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Songs of Regret	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 76454 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from it. I also hold no rights to any of the songs mentioned. I make no money from the writing of this story.

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Snape flipped his damp black hair over his shoulder with an annoyed toss of his head. The unceasing mist and cold was wearing on his last nerve. This dreary weather suited his personality just fine, but only as long as he could stay inside and not run about like a bloody errand boy.

The day had been exhausting in more ways than he cared to admit. His busy mind brooded as he walked against the wind through the dark, empty streets of Hogsmeade.

How did she know about Lily?

The old man had taken an unbreakable vow not to reveal his most treasured and sensitive secret. He doubted Black had gotten close enough to the girl to discuss such a thing before he had died. Lupin had enough sense not to have said anything. Potter had died when she was a baby. And he knew for damn sure that he had NOT ever given the younger Potter his memories of his mother. He would never give Potter his memories…unless perhaps he was about to die.

Snape stopped dead in his tracks at that thought. He had to have died. In the girl’s reality he had not survived the war. He frowned at the castle ahead of him in the distance. Did he believe them?

He had seen the Granger girl and the Malfoy boy only a few days ago walking through the halls of Hogwarts with their classmates, preparing to leave for summer holiday. They had appeared as they always had, except the girl had seemed a little more subdued as she attempted to comfort Potter after Black’s death.

But he had to admit that the pair he had observed in the Headmaster’s office moved with slightly different mannerisms than they usually did and carried themselves with a confidence that only came with age. They were unwavering in their responses and the Malfoy boy’s outbursts had been startling, even for him. He knew of only one other student that had ever spoken to the Headmaster with such force and conviction. And Potter had been fighting the intrusion of the Dark Lord into his mind at the time.

Were they possessed? It would certainly account for their delusions and their uncharacteristic behavior towards each other.

Snape felt a twinge of apprehension and began to head towards the castle once more with long, purposeful strides. He had left them alone with the Albus. And while he knew the Headmaster was more than capable of defending himself, Snape also knew better than to underestimate the depravity of the Dark Lord. He picked-up his pace and the wind whipped his cloak and robes around him fiercely.

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Dumbledore sat at his desk contemplating the memory he had just viewed. He looked down at the wand in his hand and rolled it between his leathered fingers. Many witches and wizards had died at the end of this ancient stick; a tradition he had hoped would die with him as its last owner. But in the alternate reality, it hadn’t. He had to have faith that in this one it would.

Dipping the wand into the Pensieve, he extracted the flowing, silvery memory and replaced it carefully into the tiny vial marked ‘Death of Severus Snape.’

It had been the first memory that Miss Granger had supplied him. He had asked her to divulge the circumstances under which she had learned of Snape’s true allegiance. When he had taken the vial from her and read the tiny words she’d written upon the label, he had felt a pang of sorrow.

He’d come to care for the dour Potions Master and had even considered him to be something akin to a son. Ever since the fateful night when Severus had come to him begging for help, the two of them had shared an unspoken closeness. The younger looked to the older for purpose and security, and the older looked to the younger for assistance and loyalty.

Dumbledore clasped the vial tight in his hand and inhaled deeply as he stood and turned to replace it in the cabinet among the others. He had just closed the cabinet door when the door to his office swung open with a bang. He snapped his gaze to the doorway to find Snape standing there wet and somewhat wild eyed.

“Where are they!?” Snape asked loudly. Dumbledore looked over his spectacles at him and raised an eyebrow.

“If you are referring to Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy, I have already locked them in for the night. They were quite exhausted from the day’s events,” he answered calmly. “Did everything go smoothly with ensuring their stay here?”

Snape pursed his lips and nodded. “The Grangers had indeed contacted the authorities about her disappearance, however, a few well-placed memory charms took care of the situation. Miss Granger’s parents believe her to be already staying at the Burrow where she was planned to spend the majority of the summer holiday beginning next week. And Narcissa was more than willing to allow young Mr. Malfoy to stay here under the belief that he is participating in a special potions apprenticeship with me,” he explained.

