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A/N: Fear not loyal readers and reviewers! I have not abandoned thee!!! I have very little time to write with trying to support myself and do schoolwork...huge English thesis paper due soon...I hate critical writing *cries* all well, here is another chapter for those of you who have been devastated and forlorn without new chapters...HERE YOU GO!
Blessed be,
Raven Lynne
******
Even Dreams Lie
By Akasha Ravensong
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Chapter Twenty: Reconciliation
I woke up to a loud knocking on my window and groaned loudly. Was it ever going to end? I growled at the incessant tapping and pulled the pillow over my head and nestled deeper into the covers. I ignored it for a good ten minutes, determined to fall back asleep. But was that about to happen...Of course not. My alarm picked this very moment to go off. If it was one thing I hated most, it was waking up before my alarm goes off.
Goddess Damn it! I thought to myself and I stretched languidly and got up out of bed in absolutely no hurry. Contrary to popular belief I was most decidedly not a morning person. I hated to be woken up, especially 10-15 minutes before my alarm goes off. At that point there is no reason to bother even trying to get more sleep, because you just know you are going to be dreading the thought of waking up and listening for the alarm, thus ruining all chances of any possible extra sleep.
I pulled back the curtains and let the large school owl into the bedroom and hastily pulled the parchment tied to its leg off. It looked at me expectantly and I gave it a small treat and stroked its feathers softly. Despite my mood I loved the birds and was always kind to them. It wasn't there fault they were trained to be as annoying as possible to deliver their letters. And this one was particularly persistent.
I didn't bother to read the letter right away, but instead tossed it on top of my desk. It was time for my shower. And I was too annoyed at the bird and the person who sent the letter for waking me up to bother at the moment. Whatever it was about it would most definitely have to wait. I WOULD have my shower and I WOULD have my morning tea before I read it.
Otherwise there might be some serious carnage that rivaled even that of Death Eater attacks.
I climbed into the steaming bath I ran for myself and sighed happily. Heaven, I thought to myself, simply heaven. I was a creature of simple pleasures. I took great delight in simple things, that sometimes were beyond simple and downright hard to do.
I loved my books. I read many muggle fantasy novels that I cherished beyond comprehension. Books by authors such as Mercedes Lackey, Anne Bishop, Terry Brooks, And Tamora Pierce were perfect for sailing away to lands unknown to escape reality. I loved to read historical books, and books on ancient cultures and traditions. Books on different magick techniques useful in the wizarding world. You name it, and I've read it. Or if I haven't, I'm on my way to get it so that I can. Books were everything to me.
You only got one taste of the forbidden fruit of life, and it was never enough for me. Books were a gateway to worlds unknown and to knowledge, where I might almost taste another's forbidden fruit and escape into another's life. And I surrounded myself in its wonders.
So deep was I in contemplation and relaxation, that I did not hear the obnoxious pounding at the door to my chambers. But they were as persistent as the owl at my window this morning, so eventually I heard. Vexed, I stood up and drained the tub. I muttered a drying charm and threw my robes on hastily.
"It's definitely going to be one of those days," I muttered Gloomily.
***
Severus Snape Pounded at the door to Hermione's chambers nervously. He hoped that she had read his letter and knew that he was coming. Otherwise this could be very difficult and uncomfortable. He felt like such an ass. He had treated her so badly because of nothing. He couldn't help but be jealous and jump to conclusions. His past was full of thorns and he was often left scratched and bleeding. His heart couldn't take any more heartbreaks.
The door swung open forcefully and he faced an agitated hermione. Suddenly he had the distinct urge to flee before it was too late. She stared at him surprised.
Great, she hadn't read the letter. Or maybe She had... Who knew?
"Hermione, we really need to talk."
"So now you want to talk to me again do you? Well I don't think I want to waste my time with you!"
He saw what was coming next and put his foot in the door right as it was slamming shut into his face. He cringed as his foot stopped it.
"Hermione! Wait!"
"WHAT!"
"Did you read the letter?"
"The letter...? No. no I didn't. I was a little too annoyed at being woken up to bother." She growled. "Accio Letter"
Severus waited patiently as her eyes skimmed the letter and watched the expressions on her face and in her eyes carefully. Her auburn curls hung slightly damp on her shoulders and he longed to run his hands through them. He searched her amber eyes, as she read, oblivious to the caress of his eyes upon her body.
She turned to him with her eyes guarded and filled with sadness. His heart jumped, and he went to her and pulled her into his arms and held her. Leaning down he placed a kiss on her forehead. She looked up at him.
"Well, you have my attention. Now explain."
