Oh yea, I completely forgot the disclaimer before, so here it is. The
characters I have stolen (I DIDN'T DO IT!!) and twisted to my will do not
belong to me and I will gratefully return them in one peace -if not
entirely sane- if I ever get around to it.
Chapter 8
This sudden realization hit her hard.
She had fallen and she had fallen hard. She didn't even realize it was happening until it had happened.
He had been the only one to resist her ways, not succumbing to her will. She didn't know how this could have happened. He wasn't really attractive. He wasn't really nice. He wasn't sensitive. He was sarcastic, witty, and pretty mean as far as she had seen.
She couldn't love him, it simply wasn't plausible. It couldn't happen just like that. It never happened like that.
Only in fairy tales. When the prince comes to save the princess and they fall in love at first sight and get married and live happily ever after.
This was not a fairy tale.
She would not let herself believe that.
Not again.
That is what she started to believe when she lost control. Things don't just happen. Not without a reason and not without prior things happening. Prior hints as to the future.
This was all of the sudden.
She was scared.
::~//~::
How could her have done something like that. It was so out of his character. Plus, it was immoral.
She was his student.
She was still a child.
She was nearly 20 years his junior.
And the one thing he could never forgive himself for, he took advantage of her.
She was vulnerable and he took advantage of her. Severus didn't know why he did what he did, why he kissed her, but he must never do it again. He must never cross that line again. He'd already strained his morals far enough, any more would brake him. And once broken, he may never come back.
He didn't know what he felt for this girl, just knew it was strong. Whatever it was. But he refused to explore it any further. He would never do anything of the sort again.
::~//~::
Hermione ran to the other side of the castle in order to get as far away from him as was possible. But no matter how far away she got, she still thought about him. Hermione thought about him that is. Hermione Granger, Hermione Twightlight and Rione. Her whole being thought about him. Her whole being was one when she thought about him. She had control over herself. Over everything except her feelings.
Hermione liked the feeling.
She liked being in control of her own thoughts.
In three days she would have to be ready for the rest of the world. The ones who call themselves her friends. They had never even wrote to her the past two summers. Not once. What kind of friends are they to abandon her in a time of need. What kind of friends indeed.
She then made her way to the one place she knew she could always go to when she was troubled.
The library.
The place that held every world imaginable. Every subject anywhere. All the answers.
But did it have the answers to her problems. She highly doubted it. No, her answers wouldn't be found in a book, they would be found in life.
Now all she had left to do was to live it.
::~//~::
Watching from afar were two parties, each in the depths of a very large castle, but they were separate. Not only by distance but by life's path.
They watched this exchange between the two people that most deserved to find their heart, or at least for the time being.
These people were the elder members of destiny and Albus Dumbledore. Both watched as the two faced their inner struggles.
Neither knowing how to resolve this issue as they have resolved so many before. This was a matter of Fate and perhaps Destiny. But most of all, it seemed as if it was all up to luck.
::~//~::
She entered the library, easily unlocking the locked doors with a spell or two from her wand, not bothering or completely forgetting about her wand less or 'mage' magic.
She took a book, a play to be more precise. Romeo and Juliet.
She opened it to the first page, the prologue and just kept reading it over and over, never getting past it, blending away lines.
'Two household, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventures piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love, And continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children'd end, naught could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with out patient ears attend, What here shall miss, out toil shall strive to mend.
That is what she saw in the beginning. The original. This is what it turned to, what she began to see, over and over again, not knowing what they mean.
'Civil blood makes civil hands unclean A pair of star - crossed lovers lives get taken Doth with their deaths bury their worlds' strife Fearful passage of their death - marked love And non - continuance of evils rage
Our toil you'll strive to mend'
She stopped this nonsense, none of any of it was worth her thoughts, thoughts that were very precious at the moment.
Having no regard for the book at the moment, she merely threw it across the library and found a nice hidden corner of the library, crying herself asleep. He wanted to leave her alone in her time of need, so be him. She didn't need him, she didn't need anyone. Hermione was alone now. He had lied to her. He said she wasn't alone, but what was she now?
Alone.
::~//~::
She was missing. None of the teachers currently at Hogwarts could find her. (Professor Vector, Sinistra, Trelawney, Binns, Dumbledore, and himself) Though Severus was sure that Dumbledore knew something he wasn't saying, but then again, Dumbledore always knew something he wasn't going to tell anyone. He had a very strange sense of humor almost on par with Fate's.
Knowing that there was only one place nobody had looked, Severus wondered why that wasn't the first place the had looked. Hermione would have automatically retreated to the library. He'd seen that over the years. It probably wasn't even a conscious thing.
He found her in hidden corner, a section of the library that was hardly ever used. Muggle writings.
She was sound asleep and he could see tear streaks down the side of her face.
Had he really hurt her that badly with his come on. Was it that she was afraid of him, did she want more or was she just so overcome with emotions that she couldn't hold them in any longer.
