Ok, Guys… here you are. I really, really like this chapters… It's one of my favourites. As I said the end has already been planned and I've made up my mind about the FP/GW/SS love triangle. Don't you worry; just trust me.
Anyway… enjoy…and review!
Chapter 39: He Came to Her in Dreams
'Oh, Severus!,' She shouted in pain, 'Oh, please, don't stop. Don't ever stop!' She shouted in pain. It was her first time, so the pain his thrusts were causing her was incredible. Despite the aches, she was greatly enjoying every minute of it.
'Oh, Miss Pugliare…. You are so tight,' He said with passion in his voice.
'Oh, Professor!,' She shouted, 'Make me come! Harder!' She begged, holding her hips tightly with both her hands.
They, eventually, came together moaning with pleasure. He proceeded, then, to place his head on her bare chest, playing with his nose between her breasts.
'I love...,' He said, then making a pause, he added,' …the way you smell,' He said, correcting himself quickly.
'I also love…,' She said, mocking his anxiety, '…the way you smell, Severus'
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Florence woke up completely covered in sweat, gasping for air. That dream, that nightmare, had seemed so real…. but why?
'Of course,' She thought to herself moments later. 'It seemed real because it really happened. How could I forgot about my first time?' She asked to herself in mild astonishment, 'But why did I recall that specific time of my life? Why now?' she once again asked to herself, this time out loud.
But Florence did not get an answer; she was only able to hear George's snores.
'Silly me, talking to myself,' She muttered between her breath, while pulling the covers to her side. And so, she slowly closed her eyes, and when her head finally touched the pillow, she fell asleep.
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'Severus…I love you,' a much younger Florence confessed to a much younger Hogwarts professor.
Florence was obviously dreaming again, but this time she wasn't re-living the past, she was watching it as an onlooker; as a bare spectator… as if trapped in a pensieve.
Florence remembered quite well what had happened after she had confessed her feelings for Severus. He had rejected her.
'Severus…I love you,' A younger version of herself confessed.
'Miss Pugliare, maybe we should stop seeing each other,' Snape said in a cold tone, which revealed no emotions.
'But…Severus…why?' A 6th year Florence asked, confused.
'Because we must; this is wrong. My reputation, my career… my life…I can't risk it because of a meaningless affair with a student,' He said in a cool voice.
'Meaningless affair with a student?' She asked, repeating Severus's words in a madder tone. Hogwarts most feared, most respectable Potion's Master said nothing, 'Haven't you heard my words?' Florence asked, closing her fists strongly, 'Haven't you heard that I've fallen for you, Severus?'
Again he remained silent.
'Don't you love me?' She asked, caressing the sallow skin on his cheek.
He said nothing. He just stood there, looking at her with disgust in her eyes. This younger version of Florence Pugliare did not know what hurt her the most, his spiteful words or his empty gaze.
'Very well, Professor Snape,' She said in an angry tone of voice. A tone she had never used when speaking to Snape. 'We shall stop seeing each other, we shall stop making love and above all things I, and only I, shall stop loving such a prat,' She said, a tear running down her cheek.
He wanted so much to clean that tear away with his thumb, caressing her silky skin at least one more time… but doing so would only cause more problems.
'Goodbye, Professor,' She sadly said, turning away from him and running away from sight.
'Goodbye my lady love, my dove,' He whispered for no one but himself to hear.
The real Florence, the one having the dream- not the one that had just run away from Snape's cruel words- had watched the scene from the very beginning. She had never heard those final words of him, so filled with pain and sorrow for her lost.
'Miss Pugliare,' A deep voice coming from behind called her. She hadn't expected to see HIM there. There was no need for her to turn around; she could recognize his voice. Severus Snape- the real one, not the one that had rejected her former self seconds ago- was behind her.
'What are you doing here?' She asked puzzled.
'I was the one that brought you here, Florence. I did so because I wanted to speak to you without the presence of Mr. Weasley,' He confessed, a smirk in his face.
'How dare you!' She shouted hysterically at him. He smiled even more, though, as if enjoying the effect he could still have on her.
'Miss Pugliare, Florence… I thought you would be glad to be inside my head,' He softly said, taking her hand in his. However, she immediately broke the contact as if he had the plague or something.
'You thought wrong, Professor,' She quietly said, 'Why would I enjoy re-living one of the worst memories of my life?' She asked, not daring to look at him in the eyes.
'I deeply regret my previous decisions,' He sadly said, 'I apologize.'
'Let me wake up, Severus,' She begged, looking deeply disturbed. She had suddenly gone pale and she was shaking almost uncontrollably. 'I'll only accept your apology if you let me wake up, please,' She said in the weakest of tones, hugging herself, as if trying to control her shivers.
'Very well, Miss Pugliare… but mark my words, we will soon meet again,' He said and with a flick of his wand, Florence woke up in her chambers, completely covered in sweat once again and feeling utterly scared and empty.
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Night became day in a little, but cosy, house in Hogsmeade. Hermione Granger woke up feeling rather hungry. After all, she was now eating for three.
When she unconsciously turned to touch Ron's chest, she found nothing there but sheets.
'What the heck…?' She thought to herself, while looking for her robes around the room. She quickly dressed herself up with magenta robes, and putting on her pink slippers, she walked to the kitchen where she found none other than Ronald Weasley preparing breakfast.
'Good morning, 'Mione,' He said, walking to where she was. 'Good morning, baby boy, baby girl,' He said, rubbing Hermione's tummy fondly. Hermione smiled; he was going to make a good father of twins.
'Morning, Ron,' She said between yawns.
'Fancy some bacon and eggs, toast, or muffins?' He asked, holding a frying pan with his left hand.
'I could do with some toast, thanks,' she replied kindly. He handed a plate with six toasts covered in butter and fig marmalade; Hermione's favourite.
'We haven't talked about how we'll name the babies,' He said, sitting down across from Hermione who, by now, was devouring the dish in front of her.
'I'll walk to Hogwarts this afternoon while you are at work, and check some books about the subject,' She suggested almost automatically, as if the only way to find names for their twins was through the library at Hogwarts.
'Say no more,' He said firmly walking straight to the fireplace with a handful of Floo powder, which he threw to the flames. They suddenly turned green.
'Hogwarts, guest room number 36,' he said in the clearest of voices.
Seconds later, a very pale, very awful-looking Florence appeared. Well… only her head appeared to be exact.
'Good morning, Florence. Are you ok?,' Ron asked, concerned about his best friend's health.
'No, I couldn't get too much sleep last night… but apart from that I can't complain,' She confessed between big yawns.
'Ok, very well…,' Ron cleared his throat, then added, 'I was wondering if you or George could escort Hermione to Hogwarts this afternoon,' He politely asked.
'Yes, of course. George will pick her up whenever she wants,' She answered shortly, 'But I must run, now Ron. I have my first lecture in less than 20 minutes.'
'Good luck,' Both Ron and Hermione shouted, though Hermione was in the kitchen, so the odds of Florence actually hearing her voice were against her.
With a loud pop!, Florence's head disappeared.
'What do you think kept her from sleeping last night?' Ron asked the mother of his twins.
'I don't want to know…' She said, then reflecting about her last statement, she added, 'But somehow I imagine it has something to do with Snape,' She finally said, leaving Ron slightly worried.
