Snape awoke to find himself lying on the very same beach. He stood, and found that he was as strong as ever. He blinked a few times, and rubbed his eyes. Where am I, he thought. Snape stood, and stretched his arms behind his head. He turned, and saw a quaint little home right off the beach. There were wooden boards making a path to the house, and there was long grass lining it, ticking his feet as he walked.
Snape walked to the door of the gray house, and looked at the brass knocker shaped like a little lighthouse. He went to knock, but the door opened. Snape stepped inside, and he saw the most homey little house he had ever seen. One that he would have loved to live in.
He walked through a kitchen, and he admired it. Then, he walked into a living room, with a bay window facing out onto the beach where he layed less than 5 minutes ago. There was a white leather recliner chair facing out toward the window, and Snape noticed someone was sitting there.
'Excuse me? I was wondering if you could tell me-'
The person in the chair jumped up, and spun around to face him.
'Severus!' she screamed, and ran to Snape. He stumbled back as he embraced her, kissing her hair, down until their lips met finally.
'But how are you here?' Hermione asked, holding his hands. Snape shook his head, and shrugged.
'The last thing I remember is falling, Hermione. I remember I saw you dead when I awoke, and I ran out of the room. I ran through the school, and I fell over something, and I must have broke my neck or fractured my skull,' Snape said, and he ran his fingers through Hermiones hair.
'So, what now? Do we just stay here forever, just you and me, with no one else?' Hermione asked, looking around. Snape got a little closer to her.
'Dont you want that,' he whispered, and Hermione looked up at him, smiling.
'Of course, Severus. I love you, forever.'
Snape walked to the door of the gray house, and looked at the brass knocker shaped like a little lighthouse. He went to knock, but the door opened. Snape stepped inside, and he saw the most homey little house he had ever seen. One that he would have loved to live in.
He walked through a kitchen, and he admired it. Then, he walked into a living room, with a bay window facing out onto the beach where he layed less than 5 minutes ago. There was a white leather recliner chair facing out toward the window, and Snape noticed someone was sitting there.
'Excuse me? I was wondering if you could tell me-'
The person in the chair jumped up, and spun around to face him.
'Severus!' she screamed, and ran to Snape. He stumbled back as he embraced her, kissing her hair, down until their lips met finally.
'But how are you here?' Hermione asked, holding his hands. Snape shook his head, and shrugged.
'The last thing I remember is falling, Hermione. I remember I saw you dead when I awoke, and I ran out of the room. I ran through the school, and I fell over something, and I must have broke my neck or fractured my skull,' Snape said, and he ran his fingers through Hermiones hair.
'So, what now? Do we just stay here forever, just you and me, with no one else?' Hermione asked, looking around. Snape got a little closer to her.
'Dont you want that,' he whispered, and Hermione looked up at him, smiling.
'Of course, Severus. I love you, forever.'
