AN: This is a story for the Severus Snape and Hermione Granger Festival. I have used multiple prompts to tell a cohesive story.
Trigger Warning: Suicide attempt. Please, read at your own discretion.
Prompt 13: A Butterfly Flaps its Wings
June 1979
Tress towered and swayed gently with a mid-morning's summer breeze. Golden dapples of sunlight peeked through gaps in full, lush branches overhead and fell gracefully to spot-light the forest floor. Tuffs of stubborn grass grew in random spots along with wild bursts of flowers in various shades of purple, yellow, and cream. There were well-packed dirt trails meandering about where feet, hooves, and claws had trotted through in regular intervals. The rustling of leaves and chirping of birds were all that was heard for a time. Until the wind came to an abrupt halt and the birds flapped their wings before restlessly retreated higher into the safety of branches.
There was no obvious reason for such a reaction. No predatory Manticore stalking the underbrush. No herd of Centaurs on a morning canter. No Thestrals on the hunt be it by air or ground. No magical force to be seen or heard. Directly underneath a massive oak tree, a witch and wizard suddenly appeared. There was no tell-tale crack of Apparation. No broomstick or potential Port-Key to be spotted. Within one blink of the eye, they were simply there underneath the oak tree. The witch unwound a golden necklace from the wizard's neck and tucked it into the collar of her shirt without a word spoken between the two.
Hermione was disoriented, but not incapacitated. She had long grown used to the out-of-body experience that was Time Traveling. It was similar to Port-Keying except not quite as windy or harrowing. Still, the wizard that stood beside her had green-tinted skin and a glistening of sweat upon his brow. His bright emerald eyes were wide from behind rounded spectacles. He was clutching his stomach with one arm while his dominant wand-arm was extended as if expecting an attack at any moment.
"We're in the Forbidden Forest." Harry stated, "Everything looks the same."
"Yes." She replied hastily, "You know we start and end in the same place."
Both their eyes were scanning the area in swift, sharp glances. Hermione clutched her own wand and whispered, "Homenum Revelio."
"How can we know we're in the right time if it all looks the same?" Harry asked quickly. His feet shifted restlessly as he cast his own Revealing spell. Hermione pointed with her wand and firmly said, "This way."
"Hermione." He snapped, "How do we know?"
"I followed his directions to the very letter, Harry." She replied tightly as she cast a Muffling Charm on their immediate area. Harry had already cast a Silencing spell on her feet and then his own. They marched down a narrowed game trail with Hermione in the lead. Harry sighed heavily, "Yes, very detailed instructions. 'Take this Time Turner and go stand under a random oak tree, North of the castle'. Your calculations are spot-on, I know, but are we certain we're in June of 1979?"
"Look around you." Hermione advised sharply, "It's obviously summer and I'm certain we weren't sent to this exact spot without justifiable reason, Harry."
"I know there's a reason." He explained in exasperation, "If I wasn't sure, then I would have talked you out of going through with this. Why are we getting closer to whoever, or whatever, alerted our Revealing spells? Shouldn't we be staying out of sight? Hermione?"
She explained, "We're deep within the Forest, Harry, too deep for students to wander in. There must be a reason we were told to travel to that oak that is so close to Centaur territory. Who would be out here? Someone up to no good? Someone attempting to remain hidden and out of sight? Even Hagrid stays away from the Centaurs out of respect. It can't be coincidence. We were meant to be in this spot at this time for a very specific reason."
They had walked for less than five minutes. Abruptly, Harry froze and motioned sharply with one hand. Instinct bred of war, terror, and years of friendship had Hermione dropping automatically. Both were in a crouch within tall grass and scratchy shrubs. Harry waved his wand and silently cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm. They both stayed squatted over while barely breathing. Harry whispered, "It's a person. Black cloak. Grey trousers or possibly tights. A school uniform, maybe."
Hermione squinted while reaching forward and swiping a few blades of grass aside with her fingertips. The figure was tall and lanky with his or her body pressed against a large tree trunk. Out in the open, there was a glint of white-silver on the ground right beside a gnarled tree root. The oval shape was made of gleaming ivory and looked to fit easily into the palm of a hand. There were intricate, thread-thin runes and symbols carved upon the smooth surface. It was half-covered by fallen leaves, but two vacant black holes could be seen along the top portion. The oval was eerily familiar to both Hermione and Harry. A mask of Death.
A rattling inhale caught their attention. The tall figure was leaning forward now with hands on his or her knees. A choked sound was growing louder as if the individual might cry, but was unable to. Hermione stood up despite Harry's hiss of warning. A dreadful feeling was rising in her throat and threatening to cut off her ability to breathe. Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs. She took a step forward with her wand raised. Harry jumped up and fell in step beside her.
They had only taken two strides more when the side profile of the figure's face was shown. A curtain of black hair shifted to show a pale cheek and slashing jawline. There was a glitch in Hermione's mind. She understood what she was seeing, but found her reaction delayed. Harry cursed under his breath and said, "It's Snape."
And then, Hermione's feet were flying. The soles of her old trainers smacked the earth hard enough that she felt the impact in her teeth. Still, she ran on with breath searing in and out of her lungs. The figure didn't see or hear her, although she wasn't sure if that was because of the spells in place upon her person or his distraught mind being unable to properly focus. Just as she reached the tree, the teenager staggered to one knee. One long, pale arm came out from underneath the sleeve of his black robe to grasp at the rough bark in an attempt to remain standing. A dark tattoo was branded midway up his forearm. The skull and snake ink were saturated in crimson liquid. It dripped down and covered alabaster skin in ropes of red.
She came to a screeching halt and shouted, "Severus! No!"
Hermione was sobbing as familiar black eyes turned her way. He was startled, but that emotion passed quickly into confusion and then nothing. Already, his eyes were growing unfocused as if he couldn't see her anymore. He pitched forward, but Hermione caught him by the underarms and hastened to lay him flat upon the floor of pine straw and twigs. They both tumbled clumsily, but Hermione made up for her blunder with speed. She yanked up first one sleeve and then the other. Her breath panted out harshly as she tossed a beaded bag off of her shoulder and to the ground. She sat up on her knees and hovered over his sprawled body. She took a moment, only a single moment, to take in his image.
He was painfully thin beneath his pitch-black Death Eater robes and thread-bare button-up shirt. His hair, which was much longer than she was used to seeing, was nearly matted as if he hadn't bathed in weeks. His face should have been achingly familiar to her, but it wasn't. His chin was spotty with little red zits, his cheeks were aggressively hollow, and there was not a single age line to be found upon his youthful skin. Even his nose looked slightly different as if the shape was a bit too straight.
As if drenched in cold water, Harry's voice pulled her mind back to the nightmare occurring right in front of her. He was kneeling on the opposite side of Severus's body and looking at her intently. "It isn't working, Hermione. None of the Healing spells I know are working. It must be Sectumsempra that was used."
She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut. Hot, burning tears ran freely as she blinked. Hermione pointed her wand and began a figure eight movement. Her body was trembling as she began chanting, "Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur…"
She continued on and on as she stared at his injuries. There were moments Hermione was certain her pronunciation failed her as tears clogged her throat, but she pressed on. Her arms ached with the repetitive movements of her spell. Harry said, "It's working."
Hermione chanted twice more before dropping her arms and leaning down so low she was nearly chest-to-chest with the younger Severus Snape. Thick, pink gashes were lined up from right wrist to inner forearm. One. Two. Three. All of them were covering his Dark Mark as if he wanted to slice it off of his body. On his left wrist, there was only one cut and it was much deeper and jagged in comparison to the others. Hermione sniffled deeply as she croaked, "This was deliberate. He did this to himself. Oh, God. Give me your jacket, Harry. We have to wipe the blood off."
