The Great Hall
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,235
Reviews:
2
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.
The Great Hall
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, please don’t sue me. I can’t afford it.
Author’s note: I like reviews. They make me happy. Please make me happy and review.
I know the above is grammatically incorrect, but it’s catchier than saying “please make me happy by reviewing”, no? Anyway, this is my first fan fic, and I would love constructive crit. Thank you.
A multitude of bodies filled the hall. Inane chatter, laughter; so many smiling faces.
Stood in the sidelines watching her friends, she still felt the loss that had been plaguing her for some time. It wasn’t right. Without quite knowing how, she knew it wasn’t right.
She closed her eyes as the string quartette flooded the room. Three soaring violas battled for attention, as the cello sustained its smooth dignified motions. She gently filtered out the sounds until only the rich vibrato of the cello remained. The soft sensual caress nimbly opposed the tangled web of gilt and glitter.
She inhaled deeply, the mixed perfume of wine, lilies and candle wax, a sensual overload.
‘I’m in a gothic fairytale and Dracula is coming to take me away’
And suddenly he was there. Tall, dark silhouette, the sharp flash of black eyes; her angel of night. She shivered. Dark robes billowed as he made his regal sweep down the golden stairs, a phantom of diamond amidst a world of warmth and colour.
‘Drama’
How like him.
The hairs on her arms rose as every nerve of her body tingled with anticipation.
As soon as the hypnotic eyes met with hers, she drowned. Afraid of breaking this enticing spell she held her breath.
The figure glided closer, so close, she could feel warm breath upon her face. A long pale finger rose to trace her jaw. The soft velvet voice she knew so well.
“Hermione”
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Hermione woke in a cold sweat. It had been the same dream she had had for the past two weeks. She shuddered, disgusted with herself.
“Hermione? Darling, wake up. It’s half past eleven! You can’t laze around in bed all day.”
Hermione groaned. “Coming, Mum.” she yelled to the disembodied voice as she rolled out of bed.
It had been three months since her Headmaster’s death, and still nothing. ‘The calm before the storm’, she thought grimly. Her parents, in all their blissful ignorance, called her a pessimist, and to stop worrying about such things. She could have a normal life now, and be free from all those godforsaken Newts.
“But darling, why do you have to take newts?” Her mother had asked.
“Is it painful?” Her father had inquired. “I don’t think I like the sound of this newting business”
“No, NEWTS are exams…”
And so on.
Tugging on her socks, Hermione pondered the possibility of a so called ‘normal life’. One free from magic, free from responsibility, free from Voldemort…
No.
She knew that wasn’t possible. You could run, but you could definitely not hide forever.
Aditional AN: I don't have a Beta, but I would love one. If anyone is interested please let me know.
Author’s note: I like reviews. They make me happy. Please make me happy and review.
I know the above is grammatically incorrect, but it’s catchier than saying “please make me happy by reviewing”, no? Anyway, this is my first fan fic, and I would love constructive crit. Thank you.
A multitude of bodies filled the hall. Inane chatter, laughter; so many smiling faces.
Stood in the sidelines watching her friends, she still felt the loss that had been plaguing her for some time. It wasn’t right. Without quite knowing how, she knew it wasn’t right.
She closed her eyes as the string quartette flooded the room. Three soaring violas battled for attention, as the cello sustained its smooth dignified motions. She gently filtered out the sounds until only the rich vibrato of the cello remained. The soft sensual caress nimbly opposed the tangled web of gilt and glitter.
She inhaled deeply, the mixed perfume of wine, lilies and candle wax, a sensual overload.
‘I’m in a gothic fairytale and Dracula is coming to take me away’
And suddenly he was there. Tall, dark silhouette, the sharp flash of black eyes; her angel of night. She shivered. Dark robes billowed as he made his regal sweep down the golden stairs, a phantom of diamond amidst a world of warmth and colour.
‘Drama’
How like him.
The hairs on her arms rose as every nerve of her body tingled with anticipation.
As soon as the hypnotic eyes met with hers, she drowned. Afraid of breaking this enticing spell she held her breath.
The figure glided closer, so close, she could feel warm breath upon her face. A long pale finger rose to trace her jaw. The soft velvet voice she knew so well.
“Hermione”
*****************************************************************************************************
Hermione woke in a cold sweat. It had been the same dream she had had for the past two weeks. She shuddered, disgusted with herself.
“Hermione? Darling, wake up. It’s half past eleven! You can’t laze around in bed all day.”
Hermione groaned. “Coming, Mum.” she yelled to the disembodied voice as she rolled out of bed.
It had been three months since her Headmaster’s death, and still nothing. ‘The calm before the storm’, she thought grimly. Her parents, in all their blissful ignorance, called her a pessimist, and to stop worrying about such things. She could have a normal life now, and be free from all those godforsaken Newts.
“But darling, why do you have to take newts?” Her mother had asked.
“Is it painful?” Her father had inquired. “I don’t think I like the sound of this newting business”
“No, NEWTS are exams…”
And so on.
Tugging on her socks, Hermione pondered the possibility of a so called ‘normal life’. One free from magic, free from responsibility, free from Voldemort…
No.
She knew that wasn’t possible. You could run, but you could definitely not hide forever.
Aditional AN: I don't have a Beta, but I would love one. If anyone is interested please let me know.