What ever it was, it was his place to rectify it, but first, she needed to sleep.
As quite and gently as he could, Severus picked Hermione up and carried her to the suite the staff had prepared for her.
He laid her in the bed, took off her shoes and covered her in the fluffy beige blanket that was there.
Severus then brought over a off white chair and sat next to the bed and looked down on this girl . . . woman who confused the hell out of him. It wasn't just her who confused him, but she made him doubt himself, doubt his feeling.
Putting his hand out, he wiped a few strands of hair out of Hermione's face and then sat back in the chair. She deserved better than him. Anyone would be better than him. But if she wanted him still when he was convinced she had dealt with her inner trauma, he would think about it.
Perhaps, just perhaps, she really wanted him.
But he expected no such thing. He saw what was really there and he knew what other's saw. They saw a grumpy old man with greasy hair and a prejudice against Gryffindors. He gave no illusions against this. Perhaps this was who he really was.
Sitting back he prepared himself for a long wait.
He watched the beauty that was Hermione in her most unguarded moments.
This was one of the few times he smiled, when nobody watched.
::~//~::
~EclypsCC1~
This chapter was kind of hard to write.
Also, I would have had this chapter up two days ago but my computer had a system error and it somehow deleted itself, and when I came on today it was just there. You people are so lucky because it would have taken me at least 1 week and a half to get up the stamina to re-write this.
Now I only got 56 reviews and since I didn't get 70 last time, I'll ask for 70 this time. Just 70. (HINT! HINT!- If I get more that that, my next chapter will be longer and I'll post faster.)
By the way, I know I'm not very good at these romantic bits, so could someone tell me how badly it is and what I need to work on.
Now to all you wonderful reviewers:
Nemesys - beta reader is something I probably need and I'll ask in the next chapter for one but not now.
Me - Wow! It's you!
Yuliya - If you came back, please tell me what you think is OCC so I can fix it.
DarkMistress (PrincessOfNirvana@yahoo.com) - That's me, miss original. I really hate my stories seeming like other people's, but I always enjoy help to make it better.
Vicsend - Thank you for the information. I joined right away once I got your review. Should I put this story on there?
Xanthos - What is surreal about this? (Just so you know that is an actual question not a cocky reply) And yes SS/HG does rock, and I remember when I used to think that pairing was morally wrong. Just so you know, I was crazy then. (Still am, but just a bit smarter.)
Necrosia of the Moon and Night - I'm glad you like this, I like your story.
Thanks also to all you people who didn't review.
~CiErRA~
Chapter 8
This sudden realization hit her hard.
She had fallen and she had fallen hard. She didn't even realize it was happening until it had happened.
He had been the only one to resist her ways, not succumbing to her will. She didn't know how this could have happened. He wasn't really attractive. He wasn't really nice. He wasn't sensitive. He was sarcastic, witty, and pretty mean as far as she had seen.
She couldn't love him, it simply wasn't plausible. It couldn't happen just like that. It never happened like that.
Only in fairy tales. When the prince comes to save the princess and they fall in love at first sight and get married and live happily ever after.
This was not a fairy tale.
She would not let herself believe that.
Not again.
That is what she started to believe when she lost control. Things don't just happen. Not without a reason and not without prior things happening. Prior hints as to the future.
This was all of the sudden.
She was scared.
::~//~::
How could her have done something like that. It was so out of his character. Plus, it was immoral.
She was his student.
She was still a child.
She was nearly 20 years his junior.
And the one thing he could never forgive himself for, he took advantage of her.
She was vulnerable and he took advantage of her. Severus didn't know why he did what he did, why he kissed her, but he must never do it again. He must never cross that line again. He'd already strained his morals far enough, any more would brake him. And once broken, he may never come back.
He didn't know what he felt for this girl, just knew it was strong. Whatever it was. But he refused to explore it any further. He would never do anything of the sort again.
::~//~::
Hermione ran to the other side of the castle in order to get as far away from him as was possible. But no matter how far away she got, she still thought about him. Hermione thought about him that is. Hermione Granger, Hermione Twightlight and Rione. Her whole being thought about him. Her whole being was one when she thought about him. She had control over herself. Over everything except her feelings.
Hermione liked the feeling.
She liked being in control of her own thoughts.
In three days she would have to be ready for the rest of the world. The ones who call themselves her friends. They had never even wrote to her the past two summers. Not once. What kind of friends are they to abandon her in a time of need. What kind of friends indeed.
She then made her way to the one place she knew she could always go to when she was troubled.
The library.
The place that held every world imaginable. Every subject anywhere. All the answers.
But did it have the answers to her problems. She highly doubted it. No, her answers wouldn't be found in a book, they would be found in life.
Now all she had left to do was to live it.
::~//~::
Watching from afar were two parties, each in the depths of a very large castle, but they were separate. Not only by distance but by life's path.
