So sorry it's been dreadfully long since I updated, but I just kinda forgot
so sorry ( Hope someone is still reading this... I love you reviewers, now on
to the seventh part!
Snape's P.O.V. * please keep this in mind and don't forget *
~*~
"Would you like me to fluff you pillow, Sev?"
"Thank you, my love"
She slides the pillow from under my sore head and shakes it about, then ever so carefully replaces it gently... She shifts so she is sitting on the edge of the bed by my head, and leans down to tenderly kiss my forehead, then my nose, and my lips... She leaves, her figure being the last shape I can see in the dark room I whisper a hoarse "Good night, thank you."
She smiles, then walks out leaving the door open to the dim living room
~*~
I have been waking up at that same damn moment in the same blasted dream for days now...every night, the same dream, nothing new happens, she just fluffs the pillow and kisses me then leaves quietly...never anything erotic or dirty, just the same innocent girl taking care of me in my sickness
Why does she haunt me?
I feel, but I know not how to explain these urges, these feelings... I never had much of an interest in witches when I was in my adolescence or even really now...but something about her... I bloody hate not knowing what's going on!
Especially with me! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I head down to the hall for breakfast; I'm constantly running over the fact that Hermione, the beautiful, witty creature had fallen asleep in my arms last night...
Does she really care? Can she possibly care for someone as...as...well wicked as I? Does she truly understand? Can I let this continue?
Nothing this great has ever happened to me, ever. And if I let her go... I doubt anything of this manner *will* occur again.
But I can't continue. She'll get hurt for one reason or another. Either my verbal, or perhaps from retaliation by some angry and vengeful Death Eaters.
I won't allow that to happen.
But what to do? What to do...
I've never had so many questions that I can't answer with my comprehension or knowledge I could gain from books. Why are matters with potential love-interests so difficult? Love-interest. That's too impersonal. This isn't just a dream, or a nightmare. This is actually happening. I mentally slap myself about.
"Come on, concentrate, you fool" I snarl at myself
If only I could ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I begin stirring in some leeches to the potion I had began brewing a few hours ago...I go though the motions of creating the standard Negmotionales potion, it will hopefully allow me to concentrate on what I should be concentrating on, and that is moving on.
A small voice begins to taunt me in my mind...do I really trust myself enough, even under the effects of such a strong potion? Well, do I? I know I cannot stop thinking about the silly girl...but she isn't just a silly girl. Sure she has been an absolute nuisance since she was enrolled in my courses in her first year, but now...now it's different. Isn't it?
"Of course it's different. She isn't an idiotic eleven-year-old muggle girl now. She's... well... she's beautiful, yet...so natural" my voice trails off as I mentally hit myself for speaking aloud.
I continue finishing the potion, now a brilliantly neon blue colour with fumes reeking of too sweet, cheap perfume. It's so ironic how a perfume to make one concentrate has such a distracting, headache causing odor. I take a phial of the potion and swallow it quickly, anxious to clear my mind... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A knock sounds on my classroom door, who else could it be but her at this hour? Who else comes to my classroom during free time? Certainly not another professor, we use the floo network in the school...
I pull open the door and begin to say, "Good eve---"
I look at her and she looks the same, but right now, she just is stunning me with her presence...even though I knew it could only be her
"Hello, Professor."
I move back to allow her in, and I shut the door solidly behind myself.
"I thought we should talk, Severus."
"Oh, well, of course." I sneer a bit, not as much as usual, but just enough to make her a bit angry
"What? Why are you *sneering* at me" She demands to know
"It's what I do."
She mutters something inarticulately and walks on into my chambers, like she knows where she's going...oh; well she does though, doesn't she...
I don't follow, but I can't *not* follow her... Why hasn't the bloody potion set in yet!?
I shut the door behind me again, and sit down on my bed, staring back at her as she sits on my couch backwards to face me.
"Well?"
"Well, I just..."She had something to say, I know it, but what? "I wanted to, er, thank you for the nice night."
Was that all she had to say? No of course not, it's still Granger
"And that, I hope, that is if you don't mind, that perhaps we could, er, do something again?"
She had such a pure look of innocence at that moment that my mind instantly wanted to do unspeakable acts to her in the very bed I was sitting on just to see her less innocent side. I can't help but ogle at her...
"Severus? Is something wrong?"
I awaken from my slight trance, "Oh yes, perfectly fine."
"Okay...so er, I'll be leaving then." She spoke sounding downtrodden
"All right."
She walks out looking let down, but why?
After about fifteen more minutes of trying to get myself out of fixating my mind on her (I suppose the potion worked for concentration) I realize
"Oh Merlin"
She asked me to do something with her and I wasn't paying attention, except to her lovely lips...and I had completely ignored her...I'm now the blundering idiot of the world.
I throw a handful of floo powder into he fire...she doesn't have a fireplace.
