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Two Sides to Every Soul	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Two Sides to Every Soul
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Lucky Number 7
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 5
- 6
- 7
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Hermione Granger knew exactly how Molly Weasley must
have felt when the twins had been two years old. Well, if Fred and George had
been literally trying to kill each other at every opportunity. Professors Snape
and Murdoch had settled into a classic �I hate you, you hate me, let�s make
each other�s life miserable� routine that intensely amused the other staff
members and made her throw her arms into the air in disgust. At the start of
term, she had gotten a last minute reprieve from entertaining the Head of Slytherin�s degrading fantasies when Albus had gotten it
into his head to roust all the staff members out of their beds and down to the
Grounds to see Norbert�s arrival. This, of course, didn�t exactly serve to
endear Gildas to Severus (she had begun calling Snape by his first name when
she had realized just how much alike the two men really were; after all, she
didn�t call Gildas, �Murdoch,� now did she?) and the animosity between the two
wizards only grew from there.

Immediately after the beginning of the new term, students as well as staff were
awed by the presence of Norbert�especially the fact that their new teacher had
tamed him. Within a week, even the Slytherin students
adored him (much to their Head of House�s disapproval) and Care of Magical
Creatures swiftly became their favorite subject � Gildas thought it humorous
that he was now the object of many a young girl�s fantasies, and had dealt with
them lightly whenever he found a half-clad co-ed lounging suggestively on his
desk. Dumbledore had found him a classroom on the bottom of the Eastern Tower � he resided at the very top of
it, and Norbert slept on the ramparts � where he conducted his classes; he also
brought in several creatures for them to study and take care of. Hermione had
ribbed him unmercifully when she found out that he actually lured a small herd
of unicorns out of the forest for his class to study � with a reputation like
his, it was a wonder there was a single one within miles. This earned her a
scowl and an enchanted book spanking her about the room until she apologized,
shrieking with laughter.

The situation with Severus grew steadily worse; whenever he attempted to waylay
her, Gildas always seemed to come out of nowhere to thwart his plans� this led
the DADA professor (whose classroom just happened to be right beside
hers) to choose the times when the other wizard was busy teaching a class and
summoning her to his office for a quick shag up against whatever surface
happened to be handy. Strangely, he had become almost affectionate to her in
the aftermath of their tumultuous meetings, lingering with her beyond the usual
time it took for him to order her out of his sight. Hermione�s sense of guilt
grew, finding herself readily responding to his touch � she loved Gildas, but
he didn�t touch her like Severus did and she was beginning to wonder if he was
really as interested in her as he seemed to be.

Of course, the two wizards always seemed to find time to torment each other.
Severus used numerous curses on his rival to fine advantage but when it came to
mischief, Gildas could outdo the Weasley twins. He
had already impersonated the DADA teacher, giving contradictory instructions to
the class while wearing a Glamour when their real
professor had been �called� to the Headmaster�s office. Norbert had been
quickly trained to chase Severus across the Grounds whenever he ventured
outdoors, his entire wardrobe had been turned a lurid fuchsia, bottles of
shampoo were delivered by owl every morning for a month, and all the portraits
of Salazar Slytherin in the dungeons had been
replaced with Godric Gryffindor. Gildas� latest trick
had been entertaining the other teachers in the staff room by imitating the Slytherin Head of House during masturbation. Minerva
McGonagall had almost fainted when she entered the room during the performance
to hear what she thought was Snape�s voice howling in orgasm, and Filius Flitwick had laughed so
hard to see the facial expressions Gildas provided as a visual aid that he had
needed to go to the Hospital Wing for stomach cramps.

Her relationship with the new Care of Magical Creatures professor was renewed
after many reprisals on her end � he had admitted to accepting the job that
first night, when he had told her he had needed to send an owl to a
�colleague.� Gildas still wouldn�t tell her about the ever-present gloves for
some reason, and she resolved to ask Albus about it at the earliest opportunity
� she had the strange feeling that the Headmaster, as usual, knew a lot more
about his new employee than he let on. Her opportunity came one evening after
she came upon the elderly wizard ambling along the corridors. �Albus?� she
called.

The Headmaster turned around and greeted her politely. �Ah � excellent evening,
isn�t it, Hermione? I was just going down to check on Firenze�he�s
been complaining of fleas in his classroom.� He slowed and allowed the younger
witch to fall in step with him.

