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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: I never before wrote SS/HG story, so my interpretation of Hermione might be off, but I hope you will still like it.
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Sometimes when we touch
The door softly clicked closed, and Hermione forced herself to stifle the growl, distracting herself with cleaning up the work area. She picked up a set of phials and started to pour newly made potion in them, looking at golden liquid like it is to be blamed for something. Her thoughts wandered to the one of the last conversations she had with her Potions Master
- …You still have irritating notion to fix everything that cross path with you, Miss Granger. In time, you will learn that not all broken… things… can be mended. Sometimes broken is just broken, and you out to leave it be. –
- Even the broken things have value, sometimes even bigger than new and shiny. –
- Your inexperience is mind numbing, Miss Granger. – his voice was even, words rolling from his lips like pearls from a broken string, she had to force herself to divert a gaze from his lips to his eyes.
- Did you ever learn about term kitsugi, Master? –
- I don’t believe that I have. –
- It is Japanese art of mending broken objects with gold. Such object is valued and treasured because he has history, has a depth and beauty of … well, in a lack of better word…survival. – she smiled mildly at him, searching his face for at least a glimmer of his comprehension, about what she was trying to say.
- And sometimes it is just a broken thing glued with a shiny adhesive, Miss Granger, nothing more and nothing less. –
She huffed at the memory. In all honesty, she had no right to force her ideas on him, but desperate need to find a crack in that armor he cocooned himself in was overwhelming.
With a sigh, she picked up her wand and flicked it at the walls, they stretched and glided until her office was once again in its original size. With another flick, temperature lowered to bearable. All she tried was for nothing. Frowning, Hermione started to move around now spacious office grumbling to her chin
- “God day, Miss Granger”, “You may proceed, Miss Granger”, “Miss Granger, where can I find lavatory?” Three sentences, three barely half structured sentences in four hours! The man is insufferable! –
She nearly started to laugh, wasn’t that how he called her? Warmth spread through her chest. She has to be patient, she knew this is going to be anything but easy. But knot, tightly coiled in her chest egged her to push forward. Hermione leaned at the table, closing her eyes, familiar picture floated to her mind…eyes of, what she believed to be, dying man. The look in those eyes as he watched in Harry’s…she shook her head… No! not Harry’s eyes. The eyes of the women for whose son he died. At that moment, Hermione seen her Professor for the first time, not as a Professor, not as a member of Order or Voldemort’s right hand. He was so human at that moment, he was just a man. As he drew his last breath, something deep down in her just broke off and fell, something she even didn’t knew she possessed.
When they placed his body along with all others that lost their life that day, her heart just stopped beating. Then, she could not explain why. Not until the moment it started to beat again, when she heard cries of Hufflepuff student “Professor Snape is alive, he’s breathing.” At those words, her heart fluttered, the wave of weakness washed over her and she had to sit down, tears of joy rolling down her face.
She sighed deeply, opening her eyes. Yes, she was in a quite a predicament. Five years, five long years Hermione did her best. First to fight the notion until it was time, and later to plan and plot how to reach her goal. Shaking her head, she bitterly laughed at her own naiveté. Series of short, and quite unsatisfactory, relationships just strengthen resolve to pursue her hearts true desire. Much to her cringe, her heart desired probably the most inaccessible man on this planet. Preparing to leave the office for the day, her thoughts floated back to the past again.
He was laying unconscious in the temporary medical tent, havoc all around him, but he was unaware of it. She creeped inside, kneeling next to him, her trembling fingers feathering across his face. Even then, feel of his skin had an electrifying effect on her. Leaning to his ear she whispered softly
- Fight. Fight and survive. Now I know and I will turn heaven and earth to make you the happiest man on this planet. I’ll find the way. -  her lips briefly grazed his…
Hermione touched her lips with trembling hand, hart beating wildly in the hollow of chest, stomach knotting. Ever since that day, she had crushing desire to hold him. Hold him, until she is sure that he is safe and happy. Hold him, until her fear subside, fear that she won’t be able to keep her promise. Fear that he…she…never will be happy in life, ever again.
With determent steps, rushed to meet Jenny, her lifelong muggle friend, her confidant. Jenny was only person that knew about her love, and she was lucky – Jenny gave her support to pursue the man, despite the age difference, despite everything she told her (which was every single little thing) about him. Partially, Jenny was one to blame for today. Jenny’s moto “All is fair in love and war” and her persuasive nature pushed Hermione to twist every arm she had to twist until, firstly she managed to secure her apprenticeship with him and now his assistance on her project. And all that lead to today – the day when Hermione swallowed her pride.
