A Song for Severus ~ (Not Update, but Edit)

Chapter 1 ~ A Song

Hermione Granger sat alone as the Valentine’s Day celebration went on all around her. Harry and Ron were slow dancing with their girlfriends, Mora and Dora. They were twins…blonde-haired, blue-eyed and curvaceous. They reminded Hermione of muggle Barbie dolls. There were a lot of whispers at Headquarters about what those four were up to behind closed doors. Seemed a bit of swapping was going on. Hermione didn’t doubt it. Both Harry and Ron were pretty twisted.

Since Voldemort’s death two years ago, life had been much better and brighter for the wizarding world. Albus insisted on throwing this party for the Order. The living room had been magically altered to ballroom size, though the size of Grimauld Place itself didn’t change at all. There had to be about four hundred people partying.

Although her heart should have been light for this occasion, it was quite heavy, because Severus Snape was not in attendance. A year ago, he and Hermione discovered they had quite an attraction for each other. It was a sudden occurrence, startling and powerful as they worked on a potion together in the Professor’s lab. Hermione was earning extra credit towards her Potions degree. She was distracted, accidentally adding a wrong ingredient to the brew and the cauldron had blown up. Luckily, Severus heard the warning whine of the ill-mixed ingredients and pulled Hermione away in time. She could have been killed by the shrapnel.

The Potions Master had raged at her as he held her protectively in his embrace, then suddenly kissed her passionately. She had been unable/unwilling to stop him and he took her on the floor of his lab, his robes spread under them as he possessed the young witch, taking both her virginity and her heart. From that night on, they became secret lovers, though Albus was aware of their involvement. He was aware of everything it seemed.

But Severus was away on Order business right now, and there was no telling when he would return. He was always very closed-mouthed about what he did when he went on these excursions. But his first act whenever he returned was to find Hermione and make passionate love to her as if re-grounding himself in his new world.

Hermione was torn about the way the dark wizard acted. He was so secretive, so manipulative. She suspected Severus lied to her more often than not about his activities, and told herself many times it would be better if she ended her relationship with him, but then…he would take her so passionately on his return that she felt she could never ever leave him.

Hermione watched as the band “Dirty Magic” ended the song and the lead male singer moved to the background. A slender, pale witch in torn red robes with beautiful dark eyes and short-cropped spiked black hair walked up to the magically enhanced microphone. She held a rose in one hand and looked incredibly sad as she gripped the mike and the band struck up a haunted sounding ballad.

The stage darkened, a single spotlight focused on the witch as she began to sing. The students started dancing, but soon stopped to just watch and listen to the witch as she crooned in a soulful voice that didn’t seem to belong to her.

Hermione was enthralled as she watched her, tears beginning to form in her eyes as the singer’s words pulled at her soul, echoing her deepest feelings about the dark wizard she loved.


At any given time you’re leaving me
a wicked smile and gleam in your eyes.
At any given moment, deceiving me,
I’m so in love with your lies.
In any given hour you take me your arms,
brutalize my heart with
the darkness of your charms.

Then in the dark of night I lay,
wishing you would go away,
Your whispers in my head,
your shadow in my bed.

At any given time, you’re killing me
slowly with the magic you wield.
At any given moment thrilling me,
cutting deep until I’m healed.
In any given hour you possess
demanding answers…
until my soul’s confessed

Then in the dark of night I lay,
wishing you would go away,
Your whispers in my head,
your shadow in my bed.

Then in the dark of night I lay
my red bloom drained to gray,
You rise black & then you’re gone…
behind your rose, a thorn.


The music stopped and the light dimmed, bathing the witch in darkness, her final note echoing around the room then softly dying away. Everyone let out their breaths and broke out in applause, but when the lights came back on, the artist was gone. Only the red rose lay abandoned on the stage floor.

Hermione was still clapping and blinking back tears when she felt a presence. She looked up. There, across the room stood Severus, his black eyes resting on her soberly. He had been gone nearly a month and entered the room at the start of the song and quietly watched Hermione’s reaction to it.

He mouthed one word at her.

“Come,” then disappeared into the crowd.

Her stomach full of lacewing flies, Hermione slowly rose and followed the Potions Master as if mesmerized.

Once again it was time to be pricked by his thorn.

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A/N: I just had to write a little something HG/SS this morning. First, I wrote the song then the little story around it. It’s not much, but it’s something. I had to do something. Thanks. For those of you who've been wondering where I've been, I've been writing an original story called "It's All a Matter of Choice" available to readers by a donation of any amount in an attempt to raise some extra Christmas money. It's not SS/HG but is coming along. You can read the prologue at http://www.theburningpen.com/teaser/prologue.html and the actual reviews at http://www.theburningpen.com/teaser/guestlog.htm I have eight chapters up so far, and it was supposed to be a minimum of eight, but as I introduced other elements I can see it's going to get longer like they always do. So it might be a little while before I get back to HG/SS. More than likely I will be writing little one-shots like this one from time to time to feed my jones. lol. Thanks again.