Anti-lawyer spell: Only borrowing, not making any money with it, promise to
return ( although condition should have improved no guarantee is given).
Please review in abundance, it's the only thing that keeps me going. If there are any beta readers who wouldn't mind giving some constructive crits I would really appreciate it.
Summary: Sometimes dreams can become reality, the problem is deciding which ones and when that line has been crossed. A Snape and Hermione story which may change rating, depending upon the reviews and bunnies.
Thankyou for the reviews, promise to keep the word count up from now on. Will update regularly.especially if bunnies are well fed.hint hint ;o)
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He had not asked her to return, nor given her any indication that he wanted to see her again, and yet she was here again. Her hand hesitated upon the door, reluctant to impose herself if he no longer wished for her company, but unwilling not to try. Cassandra's advice was weighing on her mind, and as much as she knew that she was correct, she also reminded herself that Cassandra did not know the circumstances personally. It was one thing giving advice, but quite another thing to begin following it, especially this advice!
So, here she stood, several feet from his door, hopping from one booted foot to the other, deliberating her choice of words. So much depended upon his mood, upon his reaction to her as she opened the door. She had no illusions about receiving a warm welcome from him, but she didn't want to intrude if he was in a foul temper. Screwing up her courage and repeating a mantra that she wouldn't know until she tried, she marched towards the door and knocked lightly before entering in one hurried movement..before her courage ran out.
"Miss Granger, I was beginning to think you were a victim of petfiicus totallis out there in my sitting room." He drawled from his customary place near the fire. "Do come in,... finally." He smirked, dropping his eyes back to his text. Hermione couldn't help but smile, she should have known that he was aware of her lurking about in his quarters. Gracefully she took the opposite seat, picking up the glass of wine that he had already poured for her and savouring the taste of the alcohol as it warmed her stomach.
As she replaced the glass she looked up at him under her lashes, trying to gain some insight into the mystery that was Severus Snape. He appeared to be concentrating on his book, his black hooded eyes were scanning the pages, all a picture of concentration. All except his index finger of his left hand which gently tapped the chair arm, it's rhythm a direct clue to the state of his emotions. Hermione watched as it picked up its pace, and smiled to herself.
"Is there something amusing Miss Granger? Do share."
"No, I was just wondering if you would mind if I had a look for a book to read, seeing as you don't seem to be very talkative tonight." She continued to smile at him enigmatically.
What was she playing at? He suddenly felt under attack and it worried him. His survival instincts were screaming at him to watch her like a hawk..as if he didn't anyway. Waving a hand in permission towards the bookcases which lined the walls of the sitting room, he gazed at her as she inspected his collection, running her fingers across the spines. Occasionally she stopped, sometimes to turn and look at him in n inquiring manner, before continuing her search for something to read. No, he couldn't stop looking at her if he tried, he thought. He was drawn to her, the way her hair curled, the subtle sheen of chestnut where the ruddy glow of the fire caught it, the graceful sweep of her sooty lashes over cinnamon eyes. He was spell bound by her, a girl he was sure he had actively disliked just a few months ago. But how did she feel, he had no idea of her motivations for returning here.
Obviously the dream had brought her, but for nearly a month he had been aware that she had simply turned from him and walked the castle rather than face him, rather than bear his company. This was only her second visit, but he felt that some of the uncomfortablness of the first had dissipated, as if time had allowed both of them to come to terms with the situation even if they had not talked through it.
He was not sure if he could talk through it, if truth be told. He hated the strength of his feelings for her, he felt that it weakened him as a person. He would resort to anger, things would end badly, she would never want to see him again. He suddenly realised that he didn't want that to be the case. He needed to see her, it was his only contact with her, but he would take what ever she offered..he was truly spellbound.
The evening set a pattern, Hermione would arrive every few days, the small talk between them reserved to greetings and goodbyes as they both sat in silence and read. It allowed Hermione to relax in his presence, to feel accepted. It allowed her to think about Cassandra's advice in a more dispassionate manner. So here she sat, legs drawn up underneath her on his chair by the fire. Her book lay open on her lap, forgotten as she stared at the man opposite her, trying to decide if she was truly ready to begin the next phase of their relationship.
