Hey everyone, I'm kinda nervous cuz its my first time to post anything. I'm
really glad if you like it, and if you don't….well, you s***, lol, sorry
I'm j/k. and to let everyone know I write for myself, not to please people.
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*Willow Angel*
Feelings for a Death Eater
" Hermione, what is up with you?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows while openly chewing his chicken. I sighed and looked away from the ceiling, which was currently an ominous gray color, reflecting my mood.
"Nothing Ron," I sat my fork on the side of my plate, my food barely touched.
"I'm just not feeling very well," I rubbed my temples, glancing up at the head table of the Great Hall. All the teachers were there, every one of them except Snape. He had been gone all last night, today, and still wasn't back, causing his classes to be canceled.
"I think I'm going to bed, kay?" I glanced Harry who had a strange expression on his face.
"What." I asked.
" 'Mione', are you sure you're all right, you look bloody awful?" his brow creased slightly, and I almost wanted to laugh, almost. My mouth twitched into a half smile and I gave Harry a tight hug, letting out a shuddering breath. He was such good friend, as was Ron, I loved them both dearly. He returned the hug with an equally strong one, and I wanted to cry from all my confusion and worry.
"I'm fine Harry, I swear," I pulled away slowly from his embrace and poked him on the shoulder.
"You worry to much," he knew me too well, but I had to put on an act, I could never tell Ron or him my secret.
"I have a right to, you know," he gave me a grim smile, and I knew he was talking about Voldemort. He hugged me again, whispering, "Take care of yourself, then he turned to Ron and began to talk about Quiditch.
I pushed away from the table and walked away from my two best friends. I looked around the main entrance making sure no one as around, then made my way down the steps leading to the dungeons, casting eerie shadows along the dimly lit passageway. Being alone in the hallways made me feel unnerved, and I wanted to get to Severus' room as quickly as possible. I slipped into his classroom successfully, pulling my wand out of my robes and muttering a few words and my wand lit the room in one large sliver shadow. I quickly walked over to the far wall, and pushed a black tapestry away. I felt along the wall till I came along a bumpy stone, and gently probed it with my fingers till I felt the tiny latch. I pressed it, and the wall melted away into a door. I took a small silver key from around my neck and slipped it into the keyhole, turned it, and quickly entered Severus' personal chambers.
The fireplace was lit, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with his presence. I took a deep breath and slipped out of my school robes and bent over and untied my shoes, and left them by the closed door. Severus' study was very comfortable with a large hearth, a thick, soft rug, a few winged back chairs, and several bookcases and cabinets. I waked across the room to his bedroom, and opened the door, wishing with all my heart that Severus was in bed, but I knew he wasn't. The fire was also lit and I walked over to his closest where I kept some of my clothing from home, and took out my dark blue fuzzy slippers that were enchanted so that they sparkled, then put them on. I turned his bed down, and smoothed my fingers over his black sheets, my eyes welling up with tears. I really did miss him. I grabbed an extra blanket off the end of Severus' bed, and I left the bedroom, closing the door softly. I walked over to his desk where I shuffled through the many stacks of papers until I found the second years essays on: truth potions throughout history. I knew he would be stressed when he got back so I sat to the task of straightening his desk and grading the essays. My head was really aching when I was done with the essays, I didn't know how Severus graded all those papers by reading everyone of them.
I walked over to the desk and laid the papers down, and picked up a potions book Severus had been reading. I glanced over my shoulder at the blanket and my wand, and smiled. I would just curl up on the floor while reading the book.
After I got comfortable, I lost my interest in the book, and stared at the fire. I knew I was beginning to drift off to sleep, but I couldn't help it. I really wanted to stay up and be awake when Severus got back, but my eyes wouldn't stay open. My last thoughts just before I went to sleep were full of questions, as tears slipped through my closed lids.
What if Severus was hurt or even worse dead? Where was he, and when he got back to Hogwarts would he be hurt? What would Harry and Ron do when they found out I was really good friends with Severus Snape? Would they even try to understand? Some times I wasn't sure if Severus only wanted my friendship or more. I loved him as a friend, right? Nothing other than that, but I could always see the faint trace of him wanting more, and I sometimes became confused wondering if I wanted more than just friendship too. So many what ifs, what woulds, and would theys, I was terribly confused. My eyes drifted shut, and my hand instinctively clutched my wand as I curled up on the rug, crying because of the loneliness I felt.
* * * * * *
A shadow loomed over me, as I buried my head deeper into the rug.
"Hermione, love, be still," someone spoke. I could feel someone gently grab hold of my arms and lift me. I snuggled into the persons embrace and took a deep breath; it was Severus.
"Here we go, love," I was placed down on what felt like the bed.
"Severus?" I asked sleepily, trying to make my eyes focus.
"Close your eyes, Hermione, sleep," he leaned over and kissed my forehead, and I could see a streak of blood over his left eyebrow.
"You're hurt," I mumbled, trying to reach up and touch the gash that was dripping blood onto his sheets.
"It's nothing," he said, absently pushing my arm down to my side.
"Goodnight, close your eyes,"
I closed my eyes obediently, but I still felt him near me, watching me. I was so tired though….
"Severus, I …" my words became slurred, and my vision faded to black.
"I love you Hermione."