Harry hurried to take off his thin blue overcoat before handing it to her. As she dabbed and wiped at bloody arms, Severus groaned. His head flopped to one side limply. His eyes rolled open and instantly shut again. Hermione instructed harshly, "Get Ditty and a Blood Replenishing Potion out of my bag. Quickly, please."
In the back of her mind, she registered Harry's voice but not the words. When he shoved vials under her nose to get her attention, she looked at her best friend. He was scared, but determined. She could see it in his bright eyes. Feel it in her heart just by looking at him. Harry Potter had always been her friend, but somewhere along the line he had become so much more. A partner in war who never once left her for dead. A kindred soul who understood her pain. A true brother who loved her unconditionally even when she annoyed him. The most loyal person in her life.
Hermione yanked a red vial out of Harry's hand and looked down at the delirious, dying boy on the forest floor. As she pried his mouth open and firmly gripped his jaw with one hand, she thought, perhaps Harry's the second most loyal person in my life. She poured the Blood Replenisher down Severus's throat slowly and used her fingers to push it back into his mouth when he tried to spit. Dribble and the thick red brew covered her fingers, but she didn't care. All she cared about was that his chest continued to move. She watched it sway as she pressed one dirty palm to his heart. Up and down. Thum-thump, thum-thump. Hermione's eyes closed and she contemplated lying right there on the wet, debris-filled ground and holding his soiled body to hers. If she did, though, Hermione knew she would never move again. And the future she knew, the world she loved, would end horribly for everyone if she died. For him. For herself. For her friends and family.
"Rub Ditty onto his scars." She heard herself speak, but her lips were too numb to feel much of anything as they moved. When she opened her eyes, Hermione found herself staring down into beautiful black orbs. Severus suddenly seemed incredibly focused despite the tremors wracking his wire-thin body. The slight tic in his jaw told her he had been the victim of the Torturing Curse recently. A memory pushed to the forefront of Hermione's mind. A silky, deep voice whispered to her: The Dark Lord was not happy. Ever.
Blinking quickly, she could just see Harry moving in her peripheral vision, but it was as if Harry's thumbs massaging the boy's wrists went unnoticed all together by him. Hermione brought her gaze back to black eyes. Severus rasped, "Who are you?"
Hermione leaned down until she was nearly nose-to-nose with him. Her voice cracked when she said, "I know you, Severus. I know you and I know why you're doing this and I'm so sorry for all that has happened to you, but you can't kill yourself. You have to live. Do you hear me?"
His pale skin was gray-ish in color, but Hermione watched as his eyes grew livid in anger. The muscles of his neck strained, but he was too weak to move. His feet twitched and his fingers curled convulsively. He let out another pained groan and closed his eyes. Harry paused before continuing to rub Ditty into the deepest scar. Severus croaked from between clenched teeth, "I don't want to live. I have killed and I'll be made to do it again. There is nothing left, witch."
"There is." She insisted and gripped the fabric of his soiled shirt. "You're going to save the world, Severus. You're brilliant and wonderful and everyone you know who doesn't think so can go straight to Hell. They don't matter, Severus. Only your own opinion of yourself matters. Fight to be better. Fight to end the coming war."
"…Tired of fighting." He mumbled from behind closed lids. He jerked his arm out of Harry's hold and muttered, "Go away. Leave me. Stupid fairytale princess."
Hermione let out a watery laugh and pressed her forehead to his chest. His tense, twitching body abruptly went limp again. Her fists were gripping his shirt so tightly that her knuckles were stark white. She sobbed, "I'm not a princess, Severus. I'm as real as you are. You have to live, please. Please, I need you to live. So many people need you to live. I know you miss her and I know you hate your father and you wish you could take back what you've done in the Dark Lord's name. You're in pain. The pain may not stop right now, but you will be okay one day. You'll be happy."
Harry's voice was tense from nearby, "We have to go. You've already said too much. Let's go now, Hermione. We did what we came to do."
"I can't just leave him." She held tighter to his limp body and cried, "He might try this again. I can't leave him."
"He needed you to stop him from dying and you have." Harry said hurriedly from beside her, "You've done what you can. Other people need us in the future, in our future, not in his past."
She shook her head while pressing herself tighter to the limp body of Severus Snape. Harry placed a hand on her shoulder and demanded, "Who is going to fight for the repressed people if we don't go back to our jobs? What about our friends, Hermione? Think. The Weasleys. Andromeda and Teddy need us. Kate needs me just like Snape needs you, but not here and now. He needs you at the end of the war."
Hermione raised her head and looked up with swollen, angry eyes. Her voice was thin as she said, "He needs me. He told me so. He told me, Harry. You don't understand. I can't leave him!"
"You have to." Was the firm, quiet response she received right before two strong arms wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her from Severus's body. She stumbled backward and to her feet with Harry's help. Her momentary struggle against his hold was half-hearted at best. Her mind already knew Harry was right, although her body and heart wanted to remain right there on the forest floor next to the broken boy. The broken boy she never had the chance to save from himself.
Hermione stared at pale skin, pink smudges, and black hair tangled like a halo around soft black eyes. He was awake again and staring in her direction, dazed. His mouth was moving slowly. Hermione leaned forward in Harry's grip. She could feel Harry's clammy fingers wrapped around her biceps and was grateful for him even as she loathed him. She wept, "I can't hear you, Severus. I'm sorry. I-I have to go. I'll see you again. I promise, okay? I will see you again. Stay alive. Stay alive for me."
It was Harry who pulled Hermione along by one arm. She tripped and blindly followed him. Her shoulder shook with the force of her sobs.
On the ground, surrounded by sticks and smears of blood, the boy lied still and watched the apparitions disappear into the golden rays of sunshine. He had barely spared the male a glance, but the female, the girl, captured his attention. Her hair was soft falls of cinnamon curls and her eyes were like the finest whiskey. Even as those orbs had shed tears, they had glistened beautifully like brown-amber jewels. Although he was captivated by her eyes, it was her voice that he clung to as unconsciousness threatened him once more.
It wasn't the words she spoke, even though they echoed through his mind curiously: I know you, Severus. You're going to save the world. I need you. Stay alive for me. It was the tone of her voice that pierced through the meat and bone of his chest only to hit home within his heart. The sheer sorrow and desperation layered within the shrill cadence of her cries latched onto his subconscious and refused to let go. She had sounded as if she cared for him. Not just cared, but needed and wanted and he gasped and tried sitting up, purplish-black dots danced in his vision. His fingers, toes, and lips went numb. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. For a long time, Severus did not move.
When the boy with raven hair woke to the sweltering heat of afternoon, he rose sluggishly and drunkenly. He Conjured water, drank deeply, and thought of his strange dreams. They were murky like someone seeing from deeply underwater. There was a flash of tanned skin, dark curly hair, and golden light slithering through his mind.
He felt, but what he felt made no sense to him.
It was the same as when one woke from a nightmare with a pounding heart, yet couldn't place what had been seen or heard to cause such a reaction. Severus couldn't remember who or what had saved him. He had only vague recollections of painful sobs and a feminine voice crying out his name.
He looked down at his unblemished wrists, largely ignoring the Dark Mark, and then ran his tongue along the back of his teeth. The bitter aftertaste of Blood Replenisher was on his tongue. There were no scars despite the fact he had used a spell of his own creation that was meant to leave scars. He was deep in thought as he carefully bent to collect his fallen mask. Tucking it into the pocket of his Death Eater robes, Severus turned on the spot and took a deep breath before Apparating away.
