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Moments in time Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10373 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Catherine - They need sweetness too - they certainly do, but did they choose the right spot for sweetness is another matter ;)
Fox: "If none of them is willing to talk, I have a feeling they will go through a very rough patch and lots of tears soon :(" - you guessed right. Maybe I should explain...I knew person, not so much different than he is, and yes...things do tend to progress that way when you have someone so bottled up. "tho" -though (I've seen you making this mistake before -bad, bad Kvarta ;-)" - yup, years of on-line game communication damaged my english :D, "you should be punished)" - don't do that to me, or at least to my hun ;) P.S. : Thanks for the heads up ;)
I will shelter you
“Where the hell is she?” Severus fumed, she disappeared in the house and he was left at the mercy of Potters and Weasley’s. Finally, his stoic, monosyllabic answers forced his hosts to back off and give him space. Potter’s separated themselves at one corner, far from him “Thank you Merlin for small favors.” Hermione’s muggle friend and George whispered in the other corner.
He observed the muggle girl, he didn’t pay any attention to her at the Ball “To all honesty, only thing I could see that night was - her.” After the… “kiss” … he took a disliking of the girl, but she was her friend, so now he paid attention. Many confusing details, many pieces that didn’t quite fit; finally fell in to the place. Hermione was passionate, fiery, determined and painfully blunt…her actions at the ball, some more subtle ways of seduction she used so uncharacteristic for her… he could understand them now. Watching the girl, the way she held her posture, “casually” touched George, everything she did…he nearly smiled – he knew the type. If by any chance this girl was witch she would be placed in his house. But this…Jenny…she was more than that, her posture so relaxed still dominated the air around her and anyone in her vicinity. He was glad, Hermione had true and honest friend in her – he was sure of it, Slytherin type was honest and loyal to the fault to their friends, the only problem was they trusted rarely to form such bond.
Victorie padded to the field and he sighed, that was painful reminder of generations to come and plague his existence.
- Maman, why is ant Hemione westle uncle Jon? – asked girl
Weasley clan froze, before any of them regained ability to react he was in the house, he could hear Molly in the background
-…this time let me deal with him. –
“This time…” he noticed that “Golden Trio” drifted apart over the years, but didn’t press the question and she never told him anything related, now he was sorry about that. The sight in the kitchen blacken his vision, Hermione was pushing Ron in the chest, trying to maintain the distance.
- C’mon ‘Mione, let me remind you… -
- There is nothing to remind me about Ronald, let me go before I hex you in to the next week. – she demanded
- Just let it happen’ ‘Mione… -
In one long stride, he was next to them, pulling the little bag of manure up in the air, with one hand. He didn’t normally possess that kind of strength but adrenaline and anger pumped through his veins. Desire to crush the boy, like a bug that he was, spilled in to the menacing words
- Mr Weasley, you ought to learn that Lady’s “no” is always a “no”. –
He was almost grateful that Molly showed up in the kitchen, he let his encumbrance on the floor, landing him in a heap. Suppressing tremors, he was fully aware that just a few seconds ago he was fully capable of murder, and not a hair above using any or all three Unforgivables. Hermione neared him slightly and he turned to her
- Are you all right Miss Granger, we may leave if you desire so. – fighting a need to wrap her in his arms and shelter her, she looked traumatized but tried to cover it. Muffled through the rush of blood, Molly’s voice reached him
-… Severus, can I bother you to stay with Hermione, just in case… - she continued talking but he wasn’t listening anymore, all his attention focused on Hermione. He answered automatically
- Do not worry Molly; I will take care of Miss Granger. –
Molly left them. Hermione gave him weak smile and turned to whatever she was chopping on the board, her hands shaking badly. Caution be damned, she needed support, he will deal with consequences, he will put out the fires as they appear. Taking a knife from her hands he turned her to face him
- Are you honestly fine? We can leave… - she looked at him with huge puppy like eyes, trying to look brave and failing in the way that pruned his heart
- No, I am bit shaken up, but it will pass. Just stay … near me … please. – she hugged him.
For a moment, he was frozen “What if someone shows up and see them? Damn all of them let them try and say a word. After this, today, they can only go stuff themselves…she needs me now.” If he learned anything in life, he learned not to hesitate and dwell on possible outcomes – but to choose the most optimal solution and deal with consequences. His arms folded around her, one encircling her waist, the other petting her curls.
