Valentine's Day

Okay I am just taking a moment from my current story to write this… it had been burning through my head for days… be prepared to cry…

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--- Memories ---

* song lyrics *

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Link to hear song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_YE5WIkAkc
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Song; ‘Valentines day’, Lyrics, and music are by Linkin Park


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My insides all turned to ash, so slow
And blew away as I collapsed, so cold
A black wind took them away, from sight
And held the darkness over day, that night

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The only light in the dark room emanated from the fireplace. The heat regardless could not ward off the bone deep chill the continually pursued the inhabitant. The room remained the way it was originally arranged with Spartan leather chairs in dark colors. Fine cherry woods made up the enormous bookshelves, tables and large desk that stood behind the seating area. The woman sat alone in the worn chair drinking a large glass of firewhiskey remembering days past.

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It was Valentines Day and only one person was not celebrating. He thought these days trivial and pointless. Sitting at his desk with a stack of essays and his grading quill, he marked wrong answers snidely. He tossed back a shot of firewhiskey and smiled bitterly. This is what his nights have been reduced to; lovingly berate student’s hard works. He sneered. What good would it do him to celebrate, when there is no one to share it with? The February air is bitingly cold, reminding Severus of how alone he truly is. No witch would be willing to warm his bed if the knew what he has done, what he would have to do.

As if on cue, a soft knock came from his office door. He scowled, who the bloody hell would be bothering him? He stood and exited his study and crossed his office in a few strides. Unwarding the door, he pulled it open a crack. There stood a student with a shoulder bag. Confusion crossed his features a moment before it was gone.
He sighed and admitted the student to pass and he shut the door firmly behind her.

“Ms. Granger, might I ask what you are doing here when you should be at the dance? What is in the bag?” Hermione took in his features a moment before answering. His normally tightly buttoned overcoat is no where in sight. Just the soft white cotton undershirt carelessly unbuttoned halfway down his pale muscled chest. The shirttails have been pulled out and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. She could smell the firewhiskey he drank and the tired look in his eyes. But there was something else too… Loneliness. Her eyes took advantage of his casually dressed form. She spotted the mark almost instantly and hesitated. He stiffened, her gaze not going unnoticed, angry, he opened his mouth to shout at her. She stayed him.

“Professor, before you become upset, let me explain… I went to the dance alone. I did not find that any wizard suited me to spend Valentines Day with. I wanted a wizard that I could connect with on a deeper level, someone I could have an intelligent conversation with. That kind of wizard would be more appealing to me.” She sighed and shifted uncomfortably in the silver, satin, slip like dress. It hugged her natural curves accentuating all the right places. She looked Delicious.

Severus shook his head. She is a student and it would be unethical. ‘But due to the use of the time turner, she is legally at the age of consent’ a nasty voice reminded him. Severus growled more at his perverted thoughts than at Hermione’s inability to get to the point. “Just get to the point, Ms. Granger.”

She shifted again, “Well, professor, I noticed that you weren’t at the dance, so you didn’t eat dinner. You weren’t at lunch today either, so I went to the kitchens and made you a dinner. I figured you needed to eat and I could use an intelligent conversation.”

Shocked beyond words, Severus just stared at her for a moment. “Ms. Granger, your perceptiveness astounds me and you surprise me with your assertiveness. You are correct in I have not yet eaten, but I would have eventually had a house elf bring me a sandwich. I have better things to do than attend dances.”

“Like drinking firewhiskey and grading papers. You do not fool me professor, you would have been too absorbed in your work to even consider eating. And just drinking alcohol is not healthy. Do not lie to me, I am no fool. I have seen how you grade before.” Severus smirked. The little witch had him there.

“How correct you are Ms. Granger. Thank you for the consideration. Please, if you would like to join me for dinner and a conversation, follow me.” Severus led her back to his study and went straight to his desk, where he straightened and set aside papers. He cleared away his supplies to make room for two dinner settings.

He conjured two place settings and took the bag from Hermione and began dividing up the food. He also found a bottle of finely aged red elf wine in the bag. He uncorked the bottle and poured a considerable amount into two wine glasses. He conjured a second chair for his lovely guest and held it back for her.

Severus gasped when he saw the back of the gown that slung down loosely over her round rear. A split trailed up the back of the dress up to mid-thigh. It left little to the imagination. This gown is far too sexy for a sixth year. She looked over her shoulder, her tousled hair pinned up in a clip, still managed to fall away from her shoulder, exposing the soft skin of her neck. Severus had a burning need to bite, kiss and taste every inch of that vanilla smelling skin.

