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- Severus Snape -
I watched my companion leave sadly. Poor Hermione. Damn it all! No matter how I tried to run from my feelings, they caught up with me. I cared deeply for Hermione. I could tell she felt more for me than simple friendship. At least all the signs pointed to her liking me and I hope she likes me because I like her.
I gave her several minutes before I joined her.
She turned quickly when she heard the door click open. Her eyes were wide; she looked like a doe when you preformed the lumos spell in her face.
Hermione relaxed when she saw it was me.
"Oh Severus," she sighed walking over to me. "I don't know what to do."
She leaned up against my chest and wrapped her arms snugly around my waist. I awkwardly began to pat her back. She sighed and dug her nails into my robes. She buried her face in my chest and sighed again.
-Hermione Granger -
It was wonderful to be allowed to lean up against Severus. He was incredibly lean and delightfully muscular. Heat radiated from his body warming mine due to our proximity.
I pulled back and stared at Severus' chest. I fingered his lapels gently.
"Hermione, are you okay?" I heard the silky smooth baritone of Severus speak above me.
"I'm fine," I said softly and lightly I began to trace along the hand embroidered snakes on the edge of his robes.
Slowly I felt two strong arms wrap around me. I felt myself drawn in. My hips and stomach pressed firmly to his. I released his cloak and slid my hands up to rest on broad, perfect male shoulders.
"Are you sure?" he whispered and I felt his long thin fingers begin to rub my back.
I leaned closer and let my hands slide down to rest on his pectorals on either side of my head.
"Yes, I'm perfect. Never felt better," I answered honestly. I pulled back from him slowly. A soft song began to float out into the porch where we were.
Severus tightened his arms around my waist.
"Would you dance with me?" he asked looking deeply down into my eyes.
"I'd love to," I said sliding my arms up around his neck.
All I want for Christmas is You
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas
Is you...
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you...
You baby
I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
You...
All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me
Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You
All I want for Christmas is you baby
-Severus Snape -
I sighed softly as we sat down on the bench at the end of the song.
"I love dancing with you Severus," the soft voice of my companion spoke next to me.
"I do not find it distasteful to dance with you as a partner either," I answered diplomatically.
She smiled up at me. The half moon shone down on her head making a halo. She reached out and took my hands softly in hers.
I carefully changed the positions of our hands so mine were the ones enclosing hers. I found myself leaning down closer to her. My eyes were locked on her lips. They were soft, red, full. They also appeared in want, no need, of kissing. She tilted her chin ever so slightly upwards looking into my eyes.
I turned my eyes away from her. She was taken; she was very nearly the property of another man, and not just any other man but my most hated rival and enemy, that bastard Black. I gently pulled my hands away, but the button on my sleeve caught on the edge of her left glove and pulled it off.
I was stunned, astounded, stupefied. How could this be? This could not be. It was impossible, illogical. It was fatuous, outlandish, and ludicrous. It was terrifying, shocking. It was my worst nightmare come true.
My Jane was Hermione. My Jane was going to marry Black; the man she had always told me repulsed her. Hermione had shared the sentiment. The lying little bitch! I had to get back at her. I would get back at her! No one had ever deserved my wrath like she did. I had to teach her a lesson. She could not get away with this. I had to do something. She wore my ring, the ring I had given to her all those years ago. So she had really been time traveling during those months and not in the infirmary as everyone had been led to believe and it made sense that Minerva and some of the others knew what I didn't. But why did they keep it from me.
"I must go now Hermione."
"Oh but Severus, Please stay," she begged placing her hand on my arm.
"I really can't. I will be escorting Miss Weasley back to the castle."
"Okay," she said in a small voice.
She deserved to feel small my mind screamed. She deserved to be sad. Something inside my head snapped. My rancor blinded me to be able to think of the position she had been put in after she returned. I did not care. Twenty-one years I had spent alone. TWENTY-ONE BLOODY YEARS! The little bitch had dared to tease me with presents and cards.
"Miss Weasley, come with me now. We're leaving," I barked harshly. My voice sounded strange even to my own ears as I stalked like a hurricane toward the door.
She rose swiftly and moved to my side. We hastened to the street and climbed into a thestral drawn carriage.
Vengeance would be mine. I'd always been taught and I personally believed that revenge was a dish best served frozen.
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