A Better Fate *COMPLETE* | By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Cht. 6, Of Dreams and Fantasies
Later that evening, Severus stood on the crest of the same hill, this time looking down into another small hollow, in the middle of which was a clearing ringed with light. Around the darkened edge of it, weaving through bushes and around trees was a narrow pathway. As he watched, a figure draped in a hooded cloak walked silently through to a huge willow tree quite a way beyond. Just before she dipped behind the draping branches, the girl drew her hood down around her shoulders and spared a glance over her shoulder.
Severus knew that profile anywhere, even in scant moonlight with a short crop of wavy hair just beginning to curl again at the ends. It was Hermione Granger, but what was she doing? Before he could even take a step, he watched amazed as she pointed a finger toward the ground and began tracing a ring of golden colored light around herself using the circle of branches as a natural boundary. As she completed the circle, the light lanced up, shutting out everything beyond and carving a magical layer of protection that kept out even the sight of what she was doing.
He watched for only a few minutes, surprised at the level of magic that she had apparently achieved thus far. True she was a singularly gifted witch, he was still reluctant to admit, but he had yet to be taught this magic. Frankly it rankled that Granger be exposed to it first. As he watched her glowing circle of protection, Severus made a note to ask when they would be allowed to learn such a useful bit of magic. Knowing it was jealousy, Severus acknowledged the feeling and wondering if and how he could approach Miss Granger to teach him this, perhaps in exchange for some help with the archery now that he had mastered it. She surely seemed to need it from what he had seen across field that day.
As he stood there musing, Severus sensed the presence of someone close by. Reaching for a wand that was no longer there, he spun and was caught up short when he saw not a person, but the same stag he had encountered his first night in the fairy world. He shook his rack and looked off to the distant clearing where another woman, shrouded in black was finishing the traces on her own magic circle. With hers, unlike Hermione’s, he could see all that went on within the ring. Once she returned to the center, the woman raised her arms above her, saluting the waxing moon and then drew the cloak from her body revealing her naked form.
Severus sucked in a breath and his voice hitched, for he had been just on the verge of asking the horned one beside him what sort of ritual they were watching. He looked on instead, entranced as she began a slow sinuous dance. The night sounds around them seemed to pick up her rhythm and beat in time to her swaying, or was it the other way around, he thought. Severus was half tempted to start swaying himself, and felt his gaze raking over her curvy form swathed in moonlight and nothing else. Then suddenly remembering his companion, he cleared his throat and looked over at the stag, who flicked his ears at Severus’ apparent discomfort. The gesture almost seemed amused somehow as the great beast tilted his head.
“Who are you,” Severus asked in awe.
“I am Cernunnos, master of this forest, of dreams, of the Other realm where you would have come. Scathach and Cailleach saved you from me for the time being, but to me you will come eventually, as did your family and most of your friends, Severus.”
“I am alone in this world,” Severus said, not for the first time since Dumbledore had died. “There is no one I care for left.”
“Is there?” said Cernunnos.
As he said this, Severus saw the woman turn in her dance, baring her face to the moon above. It was Lasair. Moonlight streamed over her face and hair, gleaming across the swell of her breasts, and Severus felt a throb of yearning pull through him. He looked back to make some comment to the stag god, but he was alone on the crest of the hill. Turning his head back to the hollow below, his breath caught. She was looking back at him, watching as if waiting to see what he would do. Wondering how she felt about the intrusion, Severus was about to make some attempt at apology when she stepped forward. Just one step, but he knew as one knows in dreams, that he was welcome into her circle.
He stepped lightly down the hill to the glowing barrier and looked up at Lasair. As if to answer his question, she inclined her head and he walked through. Letting his gaze drift down, wondering if he would be chastised for it, Severus took in the gentle curves of her body. He saw her quiver under his watchful eye like a filly who was unsure if she should bolt or come closer. Instead it was he again who closed the gap between them, his hand reaching up as if on its own accord and sweeping feather light across her cheek as though he was afraid she would vanish.
Her breath caught in her chest and Lasair’s eyes closed. Her lashes an inky fringe on the apples of her cheeks, her lips parted as her tongue darted out to the lick them. Lasair tipped her chin up, waiting, and Severus, ever the opportunistic Slytherin dipped his mouth to hers and claimed it in one fluid motion. His arms snaked around her sides, a hand nestling in her hair and cradling the back of her head, the other grazing over the curve of her hip. His teeth caught her lower lip and nibbled, testing. Her mouth opened on a sigh and her back arched, fullness of her breasts sending shivers of recognition through him as he felt their yielding pressure against his own chest. He slid his tongue over hers, savoring the flavor of her and moaned aloud, only to sit bolt upright when someone beside him coughed.
He looked over to see that he was back in the all male bunker under the great oak. Cian, across the way, rolled over in his sleep and groaned even as Severus sighed softly at the unfortunate timing of his new friend. As he looked back over, however, he wondered where Cian’s dreams took him and if Hermione played into them the way Lasair did into his. It was a strange world he found himself in, and he had a feeling that here dreams and reality were very much melded together indeed.
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