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Chapter 10
10 Years After
Chapter 10
A/N: Not my favorite chapter. Might be edited in the near future, but it serves as a bridge from paradise to the real world for Hermione and Severus..
Corforinu, Greece: March 30, 2008, morning; Hermione’s Villa.
Hermione awoke to find herself wrapped in the arms of Severus Snape. She thought back to a week ago when she last woke up next to him. This time, she had no intention of leaving. She snuggled in closer to him and planted soft kisses on his chest. She felt his arms tighten around her and a soft clearing of his throat. She looked up at his face and smiled at him. He gave her a sleepy smile and murmured a good morning.
“Sleep well?” she asked.
“Very well,” replied, “of course, some beautiful witch tired me out beyond imagination.”
Hermione smiled and tilted her head up to capture his lips in a kiss. Last night was beyond her wildest dreams. They had made love outside under the moon, then several more times in her bed. For some reason, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him. She had never been particularly aggressive before, but something about this man spurred her on greater sexual and emotional heights. Severus deepened the kiss, running his hands down her body and lingering on her full breasts. Hermione broke the kiss and turned over onto her back, resting her head on his chest and giving his hands access to her breasts. He lazily circled his thumb over a nipple, the mere touch making it stand at attention. His fingers were slightly callused from his potions making, causing the skin to catch slightly on the sensitive skin of her nipples and heightening her pleasure. She moaned under his stroking, causing him to smile.
“I love the way your hands feel on me,” she said.
“I love the way you feel under my hands.”
“You know I meant what I said outside last night.”
“You did?” he asked, gently pinching her nipple before resuming his circular motions.
“Of course. I do love you, Severus,” she said, “and please, don’t think you have to say it me, because you don’t.”
“I love you too, Hermione,” he replied, moving so that he could kiss her neck, then her chest, and down to join his fingers at her nipples. He licked a nipple before giving it a little nip.
“Mmm, Severus, that is so good,” she moaned.
“I aim to please,” he responded, licking the other and nipping it, too, “so, what are your plans when your holiday is over?”
“Back to teaching my potions classes at St. Damian’s and back to my research, I suppose,” she said, a note of sadness entering her voice, “how about you? Back to Hogwarts?”
“It’s the only home I’ve known for more years than I care to remember. And I do work there, you know.”
“I know…”
’s n’s not that far from St. Damian’s, Hermione. In fact, it’s a damn sight closer than Godric’s Hollow is.”
“That’s true,” she said, smiling, “and I won’t miss apparating to work every day, since I’ll be living on campus. Will you visit me?”
“Just try keeping me away,” he replied, nibbling on her nipple and causing her to squirm in delight.
“And will you consider a guest lecture for one of my classes?”
“As if I don’t get enough teaching on a daily basis.”
“Please?”
“Will I get to have sex with the professor?”
“I don’t think she’d mind that at all.”
“I’ll consider it.”
Hermione smiled, then moaned loudly as Severus moved his mouth from her breasts to her damp core, licking her into oblivion.
Aberdeen, Scotland: April 3, 2008, morning; St. Damian’s Wizarding University.
Hermione arrive at her new home after a week in paradise getting acquainted with a man she never dreamed of being involved with. The more time she spent with him, the deeper she felt for him. He was possibly the most perfect man for her. He was smart, funny, and sexy, he encouraged her research, and had an interest in her teaching career. He urged her to look into to finishing up her mediwizardry studies, as she was close to being a mediwitch as it was. Her research could count towards her internship. The more Hermione thought about it and the more she spoke to Severus about it, the more she realized that being a mediwitch was important to her. She loved potions, but believed she could be of a lot more assistance as a mediwitch, using her knowledge of potions to help find cures for many ailments. And if she were to be honest with herself, she didn’t care for teaching as much as she had thought she would. Like Severus, she had little tolerance for “dunderheads”. She had realized during her many conversations with Severus about the subject, that she had, in fact, adopted many of his mannerisms in her classroom. She even gave a little speech to her first year university students about “foolish wand waving”. Severus had laughed at the look of horror that crossed her face when she realized who she appeared to emulate in the classroom. And she was teaching like that long before she met up with him in New York. Severus Snape was more of an influence on Hermione Granger than she would have cared to admit just two weeks before.
