Letter to Hermione.
Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable, this was inspired by the the song Letter to Hermione by the fabulous David Bowie.
I know that this has been done a few times before but this came to me while I was listening to the song and procrastinating on my other stories, I hope you enjoy it. Xx
Severus sighed as he saw his apprentice of two years asleep over her books again, she had been researching the effects of the cruciatus curse non stop for the last three weeks as they were working on a reversal potion together, closing the massive text book that lay open in front of her, he gently picked her up as if she weighed a bag of feathers and carried her through to his sitting room.
He levitated her for a couple of seconds while he smoothed and fluffed the pillow before placing her softly on the couch, he reached out and tucked a long errant curl which had fallen across her face behind her ear, feeling himself automatically going to stroke her soft cheek he clenched his fist and strode off to fetch her a blanket from his bedroom just to ward off any chill she might feel when she woke up.
Grabbing a thick woolen blanket off his bed he returned and tucked it round her trying desperately to ignore the shot of lust to his loins that was caused by her subconsciously sniffing the blanket, giving an appreciative little moan and snuggling in deeper to the blanket as if trying to submerge herself in it's smell.
"Sweet dreams my love" he whispered as he left the room to enter his study, sitting down at his desk and began to do what he always did when his feelings for Hermione threatened to escape from where he kept them hidden every day.
He could pinpoint the exact day and time he fell in love with his apprentice Hermione Granger, they had been working together for about six months when they'd both been invited to a ministry ball and as neither had a date due to Ron being out of the country, they had decided to go together as colleagues, as he arrived at her apartment the door opened and he was floored by the vision of loveliness before his eyes, he stood before her speechless and instantly lost his heart to this amazing witch as she quipped
"Who'd of thought that the snarky potions professor with a sarcastic comment for every occasion could be speechless, it must be magic" her soft brown eyes twinkling with amusement.
Severus laughed at the memory, the evening had started so well they had danced a couple of dances and then spent the rest of the evening chatting about potions when suddenly his night was ruined and his heart shattered as the ginger menace appeared from nowhere and swung her round in his arms
"How's my favorite bookworm? Did you miss me? Of course you did what a stupid question" the dunderhead said. Hermione flashed him an apologetic glance and mouthed the word sorry as she allowed herself to be pulled across the room to stand and look pretty while he talked shop with some bigwig Quidditch managers, trying to keep up a facade Severus mingled quietly for a couple more hours and every so often he would catch her looking longingly at him but whenever she caught him looking she would immediately put up a blank mask, smile politely and turn back to whatever mindless conversation Ron was having.
At the end of the evening just as Severus was leaving he heard her laughing, turning to see what she found so amusing he saw Ron swing her out at the end of the song before before bringing her in for a deep kiss. Scowling at the sight he had quickly left the ball and found the nearest bar to drown his sorrows in.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts Severus pulled out a piece of crisp white parchment, a quill made from one of Fawkes tail feathers that he used only for writing these letters, and a pot of ink and began once more to pour his heart and his emotions out onto the parchment via the jet black ink.
Dearest Hermione,
In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you, I have loved yo
"Severus"
He stopped writing as he heard his name being spoken and quickly vanished the parchment back to his hidden drawer where he kept every letter he had ever written her and not sent and went to see if she was awake.
Leaning against the doorway he saw that she was still fast asleep, thinking maybe he was hearing things he went to pour himself a glass of water when he heard her speak again.
"Severus please" she whispered
Looking over the side of the sofa he watched as she rolled over and wrapped the blanket even more tightly around her and a flicker of hope in his heart burst into a flame and he went back into his study to finish the one letter he was going to send.
A./N: I hoped you liked this story as much as I liked writing it, I give all credit to the Fabulous David Bowie and Jane Austen for helping to feed my plot bunnies.
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