Even Dreams Lie
By Akasha Ravensong
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Chapter Four: In the Night...
(A/N: warning notice the rating change! And RunningPadfoot, that's clearly what I get for not having a beta reader even though I proof-read everything. I tend to look at hose things without seeing there as my mind automatically corrects things so that they seem to be as they should lol!)
(Snape's P.O.V.)
I walked through the dungeon halls thoroughly agitated by the young woman who had stupidly managed to run into me twice in just a few hours. I could have sworn that I had heard her mumble something about third times a charm before I walked away and wondered what the hell she meant by it. Hopefully she didn't plan on walking into another time...
I rubbed the back of my head now that I knew nobody was around to see me. Damn that know-it-all bitch...I had the worst migraine that I had gotten in quite a while. Thankfully I was close to my chambers and had my own store of potions that would take care of it.
I still couldn't get over it, that beautiful woman downstairs had been none other then Hermione Granger...bloody hell that girl had changed a lot in the last seven years. She was probably still just as damn annoying as ever though. I was glad that my classes were going to be held in the dungeons and Ginny had decided on changing the location of the Potions class so that he could remain in his old classroom.
I loved the dungeons. They were out of everyone's way and nobody in their right mind came to see me of their own free will. Well, Albus Dumbledore came down every once in a while, but that old codger was anything but sane, and everyone knew it. The dungeons were my sanctuary, and they gave me the solitude I needed. The silence that permeated every room like a thick second skin was bliss.
I whispered my password and walked into my own private chambers that were much more inviting and cozy that most would even imagine possible. The floor was covered in the same stone as the rest of the dungeons but was charmed so that you wouldn't get cold feet while walking on it barefoot. The Library and common room were joined into one and there were bookcases on one end of the room. A large emerald couch worth snuggling into, wait did I just think snuggling, covered the opposing wall. A large silver chandelier covered in prisms hung from the ceiling. There was a large desk next to the door that led to his bedroom.
Reaching for the book on the pewter coffee table with dragons and snakes making up the legs and body, and a glass table, I lay down on the couch and began to read. Lost Souls was a page-turner despite the fact that it was written by a muggle. It was a tale about Vampires that was surprisingly accurate.
I smirked to myself, who would know that I, Severus Snape, was fond of muggle literature. They had such active imaginations despite their lack of concrete knowledge about the wizarding world. I loved all books actually, both muggle and wizard books on any and all subjects. My personal library was very extensive though I kept it all hidden under charms except for things that I referred to often, my favorites, and whatever I happened to be reading at the moment.
My thoughts lingered back to the day that Albus came to me and asked me if I would resign my position as Potions Professor and become the teacher for the defense against the dark arts class. I was given a warning not to be too harsh though, which was thoroughly annoying. Just because I went a little too far sometimes...
All well, I had finally got the position I always wanted. Although it figured that Voldemort had finally been defeated, and the students didn't have anything more to worry about other then lingering attacks from the few death eaters that were still at large. Not that I would allow the students to do anything but take my class seriously, no the students would be forced to be at their best.
I still had a soft spot for that particular Gryffindor, and I had had one even before she and my godson started dating. She was by far on of the brightest pupils I had ever had the honor to teach in potions. I could see in her eyes that she was as much entranced by the subject as I was. Hermione had always been good too, but out of my own stubbornness I refused to acknowledge her skills. Mostly because she was friends with Potter, but also because once again she was so bloody annoying!
I put down my book, and walked over to my desk, and began to prepare a basic lesson plan for the first term of school. Various curses and counter curses ran through my head, as well as potions for the after effects of them. Perhaps with Ginny's help I could teach them about said potions and then they would learn to brew them in Potions=.
I looked up and noticed the time and climbed into bed beneath the black silk sheets. I was fast asleep long before my head even hit the pillow. I always worked myself to exhaustion, knowing that if I didn't sleep would never come to me. And for the first time in a long time, I dreamt.
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(Hermione's P.O.V.)
I headed down to my rooms half asleep. Monday morning the students would arrive and that didn't give me much time to plan my classes. I barely noticed where I was going only thankful that I had made it there and that my bed was nice and comfy when I fell onto it. Groggily I stripped and climbed into bed loving the feel of the different textures of fabric across my naked body.Within a matter of minutes I was fast asleep.
