I Am Only Human
Chapter 7 of 40
AuretteSeverus and Hermione come to an understanding and Hermione explores the concept of being in control.
ReviewedThanks go to astopperindeath for patiently helping me make this more enjoyable for you all!
I woke in semi-darkness. The fire had burned low in the hearth, and only one candle was lit by the bed I was lying on. I was tightly swaddled in the duvet. For an instant, a terror gripped me: Am I alone?
"Snape?"
"I'm here."
I turned and found him sitting up against the headboard. He had given me all of the pillows. He could not have been comfortable. He reached back and grabbed a glass of water from the side table, and as I struggled to sit up, he scooped an arm around me and helped.
After I drank my fill, I narrowed my eyes at him.
"What have you done, you stupid, stupid man!"
He smirked and turned away to replace the glass.
"All that I can," he replied. When he faced me again I could tell he was deadly serious.
"Why? Why would you bind yourself to such a foolish vow? There's no hope for me; I'm beyond saving."
He scowled at me and answered my question with a question of him own.
"Why did you try to protect me that night?"
"I have no idea. I think I thought it might have been the right thing to do, but it has been so long since I had such thoughts, I don't really know."
"And yet, knowing me as you did, knowing how despicable and pathetic a human being I am, you could not but do what was in your nature, could you?"
I nodded, suddenly wondering if he had read all my thoughts that night. His eyes lit up with amusement but his expression didn't change.
"I can do no less. You are the last of all that was bright and good in our world, Hermione. How could I not try to change your circumstances?" His words angered me; I wasn't that girl anymore. He remembered a dead girl.
"Because you can't! There is nothing for you to do but try to give me false hope that will destroy me in the end!" I struggled out of the duvet and threw it off me. "Who the hell are you to ride to my rescue? I see no shining armor; no prancing steed! All I saw that night was a has-been, washed up Potions master! As pathetic as all these Death Eaters are in my eyes, you managed to make them all look like cultured nobility! You don't have the power to save me!"
"Perhaps I needed a cause," he said quietly while picking lint off his sleeve.
"And what if you succeed? What if you save the fair maiden? What happens when you realize all you have won is a worn-out prostitute?"
"Don't call yourself that." I swear he looked like he wanted to stamp his foot.
"It is what I am, Snape!"
He hissed like an angry cat and leaned in, nose to nose with my face.
"If that is what you are, after I rescue you, it will be because that is what you choose to be! I will see you safe enough to make your own choices."
"You cannot! And now, you have bound yourself to a foolish vow that might cost you your life!"
He stilled and his eyes searched mine.
"That would bother you?" he asked softly.
Tears sprang from my eyes, and I could barely speak for the trembling of my mouth.
"Yes. Because you are the last person that remembers when I was bright and good, and I only just found you."
He sighed and a hand came up to my face. He brushed away a strand of hair that had caught in my eyelashes and then let his hand fall away. He leaned forward until our foreheads touched; his massive nose crowded out my small one.
"Let me try?" he asked.
I reached up and pulled him closer, my face pressed into his neck. I nodded my head, and then let out a sob of a laugh. "You have no choice now, you foolish man." His chest rumbled with his own wry laugh. He patted my back awkwardly and pulled away. He grabbed the duvet and snapped it out to cover me.
"You should sleep."
My face must have reflected my confusion because he drew back suddenly and frowned.
"I did not take up your entire evening to make you work. I would not ask that of you, you silly girl!" he hissed.
"Then why..."
"I needed to see if you were alright. I felt we needed to speak. This was the only way I could arrange it."
"Oh."
For some reason, I felt disappointed. As if he heard my thought and it confused him, he tilted his head to the side. A scowl swept across his features like a storm, and he pushed back off the bed and started searching through the pockets of his robes.
"I brought some Dreamless Sleep and Calming Draughts if you would like them. I also brewed you a Strengthening Solution and a Vitamin Infusion, but you should take those in the morning." He was babbling. I smiled and pushed two of the pillows back over to the empty side of the bed.
"No, thank you. I do not want anything tonight. But if I am to sleep, then I insist you do as well."
He turned to look at the loveseat, and I snorted.
