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"To Change Your Life"	By : AnasumiHideki Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Severus woke the next morning, feeling quite happy. Despite the strange news, straight from Hermione, he was simply beside himself with the fact that someone would do something so drastic. To save him. To help him. He still didn't understand why though. What had Hermione actually seen in his older self to go that far with him? Not to mention, weren't they twenty or so years apart? He had to laugh to himself. Maybe his older self was just so far gone that he didn't care about the age difference. Hermione obviously had no issue with it, considering. But it was strange. He had never heard of a girl, so young, falling head over heels in love with someone that much older than herself. He supposed though, that the sentiment of it was a rather beautiful thing. Just the idea that a love could run so deep that it had no problem, disregarding the age end of things.

This coming year at Hogwarts would most definitely be interesting. Somehow he knew that Hermione would be his only friend. Yet, Hermione was such a good looking girl that he was almost sure she would end up getting hit on by Lupin or Black. The thought made him cringe with possessive disgust. Whoa... Possessive?

Severus pushed the thought from his mind. Not even bothering to check the time, as he already knew what time it was, he removed himself from his bed and went about his normal morning routine. Despite the popular belief of his peers, he did practice good hygiene. Whenever he could, that is. Perhaps that was another reason he woke so early. So he could do so in privacy before his bastard of a father woke up.

He took comfort in the fact that he would be able to apprentice for Potions after his last year was over, and he would hardly have to venture back to this torture chamber.

After a good bathe, and getting redressed in clothes he took it upon himself to wash, he ventured downstairs with an extra spring in his step. Suddenly, terror rent his mind as his father looked up at him; averting his disgusted gaze from the moving pictures in The Daily Prophet, to Severus, himself.

"What are you looking so joyful about?" he asked, sipping something that Severus knew wasn't a cup of Darjeeling tea.

Severus immediately schooled his features to show a stoic expression, despite the newfound feelings he had inside. It was torture. Why couldn't his father just accept it when he actually was happy about something? Oh, that's right... Because his father had nothing better to do than ruin his fucking life.

Yet, Severus couldn't recall a time when he was ever truly happy about something. He supposed he couldn't complain that he now had some secret, positive feelings.

"Nothing..." he muttered. "Sir..." he added tersely, striding to the front door.

"Where do you think you're going, boy!"

Severus paused, clenching his eyes closed. Before he knew it, his father's hand was on his shoulder, turning him around so hard he felt it pop. "Answer me. You never go outside without a damn good reason."

"Maybe I just want to get away from you." Severus replied, coolly, inwardly preparing himself for the worst. Just as his mother rounded the corner into the sitting room, she watched as her husband balled his fist, thrusting it hard against the left side of her son's face. Severus groaned slightly as he fell against the door. Tugging his wand from his pocket, he regained his composure, drawing himself up to his full height. Despite the pain now radiating through his head, he pointed his wand at his father, "You touch me again... You die..." he growled, narrowing his eyes as he reached behind himself, fumbling for the door knob. "I'm leaving... I'm not coming back..."

"Severus..." his mother began in a pleading tone that he knew all too well, was fake.

"Don't. Don't even try it, woman... I'm leaving." Severus repeated. With that, he quickly exited the house, just hoping Hermione would be easy to find.

Hissing in pain as he gently rubbed his face, he knew there would be a nasty bruise to contend with later. He walked along, first checking the alley, then her last apparition spot, but she wasn't found in either place. Where would she have gone? An Inn, no doubt. That is, if she had money to spend. She seemed rather clever. He would bet that her seemingly bottomless bag had rows upon rows of galleons in the bottom of it. Somehow he knew the Leaky Cauldron would be his best bet.

Without another thought, Severus disapparated. The sun was beginning to rise over London when he materialized in front of the dingy Inn, and he guessed it was almost seven a.m. He pushed the door open and stepped inside of the dark pub before letting the door close behind him. His heart leapt as he saw her, sitting alone at the bar with her back turned to him, feeding bread crumbs to the barman's owl, Pretty. That shitty little bird.