And I dreamt... The night was crisp and cool as I flew over the countryside, content with everything around me. It was a night of magick, I was meeting somebody special, somebody who would love me and hold me for the rest of my life. They didn't care that I was a bookworm, in fact they loved it. To them there was no other woman who could compare to my beauty.
(Snape's P.O.V.)
She was coming, she should be here soon. I paced back and forth in our secret meeting place. To her I wasn't a broken man with nothing. I wasn't just an ex death eater and a thing to be loathed above all others. I wasn't just some greasy git who deserved to be hidden away from the rest of the world.
Suddenly I saw her land with the grace of an angel and drop her broom. She ran over to me and her arms were my neck and in my hair pulling me against her. My lips were on hers and my tounge met hers in a fierce, passionate, yet gentle dance. I reveled in her sweetness, she tasted of honey and smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. I took in all of her feeling like I could never get enough.
(Hermione's P.O.V.)
His hands were doing amazing things to me and I was glad that he had his arms around my waste because my knees had turned to jelly and I knew that if he let go I wouldn't have the strength to hold myself up on my own. He smelled like cedarwood and sage and tasted divine. I raked my nails through his hair and down his back gently but harshly. His hands pulled up my shirt and went under my bra to grasp my breasts and a small gasp escaped my lips. My hands wandered below his waist and I grabbed him best I could through the fabric, stroking him urgently.
(Snape's P.O.V.)
A moan shuttered through my entire body and I brought her down into the thick grass underfoot and pulled her shirt up over her head and discarded her bra in the same manner. I pulled one of her luscious mounds into my mouth and teased her until she was hot and writhing beneath me. I ripped off my shirt and the rest of our clothing and guided myself into her moist folds. Together we felt the sweet throes of ecstasy and we collapsed into each other's arms.
Gathering her body to mine, I leaned down and kissed her on her forehead, only to see that her face was none other then that of the girl that I had loathed and been constantly plagued by all through her student years at Hogwarts. Miss Hermione Granger...
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By Akasha Ravensong
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Chapter Four: In the Night...
(A/N: warning notice the rating change! And RunningPadfoot, that's clearly what I get for not having a beta reader even though I proof-read everything. I tend to look at hose things without seeing there as my mind automatically corrects things so that they seem to be as they should lol!)
(Snape's P.O.V.)
I walked through the dungeon halls thoroughly agitated by the young woman who had stupidly managed to run into me twice in just a few hours. I could have sworn that I had heard her mumble something about third times a charm before I walked away and wondered what the hell she meant by it. Hopefully she didn't plan on walking into another time...
I rubbed the back of my head now that I knew nobody was around to see me. Damn that know-it-all bitch...I had the worst migraine that I had gotten in quite a while. Thankfully I was close to my chambers and had my own store of potions that would take care of it.
I still couldn't get over it, that beautiful woman downstairs had been none other then Hermione Granger...bloody hell that girl had changed a lot in the last seven years. She was probably still just as damn annoying as ever though. I was glad that my classes were going to be held in the dungeons and Ginny had decided on changing the location of the Potions class so that he could remain in his old classroom.
I loved the dungeons. They were out of everyone's way and nobody in their right mind came to see me of their own free will. Well, Albus Dumbledore came down every once in a while, but that old codger was anything but sane, and everyone knew it. The dungeons were my sanctuary, and they gave me the solitude I needed. The silence that permeated every room like a thick second skin was bliss.
I whispered my password and walked into my own private chambers that were much more inviting and cozy that most would even imagine possible. The floor was covered in the same stone as the rest of the dungeons but was charmed so that you wouldn't get cold feet while walking on it barefoot. The Library and common room were joined into one and there were bookcases on one end of the room. A large emerald couch worth snuggling into, wait did I just think snuggling, covered the opposing wall. A large silver chandelier covered in prisms hung from the ceiling. There was a large desk next to the door that led to his bedroom.
Reaching for the book on the pewter coffee table with dragons and snakes making up the legs and body, and a glass table, I lay down on the couch and began to read. Lost Souls was a page-turner despite the fact that it was written by a muggle. It was a tale about Vampires that was surprisingly accurate.
