Two Sides to Every Soul | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Hermione, so tired she almost fell numerous times on her
stumbling way back to the castle, was almost beyond caring that Severus/Gildas
hadn’t found her yet. Perhaps they were
still organizing the removal of the so-called “Dementor Dust.” She thought back to what Lucius Malfoy had
told her about the personalities still not having meshed. Perhaps he was right and the joining would
happen later, but Hermione was simply worried about the end result. She repressed the thought that, whatever
might happen in the end, he wouldn’t want her anymore.
Harry came up beside her and offered an arm to lean on, but
she shook her head and sent him away. “Your
Aurors need you more than I do, Harry. Go
to them now; I can take care of myself.”
Her friend sighed and looked at her.
“Hermione, I know about Gildas. He seemed like a good man, and he loved
you…but I also know about Snape, though you tried your best to hide it from
everyone. As your friend, I’m telling
you this – those two are now the same person…I wouldn’t expect too much out of
the man they’ve become. Be careful,
‘Mione.” With a final hug, he was gone
and she was alone.
She resumed her walk to the gates of the school and had
almost reached them when she felt herself being watched. Twisting around, she saw nothing until she
spotted the tell-tale shimmer of Disillusionment. “Who’s there?” she called sharply. “I know you’re there.” She slid her wand back out of her pocket.
The shimmer dissolved to reveal a tall form with a face as
familiar to her as her own, but with slight differences. Severus/Gildas’ hair was as dark as the black
cloak he was wrapped in, but his skin was subtly different – slightly tanned,
she realized. The aquiline nose was
smaller and not as out of place on his handsome face, and she could see that it
bore the slight bend that Gildas had earned when Norbert had gotten a bit too
excited and walloped him in the face with his spiked tail. She waited for him to speak, but he/they
simply regarded her silently through those strange eyes. Finally, she could take it no longer, and
spoke. “Which…which one are you?”
“Is that all the greeting you have for me?” he sneered, tossing
his too-long hair from his eyes. She
gaped like an idiot as he then added in a different tone altogether, “Oh, don’t
mind him – he’s just jealous that he didn’t get the superior flying ability
after all.”
“Let me say this again – which
one are you?” she demanded.
“We’re still working that out,” he said ruefully and Hermione
jumped in surprise as he lifted his left hand and struck himself across the
face. “Stop that, you greasy-haired git, or I won’t put on any other color
besides pink for a week,” he
threatened. His right hand came over to
clasp his left wrist and there ensued a rather silly-looking battle until Severus
abruptly switched tactics and took possession of the right hand, which flew up
and smashed into their communal nose.
“Agh! You wanker,” Gildas
swore, rubbing their nose. “Stop it or
I’ll be cross-dressing next. You keep
forgetting that this is your nose as well!”
He cocked his head suddenly. “Hah
– he’s off sulking now.”
Hermione stood stock-still with amazement, sure that her jaw
was currently somewhere around her shoes.
“What is going on? You
shouldn’t be still in there…”
He took her into his arms lovingly, looking down into her
face. “No I shouldn’t, but I am. I…I did and said some things that I’m not
very proud of, when our magic signatures were interchanging, and I want to make
it right.”
“You lied to me about not remembering what happened... didn’t
you?”
He sighed and stroked her hair. “Yes.
Although I never would have performed that impotence curse if I’d been
in my right mind…now that we’re in the same body, it affects me too,” he said
with comic dismay, making Hermione smile up at him. “We’re slowly getting used to each other,
love…and I suspect you and many others will think I’ve gone completely round
the twist by the time we’re finally finished…negotiating.” He gave her the crooked smile that was pure Gildas,
looking so incongruous with its frame of dark hair.
“So, any idea of how long the negotiations will last?” she
asked, trying not to seem too concerned and failing horribly.
His face became serious once more as he looked down at her
through dark eyes shot through with golden lightening. “So far there are only a few things we agree
upon.” And his eyes told her that she
was one of them. Happiness welled up in
the form of tears in her eyes as she held out her hand to them.
