Authors Notes: These characters are JK Rowling's, not mine…I'm just giving them a different ending.
Blissful sleep By: Sage Spelling
Chapter 21-Severus's Blissful Dream
~Severus~
When he woke up she was clinging to him as she slept. He'd had another nightmare and his body was trembling and his heart was beating rapidly. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and placed his face in her hair hoping the scent and warmth of her would take the horrid images from his mind. Tears ran down his eyes and he was glad that she was asleep so that she would not see them. He cursed himself for not taking the potion they created; he could have had blissful sleep at last, instead of being haunted with the images of Voldemort and his monster snake.
Slowly his trembling subsided and his heart beat become normal, as he looked down at the woman in his arms. He thought about her dream he viewed earlier and her not wanting to share what she saw with him. Was she afraid to tell me? I do not like the idea of her being fearful to share what she feels or her thoughts with me.
It's seems she does this all the time and I do not like it. She was bothered by something earlier and would not tell him what it was. Despite how Severus felt about sharing his personal life with anyone; it did not apply to his women. He learned the hard way that if you're in a relationship, there should never be secrets because they will back fire.
He has mostly been honest with her from the beginning and if she asked him a question, he tried to answer it the best he could with the truth. He felt at first he owed it to her, for he viewed her worse nightmares. Now with the feelings he had for her, he felt there should never be secrets between them. She has not asked questions that were uncomfortable to answer and if she had he would do his best to answer them truthfully. Why could she not do the same with him? He questioned.
He woke her up because it was getting close to her time to leave for work, but when she awakened, she stayed with her body clinging to him.
"Good Morning"she said smiling as she adjusted her body to face him but still not letting go.
"Good Morning Luv…sleep well?"he asked.
"Yes, this potion works all night."She said still smiling.
"Are you still not sharing your blissful dreams?" he asked.
"No, but I will show you." She said as she kissed him with such tenderness and then stood up and said "Follow me." as she walked towards the shower, he watched her naked form and eagerly followed. She looked behind her as she walked, smiling as she saw his erection.
He reached the shower and the water was already running; she stepped in and he followed, standing behind her. He began caressing her, as he turned her and kissed her lips as the water ran over them. He felt her hands rubbing against his skin as she washed his arms, stomach, legs and his throbbing erection that was beginning in to ache for her entry. He held her tightly and kissed her again as his hand felt her natural moisture between her legs. He kissed her neck and chest and lingered at her nipples. He shampooed her hair and washed her body as her moisture increased and when his hand returned to between her legs she shivered. He turned her around and bent her over in the shower; her hand gripping the tile walls and her bottom was in the air. In this position his hands had full access to her private parts, his hands explored to find his perfect entry and he finally entered her from behind. She moaned as he entered her as if the anticipation was bringing her closer to orgasm.
Holding her hips tight with his hands as he crushed into her, her bottom collided against him over and over in an astonishing rhythm. Coming close to explosion, he reached over and played with her body and she moaned his name in a quivering voice and he pounded faster bring them both to shattering screams.
Before she portkeyed herself back to her flat she stood in front of him wearing his shirt, she placed both her hands to frame his face and glazed into his eyes.
"I love you!"She said as she kissed him once more and disappeared. He watched her leave and with a sad ache, he didn't want her to return, that woman was the most amazing creature he had ever know. He wished he was able to share his feeling with her, because in that moment he not only loved her but he was beginning to adore her.
It was a long day at work; there were four patients with serious curse damages and all four needed to have a series of potions to take in order to prepare their system for curse breaker's treatment. It was tragic and Severus had not seen these types of curses inflicted on anyone since he was a Death Eater and they made him feel sick. He wanted nothing more than to return home and be with Hermione but she was not returning until tomorrow night. He floo into his Library and headed right to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink. He swirled the golden liquid in his glass and took a long sip. He walked out to the balcony, closed his eyes, smelling the nights salty air and thought what Hermione was doing at the moment.
He wanted to see and touch her, he felt that would be the only way he could shake this feeling he was having but he was not going to give in to his craving for her tonight, he was going to shower, take the blissful potion and sleep until morning.
He was finally relaxed after finishing off the second glass of the golden liquor and taking a hot shower. Feeling sleepy, he took down the wards to the secret passage behind his bookshelf and went in to get himself a vial of the blissful potion. She had left most of it there only take a vial home for the two nights she would be gone. He wondered what would I dream of after taking the potion. He cannot ever remember having a good dream; they were either horrible nightmares or dreamless sleep. Even as a child Severus always had nightmares and seemed to only get worse as his life did.
