Did you guys like that one? I was feeling angsty therefore my fic had angst-
ness... is that a word? Whatever ;) hahaha... I love reviewers and I still
don't own Harry Potter or any of the rights to it, so don't sue me for
writing... I just happen to use characters used named Severus Snape and
Hermione Granger... are the names copyrighted? What happens if there is
someone named Hermione Granger? Isn't there someone actually named that?
Wonder if J.K. reads fanfics....
I wake again, my eyes sore from crying in Severus's arms for hours... I see he is awake and probably never fell asleep. His arms are still tight across me shoulders while I continue sitting on his lap.
"Are you okay?" He whispers, his voice is raspy from crying, so he talks in a deep voice
"I'm all right, I'm all right. It only hurts when I breathe."
"Why?"
"Crying too much..."
He sighs; I can feel his chest push against my back, then release.
"So... what-what happened?" I ask cautiously
"To what?"
"Your b-brother..."
"Oh...he was killed. V-the Dark Lord felt betrayed by Dominic when he couldn't muster up enough mental strength to place an imperius curse on me, he knew I could throw it off and might kill him in revenge." He states like it's a fact he memorized for History of Magic.
"Oh... I understand... So all of this, was, well... everything? Your whole story, nothing left out? I just need to know everything about you..."
"Yes, everything... what about you?"
"Me?"
"What's your story, the parts I don't know?"
"Well, it's not very interesting or dramatic."
"Do you think I care if it's dramatic? I don't need more drama, you know that," A small smile flashes across his face for a second... I could feel his face move like that against the back of my head.
"Well... both of my parents are muggle dentists an---"
"What is a 'dentist'?" He says the word like it's a foreign language
"It's well...a muggle healer for teeth. I'm an only child who lived a normal muggle life full of school, a few friends, and only few problems. Until Hogwarts, that is. I dread Holidays because it means having to go back to my extended family... they all sincerely believe I'm insane because I don't care."
I shift my seat and continue
"My mother's sister is extremely Catholic and tries to convert me every time I see her. You see, I'm not religious at all, and she thinks I am the Devil's advocate because I said something about Hogwarts once, causing her to ask what that was... so I said it's a magic school and I'm a witch. Well, you can imagine that didn't go over too well... I thought she would force me kneel and pray right on the spot."
He laughs gently
"My dad's sister, aunt Mary Ann, is a muggle healer and so is her husband, Richard. They're okay; but it's just their son, David, who is a pain in the arse. He's unbelievably immature and a lazy bum. He's nearly twenty and still living with his parents because they're timid and won't do anything about him. My Uncle Joseph is a Paleontologist and his wife, Marie, is his lab assistant."
Sensing his confusion as I turn to face him
"A Paleontologist is a person who studies dinosaurs from examining their fossils. A fossil is a bone that has been stuck in dirt for millions of years and is now like rock, but retains the same shape and stuff of the original bone."
"But, why in the world would anyone care?" He's bewildered by the information
I just laugh because it's true, why are people so interested in things that don't matter like that! It's not like that kind of information will really affect the world....
"They have a son my age, Scott. He's a bit weird, a muggle 'tree- hugger'. He protests to save the rain forests and the environment, it's really cool, and he's really nice. He just seems very distant from me, not sure why, but he just always seems deep in thought or something. My other cousin Melinda, she hates me. She has purple hair and always wears too much black eyeliner. She's 'gothic' or whatever and is trying to make a statement but being a 'non-conformist'. Every time I see her, she sneers and I say 'You non-conformists are all alike.' That really peeves her."
"Your family sounds very... 'Unique'... I think you could sneer back at your cousin now and frighten her. After all, you have learned well."
"I love you, Sev." I say as I laugh at his mock confidence
"Hmmm..." He says as he goes into thought.
I get up off him and sit facing him.
"What?" He's staring at me peculiarly
"What?"
"You are looking at me strangely."
"Am I?" I suppose I am... I'm trying to figure out what he's thinking
"Yes..."
"Well then, what are you thinking?"
He rests his chin in his hand and stares off into space for a few moments... I watch his eyes blink... He really does have quite fathomless and beautiful eyes... dark and evocative
"I think it's about time we had a... a talk."
"About what?" I'm all ready feeling nervous, I bite my lip... I need chapstick I mentally note to myself...
"Just, a chat."
"We've been 'chatting' for hours." I point out
"I know, but it was more like telling our story rather than talking"
"Fair enough..."
He rests his chin on his other hand, his elbow resting on his knee as he sits "Indian style"
"What is this, a 'sex talk'? Why are you nervous and not talking?"
"Hermione, I just wan to ask you a few random questions, that's all, honest." With the last word he crosses his heart like he was twelve.
I laugh and grin
"Okay, then what do you wish to ask of me, love?" I say slightly sarcastically, but lovingly
He lays down and puts one arm behind his head like a pillow
"Do you want children?"
"With-with you or in general?"
"It there a difference?"
"Oh well, no. No, I don't want children... with anyone."
"Really?" He seems to perk up like a dog does when it hears a whistle
"Well, no. I've never been very maternal, I hate being a 'sitter', and I couldn't even begin to imagine being a parent for the rest of my life... Plus, I want to be working or doing something else, not taking care of someone... even if it is my own child... populations growing much too quickly anyway." I smile, "what about you?"
"Well, same reasons I suppose, but also the money spent on someone is unbelievable. And, I was a child once, and I didn't exactly have the best childhood, and I wouldn't want to put someone through that."
"But, no one would...would have to go through anything quite like-like that, you know. He's gone."