I smirked to myself, who would know that I, Severus Snape, was fond of muggle literature. They had such active imaginations despite their lack of concrete knowledge about the wizarding world. I loved all books actually, both muggle and wizard books on any and all subjects. My personal library was very extensive though I kept it all hidden under charms except for things that I referred to often, my favorites, and whatever I happened to be reading at the moment.
My thoughts lingered back to the day that Albus came to me and asked me if I would resign my position as Potions Professor and become the teacher for the defense against the dark arts class. I was given a warning not to be too harsh though, which was thoroughly annoying. Just because I went a little too far sometimes...
All well, I had finally got the position I always wanted. Although it figured that Voldemort had finally been defeated, and the students didn't have anything more to worry about other then lingering attacks from the few death eaters that were still at large. Not that I would allow the students to do anything but take my class seriously, no the students would be forced to be at their best.
I still had a soft spot for that particular Gryffindor, and I had had one even before she and my godson started dating. She was by far on of the brightest pupils I had ever had the honor to teach in potions. I could see in her eyes that she was as much entranced by the subject as I was. Hermione had always been good too, but out of my own stubbornness I refused to acknowledge her skills. Mostly because she was friends with Potter, but also because once again she was so bloody annoying!
I put down my book, and walked over to my desk, and began to prepare a basic lesson plan for the first term of school. Various curses and counter curses ran through my head, as well as potions for the after effects of them. Perhaps with Ginny's help I could teach them about said potions and then they would learn to brew them in Potions=.
I looked up and noticed the time and climbed into bed beneath the black silk sheets. I was fast asleep long before my head even hit the pillow. I always worked myself to exhaustion, knowing that if I didn't sleep would never come to me. And for the first time in a long time, I dreamt.
***
(Hermione's P.O.V.)
I headed down to my rooms half asleep. Monday morning the students would arrive and that didn't give me much time to plan my classes. I barely noticed where I was going only thankful that I had made it there and that my bed was nice and comfy when I fell onto it. Groggily I stripped and climbed into bed loving the feel of the different textures of fabric across my naked body.Within a matter of minutes I was fast asleep.
And I dreamt... The night was crisp and cool as I flew over the countryside, content with everything around me. It was a night of magick, I was meeting somebody special, somebody who would love me and hold me for the rest of my life. They didn't care that I was a bookworm, in fact they loved it. To them there was no other woman who could compare to my beauty.
(Snape's P.O.V.)
She was coming, she should be here soon. I paced back and forth in our secret meeting place. To her I wasn't a broken man with nothing. I wasn't just an ex death eater and a thing to be loathed above all others. I wasn't just some greasy git who deserved to be hidden away from the rest of the world.
Suddenly I saw her land with the grace of an angel and drop her broom. She ran over to me and her arms were my neck and in my hair pulling me against her. My lips were on hers and my tounge met hers in a fierce, passionate, yet gentle dance. I reveled in her sweetness, she tasted of honey and smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. I took in all of her feeling like I could never get enough.
(Hermione's P.O.V.)
His hands were doing amazing things to me and I was glad that he had his arms around my waste because my knees had turned to jelly and I knew that if he let go I wouldn't have the strength to hold myself up on my own. He smelled like cedarwood and sage and tasted divine. I raked my nails through his hair and down his back gently but harshly. His hands pulled up my shirt and went under my bra to grasp my breasts and a small gasp escaped my lips. My hands wandered below his waist and I grabbed him best I could through the fabric, stroking him urgently.
(Snape's P.O.V.)
A moan shuttered through my entire body and I brought her down into the thick grass underfoot and pulled her shirt up over her head and discarded her bra in the same manner. I pulled one of her luscious mounds into my mouth and teased her until she was hot and writhing beneath me. I ripped off my shirt and the rest of our clothing and guided myself into her moist folds. Together we felt the sweet throes of ecstasy and we collapsed into each other's arms.
Gathering her body to mine, I leaned down and kissed her on her forehead, only to see that her face was none other then that of the girl that I had loathed and been constantly plagued by all through her student years at Hogwarts. Miss Hermione Granger...
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