The time it takes
.............................. Um, I would just like to say now this chapter has a lot of angst, I figure it's about time to show Solana's grief, her pain and her shame. I don't think I'll write a very detailed version of the rape, since you've already read the beginning, but it will cover the feelings she went through, and I'll probably write why the death of her parents seemed to hurt her more than it did Sev. But I might save that for later chapters. I just think that to evolve her character, I need to get this out of the way.
Oh yes this chapter going to have quite a lot of Spanish, seeing as how it focuses mostly on Solana and I've never made it a secret Solana likes Spanish best. It is her home, so I figure if she's depressed, she's going to go and begin speaking Spanish, so I'll put translations at the bottom of the page.
Silver*Scorpian*Wolf*Girl gave me this idea, well the one am going to use; so thanks for the idea, about Solana and Sev's door.
I'll just like to really thank Deb who really helps, giving ideas and pointers.
And a big thanks to dama-de-tinieblas for beta-reading for me. ..............................
Solana smiled as she looked down at the sleeping couple. She leaned down to kiss Severus on the cheek, and whispered to them quietly, "*Duerme bien mis amigos, duerme bien mi familia, puédete tienes sueños pacíficos, incluso si no pueda."
She wiped away the single tear that was making it way down her cheek, and gave a shaky laugh. 'If only Sev could see her now.......' She shut the door quietly, and smirked as she places a spell upon the door.
'So what if Sev kills me later?' Solana thought to herself, 'It'll be well worth it.'
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As Solana changed into her nightgown she tired to ignore the headache forming in her head. As she took her hair down, she sighed. The rape had changed her so much, it was hard to comprehend. She used to be so carefree, but now... all that had been changed in an instant. She groaned in frustration as she ran her fingers through her black locks.
She walked across the room to her mirror and looked at her reflection. She could feel the dirt on her, but she couldn't see any tangible residue of it. She looked from her face to her nightgown, which was another change. She remembered the revealing clothes she always used to wear, and now, everyday, she still had the designer clothing. But she found herself wearing black more and more. No more skirts, but long pants, and long sleeves. Her face changed to an expression of disgust as she looked at the nightgown. It left no skin visible but her neck, face, and hands. Even her feet were covered. What had happened to her? Why couldn't she move on?
"I hate this!" The words tore from her throat in a frustrated scream of rage and her fist crashed into the mirror. Over and over again she hit the mirror, telling herself that she was doing this to destroy the image she saw in the mirror. And perhaps she was succeeding.
When Solana calmed down and ceased her assault on the mirror, she looked down at her hands. The pain replaced the anger she had been feeling, and tears were now steaming down her cheeks, sometimes running into her mouth. She let out a howl of pain, and yelled for a house-elf. One appeared immediately, and upon seeing the state of one of it Mistresses, it quickly set to work healing her hands, and soon all that was left to remember the incident from were pale scars. After ordering the house-elf to tell no one of this Solana sunk to the ground, and she simply cried.
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About an hour later Solana rose from the ground, tears dry on her face. She took a few shaky steps, but was able to make it to her bed before falling on it, exhausted.
Today had been the first time that she had actually confronted herself about what had happened that night.
She knew she still had a long way to go, and she knew she should talk to Severus, but he didn't need her problems at the moment. "**¡Qué el jode sucedía a mí! ¡Mierda! La gente empezará pensar que soy un Gryffindor," Solana muttered into her pillow, annoyed. She rolled over so she was on her back facing the wall, and spoke out loud to herself. "***Tengo problemas grandes."
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Hermione stretched as she woke up, a grin settling on her features as she looked at the man sleeping beside her. She wonder for a few seconds if she should try something, seeing as she was in bed with the guy she had feelings for, but in the end she decided not to. After all, he was probably tired after meeting with Voldemort. She frowned, and she wished that Severus wouldn't go, because it scared her; but she didn't know what scared her more: Severus getting hurt, or the fact that she couldn't live without him.
She was brought out of her thoughts by the movement of the person next to her. She bit her lip, wondering how he was going to react to their positions.
"Hermione," he said in a slurred voice.
"Good Morning Severus," she greeted him in return.
"How'd you get into my room?"
"Solana," she meekly replied.
"Oh," he said in a tone that told her something was really troubling him.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"I am your teacher Hermione, not to mention a spy"
"So?" Hermione pried, clearly not seeing the problem that those two facts alone presented them with.
"Being your teacher makes this," he said while indicating their positions, "Wrong. And me being a spy puts you in more danger than I wish to put you in."
"Severus, who's my best friend?"
"Potter," he spat out.
"And isn't Harry the person Voldemort wants most?" Without waiting for his answer she continued, "And that itself puts me in danger."
"Fine. But you can't deny that I am your professor."
"Severus, I'll do anything for you; and if that means we have to sneak around with the possibilities of being caught, thus insuring my expulsion...I'll do that."
"Albus knows about us, you know," Severus informed her.
"What?!" Hermione shouted. She didn't partially like the idea of the Headmaster knowing about her love life, least of all the fact it was with a professor.
