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The Weaving	By : Jmedea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7951 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter I: The Creation
The magic was flowing through her like music. Her eyes were tightly shut, her fingers dancing quickly, weaving…something.

It was almost like being hypnotized, being so focused and concentrated on what one was doing that you lost all sense of time and space. All she knew was the magic and the rhythm that it was forcibly pulsing through her body.

She had never expected it to feel this way, when she decided to do this particular work. Maybe it was the power she was working with. Maybe it was her intent. Maybe it was the emotion that caused all of it. Maybe it was a combination of all of it and for all that she could feel her power draining right out of her, it didn’t matter one little bit. It was for him.

She loved him.

Loved him, loved him, loved him. The knowledge beat through her body with her heartbeat and the power she was creating, weaving, forcing to take shape in the complicated work in front of her.

Her hair stood out, golden light sparking through its curly brown strands. Lights gently pulsed from her fingers, being twisted and turned into something tangible in her hands. Anyone who might have walked in on her would have thought that she was a nimbus of light herself, not that she was only channeling it.

She had come across the spell when she had been searching for something to help Harry. It hadn’t even occurred to her that something like this existed, that you could do something like this. She had known immediately that she had to do it.

She was unaware that hours passed, that people worried about where she had disappeared to. Nothing else mattered but doing this for him. She knew that the end was coming, that while Harry might have a small chance of surviving, he had absolutely none.

This might give him a small chance. Might give her a small chance.

What would she do without him? She didn’t have time for all the things she wanted to say and do… he would never know. She wouldn’t be able to bear that.

Her throat grew sore with the singing that she was unaware that she had started somewhere in the third hour of the work.

And then, she was done.

Her eyes opened, her hands cramped, and somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if she would ever have anything left in her to give to any other magical work. She felt drained, empty, like she had given absolutely everything that was possible to give. Days might have passed while she sat in this tower room and she didn’t care. She smiled tiredly, hoping that that meant that it would work as it was supposed to and then looked at what she had created.

What appeared to be a glowing net spread across the tower floor in front of her, glowing like she had woven together sunlight in a tapestry of him. Swirls and patterns danced through the glowing energy lines creating images that burned behind one’s eyelids. Images of his robes swirling around corners, of his glares over cauldrons, of the small smile she had once caught from him when Malfoy had managed to blow up his potion and turn himself into a rhododendron that evangelized about the powers of muggle chocolate bars.

Everything she knew about him. Everything that she had learned from him, existed in this creation.

Underneath all of it was everything she felt and hoped and dreamed. If one really concentrated on all the flowing lines and all the many stories that this tapestry told, one could catch quick glances of a lean body pulling a smaller, softer one beneath him. Could see long slim hands slipping and caressing smooth silky skin and rounded curves. Could catch tongues forcibly dueling against each other and hands grasping at each other’s bodies and a get a sense of a deep, pounding, throbbing kineticism between two bodies…

She nearly wept at how much it told about her as well as him. She sighed and calmed herself with the fact that no one was going to see this, not even him. At least not for long enough to study it and see what she saw clearly. She hoped that he wouldn’t even realize it for what it was.

She still had to get it on him though. The thought of that nearly scared her as much as the thought of actually attempting to do this working in the first place. She had known going into this that if anything went wrong she would at least end up in the spell damage ward at St. Mungoes, but that hadn’t deterred her.

Now she had to approach him. Really the hardest part. She hoped he didn’t kill her for what she had to do. And if he ever figured out what it was…her heart stopped for a second. She reassured herself that he never would. She knew he would see her love as nothing more than a school girl crush on a professor. She didn’t think she could bear to see the snide pitying look he would give her if he had any idea of how she felt.
She might have graduated with honors and grown up, but she was sure he would never see anything more in her than that young, know-it-all muggle girl with big teeth.
She was so tired, she couldn’t even manage a sniffle at the thought.

She stood up, stretching out her joints, hearing her back pop and crack itself back into alignment. Bending down she gently picked the shining net up with her fingertips and folded it over her arm like a fisherman’s net. She wouldn’t have more than a moment to properly cast this and she couldn’t afford to let things get tangled up. It didn’t feel like a real net at all, more like a blanket of heat and energy. But she didn’t want to take the change that something might go wrong at the final moment.

Throwing Harry’s cloak over her shoulders, she undid the wards she had placed on the door and walked out.
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He should be in his office.

She might as well get it over with. She began making her way to the dungeons, easily avoiding everyone she passed in the hallways with the invisibility cloak.

The air became danker and damper the further down she went. She passed fewer students in the hallway. Her heart, which had never really calmed down from the casting itself, had started pounding again. This was it, he was going to know something at least and there was nothing she could do about it.

Was it possible for your heart to be broken before it truly belonged to someone else? He was going to laugh at her. What could a silly little know it all possibly have to interest him?

Things had been getting steadily worse lately. The final battle had to come soon. She only hoped they had had enough time to do everything they needed to.

She stopped in front of his door, letting the cloak fall off and taking a deep breath before knocking. She didn’t wait for him to tell her to enter.

Opening the door, she moved swiftly. He was glaring at her as she came through, but a look of surprise came over his face as she entered and moved towards him without his permission.

He got out, “Miss. Granger, what do you…” and began moving for his wand, which was in his sleeve, just a second too late before she got close enough to sweep the net over him, letting it settle over as much of him as was exposed in his chair. He froze, caught in its power, with a surprised look on his face.

She let herself relax, the hard part was over. She could almost smile at the stunned look his face was caught in.

“I’m horribly sorry, professor.” She spoke softly. “It won’t last long and its only to help you.” She moved forward so that she was directly in front of him.
“I hope you’ll understand later.”

She bent down and kissed his forehead, taking a second to breathe in the scent of him and savor his flesh on her lips. Pulling back only a millimeter she began the final bindings.

Twisting her hands in the air, miming what she had done to create the shining net the first time, “Mine to yours,” she bent down further to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Yours to mine,” she could feel the power of her work pulsing between them. She bent down further to place another kiss right at the base of his throat, nearly crying now at being so close to what she really wanted. “Meas pectas te adfero, quid sentes, contrecto et partes et capio, fine.” She didn’t dare look him in the eyes.

With the last word and a final kiss, she pressed her hand directly over where his heart was on top of his robes, she felt the magic she had just woven come completely together, encasing him, also connecting fully back into her, almost as if a string was strung between them, pulling tightly.

It was like taking a huge punch to the gut. She had to reach out to steady herself on the desk to try and absorb it and remember how to breathe again. It was almost as if everything that she had pulled out of herself to make the spell in the first place had rushed back to her all in one pull, nearly making her pass out at the Professor’s feet. The only thing that kept her upright was the realization that she couldn’t be anywhere near him when he was able to move again, which would be soon.

She recovered herself as best she could before straightening up, “My apologies once again Professor, but I hope it will help you and…” she nearly began sobbing, “it will help, it has to help! Just…when you’re doing what you have to do,” and this time she looked him right in those deep black eyes, “know that it will give you the space that you need, you can count on that.”

Without looking back, she nearly ran out the door. She had other things to finish that night.

A/N: I'm sorry this story has been abandoned for so long! I have significantly edited!
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The Weaving