What can go wrong? *completed* | By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ok, my real life tossed me a curveball, so I'm posting last two chapters tonight (3 AM at my place now) while I still have time.
Essentials
Hermione stretched and yawned, pale line of incoming dawn streaked through the dark shades in the window. She was warm, heavy hand pressing her back to his front, bent protectively over her torso. The room smell of sex and sweat. She blinked, her head clear for the first time in ages, not like before. Profound clarity and understanding finally painting a clear picture. She wiggled out of his embrace and looked at his serene features, her heart constricted.
Sliding out of the bed she nearly chuckled, during the night men rearranged their sleeping order, each of them hugging his “woman” protecting it from the other. She tiptoed to the bathroom, and washed her teeth and face, dressing up. Went to the kitchen preparing coffee and writing letters. She downed her coffee and washed the cup, leaving it to dry, taking another coffee cup under the stasis to the bed stand next to his pillow. Placing one scroll on her side of the pillow she grazed his lips, she placed another scroll next to Luna, picked up her backpack and walked away.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
The sky was burning in all shades of red when Severus finally rubbed his eyes, space next to him was unoccupied. Suddenly, he straightened in sitting position and glanced around the room, alarms in his head ringing loudly. Luna was sitting in wing back chair and sipping coffee
- She left you a note, I didn’t read it but I did read mine. She left you a coffee as well. – he blinked at Luna like she finally lost her mind.
The faint smell of coffee dragged his attention to the bed stand, there was a roll of parchment on the pillow, he glanced at Luna’s mild smiling face and took the scroll.
Severus,
Maybe I am choosing the coward’s way out, but it is what it is. At least you can relax now. Do not worry, I’m not going to harm myself in any way, or cause you a reason for a grief. As you know, for a good number of days I was working on discovering the cure for my problem. I believe I found the solution! It won’t be easy, and it won’t happen overnight. If my calculations are correct, it will take between six and eight months, but I can’t tell you for sure. It may be less, anything past a year would mean I failed.
This will be my gift to you!
You argued with me the other day that giving a blow job to your lover is not the way to say: “thank you”. And, what about giving your life away, your chance for happiness (no matter in what form or shape) as “thank you”? Because, that’s what you are doing right now, and I cannot in good consciousness allow you to ruin your life. Not now, especially not now!
I’m going to heal myself! And I am sure that in a way, through our bond (even if I don’t know how will it work long distance) you will know about my progress. I’ll keep in touch with Luna when it is possible. And when the time comes I will return to set you free. You are still a young man by wizarding standards, you still have time and chance to form a family. Even if I know that you don’t see me in that capacity, some day you will meet someone, some lucky woman that will make you happy. My deepest heart’s desire is to see you able to pursue that happiness.
We will meet again, even if only to break the bond!
Until such time arrives, stay happy and healthy!
Devotedly yours
With all my heart
Kitten
He took a long steadying breath and rolled the parchment, placing it on the bed stand and taking his mug.
- I presume she informed you that she went to seek, Merlin knows what? –
- She did. – replied Luna calmly – Through, I deem that your letter is much different than mine. –
- We should inform Potter and Bill. –
- It is too early, besides, she won’t go before she talks to Ginny. Potter will know. –
He nodded, emptiness around him filled with sudden calmness “This is what I wanted. Is it not?”
