Saved By Grace | By : knappshari Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8880 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter Three
'At last' thought Severus as he stepped off the train and onto the platform. He took a deep breath of the fresh salt air and felt his usual tension relax.
His steps were unexpectedly light as he walked the familiar path home. He was surprised when he rounded the curve and saw the cottage. It looked…homey. There were two rocking chairs were set to the left of the door, with a table between; and on it was what looked like a pitcher of fresh, cool lemonade and two glasses. There was also a swing on the front porch and a wreath made of twigs and flowers that welcomed visitors, saying come on in. The whole cottage looked so different from the dull, lifeless place where his family just…existed. The outside was painted a blue-gray with the trim around the windows, porch and door were white. He walked up the porch steps and opened the front door. Amazed, he stood stock still, looking around him in awe.
The inside was so different from what it had been. Gone were the bare walls and the dust that covered everything, gone too were the empty bookshelves that lined two of the walls. The bookshelves that remained flanked the impressively ornate fireplace and were full of his books from his quarters at Hogwarts, fetched by Draco without his knowledge.
The walls in each room were painted in soft, muted tranquil colors, and the bottom floor was converted into an open floor plan by deleting a couple of walls. He could see Hermione's touches everywhere. The furnishings were eclectic, the new intermingled with antiques, but it wasn't fussy in any way. The deep, soft leather couch and love-seat were masculine but the old window turned on its side and hung behind the couch was a feminine detail. Touched, he made his way out and took a walk along the shore to see Hermione.
Having received an owl announcing his imminent arrival, Hermione was on pins and needles all morning waiting for Severus to floo in and tear her a new one for daring to touch his childhood home. He had no idea what she and Draco had planned and, of course, Draco and Luna had already moved, so he wasn't there to take the weight of some of Severus' anger. As the hours passed, she began to pace the floors, fearing the worst, that he found out what she'd done and he'd left to go back to his familiar dungeon at Hogwarts, and she was out of an apprenticeship. Nausea built as each tick of the clock meant one more second of delaying the inevitable. Suddenly, the sound of boots coming up the porch steps nearly caused her to pass out with nerves. He knocked on the screen door, raising an eyebrow at her owl eyes and the guilty start he witnessed. Hiding a smile at her apparent discomfort; obviously, Miss Granger wasn't sure how he'd react to the 'makeover' she spearheaded for his residence, and he wasn't above enjoying watching her squirm but only for a few minutes.
'Damn, why didn't I close the fucking door' thought Hermione, as she stared into Snape's unreadable countenance. 'I could've pretended not to be at home.'
She pasted on a smile, hoping he didn't notice how flushed her cheeks were, she felt as though she were coming down with a fever. "Professor, I'm so glad you're here at last!" she opened the door, and squeeked when he gently pulled her out to sit together on the wicker couch that sat on the pretty wrap around porch. Swiftly he accioed the pitcher of lemonade and glasses from his home just around the bend from her little cottage.
"So," she cleared her throat. "You saw your home, I take it."
"Yes, Miss…"at her look he amended his words. "Hermione, I was very pleasantly surprised. It looks nothing like it did when I was a boy."
Releasing pent up breath that she didn't know she'd been holding, she said "So, you don't mind?" At the shake of his head, she thoroughly relaxed then into her usual sunny self. They enjoyed a lovely afternoon 'tea' with delicious cookies along with the delicious lemonade and good conversation.
The nightmare began as it always had. Her innocent announcement made, she watched him closely, relieved he was still smiling. Then the change in his countenance, the madness that had lurked under familiar features lashed out. An explosion of pain on every surface of her body, then inside her, ripping, clawing, tearing and death.
Severus could hear her wrenching screams from his cottage and, dressed only in a white lawn shirt unbuttoned at the neck, along with pants and boots, apparated himself directly into her bedchamber. She was ghost white in the pale moonlight, and, by this time wasn't screaming anymore, but the choking sounds she was making were worse. Her eyes open, she saw only the demons that plagued her mind since the events surrounding the abuse and rape at the hands of the one who should've loved her. Sitting next to her, he pulled her onto his lap and laid his cheek against the top of her head, gently murmuring assurances of his presence and calling her back from her hell. Finally, he felt her regain herself, and he pulled out his handkerchief so she could clean her face. She pushed back her tangled curls and shivered in the cool breeze coming through the window, landing on sweaty clothes and sheets.
When her shudders continued, Snape warmed her up the only way he knew how. He threw caution to the wind and crushed her mouth beneath his and ran greedy hands up and down her torso. He told himself it was just to warm her up quickly, so she wouldn't catch a cold, but as she responded the kiss took a carnal turn. He felt her tongue tentatively trace his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open. As their tongues danced together electricity shot through him, making him hard and incredibly turned on.
Fisting her curls between his hands he guided her head up to trace fiery kisses down her throat causing her to hummm in delight. If she had any question as to the level of passion in this man, he answered her in spades. She pulled his mouth back to hers and began unbuttoning his shirt with trembling hands.
He gasped when she softly traced the impressive muscles on his chest.
She made a soft keening sound when he bared her breasts and tweaked her nipples before pushing her down onto the mattress and replacing his hands with his talented mouth.
A whispered spell dissolved the remainder of their clothing. Various scars were unveiled, and were gently traced with fingers and kisses and at last…at last…heat connected with heat and both felt whole for the first time in their lives.
When morning came, she woke reaching out for him…only to find herself alone. She wasn't wanted after all...curling into a fetal position, she let the tears come.
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