Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling and sadly, I am not she. If I was, Severus would be alive, Lily would not have been the love of his life and Hermione would have been and they would have had tonnes of kids which would then lead onto a Severus/Hermione mini series!lol
Only the plot belongs to me.
Note: writing in italics below are internal thoughts of the characters/letter content.
Please review: it is appreciated. I'd appreciate more in the way of reviews so I know if you guys like what I am doing, or indeed if you have any ideas that you would like me to consider writing into the plot. Not compliant at all to the books, so please don't feel the need to point it out. You're reading a Severus/Hermione ship…that is not in any way compliant to begin with so if you don't like the things I invent or twist within the story to suit my plot, please move on to some other story. I appreciate constructive criticism, I know that my stories will not be perfect but I can only try my best and hope it pleases. I am only human after all.
As with all my fics this will be rated M – just a wee warning in advance.
A special Happy Birthday to Mr Alan Rickman who epitomised Severus Snape so well that he turned the surly Potions Master into a sex symbol (or he is in my eyes anyway) so I've decided to give Severus some boob for his birthday haha! Enjoy!
So, many happy returns Alan, 66 today and Still freakin' hot!
Remus walked around the halls of Hogwarts, his brow creased in thought. He could not believe that Bellatrix Le Strange had set foot back in the school and harmed one of his colleagues. It made him feel uneasy and angry. She had successfully destroyed the life he had built with Tonks and now it seemed the psycho was hell bent on doing the same to Severus and Hermione.
At least she didn't Avada him…unfortunately my lovely wife was not as lucky. He thought sadly.
What made the whole situation more tragic to him was that Hermione and Severus had not admitted their feelings for each other to one another, despite it being painfully obvious to anyone within a 2 mile radius of the couple. Even when they were arguing, you could feel the sexual and passionate tension radiate from both of them. Remus smiled thinking of the awkward pair, he remembered one particular argument they both had, and their insults were amusing to say the least;
"Bloody Gryffindor Know-it-all…sticking your nose in where it…is…not…needed!" Severus hissed.
Hermione marched up to him, hands on her hips looking slightly like a young Molly Weasley; "I was not sticking my nose in! I was simply concerned! Well do not bloody fear Severus Snape, that is the last bloody time I will ever help you!"
"You are my apprentice silly girl, it is your job to help me!" He replied with a smirk.
"Bugger you, you miserable bastard. I'd rather clean flobberworm guts from first year cauldrons before I help you again!" She was red in the face and breathing heavy. Remus was sure that they were going to stomp closer to each other and kiss passionately but they continued to insult one another.
"Oh you'll be doing just that. Flobberworm duty has now been taken from my delightful detentions and saved just for you…the lovely Hermione Granger." Severus sneered; he was almost nose to nose with her now.
"Fuck you Snape. I swear if I wasn't your apprentice I would have punched in that overly large nose of yours by now!"
"Yes, well Miss Granger and I would have, no doubt, smacked your overly large arse in return." He snapped.
Hermione stared at him with wide eyes and an even wider mouth, "You think my arse is fat!" She sounded almost hurt and Severus had the decency to look somewhat regretful for his remark.
"No, there is nothing wrong with it…um…I mean…it was said in the heat of the moment…um…look perhaps I over-reacted. Please, in future do not touch my pop tarts..I prefer them burnt." Severus said, somewhat calmer.
Hermione nodded and sucked in a shaky breath, "I only touched it because I thought it was burning. I didn't know you like them burnt… you really think my arse is overly large?" She asked with a frown.
Remus saw Severus eye him warily before he looked back to Hermione, "There is nothing on your person that is overly large Hermione…you are perfectly proportioned for your height."
Remus could tell that Severus wanted to say more to Hermione but chose not to. He could see the bone in Severus's jaw clench hard and his hands ball into fists in frustration. Hermione seemed elated at Severus's back-handed compliment and sighed in what seemed like relief before the pair left the staffroom for the laboratories in the dungeons.
Remus shook his head at the memory, "Only those two could argue about bloody pop tarts." He muttered to himself. He found himself at the library and decided to go inside and find himself a decent book to read in bed that night. Since the re-appearance of Bellatrix, his sleep had been somewhat stunted the last few nights.
As he walked towards the muggle fiction section of the library, he was met by the sight of curly, long hair pooling over a mahogany table, surrounded by large tomes. Hermione was sleeping deeply atop of a pile of parchment, quill poised in mid sentence.
Poor thing, she's working herself ragged. If there was any doubt that she loved him before now, it has certainly been quashed now. He thought as he pried the quill from her small, delicate hand. He gently nudged her awake.
"Hermione…wake up little one."
Her brow creased as her eyes began to slowly ease themselves open, "Remus? What are you doing in my bedroom? Is Severus ok?" She sat up quickly in a panic.
Remus laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Calm down Hermione. Severus is fine, you fell asleep in the library." He chuckled at her obvious relief.
She really does love him. He thought fondly as he sat down beside her.
"You are working yourself too much Hermione. I know you want to help Severus, but he needs you to be at your best. It isn't safe for you to be here by yourself with that psychopath on the loose. Please don't be out after curfew, I'll do any patrols from now on and no late night studying…agreed?" He said kindly.