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled at Snape. “Young Mr. Malfoy is now older than you are Severus,” he said with a slight hint of amusement.

“Albus,” Snape said seriously, “I am not convinced that he is. There are ways that they could have found out what they’ve revealed to us. I see no evidence to prove that they are from the future. I believe their strange behavior may be linked to something more sinister.”

Dumbledore tilted his head. “Do you believe that I would not consider all possibilities? I questioned them rather extensively. They are able to cross thirty-seven-year age lines. The memories they have thus far passed to me are vivid and thorough, with no signs of tampering. I do not believe that there is anything sinister about either of them.”

“But they could be possessed,” Snape said with more force than he had intended. Dumbledore sighed and sat down behind his desk. He nodded at the chair across from him for Snape to sit.

Snape frowned slightly. He rather hated it when the old man did that, made him sit before his desk to receive a lecture like an unruly student. But he would do anything for this old man. He would never admit to it, but he rather cared for him more as a father than as a colleague. The Headmaster had been more of a mentor to him than his own drunken bastard of a father had been anyway.

With a defeated sigh, Snape took off his cloak and hung it by the door and then dried himself with a quick spell. He strode to his chair and sat.

“Why do you believe them to be possessed? Wouldn’t that explanation be just as farfetched as the one they’ve given? The level of possession that would be required to manifest ‘true’ memories is nearly impossible to achieve, especially on minds as intelligent and stubborn as theirs,” Dumbledore said in an infuriatingly calm tone.

Snape sat back hard in the chair and threw a hand up in the air in frustration. “But the way they acted, Albus! Not three days ago they would have hexed each other for looking the wrong way. And suddenly they are helping each other and holding hands and talking of children!? The idea that the two of them would be together willingly is absurd.”

Dumbledore eyed Snape curiously for a moment before he spoke. “What do you suppose it was that drove them to dislike each other in the first place, Severus?”

The simple question shook the Potions Master to his core. The only reason they had to dislike one another was the very thing that had torn him and Lily apart: a baseless prejudice fueled by a madman’s quest for power. He blinked silently at the Headmaster and tried to respond, but found that a lump in his throat prevented anything from passing. Snape swallowed uncomfortably and cast his gaze to the floor.

“They come from a reality, Severus, where Voldemort has been defeated. They have lived twenty years without the blood prejudices that rule here,” Dumbledore said softly. He leaned forward with his arms on his desk. “These two represent the very thing that we are fighting for. I find nothing absurd about their pairing. And, I daresay that without the bigotry that was instilled into Mr. Malfoy from infancy, it wouldn’t have taken them so long to finally come together.”

Snape looked up sharply. “You believe them to be fated?”

“I have my suspicions,” Dumbledore answered with a slight nod. “There…”

His thought was cut short when several of the balanced silver trinkets atop his desk and tables suddenly toppled over and a tiny tremor travelled across the floor beneath the two professors’ feet.

Both men immediately went on high alert. “What was that, Albus?” Snape questioned with alarm at the edge of his chair as Dumbledore stood and walked to the nearest wall. Dumbledore shook his head slightly and then placed his palms firmly against the castle stones and closed his eyes.

Snape watched anxiously as the Headmaster communicated with the ancient fortress.

“It was some kind of shock wave…from a sound. But the castle won’t tell me what caused it,” he answered after a moment.

“What do you mean, it won’t tell you?” Snape asked indignantly. “It’s supposed to reveal to you what happens within its walls if you inquire.”

“There is one room that won’t let its happenings be revealed,” Dumbledore responded with a pointed look over his shoulder at Snape. The latter looked slightly abashed.

“Is there a reason that you chose Ravenclaw’s Liberium as their room for the week?” Dumbledore asked turning away from the wall to face Snape directly.

“You know as well as I that aside from this office the Liberium is the best protected room in this castle. I did not want to risk them escaping or being discovered,” Snape answered defensively.

