SMHC snippet
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averygoodun42Here's something that I needed to write out before I could actually get to chapter 17. Unfortunatley, I don't think there's room for this scene (and I think I would regret adding it at this point in the story), but figured you might enjoy it as a(n unbetaed and terribly rough) snapshot.
Oh, and just so's you know, the book's title is absolute jibberish as far as I know and the meaning, if there is any, is entirely irrelevent.
“Are you finished, my dear?”
Hermione looked up at Severus with a smile and a nod. Her friends and tablemates still looked at Severus with wonder; she supposed she couldn't blame them. If she hadn't been the object of his affection, so to speak, she would have been fairly boggled at the sight of Severus smiling at someone almost fondly. In public.
As she got up and bid her friends goodnight, she noticed they were already acclimating to the situation. It had only been three days, and it only took ten seconds for them to resume their conversations on quidditch and gossip and such.
She smiled inwardly at the adaptability of the human spirit.
Severus grabbed her attention once more by taking possession of her hand and placing it in the crook of his arm, just as he had the previous two nights. She smiled up at him as they made their way out.
“Is there a detour on tonight's schedule?” he asked her mockingly. She smiled despite the tone, knowing he seemed to enjoy their detours as much as she did.
“Yes, there is. Professor Dumbledore mentioned a book that he thought I might enjoy.”
Severus raised an eyebrow.
“Might enjoy?”
“I think his exact words were, 'I hesitate to recommend this book to you for fear that you will forget to breathe whilst reading it.'”
Severus' other eyebrow met the first near his hairline. “The Headmaster said this?”
Hermione nodded. “Of course he had to mention it on a supremely busy day so that this is literally the first free minute I've had.”
Severus chuckled quietly, startling a first year who was heading for his common room. “I expect he was saving the mention of this book for precisely such a busy day. You know how he loves his little manipulations.”
Hermione harrumphed, but without much bite. Severus was still, rightfully, insecure about how the Headmaster's machinations were the only reason for their relationship, and she didn't want to put him on the defensive.
A sudden thought occurred to her. “Or, it could be that he wanted to make sure you were with me when I went to get it. Maricum Monsura isn't a dangerous book, is it?”
Severus looked at her in surprise.
“That's the book he recommended?” She nodded. He seemed to hold his breath for a moment, but then shook his head as he exhaled. “No. Powerful, but not dangerous.”
She looked up at the wonder in his tone and saw him gazing at her as if seeing her for the first time.
“What?” she asked, suddenly nervous.
“Perhaps he did want me to be with you, though. I would love to see that book.”
She arched her brows in surprise. “You haven't seen it? But it's here in the library!”
He gave her a crooked smile. “Some books choose their readers rather than the other way around.”
Her brow wrinkled in confusion, but before she could ask him to explain, he tugged her forward and into the library.
They both nodded to Madam Pince as they made their way into the restricted section; Hermione still held her breath every time she crossed the threshold, expecting some barrier to keep her from all those lovely books.
She heard Severus chuckling and looked over to see him looking at her with unconcealed amusement.
“What?”
He straightened his face and raised an eyebrow in question. She huffed.
“What was that look for?”
His lips twitched. “Your expression was... telling.”
“Oh?” she asked, prodding him gently. “And what did it say?”
“It said that you are very much in danger of forgetting to breathe if an interesting enough book is placed before you.”
She snorted. “Yes, well, Ron and Harry could have told you that years go.”
She tensed as soon as the words were out of her mouth, regretting them instantly. She felt it was in bad taste to keep bringing Ron into the conversation with Severus, but it had just slipped out.
“I figured that out all on my very own,” Severus murmured into her ear, and then moved past her and into the darker part of the stacks. He looked back with a beckoning finger and added, “But then again, it is also common knowledge.”
Hermione relaxed slightly and followed Severus, taking his hand that was still extended toward her.
He led her down the stacks to a very dark corner, and for a moment she was tempted to ask him if he had brought her here for something different altogether, but then she caught sight of the book. It was hard to miss, really, as it was glowing.
As she stepped closer to the shelves, she examined the spine with awe. “It's so beautiful!” she whispered, reaching out to touch it.
“No!” Severus barked, grabbing her hand and wrenching it away from the book. “That's not the book you want.”
Hermione couldn't look away from the book though, and didn't understand what Severus was talking about. It had to be the book. It was calling to her.
“Hermione,” she heard it say. “Hermione! Look at me!”
Suddenly she felt hands on her head turning her away from the book. Her eyes strained to keep it in sight, but then there was a mouth on hers, and teeth nipping at her lips, a tongue sneaking its way into her mouth and oh! That felt good.
She closed her eyes and hummed, opening her mouth to welcome the invader. Her hand was released, and she immediately sought out the neck attached to the face attached to the lips that were making her melt.
She felt hands holding her, sliding down her torso until they held her hips and pulled possessively until her hips were flush with another pair of hips, and oh, God, that felt so good when he stroked her tongue like that.