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
- I have to admit Hermione, drinking coffee at 6 AM in public park is not what I had in mind when I told you we have to talk. –
- I know, Gin. But I must go….no! Please, do not protest. Harry can’t know this, but I am sick. – Hermione sighed – There is a cure, but for that, I need to go again. I promise, by the time you come to your term I’ll be back again. Cured and ready to spoil rotten the little one. -
- I hold you to your word. – Ginny smiled sadly – Now tell me, how was he treating you. –
- You are aware of whom you are asking? We argued a lot, we were a surprisingly good working team. He was treating me with respect, in limits of what Severus Snape call respect. – in her mind, this topic was still a fresh wound
- And how is he…you know…in bed? –
- Ginny! You are a married woman! –
- Exactly! I know a thing or two about sex. What do you think, how I ended up pregnant in the first place? – Ginny grinned – Being married means I’m on the diet. Spice up my life at least a little bit! Is he any good? –
- Ginny, I really have no point of comparison. Not really, and if you tell anyone… -
- My lips are sealed. – grinned Ginny her eyes gleaming now fully awake – But seriously, he was your first! How did that happen? –
- Well, sort off violently, actually, now that I think about it. – she crinkled her nose, it felt good to talk about it, about them
- Hermione, what did he do? – Ginny straighten her face
- Oh, no! He didn’t do anything, it was me. I released the curse on us and sort of…raped him! – Ginny bulged her eyes and start laughing – Seriously! I could swear on Gryffindor’s sword on it. I’m lucky I’m still alive. –
- You lost your virginity by raping Severus Snape? It sounds like a bad joke. – Ginny was red in a face, trying hard not to fall into another fit of laughter – Merlin Hermione, you really are lucky to be alive. And later? Or that was it? –
- Oh no! there was plenty after that! –
- So? Talk woman! Is he any good? –
- He’s skilful, knowledgeable, passionate. –
- Aha… - Ginny was nodding her head, prompting her to talk more
- And I am a full, complete and utter idiot! –
- You fell for him? –
- Way over my head! –
- So, is he waiting for you to return or is he going with you? –
- None of the above. Or did you miss singular in the sentence? –
- Did he reject you? –
- Not really. – she stretched – More that I didn’t want to put him in an unpleasant situation. Besides, our relationship was heading to… well… an odd direction so to say. And I’m sure this will pass. What do they say, the girl always falls for her first, right? Not a lasting thing then. –
- If you say so. – Ginny sighed, doubt lingering in her voice
- Gin, I should go, my plane takes off in 2,5 hours. I just wanted to see you before I go. Please don’t tell your brother anything, if he asks, tell him I went to seek for the first part of the curse. It will be official announcement anyway. –
- I’ll look for your patronus or an owl. – they hugged and went on separate ways.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Harry sighed, after series of meetings and conversation with extremely hostile Snape this was least that he needed. He was blocking his wife while she hurled curses at her brother that run around the room like a headless chicken, dogging them. She was yelling his ear off
- What do you mean by that, Ronald?!!! –
- Nothing, I… I… just nothing. – stuttered Ron behind his back
- ‘She’s looking at the wrong place’ is not ‘nothing’ Ron! –
- Blimey, Ginny! Harry, she nearly hit me with the curse this time! –
- I’m doing my best, Ron. – he huffed, solid form of Ginny smacked at him as she turned to hurl another curse
- Tell me what you meant by that if you value your balls where they are Ronald! –
- It is nothing! It was in the book! – squealed Ron and he turned to face his friend, Ginny used the moment to step aside from him and hit her brother with Jelly-legs curse, Ron flopped to the floor
- What book, Ron? – growled Harry
- Do you remember our sixth year, when we were looking for a place to hide the booze from mum? – Harry nodded – Well there is a compartment in the library, behind that big book that tried to take a bite of us. I hid the booze there, and there was this black muggle notebook, …. Harry! Where are you going, Harry! –
He ran to the library, Ginny at his heals, tossing the aggressive book aside, feeling around until his fingers felt the dent. He pressed hard and true enough, behind a hidden panel there was a black notebook and few bottles of Ogden’s.
