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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:

Fox: "t is so sweet how caring and amazing he is, how gentle, loving and careful. " - yup, he did told her he loves her, just not in so many words ;) - we "girls" do have a tendency to miss subtle or not os subtle signs. This is going really well with your comment about them "not talking" ;)
Can’t take my eyes off you
Hermione run up the stairs humming, she found herself humming a lot these days. She needed a bit of fresh air and a place to think, as of lately dungeons did not provide her that…place to think, that is…her brain seemed to shut down in his proximity. And every time she walked the grounds, for some reason her path would lead her where she knew he would be, her subconscious was screaming at her. She climbed the spiral staircase now, on her way to the Astronomy tower, only place he never visited…not after… She felt sad for him, wondering if staying in Hogwarts was good for him, these walls had too many bad memories, too many skeletons hanging openly, taunting him. Often, she wondered was his staying here a form of self-punishment or lack of options.
Change between them thrown her off balance. She reached the edge of the terrace and sat with a groan, strain he put on her back last week retaliated severely. Far from her thoughts to complain but for the…gymnastics…he provided, she needs to get in to shape. Night of the St. Valentine Day and week after was emotional roller-coaster for her, sadly, she was still on the ride – and she never liked roller-coasters of any sorts to begin with. Her mind wondered to the conversation they had on the Valentine’s night, his openness stumped her, and she wasn’t sure if he finally opened to her “That’s Snape, not bloody likely.” or if was the subtle admission of defeat “Who defeated him and how is elusive to me tho.” …
…It took them a while to recover. When he had enough strength, and he seemed to have it more than she did, he placed the pillows next to the headboard; she noticed fresh scratches on his back
- It seems I took you quite literally… -
- It seems so, be careful what you wish for… - he replied, propping himself comfortably and pulling her next to him – First things first, glamour’s off. –
They both murmured the incantation, she sighed as his glamour faded, apart from the angry looking patch up skin stretching across his neck and throat, there was surprisingly few scars. He followed her amazed glare with amusement
- You expected more? – he raised an eyebrow
- Truth to be told, yes. I mean you were in two wars and I was only in one… -
- Why do everybody thing that anal person like Dark Lord would be in physical punishment. Sticks and stones, Princess, remember. Torture of the flesh, apart from Crushiatus, is messy and can be highly ineffective. Breaking of the mind is much more…challenging and rewarding, especially… -
- …when someone has your skills? - he nodded
- My part was not on the battlefield, Princess, unlike you… –
- But you have more glamour’s than the neck, I could sense them. – he looked at her, half appraisal lingering in his gaze, slowly he straightened and turned his back to her. She gasped, his back was furrowed with old looking scars, skin that healed naturally, without magical aid after it was broken, he returned to its previous position, hugging her, consoling her “Shouldn’t be other way around?” she wondered
- My father had very…creative…way of…education. – he smiled, she felt lost, like everything was going backwards, he was smiling and she was battling the tears – Those are old, very old, and not war connected. – he chuckled – Sorry to disappoint, but I have no heroic “battle scars” to brag about. –
- Except this one. – she traced the outline of the scar on his neck with fingers – Does it hurt? – scar still looked angry and somehow raw
- No, it does not. Never did, actually. Poison was strong enough to burn the nerve endings, so basically when I reached the healers, it already were a patch of … let’s call it dead…skin. It still is. Too bad I didn’t know about that property of the Nagini’s poison before, Arthur never told me anything, I’d most certainly found the way to acquire some of her venom. –
- Why? –