She ground against him as she kissed him back, and she felt him groan, a deep guttural sound that was more vibration than noise. Suddenly, those hands clenching her hips lifted her up and she was swung around. Her back was now against the bookshelves and her bum was resting on the barest hint of a shelf as Severus' hands urged her legs apart and around his hips. She eagerly complied.
With him situated between her hips, they were able to get closer; he was pressing her against the books almost painfully, but all she wanted was for him to be closer still, to feel him closer, and all around her.
Their kiss had evolved into something frantic and needy. She clung to him desperately, while he held onto her just as desperately.
Unfortunately, they both needed to breathe, and so they unwillingly ripped themselves away from each other, and stared at the other, panting heavily.
Hermione was the first to recover, and as she released a very shaky breath, she asked, “What was that?”
Severus was still panting heavily, and it looked like he was only barely on the cusp of controlling himself, but the question cleared his eyes a little.
“Nimue's diary,” he panted, still holding her to him possessively.
“Oh.”
And just like that, the spell was broken. His eyes cleared completely, and a slight blush overtook his cheeks. He helped her to the floor and stepped back, aborting a move to help her smooth out her robes.
“My apologies, Hermione,”
She looked at him sharply. “Whatever for?”
“I know you don't like it when I lose control like that...”
She shook her head with an exasperated smile. “Severus, I...” She didn't know exactly what she could say, so she decided to just kiss him instead.
After a nice, leisurely, clarifying kiss, she withdrew and ran her finger along his jaw. “It's all about the circumstances, Severus,” she explained. “And I must say, that circumstance was damn hot!”
He growled and pulled her to him, though instead of kissing her senseless once again (as she was hoping he would do), he thrust his nose in her hair and nibbled on her earlobe.
She shivered when he lightly blew on her ear, and then asked in a husky voice, “And how am I to tell the difference between these circumstances?”
He withdrew and she shrugged in answer before pulling his face down to kiss her once more.
After they parted yet again, she leaned her head on his chest, listening to his heart pounding. After a few heartbeats, she finally said, “That's something you'll just have to learn along the way, as unfair as that sounds.”
He huffed, though she couldn't tell whether it was in laughter or annoyance, but she hoped it was laughter as his arms tightened around her in a satisfying hug. When he finally let go and drew back, she could see his eyes sparkling with good humor along with a fair amount of lust.
“Far be it from me to require fairness in another.”
She laughed loud enough to merit a distant “shh” from Madam Pince's desk. Both of them were a bit chagrined at that, and so, with a smothered giggle on Hermione's part, they decided it was best if they just retrieved the Maricum Monsura and left.
Oh, and just so's you know, the book's title is absolute jibberish as far as I know and the meaning, if there is any, is entirely irrelevent.
“Are you finished, my dear?”
Hermione looked up at Severus with a smile and a nod. Her friends and tablemates still looked at Severus with wonder; she supposed she couldn't blame them. If she hadn't been the object of his affection, so to speak, she would have been fairly boggled at the sight of Severus smiling at someone almost fondly. In public.
As she got up and bid her friends goodnight, she noticed they were already acclimating to the situation. It had only been three days, and it only took ten seconds for them to resume their conversations on quidditch and gossip and such.
She smiled inwardly at the adaptability of the human spirit.
Severus grabbed her attention once more by taking possession of her hand and placing it in the crook of his arm, just as he had the previous two nights. She smiled up at him as they made their way out.
“Is there a detour on tonight's schedule?” he asked her mockingly. She smiled despite the tone, knowing he seemed to enjoy their detours as much as she did.
“Yes, there is. Professor Dumbledore mentioned a book that he thought I might enjoy.”
Severus raised an eyebrow.
“Might enjoy?”
“I think his exact words were, 'I hesitate to recommend this book to you for fear that you will forget to breathe whilst reading it.'”
Severus' other eyebrow met the first near his hairline. “The Headmaster said this?”
Hermione nodded. “Of course he had to mention it on a supremely busy day so that this is literally the first free minute I've had.”
Severus chuckled quietly, startling a first year who was heading for his common room. “I expect he was saving the mention of this book for precisely such a busy day. You know how he loves his little manipulations.”
Hermione harrumphed, but without much bite. Severus was still, rightfully, insecure about how the Headmaster's machinations were the only reason for their relationship, and she didn't want to put him on the defensive.
A sudden thought occurred to her. “Or, it could be that he wanted to make sure you were with me when I went to get it. Maricum Monsura isn't a dangerous book, is it?”
Severus looked at her in surprise.
“That's the book he recommended?” She nodded. He seemed to hold his breath for a moment, but then shook his head as he exhaled. “No. Powerful, but not dangerous.”
She looked up at the wonder in his tone and saw him gazing at her as if seeing her for the first time.
“What?” she asked, suddenly nervous.
“Perhaps he did want me to be with you, though. I would love to see that book.”
She arched her brows in surprise. “You haven't seen it? But it's here in the library!”
He gave her a crooked smile. “Some books choose their readers rather than the other way around.”
Her brow wrinkled in confusion, but before she could ask him to explain, he tugged her forward and into the library.
