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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snape woke to find his face pressed into the girl's hair, her body tight spooned tight against his, and his growing erection hot between them. They had managed to roll together in the centre of the bed, despite his best intentions. Shit! Please be asleep still… Carefully he lifted his arm from around her waist and pulled back. The girl grumbled with the loss of heat and wriggled slightly. It seemed like he was in luck. He would have found it hard to convince her of his indifference if she'd been aware of the way he'd been rubbing himself against her arse as he'd emerged from sleep.
He shifted backward, trying to put some space between them. She fell silent and motionless again. Snape twisted his neck, trying to see the time on the clock behind him. 3.50am. They didn't need to be up for another two hours. He rolled slowly onto his back and lay there quietly, trying to think of anything to take his mind off the warm body he'd been holding in his arms until a few moments ago.
This was precisely why he'd been so unwilling to share the bed with her. He'd tried once again to refuse her entreaties, but she hadn't backed down and he'd been unable to deny her in the end. She was almost as stubborn as him, but if it wasn't for the ache he could still feel and the thought of the work they would be doing the next day he would have insisted on taking the chair once again. His traitorous body had warmed at the thought of sharing a bed with her, but he'd done his best to ignore the way his cock had twitched and sworn inwardly to keep to his side of the bed.
He'd let her use the small bathroom off the study first, and then taken his own time getting ready, hoping for the girl to be in bed as asleep already. Upon re-entering the room he thought his wish had been granted, for she was lying motionless on the far side, her back to him. But as he had lifted the cover and slid in she had rolled over to face him, her brown eyes studying him intently. He had held her gaze for a few moments, but the moment she had reached out her hand to his face he had pulled away and rolled over, putting his back to her.
He'd known what she had wanted. The conversation the day before had not been resolved to her satisfaction, and up until that moment she still hadn't understood that she wasn't going to get what she wanted from him. The slight shaking of the mattress from her uneven breathing and the muffled sniffs from behind had told him that maybe she had finally realised. He had tried his hardest to ignore her covert sobs, hating himself for being the cause of them, and it was only after the girl had stilled and her breathing slowed that he was able to fall asleep himself.
The disgust he now felt at himself for causing the girl yet more pain on top of everything she had been through in the past month had finally killed his erection. He sighed quietly in relief and rolled over towards the girl again, meaning to scoot backwards and put as much distance between them as possible. As he moved, so did the girl, turning to face him also, her eyes open. They lay silently, looking at each other. There were dark circles under her eyes and something in their expression seemed to be pleading with him, but he was unrelenting.
After a moment or two she turned her face away slightly, closing her eyes. "Is it time? she whispered hoarsely.
"Not yet. Go back to sleep. I will wake you in a few hours," he replied.
She looked at him once more, before rolling away. Snape lay still, trying to sleep again, but he was haunted by the hollow look the girl had just given him. She seemed defeated somehow. Another wave of guilt swept through him, making his stomach tighten uncomfortably. It's for the best. I'll only cause her more pain in the long run. I always do. Lily...
She drifted back off to sleep eventually, constantly aware of the tightness in her stomach as she dreamt. When she was finally shaken awake a few hours later she was relieved to leave behind the shadowy images that had haunted her all night. She was almost looking forward to being Obliviated, so she could forget his rejection of her.
Hermione quickly climbed out of bed, once more grabbing the plain grey dress she had been wearing. She crossed over to the bathroom, her eyes averted from the figure of Snape who was hovering by the desk, already dressed. She used the bathroom quickly, and changed her clothes, not pausing to glance in the mirror since she could already guess at how awful she looked.
By the time she had exited the bathroom the bed had disappeared, everything back in its normal place. Snape was just reducing her large stack of books and slipping them into his pockets. She ran over to his side before he could do the same to her notes, and pulled a small piece of folded parchment out from near the top of the stack. Looking up for the first time at him that morning, she was surprised at the quickly concealed expression of sadness in his eyes.
She frowned at him for a moment before realising he was beginning to become impatient with her. "I… Would you be able to pass this onto Professor McGonagall, please?" She held out the parchment to him, and he took it, careful not to let his fingers touch hers.
"I will make sure she receives this as soon as it can be arranged," he said indifferently, turning away from her once again and shrinking the rest of the pile before stuffing her notes into another pocket.
Hermione felt her stomach contract again at his cool words. She couldn't fathom why his attitude had changed so much in such a short space of time. He seemed more detached and uncaring to her than he had been at any point since she had returned to Hogwarts as his captive. She turned her back to him and walked down the few steps to the main office floor, trying to regain her composure and take her mind off the sick feeling in her stomach. What had happened to make him behave so?
She recalled the heated argument they'd had two days ago now, the way he had at first allowed her to run her fingers over his face, then how he had tried to frighten and intimidate her with his past. She hadn't accepted his words then, and he had beaten a hasty retreat from her. What was it that Dumbledore had said? That he was used to keeping people at arm's length, and needed someone who could understand what he had been through.
When she had awoken after being hit with McGonagall's spell he had been so gentle, apologising for his harsh words and saying her name so tenderly. She touched the inside of her wrist where he had kissed her. It barely seemed real now, he'd been so cold with her since then. How could he kiss her one moment and ignore her so completely the next.
"There's… there's someone else, isn't there?" She felt cold as her own words from two days previous suddenly swirled around in her head. He'd never answered the question. And now that she thought about it, it wasn't the first time the thought had occurred to her. Dumbledore may think she was a good match for him, but that didn't mean there wasn't someone he didn't know about. He couldn't know everything about the man.
What about that photo in his bedroom, the first night you were here? Her memory self had had a better look at it, but she'd been standing off to one side as the memory played out and hadn't seen more than the frame, as Snape had quickly deposited it in one of the drawers by the bed. Her stomach clenched tightly and once again tears threatened to fall. There was someone else, and Hermione's own feelings for him were completely unrequited. She had obviously misread Snape's concern and guilt over her situation as something more. She loved him, and he would never love her back.
A tap on her shoulder made her start, and she turned around and looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes. There was no way he couldn't see that she was upset, but he chose not to comment, his mouth tightening for a moment before he spoke.
"It's time. Are you ready?"
"Oh, I… uh…" She looked wildly round the room, flustered by his closeness. Her eyes fell on the quill sitting in ink on his now bare desk. "I've just thought of something. Let me write it down quickly, and it can go with the rest."
She scrambled over to the desk, relieved to put some distance between them. His masculine smell seemed to linger in her purposefully, mocking her with what she couldn't have. Grabbing a scrap of parchment she scribbled a short message to herself. S doesn't feel the same way. He has someone else. Don't be a fool! She underlined the last word twice, scratching viciously with the quill.
Replacing it back in the pot she folded the parchment over a few times before turning back to Snape. He was watching her with one eyebrow raised questioningly. She gave the parchment to him, and it was put with the rest.
"Now, if you are ready…?"
She nodded her assent, and he stepped closer to her, pulling out the time turner from his top breast pocket.
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