June 10th, 2009 (07:51 pm)
feeling: anxious
Ok.. I am about to chicken out and not post this. But I am going to. I wrote a something and I am going to post it. No one reads this anyways. Just post it. OK I am posting it. I did a free write today while Mia was napping and I wrote enough of something and it has a beginning and and ending unlike most things I ever think to write so here it is...
HG/SS Very short story.
They don't belong to me.
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He was staring right at her, from his seat at the front of the Great Hall. His dark eyes seeming to see right into her soul. While they usually held little warmth, she could feel them burning into her from across the large room. Her stomach did a funny little flip-flop and she stared back, entranced. Her Gryffindor bravery failed her and she did the first thing that came to mind, she fled.
She did not know where her feet took her, so overwhelmed was she with the feelings his gaze had brought about in her. She ran up stairs and down hallways she was not familiar with, finally finding herself in front of the entrance to the Library, unsure exactly how she had gotten there. It was not terribly surprising, she had spent so much time here both recently and as a student, cramming knowledge into her head. Leaning against the stone wall, she tried to still her breath that was coming in short gasps. What had that been about? There was only one emotion his burning look held and she could not deny it: desire. She had seen it in his eyes and her own traitorous thoughts of the past few weeks of working with him could no longer be denied. She desired Severus Snape. How absurd, she nervously chuckled.
She needed to collect her thoughts, she decided, so she entered the hallowed, silent halls of the library knowing it would ground her flying emotions. She walked to the back of the room, past shelves full of tomes she had lovingly poured over and found her favorite table at the back of the room close to the Restricted Section. Settling into a chair, she let her head fall back to stare at the ceiling. She had been sitting for just a few moments when she heard the door open and softly click closed. Her breath caught. Who was there? Was it Madame Pince rushing to shoo her from her cocoon of solitude? She heard no footsteps approaching but she knew she had heard someone open and close the door. Rooted to the spot, she stared at the place where she anticipated someone eventually making an appearance.
"Miss Granger" came the silky voice from beside her, close by. She jumped from her seat, flipping around to come face to face with the man who had caused her to flee the great hall. He was standing beside her imperiously, that strange light still lighting his eyes.
"Professor," She frantically searched for something to say to dispel the tension surrounding them. Why could she not catch her breath? "Did you come to discuss our research? I have made some progress today and..."
He drew himself even closer to her, his gaze traveling down her face to focus on her mouth. Interrupting her, he shushed her errant talking with his finger. "Hermione, shut up." Replacing his finger with his mouth, he captured her lips with his own and drew her into his arms. This was the only sort of research he was interested in at the moment.