Eternally Yours
Chapter 17
Matushka
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, I do not.
Author's Note: Well, I was all ready to update like three times last week, but then I got another flame on chapter 16, and I have writer's block. This one ranted a bit about how Sev was OOC and a little gay in capital letters. You know, bad reviews aren't so bad on occasion, but I much prefer constructive criticism in the proper letter case. I'd pretty much realized that Sev was a little out of character to begin with though. But isn't that one of the best parts about FanFiction, being able to take your favorite characters and put them into situations that the true creator would never put them in. I think that we all know that J.K. Rowling would never let Severus and Hermione fall in love, such a tragedy. If she did, you wouldn't be here because you could have the real thing instead the imitation that I'm peddling. The only thing is that now, with a flame apiece for my last two chapters and no review from Amara Tsu again, I'm getting a little paranoid. I'm not quite my pink fuzzy assed, pompous, self-assured self anymore. Do you think that my story is going in a negative direction? School is out, and I don't have Sam to keep me from writing anything horrible, maybe I'm slacking off.
Anyway, here's your chapter.
Hermione awoke snuggled next to Severus and blinked her eyes open. The fire had gone out some time during the night, but the side of her body that had lain closest to the hearth felt baked.
Severus stirred next to her, nuzzling his face into her neck, and draping one arm possessively over her hips. 'I'm sorry.'
Hermione turned to face him. 'For what?'
'For throwing all of that on you last night. I'm not quite sure what got into me, it was supposed to be a present, not an excuse for me to…I just wanted you to understand what it meant to me.' Severus sighed.
Hermione turned around to face him.
He smiled at her, a slight smile that none-the-less lightened his features. 'Come with me, let me show you.'
'I'd follow you into the jaws of Cerberus himself, and have, but could you let me brush my teeth first.'
Severus sat up abruptly and gave her a quizzical look. 'What is it with you and brushing your teeth as soon as you open your eyes?'
Hermione blushed. 'My parents are dentists.'
Severus shrugged. 'Very well then, there's another bathroom in the hall. You can brush my teeth too.'
Severus rose to his feet and extended a hand to Hermione, she took it and he pulled her up. Taking her hand, Severus led Hermione to the bathroom and waited silently as she brushed first her teeth and then his.
Hermione transfigured their tooth brushed back into ceramic fish and leant in to kiss Severus. He met her lips and gave her a wet open-mouthed kiss, he pulled back after a moment in order to avoid a tightness in his pants.
'Mmm minty,' Hermione said with a smirk before Severus took hold of her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom.
Severus pulled Hermione through a maze of corridors before he finally stopped in front of an old door made of English oak with an ornate silver handle. Hermione thought that they were near the kitchens; she could smell bacon.
Severus turned Hermione's key in the lock of the huge door and swung it open on creaking hinges.
Hermione walked into the room and looked around in awe. She massaged the toes of her bare feet into the almost unbelievably soft gray shag carpet. A large oak four-poster bed, with lavender hangings and a gray comforter latticed with black lines, was in one corner of the room across from a fireplace.
Severus strode across the room and drew open the lavender drapes revealing a view of the small lake at the back of the estate. Light flooded into the room and Hermione was momentarily blinded as her eyes adjusted and then she gasped.
The walls were completely covered with a huge mural of the nine muses done primarily in shades of gray and lavender. The mural blended into the room, giving off a soothing effect. Hermione recognized the design from the window in the library. She looked up at Severus, 'Your mother was an artist?'
Severus turned his back to the window and looked at Hermione. 'Yes, I suppose you could say that. She loved to paint in any case.' He gestured over to an easel cornered towards the window. It held an unfinished painting of a small boy with long black hair and a glass holding several paintbrushes. Several tubes of paint and palette full of dried paint sat on a nearby table. 'But here,' he took her hand, 'Come with me.'
Severus led her hand to a bookcase and glided it along the books. They were all books on charms save for one. Severus brought Hermione's hand to a copy of A Tale of Two Cities and pulled the book off of the shelf, opening a pathway into a second room.
Hermione followed him into the room and once more gasped. The room was full of books. It was smaller than the library upstairs, but Hermione would have guess that it held at least the same number of books if not more. Unable to control herself, Hermione rushed over to the nearest bookcase, pulling Severus with her.
Severus wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist as she examined the books on the shelf. 'This is my gift to you Hermione.'
Hermione turned and smiled at him sadly. 'Are you sure?'
Severus nodded and pulled her against his chest. 'Quite sure. But let's go get some breakfast.'
Hermione nodded and Severus led her out of the room closing and locking the door behind them. Severus handed the key back to Hermione. 'You can come back here whenever you want you can use the fireplace in my office to floo over. That's your place, use it as you see fit.'
Hermione smiled up at Severus and took his hand, 'Thank you.'
