Ok so you know all about the disclaimer blah blah blah I own nothing.
Well I need to explain this a bit. The bits between these are thoughts, just so you don't get confused. This is also post Hogwarts and Snape is 45 and Hermione 15 so they are teaching together ok so now you know the history. Hope you like the story and to anyone who has read all of my other story 'love knows no bounds' sorry my darlings but I have to do loads of course work so here is a fiction for you.
The rating is because it gets worse later and I mean really bad. No where near as tame as my 'love knows no bounds' so flamers this story is sex with a slight plot.
Sex, Lies and Betrayal- just another day at Hogwarts.
Severus's point of view
Funny really how you see the same things everyday and then one day these things can seem different. They always seem to bring back the strangest memories too. I see the same desk everyday, same classroom, and same stools. I see the same office and the neat desk everyday. The desk is exactly the same as I left it the night before. The neat pile of marked parchment is still there; the quill and inkbottle are how I left them the night before. The only other thing on the desk is a picture. A picture that I see everyday and yet today it seems to attract my attention more than usual.
I should put it away really. It could ruin the image I have built for myself. The 'bad guy' image that I worked so hard for years to perfect.
They would change it if they saw the picture. Not that I would mind having it changed, if it meant I got more respect for it but I wouldn't. Scandal or the 'soft guy' image would replace the 'bad guy' image. But it wouldn't happen that way of course. They would just laugh at the thought of my having feelings. Silly really. They don't even know me. I pick up the picture frame and look deeply into the eyes of the subject.
She is so beautiful. How can she be so perfect? I love her I really do. She knows that I am not really a 'bad guy' she found that out ages ago.
She saw beyond my everyday attitude and saw a glimpse of the real me. She was one of the few who have.
I get up and walk into my bedroom with the picture still in my hand. Wandering over to a leather arm chair by the fire a collapse into it and close my eyes. She always hated these chairs in here. She said they added to the darkness of the already too dark room. Opening my eyes and looking into the room I see she is right. Funny that really. How I see this room everyday and every night and only now do I realise how dark it really is. All the furniture is made of dark mahogany wood and the chairs are made of dark red leather, the only light that this room ever sees is from the fire in the grate.
I don't have to stay here you know? I don't have to stay in this darkness. I could go home. Home. It sounds so strange to say, because they always say home is were the heart is. Well my house, my dwelling, my residence, what ever you want to call it, has never held my heart in it so I cannot call it home. My heart right now resides in Gryffindor tower. Now don't be so disgusting, I don't mean I love one of those adolescent brats. I am talking about the head of Gryffindor tower.
I conjure a mug of coffee and stare into the flames.
Funny really how the good guys live in the tower while the bad guys live in the dungeons. Funny really. How it sounds so much like a fairy tale. But if this was a fairy tale then wouldn't I get to have the princess in the tower? Wouldn't we live happily ever after? Well we all know that it would never happen in real life. Funny really. How that would never happen and yet most girls dream of some dashing prince coming in on a white horse to sweep them off their feet. But having said that a disgustingly cocky 4th year did ride a Pegasus round the great hall yesterday. For some inane reason people were actually impressed by his show of his blatant stupidity. Even her. Maybe I should try doing that. No on second thoughts maybe not, no definitely not.
Looking at the clock I notice the time. God is that the time? How time flies when you're having fun or not as the case may be. Walking over to my bed I draw back the dark curtains with one swift movement.
Empty.
It always is. But today I seem to notice it more. I dream that one day I will open the curtains and there she will be and. why am I thinking like this?
I don't need a woman to make me happy. Stop thinking like this Severus you are different than that.
I get dressed in to my nightshirt quickly and climb in to bed. With the fire put out so all light is absent, my other senses become heightened.
It's so quiet. Funny really how its only now I realise how quiet this room is. I remember the night she stayed here it wasn't quiet then.
*****Flashback*****
Unable to sleep I get up out of bed.
