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Chapter Seven – Revelations

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Severus’ worry about Hermione’s health was placated by the announcement from Poppy that she was fine, beside the bruising that would unfortunately need the muggle way of healing, therefore still leaving her tender and in a small bit of pain.

Severus tried to be happy knowing that Hermione was healthy physically but his mind worked over time upon thinking about the emotional state of the girl, he had no idea how she was fairing in that department, and he could only take things at face value.

He saw the involuntary shudder that wracked her feminine petite body, her reaction only caused his possessive and protective side to raise its head. A side that he wasn’t used to showing.

Upon Poppy’s departure Severus felt incredibly unsure of himself, the knowledge of their previous behaviour lingered between them, neither sure how to proceed.

Finally it was Severus who broke the silent tension.

“Perhaps you would like to use the bathroom facilities?” he asked, his obsidian eyes down cast.

Hermione nodded, but realised that the plush royal carpet of the professor’s sitting room seem to have captivated his attention.

“Please” she said softly, vocalising her response.

Without uttering another word Severus left, leaving Hermione unsure of how to proceed.

In all honesty she didn’t know what to say, the initial shock of their waking up together and the activity that followed was confusing. Confusing but very exhilarating.

And then his outburst at Poppy, the inadvertent wizards oath to protect her and the anger that flared in his eyes when Draco’s name was mentioned, had her questioning the bizarre situation she awoke to find herself in.

“Hermione?” Severus asked, his expression soft as he regarded the emotions that played across her face. He stood his bare back leant against the door frame observing her.

He watched as she physically shook herself from her musings.

“Yes?” she replied quietly.

“I assumed you would like a bath, I took the liberty of running one for you. I hope that I am not imposing, in assuming that?” he asked.

Hermione stood aghast in shock at the kind nature of her usual snarky and dreaded potions master.

“Thank you” she mumbled, following Severus into the large pristine white and gold marble bathroom.

Hermione thought it beautiful, much regal that even the prefect’s bathroom, and her head girl one.

She saw the large sunken bath, full to the brim with steaming hot water. Iridescent bubbles floating on the water’s surface. The smell of vanilla tantalizing her senses.

“Vanilla?” she asked quietly, looking at Severus. Vanilla was her favourite, but no one knew that, not even Harry and Ron.

A small smile tugged at the sides of Severus’ aristocratic lips.

“You smell of vanilla, Hermione. Sweet and subtle and easily missed, but I am a potions master. Your fragrance was, appealing.” He said finally making eye contact.

She noticed for the first time that he no longer wore his black silk pyjama bottoms, however in their place was a fluffy white towel, hung low on his perfectly V shaped waist.

Noticing her gaze, he spoke.

“I apologise, Hermione. In order to be ready for the headmaster, I too will have to shower.” He said softly, his long pale hand indicating at the large frosted glass cubicle.

“I realise you may be uncomfortable, but I assure you I will be unable to see you, and you will be unable to see me in return.”

Hermione nodded, approaching the fragrant bath. She saw the collection of towels, soaps and products that the potion’s master probably thought frivolous, and yet she felt overwhelmed by the kindness the action showed.

“Thank you, professor.” She said hesitantly, she noticed the frown cross the dark wizards face.

“I find it appropriate for the situation, Hermione. If in private you were to call me by my first name. I think I would like it very much if you were to call me, Severus.”

“Severus” she whispered, playing with the sound of his name uttered from her lips.

The sound of his name, uttered from the woman before him was almost his undoing. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze as he willed his erection to go unnoticed by the witch.

“Right well, I believe we should go about our routine as the headmaster will be expecting us.” He said still looking at Hermione.

Hermione smiled at the flustering professor before her, in all the seven years he had been her professor, she had never once seen him lose his calm exterior, and yet now, now he was different.

More over Hermione knew that the idea of showering with her professor in the room should be wrong, and make her feel uncomfortable. And yet like their ministrations earlier, it just felt… right.

Feeling an unfamiliar boldness and surge of confidence, Hermione removed the silk pyjama camisole top, exposing her pert breasts, the dusty pink nipples pebbling in the cool air of the dungeons.

The look on the professor’s face penetrated her to the bone. She could clearly see the look of longing and lust in his onyx eyes, she was her sure that her own amber ones reflected the very same emotions.

She was surprised by the persistent tingling in her core; the sense of urgency and need created under his watchful eye was disconcerting. It was an unfamiliar sensation, a sensation she had never expected to be the result of the snarky potions master’s gaze, and yet she didn’t care.