- And you call yourself a researcher? – he mocked her with a smirk – Poison with these properties might be transformed in to a cure for Crushiatus victim, it wouldn’t do anything to their mental state but for the nerve damage… -
- And you? Did you get help from mind-healers…? –
- You deem I need one? – mocking again – They tried, it was…amusing. – he chuckled dragging a finger over the thin line going from her collarbone, between her chest to the end of her ribs – It is barely noticeable, such a waist of magic to glamour it. Same as your hand. –
- But…why then…the pain…the box…And why you never call him Voldemort? –
- It is hard to teach an old dog to a new tricks Princess. When first was ended, apart from thing I don’t want to talk about, I still had to maintain connection, sort of an appearance in certain crowds. And, as muggles would say … when in Rome… - he shrugged – Not necessarily my cup of tea, but… -
- But you…like…pain! – he chuckled
- There are all sorts of pain. –
- You sound like Jenny, like that explains everything. –
- Seems like both, Jenny and me, expect of you to use your brain. – he teased her – I do not…like…pain, not in conventional sense. And given everything I’ve been through, I can be very…unpleasant…towards those who try to inflict it. – she wanted to complain but he placed a finger on her lips, for the first time his hand seemed…cold – A small amount of pain during…well passionate encounter…helps to focus or rather un-focus my mind, and that is all. No mystery, no deep, dark secrets, nothing of the sorts. What next…ah yes…the box; you can take it to your friend if you think she likes it. That dresser is overdue for thorough cleaning. And yes, the name…I could not afford to think of him differently, for all intense and purpose, I was and had to stay…Death Eater. –
- But you had almost ten years of peace…I mean Harry…all of us we were just born, he was gone…and… -
- Thank you for the lovely reminder about our age difference – she blinked – War or not, Death Eaters were still present, some suspected that he would return, and I knew where my place is. –
- It is so unfair! –
- Life isn’t fair. Any more questions? –
- Tons, but I don’t think I’ll asking them… - he raised his eyebrow – Be careful what you wish for…I guess. – he chuckled again, pecking her on the tip of the nose – Just one more… - he rolled his eyes – Why do you keep calling me Princess? –
- Because, that’s what you are, Gryffindor Princess. - …
…Hermione sighed, she had a need to save him, but she wasn’t sure if her help would be welcomed. It was funny, that she seen him as someone who needed sawing, especially now. And from what? Probably, this place. In a way, she could understand him for wanting to stay here, secluded from outside world.
She sighed again, the one conversation they didn’t have, not rely and openly was about them, about…agreement. She wanted more, oh (!) so much more…, ”Be realistic Hermione” Long time ago she accepted the fact that he would never…love…her, but maybe he could…learn (?)…to like her. Just a little bit. He certainly learned to like sex with her…and that was her only hope…sex. But, even if she…could she be satisfied living like that? Knowing that only connection between them is academic and carnal…evidently, she could, and he did know how to create…mirage…of so much more. Her thoughts wandered to last night…
…She was in the laboratory, taking notes and adjusting the temperature, their potion was almost perfected, but it was so tediously demanding that she couldn’t see many of Potion Masters and Mistresses able to reproduce it to satisfactory level. He entered the laboratory, leaning behind her to observe the simmering concoction and landing soft kiss on the nape of her neck.
- It appears adequately brewed so far. – she nodded
- It is, but it is so tedious to make it. –
- So are the many other, rare and complicated potions. –
- Valid point. This one is just tad bit demanding, tho. –
- And, here in lies the beauty of it. – his voice was like a hot caramel poured over a sundae – Its complexity and its seductive power. –
- Severus, I never took you for romantic! – she smiled, scribbling, he was still standing behind her and timely and wandlessly changing temperature.
