Do you love me?
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,427
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
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***I am very very bravely attempting a fic that is more than a PWP and with more than one chapter!! Scared?? I am!! I hope that some of you will reveiw and let me know if it sucks or if I should keep going! TaintedAngel xxx ***
I do not own anything here except the story. If I did then I would be rich enough to retire and live on a tropical island, sipping cocktails all day and watching the hot men by the pool *sighs* The dream the dream...
Do You Love Me?
I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I\'d love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On an endless night, silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The weather reflected the mood of the day. The dark clouds, that filled the early morning sky, threatened rain. The mourners huddled together against the cold wind that was blowing over the great lake. everyone dressed in black. The sound of sobbing filled the icy air.
He stood alone in the shadows of the surrounding trees. Tall, dark and proud. A single white rose in his hand. No one saw him, No one sought him out in the crowd, that is how he wanted it.
She was only 25. Too young to be taken from this world. Too young to be taken so cruelly from the arms of her friends, her family, her lover.
Her friends took turn talking about her. The memories they shared, the person she was. They didn\'t know her. They didn\'t know her like he knew her. Dumbledore closed the service with his own speech about the young girl they were burying today. Struck down by the cruel hand of Voldemort. Too young, too beautiful.
With bowed heads the coffin was lowered into the ground. She would have wanted to be buried here. By the great lake, on the grounds of her beloved school. One by one the mourners left. Saying there last goodbyes to the young witch.
When he was sure everyone had left he moved out of his shadowed hiding place. He stood over her open grave. Hagrid would be along shortly to cover it over. Covering his lover forever in her wooden bed.
He dropped the single white rose into the grave. As the rose fell his mind flew back over the years. Of how she was, of how they were. \"Oh Hermione\" He breathed as the memories came rushing back to him.
***Yes I know it was short....but it had to be. To be continued. Now go and reveiw my darlings***
I do not own anything here except the story. If I did then I would be rich enough to retire and live on a tropical island, sipping cocktails all day and watching the hot men by the pool *sighs* The dream the dream...
Do You Love Me?
I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I\'d love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On an endless night, silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The weather reflected the mood of the day. The dark clouds, that filled the early morning sky, threatened rain. The mourners huddled together against the cold wind that was blowing over the great lake. everyone dressed in black. The sound of sobbing filled the icy air.
He stood alone in the shadows of the surrounding trees. Tall, dark and proud. A single white rose in his hand. No one saw him, No one sought him out in the crowd, that is how he wanted it.
She was only 25. Too young to be taken from this world. Too young to be taken so cruelly from the arms of her friends, her family, her lover.
Her friends took turn talking about her. The memories they shared, the person she was. They didn\'t know her. They didn\'t know her like he knew her. Dumbledore closed the service with his own speech about the young girl they were burying today. Struck down by the cruel hand of Voldemort. Too young, too beautiful.
With bowed heads the coffin was lowered into the ground. She would have wanted to be buried here. By the great lake, on the grounds of her beloved school. One by one the mourners left. Saying there last goodbyes to the young witch.
When he was sure everyone had left he moved out of his shadowed hiding place. He stood over her open grave. Hagrid would be along shortly to cover it over. Covering his lover forever in her wooden bed.
He dropped the single white rose into the grave. As the rose fell his mind flew back over the years. Of how she was, of how they were. \"Oh Hermione\" He breathed as the memories came rushing back to him.
***Yes I know it was short....but it had to be. To be continued. Now go and reveiw my darlings***