"Oh, please, Snape, there isn't enough muscle relaxant or pain reliever on the planet to cure you of a night on that. I know, I have slept on it, and I am half your size. Now get in bed."
He nodded and turned away from me to unbutton his robes, and I suddenly remembered how lost he had looked when I first saw him a few weeks before. My savior was just a shy little boy with a nasty temper. Hurrah for me.
He draped his robes over the back of the loveseat and came and sat on the bed and worked off his boots. I noticed that the quality of his clothes had improved a bit since that first night. His long ropey muscles were offset by his sharp shoulder blades under his fine linen shirt. He shifted to get under the blankets, but I stopped him with a gesture.
"Belt. If it snags my peignoir it will cost me three weeks' worth of tips to replace."
He hopped back up and unbuckled his belt and slid it out of his trousers. Lifting up the blankets he stopped at another gesture from me.
"Socks. No man is allowed in my bed still wearing socks. Not even saviors."
"You are pushing your luck, woman," he growled as he turned and pulled off his socks.
"Be nice, or I might just choose to be a shrew after you save me."
"Who's to say I won't dump you somewhere safe and then run like hell," he muttered, finally pulling half of the duvet over himself.
"I'll just keep wandering out into traffic so you have to keep coming back to save me. You'll have no choice but to stay."
"There's no traffic in Antarctica," he threatened lightly.
"Ah, but the Dark Lord holds vast influence over penguins, don't you know. You would be stuck freezing with me even there." I giggled at my own humor, lame as it was. It had been a long time since I had bantered around like this. Of course, he had to ruin it.
"You would still want me near after you are safe?" The pleading undercurrent in his voice was not lost on me. Whoever had broken this man deserved to burn in hell.
"Since we are playing pretend, let's pretend we won't drive each other 'round the twist while we live happily ever after. Yes, I will still want you around. People that know who I was before are a bit thin on the ground these days. I have no intension of squandering resources." I leaned up and blew out the candle. I heard him take a shuddering breath in the darkness.
"Good night... Severus." It was the first time I had ever said his name. It made me feel rather like a grown up.
"Dream well, Hermione," his voice floated up out of the darkness, deep and rich.
I had trouble falling asleep. My mind could not seem to wrap around the fact that I had gone to bed with a man and not had sex. It was a gift, another gift, from him, but one that left me feeling slightly empty. Maybe I did not know how to have a relationship with a man outside of a sexual context anymore. Did I want to sleep with him? I never had a choice before. I didn't know the answer. He wasn't attractive physically, but I found after examining my thoughts that I had stopped thinking of him as ugly at some point in the evening. I thought back to our previous encounter and remembered the fire in his eyes, the way he seemed to burn for me. Severus Snape, the same man that stormed throughout a castle and terrified students, had been lost in a haze of lust. For me. Only me. I was his first. These thoughts were heady stuff. I found he wasn't repulsive physically anymore either.
I listened to his breathing even out and then turned on my side to watch him sleep. The embers from the fire were enough to see by now that my eyes had adjusted to the light. I reached out and carefully picked up a lock of his hair. It was so fine and had no body at all but it felt incredibly silky to the touch. I lifted it up to my nose. It smelled clean, but it also smelled like him. A personal scent that I rather liked.
I'm smelling Professor Snape's hair!
Life was so strange. I wished there was someone I could share this moment with, but the last person on the planet that really knew me was the one whose hair I was molesting. I bent my arm under me and laid my head down on it and contemplated his profile. It was... prodigious. Noble, in its way. His face looked younger in his sleep. I guess everyone's does. The harsh lines of strain were gone and his eyes had a gentleness to them that I liked. I liked. I found I was liking a lot about this man. I reached a hand over and laid it on his shoulder under the blankets. My eyes were glued to his face to see if I disturbed him. When no reaction was apparent I slid my hand across his chest and felt the muscles there. I was again surprised by how defined they were. His chest was sharply angled, his shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow so his long torso formed a pronounced triangle. My hands roamed across this new territory, and I found I had to breathe through my mouth to stay silent. I felt his lower ribs and then skimmed my hand down his taut, flat belly. His hand grabbed mine so fast I squeaked.