When he reappeared down an old alley stinking of urine, he kept glancing over his shoulder suspiciously. No girl suddenly appeared to cry on his shoulder or pet his hair. Limping along broken concrete sidewalks, Severus made his way to his childhood house where he recovered from his physical injuries and thought of no way to end the drastic nightmare that was the Dark Lord, Voldemort. At night, when sleep evaded him, Severus thought of golden light and that sweet, desperate voice calling his name.
For nearly two decades, he would continue to wonder if he had only dreamed up an angel saving his life in the forest. When an adolescent Hermione Granger first stepped foot into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry twelve years later, he would not recognize her. Seven years following that, after darkness and war slowly died out in Britain, Severus would aid Headmistress McGonagall for one final year of teaching before retiring to attend to personal research for the Department of Mysteries. So, too, would the newly graduated Miss Granger join the Department of Mysteries. The tentative respect of teacher and student, as well as their unwanted war hero camaraderie, would evolve into a full blooming flower. And when Hermione Granger first says his given name late one evening in a dim-lit room, Severus Snape would finally know his angel was real.
Prompt 14. Snarl
July 1999
Hermione was nervous. This wasn't unheard of behavior for her, but she had faintly hoped that nerves would not get the better of her after surviving and winning a war. Part of her had reasoned that her nerves had likely been damaged from so much trauma. One could hope, but that hope had been dashed when she blushed throughout every single one of her many, many interviews at the Ministry of Magic.
After weeks of interviewing, contemplating, and agonizing, Hermione Granger had picked her profession. She knew she was already hired before she had even composed her letter of further interest. Her acceptance was immediate and it wasn't solely based on her own merits. She was given the job because of her name and new title of war hero. Not only was she a war hero with an Order of Merlin First Class, but she was part of the Golden Trio. It mattered not that Hermione had went back to finish her final year of schooling and sat her NEWTs only to score ten Outstandings and one Exceeds Expectations.
Learning that she was to be working alongside Severus Snape was what she wanted, but she still felt like becoming sick and running away from sheer worry. She hadn't needed to fear. Working with him was a lot like being his student in a classroom. He still glowered and barked orders. He still gave scathing remarks when she fumbled. He never outright praised her when she did well or asked a particularly informed question, but he did offer nods of greeting and farewell in the morning and evening. He silently handed her parchments in his slanted, spidery writing more often than not. It thrilled her to know he was sharing his thoughts, his ideas and experiments. With her. With Miss Know-It-All-Granger.
There weren't many employees in the Department of Mysteries anymore. Just two wizards named Derrick Applebee and Eddie Carmichael. Of the two, only Applebee had any experience as an Unspeakable. Carmichael was only a Year ahead of Hermione during school. He was a Ravenclaw and placed truly for he had a sharp mind and plenty of determination. Hermione had heard from Ginny that Cho Chang and Carmichael had been seen holding hands in Diagon Alley while shopping, which only served to make Hermione feel a burst of happiness for Cho. She had lost her first love to Voldemort in the most horrendous of ways and, while Hermione had never been friends with the girl, she had privately mourned for what could have been for both Cho and Cedric.
And, of course, rambling thoughts were not helping Hermione's current fit of nerves. She may be new to her job, but she was a determined Gryffindor. With her mental pep-talk over, Hermione focused on the present moment. Severus was walking just ahead of her in a strong stride that had become more familiar to her than her own brisk walk. He didn't wear the exact same robes as he had when he was a teacher, but they were similar in design: black, long, and with plenty of buttons. However, the long and flowing cloak had been replaced with one that was shorter, sharper of cut, and modern in design.
Hermione shook her head and hurried to catch up to him. Reddish-grey rocks were poking out of the dusty ground at random, which nearly caused Hermione to fall. She used her arms as pin-wheels to balance herself and looked to Severus with a blush. She was only too glad he had yet to turn back to bark at her for being too slow. Hermione did a quick jig as she jumped over a particularly large rock.
She wore basic brown trainers and Muggle jeans in anticipation for this excursion, but the footwear wasn't helping her at all. In fact, sharp rocks were poking the tender arch of her foot through the rubber soles of her shoes. She brought her gaze to the tall, dark wizard just ahead of her and frowned. He was wearing thick-soled black boots that looked Muggle in design. It wasn't his usual choice as he favored dark Dragonhide boots. It seemed he knew exactly what type of footwear would work in such rocky terrain.
Hermione felt a slight tingle run along her skin. She jerked her head in Severus's direction at the same time she raised her vine wand, which had been clutched in her sweaty palm for the better part of half an hour. Severus was looking at the nearby outcropping of boulders. If they walked another half hour, they would come upon a solid mountain wall.
They had Portkey'd to the general area, one well known amongst Britain's Potioneers, and walked along the edge of an unfamiliar forest to collect fresh Shrivelfig, Moly, and Wolfsbane. They had filled a great many of enchanted Mokeskin pouches before Severus had eyed the night-sky and claimed it was almost the perfect time to collect the other plants, particularly Moondew. Hermione followed his lead silently while mentally reciting the list he had written for her days before.
Eventually, they came to the wall of stone that resembled a towering pile of death to Hermione. She quietly called out, "Are we sure this is safe? Um, Severus?"
He ignored her completely and ran his wand in a smooth motion across the rock wall. There was a faint glow of turquoise and citrine. Hermione stopped a stone's throw away from him and watched the flickering display of colors. She blinked rapidly as the beauty faded away. He straightened his shoulders and said, "This way."
"Isn't Moondew to be collected from open planes such as fields?" Hermione asked in a crackling voice as she stumbled to keep up with his long-legged stride. She sighed hotly, "Are you to ignore me this entire trip? Truly?"
"Your time would be better spent casting preventative spells, Miss Granger." His droll voice echoed just as he stepped deeper into a shadow against the never-ending mountainous wall. She yelped in alarm, "Did you Disillusion yourself? Where are you?"
A dark-clothed arm reached out and gripped her shoulder firmly. Hermione felt herself inhale shakily as he tugged on her until she stepped toward the shadow. Quite abruptly, she found herself inside the mouth of a cave. The ghoulish blue light of a Lumos was already streaming from Severus's wand. Hermione turned away from him and carefully began to cast Revealing spells.
"Nothing, sir." Hermione replied faintly. Severus dryly replied, "Yes. I can assure you I am not as dim-witted as your friends. I can, and often do, check for enchantments and curses before entering an unknown location. There were creatures here, but they have been gone for hours."
Hermione took a slow, measured breath before whispering, "Lumos. Well, are you to lead the way, or am I?"
She didn't look at him in the thick silence. After a moment, Severus slithered around her and began to cautiously walk forward. He said, "We will make our way to the back exit I detected."
Hermione whispered, "I could be of assistance if you tell me what to look for."
"Bleeding Tooth Fungus." Severus replied absent-mindedly as he bent low. He said, "It prefers a slightly dryer climate, but can't take direct sunlight. I have found it stays toward the mouth of caves in this particular region."
Hermione slowly panned her arm and wand about as she searched. There was the soft clip as Severus found a mushroom and snipped it with his copper shears. Hermione was squinting while placing fumbling fingers to the cave wall when Severus suddenly jolted up-right. Hermione did the same and quickly asked, "What is-"
His voice was harsh. "Shut up."
Hermione used her palm to push herself away from the wall. She couldn't see much beyond reaching shadows and the blue-hue of his skin glowing in the strange light. There was a rhythmic noise echoing about. Snick. Snick. Snick. Snick. It was then that she realized Severus had no shears in his hands. She croaked, "D-Did you find the mushrooms?"
