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)
It had taken her several days to pluck up the courage to dream the dreame again. She found that with the knowledge of the differences between the feelings of slipping into sleep and dreaming normally and the world altered feeling of the Dreame, she could to some degree control when she was likely to end up in Severus' rooms. It was by no means accurate, but it gave her a little peace of mind. She had needed the last few days simply to screw her courage up tightly in order to face him again. Looking back at her behaviour she could not quite believe she had been so forward.
The look of warning in his eyes had spurred her on, the look of astonishment had simply encouraged her boldness. She had found a desire to shock him, to make him show her his emotions. She knew it was childish, his feelings were often on display if you cared to look for the minute signs and knew him well enough to interpret them. Hermione was learning, but sometimes it was just too delicious to resist, to make his face react to his heart.
No light was waiting for her on the other side of the door. The fire was banked, its low heat keeping the room just this side of being chilly, and its dull glow swathing the room in a red gloom. Two glasses sat on the table, one full, the other as if Severus had already been drinking this evening. His book was laid carefully on the table, a green velvet place marker showing the readers progress. Hermione was puzzled, where was he? He was always waiting for her in this room, in this very same chair for months. Grabbing a cloak from behind the door, she turned and went to look for him.
He was not in his office, or in the potions classroom. Nothing had looked amiss, nothing out of the ordinary. Not knowing where else to look, Hermione decided to go for the walk she had promised both of them. At least it would give her something to do rather than twiddle her thumbs and look desperate for his company, she thought with a tinge of annoyance.
"You are very lucky Mr Ramsbotham." The nurse's busy hands fussed around the bandage swathed boy, but her tone was as hard as Severus had heard from the mediwitch. "How Professor Snape managed to stop the bleeding long enough to get you to me is a miracle. Without him, you would be dead!" she stated, watching as the boys eyes widened in shock. Severus nodded grimly, his scowl deepening as he looked into the scared boy's eyes.
"Although Mr Ramsbotham may wish I was not quite so efficient once I have handed out his detentions and points loss. I really don't think Gryffindor can afford this type of behaviour at the moment." he smirked, thinking of the 30 point advantage his Slytherins currently held. With both Harry Potter's sporting abilities and Hermione Grangers brains no longer in the school, the Slytherins were once more the top house, winning the cup on most occasions. Shit, Hermione. His smirk vanished, replaced by a slightly panicked look at his watch.
"I'll leave him in your capable care then Madame Pomphrey." He said hurriedly and swept out of the infirmary before either his colleague or her charge could find an answer.
She was not in his quarters, although she had been here long enough to swipe his best cloak he noted with amusement. Deciding that she must have gone for the walk she had suggested last time, he rummaged in his armoire for another cloak and stomped out of the castle intent on finding her before she froze to death in the Scottish night air.
The moon was full, but a deep field of cloud was alternatively obscuring and revealing its creamy light. His footsteps automatically gravitated towards the lake and he found himself rewarded when he noticed her black shrouded figure by the lakes edge. Bootheels clicking on the wooden dock, he strode towards her solitary figure. As he reached her she whipped around, wand at the ready, a spell on her lips as she ready herself for an attack.
"Hermione, it's me..Severus. Do you think you could bring yourself to point that thing somewhere else." His voice was slightly amused, especially since now he was close to her he could see that it was not a wand, but simply a twig.
She shrugged ruefully." I can't seem to bring my wand with me. I thought that this may be a deterrent." She half smiled, turning back towards the lake. She was still miffed at his absence. Severus stepped up behind her, wrapping his cloak around them both as he pulled back into his arms. She rested against him, snuggling into the warmth of his cloak. The moon had retreated once again, and the couple found themselves plunged into blackness once more.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you arrived. A minor emergency erupted." He mentioned.
"What happened?" she asked , her voice still slightly flat with her annoyance.
"Bloody Gryffindors is what happened!" he started, " Apparently with second floor girls bathroom is known to be the ideal place to brew illegal potions of any description. "he drawled, noticing the slight tensing of her shoulders. "Sorry" she whispered, trying hard not to giggle. "What damage was there?"