A/N: Fear not loyal readers and reviewers! I have not abandoned thee!!! I have very little time to write with trying to support myself and do schoolwork...huge English thesis paper due soon...I hate critical writing *cries* all well, here is another chapter for those of you who have been devastated and forlorn without new chapters...HERE YOU GO!
Blessed be,
Raven Lynne
******
Even Dreams Lie
By Akasha Ravensong
******
Chapter Twenty: Reconciliation
I woke up to a loud knocking on my window and groaned loudly. Was it ever going to end? I growled at the incessant tapping and pulled the pillow over my head and nestled deeper into the covers. I ignored it for a good ten minutes, determined to fall back asleep. But was that about to happen...Of course not. My alarm picked this very moment to go off. If it was one thing I hated most, it was waking up before my alarm goes off.
Goddess Damn it! I thought to myself and I stretched languidly and got up out of bed in absolutely no hurry. Contrary to popular belief I was most decidedly not a morning person. I hated to be woken up, especially 10-15 minutes before my alarm goes off. At that point there is no reason to bother even trying to get more sleep, because you just know you are going to be dreading the thought of waking up and listening for the alarm, thus ruining all chances of any possible extra sleep.
I pulled back the curtains and let the large school owl into the bedroom and hastily pulled the parchment tied to its leg off. It looked at me expectantly and I gave it a small treat and stroked its feathers softly. Despite my mood I loved the birds and was always kind to them. It wasn't there fault they were trained to be as annoying as possible to deliver their letters. And this one was particularly persistent.
I didn't bother to read the letter right away, but instead tossed it on top of my desk. It was time for my shower. And I was too annoyed at the bird and the person who sent the letter for waking me up to bother at the moment. Whatever it was about it would most definitely have to wait. I WOULD have my shower and I WOULD have my morning tea before I read it.
Otherwise there might be some serious carnage that rivaled even that of Death Eater attacks.
I climbed into the steaming bath I ran for myself and sighed happily. Heaven, I thought to myself, simply heaven. I was a creature of simple pleasures. I took great delight in simple things, that sometimes were beyond simple and downright hard to do.
I loved my books. I read many muggle fantasy novels that I cherished beyond comprehension. Books by authors such as Mercedes Lackey, Anne Bishop, Terry Brooks, And Tamora Pierce were perfect for sailing away to lands unknown to escape reality. I loved to read historical books, and books on ancient cultures and traditions. Books on different magick techniques useful in the wizarding world. You name it, and I've read it. Or if I haven't, I'm on my way to get it so that I can. Books were everything to me.
You only got one taste of the forbidden fruit of life, and it was never enough for me. Books were a gateway to worlds unknown and to knowledge, where I might almost taste another's forbidden fruit and escape into another's life. And I surrounded myself in its wonders.
So deep was I in contemplation and relaxation, that I did not hear the obnoxious pounding at the door to my chambers. But they were as persistent as the owl at my window this morning, so eventually I heard. Vexed, I stood up and drained the tub. I muttered a drying charm and threw my robes on hastily.
"It's definitely going to be one of those days," I muttered Gloomily.
***
Severus Snape Pounded at the door to Hermione's chambers nervously. He hoped that she had read his letter and knew that he was coming. Otherwise this could be very difficult and uncomfortable. He felt like such an ass. He had treated her so badly because of nothing. He couldn't help but be jealous and jump to conclusions. His past was full of thorns and he was often left scratched and bleeding. His heart couldn't take any more heartbreaks.
The door swung open forcefully and he faced an agitated hermione. Suddenly he had the distinct urge to flee before it was too late. She stared at him surprised.
Great, she hadn't read the letter. Or maybe She had... Who knew?
"Hermione, we really need to talk."
"So now you want to talk to me again do you? Well I don't think I want to waste my time with you!"
He saw what was coming next and put his foot in the door right as it was slamming shut into his face. He cringed as his foot stopped it.
"Hermione! Wait!"
"WHAT!"
"Did you read the letter?"
"The letter...? No. no I didn't. I was a little too annoyed at being woken up to bother." She growled. "Accio Letter"
Severus waited patiently as her eyes skimmed the letter and watched the expressions on her face and in her eyes carefully. Her auburn curls hung slightly damp on her shoulders and he longed to run his hands through them. He searched her amber eyes, as she read, oblivious to the caress of his eyes upon her body.
She turned to him with her eyes guarded and filled with sadness. His heart jumped, and he went to her and pulled her into his arms and held her. Leaning down he placed a kiss on her forehead. She looked up at him.
"Well, you have my attention. Now explain."