“You’re playing with fire, Hermione.” Severus growled, stepping quickly into the shower cubicle.

She watched as his blurry figure removed the towel, hanging it slightly over the glass. Studying the man before her she could make out the faint outline of Severus’ arousal. She giggled to herself, knowing that the shower would most probably be cold.

Her gaze still held by the impressive blurry figure in the shower, Hermione eased her way out of her silk shorts, before she descended the 3 marbles steps into the vast bubble bath.

The hot water engulfed her body, cleansing her aching limbs and soothing her.

Reaching the far side of the bath, Hermione gave one last look at the shower and the dark wizard within before submerging herself into the waters awaiting caress.

******

When Severus emerged from the shower his long black hair clung to his pale skin, the contrast of ebony and ivory startling, as if showing the two sides to the man. The droplet of water retained on his toned body, acting like pieces of glitter, as they illuminated his toned body as they caught the flicker of the wall lamps.

With the towel wrapped precariously around his waist he made his way over to the sink, noticing that the basin had divided into two pristine white marble basins: His and Hers.

The reminded that he had company made him glance at the floating body submerged in vanilla scented bubbles. He could scarcely make out the familiar chocolate and caramel coloured curls, which were darker and less pronounced due to their wet state.

Turning back to the sink before him, he continued with his usual cleansing regime, unaware that he was being watched by large amber eyes.

By the time Severus had finished shaving and applying the spicy aftershave, Severus’ eyes met Hermione’s in the mirror. He felt the newly familiar, if slightly unusual tugging towards her.

Hermione too felt the need to gravitate towards Severus, the need for closeness and intimacy was confusing, and yet all she could do was seek to fulfil her need.

In another act of boldness she made a request.

“Severus? Would you wash my back for me please?” she could feel the flush on her chest and face, but ignored it, hoping that he would give her the contact she craved.

******

Severus made no attempt to move, the shock having frozen him in time, suspended in the moment that would remain etched in his memory.

He fought the urge to blink for the fear that the vision before him would disappear rendering it a figment of his imagination.

He gulped deeply as he took in the appearance of the young witch, his student he reminded himself. The iridescent bubbles still covered the majority of her womanly curves, yet Severus could clearly see the exposed tops of her pert breasts. Her nipples enticed him as they peeked out at him through the soapy suds.

Severus stifled a moan, as he felt all his blood rush to his organ, his previous arousal have hiked up to a whole different level, it was almost painful, in a deliciously needy way.

Finally he blinked, and yet the image before him remained.

“Severus?” Hermione asked tentatively, she could see him internalising his thoughts.

She sat worrying, knowing that she had not only made Severus uncomfortable, but that she had also overstepped the mark of a teacher/ student relationships. And yet she still desired his touch.

“I-I’m sorry, sir” she stuttered, she fought the rising need that controlled her body. She needed to think, think less about how his hands would feel on her, and more about what was happening.

Professor Severus Snape, despised her, she was a swotty, prissy know-it-all Gryffindor. And he was the dreaded, snarky and dark potions master, they did not like each other, at all! So why was he sporting an unmistakeable hard on, courtesy of her? And why was she disappointed at the absence of his touch?

The rational part of her mind that seemed to be unable to send signals knew that the potions master would never do it. But the confused and needy part of her, which she wasn’t used too, was well, upset.

Feeling eyes on her she glanced up from the patch of water that had captivated her interest, to find midnight black eyes staring at her.

A shiver ran down her spine at the feral lustful look in his eyes. She could feel her body temperature rising in the increasingly cooling water.

The two stood locked in a trance with each other. Severus’ aristocratic lips slightly parted as were Hermione’s cupid bow ones.

Hermione’s tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip, the light catching it as it gleamed.

“Sir?” she whispered, breaking away from the intense eye contact.

“Severus” her replied, his silky baritone voice washing over her.

“Severus?” she sighted wistfully, meeting his eyes once again.

In three large steps Severus had strolled gracefully across to the bath and Hermione.

“Hermione, are you sure?” he asked huskily. Her timid nod of the head his only answer.

Still wrapped in the towel he eased himself onto the marble ledge behind Hermione, his long slender legs sinking into the now lukewarm water.

Hermione shuffled forward hesitantly, her breathing having hitched from the close proximity as her mind went into overdrive.

She heard rather than saw him pick up the wash cloth and soap, she could see in her peripheral vision as his talented hands laved the cloth with soap suds working it up into a thick foam.

Hermione jumped when she felt his hand move her wet tresses to the side of her neck as he worked the cloth over her back, his free hand massaging the soap into her soft skin.