Hermione saw the burning need in his obsidian eyes as they swept up and down over her body hungrily. She smiled seductively and reached back over her shoulder to run her fingers through his hair. His masculine scent and firewhiskey caressed her nostrils as he stepped into her reaching palm. His hair isn’t as greasy as it appears, just unnaturally smooth and silky. She massaged his scalp and leaned her back against his chest. She heard a groan escape his lips… Lips she wanted to taste.

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Hermione downed the remnants of the firewhiskey in her glass and threw it into the fire with a resounding crash. She pulled the cloak tightly around her, inhaling his musky scent, and stood to enter the room just to the left of the study. Her bare feet connected with the stone floor unnoticed as she approached the large four poster bed with Black sheets and a grey comforter. She turned down the bedding and slid in, longing for the warmth of his body behind her. She snatched his pillow and curled around it, allowing the tears to come.

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And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

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He roughly grabbed a hand full of her downy hair and yanked her head back to claim her lips hungrily. She moaned in pain/pleasure and his lips moved roughly against hers. She felt his tongue slide over her lower lip beckoning access to her hot mouth. When she did not immediately grant him access he ground his turgid erection against her soft rear causing her to gasp. He delved his tongue in and explored every recess in her liquid heat. She moaned again and he felt it vibrate over his own tongue causing him to growl.

They parted gasping desperately for air with hunger deep in their eyes. Everything, school, ethics, adult and student all faded to black. Severus would allow just one night with no inhibitions. He placed his hands on her waist and rubbed little circles. He paused only for a moment, and then smirked.

“You little minx, you’re wearing no underwear. Where do you get off wearing a dress such as this and no underwear to accompany it? You’re definitely not wearing a bra, that much is obvious, but why little witch?” She smiled at the pet name and flushed.

“I hoped to get your attention, professor.” she stated innocently. She flushed deeper and turned to him. His gaze wandered down to her breasts, which were tightly beaded against the thin silver satin. He wanted to taste those nipples.

“Oh, Ms. Granger, you do indeed have my attention. You can have all my attentions.” Her eyes widened at the innuendo. He grinned and swept her into his arms and carried her into his room to the left of his study. He gently laid her into the comforter. Gods she looked like a goddess adorning his blankets. She smiled as he stood and began to slowly undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Eagerly she got to her knees, anxious to learn about a man’s body. She helped him slide it from his shoulders. She felt him tremble beneath her gentle touch.

She trailed her fingers over his chest, stopping at his nipples momentarily before moving into every ridge and contour of his abdomen. Hermione pressed a finger into his belly button and felt him shiver and moan. She looked up to see his head hanging back. Grinning she leaned forward and dipped her tongue into the place her finger had been moments ago. She licked and tasted as she felt him fist a hand in her hair. She looked up again to see only desire in his black eyes. She grabbed the clap of his belt and slid the buckle away slowly. His lids drooped and she felt heartened so she pushed the button from it’s hole and drug the zipper down, being sure to run her palm down his throbbing erection.

Severus hooked his thumbs into the waist of his boxers and pants and slid them from his waist. She gasped as the head of his penis came into view, followed by the rest of the package. (No pun intended.) Eagerly she reached out and ran a gentle finger over the length, and it pulsed in response causing her to jump. Obviously she’d never been with a man before, or she wouldn’t be so interested. “It’s okay, that’s a normal reaction, it doesn’t hurt.” Her whiskey colored eyes widened and she more firmly stroked and stroked, gaining confidence. Severus groaned aloud when she bent to kiss the weeping head, tasting the pre-come.

“More.” He huskily asked, now confident, she obliged. She wrapped her sweet mouth around the pulsing erection, licking and tasting, taking more and more in. She suckled and nipped until he could take no more, yanking her head away before she made him come. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting himself. His hands urgently pulled the dress up and over her head and she now stood in her birthday suit before him, only in ‘fuck me’ silver Stiletto heels. He rubbed his palm over her abdomen as he laid her back down on the bed so he could apply his ministrations upon her.

He took one pert nipple in his mouth, suckling and nipping gently. Her back arched into him wanting him to take more. His nimble fingers dusted over her skin, caressing, pinching and teasing anywhere and every where. She cried out when the reached the little thatch of brown curls at her apex and delved between the folds searching for the elusive bud of nerves. ‘There it is.’ He thought when she bucked off the bed into him screeching. His lips moved lower tasting every inch of skin she had available.

