Did you like the last chapter? I hope so, in spite of its extreme
shortness. I just felt like it was a good place to stop for the night
*Muwhahahaha* so here's the beginning of the rest of the tale (don't worry,
it's not over yet, I still have much more to torture your minds with, it
really shouldn't even be rated R, yet)
SEVERUS P.O.V.! NYAH!
What does she think is going to be cleared up by giving me back this book? She never even asked when I put it in her trunk to begin with? Perhaps she forgot
I turn over the book
"Or went insane..." There's nothing on this book to even suggest an answer for her absent-mindedness.
I flip through the pages and a piece of folded paper falls out onto the ground. At first, it looks like a page became loose and fell, I squat down and pick up the parchment and examine it's outside. I unfold it and the phrase "Dear Severus" pops out to me. I take the letter to my quarters and sit down on my chair, and read.
Dear Severus,
First off, did you put this book in my trunk? I hope so, because otherwise someone is sneaking into both our rooms; stealing then giving away.
But, I have something more important to tell you. The information isn't suitable for a letter of this manner because this isn't some love letter, this is an invitation. Severus, would you please meet me right now at the top of the North Tower?
Don't bother to R.S.V.P., either you come or you...arrive. What I'm trying to say is hurry up reading, you read much too leisurely. Get you arse up here. Now!
Love from,
Hermione
P.S. Well, hurry up then!
Why does she want to meet me at a tower? I suppose it's private, but so is my classroom...Oh, I should be going.
I grab and pull on a black cloak as I stride to my door, heading to the North Tower.
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As I reach the last few steps of the spiraling staircase of the North Tower, my eagerness mounts higher in anticipation.
There she is. Standing there, looking over the edge of the wall, her lovely hands bracing herself from falling as her eyes wander over the grounds. I clear my throat and she spins around, her robes twirling around her legs.
"So you found it?"
"The note?"
"No, the tower." Sarcasm. She's learned well.
"Yes, so you wished to talk to myself? About what?"
"I want to tell you something important."
"So I took from your needing to meet up here on the roof."
She blushes lightly, just enough to make a difference in her normally fair complexion. My eyes linger on her for a moment then I look to the forest to watch a thestral fly back into the depths.
"Severus, I want to tell, I have.... I love you."
I can feel my eyes widen in surprise as I turn to face her. I look into her eyes, not quite sure what to say to this significant statement. My thoughts fly through my head at near light speed, trying to figure out the obvious conclusion.
"I love you, too, Hermione."
She is in a standstill for a moment as the anxiety falls from her face, and soon she is smothering me with her embrace and her kisses to my lips. I feel all care of anyone seeing melt away as I clutch to her and push my own mouth to hers.
She pulls back for a breath, her thoughtful brown eyes searching my face then locking to my eyes. I can feel my ecstasy spreading through my entire body like a liquid filling my veins.
I take her hand and begin descending down the steps; she lets go after five or six. I turn in surprise.
"What?"
She looks at me like I'm unbalanced... oh. We're in school.
I take the palm of my hand and slap it on my forehead to show that I understand my mistake. Then walk past her and down the stairs in a huff, she isn't following, perhaps afraid I am actually angry, I turn my head back at her and make a small smile suggesting she should follow. She does.
We walk all the way through the school, past the dungeons, and into my residence, without saying a word.
I watch her, from the middle of the room where I am standing, as she takes a seat on my couch, he back against the arm rest and her legs pulled up to her with her arms resting across the tops of her knees.
I walk to her, my swift footsteps echoing through the room, and my cloak rustling around my ankles. I sit down on the sofa in the same fashion as she is, but facing her.
She has a slightly worried expression on her face
"What is it?"
"It's complicated."
"Maybe I can try understanding?"
"That'd be something new." Again with the smirking, I'm proud
"You're starting to act like me. You smirk and sneer, and make snide comments. You friends may begin to become frightened."
Her smirk levels into a smile.
"Fine. My mental issue is that, however selfish it may be, I want to be older."
"Older! Why would want that?"
"So I could be with you, and it would be socially acceptable."
"But you would lose 20 years of you life!"
"Not actually 20, you know it's less."
