Well, not bad...right? I hope I get more reviews soon...you never get many reviews if people haven't heard of you before.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything by J.K Rowling, although this plot is completely 100% MINE.
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Hermione wondered what would happen next. What Snape had told her was raking her brains again and again. A new Dark Lord. Harry had almost been killed in the last war, the battle against Voldemort. It had been bitter and cruel. People who had been in the good side turned to death eaters. They roamed the streets so no enemies were in sight. If they ever saw anyone on Harry's side, they'd immediately kill them with the Avada Kedavra or torture them if they were worthy of holding useful information. Many painful memories still wandered in her head. The sight of Ron. His own brother, Percy Weasley, had killed him. He had become a death eater and killed him without showing any mercy or love. Voldemort had personally ordered him to do that just for self-pleasure of seeing one killing their own sibling. In the end, Percy was killed as well by his very own mother, Molly Weasley. Percy was trying to attack her but luckily she got hold of her wand just in time to curse him. She had been in the Johansson Asylum for 18 months now, and still she couldn't stop shouting and crying "Percy's gone! I killed Percy!" and hardly ever slept. Ron's death was enough; even then she was suffering from severe depression and insomnia and constantly asking for Ron. Hermione felt so lost, back then. That very night before he died, he had made a promise.
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Hermione lied down on the soft, warm sofa, stretching her arms and staring into the radiating heat of the fire. Ron walked to her and lied down beside her, wrapping his long, strong arms around her.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
"You know I love you, don't you?" Ron looked at her earnestly and so seriously.
Hermione looked deeply into his dashing blue eyes that got her into a trance every single time. He had really matured over the years. He did not joke as much but was still quite humorous. His face was less boyish and was replaced with a calm, happy man with a distinguished smile. His body frame was not thin and long but lean and muscular, which was an advantage every time he played quidditch, one of his favorite sports. His hair was not the same red hair that clashed terribly with his newly darkened skin complexion but grown to be more dark and brown, a sort of a light-mahogany colour. He took up a job in a major wizarding publishing company called 'Magiciana' as the vice president, which lengthened his knowledge from books. He didn't do very well at school though and only got 3 OWLS. But that was nothing to worry about for Hermione. Of course she was smart and was in the records for having the highest marks in history, but that did not necessarily mean that she only fell in love with stuck up geniuses. She had fallen for Ron over a lengthy period of time.
"Of course I do Ron. And of course I love you too. That's why we're together like this right now." Hermione smiled up at him.
"Yes, now we are happy. But things are so tight and wrong right now, in the world. What if...something happened to one of us? What then? Will one of us fall in love again while the other looks down on them? Will one of us have this burden for life and never move on? I don't know Hermione, I really don't. I have this strange, uneasy feeling and I don't know where it's coming from. Sometimes I get so scared and afraid of never seeing you again. And I cannot bear that. And to leave without you ever knowing how much I really loved you..." Ron trailed off to a frail whisper.
Hermione looked at his face. She wanted to just melt into him.
"Ron, don't say that. Nothing will happen to us. I promise."
Ron looked up.
"No, I promise. I promise I will be by your side forever until the end, until we decease and rot away. No, more than that. Even after we leave this land, in the after life and even further, I will love you and be there."
"And I too. Ron, I love you so much I can't even put it into words."
Hermione leaned in slowly into Ron and planted a kiss against his lips. She rested her head against his warm chest and counted the rise and fall of his chest. Ron nuzzled against Hermione's soft, wavy hair and tightened his arms around Hermione, as if she was going to fall if he ever let go.
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A tear ran down Hermione's cheek. She could never forget him. She was disgusted at herself for even looking at that boy back at the barbeque. She sat on the bed with a soft 'thud' and looked out the window. She could see Snape's house, towering over hers. A dark figure was stalking across the room that was opposite her.
"Snape?"