- As you wish. – whispered, knowing that he would do anything, accept anything just to see her smiling again. “We are hugging! In the Weasley kitchen, no less!” his brain screamed at him, they worked, they had sex accompanied occasionally with postcoital clench but…they never…hugged…until now.
Hermione cling to him like he was her lifeline, nesting her head on his shoulder, still trembling slightly. He continued to hold her and pet her hair, uncertain if desire to kiss her, would be welcomed or worsened the situation. For hug, he was sure that helps, not once he had to console crying teenage kids “One of the best guarded House secrets – I took good care of those kids, gave them support when they had none.” He could not remember how many times, crying girls and few boys even, dangled around his hand crying in to his shoulder, forcing him to sit rigid and uncomfortable but giving them much needed support anyway. Problem was he didn’t know what to do beyond that hug, with kids that perceived him more as father figure, awkward hug and a path on the back was enough, but this…was not the same case. All he wanted was to kiss her, to make her forget all the bad things. For now, he just held her, and the time…stopped.
- Hermione! What are you doing, hugging the dungeon bat? – Ron’s voice rasped through the kitchen. Hermione clenched to him, sticking her face to his chest, he tightened the hug, turning her away from the redheaded pest. Gorge and Ginny showed up, grabbing Ron, tugging him away. He glared at the Ron with murderous glee.
- But George… -
- They are an item you idiot, leave them be. – Ron’s jaw dropped off
- And you better remember that, Mr Weasley, next time you get the idea to force yourself upon her. – he growled, they finally dragged gaping Ron out of the kitchen, George sending him one apologetic smile
- Sorry ‘bout that professor, he snuck out of the room. –
He could hear them conversing outside
- Tell me you are joking! – Ron’s voice was just a tad below shriek
- No, I’m not. –
- But, she is mine. –
- Ronald Weasley, you two are not an item for years… - Ginny’s voice
- Yeah, because she is bloody mental, wanting career instead of kids. But we are going to… -
- No, you are not. – Harry’s voice was determined – It is time to let go Ron, I love you like a brother, but you are womanizer and honestly mate, Hermione deserves someone better. –
- And that is Snape? –
- Given the choice… - voices dimmed as they moved further down the house. The doors squealed, he glanced just in time to see Jenny peaking in, seeing them in embrace, she just smiled and disappeared.
Situation was getting more and more complicated, by the looks of things George and Ginny already knew and didn’t object. He was certain that she didn’t tell but that didn’t made things easier, on either of them. Harry was not openly against, and Molly also didn’t barge in, so, she either suspected something or/and probably accept it.
Hermione stirred and he reluctantly loosened his embrace, she raised her face to him
- I am so sorry Severus. – her voice barely a whisper, cupping her face with her hands he drilled his eyes in to hers
- Whatever for? –
- For all this, now they all know, and I know… -
- I vaguely recall having conversation about it this morning. – she smiled sheepishly – And if my memory serves, I remember telling you that general knowledge about…this…us…is something that can affect you more than me. For all I care, you can publicize it in every periodical you can think of, though I highly recommend against it. – her smile broadened, finally reaching her eyes – I won’t allow this to destroy your credibility or good public image. You may walk out tomorrow and I would still protect you. -
- I know. – there was such softness in her eyes, he lowered his forehead on hers.
Someone knocked on the door and they separated, but she still grabbed his hand and clenched it between both of hers, crushing his fingers. He ignored the pain
- Yes? – Potter’s head peaked through the door
- I’m sorry to bother you but… -
- Come in, Potter. – he called, and young man “Oddly, that good for nothing peace of oversized dried carrot is still a boy in my eyes, but not Potter.” stepped in to the kitchen – Ron locked himself in his room and refusing to get out as long as two of you are here…. –
- We will go… - started Hermione, and desire to blast in that room and rip the throat with his bare hands out of the selfish sod flared again, hearing the sadness in her voice
- …Molly asked both of you to stay and have a lunch with family. Hermione, you are still part of the family, and if Ron can’t grow up and accept it, then he is bloody git, it shouldn’t affect you. – turned to him with a half grin – I forced Ron to a wand oath that he will keep quiet about your relationship, I added something extra to the oath, he will get Langlock every time he tries to tell anyone or nasty stinging hex every time he tries to write about it. -
He separated himself from her, partially because his fingers started to lose circulation.
- I will leave you two to talk. Potter... – he landed a soft kiss on her curls
- Don’t worry Sir, she’ll be safe. - nodded to the Potter and left the kitchen, but stayed at the door to listen “Old habits die hard, I guess.”
