Still don't own HP... poo... plus I was e-mailing and just "surfing the web" haha.... Actually I really only go to mugglenet.com, since that's my e- mail.... blah oh and this one is kinda short, sorry to disappoint, but I'm just feeling blah so I'll be writing another chapter soon enough thanks to all me reviewers!
"Good, what's so good? We can't use it!" I shout as he looks at me with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes, "What are you thinking? It's- it's against the law!" I place special emphasis on the words against and law, trying to make my point.
"Don't you ever do anything that's forbidden?" At first I think, what in bloody hell? Hasn't he known me forever... then I realize the sarcasm
"Oh, shut it, you."
He wraps his arms around me, surprising me at first, and then he says
"Apparating?" he questions as a hint to end my slight confusion.
"One, two-- " We swirl through the air and space and land with a soft flump on something cushy
"Three."
"Damn." I say as I try to figure out where we are
"What?"
"You're a sneaky bastard." I state as I've just realized he apparated us onto a bed.
He nuzzles his head next to my neck, his breath tickling my ears. The pit of my stomach stirs quite a bit, especially when he starts running his hand up and down my outer thigh. God, that feels so tempting
Millions of thoughts dart through my mind, are we going to....to do something? Am I afraid of doing anything at all? But I love him, so so so much... Am I ready? No, I'm not... I'm.... What if we do? Would that be so bad? I don't know very much about anything like this, but who really does until they've done it?
I softly kissed his jaw line as I think
"Sev..." I begin, but trail off, not sure what to say next. "I... I er..."
He lets go and propels himself off me.
"Sorry." He mutters
"Oh. Well, it's all right, I just... I don't think..." I just can't bring myself to say 'I don't think I'm ready for much of anything just yet'. I don't feel any of the courage that I should have, being in Gryffindor and all...
"No, no, Hermione. It's perfectly all right!" He says honestly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, or anything like that!" He now seems flustered, but still is being sincere
I can feel my face becoming pinker as I think about it, so I jump up and off the bed, pull off the robe and heightened shoes and put them on a chair. I begin to walk down this unfamiliar hall. I hear his footsteps slowly following me. I think he's trying to pretend he isn't there, but I can hear his heels each time he places it down again. I push open one door. A dark lavatory is inside; I reach, feeling with my fingers for a light switch.
"You're never going to find a light switch, Hermione. This isn't a muggle house."
I pull back my hand
"Lumos." I say and I shine my wand light into the room. Seems like a normal washroom, so I walk on. The next door I come to, I try to turn the handle.
"Why is this door locked?"
"I don't like it opened."
"What? Why? What's in there?"
"It was my brother's room when he lived here for a while. I'm not about to go in there and touch his filthy things, so I just keep it locked." His eyes are blank and emotionless. Strange. Maybe he'll tell me about his brother...
I move to the next room to end the silence. I push the heavy door open to find just a closet with a few old brooms, a single dark brown cloak, and a box on shelf I can't reach.
I turn back; just to see what he is doing, only to find that he isn't there anymore.
"Severus?" I call. My voice echoes slightly through the empty corridor. "Severus?" I say, my voice rising in anxiety
I tear back down the hallway to the room we first apparated in. Standing in the doorway, I comb over the room with my eyes, I don't think he's in here. I look to my left; there is an old staircase. I walk down the thickly covered in dust steps, sliding my right hand on the railing. I find myself in the living room I visited with Sev on our "first date"... There is a swinging wooden door leading to another room. The door is lightly swinging...
"Severus? Severus Snape? Professor?" I call out
I can feel my shoulders tensing as I grip my wand that was in my pocket. I slowly pull out my wand and hold it in front of me as I push open the swinging door. I see a kitchen.... And Severus standing by a stool pouring himself a small glass of brown liquor.
"What in bloody hell are you doing? Why did you all of a sudden disappear? Damn it."
He sips at his glass, contemplating his answer.
"I thought I would let you explore this old house without me trailing you down the halls."
"Why? This house is actually slightly creepy... I don't want to be in here alone."
Even though I think this house is perfectly safe, I just have an odd feeling... A feeling like when I first went into number twelve Grimmauld place. It felt...eerie and evil.