The Headmaster hummed noncommittally. “Yes, well I think we can assume that the sound was caused by something that happened in there,” he said seriously.

“Should we not check on them then?”

Dumbledore placed a hand to the wall once more and shook his head. “The castle seems to think it was benign. If it happens again then we shall investigate.” He then walked about the room righting the objects that had fallen during the tremor.

“You truly believe them then?” Snape said slumping back in the chair.

“I do,” Dumbledore answered simply, but with finality as he sat down again. There was a heavy silence then as each man thought to himself.

“What of Mr. Malfoy’s impending Marking?” Dumbledore asked after a time.

Snape shook his head, “It must go ahead as planned. If he should refuse, the Dark Lord will kill him.”

“I am not suggesting that he refuse,” the old man said firmly. Snape furrowed his brow deeply.

“You wish him to receive the Dark Mark?”

Dumbledore turned a grave expression to the black haired man seated before him. “Severus, you have been invaluable to The Light. You will never truly understand what your sacrifices have meant to us…to me. You have had a difficult life taking so much upon yourself. Perhaps it is time you had a ‘partner in the field’ as they say.”

Snape tried to swallow the lump that had reformed in his throat. “You…you intend him to be a spy,” he ground out. Dumbledore nodded once. “What makes you think that he will agree?”

“Why did you agree, Severus?”

“You know why,” Snape hissed at him.

“And what do you suppose Voldemort would do to Miss Granger should their relationship be discovered?”

Snape looked green. “Are they in love?”

Before Dumbledore could answer, a second silent tremor sent the silver objects on his tables toppling.

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Hermione never knew kisses could be so hot. She ran her hands lazily through Draco’s hair and savored the feel of his warmth against her as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of himself, snogging all the while.

“What do you say we try out that pool?” he whispered against her. Hermione giggled.

“You just shagged me rotten. Are you still not satisfied?” she teased.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” he said as he grabbed her arse and jiggled her slightly.

Hermione smiled and kissed him softly. She pushed off of him and jumped up beside the bed. She held out her hand to him.

Draco flipped onto his stomach and looked her up and down. He planted his face into the comforter and moaned loudly before lifting it again quickly. “Gods, woman. You are bloody gorgeous.”

Draco hopped off the bed and stood beside a blushing Hermione. Ignoring her hand, he stepped into her and wrapped his arms tight around her middle. He kissed her tenderly and, with lips locked, lifted her just a few inches and walked them over to the bathroom door. Hermione fumbled for the handle as Draco carried her and the door swung open to grant them entrance to the spacious room beyond. Once inside, Draco kicked the door shut behind them.

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“Solatium animae.”

The great tapestry with the knight and queen pulled aside and the locks of the heavy, oak door clicked open. With a nod from Dumbledore, Snape took out his wand and knocked loudly on the door. They waited a moment and, when they heard no response, Dumbledore nodded again. Snape pushed the door open slowly. The two stepped inside the room with their wands at the ready.

“Miss Granger?” Dumbledore called out. “Mr. Malfoy?”

The two professors looked about the apparently empty room and listened for a response. The only sound that greeted them was the soft crackling of the low fire left in the fireplace. Snape walked to one of the arm chairs and picked up the robes that were draped over it. He raised an eyebrow at the Headmaster.

He inclined his head toward the curtained doorway that lead to the bedroom. Snape set down the robes and strode to the doorway. “Mr. Malfoy!” he shouted at the curtain, “Miss Granger! If you do not respond, we will enter!”

Silence.

Snape gave the old man a troubled look but Dumbledore simply nodded at him again to continue.

Wand up, Snape pushed tentatively through the curtain. Dumbledore waited in the sitting room with his eyes trained on the doorway. “Severus?” he called. He frowned when he received no response. He stepped toward the door just as Snape reappeared.

“Why did you not answer me?” Dumbledore asked sternly. Snape pursed his lips and looked at the door he’d just come through.

“I didn’t hear you call,” he answered. “I imagine you didn’t hear me shout to you either?”