- Yes…I am full of surprises… - he drawled kissing her neck again, she shivered – It smells…like you… -
- That, or you have your nose stuck to my skin. – she deflected – You are aware that this potion has all components of… -
- Yes, - his lips traveled along the line of her jaw – did you know, that nasty little potion you are talking about, was product of attempt to create what you just managed to create? –
- We. – her breath caught in her throat – What we managed to create. Yes, I know in 13^th century… Always the educator… - she mumbled
- Always the smart-mouth … - he replied, nibbling on her earlobe, she bit her lip to prevent moan, turning her eyes on him – Eyes on the potion. – he warned her – Do not allow yourself to get distracted. – he waved his hand – stirring phase is next. –
- Do not distract me then. – she breathed as his lips roamed down her neck towards her decollate
- This, this is not distraction. – he murmured in her skin – Three stirs, clockwise, stirring rod in the center, touching the cauldron lightly, full circles, wide. – gave her instructions not stopping what he was doing, which in her opinion was attempt to melt her brain by causing short-circuit, she followed the instruction automatically – This, Princess, IS distraction. – her skirt climbed up…she was waiting – My, my…such…indecency…- she smiled – Proceed with stirring, I’ll continue to maintain temperature variations. –
She heard rustling of the material, then his hand found its way between her legs, he chuckled
- Tsk, tsk Princess, I wonder…did you enjoy Potions this much always…or is this something…new? – she puffed a labored breath – Stir. –
- Why…why would you want to know? – panted, counting in head number and directions of stirs
- That would…explain…a lot. – his hand toyed with her clitoris while other hand waved adjusting temperature, she moaned “He has no clue how much of a turn on is his magic to me.” She stirred again, catching on the game, he chuckled and the sound run down her spine like a jolt of lightning.
Suddenly, he tugged her, positioning her, she focused on counting…ten more seconds until the next stir. The moment she started to stir, she could feel him sliding excruciatingly slowly in to her, and she moaned again, nearly missing the number of stirs.
- Focus, Princess. – his breath tickled her ear. His movements were slow, frustratingly slow, almost…caressing he insides. Next round of stirs nearly went haywire, she clenched her muscles, panting. She was losing focus, every time she managed to adjust and separate small portion of her brain to fixate on counting, he would change the angle. The heat was unbearable, licking her skin outside and from inside.
Three…two…his hand grabbed hers…they moved in unison, every whispered word was oil to the already roaring fire
- Five stirs clockwise, small circles, near the cauldron edge… - not only his hand but somehow his hips followed the instructions – stirring rod in the center, wait…. then five stirs count clockwise, from the center, small circles. Take the rod out… - she wailed as he danced on her entrance leaving them only loosely connected, and waved his hand - …adjustment of temperature…and…let it simmer for half an hour. –
“He wouldn’t dare! He did! Oh, no you won’t!” He was good two steps away from her when she turned to face him, narrowing her eyes. Sly grin danced around his lips
- Sloshing is bad for the potion Princess. –
- There will be NO sloshing. – she growled, grabbing him by the shirt and pushing him to the stool near the table, straddling him, impaling herself. The look in his eyes was…intoxicating…beneath heavy lids, half lowered, were two burning polls of black fire. His hands found support on the nearby wall, while she allowed her body to dance in its own rhythm, using his shoulder for balance. It seemed just like a few moments passed when she guided both to completion. He stiffened, still holding to the wall, growling and grunting, she dug her head to the crook of his neck, mewling…
… Even on this frozen ledge, she could still feel the heat. They were perfect for each other. Maybe, just maybe she will manage to convince him to continue with this…arrangement. She must find the way. How is she going to live without him, after… Wiping the tears away, sighed, seven days…was that enough time?
This song has so many performers that I choose to list none :)
Can't Take My Eyes Off You
You're just too good to be true
can't keep my eyes off you
you'd feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
at long last love has arrived
and I thank God I'm alive
you're just too good to be true
can't take my eyes off of you
Pardon the way that I stare
there's nothing else to compare
the sight of you makes me weak
there are no words left to speak
but if you feel like I feel
please let me know that it's real
you're just too good to be true
can't take my eyes off of you
I love you baby, and if it's quite alright
I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
I love you baby, trust in me when I say
oh pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray
oh pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay
and let me love you, baby, let me love you...
You're just too good to be true
can't keep my eyes off of you
you'd feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
at long last love has arrived
and I thank god I'm alive
you're just too good to be true
can't take my eyes off of you
I love you baby, and if it's quite alright
I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
I love you baby, trust in me when I say
oh pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray
oh pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay
and let me love you, baby, let me love you...
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