She wasn�t sure where to begin, or if he would even tell her what she wanted to
know, but she had to try. �Sir, I wanted to ask you something about�about
Gildas.� Now, what would make him stiffen like that? She forged on ahead.
�There�s something going on with him that I�d like to know about � why does he
always wear those gloves? He won�t tell me.�

Albus cleared his throat and adjusted his half-moon spectacles. �I�m not sure
it�s for me to say�let me assure you that he has good reason for it. More than
that, he will have to tell you himself�but I am surprised he hasn�t told
you already.�

Hermione sighed in irritation � would she never find out? �He�s probably been
too busy fighting with Severus,� she muttered to herself and saw a queer look
settle on Dumbledore�s face at her words. Deciding to probe a bit more, she
fired off another seemingly random comment. �It�s uncanny, how much they look
alike�almost as if they were separated at birth.� There. Albus gave a
great start and whipped his glasses off of his nose to clean them vigorously,
trying to hide his reaction. There was something going on here�and she had
always prided herself on being Hogwarts� foremost detective. She excused
herself with a smile and turned back towards her quarters before fetching up
short with an idea. The lingering smile broadened as she thought on it�yes, the
time for secrets was long past. Turning on her heel, she strode purposefully
towards the East Wing and Professor Gildas Murdoch.

He had some questions to answer.

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She took the steps two at a time before she could talk herself out of
this�there was no way she was letting him evade her queries this time. Why did
he have to live all the way up here, though? This section of the castle had
been shut down for years after the Death Eater attack blasted a hole in the
tower; it was barely hospitable for grindylows,
let alone wizards. Not to mention the fact that, ever since the war, the wards
had been so damaged that the usual flow of magic had been disrupted and left
the tower without the normal warming spells � any water used would be like ice,
and the air would be frigid. How could Gildas live up here? The air in the
stairwell was already getting so cold that she could see her breath clouding in
front of her face. After what seemed like an hour of climbing endless steps,
she finally arrived, puffing with exertion, at the door.

She rapped imperiously on it and heard the thud reverberate in the seldom-used
hall as she shifted from foot to foot, hugging herself against the chill. After
knocking twice more, a whispered �Alohamora!�
was enough to trip the lock and she removed three sets of wards (all the while
blessing her training for removing wards without alerting the witch or wizard
that had laid them)carefully before she stepped over the threshold, pushing the
huge steel-banded door open. There was no sign of Gildas, where�? Ah. Another
door was slightly ajar and she heard the sound of water running; he was taking
a shower. Hermione glanced around the room curiously�it was freezing in here,
but a fire blazed merrily in the huge hearth � an illusion only, she
ascertained by thrusting her hand into the flames. Myriad candles were lit and
set about the room, which was richly decorated in yellows, deep shades of red, and differing hues of blue with the occasional accent
of green here and there. It was a complete contrast to Severus� rooms, which
were almost exclusively furnished in Slytherin green
and Death Eater black. Lush tapestries depicted illuminated pages from the Book
of Kells; Hermione brushed them with admiring
fingers. She nosed around a bit more, running her fingers over the cloaks she
found hanging in a wardrobe (and those gloves lying on a table), smiling at the
black polish he used on his boots, and wandering into his bedroom to pick up his
pillow and rub her face against it, inhaling his scent.

After perusing his bookshelves � he had quite a collection � and pulling out a
copy of Advanced Tantric Sex Techniques: Exploring
the Kama Sutra, she suddenly realized that Gildas was taking a shower in
cold water�and taking far too long in it. Her curiousity
roused, she tiptoed to the door and reached to push it stealthily when it
opened from inside and she was greeted by the sight of Gildas Brandon Ephesias Christopher Murdoch, bare as the day he was born.
�Oh my,� Hermione breathed appreciatively � the object of her perusal stared at
her in shock, then swiftly reached behind himself for a towel which he held in
front of his body defensively.

�What the bloody hell are you doing in here?� he cried, starting to back up
into the bathroom again.

�I�m sorry, I just-�

�Go away!�

�I didn�t mean to, the door was ajar and I jus-� Hermione stopped in shock,
staring at his bare shoulder intently. He shuffled backwards again as she
advanced upon him and stretched out her hand.

Just before she came in contact with his skin, he tried to ward her off again.
�Really, Hermione � I think it�s time you left�don�t touch me!� but it was too
late, and her fingertips brushed his chest. A spark leaped from him, and a shock
ran up her hand�almost as if she had inserted a finger into a light socket.

�Gildas, this is�.wow,� she breathed. She could see tiny, flame-colored
runes dancing along his skin, swirling lazily across his muscled chest and down
around his hip; another curved around his thigh before traveling up and out of
sight behind the towel. Tapping his arm she got another shock, lesser this
time, and she raised her wonder-filled eyes to meet his wary ones. Trying a
joke, she informed him, �You�ve got Matrix code running all over you.�

Gildas sighed and gave up trying to hide his body from her, wrapping the towel
around his lean hips in a quick motion before motioning her into his bedroom.
He settled himself on the edge of the huge bed, gesturing to a chair. �Well,
now you know about it.�

Hermione declined to sit in the chair, and came over to the bed to sit beside
him so that she could study the runes more closely. �What are they, exactly?� They�re
beautiful, she thought. He explained that they had appeared when he was
seven years old and that they were the reason he had been put up for adoption.

