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Make Love not War
'Go! Get out!' She moved towards him like a mad woman, her fists clenched, eyes alight with fire. Picking up a plate on the table that held the remains of dinner she hurled it towards his head.
He grabbed her wrists as she reached to pick up another plate.
'Don't do this, please Hermione, don't do this.'
'You did this Severus. You did this to us, not me, you.'
She sank to her knees, tears falling silently against her pale face. 'How could you do this to me.'
He sat down beside her and tried to hold her. She fought against his arms but it was to no avail. Screaming, she beat his chest, 'I loved you!'
'I'm sorry Hermione.' He let her hit him, again and again until she had no more strength and sank against him, defeated.
'Get out.' She whispered.
He tried to kiss her forehead but she pushed him away.
Picking up his coat he looked at her one last time before walking out the door.
You could almost hear her heart break in two. One part left with him, that part he would have for ever. It belonged to him. The other half, which remained with her, was worthless without it. She was pointless without him. Her very existence seemed futile. He was her as she was him. They were made for each other, soul mates and now he was gone.
She continued to lie on the floor, the pain of her shattered heart too much to bare. She let out a gut wrenching cry, letting her pain fill the room that held so many memories. Through his own decisions he had ruined them and all that they had. Now she was left alone and lying on the floor of the house they had bought together after they had gotten married. Ten years together, ten years of marital bliss gone in an instant because of the man she loved.
She must have fallen asleep because when her eyes opened it was light outside. Her back ached from the hard wooden floor, but that was nothing compared to how her heart felt. People say that in the light of day things never seem as bad. But as Hermione assessed the situation her stomach knotted and she barely made it to the toilet in time to get sick. Lying on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor she remembered the time she got food poisoning.
They had just been out to celebrate Harry and Ginny's five year anniversary. The whole gang had gone out to this new sea food restaurant together and had enjoyed a wonderful, champagne filled evening. Severus hadn't been able to come because of his work at the Ministry and Hermione had been eager to get home to her loving husband after spending an evening with six other couples. But by the time she got home, the food poisoning from the shellfish she had eaten had already kicked in and instead of spending the night making love, she lay on the bathroom floor with her head in her husbands lap. He had held her head back as she threw up in the toilet and soothingly murmured loving nonsense to her while placing a wet cloth on her head.
The thought of that evening and of how good he had been made her feel sick again and she sat up just in time.
Crawling back into bed, Hermione grabbed the box of tissues and threw the duvet over her shaking body. There was no imprint of his body in the bed, but his scent was still there. Hermione loved how he smelled. It was his unique scent. She wasn't sure if it was his own body odour or the cologne he mixed at home in his laboratory. But what ever it was, it was his and she knew she would never find it any where else.
As she lay there her mind wandered back to the time when they had first made love. Though she wished she could say he was her first, she couldn't as Viktor Krum had fumbled around and gotten there first.
But none the less she counted it as her first because of how wonderful it had been.
It had been five months after they had begun dating. Always the gentleman, he had never once pressured her or even encouraged to some extent that they should. Instead it had been her who invited him back to her apartment in London. She cooked them dinner and afterwards they sat in front of the artificial fire with a bottle of red wine to relax the nerves. No matter how many times you have sex, the first time with each person is nerve wrecking and exciting.
As the evening wound down, they made their way to the bedroom. He kissed her softly and carefully, as if she were a china doll that could easily be broken. He was so tender her heart melted a little bit. His body, though slightly thin, was muscular in an athletic way. There were lines and crevices that seemed chiselled into his body by Michelangelo himself. The contrast of the dark black hair against his pale white skin was breath taking. As he undressed her, he murmured encouragingly, his deep baritone voice touching and caressing her body in a way unimaginable.
His eyes drank her in as if she were a Goddess. He worshipped her body that night, leaving no inch of skin un touched. When he finally penetrated her she felt complete. He completed her. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled out before pushing back in, making her whimper with need. She wanted him to be rough with her, to bring her to climax quickly but he wanted to prolong the experience. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, they made love for the first time, softly and gently. They came together and when she closed her eyes to feel all she could feel he commanded her to open them, that just did it for him, eye contact.
Afterwards he held her as they drifted off to sleep, planting soft kisses on her fore head. In the morning when she woke he wasn't there. Panicking, Hermione leapt out of bed still naked and rushed into the kitchen to find him clad in his trousers and cooking breakfast. Her faced had flushed with embarrassment but Severus merely let out a deep chuckle before crossing the room and encasing her in his arms. He barely remembered to turn off the cooker before they made it back to the bedroom.
But now as she lay in bed, there was no one to hold her, no one to make her breakfast and no one to make love to her.
Her husband, Severus Snape, was now enlisted as a General to fight in the Great Battle against the Voldemort Uprising. He would be making her a widow at thirty two. All because he had decided he had to. The cause was more important then their life together and she would pay the price.
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