He didn't answer, but instead stared into the darkest of shadows. She gazed intently at his side profile. Something in the tilt of his chin and set of his jaw had a cold sweat breaking out across her upper lip and forehead. Her breath hitched in her dry throat and Hermione forced herself to swallow. The blue glow coming from her wand flickered. Her hands trembled, so she fisted them both. Her wand-light flared to life once more. Hermione blinked and took a deep breath. Still, Severus did not move or speak. He was barely even breathing.
Hermione rocked on the balls of her feet before darting forward to peer in the darkness beyond. Severus stuck out his arm and it caught Hermione deftly in the chest. She let out a low, muffled groan as she nearly doubled over. A hand latched onto her shoulder before Severus sharply snarled, "Don't. Move. Again."
Hermione's body felt as if it had been hit with a Freezing Charm. Icy sweat began to pool along the dip in her lower back. She winced as his long fingers clamped even tighter to her shoulder and collarbone. Slowly and painfully, she stood upright and nearly sagged against him. She whispered, "What is it?"
As she peered once more into the inky blackness, Hermione's eyes lingered on a swaying figure and a flash of white. Thin. Vertical. Gleaming ivory. There was a huffing noise followed by the nauseating smell of rotten meat. Hot bile rose in her throat. She swallowed hard as a wide, thick canine snout snorted and pushed its way forward through the dark.
"It has to be…either a…" Hermione's voice trembled breathlessly. Her wand-light was flickering again and her other hand was fisted in Severus's robes as if she could anchor them together for safety. Her mind was ripping through years of research, frantically searching for any ways of defense.
Severus murmured evenly, "We have stumbled upon a Chimera lair."
A small yelp left her throat. "Do you think so?"
"When I say to do so, you will cancel your spell and bring your other arm to my body. I will Side-Along Apparate you." Severus explained in a low, monotone voice. "Ready? Now."
Her chest heaved as she tried to suck in air.
Hermione's voice was high and tight as she said, "Nox!"
Blind, she threw her wand-arm around his shoulders and clung tightly. She was both mortified and gratified when she felt her fingers curl through the ends of his hair. He grunted and then they were spinning. Hermione felt her lungs constrict and panicked because she still couldn't breathe properly. Unexpectedly, there was a stomach-turning tearing sensation along her right thigh that threatened to pull her down, down, down and right out of Severus's grip. Screaming, Hermione clung to his robes. They continued to spin and tumble and fly.
Hot wetness dribbled down her lap to pool in her shoe. A thick metallic tang hung in the air. Sobbing, Hermione kept her eyes squeezed shut just as tightly as her fingers clung to Severus Snape's shoulders. There was a ringing in her ears and she only knew she must hang on. Behind closed lids, she saw a flash of bright green light and Harry's wide-eyed expression. She smelt green-grass as Ron clung to her waist. She felt thick fingers wrapping along her bare ankle and pulling as her trio hastily escaped the Ministry of Magic. Ron convulsing on a forest floor. Harry scrambling to hand her Ditty from her beaded bag. Dark red splattering upon brown twigs and the meat of muscle split open to be seen. She gasped, "Don't let go. Don't."
"Miss Granger?" A deep voice came from far away. "Listen to me. Stay still. Merlin be damned, girl, stay still."
When Hermione resurfaced, she found herself gripping black fabric between her fingers. She was slumping forward, but a tall and thin wizard was kneeling before her and stabilizing the majority of her weight. A pale neck and ebony hair were nearly pressed against her nose. Hermione blinked rapidly and stared down at a close-up of an ear. Blue-black hair was messily shoved about and she found that she wanted to tuck it behind that ear. Instead, she yelped loudly as she became aware that there was a burning sensation along her upper right leg.
"I will Body-Bind you if I must, Miss Granger." A deep voice grumbled.
Hermione jolted. "Severus?"
The smell of mint was strong in the air. She listened as he sung quietly in a language she didn't know. Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat and croaked, "Where is my wand?"
"I had to Disarm you." He replied stoutly.
"Why?" She asked as a startlingly icy coolness washed over her thigh. He sighed, "You tried to Stun me."
She gasped, "Oh, no. I'm so sorry."
Hermione looked around the room and realized they were inside of his office at the Ministry. Apparation. Severus had Wards keyed to himself personally. No other could Apparate in and out of his office other than him. Hermione let out a sobbing moan of relief. Long fingers were deft and sure as they rubbed a thick paste along the newly healed cut. She asked, "Infection? St Mungo's. Should I go?"
"It was a nick from one of their claws." Severus replied, "Be thankful it wasn't a solid bite or else we would have been forced to go to St. Mungo's."
"It doesn't hurt much now." She replied in a wobbly voice. Severus looked up at her and didn't seem startled by their close proximity. He stared intently at her for a moment before quietly saying, "I have a Pain Potion in my desk. I will retrieve it and then you will go home. I don't want you returning until midday tomorrow."
"No," She hastened to reply, "Please, I want to be-"
There was a slight knock at the office door before it opened fully. A tall, leggy blonde witch stood in the doorway with wide baby-blue eyes. She was the new Hall of Prophecies secretary and had a stack of rolled parchment in her hand. In a whirl-wind move, Severus was on his feet and standing at his impressive height in the middle of the room. Hermione suddenly released Severus had been kneeling between her legs and one of her legs was still exposed. There was an expanse of golden skin and a shiny pink scar. The blood was Siphoned away along with the empty potion vials Severus had used only minutes before.
Severus flatly asked, "May I help you, Miss Gingham?"
Her painted mouth moved like a fish out of water. Hermione felt a hotness overtake her cheeks in both embarrassment for herself and for the secretary. Severus said sharply, "Set the letters there and leave. Now."
Miss Gingham did exactly as she was told and scurried out the room. In her haste, her hip knocked into a small wooden box along the corner of the desk. Quill nibs, inkwells, and little red Revealers scattered on the stone floor. Severus sighed as he stalked to his handsome desk. With a single flick of his wand, the items were organized back into their ornate box. As he ran his wand along one of the drawers and yanked a potion vial out, Hermione noticed every single one of his short and sharp motions.
His movements weren't smooth, but jerky as he walked back to her and thrust out an arm. Hermione sluggishly reached for the lilac-colored potion. Severus looked away from her when she took it. He said, "Do not come back until noon tomorrow."
Hermione stood up and questioned tiredly, "My wand?"
Severus flicked his wand behind his shoulder. A brownish-green wand flew from the floor and into her trembling hand. She waved the wand at her leg and watched as her Muggle jeans repaired themselves down to the last stitch. She cleared her throat and said, "Thank you."
He went to his desk and sat down before giving her a single nod. He reached for the stack of all-important letters. As Hermione awkwardly hesitated, Severus looked up with dark eyes. He snapped, "Go home, Miss Granger."
She felt her chin wobble as much as her hands and legs were. Hermione limped to the office door. The walk to the Atrium was long. The trip through the Floo Network was difficult. Sleeping with her sore body was near impossible that night because all she heard was Severus's sharp voice in her mind.
Prompt. 3: An Utter Blackguard
September 1999
After the incident with an unsuspecting Chimera lair, Severus forbade any member of their team from hazardous excursions. There would be no more physical pursuits for ingredients, according to him. After requesting a meeting with a Goblin liaison, Severus met with two goblins named Garth and Grapple. They were two of many on a panel directly involved with independent Curse-Breakers hired by Gringotts. As the Department of Mysteries was separate from the same rules and regulations of the rest of the Ministry, Severus had none to answer to. He informed Minister Shacklebolt out of curtesy that Curse-Breakers were needed to do 'leg work'.