"Hermione, don't. Please, I am only human." His voice was strained.
"I know. I just found that out recently and I find it remarkable."
"Sleep. You do not want to do this... you are just confused by the circumstances." He pushed my hand back towards me. I wriggled it out of his grasp and leaned up to look down on him. His eyes were hooded; I couldn't see them well in the darkness.
"You said it would be my choice." I was suddenly full of doubts. "Unless you do not want... unless you don't find me... I'm..." I was mortified. I started to back away; maybe the loveseat wouldn't be so bad for me, when his hand grabbed mine again.
"No. Don't think that," he said. He brought my hand back to his body and together, his hand and mine, we skimmed down his taut, flat belly and down to the iron hard erection below.
"I have been like this since I saw you downstairs. Gods, I have been like this for weeks since we last met. Do not think that I do not desire you." He took my hand away and, bringing it up to his mouth, placed a kiss on my open palm. "But do not think that you are under any obligation. I would not ask it of you. Ever. Do you understand what I am trying to say?"
"Yes. Yes I do, and I am profoundly grateful for your gesture, but I find that I want to." I looked into his eyes to stress what I was trying to say. "I have never wanted to before." His breath came out in a deep sigh. He swallowed several times and finally just gave me a short, sharp nod of his head. He was so tense, and his whole body was shaking.
I ran my hand back down his body and cupped his length through his trousers.
"Ohhh," he groaned. I could tell he had tried to hold it back but couldn't and the sound turned my belly to liquid. It felt like my brain was on fire. I undid his trousers quickly and reached inside. When I clutched him, he spasmed and gave voice to a ragged howl that made me feel so incredible. Three strokes and then his cock pulsed in my hand as he came, screaming 'fuck!' repeatedly. I'm sure he was mortified, but me? It made me feel so desired.
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Latest 25 Reviews for The Princess of Gryffindor
597 Reviews | 6.94/10 Average
I agree with Mick42 in the sense that I don't like the Voldemort won/everyone's dead/Hermione's a whore stories. I avoid them like the plague. I decided to give this one a go based on the reviews. I was very, very skeptical. There were aspects to the writing that I didn't like, such as it being written in first person, but the memorial scene alone made it well worth the read. I may have shed a tear (or 10).
Wow...just wow. Now I know why all of these other reviewers have shed a tear. I am a mess. Still smiling tho'! Captivating read. Kudos!
Yay, all finished. It's been a while since I've read this, so I had forgotten a lot of the details in the ending chapters, but I still love it as much as I did the first time I read it. You have my in tears reading the end couple of chapters now, but that's terribly easy to do to a pregnant woman, so don't worry too much lol.
I just love Snape, have I ever mentioned that? I do. And it's stuff like this in stories- him vowing to protect Hermione- that make me love him even more..
This is one I've read before, on ffnet I think, but I have to read it here too, it just seems impossible not to reread your favorite stories when you come across them somewhere. The bonus is that you already know you love the story, even if you can't remember all the details between point A and A.D.
My dear Aurette,I have spent half of yesterday and all of today re-reading this unbelievable story. Half of the time, I've been a sobbing, sopping mess - when S&H were gathering forces and found people who were still alive, the whole Harry and Ron speaking to Hermione from the great beyond, the memorial scene (holy crap, talk about sobbing!), reuniting with Minerva's ghost, and the list goes on. I love the plot of the story. I love your numerous OCs. I love how the young DEs revolt. I love how forces from all sides join together to fight the Dark Lord. I love the romance between S&H. I love how utterly vulnerable he is to her, and she to him. I love how wizarding society hero-worships Snape in the end. I love So Many Things about this story. If my heart could take it, I'd start it all over again, but I really wasn't exaggerating when I said I was sobbing half the time I was reading. This might sound odd, but reading this today, US Memorial Day, just makes it seem even more poignant. But I do think it's honoring to RL sacrifices by reading about fictional ones. Thank you so much for this absolutely wonderful story, and for giving me such an enjoyable (if teary and snotty) way to spend my day off.Love,Christev
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
{{{hugs}}}What a beautiful thing to say. I am deeply touched and honored. Thank you, Christev.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
{{{hugs}}}What a beautiful thing to say. I am deeply touched and honored. Thank you, Christev.