Walking in to a small cozy muggle coffee shop Hermione smiled at her friend. Flopping on the chair across her friend he sighed a frustrated huff. Jenny pushed a glass of wine to her and asked instead of greeting
- That good, huh? –
- I swear, Jen. I don’t know what is the stuff that man is made off! Like he is no human at all! - taking a large gulp of chilled dark liquid from the glass – I did everything, everything I could think off. Only thing I didn’t do is brew that potion naked or jump on him. And I’m not so certain that I didn’t do the later, just maybe not that obviously. –
- Slow down, Herm. Just tell me from the start, what happened? -
- He spent four hours with me today. I shrink the walls so there was barely room for me, I raised temperature in my office. It was beyond hot and you know what he did? He stayed wrapped up in that robe of his, wool, pure wool! Anyway, I found excuse to be near him, well sort of. I pretended I need a book so I leaned on him to get it. Then I nearly hugged him to reach for the ingredient. For a few seconds, I was leaning on him. Oh, Jen, you can’t imagine how it felt! I was pressed, full frontal mind you, at his chest. I swear, after that I had a need to run to the toiled and change my panties. – Jenny looked at her meaningfully – I was…drenched. It took all I had not just to…ravish him, on the spot. In the end, I called him to help me, he had to stand behind me. Jen, - she took another gulp of wine feeling heat pooling in her core – I was compressed between him and the table. –
- And? – Jenny refilled her glass
- And nothing! If it was other man, any other normal man, at that point I’d be bend over that table and he would be humping me like a madman. But nooooo! Severus Snape is made of stone. – she finally allowed her frustration, all pent-up desire, to tremble in her voice
- Nothing? –
- Absolutely nothing! But, ohhhhhhh! What a body! – she giggled at Jenny’s expression - Do you remember that book about Africa, mom and dad had? Well, he is like that. All firm and slender. You just can feel how strong he is! What that body could do to me. What I could do to that body! – she pressed her heated palms to even hotter face, squirming on the chair, there was a hollow place between her legs that ached to be filled – What if he sees me as nothing more than his pupil. A child, nearly half his age? What if he can’t see me as a woman at all? -
- Hermione, you were never child, you are born old. – Jenny looked amused, but with heat that teared trough her along with now third glass of wine she just didn’t care - You never spoke about his body before. -
- I could….do you think he might like it? – frowned
- Like what? –
- I would tie up his hands, above his head, with a silk scarf. I would lick and bite every part of his body until he begs me to stop. I would…I want to see him falling apart beneath me, over and over again. Until he’s addicted to me. What should I do? –
- First of all, you need to simmer down or I’ll be forced to hose you down. You or those guys who stopped talking and listening your rambling carefully. – chuckled Jenn – Secondly, why change of heart? Why are you suddenly willing to settle for pure physical attraction? –
- It occurred to me today…what if he is incapable of love anymore? –
- Nonsense. –
- You have no idea Jen, how he loved her. He was obsessed with her. He did everything humanly possible and beyond for her. And she just brushed him off. That manipulative, sleazy, stuck-up bitch! I know she is Harry’s mom but … ughhhhhhh! How she could do that? To HIM? He is so smart, so smart beyond possibility of comprehension and brave. He is a last knight that walks this earth. Soo valiant and noble. And he is so alone. -
- Mhm, he is a male version of you. –
- I would give my life to see him looking at me the way he looked at Harry’s eyes. –
- Harry’s? Herm didn’t you ever considered… -
- Don’t be absurd! Harry has his mother’s eyes, we are listening to that for ages. –
- So, nothing, you say? –
- Nothing. – whined pressing her face at the cold surface of the table between her sprawled hands
- Did you tried to seduce him, before today at all? –
- What do you think I was doing in course of eight months I was his apprentice? –
- All right, it obviously wasn’t enough. We are getting back to seduction part. Subtle seduction at first presentable opportunity. This cold – hot – cold shower thing might actually work in your advantage in the end. –
- Jen, you are such a Slytherin! Did I ever tell you that? –
- Every time we speak. So, you are willing to go with my plan next time? –
- Use a snake to catch a snake. – grinned Hermione – You don’t mind me calling you a snake? –
- Nope, snakes are easy. Lioness on the other hand…your friend’s mother is lucky to be dead. We will meet soon again, to plot a trap, in the meantime, I have a gift for you. – Jenny pushed a bag over the table and she eagerly opened it – I wouldn’t take out that gift in public. You have decent supply of batteries as well. –
- Jen! You are not a seer, are you? - Hermione blushed to the root of her hair
- No, but I did have a hunch. –
- But, how? –
- My dear, as smart as you are…, your logical brain just managed to skip some more interesting social occurrences. For example, physical seduction is a two-way street, and given from all you told me about your man, somehow, I had a hunch that you’ll need this gift tonight. - Jenny glanced at the watch – We will meet again soon, but I have to run now. Enjoy your gift, use it well. –
Hermione watched her friend walk out of the coffee shop, then looked in the bag again. That. Was. Just. Not. It.
This is not a 80's song, it is more late 70's, but it was perfect to give me idea for this chapter. Lyrics follow:
"Sometimes When We Touch" - Dan Hill
You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly
At times I understand you
And I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you
And I've watched love pass you by
At times I think we're drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again
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