Severus nodded and led her up a staircase just to their right. He paused in front of a bookcase on the staircase's landing. Once more he led Hermione's hands over the books, stopping at another copy of A Tale of Two Cities and pulled out the book. Another passageway lined with torches that lit as they passed by, opened in the wall and Severus led Hermione up it. At the top the passage abruptly ended with a wall; in the center of the wall was another torch. Severus pulled down on the torch and the wall opened into the library. They stepped into the library and a bookcase slid closed behind them. Severus led Hermione's hand in the now familiar gesture to a copy of A Tale of Two Cities in the bookcase. He didn't bother to pull it out, instead he led Hermione out of the library and they went back to Severus' bedroom where breakfast was waiting.
Hermione licked the last bit of bacon from her fingers and sighed. 'I don't want to go back to school Sev.'
'Neither do I.' Severus took Hermione's plate and set it next to his on the empty breakfast tray on the floor, and sat back down on the bed next to her.
Hermione smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. 'I don't know how I'm going to be able to stand a whole week without kissing you.'
Severus kissed her sweetly on the lips and pulled away. 'Nonsense, you have a month worth of detentions to work off my dear, and I had a whole lot more than kissing in mind.'
'Don't push your luck,' She kissed him again, deeper this time, 'Or I'll have to sic Harry on you.'
Severus pulled abruptly back from her. 'You told Potter!'
Hermione blushed, 'No, he just sort of figured it out on his own, he's far more clever than you give him credit for.'
'Not as clever as you,' Severus purred, pulling her close again. ' Besides, I sort of told Dumbledore. He already knew what was going on of course, but I didn't lie to him.'
Hermione kissed his throat. 'I already knew that.'
'How?' he frowned, running his hand through her hair.
'He convinced me to forgive you when we were finishing the potion.' She began unbuttoning his shirt.
'Meddling old man.' Severus grumbled and pulled his shirt off over his head before Hermione could finish unbuttoning it.
Author's Note: I'm sorry if that chapter was a little lacking, but I just wasn't feeling especially inspired. Damn flames!
Thank you to all my grateful reviewers: Sarahamanda, danradcliffe6656, CaptainCrash, KeithUrbanFan, momsangel, hp-lover-fifi, jojo, Irina Derevko, Anarane Anwamane, Cat-of-the-Western-Lands, Faerluthio, Miranda, Kouga'seagleforever (I promise I will send you an e-mail, I'm just really busy at the moment), pixieballerina (what reference to Castaway? It wasn't a conscious reference and now I'm curious. I can't figure out what it is.) ButterflysFyre, ParvisSira, obsessed-w-snape, Genny79, Tigerchild, Aindel S. Druida, cool091688, and whAck.
Chapter 17
Matushka
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, I do not.
Author's Note: Well, I was all ready to update like three times last week, but then I got another flame on chapter 16, and I have writer's block. This one ranted a bit about how Sev was OOC and a little gay in capital letters. You know, bad reviews aren't so bad on occasion, but I much prefer constructive criticism in the proper letter case. I'd pretty much realized that Sev was a little out of character to begin with though. But isn't that one of the best parts about FanFiction, being able to take your favorite characters and put them into situations that the true creator would never put them in. I think that we all know that J.K. Rowling would never let Severus and Hermione fall in love, such a tragedy. If she did, you wouldn't be here because you could have the real thing instead the imitation that I'm peddling. The only thing is that now, with a flame apiece for my last two chapters and no review from Amara Tsu again, I'm getting a little paranoid. I'm not quite my pink fuzzy assed, pompous, self-assured self anymore. Do you think that my story is going in a negative direction? School is out, and I don't have Sam to keep me from writing anything horrible, maybe I'm slacking off.
Anyway, here's your chapter.
Hermione awoke snuggled next to Severus and blinked her eyes open. The fire had gone out some time during the night, but the side of her body that had lain closest to the hearth felt baked.
Severus stirred next to her, nuzzling his face into her neck, and draping one arm possessively over her hips. 'I'm sorry.'
Hermione turned to face him. 'For what?'
'For throwing all of that on you last night. I'm not quite sure what got into me, it was supposed to be a present, not an excuse for me to…I just wanted you to understand what it meant to me.' Severus sighed.
Hermione turned around to face him.
He smiled at her, a slight smile that none-the-less lightened his features. 'Come with me, let me show you.'
'I'd follow you into the jaws of Cerberus himself, and have, but could you let me brush my teeth first.'
Severus sat up abruptly and gave her a quizzical look. 'What is it with you and brushing your teeth as soon as you open your eyes?'
Hermione blushed. 'My parents are dentists.'
Severus shrugged. 'Very well then, there's another bathroom in the hall. You can brush my teeth too.'
Severus rose to his feet and extended a hand to Hermione, she took it and he pulled her up. Taking her hand, Severus led Hermione to the bathroom and waited silently as she brushed first her teeth and then his.
Hermione transfigured their tooth brushed back into ceramic fish and leant in to kiss Severus. He met her lips and gave her a wet open-mouthed kiss, he pulled back after a moment in order to avoid a tightness in his pants.
'Mmm minty,' Hermione said with a smirk before Severus took hold of her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom.