After many letters, two incredibly tense meetings, and a bit of help from Bill Weasley, Severus had brokered a deal with Gringotts. The goblins would assign two fairly inexperienced Curse-Breakers to the Department of Mysteries, specifically to collect and present particular ingredients to no Unspeakable other than Severus or Hermione. As a professor at Hogwarts for nearly twenty years, Severus was more than aware of the vast majority of Britain's Wizarding population. He knew the incoming Curse-Breakers, reportedly a romantic couple no less, were moderately intelligent. Blaise Zabini was from Severus's own House. While Zabini had showed no extreme aptitude in classes for any one subject, he had near perfect scores on his OWLs and NEWTs. His paramour, Padma Patil, was a Ravenclaw. Like most from that particular House, her class participation and marks had been excellent. Severus could admit, if only to himself, that he had judged neither as having the character to throw oneself into dangerous situations as Curse-Breakers were ought to do. Still, it was the best deal he would get from the bitter goblins and he would take it.
After weeks of discussion and configuring, Minister Shacklebolt had agreed to additional funds being allotted to the Department. Official contracts were then signed between Gringotts and the Department of Mysteries. Severus was the primary signature and Hermione was secondary. Derrick Applebee, an Unspeakable who had taken a sabbatical when rumors of the resurrection of the Dark Lord had begun circulating and had returned at the end of the war, was a witness to the legally binding documents.
At first, Hermione had argued the point that the funds could have gone to better causes. There were many of afternoons in which she had made pointed comments about her being able to handle herself. Severus never bothered to reply. One evening, after a failed experimental potion, she marched into his office and sank into a chair beside Severus's desk. He looked up from his parchments and flatly stated, "Do not make yourself comfortable, Miss Granger. You may stand up and leave. I am busy and have no time for whatever complaint or rant you wish to spew."
"I just don't see why the fuss." She retorted as she sat up straighter in her seat. Black eyes stared blankly at her. She huffed, "Using additional funds, making a deal with Gringotts, bothering Bill, bringing in Curse-Breakers. It seems all a bit much to me. I, as well as Applebee and Carmichael, are perfectly capable of obtaining basic potion ingredients. The money allotted by the Minister could have been used elsewhere. You know that funds are depleted right now. In the aftermath of the war, so much must be mended or built anew. It's a waste of resources."
Severus leaned back in his chair and steepled his long fingers. His gaze was dark and piercing. She grumbled, "You know I'm right. There is no argument needed."
He slowly said, "All you have spouted off is factual, but has it ever crossed your mind, Granger, that we are not easily replaceable."
Hermione felt a frown push her eyebrows low on her forehead. He explained smoothly, "Most Unspeakables were tortured to the point of insanity or death during the Dark Lord's reign. Rockwood killed several of them as I personally witnessed. During the battle in 1996, physical damage to this Department was horrendous, particularly in the Death Chamber, Time Tunnel and Hall of Prophecies. You know this better than I as you were actually present during the debacle."
He paused before saying, "Most of the Wizarding population is not willing to be bound so tightly to a job that will keep them shrouded in secrecy. Over time, it often causes isolation from family and friends. Unspeakables will always be regarded with a certain suspicion and uncertainty by the general populous. That makes positions such as ours difficult to fill. In addition, what we do is dangerous. It requires skills, determination, ingenuity, and knowledge that most do not possess. Take into account the sheer amount of ignorant, near useless people in our society as well as the damage to our numbers due to causalities of war and that only makes the pool of contenders even less."
Hermione whispered, "Oh…"
"Yes. Oh." Severus dryly replied, "I agree that all Unspeakables currently stationed in this Department are capable of acquiring ingredients. However, danger such as we found ourselves in a few months prior was a senseless risk on our part. It is not arrogance, given the current situation, to say that neither you nor I are easily replaceable. Therefore, I have contracted Gringotts. This not only lessens the danger and burden to us, but will build personal respect with the goblins once more. Bill Weasley hand-picked Zabini and Patil. He assured me they are the best out of the new recruits. I doubt this, but am willing to observe. If they are as good as he says they are, perhaps we will offer them further study and place within our Department. More help is needed here."
Hermione blinked and said, "Well. When put that way, I understand now."
"Perhaps if you would use your brain to think instead of letting emotion take control, you would have reached my reasonings on your own." He replied mildly as he went back to his parchments. Hermione sighed, "I was only trying to help, Severus."
His quill froze in mid-stroke. He raised his gaze and firmly said, "You will refer to me as professor. This familiarity has been noted and I do not care for it."
"What is there to notice?" She replied tightly, "If you're speaking of that new busy-body secretary in the Hall of Prophecies-"
"She saw you in a state of undress in this very office, Miss Granger." Severus snapped suddenly. Hermione raised her hands into the arm and let them drop. His dark gaze tracked her movements as she said, "You were clearly healing a wound on my upper leg. It needed immediate attention. I told her so the next day."
He glared at her and snapped, "Be that as it may, offering me tea and asking me if I want lunch when you leave for your break gives the impression that we are on familiar terms. It is absurd and audacious. You are not ignorant, Granger, no matter how much you are attempting to act like it in this moment."
Hermione demanded, "What's so wrong with me trying to show people that you are capable of being without constant formalities? How is anyone to talk with you or share discoveries if you are so unapproachable all the time? Can't you see that I'm trying to help you, Severus?"
"I do not wish for your help." His upper lip raised as he sneered. He slowly stood up from his desk and growled, "My label has been formed and hardened. I will always be the Greasy Git of the Dungeons, Monstrous Potions Master of Hogwarts. I will always be a Death Eater, knowledgeable and capable in the Dark Arts. The Murderer of the Great Albus Dumbledore. The Evil Headmaster placed by the Dark Lord, the one who allowed the Carrow Twins their sadistic pleasure at the expense of students."
Severus pointed a finger at her. His eyes burned hotly as he hissed, "And your actions will have me labeled as far worse than a murderer if you continue in your efforts to humanize me."
She blinked and whispered, "I don't know your meaning."
"You do." He snapped back.
"Perhaps you could make your meaning plainer?" She suggested shakily.
They stared silently at one another. He visibly smoldered as she remained frozen with wide eyes. His lip peeled upward again as he spit, "They will see me as an old man preying on a young woman. One who was my student for eight years, no less. Need I make my meaning plainer than that, Granger, or are you intelligent enough to comprehend?"
His hand dropped. Severus's face went blank just as quickly as it had contorted into rage. He interlaced his fingers in front of him and evenly stated, "You will address me properly, Miss Granger."
She raised her chin up and firmly said, "You aren't my professor anymore. You're my co-worker as you well know."
His voice was dry as he replied, "Yes, Miss Granger. This is my viewpoint exactly. There is such a thing as professionalism. Decorum between colleagues is a necessary thing to maintain proper functionality at our respective jobs."
Hemione's lips tilted up, whiskey eyes flashed in triumph, and the shake of her head made cinnamon corkscrew curls dance about. She declared happily, "You just said we are colleagues."
One black eyebrow raised as he drawled, "Yes."
She spoke with barely hidden satisfaction. "Then, we are equals as you have just admitted verbally. There is no need for a superior title anymore."
When he opened his mouth, Hermione hastily swiped her hand through the air. She quickly said, "Before you say it, I am aware you are a Potions Master and rightfully so. You're brilliant and I would never suggest otherwise, but neither do I have to refer to you as 'Master' as I am not your apprentice. Your name is Severus and you once gave me leave to use it."
He silkily explained, "A momentarily lapse in judgement due to blood loss; I assure you. When one is dying, he tends to lose focus on reality."
There was a thick silence. Hermione held his dark eyes for a long moment, but faltered under that powerful, penetrating gaze. She dropped her eyes and sucked her lower lip into her mouth. "I don't wish to be…polite strangers. That's such a waste."
