Severus frowned and shoved the thoughts into a deep recess in his mind. He looked at his hand as it lay on Hermione's soft skin, his hand was no longer as pale as the moon. Hermione had charmed him into spending afternoons outside with her, he had developed a tan. He gave a low chuckle and slid the sheet over Hermione's naked form. She stirred slightly and fell into a deeper sleep.
Severus slid off the bed and picked up a deep green and silver robe that lay folded next to the bed. He wrapped himself in it and headed for the bathroom, he needed a nice hot shower to calm his thoughts.
Severus stretched and noticed a small rounded limp on the ceiling blending in perfectly with crown molding around it. he left the bathroom and quietly taking his wand reentered the bathroom. Severus muttered a small spell and the true identity of the lump was made clear to him. he shattered it with a freezing spell and scowled...
It woke from it's slumber. It could hear the sweet words of its true master in its dreamless torpor. The creature coiled itself tighter the scales of its cold body rustling as they rubbed against one another.
It had no words per se as it thought, just a feeling that death would soon come and that it would be well and truly fed off of not only flesh and blood but off of power as well.
it closed it's unnerving eyes and drifted back into it's hibernation. oddly content.
Severus sat alone in his potions classroom. He took a deep breath smelling the musty yet comforting smell of his surroundings. He had discovered a small charm placed in his chambers, A doubting thomas charm so to speak. Most likely placed here by his brother and for the sole reason of making Severus abandon Hermione. To make him see her as an evil being, less than whole because of her heritage. He had almost believed that he could somehow save his brother from his path. Almost.
Cicely sat on her bed watching the sun rise. She had been forced to grow up very quickly and it bothered her that she was so young but had such a burden on her shoulders.
She picked up her potions journal and reread several of her notes. One day, she thought, I will be able to use all I have learned from this and become the best witch ever... She hummed softly to herself. A simple song her mother had taught years ago, a song of rejoice.
TBC A/N: IF anyone is still interested in this story i know it has been well over a year since I updated last, but with leaving a cheating ex, moving to a new state and suffering a miscarriage my life has been pretty down lately... the bright side is I am engaged to a wonderful man, have a job and am finally writing again and will be going back through each of my chapters as soon as i have a sufficient amount of time off and correcting my grammar errors in the first chapter groups... i have recently reread my entire story and have discovered that writing at three in the morning is not a good thing and even when it looks like it has been written right it sometimes isn't. Thanks a bunch M. raven.
PS i know this is short but i am just getting back into this really and have to reacquaint myself with my own story