�As far as I�ve been told, and experienced, most wizards need a wand to channel
their magic�I don�t have a wand because my magic�is in my skin. If I touch
something, I hex it � the runes form a spell somehow that interacts with
anything I come into contact with; that�s why I wear gloves year round. For
some reason, I don�t really feel heat or cold that much, either.�

�So the reason why you never kissed me for a long period of time,� Hermione
wondered aloud, �Is that something would have happened to me? But�I was
touching your bare skin, your lips.� Gildas gave her a wry smile and turned
around � starting from the nape of his neck and disappearing into the towel was
an intricate tattoo that looked to be a mixture of tribal and celtic design. �Ahhh�this keeps
your code from coming up onto your face,� she realized. She touched him again
and felt a shiver run through him. �Sorry, are my hands cold?�

�No,� he replied in a strangled voice, �They�re not � Hermione, please go�I�I
don�t want to hurt you.�

Hermione trailed her fingers down his spine noticing that, instead of shocking
her, the runes began to climb from his skin to hers. �Look, they like me,� she
laughed. �It kind of tickles. I wonder if it�d tickle
if I�?� she reached around him, stroking down his chest firmly and he gave up
the fight, turning in her arms to trap her beneath him. A quick jerk secured
the offending towel, and it was flung across the room so that there was nothing
else separating her from him... �I hate those damned gloves,� she said with
feeling as he bent his head to kiss her.

He smiled against her lips, sliding his hands over her body ardently before
stopping suddenly. �Hermione, are you � do you-�

She sighed in exasperation, wriggling against him. �Gildas, this is no time to
suffer a sudden attack of propriety � you�re still wet, have no clothes on, and
I really doubt that�s my wand digging into my hip. I�ve waited an entire summer
for this, so either shut your mouth or put it to good use,� she commanded, then
went on in a softer tone as she saw his eyes go round with surprise. �Be a
gentleman and help me take my robes off?�

Slyness quickly replaced astonishment, and he raised himself up to gather a
handful of her robes in one hand � his brows drew together in a slight frown,
then he jerked his hand away from her body�and the robes came away as neatly as
if he had used Divesto. �Like it?� he asked mischeviously. �Wait until you see what I can do with a
tablecloth.� He shifted his eyes down to her body then, and the flare of desire
she saw in them made her feel weak. �Lovely,� he sighed, long fingers leaving
trails of golden fire on her bare skin when he began to stroke her
worshipfully. The warmth of his body spread to encompass her, though by now she
was so aroused by his touch that she had almost ceased to feel the chill in the
air. He rolled her onto her stomach suddenly and straddled her, pressing his
body down against hers and rubbing slowly as he pulled her hair to one side and
placed kisses on her neck � she shuddered at the erotic sensation. �I can�t
bloody believe we could have done this the entire time,� he murmured, grinding
against her unhurriedly.

The tingling warmth of his runes seeped into Hermione�s limbs as she pressed up
against Gildas and he urged her over onto her back. Her fingers tangled in his
hair as he kissed and caressed her slowly. Her nipples, puckered tightly from
the cool air in the room, were licked until she arched up from the bed moaning,
then were sucked into his hot mouth as she wriggled
beneath him. �Touch me�everywhere,� she moaned, her body begging for more �
Severus had never paid this much attention to her. Gildas gave a low laugh and
pushed her up against the pillows, sliding one beneath her hips.

She moaned again as he spread her legs and settled between them, rubbing
against the coverlet unconsciously. �Oh! Be�be careful, will you?� she
stammered, never having experienced this before. He kissed the inside of her
thigh, looking up at her with lust-filled eyes�then he blew gently on her
folds, making her quiver. �Oh, gods�� she jerked uncontrollably when he bent
his head and laved her with his tongue. She had never felt anything so good,
and told him so. �I�m going to pass out, Gil��

He raised amused eyes to hers. �No, you�re not.� Then he brought his tongue
over her clitoris, rubbing against it slowly, then faster as she keened �
warmth grew low in her belly and, looking down, she could see the glow
spreading from his lips to her skin. The pleasure grew until it surged through
her wildly as she screamed his name and arched off the mattress in ecstasy. As
she slowly came back down to earth, she raised shaking hands and pushed her
damp hair back from her face where it clung to her cheeks and forehead. She
looked down at Gildas, who was in a very peculiar position � his arms were
still curled about her legs and his head was pillowed on one of her thighs, but
his legs were planted far apart and his back was arched like a cat�s�what was
he-? Oh. He was simply keeping himself from rubbing against the bed linens.

Hermione couldn�t imagine how it must be for him, not being able to participate
in the normal, everyday activities she took for granted; hugging her family,
shaking someone�s hand�.even indulging in lovemaking. Not that she could call
what she did with Severus Snape �making love�.

�Gildas,� she called softly. He looked up at her as she beckoned him up to her.
�Come here, love.� Gildas obediently crawled up, the worried look back on his
face.

�I don�t think I�ll last that long,� he said, his brow furrowed as he looked
down on her.

�Then don�t.� She drew his head down to hers to capture his lips in a searing
kiss, and felt his �code� flare in response.

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