- Hermione…? –
- I don’t know what to tell you, we are still not quite sure what we are or how long it will last Harry. –
- How are you? –
- I’m happy, that is all I know. I was unhappy for so long…I…don’t question it. I’ll enjoy it while it lasts. –
- Then I am happy for you. –
- Thank you for understanding Harry. –
- I don’t understand, to be honest, but I won’t oppose to anything that makes you happy. –
He smiled and walked away, it was important that she has Potter’s support “He did grow up in a decent young man.” Taking a deep breath, he entered to the winter garden, Molly rushed towards him and he prepared for barrage
- Severus, tell me that you two are staying. –
- I believe that Potter managed to persuade Miss…Hermione. – there was no point in titles and pretending anymore
- Good. I want you to know, you two have our support. – she patted him on the cheek and stormed off. Approaching the bench, George caught up with him offering a tumbler of Ogden’s
- Thank you, Sir, - Weasley grinned, with corner of the eye he noticed that Harry and Hermione came to the garden but Fleur and Ginny cornered her instantly – for not killing my git of a brother. –
- I did not think that Molly and Arthur would take it kindly if I did. – drawled
- After what he did…I’m not sure if they would complain about it either. Mum was quite near to killing him herself. – kid cried from the back of the yard and he smiled – Sorry, Sir. My time to babysit... –
He continued towards the bench, but only few steps later female voice addressed him
- Master Snape, may I have a word with you? – he turned to face Hermione’s muggle friend, she was smiling at him “What now?”
- Miss…? – he didn’t know her last name
- Jenny. Jenny is just fine. I trust you know that your…arrangement…is not news to me. – he nodded, wondering where she is going with this, she used “arrangement” instead of relationship “How much does she know?” – I know it’s not my place but…I’d like to offer you a word of advice, as someone who knows Herm better and longer than anyone here, including you. –
- Is that so Miss Jenny? –
- I believe it is. You may say that I am Hermione’s confidant. – she smiled sweetly
- Is it smart then, to betray her trust? – he raised an eyebrow, it had no effect on a woman in front of him, she just smiled and rolled a glass between her fingers
- Who say I will? – she challenged him
- If you are confident…I would hate to see Hermione losing another friend over slip of a tongue, no matter how good intention was. –
- She won’t. My tongue never slips…unintentionally. – he nodded and woman smiled again looking at her drink, she took a small sip and looked him in the eyes – Hermione lives in books. – “Tell me something I don’t know” – So much so, that unwritten word often eludes her. She also doesn’t talk. - he raised his eyebrow again – Not really, not about things that matter. I trust that you will be the one to notice and address any issues that arise, because…she won’t. – “Still, nothing new.” – I don’t want to see any of you hurt because of…misunderstandings…or…lack of rules. – “Now this is new, how much of a confidant she is to Hermione?” – Oh! And may I ask you to tell Herm, George will take me home, I don’t want to impose on her after what happened. -
- I will gladly convey your message. Thank you for the advice Miss Jenny. – he felt he is breathing little easier, fear of letting Hermione walking her friend home and then back to Hogwarts alone was nagging him from the moment he saw Ron molesting her in the kitchen.
- You are most welcome. – she smiled and glided away.
He finally reached the bench and sat on it contemplating on Jenny’s words “What did Hermione tell her?” he could read between the lines, the girl was Slytherin through-and-through.
- What did Jenny want? -
- To give me her official…blessing…of sorts, I think. – he looked at her, she was much calmer.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hours later, after surprisingly pleasant and relaxed lunch he was standing next to Hermione, she looked tired.
- Shall we go home, Princess? –
- Yes. – she yawned, covering her mouth
After short goodbye’s they walked toward the apparition point behind the wards. He hugged her tightly and apparated them to the Hogwarts gates hoping with all his might that she did not noticed his…slip of a tongue.
I Will Shelter You - Bob Carlisle
I'm in your corner
Don't worry 'bout a thing
And if you should ever need
Some comforting
I'm as close as the air you breathe
I'll be the faith you need to believe
Put your head on my shoulder
And rest a little while
'Cause I'm here to hold you
When your world turns wild
That's just what love should do
When times are tough
I will pull you through
When the hurricane blows
Against your heart
And the sky's on fire
And you don't know where you are
When you've done all you can do
And there's no one else to turn to
I will shelter you
It doesn't matter
What tomorrow brings
'Cause baby together
We can weather anything
When you can't seem to
Find your way
I will push back the storm
I will stop the rain
No matter where you are
I will guide your heart
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