"He doesn't mind," Severus went on.
"Hold on a second! What's wrong with you being my teacher if the Headmaster knows?"
Severus actually looked somewhat sheepish. "Well," he said, his hand rubbing the back of his head, "It was really... I mean what I was trying to ask with that question... is well my age..."
"How old are you?"
"I could ask you the same question."
"Fine, I'm nineteen," At this he raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Time- turner. And your age?"
"I am thirty-nine."
"In your prime then," she said, while feeling adventurous and crawling over to him on the bed and climbing on top of him. He merely looked at her, shock written across his face.
Smiling slightly she leaned down and started sucking on his neck, her hands working on the buttons on his top, when suddenly his stomach grumbled.
"Shit!" He said when Hermione stopped and looked at him with concern etched across her features.
"Oh, you must be hungry, get changed and well go and face the crowds." When she said this he looked at her, confused. "You did kiss me in front of everyone remember?" Hermione reminded him.
He flinched, remembering this. McGonagall was going to have his balls his head would be only too easy for her to acquire.
He and Hermione quickly dressed and went to the door. He tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. The door was stuck, and a note suddenly slipped under the door. Hermione looked down, shocked as Severus picked up the letter, read it and groaned. Frowning, Hermione took the note from his hand.
Sev,
My, my McGonagall is really going to have your balls, (Mia you might as well get some action now, because once you and Sev get out, he will be out of commission.) locked in your bedroom with your student, her prized student.
Solana
Best friend and sister (Future sister in-law as well)
PS. Don't worry, I'll tell Dumbledore where you are; maybe McGonagall won't be in the Great Hall for breakfast when I tell him.
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Cyclops: "That, sir, is no way to treat a lady." Gambit: "Or Rogue either." Beast: "My oh my, talk about a man who loves to live dangerously." ~X-men
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*Sleep well my friends, sleep well my family, may you have peaceful dreams, even if I cannot.
**What the fuck happened to me! Shit! People are going to start thinking I am a Gryffindor.
***I have big problems.
Hey I was wondering whom you want with Solana. A canon character, or if you want to make an OC for her to go out with. Email me or review with the info on him and I might like him, but remember OC or canon the guys gotta have spunk to go out with Solana.
I was also wondering if anyone was good at art if they would do some art for the fic, I'll love some art on this story and well putting it nicely I can't draw for shit.
And any more ways Solana can get Severus and Hermione together would be great.
Please review,
Jordanz | | | |
.............................. Um, I would just like to say now this chapter has a lot of angst, I figure it's about time to show Solana's grief, her pain and her shame. I don't think I'll write a very detailed version of the rape, since you've already read the beginning, but it will cover the feelings she went through, and I'll probably write why the death of her parents seemed to hurt her more than it did Sev. But I might save that for later chapters. I just think that to evolve her character, I need to get this out of the way.
Oh yes this chapter going to have quite a lot of Spanish, seeing as how it focuses mostly on Solana and I've never made it a secret Solana likes Spanish best. It is her home, so I figure if she's depressed, she's going to go and begin speaking Spanish, so I'll put translations at the bottom of the page.
Silver*Scorpian*Wolf*Girl gave me this idea, well the one am going to use; so thanks for the idea, about Solana and Sev's door.
I'll just like to really thank Deb who really helps, giving ideas and pointers.
And a big thanks to dama-de-tinieblas for beta-reading for me. ..............................
Solana smiled as she looked down at the sleeping couple. She leaned down to kiss Severus on the cheek, and whispered to them quietly, "*Duerme bien mis amigos, duerme bien mi familia, puédete tienes sueños pacíficos, incluso si no pueda."
She wiped away the single tear that was making it way down her cheek, and gave a shaky laugh. 'If only Sev could see her now.......' She shut the door quietly, and smirked as she places a spell upon the door.
'So what if Sev kills me later?' Solana thought to herself, 'It'll be well worth it.'
..............................
As Solana changed into her nightgown she tired to ignore the headache forming in her head. As she took her hair down, she sighed. The rape had changed her so much, it was hard to comprehend. She used to be so carefree, but now... all that had been changed in an instant. She groaned in frustration as she ran her fingers through her black locks.
She walked across the room to her mirror and looked at her reflection. She could feel the dirt on her, but she couldn't see any tangible residue of it. She looked from her face to her nightgown, which was another change. She remembered the revealing clothes she always used to wear, and now, everyday, she still had the designer clothing. But she found herself wearing black more and more. No more skirts, but long pants, and long sleeves. Her face changed to an expression of disgust as she looked at the nightgown. It left no skin visible but her neck, face, and hands. Even her feet were covered. What had happened to her? Why couldn't she move on?
"I hate this!" The words tore from her throat in a frustrated scream of rage and her fist crashed into the mirror. Over and over again she hit the mirror, telling herself that she was doing this to destroy the image she saw in the mirror. And perhaps she was succeeding.