Hermione startled as she saw a mass of black moving out of the corner of her eye, coming to prop himself on the stool next to her. She turned to see Severus, sporting a bruise that was slowly but surely turning the left side of his face, black and blue. Hermione gasped, turning herself on the stool to fully face him. "My God! What happened to...-" she trailed off, only being able to guess what happened. "He got mad that you wanted to leave..." she surmised, sadly. Severus closed his eyes, nodding. "Yes, he was livid. I told both him and my mother that I was leaving, and not going back. After he hit me of course. Now, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. It isn't as if I have any friends to fall back on."

Severus stared at Hermione's hand as she laid it gently on his thigh. "I'm your friend, Severus. You can... stay here with me?" she supplied with a sad smile.

"I couldn't do that to you, Hermione. I'll make due elsewhere." Severus said, glaring at the small tawny owl. "That bird is a bitch, she is." he said, inclining his head toward the animal.

"How do you know, Pretty?" Hermione laughed, gently petting the owl's head.

"This isn't the first time I've run away from home, Hermione." Severus replied, sadly.

"Well...-" Hermione sighed. "I suppose you'll have to stay with Pretty in the small owlry here if you're not willing to stay with me. Though, I will say, Pretty is much cuter than myself. Aren't you, Pretty?" she cooed, making a kissy face at the bird who blinked, looking at her as if she was remedial, making Severus laugh.

"I always enjoyed your laugh." Hermione smiled, still petting the bird. "The few times I heard it, that is..."

"Hermione... Just... Why? I know you said you and I were in love with one another, but... Didn't you ever have a boyfriend in your time? Someone... You know... Your age?" Severus asked, leaning against the bar on his left elbow.

"No,.." Hermione began, turning her attention away from Pretty. "I didn't want anyone else. Is it so hard to accept?" she smiled slightly, reaching up to gently brush a stray strand of hair from his face. Severus closed his eyes briefly before replying. "Yes... It's a bit hard to accept. But not because it's not flattering or anything. It's just confusing. How could you love someone so much older than you?"

"Hmm..." she smiled, pretending to have to think about it. "Let's see... The fact that you were, or, are... very intelligent, witty, mysterious, and the little fact that you are an amazing person, though you never really let it show... I suppose those aren't things to fall in love with at all." she joked. "Even just the way you move your body always turned me on to no end. Not to mention, you have the most handsome face I have ever seen. "

Severus tried with all his willpower to stifle the blush threatening to tinge his cheeks. He hoped he was successful. Hermione didn't seem to notice if he was not, as she turned her attention toward her bag. She unzipped the purse and reached inside for what he recognized to be a bruise-healing salve.

Dipping her fingers into the concoction, she coated them with the odd-smelling stuff, and proceeded to gently dab at the bruise, now coloring his face, quite darkly. "I just don't get it.." he muttered, closing his eyes at her touch. Hermione sighed. "Ugh! Just accept it! I love you, Severus Snape, and I would do absolutely anything for you. No matter if you let your mouth run away with you at times. Have you eaten anything?" she asked, all in the same breath.

"No. But I'm not letting you buy me anything, Hermione. Like I said... I'll manage." Severus replied, too proud to admit that he was fucking starving. "I'll eat when we go back to Hogwarts."

"Severus, that's almost a month from now. Tom?" Hermione asked over the bar. "No, Hermione." Severus groaned. "I will leave if you do it." he threatened. Much to his dismay, and admitted gratitude, Hermione ordered him some pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs.

"Ugh! You never listen." Severus groaned again, letting his head fall back against the support post behind him.

"Oh, did you include that in your journal about me as well?" Hermione teased him. Severus brought his gaze back down to hers. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I read a rather interesting bit in 'my' journal about you being an insufferable know-it-all." he smirked at her, making quotations with his pale fingers.

"Ah, but you loved me." she grinned, poking him in the ribs with a single digit. "Ah! Hey." Severus swatted her hand away, just as Tom set the plate full of food down in front of them.

"It is rather strange,... Reading 'my' journal. It feels as though I'm barging in some other bloke's personal thoughts." he said before beginning to cut the pancakes up.

Hermione tried not to watch him, but everything he did was so fascinating. He made perfect slices with the butter knife, taking careful time to do so. "How is it that you're always so graceful?" she asked, tone full of adoration.

Severus swallowed the first bite before he spoke. Another thing she enjoyed about him. Unlike Ronald, he didn't try to speak with his mouth full. "You're just full of complements, aren't you?" he smiled.