Hermione sighed in contentment as the intimacy of the act quenched the aching need she felt, only for it to merge into a deeper fire within her, a fire that was stoked by the tiny pleasurable electric shocks that was elicited from the meeting of the professor’s skin on her own.

The professor was entirely thorough in his ministrations and task; she could feel him getting braver with each stroke of the cloth. She mewled softly when his hand skimmed the sides of her breasts, the cloth long forgotten.

Severus perched on the edge of the bath; Hermione’s sopping wet and warm body between his legs. His erection straining against the rough and yet soft material of the towel, with every sigh or moan he was brought closer to the edge until he was sure he would just take her there, and it was entirely tempting.

Suddenly he stood quickly, exiting the bath as a more than dishevelled Hermione looked on in confusion, at the loss of the warm firm hands on her body.

“I think it is perhaps wise we get breakfast.” He said clearing his throat; his silky voice was deep and husky, evidence of his arousal.

Taking a final look into the darkened lust clouded eyes of Hermione; he exited the bathroom, in favour of taking care of the persistent throbbing between his legs.

******

Severus has emerged from the bedroom at the same time Hermione had come from the bathroom. Each of them was dressed, fresh and waiting for the events of the day.

Severus had forgone his usual strict black teaching robes, instead dressing himself in a form fitting crisp white shirt and black slacks. His silky black hair was pulled back from his face, tied with a leather tie at the nape of his neck.

Hermione had emerged from the bathroom wearing stone washed hip hugging muggles skinny jeans, a light pink strappy top and a long sleeved thin grey cardigan at Severus’ insistence.

She hadn’t even felt the need to argue with him, only acted on his request, which surprised the potions master. But somehow Hermione knew that he only meant the best by her.

Her chocolate brown curls hung loosely framing her heart shaped face. Her amber eyes stared unwavering at the potions master’s chest, where his tattoo could clearly be made out underneath the clingy material.

Severus stared at the witch before him; he could once more feel a stronger tug on the bond between them. The urge to protect her and claim her as his own was frighteningly strong, but he would resist her!

He would have to be strong, he couldn’t afford another slip up like in the bathroom, it was obvious that Hermione was also feeling the pull too. And giving into the need only served to draw them together more, just like Dumbledore had said. And once more he couldn’t deny her a request; he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Suddenly Severus was aware of the amber orbs that once more stared deeply into his eyes. He was aware that Hermione’s face was coming closer to his own and that he could feel her minty fresh breath on his face, and yet he couldn’t move.

‘Goddammit Move!’ He screamed in his head, urging himself to move. He wanted to kiss the witch very much there was no denying that, but it was wrong. It felt right but it was very wrong. She was a student, a child in his care!

‘Not a child, Severus. A woman, your woman.” Came the voice in his head which sounded suspiciously like Albus Dumbledore.

******

Hermione was confused to say the least, after the incident in the bathroom; Hermione couldn’t help but feel inexplicably drawn to Severus Snape.

The need she felt in the bathroom had been sated almost instantaneously upon Severus’ touch, only to be replaced by an even deeper need. The jolt of electricity she felt at the initial contact has sensitised all her nerve endings. The entire thing was entirely… pleasurable and dare she say it, sigh worthy.

His fingers had caressed her back, arms, neck and on occasion a slight caress to her breasts, only gentle strokes to the side, which were obviously accidental, weren’t they?

She hardly believed the man had designs on her, and yet at this thought, she couldn’t help feel disappointed. She could recall their kiss from the night before, before everything happened. The way his supple lips manipulated hers, it had been a gentle kiss, yet passionate with a promise of more.

Staring into the darkness of his eyes once more, Hermione’s breath hitched at their close proximity and the heat that radiated of his body. Hermione closed her eyes, she knew it was wrong he was her professor, but she needed to feel his lips on hers again, even if it was only for a moment.

******

Severus’ inner turmoil was halted as soon as Hermione’s lips touched his. As soon as they met he was a lost man, and yet it was as if he had finally found himself, the missing piece to make him whole. It was such a contradiction.

Giving into the kiss he delved into her mouth, kissing her into submission.

He needed to consume her, claim her and most importantly connect with her, he didn’t know how but he just had to.

Each of the two was consumed with the other, as they sort out some unknown treasure from the other.

Neither noticed the blinding white light that engulfed them, growing larger as the kiss intensified.

Soon the lack of oxygen caused the two to break apart. The white light dissipated immediately, leaving the couple none the wiser to its existence.