Hermione took a deep breath and pushed wayward curls behind her ears. She looked up squarely and said, "I think of you as my friend. I think that way about several people I wouldn't have before the war. I feel as if I have a connection with many now. It may not make sense to you, but that's how I feel about those I fought beside at the Battle of Hogwarts. That's how I feel about the Order of the Phoenix, to the ones loyal to Dumbledore and our cause. You're one of those people. My mind is made up."
"Your sentimental viewpoint regarding survivors of war is very much a Gryffindor trait. Dare I say it, even a Hufflepuff characteristic. Be that as it may-"
Hermione cut him off. His eyes narrowed. The move was so slight, Hermione would have missed it had she not been staring so intently at his face. She said, "I'm not who I was and I don't want to look back anymore. I want to move forward. I took this job out of all that was offered to me because I want to learn from you, specifically, but also because the sheer opportunity of this Department was a temptation. What we're doing is important to our world and that matters to me."
She paused for only one breath before carrying on, "You're far more knowledgeable, more talented, than me. I respect you, Severus, I do. Not just because of your mind, but of your…your heart. I have seen you fight, bleed, and kill to protect innocent people. I'm certain you must have done things you aren't proud of, things that haunt you just as I did. And yes, you killed the Headmaster, but it was a mercy. What you did for him was a mercy. He would have endured horrid things by the hands of Death Eaters. Disgraceful things that no man deserves."
Her breath hitched. She wiped at her eyes and cleared her throat. "You faced Greyback. My God, you faced Voldemort more than any other person on Earth and fooled him each time. You attended every single funeral for your deceased students. I saw you even when you were Glamoured or Disillusioned."
She pressed her lips together and searched his eyes. He gave her no noticeable expression, but he had yet to snap at her again. She whispered, "You healed me a dozen times throughout my years in school. The Polyjuice Potion incident. The Petrifying incident. When I was Cursed after the Battle of the Ministry, I nearly died that summer. The Dark magic was far beyond what Madam Pomfrey or Mungo's or even Headmaster Dumbledore knew of. I would have died without your aid. You have done good in order to secure a future for yourself and our people. We both have so much to share, teach, learn from each other. Please, can we not just be friends and work together amicably? Am I truly such awful company?"
She watched him as he watched her. Being stared at by Severus Snape was like being caught in the sight of an apex predatory. One only had two choices: to run and hope he would not be as swift in chase, or to stand tall and hope the attack coming was survivable. Hermione had chosen the former as a child and was determined to choose the latter as an adult. She saw more than what he wished she could see. And she now knew that he would not harm her. Hurt her feelings, yes. Push her away, yes. But never would he torture her. Never would he physically lay a hand or wand on her in violence. Of that, Hermione was certain. She couldn't be quite as sure that he wouldn't be cruel when particularly angry, but his slight change in word choice since the end of the war suggested Severus felt guilt over past words spoken to her. Hermione knew war had a tendency to bring out the very worst and best in people.
"Very well." Severus replied.
She blinked and cleared her throat. "Oh? Oh. Good. That's good."
"Repetition to fill the silence is ridiculous and beneath you." He quietly reprimanded, "It is late and we both require rest if we are to be capable tomorrow."
With that, he whirled on his heel and made for the exit. His hand was on the doorknob of his office door when Hermione said, "Goodnight, Severus."
He opened the door and strode out strongly. She felt a stab of disappointment. She sighed, but stopped abruptly when his voice echoed back to her in a firm voice.
"Goodnight, Hermione."
She was grinning stupidly as she gathered her supplies into her bag, slipped it over her shoulder, and headed down the narrowed hallway to the golden lifts. The walls and floor were all Enchanted black marble. The only light was that of ghoulish Bluebell Flames burning high above her head in torches that were in-laid within the walls. Hermione headed up to the ground level of the Ministry by herself as Severus had moved much quicker than her. He was often in a hurry as he didn't like anyone attempting to speak to him in the corridors or lifts. Despite it being rather late at night, Hermione knew other Unspeakables were still at work and might wish to discuss a matter with Severus. He was, after all, the leader of many projects. Somehow, Severus was still an efficient Head even though he was anti-social. It was a quirk she found astounding and amusing.
As Hermione stepped into one of the many green-flamed fireplaces within the Atrium, she was still smiling.
Prompt 15. Dancing Around One Another
2nd May 2000
The ballroom was glittering madly in the dim glow of fairylights. The towering walls were made of creamy white marble and the stone ground was Transfigured into a shiny, wooden dance floor for the night. Set directly to the left of the large entrance archway was a moderate stage for the instrumental band. Many rounded tables draped with ivory silk were strategically placed around the circumference of the room. House-Elves were happily puttering about while wearing black tea-towels with the Ministry sigil upon their breast. In their hands were silver and gold trays filled with appetizers and flutes of champagne. Their voices were squeaky, but polite.
As Severus scanned discreetly across the many faces, violins and sweet piano played like an echo to his jittery heart. He spotted numerous people he wished to avoid and made certain to thoroughly ignore the three tables pushed closely together nearest the stage. Redheads were everywhere and more than one glanced in his direction as he turned slightly to make his way to another table directly across from the Weasley family. There, shrouded in shadows while sitting prettily and properly perched on a cushioned seat, was Hermione.
It took effort, but Severus tore his eyes from her to take in the three figures seated beside her. Patil and Zabini made a striking image with their dark hair, skin, and eyes. Both wore traditional robes, his grey with hints of emerald while hers were a molten gold. The boy beside them had raven hair and eyes that sparkled even in the dark. His robes were much simpler in design. Emerald eyes met Severus's stare as he greeted, "Good evening, sir."
Severus stared pointedly at him before giving a nod. "Potter. Zabini. Patil."
"Good evening, Severus. Would you like to sit with us?" Hermione asked with a gentle smile. There was the slightest pause before Patil stood and said, "Come, Blaise. Dance with me, please?"
The boy gave a sharp smirk and stood while offering his hand. The couple walked off and took to the floor smoothly. Hermione glanced at her best friend before he stood up abruptly and said, "Er, I'm going to visit with the Weasleys."
He stumbled off. Hermione sighed affectionately, "He isn't subtle at all. Ever."
Severus knew he was hovering awkwardly and felt a flash of irritation. He sat in the seat Potter had vacated before quietly saying, "How has your evening been thus far?"
"Quite well, except for Harry's speech." She bit her bottom lip and looked away for a moment before returning to gaze at him. "He hates giving speeches. Hates attention and hates talks of the war. It hurts him so much."
"I know." Severus replied, "None but a heartless fool would glorify war."
There was a pause before Hermione asked, "Are you hungry? Have you tried the spinach canapés? They are wonderful."
He felt his lips twitch and he allowed the slightest smile to touch his mouth before saying, "No. I can't say I have."
"You don't like eating in public." Hermione replied promptly and then blushed. She blinked and immediately said, "I'm sorry. That was rude of me. You know I have a stupid tendency to speak without thinking at times."
"Yes," Severus replied, "I don't mind it in my company, but I wouldn't suggest doing so with others. If you aren't measuring your words, they may be used against you. Most usually when you least expect it."
A small frown touched her forehead before Hermione somberly stated, "I wouldn't do that to you, Severus. I wouldn't use any of your words against you."
They gazed at one another for a long moment. Severus finally asked, "Would you care to dance?"
Whiskey-amber eyes widened slightly. A slow grin lit up her face before she nodded. Severus stood cautiously and held out his hand. He was damning himself for the slightest tremble, but Hermione seemed not to notice the shake in his palm. Her skin was soft against his own as they clasped palms. He ignored the pounding of his heart in his own throat as he leisurely led her to an unoccupied section of dance floor. A new song was fluttering up to the enchanted ceiling. Bright, twinkling fairylights darted about and bathed the night in a warm golden glow.
