Our Mortality
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,730
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
0
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Our Mortality
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Our Mortality
Hermione Granger kneeled at the bedside. Her honey brown hair was pulled back into a bun and her more than modest robes covered her from throat to toe. His cold hand was clasped in hers as she silently wept.
Ron Weasley had survived the War only to fall to pointless ignorance. She cursed his inattentive studying as she noticed the welts on his arm. If he had paid his studies their proper due, he would have noticed the vines for what they were. Moon blossoms, for all their romantic lure in the muggle world, were deadly. Agatha, his new bride, had heard him scream once. She ran to him but even one soft caress from a blossom was enough to kill a giant. It was her screams that had brought the neighbors. Now she sat surrounded by her in-laws, her face blank with sorrow.
Hermione felt someone lightly grasp her shoulders and rose from the floor at their urging. She turned in Harry\'s embace and hugged him as they both cried. They pulled apart as Luna Potter put a comforting hand on her husband\'s back. All three of them wiped tears away as they looked on Ron\'s face one last time. They turned and left the room.
Hermione returned home to Hogwarts. She walked slowly, reliving memories from her years as a student. She felt numb inside now. Somehow the pointlessness of Ron\'s death was a thousand times worse than the deaths of their comrades-in-arms. Their deaths were full of honor and meaning. they died fighting for a brighter future. But his death served no cause. He had just grasped that bright future when it was taken from him. It showed her more of her own fraile mortality than anything she had ever experience. They could die at anytime. Death did not need evil to spread among them.
She walked into her suite without knowing how she came to be there. She looked around, unseeing, as she struggled with her new knowledge. Her husband\'s outdoor cloak was lying on a chair. She began to shake as her mind raced with thought. It could happen at any time. He works with all those dangerous potions. One wrong ingredient - even the wrong amount - and he could be taken from her too. As her mind pictured all the different ordinary ways that she and her beloved could be torn from one another, she sank to her knees. Her breath came in great gasps as she sobbed. She fell fully to the floor as her cries reached a crescendo.
Severus had been silent since his wife\'s departure that morning. He had never made full amends with her childhood friends and they both knew his presence would not help. As his last class of the day ended, he made his way to their suite. He found her lying on the floor, shaking as she cried. He discarded his teaching robes as he hurriedly crossed to her. He sat on the floor and gathered her in his arms. He stroked her hair and face as he offered her the silent comfort of his heart.
She quieted and shifted in his arms. Her hands came up to trace his strong features as she raised her eyes to stare in his. The sadness in those depths reached out to him and he responded by kissing her fingers as they softly traced his lips. She cupped his face in her hands and drew him down into a soft exploring kiss. I love you. The unspoken words echoed in both their hearts. I\'ll take care of you. The kiss grew more intense and Hermione pulled away. He searched her face for a sign - something, anything to tell him what she needed.
Her eyes glided from his face to his neck. Her hands followed and began to unbutton his shirt. He sat silent and watched her face as she uncovered his body peice by peice. He shrugged his shoulders out of his shirt when she started to slide it off. Her hands caressed his collar bone and slid down his chest and began to unbutton his trousers.He held his breath as she reached underneath to touch him softly.
She stood up then and began pulling her own clothes off. She tossed them away from her as he finished taking off his shoes and trousers. She sat in his lap again, kissing him urgently, trying to tell him without words what he meant to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed against his firm shaft. She was incredibly wet.He started to speak but was silenced by a finger pressed to his lips.
They stared into each others\' eyes as she used her other hand to position him. He slide in tight, deep. His hands caressed her soft skin as they cupped her breasts.His thumbs smoothed circles around her nipples. She licked her lips and leaned in against his hands, a subtle request for a firmer touch.He obliged with his right hand, rolling and pinching the nipple, while his right hand slide futher down to rest at the top of her curls. Her breath quickened in anticipation.
Slowly his thumb parted her nether lips and gently rubbed around her clit. She began moving her hips, small motions entreating him to truely touch her. He paused and listened to their breaths, inhaling and exhaling as one. Then he began their old game. Slowly he used his finger to spell out his name on her engorged flesh. S - E - V - E - R - U- On the last \"S\" she began to shake as orgasm claimed her body. He caressed her swollen clit one last time and as she moaned her pleasure, he used his other hand to press her head to his chest as he came. They were both shaking.
She tried to speak but he was there first, \"Ssshhhh, it will be all right. I\'m here. I\'m not going anywhere.\"
He knew her so well.