The figure plunked onto his bed and raked his fingers through his head. Then he seemed to wave his wand and suddenly the main lights were turned off, and only a small, warm glow seemed to be quivering in the corner. She turned her own light off from her own curiosity on what the cruel and sarcastic would be up to late at night. He seemed to be fumbling with his shirt, then she realized he was taking if off. She stared, not in horror and disgust, but in shock and was surprised at herself from not being able to turn away. He started unbuckling his belt as he tossed it aside. Then, he undid his fly and kicked it off annoyingly. Hermione gasped as she saw his boxers. Black silk. Well, it was pretty predictable. He threw the quilt over and jumped inside, his hands above his head while staring at the ceiling. Then he heaved himself up and looked out the window. Hermione gasped loudly and opened her eyes widely. Snape caught her looking at him and sneered. Then, he took out a quill and parchment from his desk and scribbled something on it. He got his Raven and tied the note onto it, and let it fly out of the window. The black Raven perched itself onto Hermione's windowsill and pecked against the glass. She opened it and untied the letter. She opened is at read:
'Miss Granger, is it necessary that you'd stare at me while I am getting undressed?
-S.S'
Hermione blushed and quickly scribbled something back. She tied it onto the Raven and sent it off. He read is and looked up at her, cocking an eyebrow at her.
'Please excuse me, it was accidental.
-H.G
Snape quickly scribble something again and sent the black raven off.
'I hardly find that convincing. It took me more than 5 minutes to get into bed, which is plenty of time for you to turn away. Hardly accidental.
S.S'
Hermione looked at him mockingly.
'Now, are you saying now that I actually enjoyed seeing you...strip? That ought to keep you silent, Professor. But please tell me, does everything about you have to be black? Black house, black robes, black bird...even black silk boxers...
H.G'
Hermione smiled and blushed even more when Severus finally read her reply. She thought she saw him smile even the tiniest bit, but if he did, it wasn't there anymore. He quickly waved his was and the feeble light that was in the room vanished. Hermione clicked her light off and went to sleep.
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I only write about 1000 words per update. Just an old habit of mine, I only write more if I think 'more' is necessary. Or if I really want to. Well, thanks for the '4' reviews. Haha, poor helpless defenseless lonely me.
-AngelicDevil
Disclaimer: I do not own anything by J.K Rowling, although this plot is completely 100% MINE.
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Hermione wondered what would happen next. What Snape had told her was raking her brains again and again. A new Dark Lord. Harry had almost been killed in the last war, the battle against Voldemort. It had been bitter and cruel. People who had been in the good side turned to death eaters. They roamed the streets so no enemies were in sight. If they ever saw anyone on Harry's side, they'd immediately kill them with the Avada Kedavra or torture them if they were worthy of holding useful information. Many painful memories still wandered in her head. The sight of Ron. His own brother, Percy Weasley, had killed him. He had become a death eater and killed him without showing any mercy or love. Voldemort had personally ordered him to do that just for self-pleasure of seeing one killing their own sibling. In the end, Percy was killed as well by his very own mother, Molly Weasley. Percy was trying to attack her but luckily she got hold of her wand just in time to curse him. She had been in the Johansson Asylum for 18 months now, and still she couldn't stop shouting and crying "Percy's gone! I killed Percy!" and hardly ever slept. Ron's death was enough; even then she was suffering from severe depression and insomnia and constantly asking for Ron. Hermione felt so lost, back then. That very night before he died, he had made a promise.
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Hermione lied down on the soft, warm sofa, stretching her arms and staring into the radiating heat of the fire. Ron walked to her and lied down beside her, wrapping his long, strong arms around her.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
"You know I love you, don't you?" Ron looked at her earnestly and so seriously.
Hermione looked deeply into his dashing blue eyes that got her into a trance every single time. He had really matured over the years. He did not joke as much but was still quite humorous. His face was less boyish and was replaced with a calm, happy man with a distinguished smile. His body frame was not thin and long but lean and muscular, which was an advantage every time he played quidditch, one of his favorite sports. His hair was not the same red hair that clashed terribly with his newly darkened skin complexion but grown to be more dark and brown, a sort of a light-mahogany colour. He took up a job in a major wizarding publishing company called 'Magiciana' as the vice president, which lengthened his knowledge from books. He didn't do very well at school though and only got 3 OWLS. But that was nothing to worry about for Hermione. Of course she was smart and was in the records for having the highest marks in history, but that did not necessarily mean that she only fell in love with stuck up geniuses. She had fallen for Ron over a lengthy period of time.