Severus pulled Hermione through a maze of corridors before he finally stopped in front of an old door made of English oak with an ornate silver handle. Hermione thought that they were near the kitchens; she could smell bacon.
Severus turned Hermione's key in the lock of the huge door and swung it open on creaking hinges.
Hermione walked into the room and looked around in awe. She massaged the toes of her bare feet into the almost unbelievably soft gray shag carpet. A large oak four-poster bed, with lavender hangings and a gray comforter latticed with black lines, was in one corner of the room across from a fireplace.
Severus strode across the room and drew open the lavender drapes revealing a view of the small lake at the back of the estate. Light flooded into the room and Hermione was momentarily blinded as her eyes adjusted and then she gasped.
The walls were completely covered with a huge mural of the nine muses done primarily in shades of gray and lavender. The mural blended into the room, giving off a soothing effect. Hermione recognized the design from the window in the library. She looked up at Severus, 'Your mother was an artist?'
Severus turned his back to the window and looked at Hermione. 'Yes, I suppose you could say that. She loved to paint in any case.' He gestured over to an easel cornered towards the window. It held an unfinished painting of a small boy with long black hair and a glass holding several paintbrushes. Several tubes of paint and palette full of dried paint sat on a nearby table. 'But here,' he took her hand, 'Come with me.'
Severus led her hand to a bookcase and glided it along the books. They were all books on charms save for one. Severus brought Hermione's hand to a copy of A Tale of Two Cities and pulled the book off of the shelf, opening a pathway into a second room.
Hermione followed him into the room and once more gasped. The room was full of books. It was smaller than the library upstairs, but Hermione would have guess that it held at least the same number of books if not more. Unable to control herself, Hermione rushed over to the nearest bookcase, pulling Severus with her.
Severus wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist as she examined the books on the shelf. 'This is my gift to you Hermione.'
Hermione turned and smiled at him sadly. 'Are you sure?'
Severus nodded and pulled her against his chest. 'Quite sure. But let's go get some breakfast.'
Hermione nodded and Severus led her out of the room closing and locking the door behind them. Severus handed the key back to Hermione. 'You can come back here whenever you want you can use the fireplace in my office to floo over. That's your place, use it as you see fit.'
Hermione smiled up at Severus and took his hand, 'Thank you.'
Severus nodded and led her up a staircase just to their right. He paused in front of a bookcase on the staircase's landing. Once more he led Hermione's hands over the books, stopping at another copy of A Tale of Two Cities and pulled out the book. Another passageway lined with torches that lit as they passed by, opened in the wall and Severus led Hermione up it. At the top the passage abruptly ended with a wall; in the center of the wall was another torch. Severus pulled down on the torch and the wall opened into the library. They stepped into the library and a bookcase slid closed behind them. Severus led Hermione's hand in the now familiar gesture to a copy of A Tale of Two Cities in the bookcase. He didn't bother to pull it out, instead he led Hermione out of the library and they went back to Severus' bedroom where breakfast was waiting.
Hermione licked the last bit of bacon from her fingers and sighed. 'I don't want to go back to school Sev.'
'Neither do I.' Severus took Hermione's plate and set it next to his on the empty breakfast tray on the floor, and sat back down on the bed next to her.
Hermione smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. 'I don't know how I'm going to be able to stand a whole week without kissing you.'
Severus kissed her sweetly on the lips and pulled away. 'Nonsense, you have a month worth of detentions to work off my dear, and I had a whole lot more than kissing in mind.'
'Don't push your luck,' She kissed him again, deeper this time, 'Or I'll have to sic Harry on you.'
Severus pulled abruptly back from her. 'You told Potter!'
Hermione blushed, 'No, he just sort of figured it out on his own, he's far more clever than you give him credit for.'
'Not as clever as you,' Severus purred, pulling her close again. ' Besides, I sort of told Dumbledore. He already knew what was going on of course, but I didn't lie to him.'
Hermione kissed his throat. 'I already knew that.'
'How?' he frowned, running his hand through her hair.
'He convinced me to forgive you when we were finishing the potion.' She began unbuttoning his shirt.
'Meddling old man.' Severus grumbled and pulled his shirt off over his head before Hermione could finish unbuttoning it.
Author's Note: I'm sorry if that chapter was a little lacking, but I just wasn't feeling especially inspired. Damn flames!
Thank you to all my grateful reviewers: Sarahamanda, danradcliffe6656, CaptainCrash, KeithUrbanFan, momsangel, hp-lover-fifi, jojo, Irina Derevko, Anarane Anwamane, Cat-of-the-Western-Lands, Faerluthio, Miranda, Kouga'seagleforever (I promise I will send you an e-mail, I'm just really busy at the moment), pixieballerina (what reference to Castaway? It wasn't a conscious reference and now I'm curious. I can't figure out what it is.) ButterflysFyre, ParvisSira, obsessed-w-snape, Genny79, Tigerchild, Aindel S. Druida, cool091688, and whAck.