*A/n: Sorry this one is a bit short. maybe the next one will be longer
because this one is so short... you never know. Actually I really don't
know myself, I mean I can practically end it next chapter...*shrugs* I hope
the chapter isn't too confusing, in fact when editing I added a ton more
just to tray and clarify... originally almost all the dialects for by
themselves, something's are meant to be confusing so I can have fun clarify
them latter, kay? okay!
Hope everyone will have a happy new year!*
6. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
She opened her eyes to her room. To her mattress, to her now relatively nice room. She wondered what the hell had happened. Severus was sitting in the window. She could tell he knew she was awake. His head was looking at the crack in the top of the windowsill. Her stomach squashed as she thought of him finding her there.
"You know the innkeeper threw hell of a fit when he found you had opened that room." He said it calmly and quietly. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word. Her throat refused to work. He didn't notice or didn't care. Either way he just kept telling the ceiling what happened.
"He thought no one could get in there. He had tried, but it didn't work. He didn't know what was in there. He sensed it was powerful and dark, but he didn't know how powerful and dark. He was never down here during the war, he was above. He was one of the death eaters that only did killing of the soldiers. The moral killing, the killing war entails. But what happened under here...
"I'm guessing the room recognized you. It shouldn't have, it was only supposed to recognize death eaters, but I guess now the war is over, it will accept anything almost. Or maybe it would always let you in. I don't know, I don't want to know. I never wanted to go in there. It would have let me in... I think it would have. I don't really care, actually I do.
But what if you had shut that door and I couldn't get in? What if I didn't care to find you? What if you just remained passed out in there the magic in that room keeping you out of it?"
Her head was resting on the covers as he stopped abruptly. She swallowed, taking in what he was saying.
"Had you..." Hermione managed to find the words to say, letting the implied question fall into the air. This question she sensed he had been dreading since she was here. She knew he didn't want to tell her. but she had to know if he had something to d with that room. If he hadn't why the hell would he be here?
"Yes." He sounded ashamed.
"Did you ever," The new question, this one making Hermione's chest pound. The beat a frantic fear hidden beneath the calmness of the room, the blank expression on her face. Because if he had anything to do with the killing in that room, the cold dead skin on warm flesh of that magick...
"No, I was just inducted into the inner circle there."
"I did"
Severus closed his eyes. The pain of it all coming back. Hermione turned her head to watch him. His voice slow and tried. She wanted to be close to him, but at the same time she knew their experiences needed this space.
Though maybe they were the only two left with these same visions left in their scared minds.
"I don't know if what were connected to in there is true, I don't know and I'm so afraid its true. I don't want to die and not know"
"It's not damn fair, what were we supposed to do?" Hermione's chest was one big not as she cursed out her words, able finally able to ask.
"Let ourselves be killed in our own good morals." That was not the answer she wanted.
"Fuck, morals, were going to be damned to hell anyways, you yourself questioned what that magick in there could do" Hermione knew it was the fear speaking now, her voice so much louder then his, the strain in it evident.
Severus was walking towards her now, having smoothly dislodged himself from windowsill. He fell with enviably grace onto her bed. Resting himself against the headboard as she nudged her way into his arms. Resting her head against his heartbeat she heard him faintly mutter
"Only time will tell... only our time will tell."
She had found the warmth in his arms and closed her eyes. Willing it to let herself to fall into a blessed sleep. He only followed suit, comfortable knowing he was not alone.
Hope everyone will have a happy new year!*
6. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
She opened her eyes to her room. To her mattress, to her now relatively nice room. She wondered what the hell had happened. Severus was sitting in the window. She could tell he knew she was awake. His head was looking at the crack in the top of the windowsill. Her stomach squashed as she thought of him finding her there.
"You know the innkeeper threw hell of a fit when he found you had opened that room." He said it calmly and quietly. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word. Her throat refused to work. He didn't notice or didn't care. Either way he just kept telling the ceiling what happened.
"He thought no one could get in there. He had tried, but it didn't work. He didn't know what was in there. He sensed it was powerful and dark, but he didn't know how powerful and dark. He was never down here during the war, he was above. He was one of the death eaters that only did killing of the soldiers. The moral killing, the killing war entails. But what happened under here...
"I'm guessing the room recognized you. It shouldn't have, it was only supposed to recognize death eaters, but I guess now the war is over, it will accept anything almost. Or maybe it would always let you in. I don't know, I don't want to know. I never wanted to go in there. It would have let me in... I think it would have. I don't really care, actually I do.
But what if you had shut that door and I couldn't get in? What if I didn't care to find you? What if you just remained passed out in there the magic in that room keeping you out of it?"
Her head was resting on the covers as he stopped abruptly. She swallowed, taking in what he was saying.
"Had you..." Hermione managed to find the words to say, letting the implied question fall into the air. This question she sensed he had been dreading since she was here. She knew he didn't want to tell her. but she had to know if he had something to d with that room. If he hadn't why the hell would he be here?
"Yes." He sounded ashamed.
"Did you ever," The new question, this one making Hermione's chest pound. The beat a frantic fear hidden beneath the calmness of the room, the blank expression on her face. Because if he had anything to do with the killing in that room, the cold dead skin on warm flesh of that magick...
"No, I was just inducted into the inner circle there."
"I did"
Severus closed his eyes. The pain of it all coming back. Hermione turned her head to watch him. His voice slow and tried. She wanted to be close to him, but at the same time she knew their experiences needed this space.
Though maybe they were the only two left with these same visions left in their scared minds.
"I don't know if what were connected to in there is true, I don't know and I'm so afraid its true. I don't want to die and not know"
"It's not damn fair, what were we supposed to do?" Hermione's chest was one big not as she cursed out her words, able finally able to ask.
"Let ourselves be killed in our own good morals." That was not the answer she wanted.
"Fuck, morals, were going to be damned to hell anyways, you yourself questioned what that magick in there could do" Hermione knew it was the fear speaking now, her voice so much louder then his, the strain in it evident.
Severus was walking towards her now, having smoothly dislodged himself from windowsill. He fell with enviably grace onto her bed. Resting himself against the headboard as she nudged her way into his arms. Resting her head against his heartbeat she heard him faintly mutter
"Only time will tell... only our time will tell."
She had found the warmth in his arms and closed her eyes. Willing it to let herself to fall into a blessed sleep. He only followed suit, comfortable knowing he was not alone.