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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 tensed as he stepped closer to the girl. He could feel his heart pounding harder in his chest as her delicate scent washed over him. His hands shook slightly as he lifted the chain over both of their heads. He looked down at her for a moment, observing carefully how the red around her eyes faded into the dark circles beneath, that were indicative of more than one restless night's sleep.
He could tell by the way she was wriggling her nose that she'd been crying ,or at least trying hard not to. Her face was pale and drawn, and she hadn't been able to look him in the eyes since they'd been in bed together earlier that morning. Snape itched to take her in his arms and soothe her pain, but he knew he couldn't afford to let his resolve crumble.
With an inaudible sight he tore his eyes away from her melancholy face, and pulled out his wand, pointing it at the small hourglass dangling off the chain in his hand.
"Reflecto die," he said, tapping it gently.
The girl looked puzzled. "Die…day? Reflecto? I'm not sure I know that one…"
"Turn, or turn backwards," he replied absently, rotating the hourglass twice.
"I didn't know you could do that," she said with a curious look at the time-turner as the past hours started to roll back around them. Snape smirked instead of voicing the caustic remark that had come so naturally to his lips about little know-it-alls.
The previous two days were now playing out around them in fast re-wind. He watched with interest as again he saw Minerva deep in conversation with him and then Hermione. Time flew back, and suddenly he was leaning over the girl in the bed he had transfigured for her. He felt the girl beside him shift and he looked down to see her eyes averted from the scene.
By the time he looked back up Minerva had disappeared completely, and he got quick glimpses of the girl researching, the argument they'd had, and then the girl began to dip in and out of the pensieve as his past self whizzed around the room, pacing furiously in agitation. Then they were gone, and the reversal of time slowed and paused for a short moment before resuming its normal crawl forward.
The girl breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he unwound the chain from around them and she stepped quickly away from him. As her soft scent receded a sudden urge swept through him, to pull her back, wrap his arms around her and bury his nose in her hair, to smell that delicate fragrance again. He twitched with the effort of holding himself back. How am I going to get through the next few days? I must keep her away until I can control myself. This can't go on!
He realised the girl had moved towards the entrance to his chambers, but noticing his hesitation had turned to wait for him, a small frown on her face. He quickly swept past her, opening the door and entering his chambers quietly.
They made their way along to the kitchen and he ushered her in silence. He waved in the direction of one of the tall stools that sat under the counter.
"Sit there and don't make any noise." Hermione did as told, her eyes fixed to the floor as he paced backwards and forwards across her line of sight. Every few paces he lifted his eyes to the clock. It was almost time. He stopped pacing, moving to stand by the closed door, listening intently. Finally he heard the click of a door closing further down the hall, and footsteps pass by in the direction of the study. The girl shifted slightly on her chair and he whipped his head round to glare at her, making sure she wasn't about to make any noise.
The eyes which had been watching him keenly darted away as he turned to face her, and he quickly returned his attention to what was happening outside the door. Soon there was another click, and he had to strain to hear the soft padding of bare feet down the hall before he heard the study door close with a thud. He waited a few more moments, although he already knew that no one would be returning.
He then turned to the girl behind him. "Let's go. Into my bedroom and get into bed. Make sure you put everything in the same place you left it on Thursday night. I'll be in in a moment."
The girl left without a word, and Snape followed her out, going instead into the library where he pulled out the miniature books and parchment from his pockets and placed it on a shelf in the cupboard. The folded piece that the girl had handed him just before they had travelled back in time sat on the top, in its original size. He touched it carefully, wondering what the girl had thought of last minute while in such a state. But he'd promised not to look at any of her notes, so left it folded and unread.
Before closing and warding the door once again he pulled an empty phial from the top shelf and rolled it around in his fingers thoughtfully for a few moments. Another memory to be extracted from the girl's head. How much longer was this to continue? The length of time it was taking to show the girl her memories was getting longer and longer, and he had no idea what she was looking for during the time she had been researching, let alone if she had found anything of use. He needed the situation to end as soon as possible, to preserve his own sanity, and for the girl's own well-being.
Realising he'd been standing there for a minute or more he left the room, crossing the hallway and entering the bedroom. The girl was waiting for him in bed, a nervous expression on her face. She'd removed her dress and placed it over the chair as she'd left it before, and was lying naked under the covers. As he sat down beside her he tried to avert his eyes from the creamy skin of her shoulders and at the base of her neck that peeked above the sheets, but his eyes kept on returning as if drawn with a magnet. How he longed to press his lips to the pulse he could see beating faintly in her neck, and taste her.
She noticed the way he had bitten his lower lip at the thought, and was staring at his mouth, transfixed, her eyes wide with the same longing he was sure could be seen in his own. No! You must control this. She cannot be yours! He shifted away slightly and turned, letting his hair fall down over his face to hide the anguish on his face. When had he stopped being able to hide his emotions around her?
After a few seconds to compose himself he turned back to her. "You saw how to do this before, can you remember or do I need to explain?"
"I think I know what to do." She still looked slightly uncertain, but strangely relieved. He couldn't imagine why. She'd only ever been nervous when it got to this point. "I'm ready."
He lifted his wand to her head as she closed her eyes, and before long he was depositing a long silver strand in the phial in his hand. The girl lay still and quiet, and when he pressed his wand to her temple once again she opened her eyes, staring straight up at him with no expression. He hesitated a moment, but she said nothing.
"Obliviate," he whispered.
It was only later that he realised that for the first time, she had not forgiven him for what he had done, and what he would have to do.
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