Severus turned and brought their clasped hands up to chest level while his other hand cautiously went to her shoulder before sliding down to the middle of her back. Long fingertips touched smooth, bare skin. She inhaled and shivered just once. He murmured, "Is this okay?"
"Yes." She breathed with wide eyes turned up toward him. Another small smile teased his lips and then they were dancing. His feet moved into a familiar gait and Hermione was relieved that she would not make a fool of herself as he led her so flawlessly. Hermione's left hand settled upon his bicep after a moment of fluttering about hesitantly. It had not escaped her notice that the hum of chatter had tapered off as soon as they had crossed the floor.
As they moved, soft and steady, Severus's dark eyes roamed her face. He whispered, "I would say the weight of stares I feel were due entirely to the fact that it is me, not another wizard, dancing with you. However, that would be a lie."
Hermione smiled. "What is the truth?"
"That you are a lovely figure in this gown." The gentle pressure of his hand upon her bare back pressed inward as Severus led her into a quick, smooth turn. She giggled as he took a step back and raised their clasped hands to twirl her before slowly drawing her back into his arms. His thumb brushed tenderly along the dip in her back.
He murmured, "They are wondering why and how your beauty is being wasted on the Greasy Bat of the Dungeons."
"Let them wonder." Hermione replied quietly.
His smile was gone, but it seemed as if his dark eyes sparkled as much as the fairylights as they spun once more. The momentum had Hermione clinging tightly to his biceps and letting out another soft laugh. She said, "Footwork and flattery. I'm surprised and delighted, Severus."
As the song came to an end, Severus held her against the press of his body. They were toe-to-toe with their chests brushing lovingly. Her head was tilted back, creamy throat exposed, as she gazed at him. He cocked his head as he gazed at her attentively. "There is an ample amount you do not know about me, Hermione."
There was a flash like a supernova in those whiskey eyes and Severus watched it flare with awe. She murmured, "If that is an invitation to learn more, I am willing."
He stepped back, one hand lingering within the tangle of her fingers for just a moment. Severus gave a slight bow. She smiled and asked, "If I asked you to accompany me for the rest of the night, would you do so?"
Severus cast his gaze around the room, sending more than one sharp glare at various jaw-dropped fools. He returned his gaze to her and said, "Yes."
She grinned and held out her hand again. He hesitated only a moment before reaching for her. Their fingers intertwined as they walked across the floor. He murmured, "I must tell you that the chances of this ending well are slim."
She laughed softly, "How do we know for certain if we don't try?"
His lip pulled up into a sneer as he replied, "Our world is fraught with narrow-minded prejudice and always will be. As a product of that, I believe you understand what I am trying to say."
"Yes," Hermione agreed cautiously as they released hands and sat at their previous table. A House-Elf came around and Hermione grabbed two flutes of champagne before thanking the Elf. She took her wand from a dainty holster beneath her dress and whispered under her breath before passing a flute to Severus.
He frowned as he looked into the flute. The delicate pink drink had turned perfectly clear. He raised a brow at her. Hermione said, "I know you don't drink alcohol, so I Vanished its contents and Conjured iced water. I hope you don't mind."
Severus eyed her before watchfully saying, "Observant, I see."
Hermione shrugged as a modest blush coated her cheeks. Severus murmured, "You surprise me at every turn."
"Good." She whispered back quite shyly. "It means I have your attention. The only thing I ever wanted more than that was your respect."
Severus's eyes darkened even further as he replied, "You have both."
After a comfortable silence in which they both drank to soothe their dry throats, Hermione tentatively asked Severus if he would dance once more. He agreed. As the night wore on and the evening ball wore down, dozens upon dozens of witches and wizards gave the dour Severus Snape and up-tight Hermione Granger confused glances. Every time he twirled her and she giggled, eyes widened. Every time his hand brushed her cheek or the curve of her bare back, mouths turned down into frowns.
As the last song of the night was called, Harry Potter walked in their direction. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes and step showed uncertainty. His girlfriend and fellow Housemate, Kate Bell, was talking with the remaining Weasleys, in particular George and Ronald. Harry stopped just out of arms' reach as a flush-faced Hermione came to a halt. She turned a bright smile Harry's way and gasped, "Harry! Hi. Are you leaving already?"
"No, not quite yet." Harry glanced at Severus, who remined tall and strong at Hermione's side. He looked at the older wizard as he said, "I was wondering if I could have a dance with Hermione."
Severus glanced at Hermione before releasing her hand and gesturing politely. He walked off without a word to either of them and headed for the table he and Hermione had occupied for half the night. Harry stepped forward and wiped his hands on his trousers before taking Hermione's hand. The music was soft and smooth, but their dance was more of a shuffle. He winced, "Sorry. I'm not good at dancing."
"I know," Hermione laughed, "but you're still one of my favorite dance partners, Harry. How was your night with Kate?"
"Good." He gave a lop-sided smile and blushed.
"I'm glad." Hermione gave another smile and said, "Goodness. I'm tired."
"Well, you've danced nonstop for the last two hours." Harry chuckled.
"Yes." Hermione smiled brightly, "I think he and I are finally getting somewhere, Harry. Can you believe it?"
"You're happy." He replied thoughtfully as he glanced in the Potion Master's direction. Hermione replied, "Absolutely. This moment is…everything to me."
Harry turned back to face her and stumbled a bit. His cheeks grew as red as Hermione's. They both looked at each other and laughed. "Still on for dinner at mine tomorrow?"
"Yes, of course." Hermione replied instantly.
Harry stepped back as the final song of the night came to an end. He said, "Good. I'll see you, then."
He started to walk off, but then turned back and blurted, "I'm glad. For you. I mean, for you and him tonight. Er…you get what I'm trying to say, right?"
Hermione stared at the boy with emerald eyes for a moment before darting forward and wrapping him in a fierce hug. She whispered, "Thank you, Harry."
Harry's arms came around her ribs and squeezed tightly. He gruffly said, "You're my family, Hermione. You and Ron are all I've got."
"I know." She sniffled and pulled back with watery eyes. She gave a trembling smile and said, "You're mine, too. My parents…You know there is no undoing what was done. You're my brother, Harry."
"The Weasleys…ask about you. I know you usually only talk to Ginny." Harry said hesitantly, "Ron is doing better now. He and Sophie Roper are getting on. You remember her, right? In our Year? A Hufflepuff? Hung out with Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones? He seems, you know, to really like Sophie."
"I-I don't know, Harry…" Hermione replied while biting her lip. "Mrs. Weasley was so cold to me after it became clear Ron and I wouldn't be together."
"She was grieving." Harry whispered brokenly, "Like we all were and are."
Hermione nodded. "Okay. Maybe Ron could come to dinner tomorrow?"
Harry's face lit up with surprise. "Yeah. Sure. Great."
Hermione said, "I miss them, too. I just thought they didn't want me around."
Harry shook his head and said, "No way. Ron was angry for a long while, but it wasn't just you. It was Fred and Lavender and everything."
Hermione stared at her best friend for a moment before softly saying, "Go back to Kate. I'll see you and Ron tomorrow evening."
Harry gave a sideways smile before disappearing into the thinning crowd. Hermione slowly made her way to the dim-lit table where Severus made a tall, formidable shadow. His deep voice floated to her softly and surely.
"A difficult talk?"
"Yes." She sighed, "Yes. Not because of Harry, but because of the subject. He wants me to reconcile with the Weasleys. To be honest, I would like to. The problem is Ron. He's such a…hot-headed wizard."