Those were the last words I heard him say to me before I went to sleep, but I wouldn't remember them in the morning.
Luv
*Willow Angel*
Feelings for a Death Eater
" Hermione, what is up with you?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows while openly chewing his chicken. I sighed and looked away from the ceiling, which was currently an ominous gray color, reflecting my mood.
"Nothing Ron," I sat my fork on the side of my plate, my food barely touched.
"I'm just not feeling very well," I rubbed my temples, glancing up at the head table of the Great Hall. All the teachers were there, every one of them except Snape. He had been gone all last night, today, and still wasn't back, causing his classes to be canceled.
"I think I'm going to bed, kay?" I glanced Harry who had a strange expression on his face.
"What." I asked.
" 'Mione', are you sure you're all right, you look bloody awful?" his brow creased slightly, and I almost wanted to laugh, almost. My mouth twitched into a half smile and I gave Harry a tight hug, letting out a shuddering breath. He was such good friend, as was Ron, I loved them both dearly. He returned the hug with an equally strong one, and I wanted to cry from all my confusion and worry.
"I'm fine Harry, I swear," I pulled away slowly from his embrace and poked him on the shoulder.
"You worry to much," he knew me too well, but I had to put on an act, I could never tell Ron or him my secret.
"I have a right to, you know," he gave me a grim smile, and I knew he was talking about Voldemort. He hugged me again, whispering, "Take care of yourself, then he turned to Ron and began to talk about Quiditch.
I pushed away from the table and walked away from my two best friends. I looked around the main entrance making sure no one as around, then made my way down the steps leading to the dungeons, casting eerie shadows along the dimly lit passageway. Being alone in the hallways made me feel unnerved, and I wanted to get to Severus' room as quickly as possible. I slipped into his classroom successfully, pulling my wand out of my robes and muttering a few words and my wand lit the room in one large sliver shadow. I quickly walked over to the far wall, and pushed a black tapestry away. I felt along the wall till I came along a bumpy stone, and gently probed it with my fingers till I felt the tiny latch. I pressed it, and the wall melted away into a door. I took a small silver key from around my neck and slipped it into the keyhole, turned it, and quickly entered Severus' personal chambers.
The fireplace was lit, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with his presence. I took a deep breath and slipped out of my school robes and bent over and untied my shoes, and left them by the closed door. Severus' study was very comfortable with a large hearth, a thick, soft rug, a few winged back chairs, and several bookcases and cabinets. I waked across the room to his bedroom, and opened the door, wishing with all my heart that Severus was in bed, but I knew he wasn't. The fire was also lit and I walked over to his closest where I kept some of my clothing from home, and took out my dark blue fuzzy slippers that were enchanted so that they sparkled, then put them on. I turned his bed down, and smoothed my fingers over his black sheets, my eyes welling up with tears. I really did miss him. I grabbed an extra blanket off the end of Severus' bed, and I left the bedroom, closing the door softly. I walked over to his desk where I shuffled through the many stacks of papers until I found the second years essays on: truth potions throughout history. I knew he would be stressed when he got back so I sat to the task of straightening his desk and grading the essays. My head was really aching when I was done with the essays, I didn't know how Severus graded all those papers by reading everyone of them.
I walked over to the desk and laid the papers down, and picked up a potions book Severus had been reading. I glanced over my shoulder at the blanket and my wand, and smiled. I would just curl up on the floor while reading the book.
After I got comfortable, I lost my interest in the book, and stared at the fire. I knew I was beginning to drift off to sleep, but I couldn't help it. I really wanted to stay up and be awake when Severus got back, but my eyes wouldn't stay open. My last thoughts just before I went to sleep were full of questions, as tears slipped through my closed lids.
What if Severus was hurt or even worse dead? Where was he, and when he got back to Hogwarts would he be hurt? What would Harry and Ron do when they found out I was really good friends with Severus Snape? Would they even try to understand? Some times I wasn't sure if Severus only wanted my friendship or more. I loved him as a friend, right? Nothing other than that, but I could always see the faint trace of him wanting more, and I sometimes became confused wondering if I wanted more than just friendship too. So many what ifs, what woulds, and would theys, I was terribly confused. My eyes drifted shut, and my hand instinctively clutched my wand as I curled up on the rug, crying because of the loneliness I felt.
* * * * * *
A shadow loomed over me, as I buried my head deeper into the rug.
"Hermione, love, be still," someone spoke. I could feel someone gently grab hold of my arms and lift me. I snuggled into the persons embrace and took a deep breath; it was Severus.
"Here we go, love," I was placed down on what felt like the bed.
"Severus?" I asked sleepily, trying to make my eyes focus.
"Close your eyes, Hermione, sleep," he leaned over and kissed my forehead, and I could see a streak of blood over his left eyebrow.
"You're hurt," I mumbled, trying to reach up and touch the gash that was dripping blood onto his sheets.
"It's nothing," he said, absently pushing my arm down to my side.
"Goodnight, close your eyes,"
I closed my eyes obediently, but I still felt him near me, watching me. I was so tired though….
"Severus, I …" my words became slurred, and my vision faded to black.
"I love you Hermione."
Those were the last words I heard him say to me before I went to sleep, but I wouldn't remember them in the morning.