"Of course I do Ron. And of course I love you too. That's why we're together like this right now." Hermione smiled up at him.
"Yes, now we are happy. But things are so tight and wrong right now, in the world. What if...something happened to one of us? What then? Will one of us fall in love again while the other looks down on them? Will one of us have this burden for life and never move on? I don't know Hermione, I really don't. I have this strange, uneasy feeling and I don't know where it's coming from. Sometimes I get so scared and afraid of never seeing you again. And I cannot bear that. And to leave without you ever knowing how much I really loved you..." Ron trailed off to a frail whisper.
Hermione looked at his face. She wanted to just melt into him.
"Ron, don't say that. Nothing will happen to us. I promise."
Ron looked up.
"No, I promise. I promise I will be by your side forever until the end, until we decease and rot away. No, more than that. Even after we leave this land, in the after life and even further, I will love you and be there."
"And I too. Ron, I love you so much I can't even put it into words."
Hermione leaned in slowly into Ron and planted a kiss against his lips. She rested her head against his warm chest and counted the rise and fall of his chest. Ron nuzzled against Hermione's soft, wavy hair and tightened his arms around Hermione, as if she was going to fall if he ever let go.
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A tear ran down Hermione's cheek. She could never forget him. She was disgusted at herself for even looking at that boy back at the barbeque. She sat on the bed with a soft 'thud' and looked out the window. She could see Snape's house, towering over hers. A dark figure was stalking across the room that was opposite her.
"Snape?"
The figure plunked onto his bed and raked his fingers through his head. Then he seemed to wave his wand and suddenly the main lights were turned off, and only a small, warm glow seemed to be quivering in the corner. She turned her own light off from her own curiosity on what the cruel and sarcastic would be up to late at night. He seemed to be fumbling with his shirt, then she realized he was taking if off. She stared, not in horror and disgust, but in shock and was surprised at herself from not being able to turn away. He started unbuckling his belt as he tossed it aside. Then, he undid his fly and kicked it off annoyingly. Hermione gasped as she saw his boxers. Black silk. Well, it was pretty predictable. He threw the quilt over and jumped inside, his hands above his head while staring at the ceiling. Then he heaved himself up and looked out the window. Hermione gasped loudly and opened her eyes widely. Snape caught her looking at him and sneered. Then, he took out a quill and parchment from his desk and scribbled something on it. He got his Raven and tied the note onto it, and let it fly out of the window. The black Raven perched itself onto Hermione's windowsill and pecked against the glass. She opened it and untied the letter. She opened is at read:
'Miss Granger, is it necessary that you'd stare at me while I am getting undressed?
-S.S'
Hermione blushed and quickly scribbled something back. She tied it onto the Raven and sent it off. He read is and looked up at her, cocking an eyebrow at her.
'Please excuse me, it was accidental.
-H.G
Snape quickly scribble something again and sent the black raven off.
'I hardly find that convincing. It took me more than 5 minutes to get into bed, which is plenty of time for you to turn away. Hardly accidental.
S.S'
Hermione looked at him mockingly.
'Now, are you saying now that I actually enjoyed seeing you...strip? That ought to keep you silent, Professor. But please tell me, does everything about you have to be black? Black house, black robes, black bird...even black silk boxers...
H.G'
Hermione smiled and blushed even more when Severus finally read her reply. She thought she saw him smile even the tiniest bit, but if he did, it wasn't there anymore. He quickly waved his was and the feeble light that was in the room vanished. Hermione clicked her light off and went to sleep.
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I only write about 1000 words per update. Just an old habit of mine, I only write more if I think 'more' is necessary. Or if I really want to. Well, thanks for the '4' reviews. Haha, poor helpless defenseless lonely me.
-AngelicDevil