FIC: Ghost Life 3/4 FR13
Title: Ghost Life 3/4
Author: Sweetness
Pairing: None
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Notes: written for the Shades of Grey challenge at color_i_fic for the colour dove. This is set post-Year Seven.
Breaking into Hermione Granger’s flat had been an easy matter for the former spy and it had been an act that most would use to prove that her unwavering trust in him was wrong. Severus Snape wasn’t quite sure what he was doing sitting on the arm chair in her bedroom as he watched her sleep in the dove-grey light of the pre-dawn hours. Her skin was glowing in the muted light and it made him uncomfortable because he thought of very sexual thoughts about her as he drank in the sight of her. They were thoughts that he had no right to think of his former student and benefactress.
His original intention for breaking into her flat had been to learn more about her so that he could find some clue as to her unwavering trust in him. Hermione was not a stupid young woman, and unlike Dumbledore she did not have the benefit of an Unbreakable Oath to ensure that she could use him as a tool or a weapon. Snape refused to believe that she trusted him and championed him, like she had the house elves with her silly SPEW campaign, merely because she felt that he had been treated poorly. And something deep inside of him told him that it was not a case of pity that had lead to her trust and faith. All he knew was that he needed to now why she had such unfounded faith and trust in him, when he had only ever shown her the overgrown bat of the dungeon, the ex-Death Eater, and a very nasty, rude and ungrateful man who had craved the sweet oblivion of death.
As he watched her sleep, the thought that he could end the farce of the life that he possessed by simply ending her life while she slept crossed his mind. But he couldn’t do that anymore, not after he had invaded her life by searching through her belongings while she had slumbered unaware of the danger. Snape had found out too much about her, too much that told him that they were more alike than they were different. Only fate had made her befriend the right people and had allowed her to be such a champion for the light. He briefly wondered what things would have been like if he could have successfully recruited her for the Dark Lord.
Would there be a faded dark mark on her arm to match his? Or would they have helped the Dark Lord to bring about the downfall of Harry Potter? She might have been a mudblood, but the Dark Lord recognized talent and no doubt he would have cultivated Hermione’s talent just like had cultivated the disenfranchised youth that Snape had once been.
Severus inhaled deeply at the image of Hermione full of magic and power as she did the Dark Lord’s bidding. Together they could have rebuilt the new world that his former master had envisioned. But fate had chosen better for Hermione than it had for Snape. Or at least that’s what she chose to believe. He knew that she had only received her high-ranking job in the Department of Mysteries because she was Harry Potter’s best friend and Ronald Weasley’s widow, and one-third of the Golden Trio that had helped to save both wizarding and muggle worlds. Otherwise she might have been packed off to some dead end job based on her heritage rather than her talent. The Dark Lord might be dead and gone, but his pureblood ideas still lived on in practice in the wizarding world.
Hermione murmured something in her sleep as she turned onto her side and it signaled him that it was time for him to leave her. He wasn’t quite ready for a confrontation with her. And he knew that everything that he had discovered could be destroyed if she awoke and found him there, so he hurried away to return to Hogwarts after he carefully reset her wards.
**TBC**
Author: Sweetness
Pairing: None
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Notes: written for the Shades of Grey challenge at color_i_fic for the colour dove. This is set post-Year Seven.
Breaking into Hermione Granger’s flat had been an easy matter for the former spy and it had been an act that most would use to prove that her unwavering trust in him was wrong. Severus Snape wasn’t quite sure what he was doing sitting on the arm chair in her bedroom as he watched her sleep in the dove-grey light of the pre-dawn hours. Her skin was glowing in the muted light and it made him uncomfortable because he thought of very sexual thoughts about her as he drank in the sight of her. They were thoughts that he had no right to think of his former student and benefactress.
His original intention for breaking into her flat had been to learn more about her so that he could find some clue as to her unwavering trust in him. Hermione was not a stupid young woman, and unlike Dumbledore she did not have the benefit of an Unbreakable Oath to ensure that she could use him as a tool or a weapon. Snape refused to believe that she trusted him and championed him, like she had the house elves with her silly SPEW campaign, merely because she felt that he had been treated poorly. And something deep inside of him told him that it was not a case of pity that had lead to her trust and faith. All he knew was that he needed to now why she had such unfounded faith and trust in him, when he had only ever shown her the overgrown bat of the dungeon, the ex-Death Eater, and a very nasty, rude and ungrateful man who had craved the sweet oblivion of death.
As he watched her sleep, the thought that he could end the farce of the life that he possessed by simply ending her life while she slept crossed his mind. But he couldn’t do that anymore, not after he had invaded her life by searching through her belongings while she had slumbered unaware of the danger. Snape had found out too much about her, too much that told him that they were more alike than they were different. Only fate had made her befriend the right people and had allowed her to be such a champion for the light. He briefly wondered what things would have been like if he could have successfully recruited her for the Dark Lord.
Would there be a faded dark mark on her arm to match his? Or would they have helped the Dark Lord to bring about the downfall of Harry Potter? She might have been a mudblood, but the Dark Lord recognized talent and no doubt he would have cultivated Hermione’s talent just like had cultivated the disenfranchised youth that Snape had once been.
Severus inhaled deeply at the image of Hermione full of magic and power as she did the Dark Lord’s bidding. Together they could have rebuilt the new world that his former master had envisioned. But fate had chosen better for Hermione than it had for Snape. Or at least that’s what she chose to believe. He knew that she had only received her high-ranking job in the Department of Mysteries because she was Harry Potter’s best friend and Ronald Weasley’s widow, and one-third of the Golden Trio that had helped to save both wizarding and muggle worlds. Otherwise she might have been packed off to some dead end job based on her heritage rather than her talent. The Dark Lord might be dead and gone, but his pureblood ideas still lived on in practice in the wizarding world.
Hermione murmured something in her sleep as she turned onto her side and it signaled him that it was time for him to leave her. He wasn’t quite ready for a confrontation with her. And he knew that everything that he had discovered could be destroyed if she awoke and found him there, so he hurried away to return to Hogwarts after he carefully reset her wards.
**TBC**