Heartbreaking and wonderful and worth rereading. Thank you for sharing this.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I'm so glad you enjoyed. ;-)
Just re-read this and had to mention: Best Epilogue Ever. Why couldn't you have given JK a few pointers? ;-p
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! She never asked... Thank you!
I've just flown through the last several chapters, held in thrall to this story! This is just genius, you know, starting at a place of total desolation - this terrible post-war dystopia - and taking all the elements from DH (the prophecy from Severus, the Hallows, even walking beside the dead and moving with them before returning to earth - thanks particularly for including Draco with the others), using them as they were meant to be used, finding another way of stopping Voldemort and reenvisioning a new world in the aftermath.
And I love seeing Snape marked as the Man Who Lived! And a father! And the Minister! (And that proposal? Mmm-hmm... clearly, he has caught on to everything Hermione's been teaching him!)
You strike such a great balance between comedy and high drama. It's such a pleasure to read.
Oh, Goyle. Goyles will be Goyles, I suppose!"I think you have just been metaphorically peed on." Oh, I love this line... particularly since Severus' possessiveness towards Hermione is such a strong part of his character (which is why his reluctant willingness to 'share' Hermione rather than lose her was SO terribly shocking).
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Thank you! And I think, by his behavior in this chapter, you can see he tacitly took those words... back.
Response from ofankoma (Reviewer)
Oh, absolutely! That's what's so marvelous to see in this Snape. He acts impulsively so often, and then immediately knows that it's not what he really wanted, and is slowly learning to keep it all in check as he accepts the fact that she really loves him and that he's truly safe with her.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Hannah and Neville! Woo-hoo! (You can just feel the little triumphs along the way - things are getting brighter all the time!) And the lack of trust between all parties involved... yes, that feels completely, completely believable.(Also,I don't know that I've ever met an original character that I've liked, but Peaches is fantastic. Just fantastic. You make me change my mind on a lot of things, I think...)
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I intentionally started this tale as dark as I could make it, and then slowly let the light in. Neville and Hannah were such a beacon of hope...
Ah, the trust between the two as they examine the girls! And her red robes... yes, I imagine Severus doesn't want Hermione in anything less than a high-necked robe in front of her old beau.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Trust is something they thought they had, but as you can see, they are both too emotionally unsophisticated to not end up with issues.
Whoa, whoa, whoa... Elder Goyle and Ma are two revelations here, aren't they? As for the former, it really makes me wonder (again and again) what Voldemort's plan was 'when' he won. Why cheat Death if you have nothing to live for? For someone as hypothetically long-sighted as he was (looking to an eternity of power and control over the wizarding world), he's remarkably short-sighted here (what do you do now that you've won?). You raise all sorts of fascinating questions here. And Ma, with the Veritaserum? Grand.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Ma was intended to just be a stock vilain, but she elbowed her way toward three dimentional. I was very happy with the way she worked out.
The robes! Wonderful, wonderful, all around, from Hermione's comfort in them and the note exchange.Charlie and Viktor? You're really getting things moving here, aren't you? Momentum. You're really a master with creating a momentum that just pulls a reader through the story. I don't mean just here, but everything I've read up til now - it's so well paced and unfolds so naturally. In case I haven't said this in a chapter or two, thanks so much for sharing this.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I was very attuned to the pacing of this tale. It was my very first mult-chaptered fic and getting the pacing down right was one of my primary concerns. Thank you so much for reviewing it!
Hooray! I love what you've done with Theo Nott. The second guessing and the regret shows how easy it was for misguided, then-ambivalent people to latch on to Voldemort's coat tails. (Cloak tails?) Very like Severus at that age, no?You're also hilarious, but I suspect you know that. "Conjure myself some decent clothes?" FABULOUS.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Exactly! I saw Theo as not being wildly different from young Snape, just perhaps a bit more entitled. I am so glad you liked this.
