The Walking Wounded
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
16,899
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Two
Chapter Two –
“What are we going to do with her, Severus?” the werewolf asks from across the room one week later. “She’s only getting worse.”
Stirring my tea with a mindless effort, I sniff, place a marker in my book and snap it shut. I had hoped for a peaceful teatime, but I see that is not what the Fates intend for me. “Miss Granger is a grown woman. Why is it my concern?”
Remus’ scowl deepens. “Sometimes I forget what a right bastard you really are, Severus.”
“Yet, you keep coming back for more.” I smirk, pleased that I made my lover bristle. There is just something about pushing Lupin’s buttons that affords me a small guilty pleasure. Unfortunately, the lycan is right. Something has to be done about Miss Granger… and him. I have been brushing up on mating habits of werewolves. What I have read so far is not promising. Though Miss Granger would undoubtedly be pleased with the rough nature of a lycan mate, Lupin would not. I am not even certain if he has realized just what he did the last time he was intimate with her.
He is concerned with her emotional well-being, whereas I care very little for feminine sensibilities. To me, she was just a passing fancy… a fancy I shall regretfully be denied of when Lupin exerts his “dominance” over her. She could refuse him, of course. But then, she would only be damning herself to a half-life similar to Lupin’s.
The tragic actions of her past have finally spilled over into the lives of others. Though I have enjoyed my time with the young Gryffindor, I know that our affair is over. Werewolves are not known for their generous natures. The likelihood that Lupin will share her is small.
Lupin stands to leave, seemingly angered over my lack of concern regarding the young witch.
I grab his wrist, unwilling to relinquish his company just yet. Is it my destiny to always suffer the delicate sensibilities of Gryffindors? Unlike Slytherins, they wear their hearts on their sleeves. His fondness for our former student shows in his eyes. I know that he is right. Something must be done with Hermione Granger.
Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about his attitude, but I know I cannot watch Granger take the destructive path. I fear that she will take Lupin with her. For some odd reason that I have difficulty even admitting, I cannot sit by and watch that happen.
--
“You are right,” Severus murmurs conciliatorily, his thumb stroking my wrist before dropping it. “We should intercede before she does something foolish.”
“What do you suggest?” I ask him as I sit back down. For the most part, Severus is an insensitive arse, but I can see the concern in his black eyes. “And please don’t suggest that we shag her senseless. Haven’t we already proven that course of action to be fruitless?”
“Merlin’s beard!” he exclaims, his mouth gaping. “You’ve done it. I can’t believe you’ve actually done it. You’ve gone and fallen in love with the girl!”
His declaration startles me in a way. I hadn’t realized it for what it was. Hermione’s frailty gave me the perfect excuse to approach her. I never intended for it to become more, but I fear that it did. I only hope that the nip wasn’t enough to trigger Moony’s mating instinct. “She isn’t a girl. She’s a woman.”
“Girl or woman, she was our former student,” Severus reminds me snidely.
“I know that!” I retort, the guilt of my affair with Hermione weighing me down. “Unlike you, I have always known who Hermione is. I do not use people to indulge my deranged fantasies.”
“Touché, Lupin,” replies Severus softly.
My defense of Hermione has humbled him. He may be an arse, but he’s the only link to the past I’ve got. For some ungodly reason, he seems to be the key to any future I may have, as well. One thing is for certain I cannot see Hermione again.
--
Lifting my cup to my thin, cruel lips, I sip the warm liquid and set it gently onto the saucer. I should leave my lover to his own devices. Our relationship teeters on the cusp of tediousness. I should encourage his affection for her and be rid of him, but something I have yet to identify holds me back. Perhaps it is the opportunistic bastard in me.
Part of me wants them both. If I can have them, then I will take them.
I am not without feelings. I have suffered what Miss Granger is suffering now. Most of my scars were self-inflicted, not a token of Dark Revels or Voldemort’s rage. My self-depreciating apathy ended when Dumbledore and McGonagall intervened. Perhaps it is time for Miss Granger to face the ugly truth. She is going to need to become the person she was always meant to be, especially if it will impact Lupin’s life and well being.
I lean forward and stare into Lupin’s eyes. “You aren’t going to like the treatment.”
Lupin’s gray eyes fix on mine. “Whatever it is, it’s something.”