"The Library" She better be in there. I'm getting my robes dirty.
Snape's P.O.V. * please keep this in mind and don't forget *
~*~
"Would you like me to fluff you pillow, Sev?"
"Thank you, my love"
She slides the pillow from under my sore head and shakes it about, then ever so carefully replaces it gently... She shifts so she is sitting on the edge of the bed by my head, and leans down to tenderly kiss my forehead, then my nose, and my lips... She leaves, her figure being the last shape I can see in the dark room I whisper a hoarse "Good night, thank you."
She smiles, then walks out leaving the door open to the dim living room
~*~
I have been waking up at that same damn moment in the same blasted dream for days now...every night, the same dream, nothing new happens, she just fluffs the pillow and kisses me then leaves quietly...never anything erotic or dirty, just the same innocent girl taking care of me in my sickness
Why does she haunt me?
I feel, but I know not how to explain these urges, these feelings... I never had much of an interest in witches when I was in my adolescence or even really now...but something about her... I bloody hate not knowing what's going on!
Especially with me! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I head down to the hall for breakfast; I'm constantly running over the fact that Hermione, the beautiful, witty creature had fallen asleep in my arms last night...
Does she really care? Can she possibly care for someone as...as...well wicked as I? Does she truly understand? Can I let this continue?
Nothing this great has ever happened to me, ever. And if I let her go... I doubt anything of this manner *will* occur again.
But I can't continue. She'll get hurt for one reason or another. Either my verbal, or perhaps from retaliation by some angry and vengeful Death Eaters.
I won't allow that to happen.
But what to do? What to do...
I've never had so many questions that I can't answer with my comprehension or knowledge I could gain from books. Why are matters with potential love-interests so difficult? Love-interest. That's too impersonal. This isn't just a dream, or a nightmare. This is actually happening. I mentally slap myself about.
"Come on, concentrate, you fool" I snarl at myself
If only I could ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I begin stirring in some leeches to the potion I had began brewing a few hours ago...I go though the motions of creating the standard Negmotionales potion, it will hopefully allow me to concentrate on what I should be concentrating on, and that is moving on.
A small voice begins to taunt me in my mind...do I really trust myself enough, even under the effects of such a strong potion? Well, do I? I know I cannot stop thinking about the silly girl...but she isn't just a silly girl. Sure she has been an absolute nuisance since she was enrolled in my courses in her first year, but now...now it's different. Isn't it?
"Of course it's different. She isn't an idiotic eleven-year-old muggle girl now. She's... well... she's beautiful, yet...so natural" my voice trails off as I mentally hit myself for speaking aloud.
I continue finishing the potion, now a brilliantly neon blue colour with fumes reeking of too sweet, cheap perfume. It's so ironic how a perfume to make one concentrate has such a distracting, headache causing odor. I take a phial of the potion and swallow it quickly, anxious to clear my mind... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A knock sounds on my classroom door, who else could it be but her at this hour? Who else comes to my classroom during free time? Certainly not another professor, we use the floo network in the school...
I pull open the door and begin to say, "Good eve---"
I look at her and she looks the same, but right now, she just is stunning me with her presence...even though I knew it could only be her
"Hello, Professor."
I move back to allow her in, and I shut the door solidly behind myself.
"I thought we should talk, Severus."
"Oh, well, of course." I sneer a bit, not as much as usual, but just enough to make her a bit angry
"What? Why are you *sneering* at me" She demands to know
"It's what I do."
She mutters something inarticulately and walks on into my chambers, like she knows where she's going...oh; well she does though, doesn't she...
I don't follow, but I can't *not* follow her... Why hasn't the bloody potion set in yet!?
I shut the door behind me again, and sit down on my bed, staring back at her as she sits on my couch backwards to face me.
"Well?"
"Well, I just..."She had something to say, I know it, but what? "I wanted to, er, thank you for the nice night."
Was that all she had to say? No of course not, it's still Granger
"And that, I hope, that is if you don't mind, that perhaps we could, er, do something again?"
She had such a pure look of innocence at that moment that my mind instantly wanted to do unspeakable acts to her in the very bed I was sitting on just to see her less innocent side. I can't help but ogle at her...
"Severus? Is something wrong?"
I awaken from my slight trance, "Oh yes, perfectly fine."
"Okay...so er, I'll be leaving then." She spoke sounding downtrodden
"All right."
She walks out looking let down, but why?
After about fifteen more minutes of trying to get myself out of fixating my mind on her (I suppose the potion worked for concentration) I realize
"Oh Merlin"
She asked me to do something with her and I wasn't paying attention, except to her lovely lips...and I had completely ignored her...I'm now the blundering idiot of the world.
I throw a handful of floo powder into he fire...she doesn't have a fireplace.
"The Library" She better be in there. I'm getting my robes dirty.