"No. I won't let you." I lay down the rule
"But if I don't you and I will never be able to be seen in public doing anything! All I have to do is swallow some aging potion. Fred and George took a few drops to look a few months older in my 4th year. If they can brew it, I can."
"I have no doubts that you can make the potion, I just will not allow you to take any. Especially if you're taking it just for me."
"Well, then what do you suggest?"
What do I suggest? Well, it's simple, I take the de-aging potion, become younger, and we can be together.
"Well, do you have anything?"
"Yes. I could take de-aging potion and become closer to your age and gain about fifteen years to my life, instead of you losing the fifteen and not being able to go to a university right after graduation."
"There's a potion to become younger?" The disbelief showing from her eyes
"Of course there is. Everything has a counter part."
"Except death? And dementors' kiss?"
Right...
"Yes, those are the exceptions."
She mills the thought of a younger me over in her mind. I can almost see her thoughts going around through her head. I turn away and look at my book on the table. Her note is resting on the book like it's been there for years.
Her voice disrupts my gaze
"Would you lose your mark?"
"No." That depresses me. I want all evidence of having been linked to Voldemort to disappear.
"Good."
Incredible. She really is insane.
"Have you lost your mind, Hermione?"
"If you lose the mark then you have nothing to show for your past, your life, who you are."
"All right then. Who am I?"
She takes a moment to think then, to my surprise, makes a small speech
"You are Severus Snape, Thirty-four. You went to Hogwarts, had an unusual talent in potions, and hated Potter, Lupin, Black, and you know. You went to an exclusive University to specialize in Potions, but remained impressionable. You joined V-Voldemort, and did terrible acts. You joined up with Dumbledore and became an excellent spy for our side, now you remain as the Potions master at your childhood magic School, and head of Slytherin house. You still hate Potters, Lupin, Black, and well you know...and you love me." She finishes.
I am taken aback at her profound statements, and astonished at her incredible accuracy.
"But I need to know the rest."
"Rest of what?"
"You." She says suggestively. I look up at her, a moment ago I had been looking down at my hands.
Her eyes are narrowed, but she startles me
Does she mean what I think her to mean?
"All of me?" I question back with the same tone in my voice
Her cheeks and tips of her ears turn pink, and she buries her face into her robe.
She.... wants me.
SEVERUS P.O.V.! NYAH!
What does she think is going to be cleared up by giving me back this book? She never even asked when I put it in her trunk to begin with? Perhaps she forgot
I turn over the book
"Or went insane..." There's nothing on this book to even suggest an answer for her absent-mindedness.
I flip through the pages and a piece of folded paper falls out onto the ground. At first, it looks like a page became loose and fell, I squat down and pick up the parchment and examine it's outside. I unfold it and the phrase "Dear Severus" pops out to me. I take the letter to my quarters and sit down on my chair, and read.
Dear Severus,
First off, did you put this book in my trunk? I hope so, because otherwise someone is sneaking into both our rooms; stealing then giving away.
But, I have something more important to tell you. The information isn't suitable for a letter of this manner because this isn't some love letter, this is an invitation. Severus, would you please meet me right now at the top of the North Tower?
Don't bother to R.S.V.P., either you come or you...arrive. What I'm trying to say is hurry up reading, you read much too leisurely. Get you arse up here. Now!
Love from,
Hermione
P.S. Well, hurry up then!
Why does she want to meet me at a tower? I suppose it's private, but so is my classroom...Oh, I should be going.
I grab and pull on a black cloak as I stride to my door, heading to the North Tower.
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As I reach the last few steps of the spiraling staircase of the North Tower, my eagerness mounts higher in anticipation.
There she is. Standing there, looking over the edge of the wall, her lovely hands bracing herself from falling as her eyes wander over the grounds. I clear my throat and she spins around, her robes twirling around her legs.
"So you found it?"
"The note?"
"No, the tower." Sarcasm. She's learned well.
"Yes, so you wished to talk to myself? About what?"
"I want to tell you something important."
"So I took from your needing to meet up here on the roof."
She blushes lightly, just enough to make a difference in her normally fair complexion. My eyes linger on her for a moment then I look to the forest to watch a thestral fly back into the depths.
"Severus, I want to tell, I have.... I love you."