Why does this room have to be so damn humid in the summer? I know. I'll go outside for some fresh air.
I walk out my room towards the main entrance. The first burst of fresh air that hits me is so refreshing. Noticing a slight movement over by the lake I quietly creep over to the bank. Then I see who it was.
It is her.
She is sitting on a rock looking at the reflection of the moon on the water.
She looks like an angel. Even more beautiful than she had done at dinner only hours before.
She looks as if she has been swimming as her hair was soaked, but the lines down her cheeks look as if they have not long happened. She has streams of tears down her face. I try to get closer to her, trying to move silently, but I step on a twig. She looks up suddenly startled. She panics and tries to run away but as she does so she catches her foot on a rock and falls. I watch for a few moments until I realise that she isn't moving. I run over to her, hoping that she is OK. Blood is seeping from somewhere under her hair and she is unconscious. I pick her up with out much effort and carried her back to the castle. I paused at the front doors.
Where was I going to take her? I didn't know the password to the Gryffindor tower and I didn't really want to disturb people in the hospital wing at this time.
I walk towards the dungeon, towards my room.
I kick the door to my room open and walk swiftly to the bed and laid her down on it. She was freezing, but she had a very high temperature. I take out my wand and muttered a spell to dry he quickly. As soon as she was dry she began to warm up a bit but her temperature was still alarmingly high. After about an hour I realised what the problem is. She has caught a fever and it is at an advanced stage. I begin to try and think what I am supposed to do if someone catches a fever. Its incredible that with the amount of magic we have and the amount of things we can do with it, that we can't cure mortal diseases and afflictions. This fever is very dangerous and I am concerned that she may not last the night. I conjure a bowl of water and a cloth and begin to mop her forehead as she sleeps. She is sweating profusely and keeps twitching in her sleep.
By 2am she has worsened, her temperature has risen even more and she is twitching more violently in her sleep. I don't want to leave her to get help.
What if she wakes up and finds the room empty?
I just do the only thing I can. I keep mopping her forehead in her sleep. I also try and stop her thrashing about as much in her sleep. Stroking her face I talk to her quietly. I tell her that it will all be OK in the morning.
At 3 am her condition seems to be at its peak. She has a dangerously high temperature and a worryingly low pulse. Her movements are jerky and violent and I have to work hard to make sure she doesn't fall of the bed.
By 5 am she is much better. She has got a stronger pulse and she has stopped making jerky movements. She still has a slightly high temperature but nothing to worry about. I keep mopping her head as she sleeps though. She is still sweating in her sleep. Her hair is sodden with sweat and her nightie is damp too. I am so relieved that she is OK.
This has to have been the worst night of my life. Worse than any of the death eater meetings.
I feared for her life. At some point during that night I had been worried that she wouldn't recover. That she would die last night.
"Oh Hermione," I whisper as I stroke her head. She is still asleep. "Oh Hermione you know I'm not as bad as everyone thinks. I know I act like I'm a bastard but that's all it is an act. I use this act to control my feelings, if I didn't then I would find it almost impossible to stop myself from throwing my arms around you and hugging you every time I saw you but. why am I saying this? You can't even hear and."
I get up and walk away from the bed.
"That was lovely Severus carry on," comes a low croaky whisper from the bed.
I turn and look at her.
She is awake, she is OK.
I run over to her and scoop her up in my arms and hold her so tight.
"OH thank god your OK, thank god you pulled through." I whisper as I hold her.
What am I doing?
I let go of her quickly and regain my composure.
"Erm oh I am so glad that you are feeling better Professor we. weasly." I say breezily.
She looks at me with those beautiful eyes. I can read her expression like a book. Her expression says quite plainly 'Severus I know the real you now why keep up the act around me?'
*****End of flashback*****
so then my dear reader I know how eager you are to click that review button and review this story, but can I ask that you be constructive with critisism because I hate it when people just say, 'its crap' and don't leave a reason. Ok then my dears the next chapter will be here soon. But until then au revoir.