"To the room nothing unrepairable, although I believe Mrytle was rather upset. Ramsbotham managed to cause an explosion loud enough for Filch to hear it and come running to me, luckily for the boy. He was severely cut from flying mirror shards, I had to attempt some on the spot healing before I could take him to Poppy. Damn idiot, should never have been in there!" he exclaimed,
"Tell me Hermione, why exactly do Gryffindors think that they can brew the most complicated potions in secret, when most of them are incapable of the simplest of potions in my classroom?" although the question was rhetorical he seemed to be looking for an answer.
Hermione turned in his arms, the darkness and the feelings of guilt about her earlier fit of pique when he had been simply helping an injured child were too much for her. She melted into him and felt herself instantly transported back to a time when she didn't know who he was, when she loved her dreame man, when she felt loved in return. The kiss was deep and sensual, her hands catching in his hair as they sought to devour each other. The breaking of their barriers causing the floodgates to wrench open, they responded to each other as their desires truly wished. For a time they were supremely happy.
"No!" she whispered harshly, pulling away from him, the moonlight returning to flash in her terrified eyes. Realisation had come back in full measure, visions of her dreaded teacher, of cruelty and submission. His arms, a minute ago providing proof of his desire for her, now simply imprisioned her. Feeling trapped she struggled to get free, wrenching herself from his grasp.
She was horrified by her own ability to be so wanton, to want him so badly that she forgot to think. Severus' arms slackened around her, the rigid set of her body convincing him that the best course of action for him was to let her go..at least for now.
"Hermione?"
"No. I can't do this! You are not my dream. You are not the man I want." Her voice rose, fear and tears rushing forward to make her sobs louder. Ignoring the hurt in Snapes eyes, guilt forced her to continue, pulling further away from him, reviling him as she distanced herself. With a final sob she pushed passed him and ran headlong into the night, towards the castle.
Snape stood stock still, his eyes glazed in shock, his heart barely beating. A solitary tear glistened in the silver moonlight before he gathered his thoughts, turning on his heel and stalked back to his dungeons with his cloak fluttering in the night air.
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)
It had taken her several days to pluck up the courage to dream the dreame again. She found that with the knowledge of the differences between the feelings of slipping into sleep and dreaming normally and the world altered feeling of the Dreame, she could to some degree control when she was likely to end up in Severus' rooms. It was by no means accurate, but it gave her a little peace of mind. She had needed the last few days simply to screw her courage up tightly in order to face him again. Looking back at her behaviour she could not quite believe she had been so forward.
The look of warning in his eyes had spurred her on, the look of astonishment had simply encouraged her boldness. She had found a desire to shock him, to make him show her his emotions. She knew it was childish, his feelings were often on display if you cared to look for the minute signs and knew him well enough to interpret them. Hermione was learning, but sometimes it was just too delicious to resist, to make his face react to his heart.
No light was waiting for her on the other side of the door. The fire was banked, its low heat keeping the room just this side of being chilly, and its dull glow swathing the room in a red gloom. Two glasses sat on the table, one full, the other as if Severus had already been drinking this evening. His book was laid carefully on the table, a green velvet place marker showing the readers progress. Hermione was puzzled, where was he? He was always waiting for her in this room, in this very same chair for months. Grabbing a cloak from behind the door, she turned and went to look for him.
He was not in his office, or in the potions classroom. Nothing had looked amiss, nothing out of the ordinary. Not knowing where else to look, Hermione decided to go for the walk she had promised both of them. At least it would give her something to do rather than twiddle her thumbs and look desperate for his company, she thought with a tinge of annoyance.
"You are very lucky Mr Ramsbotham." The nurse's busy hands fussed around the bandage swathed boy, but her tone was as hard as Severus had heard from the mediwitch. "How Professor Snape managed to stop the bleeding long enough to get you to me is a miracle. Without him, you would be dead!" she stated, watching as the boys eyes widened in shock. Severus nodded grimly, his scowl deepening as he looked into the scared boy's eyes.