Hermione sighed. It was only a few hours since she was with him and already she missed Severus. She looked around her new cottage, running her hands over the dark polished wood of the furniture. It was beautiful and a few small touches would make it home for her. She enlarged and opened her traveling trunk, pulling out some fabrics that she transformed into curtains and a picture that she talked Liam O’Malley into taking on the sly. It was of Severus and her sitting together at O’Malley’s Tavern, poring over an issue of the Potions Journal. It was a good picture. Hermione loved the way he looked at her, taking furtive glances while she was discussing an article in the journal. She gently touched the surface of the photo before placing it on the mantle of her fireplace. She was interrupted from her thoughts by the tapping of an owl on her window. Opening the window, she admitted Hedwig , Harry’s aging snowy owl. She slipped the scroll of Hedwig’s leg and before she could offer the owl a treat or read and reply, the great bird swooped off. She opened the parchment and read the letter enclosed.
“Dear Hermione,
I know that we’re divorced now, and that I have no claim on you, but I miss you. I miss talking to you. I miss seeing your smile. I miss waking up next to you. I can’t help but wonder if I was too noble in letting you go without a fight. I wonder if I should have fought harder for our marriage. I wonder if I should have insisted that we try harder to salvage our marriage. I spent this week thinking of you being with Snape. He doesn’t deserve you. He can’t have changed that much. I know I did a lousy of of showing it, but I’ve always been proud of you Hermione. I guess I’m asking you to consider giving me another chance. To consider letting me back into your life and letting me try to win you over, win you away from Snape. I don’t know. I’m sure it’s a little too little, a little too late, but I would like you to think about it. We could still have a future together. You, me, our future children. I would be willing to wait a little while for the children. I know you would eventually want them, too.
Harry”
Hermione shook her head as she read the letter. All of their years together and he didn’t know her well enough to know that once she made a life decision, it was final. Deciding to end her marriage was the hardest decision of her life and she knew it wasn’t a mistake. She knew that to Harry, she was comfort and familiarity. He didn’t miss her, he missed the routine of their life together. She knew Harry would come around eventually. She had regrets too. But she would have more regrets had she waited any longer. And Harry often second guessed himself when it came to big decisions. But usually his first instincts were correct, and they were in this case as well. She would miss her best friend, but she knew it wouldn’t be forever.
Hermione finished unpacking, each item unpacked reminding her of time spent with Severus. She shook her head. She really needed to stop dwelling on Severus Snape like some love sick schoolgirl. Gods, she felt like Lavender Brown and that thought was not a pretty one. It was all she codo tdo to stop herself from flooing directly to Hogwarts and into his arms. Again, Hermione sighed and settled down at her desk to prepare for the next day’s classes.
Outside Hogsmeade: April 3, 2008, afternoon; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Severus sat in the leather wingchair in his private quarters, attempting to read a text on the vampiric condition. He snorted as he picked it up, well aware that his students tended to think he was vampire. As he read, taking notes that Hermione might find of assistance, his mind wandered back to his holiday with the beautiful witch. He still could not believe, in spite of all that transpired between them, that she wanted any part of him, much less all of him like she had stated. He had gone directly to his quarters upon returning that morning, and was waiting for his expected summons from Albus Dumbledore. He knew the old coot was curious as hell about what possessed his potions master to take a holiday on a Greek wizarding island. He wondered if Albus was aware of Hermione and Harry’s divorce. Of course, since he knew everything, he was probably not only aware of the divorce, but of Severus’ part in it. It was not something he could afford to worry about. Hermione had made it clear that she was not leaving Harry for him. She was leaving Harry for many reasons, it was just a matter of timing that Severus was there at all. Hermione had admitted that Harry’s lack of interest in her presentation in New York was actually the final straw. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, making her decision to sleep with Severus a little bit easier.
Severus was in love. Of that he was sure. He was in love with a beautiful brown eyed witch with intelligence to match his. She wanted so much from life, and Severus wanted to make sure she got everything that she want She She wanted to finish her degree in mediwizardry. He thought it was an amazing idea. She would be an excellent mediwitch. She wasn’t cut out to be a teacher. Her patience with fools was only slightly greater than his. She had told him that she finally understood his issue with Neville Lottoottom, having had a few cauldron melters in her required potions class at St. Damian’s. She wanted to see her research to its conclusion and he would do anything and everything in his power to assist her. She even admitted someday being interested in returning to Hogwarts if the mediwitch position ever opened up. Whatever she wanted, he would ensure that she got. Even if the romantic aspect of their relationship ended, huld uld still have a vested interest in seeing his most talented student ever succeed in everything that she wanted. He closed his book, having paid no attention to it anyway, and thought about the following night. He was to meet Hermione for dinner in Hogsmeade. For the first time in his 48 years, he was looking forward to something. Hermione Granger had given him that. She brought life and hope into his dark life, and Severus intended to savor every moment of it, fearing that end would come all too soon.
