Muggle Sang the Blues
Chapter 5
"Mortal Danger"
They arrived at his home, Hermione looked down the unfamiliar road. It was long she thought and narrow, like most streets in London. She noticed that all the buildings were alike as well, made of the same red masonry, matching doors and dark widow panes. A cat waited patiently at his front door.
Hermione for a moment suspected it to be his. Until, she saw him flick a spell at the poor creature's paws.
"That was cruel?" she said.
He turned back and looked at her, looking very much like his old self.
"Sorry I do forget how fond you are of them." he said slowly.
"They are extremely clever creatures, I take it that you don't like cats?" Hermione felt it was a very important thing to know. Cats after all were her most favorite animals. She'd considered getting one for Matilda soon. She no longer had her cat as a pet. The time had come for poor Crookshanks, and she buried him one summer afternoon. She had found him stiff as steel in her basement that dreadful morning. A sense of sorrow crept about her as she pushed the memory away.
Severus waited for her as she was a few steps behind him. His dark eyes studing her frame. He wasn't ashamed of wanting her. Since their first meeting, she'd searched hopelessly into his soul, withdrawing every ounce of knowledge he had to offer her, and he welcomed it. For him it made this thing that they were, even more precious to him. But he wanted to give her so much more. He would never openly admit it to her, not just yet, but he thought young Draco a fool to lose something so lovely. But, he was in everyway thankful for his loses. He wanted her safe. He wanted her with him.
He lifted his hand to stroke her hair, reaching out his arm he placed his palm against the side of her cheek. She held it there and kissed it. Everything disappeared into a black haze leaving behind only her light.
He knew his heart was in mortal danger with her. There would be no end to the world he would want to provide for her. Suddenly he wanted everything, but only with her.
He pulled her close and she took his hand. Her lips came up to meet his without warning, leaving behind the whisper of a kiss, a kiss that told him... this was only the beginning. Severus, froze. His body tightened. She felt like warm cream upon his lips, and the taste of her was addictive. Her kindness she gave freely. She nip at his lip, it was sensual caress. Erotic. It robbed his mind blind, he had no idea of what to do, she surprised him completely with her kiss. Again she pressed her lips to his. ... Whatever she wanted was fine with him.
She smiled shyly. Beneath her hands, his heart stuttered out of rhythm. This amused her, and she took a great deal of pleasure in knowing the effect she had over him, that she could leave him so speechless… like a school boy.
Slowly she maneuvered her arm beneath his coat, feeling the firmness of his chest. She had never touched him like this before, and the solid nature of his body beneath her touch felt as sweet as forbidden fruit.
Her hand came to rest at his neck. He closed his eyes, his blood grew warmer. Perhaps he should lock her away! She was dangerous, he hated the weakened state she could cast over him, like some tricky little spell, with no counter-curse to save him. No one, had ever before flushed his mind so utterly blank from thought as she did now. But how could he complain when he gave her complete power over his being, to do with as she willed. He breathed deeply as her lips found his... again. Her skin was the golden and warm, while his was pale, icy and cold to the touch. She drew him down to her lips. He wanted to stay with this beautiful woman, and let her light torture his dark soul.
Hermione was no longer nervous when he touched her. If anything she was trying to reassure him. She smiled, and her eyes went instantly to his, almost as if she had read what he was thinking.
He was like stone beneath her hands. "It wouldn't hurt if you let us in. Really, it would only take a moment." she teased playfully.
He came to his senses, but couldn't retain just what she had done to him. Had he been so overdone, so reluctant to move from her that he'd forgotten to unlock the door. From his jacket, Hermione watched as his wand slide from beneath his sleeve and Severus unlocked the front door, it gave a low click and they were allowed to enter.
It was dark inside, the entire house was bath in eerie shadows that flickered against a distant candle light spilling from the next room. She couldn't imagine how anyone could live in such darkness and not go completely mental.
A heavy wooden table stood in the middle of the kitchen floor, with four identical chairs. There were several, oddly, placed jars about his countertop. But, without proper lighting Hermione could not clearly make out their contents.
His voice was low. He asked for her to wait here, and he departed into the other room.
She waited as he instructed but, She hated darkness and she always had. The kitchen she stood in was nothing more than a lab for his oddities, and the strange things she recalled from his classes.
She found the light switch on the wall, by the door, and flicked it on. Light spilled into the room revealing a discolored floor from ages of non-cleaning. Deep colored wooden cabinetry completely covered one side of the room's wall and broke briefly to give way to an opening, for a paned window that had its shade drawn down.
Now that she was able to see clearly, she stepped away from the wall. There were jars filled with several giant reptile-like creatures and one other with something that looked like a mandrake, dissolving in green liquids.
Boxes were stacked in a corner and several old issues of the Daily Prophet piled high on his table.
"Professor!" she called out his name. "Professor!" She called again. But there was no answer, and then suddenly she could hear him as he reentered the other room.