Well I need to explain this a bit. The bits between these are thoughts, just so you don't get confused. This is also post Hogwarts and Snape is 45 and Hermione 15 so they are teaching together ok so now you know the history. Hope you like the story and to anyone who has read all of my other story 'love knows no bounds' sorry my darlings but I have to do loads of course work so here is a fiction for you.
The rating is because it gets worse later and I mean really bad. No where near as tame as my 'love knows no bounds' so flamers this story is sex with a slight plot.
Sex, Lies and Betrayal- just another day at Hogwarts.
Severus's point of view
Funny really how you see the same things everyday and then one day these things can seem different. They always seem to bring back the strangest memories too. I see the same desk everyday, same classroom, and same stools. I see the same office and the neat desk everyday. The desk is exactly the same as I left it the night before. The neat pile of marked parchment is still there; the quill and inkbottle are how I left them the night before. The only other thing on the desk is a picture. A picture that I see everyday and yet today it seems to attract my attention more than usual.
I should put it away really. It could ruin the image I have built for myself. The 'bad guy' image that I worked so hard for years to perfect.
They would change it if they saw the picture. Not that I would mind having it changed, if it meant I got more respect for it but I wouldn't. Scandal or the 'soft guy' image would replace the 'bad guy' image. But it wouldn't happen that way of course. They would just laugh at the thought of my having feelings. Silly really. They don't even know me. I pick up the picture frame and look deeply into the eyes of the subject.
She is so beautiful. How can she be so perfect? I love her I really do. She knows that I am not really a 'bad guy' she found that out ages ago.
She saw beyond my everyday attitude and saw a glimpse of the real me. She was one of the few who have.
I get up and walk into my bedroom with the picture still in my hand. Wandering over to a leather arm chair by the fire a collapse into it and close my eyes. She always hated these chairs in here. She said they added to the darkness of the already too dark room. Opening my eyes and looking into the room I see she is right. Funny that really. How I see this room everyday and every night and only now do I realise how dark it really is. All the furniture is made of dark mahogany wood and the chairs are made of dark red leather, the only light that this room ever sees is from the fire in the grate.
I don't have to stay here you know? I don't have to stay in this darkness. I could go home. Home. It sounds so strange to say, because they always say home is were the heart is. Well my house, my dwelling, my residence, what ever you want to call it, has never held my heart in it so I cannot call it home. My heart right now resides in Gryffindor tower. Now don't be so disgusting, I don't mean I love one of those adolescent brats. I am talking about the head of Gryffindor tower.
I conjure a mug of coffee and stare into the flames.
Funny really how the good guys live in the tower while the bad guys live in the dungeons. Funny really. How it sounds so much like a fairy tale. But if this was a fairy tale then wouldn't I get to have the princess in the tower? Wouldn't we live happily ever after? Well we all know that it would never happen in real life. Funny really. How that would never happen and yet most girls dream of some dashing prince coming in on a white horse to sweep them off their feet. But having said that a disgustingly cocky 4th year did ride a Pegasus round the great hall yesterday. For some inane reason people were actually impressed by his show of his blatant stupidity. Even her. Maybe I should try doing that. No on second thoughts maybe not, no definitely not.
Looking at the clock I notice the time. God is that the time? How time flies when you're having fun or not as the case may be. Walking over to my bed I draw back the dark curtains with one swift movement.
Empty.
It always is. But today I seem to notice it more. I dream that one day I will open the curtains and there she will be and. why am I thinking like this?
I don't need a woman to make me happy. Stop thinking like this Severus you are different than that.
I get dressed in to my nightshirt quickly and climb in to bed. With the fire put out so all light is absent, my other senses become heightened.
It's so quiet. Funny really how its only now I realise how quiet this room is. I remember the night she stayed here it wasn't quiet then.
*****Flashback*****
Unable to sleep I get up out of bed.
Why does this room have to be so damn humid in the summer? I know. I'll go outside for some fresh air.