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Hermione Granger kneeled at the bedside. Her honey brown hair was pulled back into a bun and her more than modest robes covered her from throat to toe. His cold hand was clasped in hers as she silently wept.
Ron Weasley had survived the War only to fall to pointless ignorance. She cursed his inattentive studying as she noticed the welts on his arm. If he had paid his studies their proper due, he would have noticed the vines for what they were. Moon blossoms, for all their romantic lure in the muggle world, were deadly. Agatha, his new bride, had heard him scream once. She ran to him but even one soft caress from a blossom was enough to kill a giant. It was her screams that had brought the neighbors. Now she sat surrounded by her in-laws, her face blank with sorrow.
Hermione felt someone lightly grasp her shoulders and rose from the floor at their urging. She turned in Harry\'s embace and hugged him as they both cried. They pulled apart as Luna Potter put a comforting hand on her husband\'s back. All three of them wiped tears away as they looked on Ron\'s face one last time. They turned and left the room.
Hermione returned home to Hogwarts. She walked slowly, reliving memories from her years as a student. She felt numb inside now. Somehow the pointlessness of Ron\'s death was a thousand times worse than the deaths of their comrades-in-arms. Their deaths were full of honor and meaning. they died fighting for a brighter future. But his death served no cause. He had just grasped that bright future when it was taken from him. It showed her more of her own fraile mortality than anything she had ever experience. They could die at anytime. Death did not need evil to spread among them.
She walked into her suite without knowing how she came to be there. She looked around, unseeing, as she struggled with her new knowledge. Her husband\'s outdoor cloak was lying on a chair. She began to shake as her mind raced with thought. It could happen at any time. He works with all those dangerous potions. One wrong ingredient - even the wrong amount - and he could be taken from her too. As her mind pictured all the different ordinary ways that she and her beloved could be torn from one another, she sank to her knees. Her breath came in great gasps as she sobbed. She fell fully to the floor as her cries reached a crescendo.
Severus had been silent since his wife\'s departure that morning. He had never made full amends with her childhood friends and they both knew his presence would not help. As his last class of the day ended, he made his way to their suite. He found her lying on the floor, shaking as she cried. He discarded his teaching robes as he hurriedly crossed to her. He sat on the floor and gathered her in his arms. He stroked her hair and face as he offered her the silent comfort of his heart.
She quieted and shifted in his arms. Her hands came up to trace his strong features as she raised her eyes to stare in his. The sadness in those depths reached out to him and he responded by kissing her fingers as they softly traced his lips. She cupped his face in her hands and drew him down into a soft exploring kiss. I love you. The unspoken words echoed in both their hearts. I\'ll take care of you. The kiss grew more intense and Hermione pulled away. He searched her face for a sign - something, anything to tell him what she needed.
Her eyes glided from his face to his neck. Her hands followed and began to unbutton his shirt. He sat silent and watched her face as she uncovered his body peice by peice. He shrugged his shoulders out of his shirt when she started to slide it off. Her hands caressed his collar bone and slid down his chest and began to unbutton his trousers.He held his breath as she reached underneath to touch him softly.
She stood up then and began pulling her own clothes off. She tossed them away from her as he finished taking off his shoes and trousers. She sat in his lap again, kissing him urgently, trying to tell him without words what he meant to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed against his firm shaft. She was incredibly wet.He started to speak but was silenced by a finger pressed to his lips.
They stared into each others\' eyes as she used her other hand to position him. He slide in tight, deep. His hands caressed her soft skin as they cupped her breasts.His thumbs smoothed circles around her nipples. She licked her lips and leaned in against his hands, a subtle request for a firmer touch.He obliged with his right hand, rolling and pinching the nipple, while his right hand slide futher down to rest at the top of her curls. Her breath quickened in anticipation.
Slowly his thumb parted her nether lips and gently rubbed around her clit. She began moving her hips, small motions entreating him to truely touch her. He paused and listened to their breaths, inhaling and exhaling as one. Then he began their old game. Slowly he used his finger to spell out his name on her engorged flesh. S - E - V - E - R - U- On the last \"S\" she began to shake as orgasm claimed her body. He caressed her swollen clit one last time and as she moaned her pleasure, he used his other hand to press her head to his chest as he came. They were both shaking.
She tried to speak but he was there first, \"Ssshhhh, it will be all right. I\'m here. I\'m not going anywhere.\"
He knew her so well.
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