He smiles and nods
"I suppose you're right. I still don't want to have children.... But the process of making one...that's something I could live with I suppose." He adds sardonically.
"You dirty old man." I say as I poke him on the nose.
He grabs my hand as I take it away from the poke and uses it to pull me into a kiss.
I wake again, my eyes sore from crying in Severus's arms for hours... I see he is awake and probably never fell asleep. His arms are still tight across me shoulders while I continue sitting on his lap.
"Are you okay?" He whispers, his voice is raspy from crying, so he talks in a deep voice
"I'm all right, I'm all right. It only hurts when I breathe."
"Why?"
"Crying too much..."
He sighs; I can feel his chest push against my back, then release.
"So... what-what happened?" I ask cautiously
"To what?"
"Your b-brother..."
"Oh...he was killed. V-the Dark Lord felt betrayed by Dominic when he couldn't muster up enough mental strength to place an imperius curse on me, he knew I could throw it off and might kill him in revenge." He states like it's a fact he memorized for History of Magic.
"Oh... I understand... So all of this, was, well... everything? Your whole story, nothing left out? I just need to know everything about you..."
"Yes, everything... what about you?"
"Me?"
"What's your story, the parts I don't know?"
"Well, it's not very interesting or dramatic."
"Do you think I care if it's dramatic? I don't need more drama, you know that," A small smile flashes across his face for a second... I could feel his face move like that against the back of my head.
"Well... both of my parents are muggle dentists an---"
"What is a 'dentist'?" He says the word like it's a foreign language
"It's well...a muggle healer for teeth. I'm an only child who lived a normal muggle life full of school, a few friends, and only few problems. Until Hogwarts, that is. I dread Holidays because it means having to go back to my extended family... they all sincerely believe I'm insane because I don't care."
I shift my seat and continue
"My mother's sister is extremely Catholic and tries to convert me every time I see her. You see, I'm not religious at all, and she thinks I am the Devil's advocate because I said something about Hogwarts once, causing her to ask what that was... so I said it's a magic school and I'm a witch. Well, you can imagine that didn't go over too well... I thought she would force me kneel and pray right on the spot."
He laughs gently
"My dad's sister, aunt Mary Ann, is a muggle healer and so is her husband, Richard. They're okay; but it's just their son, David, who is a pain in the arse. He's unbelievably immature and a lazy bum. He's nearly twenty and still living with his parents because they're timid and won't do anything about him. My Uncle Joseph is a Paleontologist and his wife, Marie, is his lab assistant."
Sensing his confusion as I turn to face him
"A Paleontologist is a person who studies dinosaurs from examining their fossils. A fossil is a bone that has been stuck in dirt for millions of years and is now like rock, but retains the same shape and stuff of the original bone."
"But, why in the world would anyone care?" He's bewildered by the information
I just laugh because it's true, why are people so interested in things that don't matter like that! It's not like that kind of information will really affect the world....
"They have a son my age, Scott. He's a bit weird, a muggle 'tree- hugger'. He protests to save the rain forests and the environment, it's really cool, and he's really nice. He just seems very distant from me, not sure why, but he just always seems deep in thought or something. My other cousin Melinda, she hates me. She has purple hair and always wears too much black eyeliner. She's 'gothic' or whatever and is trying to make a statement but being a 'non-conformist'. Every time I see her, she sneers and I say 'You non-conformists are all alike.' That really peeves her."
"Your family sounds very... 'Unique'... I think you could sneer back at your cousin now and frighten her. After all, you have learned well."
"I love you, Sev." I say as I laugh at his mock confidence
"Hmmm..." He says as he goes into thought.
I get up off him and sit facing him.
"What?" He's staring at me peculiarly
"What?"
"You are looking at me strangely."
"Am I?" I suppose I am... I'm trying to figure out what he's thinking
"Yes..."
"Well then, what are you thinking?"
He rests his chin in his hand and stares off into space for a few moments... I watch his eyes blink... He really does have quite fathomless and beautiful eyes... dark and evocative
"I think it's about time we had a... a talk."
"About what?" I'm all ready feeling nervous, I bite my lip... I need chapstick I mentally note to myself...
"Just, a chat."
"We've been 'chatting' for hours." I point out
"I know, but it was more like telling our story rather than talking"
"Fair enough..."
He rests his chin on his other hand, his elbow resting on his knee as he sits "Indian style"
"What is this, a 'sex talk'? Why are you nervous and not talking?"
"Hermione, I just wan to ask you a few random questions, that's all, honest." With the last word he crosses his heart like he was twelve.
I laugh and grin
"Okay, then what do you wish to ask of me, love?" I say slightly sarcastically, but lovingly
He lays down and puts one arm behind his head like a pillow
"Do you want children?"
"With-with you or in general?"
"It there a difference?"
"Oh well, no. No, I don't want children... with anyone."
"Really?" He seems to perk up like a dog does when it hears a whistle
"Well, no. I've never been very maternal, I hate being a 'sitter', and I couldn't even begin to imagine being a parent for the rest of my life... Plus, I want to be working or doing something else, not taking care of someone... even if it is my own child... populations growing much too quickly anyway." I smile, "what about you?"
"Well, same reasons I suppose, but also the money spent on someone is unbelievable. And, I was a child once, and I didn't exactly have the best childhood, and I wouldn't want to put someone through that."
"But, no one would...would have to go through anything quite like-like that, you know. He's gone."
He smiles and nods
"I suppose you're right. I still don't want to have children.... But the process of making one...that's something I could live with I suppose." He adds sardonically.
"You dirty old man." I say as I poke him on the nose.
He grabs my hand as I take it away from the poke and uses it to pull me into a kiss.