When Solana calmed down and ceased her assault on the mirror, she looked down at her hands. The pain replaced the anger she had been feeling, and tears were now steaming down her cheeks, sometimes running into her mouth. She let out a howl of pain, and yelled for a house-elf. One appeared immediately, and upon seeing the state of one of it Mistresses, it quickly set to work healing her hands, and soon all that was left to remember the incident from were pale scars. After ordering the house-elf to tell no one of this Solana sunk to the ground, and she simply cried.
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About an hour later Solana rose from the ground, tears dry on her face. She took a few shaky steps, but was able to make it to her bed before falling on it, exhausted.
Today had been the first time that she had actually confronted herself about what had happened that night.
She knew she still had a long way to go, and she knew she should talk to Severus, but he didn't need her problems at the moment. "**¡Qué el jode sucedía a mí! ¡Mierda! La gente empezará pensar que soy un Gryffindor," Solana muttered into her pillow, annoyed. She rolled over so she was on her back facing the wall, and spoke out loud to herself. "***Tengo problemas grandes."
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Hermione stretched as she woke up, a grin settling on her features as she looked at the man sleeping beside her. She wonder for a few seconds if she should try something, seeing as she was in bed with the guy she had feelings for, but in the end she decided not to. After all, he was probably tired after meeting with Voldemort. She frowned, and she wished that Severus wouldn't go, because it scared her; but she didn't know what scared her more: Severus getting hurt, or the fact that she couldn't live without him.
She was brought out of her thoughts by the movement of the person next to her. She bit her lip, wondering how he was going to react to their positions.
"Hermione," he said in a slurred voice.
"Good Morning Severus," she greeted him in return.
"How'd you get into my room?"
"Solana," she meekly replied.
"Oh," he said in a tone that told her something was really troubling him.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"I am your teacher Hermione, not to mention a spy"
"So?" Hermione pried, clearly not seeing the problem that those two facts alone presented them with.
"Being your teacher makes this," he said while indicating their positions, "Wrong. And me being a spy puts you in more danger than I wish to put you in."
"Severus, who's my best friend?"
"Potter," he spat out.
"And isn't Harry the person Voldemort wants most?" Without waiting for his answer she continued, "And that itself puts me in danger."
"Fine. But you can't deny that I am your professor."
"Severus, I'll do anything for you; and if that means we have to sneak around with the possibilities of being caught, thus insuring my expulsion...I'll do that."
"Albus knows about us, you know," Severus informed her.
"What?!" Hermione shouted. She didn't partially like the idea of the Headmaster knowing about her love life, least of all the fact it was with a professor.
"He doesn't mind," Severus went on.
"Hold on a second! What's wrong with you being my teacher if the Headmaster knows?"
Severus actually looked somewhat sheepish. "Well," he said, his hand rubbing the back of his head, "It was really... I mean what I was trying to ask with that question... is well my age..."
"How old are you?"
"I could ask you the same question."
"Fine, I'm nineteen," At this he raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Time- turner. And your age?"
"I am thirty-nine."
"In your prime then," she said, while feeling adventurous and crawling over to him on the bed and climbing on top of him. He merely looked at her, shock written across his face.
Smiling slightly she leaned down and started sucking on his neck, her hands working on the buttons on his top, when suddenly his stomach grumbled.
"Shit!" He said when Hermione stopped and looked at him with concern etched across her features.
"Oh, you must be hungry, get changed and well go and face the crowds." When she said this he looked at her, confused. "You did kiss me in front of everyone remember?" Hermione reminded him.
He flinched, remembering this. McGonagall was going to have his balls his head would be only too easy for her to acquire.
He and Hermione quickly dressed and went to the door. He tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. The door was stuck, and a note suddenly slipped under the door. Hermione looked down, shocked as Severus picked up the letter, read it and groaned. Frowning, Hermione took the note from his hand.
Sev,
My, my McGonagall is really going to have your balls, (Mia you might as well get some action now, because once you and Sev get out, he will be out of commission.) locked in your bedroom with your student, her prized student.
Solana
Best friend and sister (Future sister in-law as well)
PS. Don't worry, I'll tell Dumbledore where you are; maybe McGonagall won't be in the Great Hall for breakfast when I tell him.
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Cyclops: "That, sir, is no way to treat a lady." Gambit: "Or Rogue either." Beast: "My oh my, talk about a man who loves to live dangerously." ~X-men
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*Sleep well my friends, sleep well my family, may you have peaceful dreams, even if I cannot.
**What the fuck happened to me! Shit! People are going to start thinking I am a Gryffindor.
***I have big problems.
Hey I was wondering whom you want with Solana. A canon character, or if you want to make an OC for her to go out with. Email me or review with the info on him and I might like him, but remember OC or canon the guys gotta have spunk to go out with Solana.
I was also wondering if anyone was good at art if they would do some art for the fic, I'll love some art on this story and well putting it nicely I can't draw for shit.
And any more ways Solana can get Severus and Hermione together would be great.
Please review,
Jordanz | | | |