"Although Mr Ramsbotham may wish I was not quite so efficient once I have handed out his detentions and points loss. I really don't think Gryffindor can afford this type of behaviour at the moment." he smirked, thinking of the 30 point advantage his Slytherins currently held. With both Harry Potter's sporting abilities and Hermione Grangers brains no longer in the school, the Slytherins were once more the top house, winning the cup on most occasions. Shit, Hermione. His smirk vanished, replaced by a slightly panicked look at his watch.
"I'll leave him in your capable care then Madame Pomphrey." He said hurriedly and swept out of the infirmary before either his colleague or her charge could find an answer.
She was not in his quarters, although she had been here long enough to swipe his best cloak he noted with amusement. Deciding that she must have gone for the walk she had suggested last time, he rummaged in his armoire for another cloak and stomped out of the castle intent on finding her before she froze to death in the Scottish night air.
The moon was full, but a deep field of cloud was alternatively obscuring and revealing its creamy light. His footsteps automatically gravitated towards the lake and he found himself rewarded when he noticed her black shrouded figure by the lakes edge. Bootheels clicking on the wooden dock, he strode towards her solitary figure. As he reached her she whipped around, wand at the ready, a spell on her lips as she ready herself for an attack.
"Hermione, it's me..Severus. Do you think you could bring yourself to point that thing somewhere else." His voice was slightly amused, especially since now he was close to her he could see that it was not a wand, but simply a twig.
She shrugged ruefully." I can't seem to bring my wand with me. I thought that this may be a deterrent." She half smiled, turning back towards the lake. She was still miffed at his absence. Severus stepped up behind her, wrapping his cloak around them both as he pulled back into his arms. She rested against him, snuggling into the warmth of his cloak. The moon had retreated once again, and the couple found themselves plunged into blackness once more.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you arrived. A minor emergency erupted." He mentioned.
"What happened?" she asked , her voice still slightly flat with her annoyance.
"Bloody Gryffindors is what happened!" he started, " Apparently with second floor girls bathroom is known to be the ideal place to brew illegal potions of any description. "he drawled, noticing the slight tensing of her shoulders. "Sorry" she whispered, trying hard not to giggle. "What damage was there?"
"To the room nothing unrepairable, although I believe Mrytle was rather upset. Ramsbotham managed to cause an explosion loud enough for Filch to hear it and come running to me, luckily for the boy. He was severely cut from flying mirror shards, I had to attempt some on the spot healing before I could take him to Poppy. Damn idiot, should never have been in there!" he exclaimed,
"Tell me Hermione, why exactly do Gryffindors think that they can brew the most complicated potions in secret, when most of them are incapable of the simplest of potions in my classroom?" although the question was rhetorical he seemed to be looking for an answer.
Hermione turned in his arms, the darkness and the feelings of guilt about her earlier fit of pique when he had been simply helping an injured child were too much for her. She melted into him and felt herself instantly transported back to a time when she didn't know who he was, when she loved her dreame man, when she felt loved in return. The kiss was deep and sensual, her hands catching in his hair as they sought to devour each other. The breaking of their barriers causing the floodgates to wrench open, they responded to each other as their desires truly wished. For a time they were supremely happy.
"No!" she whispered harshly, pulling away from him, the moonlight returning to flash in her terrified eyes. Realisation had come back in full measure, visions of her dreaded teacher, of cruelty and submission. His arms, a minute ago providing proof of his desire for her, now simply imprisioned her. Feeling trapped she struggled to get free, wrenching herself from his grasp.
She was horrified by her own ability to be so wanton, to want him so badly that she forgot to think. Severus' arms slackened around her, the rigid set of her body convincing him that the best course of action for him was to let her go..at least for now.
"Hermione?"
"No. I can't do this! You are not my dream. You are not the man I want." Her voice rose, fear and tears rushing forward to make her sobs louder. Ignoring the hurt in Snapes eyes, guilt forced her to continue, pulling further away from him, reviling him as she distanced herself. With a final sob she pushed passed him and ran headlong into the night, towards the castle.
Snape stood stock still, his eyes glazed in shock, his heart barely beating. A solitary tear glistened in the silver moonlight before he gathered his thoughts, turning on his heel and stalked back to his dungeons with his cloak fluttering in the night air.