Severus was fully aware of her scrutiny, and been rigidly controlling himself not to squirm under her gaze. There was obviously something troubling her, but he had no idea what. Nothing had changed over their last few meetings, she came, they sat, they read, she left. They had settled into a safe routine, until today. She had changed the rules, or at least was thinking hard about it.
"Is there a problem Miss Granger?" he drawled, wincing slightly as he recognised the fact that there were lots of problems.
"Severus, do you mind me coming here?" she asked, her head on one side she was watching him for any clues about his thoughts.
"I enjoy your company, if that is your question. I would have said if I would prefer you not to return." His voice showed no emotion in particular, but his eyes were soft, willing her to continue.
"I just wondered...you know..if you were happy with things as they are?" she pulled a face showing him just how awkward the question had been for her to ask. Luckily for Hermione it was the best question she could have asked at the time.
"No Miss Granger, I am far from satisfied." He said, his emphasis on the last word causing Hermione to blush and giggle slightly at the same time.
It was all that was required to break the ice between them. They both sat still and smiled at each other before returning to their respective books. Hermione had no idea what she was reading, her heart was beating far too fast for her to make any sense of it. Her concentration was gone, the only thing she could think of was Severus' look as he had practically told her he wanted her. Her time to leave was drawing near, she could feel the pull of her sleeping self as she struggled to wake. She rose, placing her book carefully on his side table. He looked up at her, a slight expectation in his eyes as he laid down his book.
"I have to go now. I'll return when I can, maybe we could go for a walk next time, do something.uhm, different?" she queried, stepping towards him. He nodded, watching her intentions with a slight suspicion in his eyes. She bent and dropped a brief kiss against his cheek, causing him to breath in deeply.
"Hermione, you are playing with fire you know." He said, his velvet voice touched with desire as he rose from his chair to face her.
Hermione stood still, not allowing him to intimidate her, and placed her hands on his waist as she leaned towards him to place another kiss on his cheek.
"No, Severus, you're not fire, you're ice, and ice always burns twice as badly. But I'm willing to try though; I miss you too much not to try." She breathed into his ear, gently pushing his hair back as she planted another kiss on his cheek before the world moved and she was pulled back into her own self.
Author's Note;
Nothing to say except...PLEASE REVIEW..like Severus I hate to grovel.
Please review in abundance, it's the only thing that keeps me going. If there are any beta readers who wouldn't mind giving some constructive crits I would really appreciate it.
Summary: Sometimes dreams can become reality, the problem is deciding which ones and when that line has been crossed. A Snape and Hermione story which may change rating, depending upon the reviews and bunnies.
Thankyou for the reviews, promise to keep the word count up from now on. Will update regularly.especially if bunnies are well fed.hint hint ;o)
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He had not asked her to return, nor given her any indication that he wanted to see her again, and yet she was here again. Her hand hesitated upon the door, reluctant to impose herself if he no longer wished for her company, but unwilling not to try. Cassandra's advice was weighing on her mind, and as much as she knew that she was correct, she also reminded herself that Cassandra did not know the circumstances personally. It was one thing giving advice, but quite another thing to begin following it, especially this advice!
So, here she stood, several feet from his door, hopping from one booted foot to the other, deliberating her choice of words. So much depended upon his mood, upon his reaction to her as she opened the door. She had no illusions about receiving a warm welcome from him, but she didn't want to intrude if he was in a foul temper. Screwing up her courage and repeating a mantra that she wouldn't know until she tried, she marched towards the door and knocked lightly before entering in one hurried movement..before her courage ran out.
"Miss Granger, I was beginning to think you were a victim of petfiicus totallis out there in my sitting room." He drawled from his customary place near the fire. "Do come in,... finally." He smirked, dropping his eyes back to his text. Hermione couldn't help but smile, she should have known that he was aware of her lurking about in his quarters. Gracefully she took the opposite seat, picking up the glass of wine that he had already poured for her and savouring the taste of the alcohol as it warmed her stomach.
As she replaced the glass she looked up at him under her lashes, trying to gain some insight into the mystery that was Severus Snape. He appeared to be concentrating on his book, his black hooded eyes were scanning the pages, all a picture of concentration. All except his index finger of his left hand which gently tapped the chair arm, it's rhythm a direct clue to the state of his emotions. Hermione watched as it picked up its pace, and smiled to herself.