Hermione sighed and huffed slightly, "I can take her on if she shows up…but I'll cease my wanderings if it makes you rest easier. How are you holding up anyway? Having Bellatrix back on the scene can't be easy for you either…"
Remus smiled at her widely. "Only you could be in the middle of personal turmoil and think to ask how I am doing. You are an exceptionally caring person, Severus is a lucky man indeed."
Hermione snorted, "Yeah whatever Lupin…answer my question."
"I am fine, Hermione. Really. Her entry into our lives has opened some rather sore wounds but…I know Dora would want me to remain strong for her memory and for our little Teddy, of course."
"I am guessing that you have Teddy under supervision…just in case?" Hermione asked concerned.
Remus ran a shaky hand through his sandy locks, "Yes, tucked safely away. I didn't want to take any chances…should his great aunt decide she wanted to visit him."
"I think he will be safe enough, I think she is hell bent on punishing Severus…and me. I can't think of two people she would hate more, save Dumbledore…but as we know, Severus beat her to that. Thank heavens for small mercies huh? No doubt she would have made him suffer." She smiled slightly as she looked into the burning fire in front of them.
"I just hope I won't let Severus down, Remus. He means everything to me." She said sadly.
"You will figure this out Hermione. If anyone can, it's you. Albus always believed love to be the strongest of magics, you and Severus have that in oodles."
Hermione smiled at the werewolf sadly and squeezed his shoulder in comfort before she left the library.
"Get some sleep Remus, lord knows we need you to be on your A game until she has been caught."
Severus left Albus behind in the vision and somehow stormed his way into another one. He found himself in a steamy room, the heat in the air was almost unbearable.
Am I in a sauna? He thought as he tried to see through the steam.
He cautiously walked further into the room but stopped abruptly when he heard a soft sigh from the back of the room. The steam soon cleared and he was rewarded with a sight of such beauty he could hardly breathe. In front of him was Hermione Granger, naked as the day she was born in a soapy bathtub. His hands balled into fists to stop himself from reaching out a touching her soft and perfect skin. He had never seen her look so wanton; her hair piled ontop of her head in a messy bun, ringlets framing her face, cheeks red with the heat of the water, eyes closed, head thrown back against the tub. In a word: perfect.
He went to step closer when he heard something that almost made his head explode;
"Oh Severus...yesss..."
What the fuck? He thought frantically. Oh geez...she is mast...oh my gods and goddesses she is! Hermione 'innocent little Gryffindor Princess' Granger is touching herself...thinking about me! He almost felt like throwing his fist in the air and shouting "Hell yeah!"
He knew he should walk away. This was a private moment for Hermione and he did feel somewhat uncomfortable invading the privacy of that particular memory. His Slytherin side basically, did not give a shit.
"Oh yesss…mmm…gosh Severus…touch me…yes like that..make…make me cum…" she moaned breathlessly.
Severus felt himself spring to attention at her words, he could hardly believe that she found his desirable enough to want to masturbate thinking about or that he was currently privy to how she looked whilst in the midst of such an act. He gingerly brought out his painfully stiff erection and began stroking it while he watched her. He couldn't help but feel positively naughty.
Dumbledore isn't here…and no one can see me. This isn't real, this is just something my brain has cooked up for my entertainment…I think. Gods look at those beautiful tits, all soapy and jiggling with the beat of her heart. I can't believe she would want me…she's just superb…sublime…and soon, she will be mine. If only the bathwater were clear, I could get a better view of her sweet…warm…delicious…
"Severus! You have to wake up!" He heard Hermione say, but it wasn't the Hermione who was currently diddling herself in the tub before him. The voice was muffled, as if underwater but it was unmistakably Hermione.
He turned to look behind him only to find himself back in his study, cock in hand. He tutted and rolled his eyes before tucking himself and the memories of what he had just seen away for later.
He heard the muffled voice once again, "Severus…if you can hear me, show me…I need you."
He sat down in his favourite wing-backed chair and concentrated hard, trying his damndest to give Hermione some sort of sign that he could hear her.
Hermione went to see Severus after her chat with Remus and she felt totally useless due to her failure to crack the mystery of what was wrong with Severus. She sat on the edge of his bed with tears in her eyes.
"Severus! You have to wake up!" She sobbed as she held his hand tightly in her own.
She almost hopped off the bed when she saw his jaw twitch. It was the first sign of movement she had seen from him since he had been found cursed. Silently hoping that she had not imagined it, she spoke to him loudly again.
"Severus…if you can hear me, show me…I need you." She waited for a moment or two watching him with interest, begging for him to show her he was somehow alive within the shell in front of her.
Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she began to rise from the bed to return to her room where she would no doubt cry herself to sleep.
Her departure, however, was delayed as Severus Snape grabbed hold of her hand in an iron grip. His eyes were still closed but now she had hope. She smiled at him before her mind began working overtime.
He's still there, trapped inside his body. It must be horrible to be trapped like that. Like being buried alive…like the living dead…living...dead….she couldn't have slipped him that, could she?
She looked at Severus's sleeping form and everything clicked into place.
"Poppy…I need your help! I think I might have an idea as to what she did to Severus!" She exclaimed.
Elsewhere in the castle, a dark figure with a pair of black and wicked eyes watched Remus from the shadows with an evil smirk on their face.
"Time to put the doggy down, me thinks! " The figure whispered in glee.
a/n: please review, it is much appreciated.