“Come along, then…it’s not every day that a witch gets to
take two wizards to bed with her at the same time.” As she led her lovers towards her chamber she
could feel through the hand holding hers, both Gildas’ confidence and self-assurance
as well as the hesitation Severus was feeling at the newness of such tenderness
directed towards him. She backtracked
and slipped her arm around the waist of the man both wizards had become, ready to
cede control of the situation to fate – enough damage had been done with the
meddling ways of others.
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The aftermath of the Dementor attack upon Hogwarts was
settled relatively quickly, though not without a sudden swarm of worried
parents descending upon the castle, frantic about their children. “I’d like to know exactly where they
were when their precious little snots were in danger,” Severus grumbled to Hermione
just as she had taken a giant bite of her breakfast scone, perfectly timed so
she would have to chew and swallow before she could scold him. “Ta, I’ve a class,” he said, tapping the
table and slipping away when she began to chew quickly.
“Severus!” she
called after him once her mouth was empty, shaking her head in dismay. Her lips twitched as she met Minerva’s amused
eyes – Dumbledore had resigned his position as Headmaster weeks earlier, citing old age
and weariness as his reasons for retirement.
Hermione knew better, however – Severus had threatened to expose his
role in the unauthorized spell creation that had spit both Lucius Malfoy and
himself at birth…it was one more thing that he and Gildas agreed upon
completely. They were meshing better
with each passing day and Hermione fully expected to wake up with only one
wizard in her bed one day soon.
They clashed seldom these days, but when they did it was
quite a spectacle to behold and the students as well as the staff had come to
anticipate these moments with great excitement.
On one occasion Severus (for they had decided that they would both bear
the name intended for them at birth though with Gildas’ names coming after) had
angered his jovial half so much that, in effect, he had tripped himself
deliberately. The spectacle of the Dark
Arts/Care of Magical Creatures teacher – they taught both subjects with the
minimal use of a Time Turner – sent sprawling on his face and walking into
things on purpose provided much entertainment for anyone who happened to be
around when such things happened.
The third time Gildas had successfully lured Severus into a
bout of “Did Not, Did Too,” Hermione had threatened to use Levicorpus against them. Lucius
and Narcissa were frequent visitors,
solicitously inquiring after Severus’ transition – she still found it hard to
credit that LM had turned out as well as he had – he still kept his job as an
Unspeakable, though he was now Department Head and his word carried much more
weight on account of his position in society.
He was also very plainly and madly in love with his wife and this suited
Narcissa just fine – she was now carrying another child and very proud of this
accomplishment. But the most astonishing
thing about the new-and-improved Lucius Malfoy was his views on Muggles and
Muggle-Borns. Having, in effect, been a
“Mudblood” himself, he now claimed to have absolutely no prejudice against
them. Of course he could still be
frightfully stuck-up at times, but Hermione found, to her great surprise, that
she actually looked forward to his visits.
“Look,” he had told her once, making her laugh, “I’m still Lucius...but
now I’ve got rhythm!” Narcissa, rubbing her swelling stomach
fondly, just shook her head and smiled at the thought of being married to an
“exotic dancer,” as Severus had put it once humorously when Gildas had surfaced
unexpectedly.
Hermione had gotten used to the strange behavior of her
lovers; the sudden slap-fights, tripping, and inexplicable cuts and bruises
that came from their war for supremacy.
It was with shock that she woke one morning and turned to Severus,
intending to wake him, and finding him propped up on one elbow, looking down at
her. The first thing she noticed was
that his eyes had settled – far from being the usual continuous swirl or
colors, his eyes were now almost completely black, except for a glowing band of
gold surrounding the pupils. “Your
eyes,” she whispered, tracing his dark eyebrows while he smiled down at her,
one arm slipping down to her hip to pull her closer. “And your hair…!” she realized, reaching up
to run her fingers through it. In the
morning lights filtering through the curtains into the room, she could see that
his black hair was touched with the calico highlights that had comprised Gildas’
hair.
“Do you like it?” he asked – at least his voice remained the
same, she thought with relief. That
velvety, sexy purr of his remained intact; even though she knew that it would
have been impossible for him to sound like anyone else, she was glad – she
didn’t know what she would have done without hearing that silkily seductive
voice speaking to her ever again.
