Muwhahahaha, I'm having fun, people still like it, and apparently my writing gets better with each post? Well, I suppose it's logical, I don't normally have much of any chance to write anything besides essays....anyway, here's part nine! Enjoy!
A few uneventful days have passed since my first kiss...I am relentlessly smiling, except for when I see Malfoy... but I feel like I could levitate just on my good feelings, no magic! I doubt I actually could, but I certainly feel like it
I still think about what I almost saw when I reversed the occulemency...what had I seen? I really want to know that more than anything else right now. I could always ask, but that might be too bold of an action bearing in mind he seemed rather touchy after my mistake.
I set down Severus's book on my pillow, place a piece or parchment between the thick pages to mark my place and close it. This really gives me somewhat of an insight to his tortured past, but I still can't decide if it's based on his life, is an auto-biography, or is just made up. The book is a collection of dark poetry, various spells and hexes, and short and random tales. They all sound like they are pieces passed down through ages and were finally put together by him, but they all have a common thread that reminds me of him.
They are of the classic theme of evil versus good, but with the outcome of evil succeeding for a prolonged time, and eventually being conquered. I know it's very similar to Vol...Voldemort's reign of Terror.
I am finding myself thinking about him time and time again, then my mind wanders back to my yearn to really know who he is. To know about his past, what he wanted, what he did, and why...
"Hey Hermy, where you going?" Ron says distractedly as he watches Harry talking to Ginny.
"I'm going down to the potions class, then I'm heading to the library to find a new book."
"What for!"
"To read? Honestly, Ron, why else would I go-"
"No, why Snape's room!"
I almost stutter for a moment trying to find something to say
"T-to check on a complicated potion I began for extra credit."
"You can get extra credit in a newt class? I want credit!"
"But, well, Ron, you know you're one of my only two best friends, so I must be honest. I think you aren't, well, able to complete this potion. It's immensely complex and if I make any error, it's a negative grade."
"Why risk it then?"
"Why not? Ron, I really must be getting down there."
"Adieu then."
I wave goodbye in response, and take off through the portrait hole and head to his room. I see a group of Slytherins heading toward me, and very un-Gryffindorly, I bolt to the class to escape possible torment. Thank God, they didn't see me running, I feel so nervous... I suppose it's because I want to ask about his life...
The door is locked, but I want to surprise him. I fumble around on the ledge where the key he had is kept, I feel it, pull it out, unlock the door, and cross the threshold to the room, shutting the door behind myself.
I continue walking softly to his chamber's door and find the door is open, but the room is empty...there is a calm sound like water, he must be in the shower, no matter
I cross the room and sit on his bed cross-legged
I wait...and wait.
He sure takes a long time to take a shower.
Finally the water stops running through the pipes with a sharp screech, and I hear footsteps moving closer to the closed bathroom door. The knob turns, opens slowly as a light is turned off, he steps out
Oh for Merlin's sake, does he have no towels?
"Oh, sweet Jesus!"
He shouts an "Argh!" as I dive to shove my face into the covers of his bed, but I can't the image of him out of my mind
I grab the back of my head and push my face further into the mattress and dig into my scalp with my fingernails, not that I didn't like what I saw, I just didn't want to see him like that when he wasn't expecting me, oh well too late now
I feel his large hand leisurely rub my back as he says,
"Well, that was interesting. Hermione are you okay?"
"Of course I'm ok, I'm just sorry I surprised you like that. You certainly surprised me though."
He chuckles as he walks around and sits near my still buried head. He pulls off the sheet from over my head and folds it back down and I look up at him
He is amazing. A black robe with a small Hogwarts crest embellished on the shoulder, jet-black hair dripping every so often with a single drop of water. His expression is fresh, and pleasantly surprised, which comforts me. He watches me as I look him over intensely as he sits next to me. I look back up to his eyes
"Hello."
I feel like crying. I'm not sad, just so emotional, and unable to control it. I must be insane.
"Hi." I sigh back.
I push myself to set my head in his lab and look up and him as I snake my arm around his waist. He looks even more surprised
"My, my. Miss Granger, you are fascinating."
I give him a puzzled look
"One day you hate my living guts, the next you lay on my bed, head on my lap, and looking so desirable."
"Oh, Sev." I say with a false scolding tone
"You are going to have to stop calling me that, unless you are trying to turn me on."
I'm almost taken aback by that statement I had no idea....
"I really effect you that?"
He just falls onto his back the reaches to pull me to him by grabbing me under my arms. I lay against the fabric layer of a robe wrapping his body, breathing in the musky aroma of his hair.
He turns on his side, and kisses me, so softly.
We begin to kiss, pressing out lips gradually harder and harder; I can feel my face blush even though I'm not embarrassed. I'm just not used to this yet.
As we grow more passionate, I feel his tongue slightly press through his lips
I open my mouth slightly more and let his tongue in
It's such a strange, pleasurable feeling... warm, moist, almost salty tasting. I never realized how strong tongues are... I plunge mine into him and we begin snogging
Nothing is going through my head, no thoughts at all, just thinking of him and us and what we could be.
What seems like hours go by and we stop for breath.
"So, what did you come down here for? Why did you venture to my dark dungeons?"
"I actually came to talk, but this was much better." I smirk in a Snape fashion to him
"Nice sneer."
"Smirk." He chuckles lowly
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"I'm not so sure I want to bring it up now. I don't want to ruin...this." I gesture vaguely with my right hand.
"You know you can tell and ask me anything, Hermione." He purrs my name with a low vibrato
I'm not so sure, but here's goes everything.