Staring meekly at each other there was a pregnant pause until the pop of a house elf announced breakfast.

******

Albus had arrived during the quiet affair that was breakfast, accompanied by Minerva, Nymphadora Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt. The latter two of the group wore the full auror uniform.

Four pair of kind but sympathetic eyes watched Hermione, effectively putting her off the small amount of food on her plate, much to Severus’ chagrin.

“How are you feeling, Hermione?” Minerva fussed, Hermione gave a weak smile.

“I’ve been better, just ache a little bit but it’s nothing to worry about, really.” Hermione said softly as she embraced Tonks.

“Well I hope that Severus has been taking good care of you.” Minerva said, giving a pointed glance at both Severus and Hermione. Her brown eyes twinkling just like the omniscient headmaster. Hermione blushed profusely at the possibility of anyone knowing their interactions.

Sensing Hermione’s discomfort at the situation, Severus snapped.

“Since the pleasantries have been exchanged, do you think we could move on? Hermione needs to rest, not have to relive last night’s events!”

Hermione looked shocked, and yet relieved. She didn’t know how but she was glad that the professor had picked up on her unease.

Their interactions together had been anything but normal, it was weird how comforting it was to have him understand her. How was it the man that had insulted and undermined her was the only one that could effectively offer her comfort?

Effectively she needed him. She needed him because he understood, he had found her, he had… saved her!

“Yes, yes my boy. I quite agree.” Albus said sitting in one of the wing back chairs, staring as the rest of the ensemble took the remaining seats or transfigured ones.

Hermione smiled softly at Severus, hoping that it would convey her thanks.

******

The seating arrangement for Hermione and Severus’ statements had obviously been staged, Severus reflected. It definitely wasn’t a coincidence that he and Hermione had ended up sat together on the cream love seat.

But in some aspects it had had its perks, throughout the ordeal of recounting the events Severus was able to pick up on Hermione’s anxiety and fears, and therefore he was able to comfort her. Like now he sat listening ardently, his black eyes watching her pained expression, taking in the tears that fell down her cheeks. His large calloused hand, held Hermione’s smaller one, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

It wasn’t much but it was enough to give her the strength to carry on.

However his small action didn’t go unnoticed by the four other occupants in the room. The two aurors stared dumbfounded at the couple, taking in that Severus Snape was not only comforting the Gryffindor princess but that he had actively engaged in physical contact with her!

The two elderly professors simply looked at one another, a small smile gracing each of their lips, their eyes twinkling like a starry night’s sky.

After nearly an hour of going through the bases the meeting was adjourned.

“If you need anything, remember anything at all, let me know Hermione.” Came the smooth voice of Kingsley, as he shook hands with the petite witch.

Severus had to resist a growl at the contact between the two, he knew he was being irrational but he didn’t like it.

“Thank you Kingsley, Tonks.” She said hugging the pink haired witch again.

“We’ll make sure he doesn’t get out ‘Mione” she murmured.

Hermione nodded her head, and watched as Severus escorted them from his rooms.

******

When Severus re-entered his living room, it was to see Albus, Minerva and Hermione sat with a recently appeared tea set.

Albus looked at Severus, smiling softly, before indicating that he should join them.

After a few silent tense minutes, Severus spoke.

“Albus, please can you for once in your life not hold your cards so close to your chest? It’s exhausting and Hermione is in no state to play mind games. Please just tell her.” He asked almost pleadingly, however the edge to his voice was still there.

Albus nodded, placing his china cup and plate on the expensive glass coffee table.

“Hermione, have you been feeling… different today?” he asked softly.

Hermione swallowed the mouthful of tea, before looking hesitantly towards Severus and nodding her head.

“As I thought.” He smiled reassuringly.

“You see Hermione you are a very powerful witch, however you have yet to reach your full potential, your escape from Mr Malfoy was a manifestation into your magical abilities. Unfortunately you’re full magical inheritance cannot be unlocked because you are missing something.” He explained.

“Missing something, sir?” Hermione asked her confusion evident in her voice.

“Yes, you see, a part of your soul is fragmented causing you to have imbalanced magic, and until you find that missing part you will be unable to access your magic properly.”

“But how do I find it? How does one go about finding a missing part of their soul, headmaster?” Hermione asked.

Here Dumbledore smiled at Severus, Hermione failed to notice however, stating intently at the headmaster.

“Your escape from Mr Malfoy, Hermione was impressive, although you did not actively do anything to free yourself your innate magic burst forth. The innate magic you never knew you existed. My dear child, it can only be access when you have connected with another with an imbalance.” He said softly.