Severus Knelt between her thighs and hoisted up her waist, wrapping her legs over his shoulders. “Open for me Hermione. I want to taste you.” She hesitated before she did as she was told, loving the sound of her given name upon his deep silky voice. Severus inhaled deeply before running his tongue over her opening, and nibbling at her clit.

“Oh gods… Professor, more!” She screamed as he suckled her folds, pulling at them lightly.

“Please, Hermione, Call me by my given name, I already feel like a pedophile.” He thrust his tongue into her opening fucking her as deeply as he could go. Her body quivered around him and he knew she was near a release. He reached his fingers around and stroked and pinched her clit helping it along. He groaned when she tensed, shrieked and came over his tongue his given name falling from her lips. Severus sucked and licked every last drop of her sweet essence as she came down from her high.

Lowering her back to the bed he crawled over her positioning himself over her opening. Her head rose as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. “Oh Severus…”

“Now are you ready for me little witch?” He said, rubbing the head of his cock over her opening. Gods this was pure torture for him, worse than the ‘Cruciatus Curse’. The witch moaned and arched trying to impale herself on him.
“Gods yes Severus, Fuck me now!” The foul language only succeeded in turning him on further, his cock twitched at it. He pushed forward a little to get the head of his cock inside. Gods she was tight, her silky sheathe pulsing around him, adjusting to his wide girth. He nearly cried at the sensation, and pushed a little deeper. The flimsy barrier is the only thing that stood between him and salvation. He met her eyes. Her jaw clenched and she bravely nodded. She knew what to expect.

Severus, wanting it to be quickly done, thrust hard and deep. He barely heard the tiny whimper from the siren beneath him. His throat caught and he wrapped his arms around her, clinging tightly. He murmured consolably in her ear, occasionally pausing to kiss and nip her lobe. All too soon she began to move against him. Smirking he pulled out almost to the tip and slid back in, repeating this slow pace.

“Look at me, Hermione.” Her brandy eyes connected with his. They displayed much emotion from lust, desire, pleasure, pain and… Love? His heart quickened, as did his pace. The witch’s breaths came in pants as her eyes shuttered slightly at each push from him. Severus groaned and encircled his arms around her waist and brought them both to their knees without breaking the connection. She was now free to set her own pace in riding him.

“Severus…” His name falling like chocolate from her cherry lips. She circled her arms around his neck and twisted her hips on him, her breasts swaying slightly. Her movements became frenzied as she reached her pinnacle. Sensing her impending orgasm, He grabbed a hold of her hips to meet her with each of his thrusts. Her fingernails dug into his skin, blood welling. “Oh, Severus!” She screamed as the orgasm struck her so profoundly, her body quivered. In a few more thrusts Severus came, releasing his seed into her pulsating sheath. Pale lips pressed into the hollow on her neck, kissing and licking away the little droplets of sweat.

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I used to be my own protection, but not now
Cause my path had lost direction, somehow

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They had been on the run for months. She and Harry had a snit and he went out for a walk. She knew he wouldn’t be safe, but he had her wand so she’s stuck. Relaxing into one of the lounge chairs, she rummaged through an old yearbook from Hogwarts that she’d borrowed. It was from the 1977-78 school year. Her eyes fell on Sirius’ severely handsome face, to Lily’s green eyes. From James’ devilish smile, to another’s cold black depths. Severus’ eyes haunted her every night since their passionate encounter. She remembered the feel of his scarred skin, his smooth hair and his sensual taste. Hermione blinked back tears as she stroked his photo.

“You do know that that is stealing Ms. Granger.” She squeaked and jumped up so quickly, the yearbook tumbled to the floor. She reached in her pocket instinctively for her wand but found it empty. A deep silky voice came from the shadows, “I should punish you for stealing from the school. But seeing as you are no longer a student, taking points would be fruitless.” Severus stepped forward and braced himself as she threw herself into his arms. She sobbed deeply onto his winter cloak, clutching him tightly. Then she proceeded to hit him on the chest, yelling, crying and screaming obscenities at him. He took the beating quietly, he’s had much worse.

“You bastard… How could you? I trusted you! How could you kill Dumbledore like that?! I should kill you, hate you but I can’t…” Her voice trembled and she looked up at him, tears falling freely.

“And why is that Hermione?” He brushed his palm over her cheek.

“I… I can’t because… I love you Severus.” His heart clenched at her admission. He stared into her eyes and saw the emotion reflecting brightly. He lowered and pressed his cold lips to hers, wanting confirmation from the enticing witch. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. His arms wrapped about her waist and pulled her body firmly against him, grinding his evident erection into her pelvis. He felt her moan against his lips.

