Author's Note : My fic has nothing to do with the amine called Angelic
Layer. I promise the explanation of the title will come sooner or later. .
. hopefully.
Hermione and Severus had been fencing the two last hours without stopping.
Severus was surprised to see how good Hermione could fence. He had learned to fence from the age of seven, one of the only things he liked to remember from his childhood.
Hermione wasn't thinking, only fencing. It was a sport she really enjoyed. She tranquilly smiled to herself. She fenced every summer with her uncle and with Melinda. It was an uncommon hobby, but Hermione wasn't really the most normal girl either.
Severus felt his anger and bitterness slowly leave him. Nothing relaxed him more easily than anything else he knew.
Both of them continued to fence, dancing a strange dance, flying through the small weapons room.
Hermione felt that Severus talked to her without saying a word. She saw that he seemed a lot less tense, and a strange sparkle lit his eyes.
While Hermione was observing him, Severus had gained space. Soon enough, Hermione was stuck between a wall and her potions Professor. Hermione knew how she could escape from this situation and quickly turned around.
Severus wasn't waiting for this, so he was completely took by surprise. He didn't think to take away his sword, so Hermione's wings collided with the sword's blade.
Severus stood petrified. Hermione stopped her movement immediately. She had felt the shock of the collision in her shoulders. It hurt, but it was a bearable pain.
Severus approached the girl and gently took the part of the skeletal wing that collided against the blade in his hand.
The wing was intact, but its milky silvery colour was scratched away a little bit, like paint. Underneath it, Severus saw a hint of white.
"- Pro. . . Professor what is it? "
"- Nothing, my dear, nothing. Well, you haven't got any injury, but the colour of your strange wings is falling away. Your wings seem to moult."
"- Could . . . Could you please check if it has began to moult somewhere else please?"
Severus didn't answer, but started to trail his fingers slowly up to her shoulder blades, just where her wings began to grow.
His hands slowly trailed from her shoulder blades to the top of her wings and down again. Severus was hypnotized by the bony structure in front of him. His hands touched every inch of the skeletal form.
Hermione shivered under the touch. It was somehow very intimate. No one had touched her wings, not even Madame Pomfresh when she healed her. She sighed contently and leaned into to the touch.
Severus froze when he heard the girl sigh, but continued to caress her wings. The girl leaned more and more against him, and finally she pressed her back against his chest. It was awkward, because Severus wasn't used to hug people.
He felt cold, and the body was warm. And she smelled so nice; a strange scent, a mix between mint and bergamot whit something spicy in it.
Severus always thought mint was a manly odour, but now, it was somehow so soft. He borrowed his face in her hair.
"- Miss Granger, would you like to come back and fence someday again?"
Hermione nodded. Severus released her. They smiled to each other, and Hermione flooed back to her room.
~ Now I have something I can wait for if I have to stay in my rooms again. ~
Hermione and Severus had been fencing the two last hours without stopping.
Severus was surprised to see how good Hermione could fence. He had learned to fence from the age of seven, one of the only things he liked to remember from his childhood.
Hermione wasn't thinking, only fencing. It was a sport she really enjoyed. She tranquilly smiled to herself. She fenced every summer with her uncle and with Melinda. It was an uncommon hobby, but Hermione wasn't really the most normal girl either.
Severus felt his anger and bitterness slowly leave him. Nothing relaxed him more easily than anything else he knew.
Both of them continued to fence, dancing a strange dance, flying through the small weapons room.
Hermione felt that Severus talked to her without saying a word. She saw that he seemed a lot less tense, and a strange sparkle lit his eyes.
While Hermione was observing him, Severus had gained space. Soon enough, Hermione was stuck between a wall and her potions Professor. Hermione knew how she could escape from this situation and quickly turned around.
Severus wasn't waiting for this, so he was completely took by surprise. He didn't think to take away his sword, so Hermione's wings collided with the sword's blade.
Severus stood petrified. Hermione stopped her movement immediately. She had felt the shock of the collision in her shoulders. It hurt, but it was a bearable pain.
Severus approached the girl and gently took the part of the skeletal wing that collided against the blade in his hand.
The wing was intact, but its milky silvery colour was scratched away a little bit, like paint. Underneath it, Severus saw a hint of white.
"- Pro. . . Professor what is it? "
"- Nothing, my dear, nothing. Well, you haven't got any injury, but the colour of your strange wings is falling away. Your wings seem to moult."
"- Could . . . Could you please check if it has began to moult somewhere else please?"
Severus didn't answer, but started to trail his fingers slowly up to her shoulder blades, just where her wings began to grow.
His hands slowly trailed from her shoulder blades to the top of her wings and down again. Severus was hypnotized by the bony structure in front of him. His hands touched every inch of the skeletal form.
Hermione shivered under the touch. It was somehow very intimate. No one had touched her wings, not even Madame Pomfresh when she healed her. She sighed contently and leaned into to the touch.
Severus froze when he heard the girl sigh, but continued to caress her wings. The girl leaned more and more against him, and finally she pressed her back against his chest. It was awkward, because Severus wasn't used to hug people.
He felt cold, and the body was warm. And she smelled so nice; a strange scent, a mix between mint and bergamot whit something spicy in it.
Severus always thought mint was a manly odour, but now, it was somehow so soft. He borrowed his face in her hair.
"- Miss Granger, would you like to come back and fence someday again?"
Hermione nodded. Severus released her. They smiled to each other, and Hermione flooed back to her room.
~ Now I have something I can wait for if I have to stay in my rooms again. ~