The Mirror of Erised
Chapter Twenty-Nine
By Jewel Little Bird
"The end of another year," Dumbledore's speech began. Snape wasn't listening. The students would be leaving tomarrow, and Fleur would leave the day after.
He wasn't very happy about it. As a matter of fact, he had been in such a rotten mood for the past three months that even the Slytherins were tiptoeing in his presence. Only when he was with Fleur did he feel peaceful, and she would not be around much longer.
He looked down the table at her from the corner of his eye. How different she seemed from when she had first arrived. She had seemed to be nothing more than a child playing at being an adult. Now, he saw her as a fully grown woman (in more ways than one). Reluctantly, Snape turned his attention back to Dumbledore's speech.
"... regret to inform you that Professor De'Lacour will not be returning next year...."
Snape resisted the urge to groan with the rest of the male population of the school. Even Filch didn't look too happy at these words.
Snape's look must've darkened considerably because several of the students that looked in his direction turned white. He took comfort in the fact that three of them were Potter, Granger, and Weasley.
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"Aren't you going to tell her good-bye?" Filch asked, gently running the brush through Mrs. Norris' fur. Snape thought the cat looked like she was on the verge of having an orgasm. "You won't get another chance."
Snape was pacing the length of Filche's office. It was three and a half strides long. "Filch, I can't say it. I'm afraid that if I do, I really never will see her again." He grabbed his throat, reminding himself to breathe and not to bawl. Babies bawled, not adults.
"I know she'd want you to."
He was trying to think of anything but her. At the moment, he was wondering why he couldn't breathe when he wept. No answer was forthcoming. "I don't want her to remember me this way."
"You'd rather her remember you as a cold and sadistic bastard who screwed her without saying 'thank you'?"
Snape's answer was to stalk out of the office in a huff and head towards Fleur's room. He snapped the password and entered.
She was standing at her bed, folding all her clothes and putting them in a suitcase (he noticed with some surprise that most of her under things consisted of thongs and see-through bras). She looked up at him, her face betraying her misery. "I zought you would not come. You do not seem ze type."
"I'm not. Filch somehow argued me into it." He looked away. "I don't want to say good-bye," he muttered.
She walked over to him and gave him a hug. He returned it gratefully. "So don't. I weell be writing to you every week, zough ze 'Eadmastair says it would be best eef I did not tell you where I weell be."
He tightened his arms around her. He tried to say what was on his mind, but his vocal cords refused to move for it. "Fleur... I'll never forget you," he said instead.
That was lame, the voice in his head said snidely. He wished he could kill it.
"And I well not forget you, Severus." She pulled away, but not before he felt something.
"Fleur...." He swallowed and whispered in French, "Êtes-vous enceinte?"
She looked him in the eye and slowly nodded. "Oui. Je le garderai."
H took her in his arms again, suddenly feircly protective. "Fleur, after this whole mess has been resolved, I promise I will find you. Then we will finally be together."
She gently kissed his neck. He wanted her to bite it. "Zen I weell wait for you."
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End of Chapter Twenty-Nine
"The end of another year," Dumbledore's speech began. Snape wasn't listening. The students would be leaving tomarrow, and Fleur would leave the day after.
He wasn't very happy about it. As a matter of fact, he had been in such a rotten mood for the past three months that even the Slytherins were tiptoeing in his presence. Only when he was with Fleur did he feel peaceful, and she would not be around much longer.
He looked down the table at her from the corner of his eye. How different she seemed from when she had first arrived. She had seemed to be nothing more than a child playing at being an adult. Now, he saw her as a fully grown woman (in more ways than one). Reluctantly, Snape turned his attention back to Dumbledore's speech.
"... regret to inform you that Professor De'Lacour will not be returning next year...."
Snape resisted the urge to groan with the rest of the male population of the school. Even Filch didn't look too happy at these words.
Snape's look must've darkened considerably because several of the students that looked in his direction turned white. He took comfort in the fact that three of them were Potter, Granger, and Weasley.
@
"Aren't you going to tell her good-bye?" Filch asked, gently running the brush through Mrs. Norris' fur. Snape thought the cat looked like she was on the verge of having an orgasm. "You won't get another chance."
Snape was pacing the length of Filche's office. It was three and a half strides long. "Filch, I can't say it. I'm afraid that if I do, I really never will see her again." He grabbed his throat, reminding himself to breathe and not to bawl. Babies bawled, not adults.
"I know she'd want you to."
He was trying to think of anything but her. At the moment, he was wondering why he couldn't breathe when he wept. No answer was forthcoming. "I don't want her to remember me this way."
"You'd rather her remember you as a cold and sadistic bastard who screwed her without saying 'thank you'?"
Snape's answer was to stalk out of the office in a huff and head towards Fleur's room. He snapped the password and entered.
She was standing at her bed, folding all her clothes and putting them in a suitcase (he noticed with some surprise that most of her under things consisted of thongs and see-through bras). She looked up at him, her face betraying her misery. "I zought you would not come. You do not seem ze type."
"I'm not. Filch somehow argued me into it." He looked away. "I don't want to say good-bye," he muttered.
She walked over to him and gave him a hug. He returned it gratefully. "So don't. I weell be writing to you every week, zough ze 'Eadmastair says it would be best eef I did not tell you where I weell be."
He tightened his arms around her. He tried to say what was on his mind, but his vocal cords refused to move for it. "Fleur... I'll never forget you," he said instead.
That was lame, the voice in his head said snidely. He wished he could kill it.
"And I well not forget you, Severus." She pulled away, but not before he felt something.
"Fleur...." He swallowed and whispered in French, "Êtes-vous enceinte?"
She looked him in the eye and slowly nodded. "Oui. Je le garderai."
H took her in his arms again, suddenly feircly protective. "Fleur, after this whole mess has been resolved, I promise I will find you. Then we will finally be together."
She gently kissed his neck. He wanted her to bite it. "Zen I weell wait for you."
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End of Chapter Twenty-Nine