Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfic. I am currently writing a novel in real life, to be published, so this will be slow going, because I want to own a copy of my book before my 14th birthday, which is in May. (Yes, I am 13.) These chapters are short so I can update at least once a week. I have school along with a whole bunch of extra curricular activities to attend to, so please be patient ;) If you could, please review, because nothing would make me happier than feedback, positive or negative. If anyone wants to beta, you should leave a review saying so. Thanks for reading my crap!
Summary: During the summer holidays between Harry Potter's 6th and 7th year, some members of The Order Of the Phoenix have been asked to live at Headquarters until the fall Of Voldemort, including the Order's Number One spy: Severus Snape. Through many convenient twists of fate, everyone learns to have compassion for even the most sarcastic, ugly git on the face of the planet. (I SUCK at summaries xo)
Warnings: Torture, angst, Alternate World, Out Of Characterness, Sirius and Dumbledore are still alive, SLASH, Crappy Writing. You've been warned.
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Chapter 2: Murmuring That She Loved Me
Later that night Snape lay awake on his bed, staring at his bedside table. The room around him was plain, yet organized, clearly showing the personality of the man who was residing in it. The only personal effects in the entire room were two empty picture frames on the table.
It wasn't as if Snape liked seeing empty picture frames; he was quite the contrary, in fact. He had always loved to see pictures of bright and smiling people gazing up at him unmoving in Muggle photos. Wizarding photos simply annoyed him; the moving images made him dizzy.
Sighing in irritation, Snape slammed down the empty frames face down upon the table. He stretched his thin body as he rose from the bed to cross the room. Throwing open the wardrobe, Snape withdrew a Pensieve. It was slightly smaller than Dumbledore's, yet it held more memories. Raising his wand to his temples, Snape removed three memories before shoving the Pensieve back into the confines of the wardrobe.
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The next day Molly rose at dawn to start breakfast for the crowd of thirty ravenous wolves who would come down to the kitchen later on to eat breakfast.
'I never get any help,' she thought. 'What they all do is completely beyond me. Could they at least wake up before seven for once?'
She heard a gentle pattering of footsteps approach the kitchen. Snape entered the kitchen just as Molly had turned to see who it was.
"Molly," Snape nodded.
"Hello Professor Snape," Molly sighed as she returned to cutting up the hotdogs (Author's/Note: To put in the eggs. I will only eat eggs with hotdogs in them.). She quickly took in his outfit: A pair of dress pants, a turtleneck that showed off his broad chest, and a leather jacket that she could tell was specially tailored to accomodate his wide shoulders and thin waist.
'He's dressed entirely in black,' she thought with amusement. 'As always.'
"Do you want any help?" Snape asked softly.
"I'm fine." Molly's grinned tiredly at the man. Ignoring her, Snape walked over towards the counter and gently took the knife from Molly's hands. She watched in amazement as he chopped the hotdogs in a quick, methodical fashion.
Gazing at her look of confusion, Snape smiled. It was only a tiny quirk of his lips, but he actually smiled. (A/N: All the girls out there, just imagine Alan Rickman smiling like that while dressed in a pair of tight black pants and a black leather jacket over a black turtleneck. drools)
'He actually looks nice for once,' Molly thought. 'And now that I've seen him up close, his hair isn't greasy at all. Just shiny...'
Snape blushed under Molly's gaze. Coughing slightly, he broke Molly's attention from his lips and made her gaze up at her eyes. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"I'm fine." Molly smiled indulgently at him. "Just sit down at the table and I'll fix you something. Coffee? Tea?"
"Some coffee would be nice."
Molly busied herself with getting Snape a cup of coffee as he sat down in the middle of the table. As she placed the cup with a bowl of cream and sugar down on the table in front of Snape, Hermione entered the room in her pajamas.
"M-morning Mrs. Weasley," Hermione yawned as she sat down at the table. She said more nervously,"Good morning Professor Snape."
"Good morning Hermione." Molly beamed at the intelligent young witch as she began to crack eggs into a frying pan. Snape simply nodded as he poured about half of the sugar bowl into his cup and stirring it.
"Here you go dear," Molly said as she placed a plate full of eggs and hotdogs in front of Hermione. "Do you always like some coffee with your sugar, Professor?"
"I don't like coffee, I like syrup," Snape said as he took a sip using both hands to hold his cup. Molly tracked the progress of the cup to his lips and watching hungrily as he drank. Hermione nudged Molly gently in the ribs to detract her attention from Snape.
Molly jumped a few inches in the air, flustered. Pretending to fix herself a cup of tea, Molly recovered herself. Hermione watched as her Potions Professor drained the cup and poured some more coffee onto his sugar(A/N: He has a sweet tooth!). Hermione blushed as she remembered what he had said before he left the kitchen in anger in the last chapter: "For love of her and all in vain." It had been bothering her all night long, causing her to lose sleep over the pain in his voice combined with the anger that seemed to emanate from his body. Finally plucking up the remainder of the courage she had been piecing together to speak to him about it, she spoke.
"Um, Professor Snape?"
"Hmmm?" Snape grunted questioningly at her.
"What did you mean last night? I-I mean after you said 'For love of her and all in vain.'" Hermione's voice broke halfway through the sentence from nerves.
"Oh." Snape blushed himself. "I was talking about my old girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend, Professor?" Molly asked as she sat down beside Hermione with her tea.
"Yeah." Snape sighed. "Her name was Sophia. I joined the Death Eaters to stop the Dark Lord from killing her, you know. Worst mistake I've ever made."
The two females' jaws had dropped after hearing Snape finish.
"B-but why d-didn't you just go into hiding?" Hermione stammered, in complete and absolute shock.
"Because she didn't want to hide. 'Murmuring that she loved me, she to weak for all heart's endeavor, to set her struggling passions free from pride and vainer ties dissever and give herself to me forever.'" Snape muttered solemnly. (A/N That was from Robert Browning's Porphyria's Lover. I have it memorized.)
"Robert Browning," Molly murmured to herself. Snape nodded to confirm her.
"I was named after that poem. From the word 'dissever'. My mother used to repeat that poem over and over again to her self. It kept her sane while my father screamed at-"
The sound of footsteps and talking my Snape freeze midsentence and apparate out of the kitchen. As Harry and Ron entered the room, Molly angrily said,"Thanks for scaring him away!"
Harry and Ron were left standing confused in the kitchen as Molly and hermione left in disgust.
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Really sucky, I know. You don't have to remind me. I was feeling kinda angsty when I wrote this. I had actually finished typing up a five page short story I wrote for a writing contest. This chapter was too short for me to really like, but hey, I wrote two chapters in two days! If you want long chapters, go check out the author Azurite. If you have any comments or suggestions, just press the magical little button at the bottom of the page!
Author's Comment:
I based the Snape in this chapter off of my dream guy. Dressed in black, tight pants, a shirt that shows off his narrow waist, broad strong shoulders, a deep baritone voice, big dark sparkling eyes...
Well, anyway, both Hermione AND Mrs. Weasley like Snape in this fic. In case you were wondering ;) I came up with her watching him drink from my own experience in the school cafeteria while watching a guy named Nick eat his ice cream. He was literally sucking the ice cream off of the stick. I wasn't the only girl watching him, though. But my friends and I were the only ones drooling over it.
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