Harry whisked his wand and conjured a stag
- Bill, come here, it’s urgent. – moments later green lights flared in the fireplace and Bill stepped out – Look at this. –
Bill took the book without the word and flipped through it, then sat and read through the parts. Ron wobbled into the library, silent but present
- I’ll take this to Severus, he left me alternative meeting address. – sad Bill finally – This would be more helpful if we had it before. –
- Your brother informed us just now about its existence. –
- But now you can tell her to return, right? –
- No, Ron, I don’t know where she is. No one does, again. And even if I do, I wouldn’t until you change your attitude. – snapped Bill and walked to the fireplace – Thank you, Harry, I’ll send this to Severus. –
- Harry … - whined Ron
- Shut up, Ronald! – Harry finally had it enough
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Five and a half months passed since the day Hermione sneaked out of the cottage. His life returned to its routine. He read, he enjoyed good wine and cuisine, he regained his peace. Mostly. Unpleasant cramp sent the flashes of pain down his thighs. Grumbling, he marched to the kitchen and eyed the mug with tea with disgust.
- Severus! – called Luna’s voice from the hallway
- In the kitchen! – he replied and took a long breath before downing the tea in one gulp crumbling his face
- Severus… - Luna’s voice was indecisive, she walked to him and sniffed the mug – Why are you drinking this tea? –
- Because it shoots the ovarian cramps. – he growled
- Do you think you have grown ovaries? – Luna raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of wonder
- No! Hermione has menstrual cramps. –
- Then why do you drink the tea? Or do you think it could help her if you drink it? –
- Good question. – he mumbled – Maybe I just developed masochistic streak. –
- I doubt that. – she crinkled her nose – We are going to the club tonight. –
- I don’t feel like it. –
- Yes, you do! Go up, dress up, we are going! Rolf must finish some report and I’m bored, we are going to the club! –
- What’s wrong with what I’m wearing right now? – she raised her eyebrows, amused and checked him out. Following her gaze, he glanced down his body and cringed, he was in slacks and long-leaved T-shirt, barefooted – Right, give me half an hour. –
He went to take a quick shower, cramps dissipated, warm and sad feeling spread through his chest and twisted his heart. He shook it off and went to a room, picking black pants and black shirt, rolled the sleeves and placed black leather gauntlet on his left wrist. Finally, he brushed his hair, tying it with soft long leather string at the nape of his neck. He padded to the living room and met Luna’s approving eyes.
- Just to make it clear, I’m going but under the protest. –
- Mhm, C’mon, I’ll buy you a chocolate on the way to the club. –
- I don’t want chocolate. –
- You need chocolate. You’d be a poor woman Severus. –
- Well then, it is a good thing that I am a man. – he grumbled
- Yes, which makes you oblivious to how one handles the first days of menstruation. –
- I have no need to know how to handle it. – he groused, insulted with no particular reason at her words
- Yes, you do! – firmly stated Luna and pulled him by the hand – She’s healed you know. –
- I know… – he retorted automatically – How do you know? –
- I know plenty. – smiled Luna airily – Let’s go. – she pulled him and he followed, wondering if he could extract at least some information out of Luna if he plays nice.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Cramps lessened and Hermione sighed, she took a worn-out book, folding it to her chest, and curled into the bed. Gods, she hated that tea, but it was effective. She was in a small hotel room in London. The book she held was new, she got it the day she returned but already looked worn and well used. Leaning on the pillow she closed her eyes and sank back in the memory…
…She left her things in the room and walked out of the hotel, strolling down the busy streets. After four months of meditation, solitude and the strict regime, she was healed faster than she predicted. She even missed the annoying voice in her head. The more she healed, the quieter voice became. Finally, she was alone in her head, alone to the point where peace and quiet annoyed her. The live buzz of the streets suited her.
She walked into a large bookstore, browsing the books, not looking anything specific, she paused in front of the art section. Several books with photographs by Keiko Ikamva. “Where did I heard that name?” and then it hit her, … the days in the cottage and her first experience with ropes. Severus mentioned Keiko as his shibari teacher. She pulled the book and browse through the pictures, returned it and pulled another. Flipping through the pages she froze, closed the book and went to the till to buy it. She almost ran back to the hotel…
…With sigh, she opened her eyes and flipped the book open to the marked page, dragging her fingers over the full-page picture. The picture was made in noir style, portraying pale body suspended in air by red strings against the black background. Male’s body, slim and slender but firm with ropy muscles outlined under the ghostly white skin. Male’s head was tossed back and to the side, away from the camera, but semi-long straight, black hair fell free. His hands pulled back, muscles straining, body arched forward. One leg straight and pulled back, another bent in the knee like a runner.