"Is there something amusing Miss Granger? Do share."
"No, I was just wondering if you would mind if I had a look for a book to read, seeing as you don't seem to be very talkative tonight." She continued to smile at him enigmatically.
What was she playing at? He suddenly felt under attack and it worried him. His survival instincts were screaming at him to watch her like a hawk..as if he didn't anyway. Waving a hand in permission towards the bookcases which lined the walls of the sitting room, he gazed at her as she inspected his collection, running her fingers across the spines. Occasionally she stopped, sometimes to turn and look at him in n inquiring manner, before continuing her search for something to read. No, he couldn't stop looking at her if he tried, he thought. He was drawn to her, the way her hair curled, the subtle sheen of chestnut where the ruddy glow of the fire caught it, the graceful sweep of her sooty lashes over cinnamon eyes. He was spell bound by her, a girl he was sure he had actively disliked just a few months ago. But how did she feel, he had no idea of her motivations for returning here.
Obviously the dream had brought her, but for nearly a month he had been aware that she had simply turned from him and walked the castle rather than face him, rather than bear his company. This was only her second visit, but he felt that some of the uncomfortablness of the first had dissipated, as if time had allowed both of them to come to terms with the situation even if they had not talked through it.
He was not sure if he could talk through it, if truth be told. He hated the strength of his feelings for her, he felt that it weakened him as a person. He would resort to anger, things would end badly, she would never want to see him again. He suddenly realised that he didn't want that to be the case. He needed to see her, it was his only contact with her, but he would take what ever she offered..he was truly spellbound.
The evening set a pattern, Hermione would arrive every few days, the small talk between them reserved to greetings and goodbyes as they both sat in silence and read. It allowed Hermione to relax in his presence, to feel accepted. It allowed her to think about Cassandra's advice in a more dispassionate manner. So here she sat, legs drawn up underneath her on his chair by the fire. Her book lay open on her lap, forgotten as she stared at the man opposite her, trying to decide if she was truly ready to begin the next phase of their relationship.
Severus was fully aware of her scrutiny, and been rigidly controlling himself not to squirm under her gaze. There was obviously something troubling her, but he had no idea what. Nothing had changed over their last few meetings, she came, they sat, they read, she left. They had settled into a safe routine, until today. She had changed the rules, or at least was thinking hard about it.
"Is there a problem Miss Granger?" he drawled, wincing slightly as he recognised the fact that there were lots of problems.
"Severus, do you mind me coming here?" she asked, her head on one side she was watching him for any clues about his thoughts.
"I enjoy your company, if that is your question. I would have said if I would prefer you not to return." His voice showed no emotion in particular, but his eyes were soft, willing her to continue.
"I just wondered...you know..if you were happy with things as they are?" she pulled a face showing him just how awkward the question had been for her to ask. Luckily for Hermione it was the best question she could have asked at the time.
"No Miss Granger, I am far from satisfied." He said, his emphasis on the last word causing Hermione to blush and giggle slightly at the same time.
It was all that was required to break the ice between them. They both sat still and smiled at each other before returning to their respective books. Hermione had no idea what she was reading, her heart was beating far too fast for her to make any sense of it. Her concentration was gone, the only thing she could think of was Severus' look as he had practically told her he wanted her. Her time to leave was drawing near, she could feel the pull of her sleeping self as she struggled to wake. She rose, placing her book carefully on his side table. He looked up at her, a slight expectation in his eyes as he laid down his book.
"I have to go now. I'll return when I can, maybe we could go for a walk next time, do something.uhm, different?" she queried, stepping towards him. He nodded, watching her intentions with a slight suspicion in his eyes. She bent and dropped a brief kiss against his cheek, causing him to breath in deeply.
"Hermione, you are playing with fire you know." He said, his velvet voice touched with desire as he rose from his chair to face her.
Hermione stood still, not allowing him to intimidate her, and placed her hands on his waist as she leaned towards him to place another kiss on his cheek.
"No, Severus, you're not fire, you're ice, and ice always burns twice as badly. But I'm willing to try though; I miss you too much not to try." She breathed into his ear, gently pushing his hair back as she planted another kiss on his cheek before the world moved and she was pulled back into her own self.
Author's Note;
Nothing to say except...PLEASE REVIEW..like Severus I hate to grovel.