They watched this exchange between the two people that most deserved to find their heart, or at least for the time being.
These people were the elder members of destiny and Albus Dumbledore. Both watched as the two faced their inner struggles.
Neither knowing how to resolve this issue as they have resolved so many before. This was a matter of Fate and perhaps Destiny. But most of all, it seemed as if it was all up to luck.
::~//~::
She entered the library, easily unlocking the locked doors with a spell or two from her wand, not bothering or completely forgetting about her wand less or 'mage' magic.
She took a book, a play to be more precise. Romeo and Juliet.
She opened it to the first page, the prologue and just kept reading it over and over, never getting past it, blending away lines.
'Two household, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventures piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love, And continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children'd end, naught could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with out patient ears attend, What here shall miss, out toil shall strive to mend.
That is what she saw in the beginning. The original. This is what it turned to, what she began to see, over and over again, not knowing what they mean.
'Civil blood makes civil hands unclean A pair of star - crossed lovers lives get taken Doth with their deaths bury their worlds' strife Fearful passage of their death - marked love And non - continuance of evils rage
Our toil you'll strive to mend'
She stopped this nonsense, none of any of it was worth her thoughts, thoughts that were very precious at the moment.
Having no regard for the book at the moment, she merely threw it across the library and found a nice hidden corner of the library, crying herself asleep. He wanted to leave her alone in her time of need, so be him. She didn't need him, she didn't need anyone. Hermione was alone now. He had lied to her. He said she wasn't alone, but what was she now?
Alone.
::~//~::
She was missing. None of the teachers currently at Hogwarts could find her. (Professor Vector, Sinistra, Trelawney, Binns, Dumbledore, and himself) Though Severus was sure that Dumbledore knew something he wasn't saying, but then again, Dumbledore always knew something he wasn't going to tell anyone. He had a very strange sense of humor almost on par with Fate's.
Knowing that there was only one place nobody had looked, Severus wondered why that wasn't the first place the had looked. Hermione would have automatically retreated to the library. He'd seen that over the years. It probably wasn't even a conscious thing.
He found her in hidden corner, a section of the library that was hardly ever used. Muggle writings.
She was sound asleep and he could see tear streaks down the side of her face.
Had he really hurt her that badly with his come on. Was it that she was afraid of him, did she want more or was she just so overcome with emotions that she couldn't hold them in any longer.
What ever it was, it was his place to rectify it, but first, she needed to sleep.
As quite and gently as he could, Severus picked Hermione up and carried her to the suite the staff had prepared for her.
He laid her in the bed, took off her shoes and covered her in the fluffy beige blanket that was there.
Severus then brought over a off white chair and sat next to the bed and looked down on this girl . . . woman who confused the hell out of him. It wasn't just her who confused him, but she made him doubt himself, doubt his feeling.
Putting his hand out, he wiped a few strands of hair out of Hermione's face and then sat back in the chair. She deserved better than him. Anyone would be better than him. But if she wanted him still when he was convinced she had dealt with her inner trauma, he would think about it.
Perhaps, just perhaps, she really wanted him.
But he expected no such thing. He saw what was really there and he knew what other's saw. They saw a grumpy old man with greasy hair and a prejudice against Gryffindors. He gave no illusions against this. Perhaps this was who he really was.
Sitting back he prepared himself for a long wait.
He watched the beauty that was Hermione in her most unguarded moments.
This was one of the few times he smiled, when nobody watched.
::~//~::
~EclypsCC1~
This chapter was kind of hard to write.
Also, I would have had this chapter up two days ago but my computer had a system error and it somehow deleted itself, and when I came on today it was just there. You people are so lucky because it would have taken me at least 1 week and a half to get up the stamina to re-write this.
Now I only got 56 reviews and since I didn't get 70 last time, I'll ask for 70 this time. Just 70. (HINT! HINT!- If I get more that that, my next chapter will be longer and I'll post faster.)
By the way, I know I'm not very good at these romantic bits, so could someone tell me how badly it is and what I need to work on.
Now to all you wonderful reviewers:
Nemesys - beta reader is something I probably need and I'll ask in the next chapter for one but not now.
Me - Wow! It's you!
Yuliya - If you came back, please tell me what you think is OCC so I can fix it.
DarkMistress (PrincessOfNirvana@yahoo.com) - That's me, miss original. I really hate my stories seeming like other people's, but I always enjoy help to make it better.
Vicsend - Thank you for the information. I joined right away once I got your review. Should I put this story on there?
Xanthos - What is surreal about this? (Just so you know that is an actual question not a cocky reply) And yes SS/HG does rock, and I remember when I used to think that pairing was morally wrong. Just so you know, I was crazy then. (Still am, but just a bit smarter.)
Necrosia of the Moon and Night - I'm glad you like this, I like your story.
Thanks also to all you people who didn't review.
~CiErRA~