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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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The door clicked shut behind her, and after a few moment of stillness, Snape finally let out his held breath and relaxed. That had been close. He'd caught himself staring at her more than once as she had eaten, and was sure that she had realised at least once. He'd had to quickly look away as she glanced up at him, feeling heat creep into his cheeks. He had hoped the girl wouldn't notice his flushed face. Get a grip on yourself. What is wrong with you?
He couldn't believe he'd not noticed how thin and ill she was looking before now. The light from the fire had played over her gaunt, pale face as she'd eaten. The more she ate, the worse she looked, but yet she kept pushing the food reluctantly into her mouth. He'd realised after a while that she was probably struggling after not eating much for over a week, and had taken pity on her, sending her away for some much needed rest.
Then she'd stood and their eyes had met, his breath catching at the sight of her, her eyes dark and red lips slightly parted. The fire behind her had lit up the wisps of hair that hung around her curls, giving her a golden halo, also showing him the outline of her slender body beneath the shapeless dress she wore. He'd been a breath away from throwing her onto the desk and taking his pleasure of her. The girl wouldn't have minded, not judging by the look in her eyes as she'd stared back at him. He'd had to clench his fists at his sides to stop from reaching out to touch her.
Snape's reverie was interrupted by a quiet pop as the house elves cleared the finished dishes from his desk. With an almost inaudible sigh he pulled his mind away from the girl, and went in search of some of his rarer tomes on potions, trying to find some inspiration.
An hour or so later, he snapped closed a particularly tedious book on the various uses of water-based plants in neutralising poisons. Nothing had sparked any new ideas, so he decided to return to his lab and finish the current variation of the draught he was trying to create, and hope that some revelation would come.
He left his library, extinguishing the many candles with an absent wave of his hand. Opening the door to his bedroom slowly, he crept across the dimly lit room. It wasn't that late, but he'd sent the girl to bed some time ago, and hopefully she was asleep. He had planned to sneak straight through into the lab, but his feet unconsciously took him to the side of the bed.
A single candle burned on the drawers by the side of the bed, and he could just make out the peaceful face of the girl burrowed into his pillow. She lay facing him, one hand grasping the corner of the sheet tightly, but it had fallen down over her waist. Her arm covered her bare breasts, but he could make out enough of her soft curves, slighter than they were the last time he had run his hands over them, but still enough to make him ache with need for her.
Without thinking, he reached down to touch a strand of hair that was lying across her cheek, and before he knew it, his finger was trailing gently down her soft cheek. When her eyes fluttered open it seemed only natural for him to bend down and press his lips to hers. Her mouth was soft and warm under his, and he tangled his hands in her hair to pull her closer.
It was only when he felt her stiffen beneath him in surprise that he realised what he had done. Pulling back quickly he ignored her wide eyed expression, turning away from her as she sat up and reached out one hand towards him as if to pull him back, the other pulling up the sheets around her chest. His mind raced as he debated what to do next. He would be breaking his promise to Minerva if he did what every nerve in his body was screaming at him to do, not to mention risking everything he'd worked for over so many years. Slowly he faced the girl again.
She was staring up at him with a wary look on her face, although he could see the flicker of hope in her eyes. Snape didn't speak or make any movement towards her, and after a few moments the girl dropped her outstretched hand back down to the bed, looking disappointed. With all the strength he had left in him, he spun and left the room before she found the courage to question him. Closing the lab door behind him he slumped back against the wall, wondering whether he'd ruined it all in one thoughtless moment, and half sure that even if he had, it would have been worth it.
(6 days later)
It was early evening. Snape was at his desk in his study, going through some paperwork pertaining to school administration, and reflecting on the past week with the girl. He'd spent the whole week thinking about her, refusing to answer Albus' concerned questions about what was bothering him. He couldn't have voiced the problem if he'd tried.
She'd not said a word about the kiss he'd given her six days ago, although something in her manner had changed. He'd not changed in his demeanour towards her, not consciously at least, but the melancholy air that had surrounded her had disappeared. She'd still worked as hard to master the spells and memorise the books he gave her, but she'd put back on some of the weight she'd lost, and there was a warmth in her eyes that had not been there for a while.
He'd woken once in the night to find his arms wrapped around her once again. Fortunately he'd managed to extract himself without disturbing her, although for a few moments he had just held her and pretended that he lived in a world without a Dark Lord, and where he was free to care for the woman in his arms. Such thoughts were dangerous, but despite the risks he'd been unable to stop fantasising all week about the defeat of the Dark Lord, and a life with her by his side. An absurd delusion, and one that had almost been his undoing.
He'd been called briefly before the Dark Lord the previous day, ostensibly to check up on the situations at Hogwarts, but Snape had sensed an undercurrent of uncertainty in his manner. There was something else going on, and Snape couldn't figure out what. He was used to being in the Dark Lord's confidence, and this sudden change worried him greatly.
When the Dark Lord had probed his memory, the sense of mistrust that Snape could feel emanating from him was almost tangible, although someone less skilled in the arts of Occlumency and Legilimency would likely not have noticed. It had taken all his abilities to stop the Dark Lord from seeing memories and thoughts of the girl that needed to be kept hidden. He'd been so pre-occupied with his own wishes that he'd barely been able to keep up the walls in his mind that were needed to keep the Dark Lord out, and he'd had to frantically pushed forward image after image of the girl's lessons to keep him from looking further.
The Dark Lord had been delighted with her progress, but his pleasure had quickly turned to irritation as the conversation quickly turned to other events at Hogwarts. Several of the Gryffindor's had been making trouble and had holed themselves up in the Room of Requirement, the Carrows unable to get in to catch them. Luckily the Dark Lord was unaware of just how much power Snape had over the castle as Headmaster, and had not known he would be able to enter the Room as easily as his own study, had he wished to.
He'd still earned the Dark Lord's displeasure for not having dealt with the offenders, and had expected to be punished, but strangely the Dark Lord had chosen not to turn his wand on him. Instead he'd been dismissed, with orders to deal with the students immediately. The Dark Lord disliked having anyone, even children, openly defying him or his servants. Snape had so far delayed dealing with the problem, but he knew he could only put it off for so long. Exactly how he was to resolve the issue, without having to punish the students far harsher than he liked, was the dilemma holding him back.
Snape realised suddenly that he'd been daydreaming again, something that he'd never been prone to before. The pile of work in front of him was getting no smaller, and with a sigh he set to work again. It was not long before a scuffling noise alerted him to the fact that there was someone else in the room. In one smooth movement he pulled out his wand from his sleeve and stood, holding it out at the figure on the opposite side of the desk.
He gaped for a moment before finding his voice. "You… how did you get in here?"
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