Three - Breakfast
Chapter 3 of 4
PersephoneVerteThey worked. Then they didn't. Inspired by Déjeuner du matin by Jacques Prévert.
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Also, this is the chapter that was inspired by the poem. I own nothing to do with that either.
Chapter Three - Breakfast
He doesn’t look at me. We’ve been sitting for nearly ten minutes. Not a word has been spoken. He pours a spoonful of sugar into his coffee, along with a dollop of milk. He stirs the mixture together, letting the spoon clang loudly against the cup. I look at his worn, beaten face intensely, hoping he’ll look back, but he doesn’t. His lengthy, strong fingers stroke a cigarette. He lights it, takes a deep breath, and blows smoke rings into the air.
Rain patters on the glass roof. I shift slightly, though how I can move right now is beyond me, and my iron chair scrapes across the cobblestone floor. He acts unaffected by the noise. He sits there in his chair, so nonchalant, so uncaring, so bored. It’s as if I’m not here. It’s as if he’s contemplating his next luncheon, a luncheon without me. Or maybe something more meaningful: it’s as if he’s contemplating a life where we’d never met, a life where there was no know-it-all student to worm her way into his cold, malicious heart. He blows out more smoke, this time tipping the ashes into the tray with a flick of his forefinger.
“Severus-“
I can’t even speak. The one time I wish to honestly voice my thoughts for a purpose, not just to be heard or to prove my intelligence, I can’t fucking speak.
He reaches for his hat, something I have never pictured him wearing, and puts it on his head. He stands and takes the raincoat from his chair, something else that doesn’t suit him, and shrugs into it. He flings his cigarette into the tray, leaving the butt burning a bright red-orange. He sets money on the table. Then he is going out the door and into the rain, looking for a cab, and not looking at me. Not speaking to me. Not thinking of me. Pretending I do not exist.
I put my head in my hands, and then I cry.
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14 Reviews | 5.0/10 Average
I wish they could have overcome this. She is older now. Can he forgive?
That was very powerful and enlightening. Why shouldn't he be the vulnerable one? Canon Snape certainly in the first five books or so is very immature in my opinion and I think you rightfully extend this in that he probably either falls in love easily or imagines himself to. Jo did create an incredibly damaged soul and I think you have captured this beautifully. Though I always was very intrigued when Voldemort declares in DH that "there were other women". Sorry, I'm not making myself very clear but well done you anyway. Best wishes, Love Ali xxxx.
Response from PersephoneVerte (Author of Breakfast)
No, I get what you mean! I think it's refreshing to see one where Snape's the vulnerable one every now and then (although I prefer my Snape snarky, heh). Thanks for the review!
This is so heartbreaking! He must have felt like dirt, but he had to understand that in many ways she was just acting her age. Well done. :D
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Thank you!
Well, that was an eye opener. Too bad Hermione wasn't a little less obtuse. She could have avoided much heartbreak for both Severus and her.
Response from PersephoneVerte (Author of Breakfast)
Indeed!
Oh, wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. All those stories where Hermione is the one pining, where he's pushing her away, makes this so bloody original and just... wonderful. 5 stars, love.
Response from PersephoneVerte (Author of Breakfast)
Oh, thank you so much!
Very nice. I can easily see this from Snape in any relationship, this emtional detachment punctuated by moments of intense feeling. The intimacy of everyday life is something that would prove a challenge for him, or maybe I'm miscontruing your meaning. I'm going to have to think over those last two lines a bit longer.
Response from PersephoneVerte (Author of Breakfast)
There's more than one chapter, so we'll see about the meaning :) Thanks for reviewing!
Damn that sucks. I'd like to imagine a happy epilogue where she runs out of the cafe begging for forgiveness, where he of course grants since she made the same mistake of many young and stupid, but I'm not the talented author here 
Response from PersephoneVerte (Author of Breakfast)
Ha, thank you!
Response from PersephoneVerte (Author of Breakfast)
Ha, thank you!
Damn that sucks. I'd like to imagine a happy epilogue where she runs out of the cafe begging for forgiveness, which he (of course) grants since she made the same mistake of the many young and stupid and now she's mature and has learned from her actions, but I'm not the talented author here
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Thank you!
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He's so very good at pretending.
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How heartbreaking! Both of them are clearly affected by whatever transpired in the past. Can they not find a way to at least speak to one another again? Well done! :D
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Thank you :)
That's sad. I hope he'll come to see her because what happened since last time ?
Response from PersephoneVerte (Author of Breakfast)
You'll see :) Thank you!
Nice beginning. I particularly liked the first half of it *wink*
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Thank you!
My gosh, what happened? It must have been something substantial for her to believe that she is dead to him. Great chapter. :D
Response from PersephoneVerte (Author of Breakfast)
You'll see :) And thank you!
Nice beginning. Deliciously unusual and erotic. :D
Response from PersephoneVerte (Author of Breakfast)
Thank you!