Disclaimer: See chapter One.
Author's Note:
Unexpected Emotions
Chapter Eight - Fine Wine
Hermione walked in to the common room she shared with Snape. She placed her papers down on the small coffee table and sat on the leather lounge.
"Would you care for a drink?" Snape offered.
"Thank you." She noted how relaxed Snape was and wondered why he wasn't like it more often.
Handing her a glass of red wine Snape sat beside her. "I really don't think we need to go over to much, just let me know what you've covered and then we can relax for the evening. I am sure you were capable in your teaching abilities, seeing as you were able to make a polyjuice potion in your second year and helped Longbottom to pass."
Hermione blushed. "I am sorry now for stealing from you. But if I had to have done it again I would."
Snape nodded. "I probably would have done the same." Hermione informed Snape of all the sections they had covered and she told him a little about each of the students. "Good, you were up to where I would be."
"It was easy enough knowing what to do, I remembered from when I was here." They sat in silence drinking the wine, watching the blazing fire.
"Hermione." Hermione turned to look at Snape, her eyes gazing in to his. She had never noticed how dark they were before. She felt as though she could drown in his stare. Slowly she moved closer to him. Her hand reached up and touched his smooth cheek. Her lips parted slightly as she tilted her head, Severus' mouth came down upon hers in a searing kiss. A small moan escaped her throat as his hands wrapped around her back. They broke apart flushed and breathless. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." Snape got up from the lounge collecting the papers that lay on the table.
Hermione stood up, "No, it's alright, I."
"Goodnight Hermione." Snape left the room leaving Hermione standing alone in the centre of the room feeling as though she had been punched in the stomach. Tears formed in her eyes. She dropped back to sit on the couch and let the tears fall freely. Sobs racking her body. What was it that she had done wrong? Was she really that hideous?
~*~
Snape leant against the closed door. He could hear her crying. "You damn fool." He cursed himself. "What are you doing to her and yourself?" He moved away from the door and opened his wardrobe. He removed his clothes and stood looking at himself in the mirror. All Snape saw was an ordinary man, with a few scars. The largest scar remaining where the dark mark once was. Poppy had offered to remove it for him, but he refused. He wanted a reminder of how terrible he once was and for him never to head down that path again. "Honestly Severus, you're a fool for thinking that she liked you." Sure she had kissed him back, but it had to be the influence of the wine, no one could love an ugly git like himself. He slipped into his black silk pajamas and cursed himself again.
The sobs from the door had stopped. Severus Snape quietly opened the door a fraction to see if Hermione was still there. He saw her lying on the couch, asleep with a tear streaked face. Gathering up a blanket he silently made his way over to the couch. Carefully he covered her with the blanket. "I'm sorry Hermione" he whispered walking back to his room.
He slipped under the covers and promised himself to apologize in the morning.
Author's Note:
Unexpected Emotions
Chapter Eight - Fine Wine
Hermione walked in to the common room she shared with Snape. She placed her papers down on the small coffee table and sat on the leather lounge.
"Would you care for a drink?" Snape offered.
"Thank you." She noted how relaxed Snape was and wondered why he wasn't like it more often.
Handing her a glass of red wine Snape sat beside her. "I really don't think we need to go over to much, just let me know what you've covered and then we can relax for the evening. I am sure you were capable in your teaching abilities, seeing as you were able to make a polyjuice potion in your second year and helped Longbottom to pass."
Hermione blushed. "I am sorry now for stealing from you. But if I had to have done it again I would."
Snape nodded. "I probably would have done the same." Hermione informed Snape of all the sections they had covered and she told him a little about each of the students. "Good, you were up to where I would be."
"It was easy enough knowing what to do, I remembered from when I was here." They sat in silence drinking the wine, watching the blazing fire.
"Hermione." Hermione turned to look at Snape, her eyes gazing in to his. She had never noticed how dark they were before. She felt as though she could drown in his stare. Slowly she moved closer to him. Her hand reached up and touched his smooth cheek. Her lips parted slightly as she tilted her head, Severus' mouth came down upon hers in a searing kiss. A small moan escaped her throat as his hands wrapped around her back. They broke apart flushed and breathless. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." Snape got up from the lounge collecting the papers that lay on the table.
Hermione stood up, "No, it's alright, I."
"Goodnight Hermione." Snape left the room leaving Hermione standing alone in the centre of the room feeling as though she had been punched in the stomach. Tears formed in her eyes. She dropped back to sit on the couch and let the tears fall freely. Sobs racking her body. What was it that she had done wrong? Was she really that hideous?
~*~
Snape leant against the closed door. He could hear her crying. "You damn fool." He cursed himself. "What are you doing to her and yourself?" He moved away from the door and opened his wardrobe. He removed his clothes and stood looking at himself in the mirror. All Snape saw was an ordinary man, with a few scars. The largest scar remaining where the dark mark once was. Poppy had offered to remove it for him, but he refused. He wanted a reminder of how terrible he once was and for him never to head down that path again. "Honestly Severus, you're a fool for thinking that she liked you." Sure she had kissed him back, but it had to be the influence of the wine, no one could love an ugly git like himself. He slipped into his black silk pajamas and cursed himself again.
The sobs from the door had stopped. Severus Snape quietly opened the door a fraction to see if Hermione was still there. He saw her lying on the couch, asleep with a tear streaked face. Gathering up a blanket he silently made his way over to the couch. Carefully he covered her with the blanket. "I'm sorry Hermione" he whispered walking back to his room.
He slipped under the covers and promised himself to apologize in the morning.