Chapter 10
A/N: Not my favorite chapter. Might be edited in the near future, but it serves as a bridge from paradise to the real world for Hermione and Severus..
Corforinu, Greece: March 30, 2008, morning; Hermione’s Villa.
Hermione awoke to find herself wrapped in the arms of Severus Snape. She thought back to a week ago when she last woke up next to him. This time, she had no intention of leaving. She snuggled in closer to him and planted soft kisses on his chest. She felt his arms tighten around her and a soft clearing of his throat. She looked up at his face and smiled at him. He gave her a sleepy smile and murmured a good morning.
“Sleep well?” she asked.
“Very well,” replied, “of course, some beautiful witch tired me out beyond imagination.”
Hermione smiled and tilted her head up to capture his lips in a kiss. Last night was beyond her wildest dreams. They had made love outside under the moon, then several more times in her bed. For some reason, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him. She had never been particularly aggressive before, but something about this man spurred her on greater sexual and emotional heights. Severus deepened the kiss, running his hands down her body and lingering on her full breasts. Hermione broke the kiss and turned over onto her back, resting her head on his chest and giving his hands access to her breasts. He lazily circled his thumb over a nipple, the mere touch making it stand at attention. His fingers were slightly callused from his potions making, causing the skin to catch slightly on the sensitive skin of her nipples and heightening her pleasure. She moaned under his stroking, causing him to smile.
“I love the way your hands feel on me,” she said.
“I love the way you feel under my hands.”
“You know I meant what I said outside last night.”
“You did?” he asked, gently pinching her nipple before resuming his circular motions.
“Of course. I do love you, Severus,” she said, “and please, don’t think you have to say it me, because you don’t.”
“I love you too, Hermione,” he replied, moving so that he could kiss her neck, then her chest, and down to join his fingers at her nipples. He licked a nipple before giving it a little nip.
“Mmm, Severus, that is so good,” she moaned.
“I aim to please,” he responded, licking the other and nipping it, too, “so, what are your plans when your holiday is over?”
“Back to teaching my potions classes at St. Damian’s and back to my research, I suppose,” she said, a note of sadness entering her voice, “how about you? Back to Hogwarts?”
“It’s the only home I’ve known for more years than I care to remember. And I do work there, you know.”
“I know…”
’s n’s not that far from St. Damian’s, Hermione. In fact, it’s a damn sight closer than Godric’s Hollow is.”
“That’s true,” she said, smiling, “and I won’t miss apparating to work every day, since I’ll be living on campus. Will you visit me?”
“Just try keeping me away,” he replied, nibbling on her nipple and causing her to squirm in delight.
“And will you consider a guest lecture for one of my classes?”
“As if I don’t get enough teaching on a daily basis.”
“Please?”
“Will I get to have sex with the professor?”
“I don’t think she’d mind that at all.”
“I’ll consider it.”
Hermione smiled, then moaned loudly as Severus moved his mouth from her breasts to her damp core, licking her into oblivion.
Aberdeen, Scotland: April 3, 2008, morning; St. Damian’s Wizarding University.
Hermione arrive at her new home after a week in paradise getting acquainted with a man she never dreamed of being involved with. The more time she spent with him, the deeper she felt for him. He was possibly the most perfect man for her. He was smart, funny, and sexy, he encouraged her research, and had an interest in her teaching career. He urged her to look into to finishing up her mediwizardry studies, as she was close to being a mediwitch as it was. Her research could count towards her internship. The more Hermione thought about it and the more she spoke to Severus about it, the more she realized that being a mediwitch was important to her. She loved potions, but believed she could be of a lot more assistance as a mediwitch, using her knowledge of potions to help find cures for many ailments. And if she were to be honest with herself, she didn’t care for teaching as much as she had thought she would. Like Severus, she had little tolerance for “dunderheads”. She had realized during her many conversations with Severus about the subject, that she had, in fact, adopted many of his mannerisms in her classroom. She even gave a little speech to her first year university students about “foolish wand waving”. Severus had laughed at the look of horror that crossed her face when she realized who she appeared to emulate in the classroom. And she was teaching like that long before she met up with him in New York. Severus Snape was more of an influence on Hermione Granger than she would have cared to admit just two weeks before.