"Whatever. What should we do today? Is there anything you'd like to do?"

"Hmm... Not really. Can we just stay inside and read more of this journal?" Severus asked, desperate to know more about "himself."

Hermione nodded. "Sure. Of course. Anything."

The two of them finished eating in silence, stealing nervous glances at one another. Hermione could tell he was still uneasy about the whole situation, but she knew he would warm up to her. It was a wonder to her that he had already kind of joked around with her, given that his older self was very closed off and hard to open up.

Severus, on the other hand, was merely thinking how strange, and very nice it felt for someone to genuinely care for him. He had never been held as Hermione held him the night before. It caused such a stir of many different emotions inside of him, that he didn't really know what to make of it all. At the same time that it was all too much to take in, he found that he just couldn't get enough. Yet, he had to remind himself, how hard it was to watch James Potter take Lily away from him, and he felt he had to reconcile with himself that the same thing would probably happen with this girl.

Hermione lead him up to her room, where they laid together on her bed, reading passages in his journal.

"Ah,-" Severus exclaimed, pointing to a particular line in the journal. "I wasn't a virgin, after all."

Hermione shook her head, laughing as she moved in closer to read it for herself:

"... - I have always perceived sex as a sort of weapon. Intimacy is a powerful tool when it comes to my job title as a spy... -"

"Is this seriously all you have been searching for?!" Hermione giggled, nudging gently at his shoulder with hers.

"Well, no... I'm not a pervert..." he said, nudging her back as he flipped another page. "Though, it really is hardly perverted to be curious as to what I've 'done' with my own body. I wonder who it was..." Severus gained a concentrated expression as he pressed a pale digit to his lips; pushed out into a sort of pout that made Hermione inwardly groan. He shot her a look as she rolled out of the bed to go sit in the chair beside the window.

"What?" he asked, brow furrowed in confusion. "Did I say something wrong?"

Hermione shook her head. "No. No... It's just... difficult."

"What's difficult? Come on, then. Let me in on it." he said, rolling onto his side to fully face her. She stared at him, still halfway unable to wrap her mind around the fact that it was really him, lying there before her looking like the dark angel that he always was. He stared expectantly at her with his head propped up in his hand; his silky locks, partially falling in his face.

"It's difficult,-" Hermione began again, "- to lie there with you, not sure of how you would react if I... Kissed you."

Severus wasn't sure what to say. She actually wanted to kiss him? Of course she did. She'd spent the last day and a half, pouring her heart out to him.

"I've never done that." he finally said. Hermione looked up from her hands and smiled. "Well... When you're ready for it, I will gladly be the first. If you want." she added, just for safe measure.

Severus smiled, "Are you always so forward?"

"Well, I don't see a point in beating about the bush." she replied, honestly. "I'm a very blunt person. Bit of a thorn in my side at times, but... It's just how I am."

"Hmm... I think I can appreciate that. So do you plan to sleep in that chair?" Severus asked, gesturing to the wicker patio-furniture like seat she was perched in.

"Of course not." Hermione shook her head.

"Well, come on then. I'm rather tired." Severus said, extending his hand to her. Hermione rose from the seat. Taking his hand, she momentarily found herself in a position she had been in once before. Though with less clothes. She straddled him with the intention to climb over him, but he quickly grasped her hips to stop her from moving off of him. She shivered as he ran his hands up her back to her hair. Gently, he stroked her long locks before grasping either side of her face to pull her down. They were only inches apart when he spoke.

"I don't know how..." he whispered.

Hermione smiled, and slowly closed the gap between them. His lips were unresponsive for a moment, but as she moved hers against his, trailing her tongue along his lower lip, he began to move his own. He was most certainly a quick learner. It was just as she remembered it. Not wanting to stop, she knew she had to before it spiraled out of control. She wanted him to know her a little better first. Breaking the much needed kiss on both parts, she slowly moved off of him, leaving him with a satisfied, sleepy look on his face.

"Will you hold me, Severus?" she whispered, lying down beside him. Severus turned onto his side to face her, and just as he had the night before, he wrapped his arm tightly around her whie she nuzzled her face in his chest.

"Can I have you forever, Hermione? Will you always be mine?" he asked softly, tone ridden with tiredness as the day drew to an end. Hermione nodded sleepily. "Always..." she whispered.
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