Hermione shook her head “I’m sorry sir, I don’t understand.”

Severus sighed deeply, He knew this would happen; of course it would be his responsibility to tell her the truth.

“Hermione what the headmaster fails to tell you coherently is that your magic is restrained by an imbalance in your soul, because of a missing fragment. I like you also have an imbalance in my soul, an imbalance that is identical to yours…”

Hermione gasped.

“I feel I should tell you that myself and the headmaster had intuition that you two were the others missing piece.” Minerva said softly, staring at Hermione.

“Yes it was only suspicion that you two would connect and be compatible however; it was revealed today that you were predestined to be together.” Dumbledore said taking a sip of his sweet tea.

Severus gave him a stern look that clearly indicated that he should continue, placing his tea back on the table Albus yielded to the potions masters dark stare.

“Approximately 15 minutes before we arrived here to take the statements, the wards in my office alerted me to a strong magical field radiating within the castle. The magical field lasted for around 5 minutes before disappearing, however in that time I was able to pinpoint the source…”

Minerva rolled her eyes. “It was you two; the magical current was generated by you two. When you kissed (here she blushed) you connected sparking your souls to attract towards each other, confirming that you are indeed soul mates.”

Hermione’s eyes widened but she didn’t speak, only listened to the surreal conversation around her.

“You have to understand Hermione this is a rare situation, the initial kiss you shared with Severus here was only the start. It sparked the need in each of your souls because it recognised the missing piece in the other. However your kiss was a chain reaction in events.” Albus said smiling.

“You will be drawn to each other through no accord of your own; you will need, breathe and protect each other. Over the coming weeks your need for each other will be unobtainable, you will feel the need to complete the process to fill the void.”

Hermione raise her palm looking at Severus but speaking to the headmaster “The process sir? What process?”

Severus looked down at the witch before him.

Grasping her hands he spoke in a soft tone.

“Hermione the process is an indication of the attraction between our souls. Because our bodies and minds recognise that we are meant for each other, it seeks completion. It seeks to fulfil the deepest level of intimacy a person can have with another.”

“Sex?” she asked meekly.

Severus nodded his head “It is one of the stages yes, but in actuality it is the final step before we lose the ability to fight the pull. The feelings and pull we feel are trying to get us to initiate the act of love, so that the rest can take over for us to be truly bound together.”

Hermione just nodded.

“However the process has a dangerous outcome, when and if the process is completed you and Severus will become one life force, if he dies, Hermione so will you, and vice versa. It’s not a decision to make impulsively.” Minerva said staring at the doe eyed girl.

“The decision is between you two. It is a decision you have to make together. You will be pulled together by the attraction of your souls, but it is possible to fight against the pull, if you so wish to. However if the process is unfulfilled you both will live with the continued emptiness you feel. If you complete another step of the process however, the pull will become stronger.”

Hermione wanted to cry, she already knew that the pull was getting stronger, and she already found it hard to fight.

“So is it just an attraction, how does it work with feelings?” she asked almost inaudibly.

Albus thought for a moment.

“My dear as far as it is known the process merely works on lust. It will not make you fall in love, however it has been recorded that it usually happens of free will, but it is not forced, if that’s what you mean.” He replied.

Suddenly Hermione stood up. “I-I need to go. Can I go?” she said looking at Severus.

Severus look taken a back, why was she asking him? He watched as she shuffled from foot to foot, her arms wrapped protectively around her.

“Will you be back?” he asked softly, so only she could hear.

She nodded. “Air, I just need some air. Please?”

He nodded, and with that she was gone.

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A/N: Hi guys, I so sorry that this chapter has been delayed in being posted, I hope you will forgive me, real life sucks. So what do you guys think? Let me know?

MadamDragon: I don't think he would even need the wizards oath I think he would protect her even without the oath. he seems like that kinda guy to me. a man of his word.

HarryGinny4eva: you gave me the idea of the sigh- worthy bit (hope you don't mind) I'm not sure if I'm done with Draco yet, but we'll see how he fits into the story. hope you liked Hermione finding out, more next chapter.

Slytheringriffendor21: I'm glad you like the way I potray the connection, its quite difficult sometimes to say what I want to.

MoodySavage: I've tried to include how Hermione feels with the pull, what do you think?

Sassy_p: I hope you liked this chapter, hoping everything is well with the little one.

Irisheather: I think we learn from her mistakes, sometimes we can be blinded by what we want to see, perhaps she really hoped he had changed? and Severus didnt really give her a chance before now to be an option. I hope your still enjoying it.

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