Hermione sighed. It was only a few hours since she was with him and already she missed Severus. She looked around her new cottage, running her hands over the dark polished wood of the furniture. It was beautiful and a few small touches would make it home for her. She enlarged and opened her traveling trunk, pulling out some fabrics that she transformed into curtains and a picture that she talked Liam O’Malley into taking on the sly. It was of Severus and her sitting together at O’Malley’s Tavern, poring over an issue of the Potions Journal. It was a good picture. Hermione loved the way he looked at her, taking furtive glances while she was discussing an article in the journal. She gently touched the surface of the photo before placing it on the mantle of her fireplace. She was interrupted from her thoughts by the tapping of an owl on her window. Opening the window, she admitted Hedwig , Harry’s aging snowy owl. She slipped the scroll of Hedwig’s leg and before she could offer the owl a treat or read and reply, the great bird swooped off. She opened the parchment and read the letter enclosed.
“Dear Hermione,
I know that we’re divorced now, and that I have no claim on you, but I miss you. I miss talking to you. I miss seeing your smile. I miss waking up next to you. I can’t help but wonder if I was too noble in letting you go without a fight. I wonder if I should have fought harder for our marriage. I wonder if I should have insisted that we try harder to salvage our marriage. I spent this week thinking of you being with Snape. He doesn’t deserve you. He can’t have changed that much. I know I did a lousy of of showing it, but I’ve always been proud of you Hermione. I guess I’m asking you to consider giving me another chance. To consider letting me back into your life and letting me try to win you over, win you away from Snape. I don’t know. I’m sure it’s a little too little, a little too late, but I would like you to think about it. We could still have a future together. You, me, our future children. I would be willing to wait a little while for the children. I know you would eventually want them, too.
Harry”
Hermione shook her head as she read the letter. All of their years together and he didn’t know her well enough to know that once she made a life decision, it was final. Deciding to end her marriage was the hardest decision of her life and she knew it wasn’t a mistake. She knew that to Harry, she was comfort and familiarity. He didn’t miss her, he missed the routine of their life together. She knew Harry would come around eventually. She had regrets too. But she would have more regrets had she waited any longer. And Harry often second guessed himself when it came to big decisions. But usually his first instincts were correct, and they were in this case as well. She would miss her best friend, but she knew it wouldn’t be forever.
Hermione finished unpacking, each item unpacked reminding her of time spent with Severus. She shook her head. She really needed to stop dwelling on Severus Snape like some love sick schoolgirl. Gods, she felt like Lavender Brown and that thought was not a pretty one. It was all she codo tdo to stop herself from flooing directly to Hogwarts and into his arms. Again, Hermione sighed and settled down at her desk to prepare for the next day’s classes.
Outside Hogsmeade: April 3, 2008, afternoon; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Severus sat in the leather wingchair in his private quarters, attempting to read a text on the vampiric condition. He snorted as he picked it up, well aware that his students tended to think he was vampire. As he read, taking notes that Hermione might find of assistance, his mind wandered back to his holiday with the beautiful witch. He still could not believe, in spite of all that transpired between them, that she wanted any part of him, much less all of him like she had stated. He had gone directly to his quarters upon returning that morning, and was waiting for his expected summons from Albus Dumbledore. He knew the old coot was curious as hell about what possessed his potions master to take a holiday on a Greek wizarding island. He wondered if Albus was aware of Hermione and Harry’s divorce. Of course, since he knew everything, he was probably not only aware of the divorce, but of Severus’ part in it. It was not something he could afford to worry about. Hermione had made it clear that she was not leaving Harry for him. She was leaving Harry for many reasons, it was just a matter of timing that Severus was there at all. Hermione had admitted that Harry’s lack of interest in her presentation in New York was actually the final straw. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, making her decision to sleep with Severus a little bit easier.
Severus was in love. Of that he was sure. He was in love with a beautiful brown eyed witch with intelligence to match his. She wanted so much from life, and Severus wanted to make sure she got everything that she want She She wanted to finish her degree in mediwizardry. He thought it was an amazing idea. She would be an excellent mediwitch. She wasn’t cut out to be a teacher. Her patience with fools was only slightly greater than his. She had told him that she finally understood his issue with Neville Lottoottom, having had a few cauldron melters in her required potions class at St. Damian’s. She wanted to see her research to its conclusion and he would do anything and everything in his power to assist her. She even admitted someday being interested in returning to Hogwarts if the mediwitch position ever opened up. Whatever she wanted, he would ensure that she got. Even if the romantic aspect of their relationship ended, huld uld still have a vested interest in seeing his most talented student ever succeed in everything that she wanted. He closed his book, having paid no attention to it anyway, and thought about the following night. He was to meet Hermione for dinner in Hogsmeade. For the first time in his 48 years, he was looking forward to something. Hermione Granger had given him that. She brought life and hope into his dark life, and Severus intended to savor every moment of it, fearing that end would come all too soon.