They became frenzied, tearing into each other’s clothing, both panting with need. Severus pushed her down onto one of the mattresses, his fingertips brushing her opening. His fingers came away soaked with her need. Severus licked his fingers clean and teased her opening hit the head of his cock. Watching her writhe beneath him had become a favorite of his.

Hermione’s nails bit into his shoulders, “Severus, I need you, now! Harry will be back soon!” She shrieked when he plunged into her, thrusting hard. Her back arched into him as he set a hurried and hard pace. Severus tried to communicate with her every emotion he held for her in each thrust. His lips found her neck and spread kisses and nips all along her shoulder.

All too soon it came to a close and she screamed her climax, forcing him to follow. He howled her name as he pumped his seed into her willing body. He kissed her over and over before standing and scourgifying their bodies. He quickly pulled on his clothing and helped her into her own. Their lips came together once more and she felt something being pressed into her palm before he disapparated.

Hermione looked at the odd package, being a small box wrapped in brown paper. on the top she noticed his hurried scrawl.

“Happy belated Valentines Day, Hermione…” She snorted, ‘Yeah, three months belated.’ Hermione wiped away the tears that pricked her eyes and she carefully pulled the paper away, not wanting to tear it. The little silver box opened to reveal a platinum pendant in the shape of a heart. Around the edge was a platinum little snake with Emerald eyes, slithering between a small row of Rubies and Diamonds. Her breath caught and she lifted the pendant from the box to secure it around her slender neck. She smiled to herself, stroking the precious gift thinking, ‘He loves me too.’

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Hermione tossed and turned in his bed dreaming her memories. Her body covered in sweat. Her breath came in hurried gasps and moans as the worst memory settled into her minds eye.

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Black wind took you away, from sight
And held the darkness over day, that night

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She, Harry and Ron watched in silence from the passage as Lord Voldemort and Severus conversed. She watched in horror as the monster forced his familiar onto Severus.

“Kill, Nagini” Harry heard and gasped in horror. He’s said it in Parseltongue.

Harry saw Hermione clasp her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming as the great snake sunk it’s teeth into the Potion’s Master’s neck. Harry watched as Severus’ skin separated from his neck, leaving a gaping hole. Voldemort laughed evilly and disapparated. The three launched from their hideout and rushed to the professor’s side. Hermione sobbed as she watched him writhe on the floor, his breathing crackly from the blood. Harry knelt low over the professor and Severus fisted his bloody hand into Harry’s shirtfront and pulled him close.

Hermione watched as silvery tendrils of his memories floated into the little phial he’d conjured. The blood pool beneath him continued to grow bigger. His obsidian eyes flicked to her and stared, communicating silently. An array of emotions passed over his face and he returned his gaze to Harry. He pulled Harry closer and spoke his last three words.

“Look at me.”

Harry watched as the life left his black eyes. Severus’ body relaxed beneath him and Harry truly saw the hated professor at peace. He could hear Hermione sobbing with Ron holding her tightly. He knew what to do with these memories. They must hold the answer. “C’mon. We have to go…” He and Ron went down the trap door and waited for Hermione. Harry saw what looked like love communicating between Snape and Hermione; he knew to give her a moment.

She knelt into the pool of life that sat below her lover’s body. Her chin wobbled as she closed his blank eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed her lips to his for on last kiss. She took his wand and stood to join the others, vowing to return for his body.

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The morning air is bitingly cold and the dark clouds overhead didn’t look promising. She dressed in a black gown, pinning her hair back, just like it was exactly two years ago. She slipped on the winter cloak that he’d worn last year and magicked it to fit a little better. The gown she wore is an exact replica of the silver one she wore in their first encounter. Now it was accompanied with long black gloves and knee high boots. The only other thing she wore is the pendant he gave her last year.

A knock came from the door and Harry stood with a fur throw blanket bundle in his dress robes. She took his arm and he led her to the funeral procession outside the lake. Harry directed her to the front row and handed her the squirming bundle and sat by her side. He smiled reassuringly at her and ran a palm over her cheek. “I would chance a bet that he’s admiring you right now ‘Moine.”

Her only response was a single tear and a passing of her hand over Severus’ baby. For today is February 14th. Valentines Day.

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And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
And the ground below grew colder
As they put you down inside
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

So now you're gone, and I was wrong
I never knew what it was like, to be alone

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(I used to be my own protection, but not now)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(I used to be my own protection, but not now)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)

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The End


A/N So tell me what you think... every time i hear that son i cry my eyes out, it's so sad. let me know! I love reviews.