Love Is....
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,678
Reviews:
9
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.
Love Is....
Severus couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, her face swam into view, so he had given up trying and climbed back out of bed to get a drink.
Severus was staring into the fire, trying not to think about her. He wanted her back home where she belonged. With him. Safe.
He closed his eyes and sipped at his cup of bitter, black coffee. He grimaced slightly and wished he had decided to have tea instead. Opening his eyes again, he glanced down at his free hand, which was resting softly in his lap. He remembered how tightly she had squeezed it, how trusting her gaze had been, and how her eyes sparkled as she had begun to cry.
Severus sighed and made a decision. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and placed his undrinkable coffee on a side table, then stepped into the fireplace.
‘St Mungo’s,’ he stated firmly.
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He paced down the quiet corridor, his face set with determined resolve.
‘Professor,’ the Medi-witch named Nancy smiled a little as he walked into the ward.
‘I wish to see her,’ he murmured.
‘She is sleeping, I think. I’ll just check,’ she said.
The witch walked to a small room to the left of the main door and tapped gently before opening it and looking in.
Severus looked at her hopefully and she turned and nodded to him. He sighed and relaxed a little as he walked in the room.
‘She’s just waking up,’ the witch murmured, smiling at him.
Severus didn’t respond. His eyes were firmly fixed on the bed and he walked slowly towards it. He could see she was till sleeping.
‘Hermione,’ he whispered softly.
‘I knew you couldn’t stay away. Here, you hold her for a while,’ Hermione smiled up at her husband.
Severus smiled at her warmly, and lifted his new daughter to cradle her in the crook of his arm. He gazed down at her soft face and her shock of dark, spiky hair, stroking her cheek slightly with his fingertip. A small hand poked out from the soft green blanket and grabbed hold of the finger tightly.
She squeezed it, and started to cry.
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Not my usual but it was buzzing around for a while.....
Severus was staring into the fire, trying not to think about her. He wanted her back home where she belonged. With him. Safe.
He closed his eyes and sipped at his cup of bitter, black coffee. He grimaced slightly and wished he had decided to have tea instead. Opening his eyes again, he glanced down at his free hand, which was resting softly in his lap. He remembered how tightly she had squeezed it, how trusting her gaze had been, and how her eyes sparkled as she had begun to cry.
Severus sighed and made a decision. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and placed his undrinkable coffee on a side table, then stepped into the fireplace.
‘St Mungo’s,’ he stated firmly.
***********
He paced down the quiet corridor, his face set with determined resolve.
‘Professor,’ the Medi-witch named Nancy smiled a little as he walked into the ward.
‘I wish to see her,’ he murmured.
‘She is sleeping, I think. I’ll just check,’ she said.
The witch walked to a small room to the left of the main door and tapped gently before opening it and looking in.
Severus looked at her hopefully and she turned and nodded to him. He sighed and relaxed a little as he walked in the room.
‘She’s just waking up,’ the witch murmured, smiling at him.
Severus didn’t respond. His eyes were firmly fixed on the bed and he walked slowly towards it. He could see she was till sleeping.
‘Hermione,’ he whispered softly.
‘I knew you couldn’t stay away. Here, you hold her for a while,’ Hermione smiled up at her husband.
Severus smiled at her warmly, and lifted his new daughter to cradle her in the crook of his arm. He gazed down at her soft face and her shock of dark, spiky hair, stroking her cheek slightly with his fingertip. A small hand poked out from the soft green blanket and grabbed hold of the finger tightly.
She squeezed it, and started to cry.
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Not my usual but it was buzzing around for a while.....