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Chapter 15: Hermione speaks of love.
Severus lay frozen on the green sofa that had witnessed the passion between the two lovers; he had a headache. He had been sitting on that same place for seven hours now, while watching his sweet child sleep. He wasn't even blinking; he was just staring down at her.
Hermione was sleeping gently on her bed, occasionally snoring like the angel she was. Completely naked under the covers, she could arouse different feelings in Snape's chest, his old, dark chest.
Severus Snape had never been much of a gentleman, or at least, an "Oscar Wilde type of gentleman", with great principles as well as great manners. He had never cared much for anyone and no one but his mother- or perhaps, Dumbledore- had cared for him.
This young lady had arrived a long time ago to his life and if it hadn't been for a stupid mistake, he may have never found love, for he loved her more than he had ever loved any living soul. That, however, was quite easy, considering that he had never loved any woman- romantically, I mean. He had made love to them, mostly; he had even raped a few but he had never loved them. He hadn't even been close.
Don't get me wrong. We stand in front of a man- a dark man- that enjoyed every minute of the experience of penetrating those little meaningless bodies but he often got bored after climaxing, the atmosphere for him turned dull indeed and it was then when he felt the urge to kill them, to rip them, to destroy them.
That was the sinister man that he was; it was useless for him to deny his nature.
Everyone possesses a kind soul, everyone possesses an evil soul and thus his heart was filled with nothing but contradictions. Aren't all men filled with these kind of emotions? He could be evil- and no doubts, he was- but he could also be the kind gentleman that most wizards could only pretend to be.
Could he live to Miss Granger's standards? Could he fight the darkness within him? He had felt it only seven hours ago; he had wanted to wrap her neck with both his hands and push his thumbs on her throat in order to prevent her from breathing; to murder her. But he had won the battle against his Mr. Hyde and the innocent Dr. Jekyll sat now on the green sofa that reminded him of her.
Is it so that a man can never get rid of the evil that resides inside of him? One can fight it. Yes, but never destroy it, for it is a force that is as natural to him as love.
Love and hate are two powerful feelings indeed; one can refuse to admit so, but in the end every human action concludes with them. If this theory is correct- and mark my words, it is- did Miss Granger hold within herself an evil side, unknown to Severus?
He, as I said, remained still and stiff in that exact same position, in that exact same place, with those exact same expressions on his face. He looked worried, he looked sad. Little did he know that it would be Hermione herself to dissipate all his doubts regarding their marriage.
Ten minutes had passed since the local muggle church's clock had turned seven O' clock. His stomach was empty and his eyes were red but neither sensation bothered Severus in the least. It was the love he had for Miss Granger that made him sick.
He loved her and that is a wonderful emotion! Severus wanted to shout his love to the world! He wanted to hug her tightly and kiss her hand at Breakfast in front of everybody, especially under Fudge's nose who would look at the both of them with envy on his little round eyes. Jealous of him because he had her; because it was legal for him to have her despite his attempts to make his life miserable.
The question remained still, even though almost half a day had passed already: did she want him as well?
"Oh, Severus…love!" Hermione shouted with her eyes tightly shut; she was dreaming, of course. He dare not wake her; she appeared to be enjoying her dream quite well. He could see it on her face; an enormous grin was plastered on her face.
He remained stiff and still, unable to decide what to do next. He felt proud somehow, because he was able to make her moan even subconsciously. His influence on her must have been great for her to do that.
"Severus… professor…oh!" she shouted with passion. She was grinning widely and judging the smile on Snape's face his ego was slowly growing to a degree unknown to human kind. But suddenly, her happy face disappeared. She wore a different _expression now; she was worried about something. He could tell by the look on her face, "I…I…I, I love you," was all she said and then, as if it would have meant the world for her, her expressions relaxed and she continued snoring gently with a smile on her young face. The storm was over for her.
For him, on the other hand, the torment was just starting.
Was it convenient for him to wake her now? He was so bloody happy! His heart was filed with joy! She loved him! Even if it had only been a dream, even if it had only been a reflection of her physical desire for him…who cared? She loved him! And a small part of her had acknowledged it only seconds ago. Life couldn't have been sweeter for him!
Was it time for him to confront his feelings? To declare his love for her?
And then he remembered- while listening to the raindrops crush on the castle's ceiling- that as a child there was only one place that would allow such reflection; his father's library.
And so, he stood up and buttoning his robes he walked all the way towards the door and closing it gently he directed himself to the library to think. Little did he know that Hermione had woken up just then, with a feeling of complete joy on her heart; as fulfilled as she had never felt in her life.
"Where is he going?" she thought, while covering herself with the black sheets. Once she was sure no skin could be seen, she opened the door only to find a path of tears that would lead her to the most amazing library she had ever seen. The only problem was that she would not be speaking about books… but about love.