They both nodded to Madam Pince as they made their way into the restricted section; Hermione still held her breath every time she crossed the threshold, expecting some barrier to keep her from all those lovely books.
She heard Severus chuckling and looked over to see him looking at her with unconcealed amusement.
“What?”
He straightened his face and raised an eyebrow in question. She huffed.
“What was that look for?”
His lips twitched. “Your expression was... telling.”
“Oh?” she asked, prodding him gently. “And what did it say?”
“It said that you are very much in danger of forgetting to breathe if an interesting enough book is placed before you.”
She snorted. “Yes, well, Ron and Harry could have told you that years go.”
She tensed as soon as the words were out of her mouth, regretting them instantly. She felt it was in bad taste to keep bringing Ron into the conversation with Severus, but it had just slipped out.
“I figured that out all on my very own,” Severus murmured into her ear, and then moved past her and into the darker part of the stacks. He looked back with a beckoning finger and added, “But then again, it is also common knowledge.”
Hermione relaxed slightly and followed Severus, taking his hand that was still extended toward her.
He led her down the stacks to a very dark corner, and for a moment she was tempted to ask him if he had brought her here for something different altogether, but then she caught sight of the book. It was hard to miss, really, as it was glowing.
As she stepped closer to the shelves, she examined the spine with awe. “It's so beautiful!” she whispered, reaching out to touch it.
“No!” Severus barked, grabbing her hand and wrenching it away from the book. “That's not the book you want.”
Hermione couldn't look away from the book though, and didn't understand what Severus was talking about. It had to be the book. It was calling to her.
“Hermione,” she heard it say. “Hermione! Look at me!”
Suddenly she felt hands on her head turning her away from the book. Her eyes strained to keep it in sight, but then there was a mouth on hers, and teeth nipping at her lips, a tongue sneaking its way into her mouth and oh! That felt good.
She closed her eyes and hummed, opening her mouth to welcome the invader. Her hand was released, and she immediately sought out the neck attached to the face attached to the lips that were making her melt.
She felt hands holding her, sliding down her torso until they held her hips and pulled possessively until her hips were flush with another pair of hips, and oh, God, that felt so good when he stroked her tongue like that.
She ground against him as she kissed him back, and she felt him groan, a deep guttural sound that was more vibration than noise. Suddenly, those hands clenching her hips lifted her up and she was swung around. Her back was now against the bookshelves and her bum was resting on the barest hint of a shelf as Severus' hands urged her legs apart and around his hips. She eagerly complied.
With him situated between her hips, they were able to get closer; he was pressing her against the books almost painfully, but all she wanted was for him to be closer still, to feel him closer, and all around her.
Their kiss had evolved into something frantic and needy. She clung to him desperately, while he held onto her just as desperately.
Unfortunately, they both needed to breathe, and so they unwillingly ripped themselves away from each other, and stared at the other, panting heavily.
Hermione was the first to recover, and as she released a very shaky breath, she asked, “What was that?”
Severus was still panting heavily, and it looked like he was only barely on the cusp of controlling himself, but the question cleared his eyes a little.
“Nimue's diary,” he panted, still holding her to him possessively.
“Oh.”
And just like that, the spell was broken. His eyes cleared completely, and a slight blush overtook his cheeks. He helped her to the floor and stepped back, aborting a move to help her smooth out her robes.
“My apologies, Hermione,”
She looked at him sharply. “Whatever for?”
“I know you don't like it when I lose control like that...”
She shook her head with an exasperated smile. “Severus, I...” She didn't know exactly what she could say, so she decided to just kiss him instead.
After a nice, leisurely, clarifying kiss, she withdrew and ran her finger along his jaw. “It's all about the circumstances, Severus,” she explained. “And I must say, that circumstance was damn hot!”
He growled and pulled her to him, though instead of kissing her senseless once again (as she was hoping he would do), he thrust his nose in her hair and nibbled on her earlobe.
She shivered when he lightly blew on her ear, and then asked in a husky voice, “And how am I to tell the difference between these circumstances?”
He withdrew and she shrugged in answer before pulling his face down to kiss her once more.
After they parted yet again, she leaned her head on his chest, listening to his heart pounding. After a few heartbeats, she finally said, “That's something you'll just have to learn along the way, as unfair as that sounds.”
He huffed, though she couldn't tell whether it was in laughter or annoyance, but she hoped it was laughter as his arms tightened around her in a satisfying hug. When he finally let go and drew back, she could see his eyes sparkling with good humor along with a fair amount of lust.
“Far be it from me to require fairness in another.”
She laughed loud enough to merit a distant “shh” from Madam Pince's desk. Both of them were a bit chagrined at that, and so, with a smothered giggle on Hermione's part, they decided it was best if they just retrieved the Maricum Monsura and left.
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Date: 2007-06-17 09:17 pm (UTC)Well, I'm glad you shared it beacuse it WAS hot and divine and it'll be sorely missed. :)
Thanks for sharing!!
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Date: 2007-06-17 10:37 pm (UTC)Perfect line....
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Date: 2007-06-18 06:05 am (UTC)more ....
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