I can feel my eyes widen in surprise as I turn to face her. I look into her eyes, not quite sure what to say to this significant statement. My thoughts fly through my head at near light speed, trying to figure out the obvious conclusion.
"I love you, too, Hermione."
She is in a standstill for a moment as the anxiety falls from her face, and soon she is smothering me with her embrace and her kisses to my lips. I feel all care of anyone seeing melt away as I clutch to her and push my own mouth to hers.
She pulls back for a breath, her thoughtful brown eyes searching my face then locking to my eyes. I can feel my ecstasy spreading through my entire body like a liquid filling my veins.
I take her hand and begin descending down the steps; she lets go after five or six. I turn in surprise.
"What?"
She looks at me like I'm unbalanced... oh. We're in school.
I take the palm of my hand and slap it on my forehead to show that I understand my mistake. Then walk past her and down the stairs in a huff, she isn't following, perhaps afraid I am actually angry, I turn my head back at her and make a small smile suggesting she should follow. She does.
We walk all the way through the school, past the dungeons, and into my residence, without saying a word.
I watch her, from the middle of the room where I am standing, as she takes a seat on my couch, he back against the arm rest and her legs pulled up to her with her arms resting across the tops of her knees.
I walk to her, my swift footsteps echoing through the room, and my cloak rustling around my ankles. I sit down on the sofa in the same fashion as she is, but facing her.
She has a slightly worried expression on her face
"What is it?"
"It's complicated."
"Maybe I can try understanding?"
"That'd be something new." Again with the smirking, I'm proud
"You're starting to act like me. You smirk and sneer, and make snide comments. You friends may begin to become frightened."
Her smirk levels into a smile.
"Fine. My mental issue is that, however selfish it may be, I want to be older."
"Older! Why would want that?"
"So I could be with you, and it would be socially acceptable."
"But you would lose 20 years of you life!"
"Not actually 20, you know it's less."
"No. I won't let you." I lay down the rule
"But if I don't you and I will never be able to be seen in public doing anything! All I have to do is swallow some aging potion. Fred and George took a few drops to look a few months older in my 4th year. If they can brew it, I can."
"I have no doubts that you can make the potion, I just will not allow you to take any. Especially if you're taking it just for me."
"Well, then what do you suggest?"
What do I suggest? Well, it's simple, I take the de-aging potion, become younger, and we can be together.
"Well, do you have anything?"
"Yes. I could take de-aging potion and become closer to your age and gain about fifteen years to my life, instead of you losing the fifteen and not being able to go to a university right after graduation."
"There's a potion to become younger?" The disbelief showing from her eyes
"Of course there is. Everything has a counter part."
"Except death? And dementors' kiss?"
Right...
"Yes, those are the exceptions."
She mills the thought of a younger me over in her mind. I can almost see her thoughts going around through her head. I turn away and look at my book on the table. Her note is resting on the book like it's been there for years.
Her voice disrupts my gaze
"Would you lose your mark?"
"No." That depresses me. I want all evidence of having been linked to Voldemort to disappear.
"Good."
Incredible. She really is insane.
"Have you lost your mind, Hermione?"
"If you lose the mark then you have nothing to show for your past, your life, who you are."
"All right then. Who am I?"
She takes a moment to think then, to my surprise, makes a small speech
"You are Severus Snape, Thirty-four. You went to Hogwarts, had an unusual talent in potions, and hated Potter, Lupin, Black, and you know. You went to an exclusive University to specialize in Potions, but remained impressionable. You joined V-Voldemort, and did terrible acts. You joined up with Dumbledore and became an excellent spy for our side, now you remain as the Potions master at your childhood magic School, and head of Slytherin house. You still hate Potters, Lupin, Black, and well you know...and you love me." She finishes.
I am taken aback at her profound statements, and astonished at her incredible accuracy.
"But I need to know the rest."
"Rest of what?"
"You." She says suggestively. I look up at her, a moment ago I had been looking down at my hands.
Her eyes are narrowed, but she startles me
Does she mean what I think her to mean?
"All of me?" I question back with the same tone in my voice
Her cheeks and tips of her ears turn pink, and she buries her face into her robe.
She.... wants me.