Memories of Deception | By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He could feel the girl's eyes on him again, and he tried not to shift uncomfortably under her scrutiny. She was quiet this time, even more so since she'd insisted on viewing that particular memory he hadn't wanted to show her. Besides the conversation over their second breakfast, she'd barely spoken, and it worried him. What is she thinking? I knew I shouldn't have shown her that dratted memory. What must she think of me now?
Over the past few weeks when being shown her memories, the girl had alternated between angry and accepting, often showing a great deal of compassion toward himself, despite the fact he didn't deserve it. But she'd never been quiet and thoughtful like this before, and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. He would have preferred her screaming and shouting rather than this watchful quietness. It was making him nervous.
Snape swiped at the hair falling over his eyes automatically as he tried to read. It only fell back again. He realised he'd been going over the same phrase for 5 minutes. He snapped the book shut in irritation, making the girl jump. He stood and walked round the desk, picking his wand up to remove the last memory from the pensieve and place in back in its bottle.
He reached out and picked up the phial marked 4th April, rolling it between his fingers for a moment as he thought. He'd done this enough times now that he didn't need to check the diary that he kept locked and warded in his desk to remind himself exactly what she was about to view, and what had happened in the days leading up to this particular memory. The girl usually asked him about the latter, as she usually wanted to know where the memories fit in to the past few weeks.
Snape still felt keenly the shame and disgust at himself over what he had done to her after she had taken care of him the afternoon he turned up injured and feverish. It had been Bella and Lucius who had put him in such a condition as revenge for the way the girl had injured him so badly with the Cruciatus curse. They knew better than to try and target the girl again without permission from the Dark Lord, but had had no compunction over injuring Snape. They had also been angry that he had managed to rescue her in time, stealing her away before Lucius could have his way with her, and Bellatrix more fun with her knife. They'd managed to surprise him with a few well places dark hexes when he'd turned up at Malfoy Manor that day to find the Dark Lord absent.
He'd been lucky to have the girl there to help him when he'd arrived back. The injuries themselves had not been particularly bad, not when compared to those he'd had to deal with alone in the past, but the fever brought on by the dark magic lodged in this flesh could have much more serious. Thank the gods the girl had been able to reduce his fever enough for him to be capable of banishing the dark magic from his body.
He'd been surprised to wake up in her arms, and it had been a few minutes before he'd even realised where he was, the shock of seeing her touching his face so tenderly and the feeling of her warm body against his, had distracted him from the cold water and the pain in his side. The memory of the way her fingers had stroked his lips made him ache slightly behind his ribs.
She would never touched him that way again, and he knew that she would never have wanted to do so if not for this whole damn situation. If she came through this alive he knew it would probably take some time for her to recover. If he survived too, he was sure she would never want to see him again. And the thought of that made something inside him clench painfully. How had the girl managed to worm her way into his life so easily? He'd been alone for so long, and he'd felt no need to change that for many years now. And it won't be changing anytime soon.
He looked over at the girl, who was now watching him expectantly.
"Are you ready for the next one?"
She stood at his words. "I think so." She watched as he used his wand to pull the shimmering threads from the phial in his hand and deposit them in the pensieve. She moved to stand over it before looking up at him. "When did this happen?"
Snape couldn't quite look at her as her replied. "The night after… after I gave you the hairbrush. I brought you back from the meeting with the Dark Lord and put you to bed for about an hour before waking you again. You were rather… distressed and angry afterwards." He looked down at the floor. "Understandably so."
"What do you mean?"
"I behaved… badly the night before, and I also made some comments that evening at the Manor which were cruel. You had every right to be upset." The girl was quiet for a few moments and Snape turned his head so he could see her out of the corner of his eye. She looked thoughtful.
"I can't tell you that I understand why you… why you did what you did that night, but I'm sure you wouldn't do anything that wasn't necessary. And I know why you had to say those things to Vol… to the Dark Lord. I can see that you have to do everything possible to stop him from suspecting us." She turned away from him before continuing, her voice quiet and tight. "You mustn't act like you care…"
He turned and laid a hand on her shoulder. "That's all it is though. An act. I hope you know that."
After a moment's pause she laid a hand over his, and bent her neck to rest her cheek on top. "I know now. And I will again." She lifted her head and wrapped her fingers around his before turning and stepping towards him. "You kept the promise you made me, back in the cell the night I was captured.
She moved closer, and his breath caught as her hands slid up his chest. It's the potion, it just hasn't worn off yet, he told himself as she pressed herself up against him. He couldn't seem to look away from her, although he knew he should stop her before she took it any further.
"Thank you for keeping me safe," she whispered, as her arms wrapped around his neck and tugged him down to meet her lips.
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