He filled a vial of potion for himself and as he shut the hidden door; he noticed that his books were still out of order. Shaking his head with a smirk on his face, and thought that insufferable woman…she can go through my books but doesn't have the decency to return them where they belong.
He warded the hidden door and began to putting the books in the order that he prefers them in. As he moved the Shakespeare book back with the other poetry books a black thin book fell in front of him. He looked down and was shock at what laid before him. He bent down, picked it up and held it in his hand. Lily's Journal, I have forgotten about it, he thought.
As he stood there he opened it and was reminded of the day he attained it. After the news of the Potters death, Severus went to Godric'sHollow. He could not stay away, he had to see for himself, he had to know that it was true. He went late at night, he knew that the crowds would not be there then and he wanted to make sure he would not be seen. He entered the house and the smell of the dark magic had covered the air; making him feel ill. As he explored the house, he somehow found his way to the attic, there were boxes that said Lily on them and of course he had to go through them. As he went through them he could not help the tears that run down his face. He came across a stack of journals tied with a ribbon. He remembered them, she would write in a new one each school year. As he sorted through them, he found the year he was looking for; forth year. That was the best year of his life and he spent it with her. He knew she wrote her thought about all of their time together in this Journal, he had to have it. He took the journal to Spinner's End that night; he read and cried the entire night.
This journal is what helped me through it all…when I came back from serving Voldemort…her killer…I would read her words she wrote about us and remember it was for her, I must be strong for her, I must continue helping Dumbledore protect her son, I must do everything I can to help him and Dumbledore defeat Voldermort…I must for Lily. Those were the thoughts that comforted him then, when it became harder and harder to tolerate his masters, those words gave him strength and purpose and he always was able to focus on his mission afterwards.
He had not seen this journal in a longtime and something was nagging at him, the way the book fell was odd, he didn't know where it fell from, but he didn't remember it being there. He remembered placing it behind the collection of healings spell books but it seemed to have fallen from on top of them instead of behind. He was not sure; he was tired and could have been mistaken. Returning everything where it should be he went in to his bedroom, took the vial down in one big gulp, closed his eyes and moments later; he was asleep.
The sound of the waves chimed in his ears as the smell of the salty air over took his senses. The warmth of sun sizzled on his skin as he sat with his bare feet touched the edge of the ocean shore.
"Severus?"a voice of an angel called.
He opened his eyes and looked at the woman that sat next to him; her wild massive hair wet and framed her same delicate frame. He could not get enough of the sight of her in her muggle two piece bathing suit.
"Hmm?" He asked as his figures caressed her smooth bare legs.
She handed him a glass bottle and he took it, taking a long sip from the bottle.
She smiled and said "This is our last case of butterbeer...I will Owl Harry for some more."
"Yes, Potter has been good for something, after all."
"Severus!" said with a smirk similar to his.
"Yes?"he said as he moved over her and his body hovered above her as she fell back in the sand.
"Be nice!"she said still smirking up at him.
"I am nice; I have been very nice the past six years."He said as his lips traveled against her neck and ears.
"Have you?" she asked with sarcasm in her tone.
"Was I not civil when they visited last year?"he asked as his lips traveled to the swell of her breast.
Suppressing a moan, she said "Yes, if you call ignoring him at first and then talking down to him being civil?
Smirking in is usual evil way,"Potter and I have an understanding." He said but his lips never stopping travel over the swell of her breast.
"Yes, to hate each other forever!"she said shaking her head.
"I do not hate him…I just dislike him."He said and captured her lips with his.
"Mum…Dad…Mum Dad!" two small voices called and they both jumped on Severus back laughing.
Severus grabbed the first one down and it was a skinny little boy with pale skin, black hair and eyes. Severus, put him down in the sand and tickled until the poor five year old Granger laughed hysterically.
While little Granger was being tickled, a four year old Elaine held on to her dad very tightly. Her missive curls framed her face much like her mothers and when Severus brought her down from his shouldered he kissed her little button nose and held her against him.
"Dad, you said you would help build sand castles with us but you are kissing mum instead!"She said with a little pout.
"I was just convicting your mum to help us." He said.
"Are you going to help mum? Can you use magic mum?"Elaine asked in a very excited whisper.
"Yes of course sweetheart!"Hermione said with a big smile.
"Come on then!"Granger said as he pulled his mum's hand to stand up.
She took Granger's hand and looked down at Severus and Elaine "let's build some magical castles!" She said as she reached her other hand to Severus.
He placed Elaine on his shoulder and stood taking Hermione's free hand and they walked together to build magical castles in the sand.
Severus opened his sleepy eyes as the sounds of the waves rung in his ears from his dream and he said"Interesting!"