--
TBC
“What are we going to do with her, Severus?” the werewolf asks from across the room one week later. “She’s only getting worse.”
Stirring my tea with a mindless effort, I sniff, place a marker in my book and snap it shut. I had hoped for a peaceful teatime, but I see that is not what the Fates intend for me. “Miss Granger is a grown woman. Why is it my concern?”
Remus’ scowl deepens. “Sometimes I forget what a right bastard you really are, Severus.”
“Yet, you keep coming back for more.” I smirk, pleased that I made my lover bristle. There is just something about pushing Lupin’s buttons that affords me a small guilty pleasure. Unfortunately, the lycan is right. Something has to be done about Miss Granger… and him. I have been brushing up on mating habits of werewolves. What I have read so far is not promising. Though Miss Granger would undoubtedly be pleased with the rough nature of a lycan mate, Lupin would not. I am not even certain if he has realized just what he did the last time he was intimate with her.
He is concerned with her emotional well-being, whereas I care very little for feminine sensibilities. To me, she was just a passing fancy… a fancy I shall regretfully be denied of when Lupin exerts his “dominance” over her. She could refuse him, of course. But then, she would only be damning herself to a half-life similar to Lupin’s.
The tragic actions of her past have finally spilled over into the lives of others. Though I have enjoyed my time with the young Gryffindor, I know that our affair is over. Werewolves are not known for their generous natures. The likelihood that Lupin will share her is small.
Lupin stands to leave, seemingly angered over my lack of concern regarding the young witch.
I grab his wrist, unwilling to relinquish his company just yet. Is it my destiny to always suffer the delicate sensibilities of Gryffindors? Unlike Slytherins, they wear their hearts on their sleeves. His fondness for our former student shows in his eyes. I know that he is right. Something must be done with Hermione Granger.
Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about his attitude, but I know I cannot watch Granger take the destructive path. I fear that she will take Lupin with her. For some odd reason that I have difficulty even admitting, I cannot sit by and watch that happen.
--
“You are right,” Severus murmurs conciliatorily, his thumb stroking my wrist before dropping it. “We should intercede before she does something foolish.”
“What do you suggest?” I ask him as I sit back down. For the most part, Severus is an insensitive arse, but I can see the concern in his black eyes. “And please don’t suggest that we shag her senseless. Haven’t we already proven that course of action to be fruitless?”
“Merlin’s beard!” he exclaims, his mouth gaping. “You’ve done it. I can’t believe you’ve actually done it. You’ve gone and fallen in love with the girl!”
His declaration startles me in a way. I hadn’t realized it for what it was. Hermione’s frailty gave me the perfect excuse to approach her. I never intended for it to become more, but I fear that it did. I only hope that the nip wasn’t enough to trigger Moony’s mating instinct. “She isn’t a girl. She’s a woman.”
“Girl or woman, she was our former student,” Severus reminds me snidely.
“I know that!” I retort, the guilt of my affair with Hermione weighing me down. “Unlike you, I have always known who Hermione is. I do not use people to indulge my deranged fantasies.”
“Touché, Lupin,” replies Severus softly.
My defense of Hermione has humbled him. He may be an arse, but he’s the only link to the past I’ve got. For some ungodly reason, he seems to be the key to any future I may have, as well. One thing is for certain I cannot see Hermione again.
--
Lifting my cup to my thin, cruel lips, I sip the warm liquid and set it gently onto the saucer. I should leave my lover to his own devices. Our relationship teeters on the cusp of tediousness. I should encourage his affection for her and be rid of him, but something I have yet to identify holds me back. Perhaps it is the opportunistic bastard in me.
Part of me wants them both. If I can have them, then I will take them.
I am not without feelings. I have suffered what Miss Granger is suffering now. Most of my scars were self-inflicted, not a token of Dark Revels or Voldemort’s rage. My self-depreciating apathy ended when Dumbledore and McGonagall intervened. Perhaps it is time for Miss Granger to face the ugly truth. She is going to need to become the person she was always meant to be, especially if it will impact Lupin’s life and well being.
I lean forward and stare into Lupin’s eyes. “You aren’t going to like the treatment.”
Lupin’s gray eyes fix on mine. “Whatever it is, it’s something.”
--
TBC