines Day. Sus hus had despised the loathsome event and all that it embodied with a vengeance for as long as he could remember, and the prospect of another year of regarding the ridiculous and frankly nauseating courtship rituals of overly hormonal teenagers served only to fuel his irritability.
His mind drifted back to his own school days, to James sodding Potter, the torture he endured at the hands of he and his hopelessly moronic friends, and the constant reminder of him, in the form of the Boy-who-fucking-lived. Ah yes, the golden trio. The spawn of Potter, another flame-headed child of the impossibly fertile Weasleys, and Hermione Granger. Now there was an interesting thought. Snape wondered with whom she would be spending Valentines this year. Potter, he bitterly supposed. After all, it stood to reason that even Granger would be helpless to the dubious charms of some mindless Quiddich muscle, coupled of course with his God-like status as the only wizard to withstand the Dark Lord’s power. Severus was briefly surprised to find that his standard idle fantasy of humiliating the couples, (in this instance Potter and Hermione) inevitably to be found amongst the bushes outside the Great Hall on Valentines Eve was quickly exchanged for one in which he replaced Potter. The thought of his lips upon hers, his hands tangled in her unashamedly bushy hair and the imagined sound of the breathless moans that escaped her all but made him forget his previous foul tempered musings…
But not quite. With a characteristic scowl Severus shook his head. He was not ashamed, but perplexed by this bizarre and unprecedented attraction to the insufferable know-all. Somehow any attempt to dismiss his momentary lusting toward her as the product of a long spell of not entirely self-imposed celibacy, (although even he realised that a reputation as a cruel, greasy, overgrown bat, and solitary confinement in the dungeons didn’t in any way aid one’s desirability among women. Not that Severus would allow himself to admit that he wanted to be desired by any woman. Perish the thought.) just did not work as he expected.
Severus glanced critically in the mirror, the most effective way, in his experience of bringing himself sharply to his senses. His hair was too long, and so dark it served only to emphasise the ghostly pale of his skin, another result of life in the dungeons. His eyes stared impassively back at him like bullet holes, darker even than his greasy hair. He looked hatefully at his hideously aquiline nose, a feature passed on from his father…as if he deliberately wished to make his son’s life even harder.
Severus turned away, and sighed. Without a shadow of a doubt, he could describe Valentines day in exactly the same manner as his appraisal of his appearance. Both were fucking hideous.
(A/N i know its really really short, I\'ll try and get plenty up more soon, but this was a really spur of the moment thing and my time is very limited! sorry! XxX)