The Deatheater of the Dungeons
CHAPTER 4
"I'm disappointed in you."
He paused. He hadn't even announced himself and she knew he was there. Or she had started talking to herself. "Why, whatever for?"
"Don't play that tone with me. Honestly, you are very childish." She smiled, inspite of herself. "What did the objects of your torture do to deserve such treatment?"
"Act like the selfish prats that they are. As Slytherins, they should have known than to do that in this classroom." She frowned at this and looked puzzled.
"Why? What's so special about this classroom?"
He thought of one answer, the one she could never know, that it was his. There was also another he could use, one that he had been wanting to say for the entire time that he had been there.
"You are here."
"And this is special?" She asked playfully. He replied in a quiet and gentle voice, one so powerful she gripped her chair arms tightly to keep from showing visable pleasure in hearing it.
"How could it not be?"
A million questions swarmed through her mind. Who is he? Why is he here? What does he look like? Why is he invisable? Is he indeed human? What does he want from me?
"Who are you?" One of the wonderings had traveled down from her brain and out of her mouth, just barely audible.
"I have answered this al-"
"No, you have not!" She snapped angrily, standing up, direly wishingto know the answer."You are avoiding my questions. In fact," she thought aloud, "I have nothing to adress you by. I refer to you as, just that, you! I have no name to call you by and I know nothing of you!"
"Why do you insist on receiving something I can not give you?" The weariness in his voice was evident.
"Can not, or will not?" She asked more gently. "I must know."
"Both."
There was a long silencewhich was sadening for both parties involved. Speech was all they had.
"May you at least," Hermione paused, unsure of herself.
"Yes?"
"tell me about yourself? About what you are like and- and- and why you are here?"
"All you want to know, I can not tell you. I will tell you all I can."
"Well, um," she said, thinking. "Where will we begin?" And she contemplated, not for the first time that night, whether or not she had heard his voice before. She was sure she had, it's not a voice one would easily forget.
"Wherever seems prudent."
And they spoke long into the night, learning about likes and dislikes, wonderings and curiosities, hopes and dreams, families and a few friends, and many inbetween.
He looked deeply into her eyes before lowering his head to hers and kissing her lips sweetly. There was both passion and gentleness in his actions, the ones she had been wishing were...
...real.
She opened her eyes. Two a.m.
Why was she repeatedly having these dreams? Why couldn't she stop them? Was there something wrong with her? How had her thoughts of him changed so much?
Severus Snape,...why? She was confused. She had begun to question these dreams less and less and she had never despised them.
She loved them.