Author: Snapecake
Title: Heaven out of hell
Summary: Hermione has passed her last potions exam at Hogwarts and is about to leave the school. Will Snape be able to prevent this and be honest with himself? HG/SS romance
Disclaimer: The whole Potter universe with all its inhabitants belong to the marvelous Lady JK Rowling. (Though I would love to borrow Snape from her…*grin*…) The title of this fic comes from a song from an album ("Then comes the sun") by Elise, the song used in this chapter called "Dancing" also features on this album.
Rating: G
A/N: Here we go again! Hope you like it !!! Please review, you know why…*grin*
A/N2: 1.Thx for your sweet review Amanda!!! Hope you like this chapter as well!!!
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3. Hungarian Horntail thx to you to for your sweet review!!! I'll certainly continue as you see! But this is the end of this story…I think….or perhaps I'll use it as a prologue or something…*sits down and does some serious thinking…*
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Part one of two.
Two: Heaven out of Hell
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She moved as the cold feeling of the wall began to creep through her gala dress. Even though all her friends where on the dancefloor, she didn't feel lonely. The young woman smiled as her eyes met with the sight of Harry and Ginny dancing closely together. They sure formed a lovely couple.
The great hall was filled with graduated students who were dressed at their very best. Next to the teacher's table a stage had been build and a famous wizard-boyband did their outmost to make it a night to remember.
She glanced to see where Ron was hiding. She really felt sorry for turning down his invitation for the first dance. It had been obvious for the past few moths that his affection for her had turned into love. A feeling she couldn't relate to. And neither did she feel like dancing at all.
From the first moment she would open her eyes tomorrow morning, she would have to face the fact she had tried to avoid thinking about as much as possible. She had graduated and would leave Hogwarts. Probably forever.
And now she didn't know what to do. She didn't feel like staying at the ball, but she also didn't want to go to bed as it would be morning all the sooner.
She peered at the teacher's table. The headmaster seemed to wiggle slowly at the sound of the music, while most other teachers just seemed to try to avoid it. Unwillingly her eyes lingered on the person on the left side of the table. Dressed in black, as always, the Potions professor seemed to be out of place.
The vague smile that had formed round her lips suddenly fainted as she noticed his dark eyes rested upon her. Unable to meet his gaze she blushed and looked down at the ground. A shiver ran down her back.
Perhaps it was time to leave after all. As the band just started another up-tempo song, Hermione got up and slowly made her way towards the exit. The floor was filled with dancers, so she decided to stay close to the wall.
Staring absentmindedly at the crowd she let her hand trail along the wall. Suddenly the cold rough feeling of the stones was replaced by the smooth warm touch of wood. Feeling rather surprised she turned to see where the feeling came from.
A small door, partly hidden by one of the enormous tapestries that decorated the great hall, right in front of her. She bit her lip, she was sure she had never seen it before. Slowly the smile came back round her lips. If she wouldn't open it now, she never would.
Carefully she tested the doorknob. It wasn't locked. With a small crack the door opened. A welcoming fresh breeze caressed her skin. Pleasantly surprised she slid through the door, softly closing it behind her.
As she looked around she held her breath. She found herself on a spacious balcony, corned between a tower and the great hall. Even though she could still see the horizon colouring red from setting sun, several torches lighted it.
The smile on her face broaded as she took as deep breath of the fresh air. With a few strides she walked towards the edge and rested her hands on the stone fence. The breeze caught almost playfully the rim of her dress.
Looking down at the school grounds her heart froze in her chest. This would perhaps be the last time she was around here. She let out a deep sigh. There she was, standing alone on a beautiful balcony at sunset. And all she could feel was a deep sense of lost.
Lost in thoughts she ran her hand through her hair. Perhaps she should go back and dance with Ron. After all there had been a time she thought she would have loved to. But never had she been able to imagine herself being with Ron, no matter how hard she tried. Every time she pictured it, someone else replaced Ron.
At first she had been angry with herself, then she had started to try to reason it out. But nothing seemed to help. The more she was thinking about the other person, the more right it seemed to be. His knowledge she appreciated so much, his exact way of working. The way he moved, his voice. She had scolded herself and tried to deny. He had done nothing to deserve her. Neither was it very likely for him to have given her even one single thought. Her love seemed to be doomed to fail. But slowly she had given in. Letting the feeling take hold of her body and mind.
