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True Identity	By : chrmisha Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Helen couldn�t understand what was happening to her. How could Severus Snape, a man she had hated and distrusted for seven years, suddenly be filling her thoughts and dreams? The only answer she could come up with was that their situations forced them to live in very close quarters. And he certainly wasn�t acting like the man she once knew. The Severus Snape living in her small cottage was considerate, understated, and unassuming. He was also appreciative of the things she did for him, which made her want to do more for him. He didn�t complain about the boredom he must certainly have felt. She couldn�t imagine being cooped up all day in the cottage. That was precisely why she had chosen to live as a Muggle instead of hiding in the Wizarding world.

He was still reserved and the scowl she had grown so used to crossed his face on occasion, but other than that, he seemed like an entirely different person. Perhaps being so out of his element in the Muggle world had done the man good. And perhaps the fact that he�d had to rely on a woman for once in his life had taught him a thing or two. Perhaps.

She closed her eyes at the fears intruding. If only he knew who she really was, surely he wouldn�t think so highly of her. She had struggled with her decision not to tell him the truth. She had tried many times, but each time she got close, something pulled her back. She knew exactly what it was. She was beginning to fall for her evil Potions professor, and she knew that the moment he knew the truth, he would look at her with those scornful, loathing eyes. He�d see nothing but the insufferable know it all that had plagued his dungeons for seven years. He wouldn�t see the woman she had become. He would forget the time they had spent together over the last nine weeks. She would be nothing to him but a lowly bug to be squashed. She knew telling him was the right thing to do, but she just couldn�t face the heartache it was sure to cause her.

Day by day, she could sense him becoming more and more at ease with her. Mornings were still the worst for him, so she always made him breakfast. As time went on, though, he started making her dinner. She would never have imagined she would actually look forward to coming home each evening from work to dinner with Severus Snape, but dinners had soon become the highlight of her day. They discussed a diverse array of topics, everything from current headlines to ancient Greece. The one thing they never discussed was their pasts. She didn�t dare ask him any personal questions for fear he might ask questions of her. She didn�t want to lie to him. It was best to avoid the topic altogether.

As the weeks went by, though, it didn�t much seem to matter. What had once been meaningless gestures turned into something more. It started out simple. She put her hand on his back as she moved behind him in the small kitchen so they wouldn�t inadvertently bump into one another. He grabbed her elbow to keep her steady when she slipped on some water on the floor. Soon, though, the frequency of those gestures increased. He sat closer to her on the couch; she brushed up against him in the hall. He reached across and held her hand during one of their after dinner discussions. That was how it all started.

One evening for dinner he found a bottle of wine she had forgotten all about. He made chicken marsala for dinner. The food was incredible; who knew Severus Snape could cook? But then again, he was a potions master; he should be good with adding ingredients and closely monitoring them.

It was a Friday evening and she didn�t have to work the next day. She rarely drank alcohol, so the little that she did drink that evening was quick to go to her head. Feeling a lack of inhibition, she searched through a pile of her favorite Muggle CDs and set them to play on her stereo. She noticed him watching her carefully as she loaded the CDs into the multi-disc tray. He had obviously never seen such a thing before and had no idea what she was doing. Still, he didn�t say a word. He just watched and waited.

�Dance with me,� she implored.

�I do not dance.�

�You do now,� she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the couch. She put his hands on her shoulders before wrapping her own arms around his waist. She leaned against his chest, her head on his shoulder. She could feel him stiffen under her touch, but soon he pulled her closer, relaxing against her, and swaying to the rhythm of the music.

�This is nice,� she said.

�Mmmm�� was his response.

Peter Gabriel�s �In Your Eyes,� filled the room, the lyrics floating over them.

love, I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

She inhaled his masculine scent, closing her eyes at the closeness of him. It had been a long time since she had been wrapped in a man�s arms, a man�s scent, and she was thoroughly enjoying it.

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes

She felt him pushing her away from him. For a moment, she confused his intentions with trying to put distance between them, but as she looked up into his eyes, she realized he was not trying to get away from her. She closed her eyes again at the feel of his soft lips meshing with hers. His tongue touched hers and she had the strange sensation of butterflies invading her stomach. She could easily get lost in him. She embraced him tighter, pulling him towards her as the words of the song still swirled through her mind.

the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes

I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

What had started as a seemingly innocent kiss soon turned passionate. She knew then that she had not been the only one consumed by thoughts and desires. She sighed as he lowered her onto the couch, his hands exploring her body. She could feel his arousal against her leg and it sent waves of warmth through her body. His lips wandered down her neck and rapidly approached the buttons he was opening on her blouse. She threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled him up to kiss her, their lips meeting frantically. He settled his weight on top of her and she moaned into his mouth.

It was then that he pulled back. She looked at him in confusion. Had she done something wrong?

He moved to sit on the floor, running his hands through his hair while mumbling to himself.

�What is it?� she asked, sitting up on the couch.

�Not like this,� he muttered, his voice still husky.

�Like what?�

�You have been drinking. We have both been drinking. I do not want to take advantage of you and I am certainly not looking for a one night stand.�

He had a determined look on his face and she knew if she started kissing his neck and saying the right things to him she could probably break through his noble defenses. But she also knew he would regret it in the morning and doubt her reaction was real. He would think it was just the alcohol speaking.

�Severus,� she murmured. �I am perfectly aware of what I�m doing as well as what I�m feeling for you. I�ve been feeling it for a while now. I think the alcohol just eased my inhibitions enough for me to show you. I can assure you I will still feel the same way in the morning.�

�We shall see,� he said, getting to his feet and offering her a hand.

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before embracing her. �I had a thoroughly enjoyable evening, Helen.�

She cringed inwardly at the sound of her false name. I�m not Helen, she wanted to scream. Gathering her courage, she raised her head to tell him the truth. But the look of tenderness and compassion in his eyes drained her courage away.

Slowly, she pulled out of his embrace. �Good night Severus. Sweet dreams.�

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Helen awoke with a pounding headache the next morning. Groaning, she rolled away from the sun streaking through her windows and buried her head under the covers. The only relief from her headache was the memories of the night before. Severus holding her in his arms, Severus kissing her, Severus on top of her. Her smile quickly faded as the lyrics of the song they had danced to flitted through her mind.

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn

She had to tell him. Before they went any further, she had to tell him. She knew beyond a doubt that he was falling in love with her as much as she was falling for him. The only difference was, she knew who he was; he had no idea who she was.
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