I walk out my room towards the main entrance. The first burst of fresh air that hits me is so refreshing. Noticing a slight movement over by the lake I quietly creep over to the bank. Then I see who it was.
It is her.
She is sitting on a rock looking at the reflection of the moon on the water.
She looks like an angel. Even more beautiful than she had done at dinner only hours before.
She looks as if she has been swimming as her hair was soaked, but the lines down her cheeks look as if they have not long happened. She has streams of tears down her face. I try to get closer to her, trying to move silently, but I step on a twig. She looks up suddenly startled. She panics and tries to run away but as she does so she catches her foot on a rock and falls. I watch for a few moments until I realise that she isn't moving. I run over to her, hoping that she is OK. Blood is seeping from somewhere under her hair and she is unconscious. I pick her up with out much effort and carried her back to the castle. I paused at the front doors.
Where was I going to take her? I didn't know the password to the Gryffindor tower and I didn't really want to disturb people in the hospital wing at this time.
I walk towards the dungeon, towards my room.
I kick the door to my room open and walk swiftly to the bed and laid her down on it. She was freezing, but she had a very high temperature. I take out my wand and muttered a spell to dry he quickly. As soon as she was dry she began to warm up a bit but her temperature was still alarmingly high. After about an hour I realised what the problem is. She has caught a fever and it is at an advanced stage. I begin to try and think what I am supposed to do if someone catches a fever. Its incredible that with the amount of magic we have and the amount of things we can do with it, that we can't cure mortal diseases and afflictions. This fever is very dangerous and I am concerned that she may not last the night. I conjure a bowl of water and a cloth and begin to mop her forehead as she sleeps. She is sweating profusely and keeps twitching in her sleep.
By 2am she has worsened, her temperature has risen even more and she is twitching more violently in her sleep. I don't want to leave her to get help.
What if she wakes up and finds the room empty?
I just do the only thing I can. I keep mopping her forehead in her sleep. I also try and stop her thrashing about as much in her sleep. Stroking her face I talk to her quietly. I tell her that it will all be OK in the morning.
At 3 am her condition seems to be at its peak. She has a dangerously high temperature and a worryingly low pulse. Her movements are jerky and violent and I have to work hard to make sure she doesn't fall of the bed.
By 5 am she is much better. She has got a stronger pulse and she has stopped making jerky movements. She still has a slightly high temperature but nothing to worry about. I keep mopping her head as she sleeps though. She is still sweating in her sleep. Her hair is sodden with sweat and her nightie is damp too. I am so relieved that she is OK.
This has to have been the worst night of my life. Worse than any of the death eater meetings.
I feared for her life. At some point during that night I had been worried that she wouldn't recover. That she would die last night.
"Oh Hermione," I whisper as I stroke her head. She is still asleep. "Oh Hermione you know I'm not as bad as everyone thinks. I know I act like I'm a bastard but that's all it is an act. I use this act to control my feelings, if I didn't then I would find it almost impossible to stop myself from throwing my arms around you and hugging you every time I saw you but. why am I saying this? You can't even hear and."
I get up and walk away from the bed.
"That was lovely Severus carry on," comes a low croaky whisper from the bed.
I turn and look at her.
She is awake, she is OK.
I run over to her and scoop her up in my arms and hold her so tight.
"OH thank god your OK, thank god you pulled through." I whisper as I hold her.
What am I doing?
I let go of her quickly and regain my composure.
"Erm oh I am so glad that you are feeling better Professor we. weasly." I say breezily.
She looks at me with those beautiful eyes. I can read her expression like a book. Her expression says quite plainly 'Severus I know the real you now why keep up the act around me?'
*****End of flashback*****
so then my dear reader I know how eager you are to click that review button and review this story, but can I ask that you be constructive with critisism because I hate it when people just say, 'its crap' and don't leave a reason. Ok then my dears the next chapter will be here soon. But until then au revoir.