Coming Home
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
11,572
Reviews:
44
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.
Coming Home
A/N: This was my first ever fanfic. It does contain a some references to slash, but nothing more than a passing comment.
Disclaimer: These characters all belong to JK Rowling and a bunch of other people. I am in no way attempting to infringe on any copyright and I am not making anything off of this. I’ve written these stories for my own pleasure.
The Aftermath
Chapter 1
Her head was lying on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. She knew he was asleep, but tonight she couldn’t. She shifted her head where she could see his face. She smiled. She’d never seen anyone so beautiful. His peaceful dreams were evident in the contented expression that he wore. “It’s so unusual to see him content,” she thought. Ever so gently, she reached up to brush a strand of hair from his cheek. He gasped and his eyes flew open. She’d awakened him. Her cheeks flushed as he gathered his bearings and looked down at her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He gave her a sleepy smile and kissed her forehead. “It’s alright, my love,” he answered.
It was apparent to her almost immediately that he would be a while getting back to sleep. He rolled on his side toward her and laid his hand on the curve of her waist. “You can’t sleep again, can you?” he asked.
“No,” came her reply.
He pulled her close to his body and held her there, with her chin in his collarbone. “Would you like me to make you a sleeping draught?” he whispered above her head.
“Not tonight,” she answered pulling back to look into his eyes. “I’m content to lie here watching you sleep. It’s peaceful.”
He touched her cheek with the tip of his finger and gently slipped it down to her chin. “It’s not the nightmares again, is it?”
She looked into his raven colored eyes and smiled sadly, “Not tonight. I’m just restless. I’m just glad you are here.”
With that, she snuggled up to him, running her small hands down his rib cage, and thinking that he was much too skinny. After some time, the embers of the hearth fire died, and she finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
He woke her early the next morning, the only way he knew how. He’d brewed her an invigoration draught. She awoke to the smell of citrus fruits, mint, eucalyptus, and vanilla. As she sat up in bed, he brought her a small coffee mug. He stood in the door admiring how her bushy brown hair practically stood straight up in the mornings, especially those that she didn’t sleep well. As she rubbed her eyes, he spoke softly, “Good morning, Beautiful.”
She looked up, still bleary eyed, and smiled. “How long have you been up?”
He strode toward her holding the mug and as he sat down on the edge of the bed replied, “Long enough to make you this.”
She took the cup and with just a whiff of the steam felt wide awake. As she took a sip, she felt the familiar warmth and energy spread throughout her limbs. She sighed and suddenly became interested in something very near to the rim of her cup. “I’m sorry I’ve been so far away. I just…well…” she was at a loss for words.
“It’s…” he began.
“No! It’s not! It’s not ok that I haven’t been sleeping. It’s not ok that I’ve been having nightmares. It’s not ok that I take out everything on you! It’s. Not. Ok.”
He could see the tears in her eyes and he suddenly felt miserable. Putting his arms around her, he knew she was right. Nothing was ok. He knew that he was second, hell, maybe even third best. He knew that she wasn’t sleeping. He knew why. He also knew that when she took her frustrations out on him it was because he was the only one there. The only one who had been there for quite some time. Her body wracking sobs called him out of his reverie for a moment, and back to the present. “Shhhhh…it’s ok,” he crooned into her ear. “We’ve both been through quite a bit. We are both survivors.”
She pulled back and glared at him. “That’s just it. We survived.”
Disclaimer: These characters all belong to JK Rowling and a bunch of other people. I am in no way attempting to infringe on any copyright and I am not making anything off of this. I’ve written these stories for my own pleasure.
The Aftermath
Chapter 1
Her head was lying on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. She knew he was asleep, but tonight she couldn’t. She shifted her head where she could see his face. She smiled. She’d never seen anyone so beautiful. His peaceful dreams were evident in the contented expression that he wore. “It’s so unusual to see him content,” she thought. Ever so gently, she reached up to brush a strand of hair from his cheek. He gasped and his eyes flew open. She’d awakened him. Her cheeks flushed as he gathered his bearings and looked down at her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He gave her a sleepy smile and kissed her forehead. “It’s alright, my love,” he answered.
It was apparent to her almost immediately that he would be a while getting back to sleep. He rolled on his side toward her and laid his hand on the curve of her waist. “You can’t sleep again, can you?” he asked.
“No,” came her reply.
He pulled her close to his body and held her there, with her chin in his collarbone. “Would you like me to make you a sleeping draught?” he whispered above her head.
“Not tonight,” she answered pulling back to look into his eyes. “I’m content to lie here watching you sleep. It’s peaceful.”
He touched her cheek with the tip of his finger and gently slipped it down to her chin. “It’s not the nightmares again, is it?”
She looked into his raven colored eyes and smiled sadly, “Not tonight. I’m just restless. I’m just glad you are here.”
With that, she snuggled up to him, running her small hands down his rib cage, and thinking that he was much too skinny. After some time, the embers of the hearth fire died, and she finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
He woke her early the next morning, the only way he knew how. He’d brewed her an invigoration draught. She awoke to the smell of citrus fruits, mint, eucalyptus, and vanilla. As she sat up in bed, he brought her a small coffee mug. He stood in the door admiring how her bushy brown hair practically stood straight up in the mornings, especially those that she didn’t sleep well. As she rubbed her eyes, he spoke softly, “Good morning, Beautiful.”
She looked up, still bleary eyed, and smiled. “How long have you been up?”
He strode toward her holding the mug and as he sat down on the edge of the bed replied, “Long enough to make you this.”
She took the cup and with just a whiff of the steam felt wide awake. As she took a sip, she felt the familiar warmth and energy spread throughout her limbs. She sighed and suddenly became interested in something very near to the rim of her cup. “I’m sorry I’ve been so far away. I just…well…” she was at a loss for words.
“It’s…” he began.
“No! It’s not! It’s not ok that I haven’t been sleeping. It’s not ok that I’ve been having nightmares. It’s not ok that I take out everything on you! It’s. Not. Ok.”
He could see the tears in her eyes and he suddenly felt miserable. Putting his arms around her, he knew she was right. Nothing was ok. He knew that he was second, hell, maybe even third best. He knew that she wasn’t sleeping. He knew why. He also knew that when she took her frustrations out on him it was because he was the only one there. The only one who had been there for quite some time. Her body wracking sobs called him out of his reverie for a moment, and back to the present. “Shhhhh…it’s ok,” he crooned into her ear. “We’ve both been through quite a bit. We are both survivors.”
She pulled back and glared at him. “That’s just it. We survived.”