Authors Notes: oops....hmm...I almost forgot about this fic with schoolwork, the holidays, and vacations and hgaving the flue on top of all of that! I hope all of you had a blessed Yule, Christmas, Kwanza, Hanukkah, or whatever it is you celebrate! And Happy New Year.... (Although technically my New Year was on Samhain loll...all well ^_^)
Thanx to all of my reviewers to my last chapter: Andromeda Wind, Holly_Berry 29, evil purple cliffie bunny, and Waterford
Waterford: thank-you for wishing me well!
And Amber: on chapter twelve the dinner with the devil is referring to Severus as he is seen by students and many others, that is something you can't deny lol
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Even Dreams Lie
By Akasha Ravensong
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Chapter Fourteen:
There was something to be said about sleeping with a man curled up behind you, keeping you warm. And everything to be said about it was wonderful and amazing beyond belief. Severus was nothing like Vince. Severus made me feel wanted. I woke up some time in the night and smiled, gently disentangling myself from the safety of his arms. I left a note by his bedside, saying sweet dreams and not to worry. I didn't want to deal with any awkward morning after feeling.
I looked down at him and brushed the hair out of his eyes. He looked so soft and gentle while he slept with his guard completely down. There was no scowl on his face, no discouraging frown. He was not sneering at me in the comfort of his sleep. Severus looked like a much younger, much less troubled man. A man who had not been in the inner circle of the dark wizard Voldemort and guilty of countless crimes against humanity. He was not troubled by his guilt. I kissed his forehead and caressed his cheek.
Turning away, I made sure that I had everything and place an invisibility charm on myself and walked out into the corridors and headed back towards my own chambers. I didn't want any prying eyes to discover where I had been and spread any rumors. Smiling to myself I lay down in my bed, snug under my own covers.
It was nice to know that he hadn't pushed me to give him more then I was ready to give. That made me respect him. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted more, but he held his desire in check. Severus had held back for my sake. I would never have imagined him to be such a gentleman, and even now I wasn't sure if it had been real or all a dream.
And if it was a dream, I prayed to the goddess that I would ever wake up.
***
The next morning I stretched as I woke up. I had been having the most wonderful dream; it wasn't fair that I had woken up at the best part. I groaned and rolled over, covering my head with the pillow. It was like a curse, to wake up in the middle of great dreams. It wasn't even five in the morning. How cruel... Well I was awake now and I might as well get up I supposed.
I walked over to my desk and sat down, pulling out my class planner. All of my students were doing famously. They had all become much more enthusiastic for History of Magick then any other group of students that I had ever encountered. Poor professor Binns, the man just was never loved. Even before he died he had been a terrible teacher.
I wanted to spice my classes up though. They needed more to make them great. I kept my students attention with small projects like we made in muggle schools, doing dioramas and other things, but there was something lacking and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then I realized what it was. I still hadn't brought my students around the school grounds. There had been no mini field trips around the school as of yet.
I decided it was time to take the seventh years somewhere to test their capabilities, and then perhaps find somewhere for the rest of my classes to go. Or I could find a classroom and transfigure it into another place to give my students more of a hands-on experience. That would be something easy that I could take all of my students to. The only problem would be to find the perfect classroom.
I transfigured my bathrobe into a simple and plain set of robes and rushed out of my classroom. I had to find the perfect classroom. And I had to come up with an idea. After several hours of tramping around the school and getting dusty beyond belief I sat down rather upset having found nothing significant. There had to b a way that I could do this. Then it hit me. The room of requirement!
Hurrying up I all but ran through the hallways and all but ran down several students in my haste. I opened the door to the room of requirement and was stunned by what I found. Everywhere I looked was history books beyond my imagining on the castle itself, things written by students and teachers but never published on rolls of parchment in one corner. There were maps on the table. This was going to take me quite some time...
I never got back to my chambers that night. The house elves apparently knew exactly where I was too, because my supper was delivered to the room of requirement. When I began to grow tired very late that night I found a bed behind me that I had not noticed before, though this was probably because it had only just appeared.
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Severus Snape sighed woefully. Hermione Granger was off to who knows where without a note to anyone as to where she would be. She had gotten caught up in her work again. He smiled, wondering if she was sleep somewhere in the castle with a bunch of books beneath her head. It wouldn't be the first time that such things had happened. Many a nights he knew her to have fallen asleep in the library after hours. Some things never changed.