The whole composition gave away the appearance of a person trying to break free, to escape constricting strands that cut into his body. The image was so powerful, screaming at the observer determination and strength, inhuman effort and success. But also pulling to the front the loneliness, absence of any shadow just enhanced the heavy breath of the effort of a person abandoned in a solitary existence. And the runner, the strong one transformed to a person escaping. Red ropes giving the impression that blood was gushing from a multitude of wounds, slowing him down. And yet, the man was still pushing forward, alone and determined. Under the picture was written:
The Dark Angel, Model: Anonymous
But she knew, she would recognize that body anywhere and anytime. Tears rolled from her eyes, just a few more days, just a few more days and she’ll do it. She promised that to herself and to him.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus was sitting alone at the table, Luna was on the stage, performing, everyone else had at least enough brain to avoid him. Chocolate improved his mood only marginally, alcohol didn’t help. So, he was there now, surrounded by semi-naked or naked bodies, fully dressed and in a foul mood. The rest of the bodies didn’t hold his interest, the only body he could think of, was the one he shouldn’t even know how it looks likes, little less to remember not only the shape and form of it but the taste and feel as well.
Tanned, dark-haired, petite girl walked to him and sit at the table, uninvited
- Nice to see you, love. Hunting for someone? – her Scottish accent heavy and rich
- Do you think it is smart to address me that way, Shana? – he growled
- Oh, it is fine, you know me. – she smiled.
He did know her. Shana was working in the club, weighting tables, putting away wardrobe, pitching in when it was needed on the set regardless of the role. She was shrewd and witty, not afraid of anyone and not tolerating any treats or pushiness. Highly intelligent, she could be a great conversationalist. He often wondered what she was doing there.
- So, - she smiled – are you looking for something specific? Patrick is here, and he talks about you like you are some bloody revelation. –
- I’m not here to seek company, I just accompanied the Mistress. – he nodded his head to the stage, Shana followed his gaze and grinned
- Too bloody bad, Patrick will be disappointed. –
- Why are you at my table, Shana? –
- The Madam sent me. She thought you look a bit gloomy and in a need of cheering up. – her dark eyes squinted at him – But you do not look gloomy to me, love. –
- You would be the first to think that. – he mumbled
- I would like to meet him or her one day. It would be bloody bad if we lose you. – she tilted her head, measuring him up – Her, it is definitely her. You do have that her vibe. –
- Her? – he priced Shana with his gaze and raised the eyebrow
- Aye, her. The one that got your grumpy knickers in the twist. Good for you! Well, best of luck, love, I hope I’ll see you around. – she beamed at him and rise gracefully swaying her hips on departure.
Luna stepped from the stage and walked to the table nursing huge glass of water
- Was that Shana at the table? –
- Yes. –
- What did she want? –
- At what point? – he grumbled – It was a fluid notion. –
- At the end? –
- To congratulate me. –
- On? –
- On finding someone who got my ‘grumpy knickers in the twist’. –
- Yes. – giggled Luna – She gave a hard time to Hermione as well. – he snapped his head at Luna
- Hermione? –
- Mhm, - hummed Luna, focusing on the next performance – I brought her here not a ten days ago, but she didn’t seem more interested than you are right now. And I wanted to talk about getting her a membership. –
- And you were planning to inform me of it... –
- About what? – Luna looked at him like he just materialised in front of her
- Damn it, Luna – he growled
- Oh, you mean about Hermione? She will tell you when you see her. –
- If I see her. –
- Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmh – hummed Luna absentmindedly and he groaned, downing his drink with slightly shaking hand. Gods, how he hated monthly cycles.
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