She smirked. Ofcourse it had been a dead end street. And still she stood here, overlooking her beloved school, dreading the day to come. It wasn't just the school she would leave behind, it was also her love she would leave.
The Irish Wizarding University she would attend was world famous. She longed to go there and learn so much more. A small voice in her head also told her that it would be good for her own heart to heal, far away from the person who had pierced it.
Her hands squeezed the railing strongly. A tear rolled down her cheek and spattered on her hand. She spun round as she suddenly heard the music from the great hall drifting into the night. Her blurred eyes focused on the door, by now almost hidden in the shadows, but it didn't seem to have opened.
A sad smile formed round her lips as she recognised the song the band was playing.
Slowly she closed her eyes and took in the words.
Time is gonna take my mind
and carry it far away
where I can fly
The depth of life
will dim my temptation
to live for you
If I were to be alone
silence would rock my tears
'cause it's all about love
and I know better
how life is a waving feather
A sudden footstep made her eyes flow wide open. Two dark eyes bore into hers. She gasped and waved her hand as to excuse herself.
But before she had found her speech his voice broke through the music.
"Dreaming, Granger?" He raised his eyebrows questioningly.
She winced at his words, but straightened her back knowing he would see her tears, but not caring: "Yes I am, professor Snape."
She could see her answer and the teardrops in her eyes confused him.
"So you are going to Ireland?" he continued.
She nodded: "Yes, professor"
He frowned and continued his staring at her: "You are not allowed on this balcony, Granger."
"Oh, I didn't know. I'll leave now." She stared down at her feet as she felt she blushed.
Quickly she stepped towards the door.
"Why are you crying?" he suddenly asked.
She looked up at him in surprise, she had never heard her adequate Potions Master jumping from one subject to another. And neither had she ever heard him inquiring after the personal wellbeing of a student.
She shrugged: "I'll be missing Hogwarts."
In the flickering light of the torches she could see the outline of his features. As their eyes met she understood the awkwardness of their conversation. For a second she hesitated, balancing on the balls of her feet, then she walked towards him.
Keeping her eyes fixed on his she repeated what she had done only a week before. Tenderly she embraced him. As on queue the words of the song floated into the air again.
So I put my arms around you
And I know
That I'll be leaving soon
My eyes are on you
They're on you
She felt him stiffen in her arms. His eyes filled with an emotion she couldn't name. For a second she wondered why she was doing this. She shivered as she thought what he probably would say. But he didn't speak, instead he kept staring down into her eyes. Slowly she lowered her head but didn't let go of him.
And you see that I can't stop shaking
No I won't step back
but I'll look down
to hide from your eyes
'cause what I feel is so sweet
and I'm scared
that even my own breath
oh could burst
if it were a bubble
and I'd better dream
if I have to struggle
Even without noticing she had started to move at the sound of the song. And though he didn't move along with her, she felt him somewhat relax. Scared he would take her arms from his shoulders, she looked up at him again. Holding him closer to her.
So I put my arms around you
around you
and I hope
that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you
they're on you
and I hope you won't hurt me
She gasped as she felt his arms encircling her, his hands softly resting on her waist. But still the look in his eyes hadn't changed.
I'm dancing in the room
As if I was in the woods with you
No need for anything
But music
Music is the reason why
I know time still exists
Time still exists
He blinked and she felt him pulling away. For a second she felt panic running through her veins. Perhaps he was wondering at his own behavior. Tenderly she lifted up her hand and touched his face: "Please stay."
She could she him wondering at her words. She smiled up at him. Carefully she edged closer to him until her body rested against his.
So I put my arms around you
And hope I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you
They're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
Softly the last tones of the song died away in the night.
Slowly he bent over to her, holding her gaze with his deep dark eyes: "Please don't go away tomorrow."
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Quite a few people saw Hermione walking into the great hall. All of them also noticed her being followed by professor Snape. About a dozen pair of eyes followed them as they left the great hall again through the big wooden entrance doors.
Only three people noticed they were holding hands, their fingers entangled.
Ron watched them passing by and wondered if he had been drinking to much butterbeers.
Headmaster Dumbledore followed their movements as he looked over his half moon glasses. A triumphal smile on his face.
The Bloody Baron glanced after them as they disappeared through the hallway.
He nodded: "That was about bloody time!"
THE END
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