And with that last thought Severus Snape went to bed with visions of Hermione dancing horizontally with him in his head...
Thanx to all of my reviewers to my last chapter: Andromeda Wind, Holly_Berry 29, evil purple cliffie bunny, and Waterford
Waterford: thank-you for wishing me well!
And Amber: on chapter twelve the dinner with the devil is referring to Severus as he is seen by students and many others, that is something you can't deny lol
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Even Dreams Lie
By Akasha Ravensong
******
Chapter Fourteen:
There was something to be said about sleeping with a man curled up behind you, keeping you warm. And everything to be said about it was wonderful and amazing beyond belief. Severus was nothing like Vince. Severus made me feel wanted. I woke up some time in the night and smiled, gently disentangling myself from the safety of his arms. I left a note by his bedside, saying sweet dreams and not to worry. I didn't want to deal with any awkward morning after feeling.
I looked down at him and brushed the hair out of his eyes. He looked so soft and gentle while he slept with his guard completely down. There was no scowl on his face, no discouraging frown. He was not sneering at me in the comfort of his sleep. Severus looked like a much younger, much less troubled man. A man who had not been in the inner circle of the dark wizard Voldemort and guilty of countless crimes against humanity. He was not troubled by his guilt. I kissed his forehead and caressed his cheek.
Turning away, I made sure that I had everything and place an invisibility charm on myself and walked out into the corridors and headed back towards my own chambers. I didn't want any prying eyes to discover where I had been and spread any rumors. Smiling to myself I lay down in my bed, snug under my own covers.
It was nice to know that he hadn't pushed me to give him more then I was ready to give. That made me respect him. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted more, but he held his desire in check. Severus had held back for my sake. I would never have imagined him to be such a gentleman, and even now I wasn't sure if it had been real or all a dream.
And if it was a dream, I prayed to the goddess that I would ever wake up.
***
The next morning I stretched as I woke up. I had been having the most wonderful dream; it wasn't fair that I had woken up at the best part. I groaned and rolled over, covering my head with the pillow. It was like a curse, to wake up in the middle of great dreams. It wasn't even five in the morning. How cruel... Well I was awake now and I might as well get up I supposed.
I walked over to my desk and sat down, pulling out my class planner. All of my students were doing famously. They had all become much more enthusiastic for History of Magick then any other group of students that I had ever encountered. Poor professor Binns, the man just was never loved. Even before he died he had been a terrible teacher.
I wanted to spice my classes up though. They needed more to make them great. I kept my students attention with small projects like we made in muggle schools, doing dioramas and other things, but there was something lacking and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then I realized what it was. I still hadn't brought my students around the school grounds. There had been no mini field trips around the school as of yet.
I decided it was time to take the seventh years somewhere to test their capabilities, and then perhaps find somewhere for the rest of my classes to go. Or I could find a classroom and transfigure it into another place to give my students more of a hands-on experience. That would be something easy that I could take all of my students to. The only problem would be to find the perfect classroom.
I transfigured my bathrobe into a simple and plain set of robes and rushed out of my classroom. I had to find the perfect classroom. And I had to come up with an idea. After several hours of tramping around the school and getting dusty beyond belief I sat down rather upset having found nothing significant. There had to b a way that I could do this. Then it hit me. The room of requirement!
Hurrying up I all but ran through the hallways and all but ran down several students in my haste. I opened the door to the room of requirement and was stunned by what I found. Everywhere I looked was history books beyond my imagining on the castle itself, things written by students and teachers but never published on rolls of parchment in one corner. There were maps on the table. This was going to take me quite some time...
I never got back to my chambers that night. The house elves apparently knew exactly where I was too, because my supper was delivered to the room of requirement. When I began to grow tired very late that night I found a bed behind me that I had not noticed before, though this was probably because it had only just appeared.
***
Severus Snape sighed woefully. Hermione Granger was off to who knows where without a note to anyone as to where she would be. She had gotten caught up in her work again. He smiled, wondering if she was sleep somewhere in the castle with a bunch of books beneath her head. It wouldn't be the first time that such things had happened. Many a nights he knew her to have fallen asleep in the library after hours. Some things never changed.
And with that last thought Severus Snape went to bed with visions of Hermione dancing horizontally with him in his head...