"Naturally." Severus drawled.
Hermione gave him a smile and asked, "Will you walk me to the Floos, please?"
Severus didn't verbally reply, only stood and offered the crook of her arm. Hermione looped her arms through his as they strode out of the glowing, glittering ballroom. They passed small groups of party-goers who were also heading for the Atrium Floo Fireplaces. As they came to an unoccupied Floo, Hermione sighed lowly.
"I find I don't want the night to end."
Severus glanced down at her before saying, "All nights will end."
Hermione replied, "Of course, but we can choose to prolong it until the sun rises. I find that I like to do so, especially if a night was good."
"And is that what you would choose to do now?"
"Yes." Hermione said decisively, "I want a sweet pastry and hot chocolate. I know a wonderful café in London that stays open until two o'clock."
Severus hummed under his breath. "Lead the way."
Hermione tightened her hold on his arm and pressed her face into the fabric of his robes. Her smile was so wide she thought her cheeks would ache in the morning.
Prompt 27: Ever After
January 2001
She sat on the tiny balcony with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms curled around herself for warmth. Maroon cotton pants and a simple white T-shirt were all she wore in the early morning chill. A brisk, cool breeze pulled at her riotous curls. She let out a groan of frustration and swatted at her hair, which only served to make it wilder than it had been before. The glass door was partway open, so Severus pushed it fully open and carefully stepped out onto the flagstone. He was more than aware that her Wards had chimed quietly to announced his presence and the fact that he made it through her small flat without being Hexed was a favorable sign that she wanted him here.
Hermione was sniffling as she turned her head. One cheek was pressed against her knees and it distorted her face. The sight of her puffy cheeks, watery eyes, and red nose made his lungs tighten uncomfortably within his chest. Severus cleared his throat and promptly felt his mind go blank for a split second. Within that fraction of time, her vulnerability began to harden. Whiskey eyes were dark with fatigue as she slowly straightened her spine. She raised her chin and turned up her nose in such a way that Severus wanted to lean down, grab her arms, and press a kiss to her lips. He was still uncomfortable and shocked at himself for such a desire even after the intimate times they had shared over the past year.
"Don't." He sharply commanded. She jolted and shot a glare at him. He thought it was pitiful what with her crying eyes, but didn't tell her so. Severus spoke softly, "Hex me, scream if you must, but allow me to say what I came here to say before you begin, Hermione. Please."
She blinked owlishly before slumping against the cushion of her outdoor chair. Hermione swallowed heavily and nodded. He was more than aware of the caution in her eyes and the defeat in her body language. He had put it there and hated himself for it. Severus kept his hands clasped in front of his lap and stood hovering in the doorway as he quietly said, "I have never had a…desire such as this. Not since I was a young boy and that, as you are well aware, was many years ago. I was honest with you about my misgivings, Hermione, and yet you persisted. Had I not cared for you I would have never come this far with you. I thought that was understandable, but I've come to realize after our argument that perhaps it…wasn't."
He inhaled once and watched as Hermione brought her red-rimmed gaze to meet his eyes for the first time. He continued, "Despite my anger last night, you were right when you claimed I was…scared and unwilling to admit it to myself or to you. I pride myself on my control, although I am sure you find that ironic considering the breakdowns you have witnessed me have through the years. Once, in your Third Year during the Sirius Black debacle, and again last night. There are few triggers that unleash my rage, Hermione, but one is to be labelled a coward."
Her orbs grew unbelievably beautiful as tears gently spilled over. She choked, "I-I shouldn't have called you that, Severus. I'm so ashamed of myself."
"It was truth." Severus reprimanded fiercely. "I have witnessed evil and faced Death for the entirety of my life, not just as an adult in service to the Dark Lord. My earliest memory is of violence and hatred. I'm sure you have pieced my childhood together after all this time in my presence. I grew up with the notion that to be unreadable and resilient was to be brave. To be crueler, meaner, and quicker was to survive. The brunt of contempt from my peers have surrounded me always. I grew used to it. Comfortable, even. However, I realized, when I was no more than the age you are now, that I was wrong."
Severus let his dark eyes close for a painful moment. He sighed, "I was so far down the path of destruction that some mistakes were not fixable. Still, I did what I could and rerouted myself because I realized my decisions were destroying the world I cared for. I wished to atone, to help fix the wrongs I had created. Very few people believed my good intentions. Despite it all, I stayed to my course. I took small comfort in being brave in service to others."
Slowly, Severus stepped forward and knelt before the chair Hermione was sitting in. Her shaky hands fell into her lap. He stared at her fingertips as he murmured, "I have been craven with you. Out of all the Hell I have confronted, none destroyed me as much as my own heart once did. To willingly listen to its wishes again would surely kill me, but I have come to appreciate that I haven't been alive for quite a long time. How can one die if he isn't living?"
Hermione let out a whimper as she wiped fitfully at her tears with one trembling hand. Severus gently reached out and took her unoccupied hand into his. His thumb brushed back and forth across her smooth skin as he murmured, "If you are certain I am who you want, I will commit to you and only you. I will stay at your side from now until my death."
Hermione leaned forward so heavily that he was forced to catch her by the shoulders or else she would drop to the flagstone floor. Hermione grasped at his robes and cried into his shoulder. "Yes," her muffled voice echoed, "yes, Severus. I just want you as you are. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that we fought-"
He interrupted evenly, "Enough of this now. It is done."
He was rather surprised to find his hands rubbing along her shoulder blades, but it was not the first time he had caught himself doing such a thing. Severus was disturbed by his subconscious need to touch her. Hermione never seemed to mind. In fact, she leaned into his touch more often than not. A wet nose touched the side of his neck followed by the press of a soft mouth. "What does this mean now?"
"Always with the questions." Severus replied dryly as he carefully pulled himself off of the damp flagstone with Hermione in his arms. They both collapsed onto the chair rather awkwardly. Within seconds, his left leg was numb, but her tentative smile and sparkling wet eyes made him content with the indignity.
"Would you care for breakfast?" She asked politely.
"If you have not eaten, then yes." He replied. With only a moment of hesitation, Severus leaned forward and brushed her curls back from her face. He paused and let his thumb trail under her eye. "You need rest."
"Only if you stay with me." She whispered.
He leaned forward very slowly with eyes wide open and pressed a simple kiss to her lips. He lingered, nose-to-nose, before leaning back. It should have been awkward, but it wasn't because it was his mouth meeting hers and nothing could ever be odd with that. Hermione untangled her limbs from his and Severus thought it better to stay still as she wiggled about. With one arm on her hip, he steadied her as she stood. She walked through the opened doorway and looked over her shoulder when he spoke.
"I will go with you to dinner at Potter's tonight as you asked me yesterday."
Hermione smiled slowly and surely before entering the flat. Severus watched her walk with a simple grace and decided he was an incredibly lucky fool. His younger self would think him barmy if he were to try to explain half of what had happened in his adulthood. If he had known who was waiting for him at the end of his bleak beginning, the younger Severus might have taken better care of himself. Might not have tried killing himself as a teenager.
Severus stood up on sore knees and made his way to Hermione's tiny kitchen. His sharp mind was whirling with ideas of a respectable cottage somewhere along the coast and a small yard full of green grass with a wrap-around porch and clay pots filled with herbs. He thought of jewelry and found himself imagining what a silver band would look like upon Hermione's slender finger. Not now, but eventually.
As Hermione walked his way with a steaming cup of tea, Severus was thinking of a golden Time-Turner and the sweet voice of an angel. It was so many years before, but Severus remembered dark curls, dappled light, and cries of his name.
Time and love were very strange beasts.