siriusneeds (siriusneeds) wrote in siriusneedsfic, @ 2007-08-22 17:13:00 |
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SS/HG Ficlet ~ Constant
This is a WIP. The very first SS/HG fic I put down on paper. My muse sort of slipped away from me on this one. Maybe he will return so I can finish it someday.
Title: Constant
Word count: 907 (according to word)
Rating: PG to PG-13 for language (may change in future updates)
Characters: Severus, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, possible others in future
A/N: Unbetaed.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No money is, was or will be made from this work of fiction. All characters belong to JK Rowling and her imagination. This is a work of fiction. All characters are of the age of consent in this fic. I just like to play in the sandbox. I promise to return them in good working condition. (mostly)
Once again sleep evaded him. This was only the third night this week his mind would not turn off, so he gave up and decided to wander the halls in search of the rest he so longed for. Gliding easily in the dark was second nature to him, after twenty years of nightly rounds at Hogwarts. The house was eerily quiet as he made his way back up the stairs to his room. As he reached the top step, a whimper down the hall caught his attention. He slowly passed three doors before he saw the light under her door.
He stepped lightly, closer to her door, the house was old and the floorboards creaked with the slightest weight. His years of being a spy for the Order served him well. The light under the door was faint, as if it were trying to hide it’s presence from prying eyes. Again a whimper fell on his ears, this time followed by a moan. Silently he put his ear to the door, he couldn’t help himself. Old habits were hard to break.
“She must be dreaming” he thought. “Probably fell asleep reading, which would explain the light.” He knew she was notorious for reading late into the night. She must have drifted off and left a candle burning. But what could she be dreaming that would cause her to stir in her sleep?
Thoughts of the past drifted into his mind. The war had raged on for three years. No one escaped completely unscathed. Death touched the wizarding world in some form these days, loved ones and enemies alike. Pure-blood, half-blood or muggleborn, the arms of death were open to all.
She must be having a nightmare. He couldn’t blame her. They all had nightmares these days. Lost in his memories, ear still pressed firmly to the door, his eyes transfixed on the floor at his feet. All sense of time had slipped away from him. How long had he been standing there reliving images of the past three years?
Suddenly a shadow moved across the floor of her room. He blinked once, twice. Reaching for his wand instinctively, he paused wondering if his sleep depraved mind was playing tricks on him or could it just be the bottle of Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey he just finished off before trying to sleep?
Then he heard it, a giggle followed by another moan. His eyes widened in realization of the activities he was now surreptitiously privy to. She was not asleep and she was not alone.
He had the sudden urge to barge through the door and obliterate whomever her visitor might be. Unsure of where this overwhelming desire to be her champion had sprung from, he dropped his wand to his side once more.
“Incompetent fool,” he thought. “Whoever her beau might be, didn’t even cast a simple Silencio to hide their rendezvous.”
He pressed his ear firmly to the door again to see if he might learn whom she was entertaining. He waited listening, as fits of emotion welled from somewhere deep inside of him. Emotions thought to have been disposed of long ago through years of conditioning his mind and body. He had taught himself not to care too deeply for anyone or anything.
Being a spy was dangerous, one wrong move and your entire world would turn upside-down. The mere idea of a home life was simply unfathomable for someone like him. He could never allow himself to feel anything when it could be snatched away from him in an instant. No, he must remain emotionless if he were going to survive.
Struggling with the decision to stay and listen or go to bed and ignore whatever was taking place beyond this door; Severus knew he had no right to pry. Their relationship was after all only a working one. Perhaps, he realized, he had come to care for her in more than a professional way. There was no denying it, he was jealous. As this thought hit him he trembled.
The light under the door suddenly went out. No other sounds could be heard coming from inside the room. He stepped back from the door, starting to turn away when the lock clicked open abruptly. Severus jumped. Trying to scramble into the shadows was not an easy task in a house as old as number twelve Grimmauld Place which had remained headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix while the war raged on. It was still unplottable and the wards Dumbledore had placed on it so long ago still held against the many attempts to discover its hidden location. Hogwarts had been breached by the enemy and was no longer safe.
He stood his ground in front of her door, albeit at least now two feet in front of her door. He couldn’t be caught spying on her. The door opened slowly to reveal, “Potter!” Severus all but bellowed loud enough to wake most of the house.
“Snape!” said Harry, stepping quickly out into the hall pulling the door closed behind him. “What are you doing standing outside the door listening?!”
“As if you could possibly be anything worth listening to” growled Severus. “What are you doing coming out of this room, as I recall your room is on the next floor?”
“That is none of your concern Snape” snarled Harry. “Anyhow, I think I know exactly why you were standing outside this door listening.”
~ ~ ~ to be continued ~ ~ ~
Thank you for reading! I do not have a beta reader. All mistakes are mine.
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