“A silencing spell?” Dumbledore said as he too scrutinized the wall around the door. Snape nodded his agreement with the Headmaster's deduction. “Are they sleeping?”

Snape shook his head. “They’re not in there.”

“Well, they could not have left. Did you check the bathroom?”

“I was not about to look in there,” Snape responded darkly.

Dumbledore gave Snape an amused glance. “Never known you to be skittish, Severus.”

Snape rolled his eyes and pushed back through the curtain. Dumbledore followed right after and the two went straight to the closed bathroom door. Snape knocked and called out their names, but as before there was no response.

“Another silencing spell. We will just have to chance it and open the door,” the older professor said when the younger looked at him apprehensively.

Snape cast an uneasy glance at the door as he turned the handle and pushed in.

When the door opened they were met with the sounds of a sensual melody mingled with the soft splashing of water and gentle moans of a woman. The ambrosial scent of warm salt water, lavender and chamomile wafted over them as they looked across the vast roman bath.

At the far end of the pool that was in the center of the room they saw a curly haired brunette with her back towards them slowly moving up and down in the water with a man’s arms wrapped around her sleek torso. A tousled mop of platinum blond hair appeared over her shoulder as the man in front of her buried his face into her neck and moaned loudly.

So lost were the two in their ecstasy that they never even realized that the professors had looked in on them.

Snape quietly closed the door. He stood staring at the floor with a shocked expression.

“I believe we’ve discovered the reason for the silencing spells,” Dumbledore chuckled.

“Albus, they are students!” Snape said rather surprised at the Headmaster’s flippancy.

“They are adults trapped in students’ bodies,” Dumbledore answered firmly, “I will not begrudge them adult pleasures. Besides, you are the one that chose to have them locked in this room together, Severus. What did you expect?”

Without waiting for a reply, Dumbledore walked calmly from the room.

Snape frowned after him and then looked again to the closed bathroom door. The vision of what occurred beyond it replayed in his head and he felt a strange combination of emotions. What did he feel? Shock? Arousal? Jealousy? Hope?

With a heavy sigh, Snape left the bedroom to find Dumbledore waiting for him in the sitting room. The Headmaster gave Snape a concerned once over, but said nothing as they made their way into the hall. Dumbledore relocked the main door and they retreated down the corridor towards his office in silence.

When they were back in the office and seated once again, Snape finally broke the silence.

“We didn’t find out what caused the tremors,” he said with an exasperated shake of his head.

“Well, you’re welcome to go back and ask them,” Dumbledore said with a smile as Snape tskd sourly. “But,” he went on, “I believe I already know the cause.”

Snape sat a little straighter in his chair and raised his eyebrows.

“I trust you heard the music that was playing for our enthusiastic lovers?” Dumbledore asked lightly. Snape nodded curtly and he went on. “Well, if I’m not much mistaken I believe that one of them was telepathically creating the music.”

Snape looked at him as if he had sprouted antlers. “What?”

Dumbledore rested his elbows on his desk, folded his fingers together and rested his chin on them. “It’s a fairly rare phenomenon, though I have seen it in several students in my many years. It’s called Teleprojection. A person with the ability will play sounds or music involuntarily in response to emotional stimuli. Those sound wave tremors we felt earlier were most likely the result of one or both of our charges reaching sexual climax.”

There was a small awkward silence until Dumbledore spoke again. “To return to our previous conversation…Will you speak with Draco about becoming an agent for The Order?”

“We are calling him by his first name now?” Snape asked dubiously.

“He is your age now, Severus, and he will be working with you as a partner, risking his life alongside you. I think it appropriate to address him as an equal.”

Snape nodded. “I will try and convince him tomorrow.”

“You still believe that he will be against it?”

Snape pulled back his sleeve and looked at the black mark on his skin and heaved a breath. “I couldn’t fathom having to go through it twice,” he whispered.

Dumbledore looked at him grimly. “Would you have done it twice for her?”

A single tear trailed down Snape’s sallow cheek. “I’d have done it a thousand times for her.”
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