He lowered his face to hers and kissed her slowly and she
savored the sensual contact, sliding her arms around him and feeling the raised
ridges of the scars left when the warding tattoo had been ripped from his
back. He had also worked out the impotency
spell, if the urgent press of his arousal against her hip was any
indication. Hermione whispered his name
as he began to stroke her body expertly, reveling in the feelings he produced inside
her – for this was what should have been, Severus as he should have been
born! The man he was intended to be, and
now was. Those were her last coherent
thoughts for a long time as he lowered his lips to her skin.
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His lovemaking skills were now formidable indeed, Hermione
thought drowsily as she lay beside Severus.
Though it was no big surprise as he had the experience of two men to
draw from and practice upon her. She
looked over to see him with both arms folded behind his head, staring up at the
ceiling thoughtfully but he turned his head to look at her as if he could feel
her eyes upon him. “Severus, what’s it
like?” She asked curiously.
“What is what
like?”
“You know…having two of you inside your head,” she explained
hesitantly. “If you don’t want to talk
about it…”
He rolled over on his side to face her. “It’s not…quite
like that,” he said thoughtfully. “I
remember both lives and growing up… twice.
It’s a bit strange. The things I
remember about you, for instance….I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I should never have treated you that way.”
She felt as if her blush could heat the whole of the
dungeons, which was where he suggested that they move since he had more room
and his tower rooms were too far for her to traverse on a daily basis. “…I actually liked it sometimes,” she
stammered, and was slightly mollified to see him suppress a smile.
“In that case, I shall spank you across the Grounds, hey?”
he teased, earning an embarrassed laugh and an even brighter blush.
“It’s different now, I’d know you weren’t just being cruel,”
Hermione managed shyly, and then had to slap his chest as he arched an eyebrow
and assumed the expression of a sex-mad fiend.
They laughingly wrestled among the sheets until Severus caught sight of
a clock and saw that he was about to be late for a class. Hermione laughed as he almost fell out of the
bed and yanked on his clothes and teaching robes – she rather liked this new,
affectionate, and playful Severus and Accio’ed
his Time Turner surreptitiously while he was trying to restore his hair to some
semblance of order. When Severus dug in
his pockets for it, she arranged herself on the cushions with nothing but the
Time Turner about her neck and he turned at her throat-clearing. “Two turns should do nicely, Professor Snape,”
she purred. The hurriedly donned robes
flew off again at an even faster rate.
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The “new” Professor Severus Snape settled into life at Hogwarts
and though the students were plainly disappointed that their teacher would no
longer have slap fights with himself, they were glad that Professor Snape was
easier to get along with….most times. He
was still stricter than most of his colleagues, but no students were sent from
the classroom in tears, either.
Norbert was slightly harder to placate; ever since the
fateful night his master had been rejoined with his other self, the Horntail
had been nigh inconsolable. With a few
carefully placed bribes such as dead animals for the dragon to eat, not to
mention a laborious scale-scrubbing, Norbert accepted Severus after he had
dunked the tall wizard n the lake on several occasions, in view of the entire
student body (to their immense delight).
Of course, the upswing in detentions prompted them not to be so
entertained the next few times it happened.
The tumultuous events of the year had left the entire staff
physically and mentally exhausted and when the school year finally came to an
end, none were happier to see it go. Severus
arranged for Hagrid to watch over Norbert during the summer holiday, with the
strict injunction that the Horntail not be taught any “bad habits” and took Hermione
back to Prague
for a well deserved vacation.
She had wondered privately whether or not he intended to
propose to her since he had freely declared his love for her several
times. Hermione toyed with the idea of
simply proposing to him, but one
night as they strolled hand in hand across the Charles Bridge
he took the decision out of her hands and asked her to become his wife. “And why should I do that?” she countered
coyly.
He looked up at her.
“I’ll read the Floo Network listing to you every night if you do,” he
grinned, and at that, how could she say no?
He knew the effect of his voice on her very well by now. When they made their union official the
following summer, all present remarked on the happiness encompassing the
couple. Thus the tale that began with tragedy and unhappiness on that dark and
stormy night of so long ago, ended with love and healing – for all parties
involved.
END
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