"I wanted to know what it was I saw of you when I saw a glimpse of your memory."
A few uneventful days have passed since my first kiss...I am relentlessly smiling, except for when I see Malfoy... but I feel like I could levitate just on my good feelings, no magic! I doubt I actually could, but I certainly feel like it
I still think about what I almost saw when I reversed the occulemency...what had I seen? I really want to know that more than anything else right now. I could always ask, but that might be too bold of an action bearing in mind he seemed rather touchy after my mistake.
I set down Severus's book on my pillow, place a piece or parchment between the thick pages to mark my place and close it. This really gives me somewhat of an insight to his tortured past, but I still can't decide if it's based on his life, is an auto-biography, or is just made up. The book is a collection of dark poetry, various spells and hexes, and short and random tales. They all sound like they are pieces passed down through ages and were finally put together by him, but they all have a common thread that reminds me of him.
They are of the classic theme of evil versus good, but with the outcome of evil succeeding for a prolonged time, and eventually being conquered. I know it's very similar to Vol...Voldemort's reign of Terror.
I am finding myself thinking about him time and time again, then my mind wanders back to my yearn to really know who he is. To know about his past, what he wanted, what he did, and why...
"Hey Hermy, where you going?" Ron says distractedly as he watches Harry talking to Ginny.
"I'm going down to the potions class, then I'm heading to the library to find a new book."
"What for!"
"To read? Honestly, Ron, why else would I go-"
"No, why Snape's room!"
I almost stutter for a moment trying to find something to say
"T-to check on a complicated potion I began for extra credit."
"You can get extra credit in a newt class? I want credit!"
"But, well, Ron, you know you're one of my only two best friends, so I must be honest. I think you aren't, well, able to complete this potion. It's immensely complex and if I make any error, it's a negative grade."
"Why risk it then?"
"Why not? Ron, I really must be getting down there."
"Adieu then."
I wave goodbye in response, and take off through the portrait hole and head to his room. I see a group of Slytherins heading toward me, and very un-Gryffindorly, I bolt to the class to escape possible torment. Thank God, they didn't see me running, I feel so nervous... I suppose it's because I want to ask about his life...
The door is locked, but I want to surprise him. I fumble around on the ledge where the key he had is kept, I feel it, pull it out, unlock the door, and cross the threshold to the room, shutting the door behind myself.
I continue walking softly to his chamber's door and find the door is open, but the room is empty...there is a calm sound like water, he must be in the shower, no matter
I cross the room and sit on his bed cross-legged
I wait...and wait.
He sure takes a long time to take a shower.
Finally the water stops running through the pipes with a sharp screech, and I hear footsteps moving closer to the closed bathroom door. The knob turns, opens slowly as a light is turned off, he steps out
Oh for Merlin's sake, does he have no towels?
"Oh, sweet Jesus!"
He shouts an "Argh!" as I dive to shove my face into the covers of his bed, but I can't the image of him out of my mind
I grab the back of my head and push my face further into the mattress and dig into my scalp with my fingernails, not that I didn't like what I saw, I just didn't want to see him like that when he wasn't expecting me, oh well too late now
I feel his large hand leisurely rub my back as he says,
"Well, that was interesting. Hermione are you okay?"
"Of course I'm ok, I'm just sorry I surprised you like that. You certainly surprised me though."
He chuckles as he walks around and sits near my still buried head. He pulls off the sheet from over my head and folds it back down and I look up at him
He is amazing. A black robe with a small Hogwarts crest embellished on the shoulder, jet-black hair dripping every so often with a single drop of water. His expression is fresh, and pleasantly surprised, which comforts me. He watches me as I look him over intensely as he sits next to me. I look back up to his eyes
"Hello."
I feel like crying. I'm not sad, just so emotional, and unable to control it. I must be insane.
"Hi." I sigh back.
I push myself to set my head in his lab and look up and him as I snake my arm around his waist. He looks even more surprised
"My, my. Miss Granger, you are fascinating."
I give him a puzzled look
"One day you hate my living guts, the next you lay on my bed, head on my lap, and looking so desirable."
"Oh, Sev." I say with a false scolding tone
"You are going to have to stop calling me that, unless you are trying to turn me on."
I'm almost taken aback by that statement I had no idea....
"I really effect you that?"
He just falls onto his back the reaches to pull me to him by grabbing me under my arms. I lay against the fabric layer of a robe wrapping his body, breathing in the musky aroma of his hair.
He turns on his side, and kisses me, so softly.
We begin to kiss, pressing out lips gradually harder and harder; I can feel my face blush even though I'm not embarrassed. I'm just not used to this yet.
As we grow more passionate, I feel his tongue slightly press through his lips
I open my mouth slightly more and let his tongue in
It's such a strange, pleasurable feeling... warm, moist, almost salty tasting. I never realized how strong tongues are... I plunge mine into him and we begin snogging
Nothing is going through my head, no thoughts at all, just thinking of him and us and what we could be.
What seems like hours go by and we stop for breath.
"So, what did you come down here for? Why did you venture to my dark dungeons?"
"I actually came to talk, but this was much better." I smirk in a Snape fashion to him
"Nice sneer."
"Smirk." He chuckles lowly
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"I'm not so sure I want to bring it up now. I don't want to ruin...this." I gesture vaguely with my right hand.
"You know you can tell and ask me anything, Hermione." He purrs my name with a low vibrato
I'm not so sure, but here's goes everything.
"I wanted to know what it was I saw of you when I saw a glimpse of your memory."