I must be over-reacting. I tend to do that, no matter how much I try to deny it. But, just the untouched "vibe" I feel, and the magic holding this house... is definitely not the same magic holding together the Weasley's house...
"Good, what's so good? We can't use it!" I shout as he looks at me with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes, "What are you thinking? It's- it's against the law!" I place special emphasis on the words against and law, trying to make my point.
"Don't you ever do anything that's forbidden?" At first I think, what in bloody hell? Hasn't he known me forever... then I realize the sarcasm
"Oh, shut it, you."
He wraps his arms around me, surprising me at first, and then he says
"Apparating?" he questions as a hint to end my slight confusion.
"One, two-- " We swirl through the air and space and land with a soft flump on something cushy
"Three."
"Damn." I say as I try to figure out where we are
"What?"
"You're a sneaky bastard." I state as I've just realized he apparated us onto a bed.
He nuzzles his head next to my neck, his breath tickling my ears. The pit of my stomach stirs quite a bit, especially when he starts running his hand up and down my outer thigh. God, that feels so tempting
Millions of thoughts dart through my mind, are we going to....to do something? Am I afraid of doing anything at all? But I love him, so so so much... Am I ready? No, I'm not... I'm.... What if we do? Would that be so bad? I don't know very much about anything like this, but who really does until they've done it?
I softly kissed his jaw line as I think
"Sev..." I begin, but trail off, not sure what to say next. "I... I er..."
He lets go and propels himself off me.
"Sorry." He mutters
"Oh. Well, it's all right, I just... I don't think..." I just can't bring myself to say 'I don't think I'm ready for much of anything just yet'. I don't feel any of the courage that I should have, being in Gryffindor and all...
"No, no, Hermione. It's perfectly all right!" He says honestly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, or anything like that!" He now seems flustered, but still is being sincere
I can feel my face becoming pinker as I think about it, so I jump up and off the bed, pull off the robe and heightened shoes and put them on a chair. I begin to walk down this unfamiliar hall. I hear his footsteps slowly following me. I think he's trying to pretend he isn't there, but I can hear his heels each time he places it down again. I push open one door. A dark lavatory is inside; I reach, feeling with my fingers for a light switch.
"You're never going to find a light switch, Hermione. This isn't a muggle house."
I pull back my hand
"Lumos." I say and I shine my wand light into the room. Seems like a normal washroom, so I walk on. The next door I come to, I try to turn the handle.
"Why is this door locked?"
"I don't like it opened."
"What? Why? What's in there?"
"It was my brother's room when he lived here for a while. I'm not about to go in there and touch his filthy things, so I just keep it locked." His eyes are blank and emotionless. Strange. Maybe he'll tell me about his brother...
I move to the next room to end the silence. I push the heavy door open to find just a closet with a few old brooms, a single dark brown cloak, and a box on shelf I can't reach.
I turn back; just to see what he is doing, only to find that he isn't there anymore.
"Severus?" I call. My voice echoes slightly through the empty corridor. "Severus?" I say, my voice rising in anxiety
I tear back down the hallway to the room we first apparated in. Standing in the doorway, I comb over the room with my eyes, I don't think he's in here. I look to my left; there is an old staircase. I walk down the thickly covered in dust steps, sliding my right hand on the railing. I find myself in the living room I visited with Sev on our "first date"... There is a swinging wooden door leading to another room. The door is lightly swinging...
"Severus? Severus Snape? Professor?" I call out
I can feel my shoulders tensing as I grip my wand that was in my pocket. I slowly pull out my wand and hold it in front of me as I push open the swinging door. I see a kitchen.... And Severus standing by a stool pouring himself a small glass of brown liquor.
"What in bloody hell are you doing? Why did you all of a sudden disappear? Damn it."
He sips at his glass, contemplating his answer.
"I thought I would let you explore this old house without me trailing you down the halls."
"Why? This house is actually slightly creepy... I don't want to be in here alone."
Even though I think this house is perfectly safe, I just have an odd feeling... A feeling like when I first went into number twelve Grimmauld place. It felt...eerie and evil.
I must be over-reacting. I tend to do that, no matter how much I try to deny it. But, just the untouched "vibe" I feel, and the magic holding this house... is definitely not the same magic holding together the Weasley's house...