Wow. There are so many things I love, love, love in this chapter. First off, the relationship between Severus and the Malfoys. (Ach, and the horror of their deaths!) Next, Dumbledore's attitude. I, for one, have a tendency to vilify the man. Reading the repentance he shows here makes me rethink a lot of things about him. (So thank you for challenging me!) But you're right - we have a lot of evidence in DH that there are many unspoken things in his past that explain his present actions. And, of course, it's just a relief to see that he finally has someone to tell all this to, someone who will care for him and stand by him through it all. This is just wonderful, and I'm completely loving your writing and this story!
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I also have a tendancy to vilify Dumbledore, but I know that was never JKR's intention, so every so often I try and reset my thinking. Then I backslide. lol.
There are so many reasons I love this story... wonderful narrative flow, seamless incorporation of canon devices (Hallows! Can't wait to see them in action!), a fresh perspective on the nature of evil in the Voldemort regime, a place to see regrets worked out and atoned for.But the single greatest reason why this is so fabulous is your clear vision of your characters. What we know of them from JKR is fleshed out so beautifully here, and it's not a happy-go-lucky, cleaned up and sanitized version of the very broken people we know (and love), but a hard look at the mistakes they make and how they learn together to move on and forgive one another in a much deeper understanding of who the other really is.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
This chapter was my impetus for writing the whole fic. I wanted to get to this scene. Of course, once I did, I then had a Ministry to over throw... lol.
Oh, now that's interesting... incorporating the Hallows? I think this means we'll get to see some action from the Elder Wand (killing Voldemort?), the Resurrection Stone (Harry and Ron?), and the Invisibility Cloak (I have no idea on this one... it's useful in so many ways). I can't wait to see where they lead!
Severus' thoughts on the ambition of Voldemort five years out are interesting... it certainly does make you wonder - what would Tom have done had he won? Did he have a plan in place? I mean, the fear of ignominious death aside, what was really motivating his actions? What did he envision for the Wizarding world?
There's much that I enjoy in this chapter... the way they recognize each other as being, really, the only people left on earth (that we know of so far) who can really see one another is fantastic. Antarctica banter with penguins! 'Whoever had broken this man deserved to burn in hell.'What I found myself wishing I had here was Hermione's musings on her own sexual history. Was she a virgin before she was enslaved here? I found I wanted this when she first talked about her position as a whore with Snape as well... I just want it sometime. (Maybe it's coming up later? We'll see!) There seems to be space for her to say that she's still a virgin (so to speak) with a great deal of this as well. And defend her innocence. Since she never kissed Ron in the final battle (AU breaks off earlier here, right?), has she even been kissed?
Response from ofankoma (Reviewer)
(Because Severus very well may be right in trying to stop her... for her own peace of mind, certainly, and for the fact that she's been traumatised for years there. Another sexual experience now may not be helpful on the road to recovery, and he'd certainly be remiss if he didn't know the situation before letting her have her way with him...)
The harpsichord? That's hilarious. Does she tune it herself, as well? All the descriptions of this place add up to a bizarre, depressing, garish nightmare. It's like everyone tossed in their leftovers and out popped a brother, or several people's lives just vomited out all their extras on the (Voldemort-run) street.
Ah, Draco. I'm sad to hear he's lost. I have a soft spot for him as one of the people who gave Severus a will to go on in HBP and DH. I would have liked seeing your Snape deal with him.
That last long paragraph on the enigma of Snape? Spot on. It sums up why he's such a fascinating character in canon: powerful and powerless, beautiful and ugly, lauded and humiliated. The ambiguity of him is so rich, and not in the Dumbledore 'we sort too soon' sort of way, claiming that he's truly a Gryffindor at heart merely because he's on the side of good.
As to protection, well, that's another one of the strongest themes attached to him in canon, isn't it? He's constantly fighting to protect people - even people he despises -and he prepares them all to do the same. Your Hermione's a lucky girl...
Well done, you.
Hmm... "I, too, practice self-denial?" I think he might practice a few kinds of denial here, since he did just move to kiss her. (Of course, perhaps poor Severus doesn't know any better. He missed out on the 'What not to do whilst visiting a whorehouse' lesson in finishing school.) I greatly appreciate a post-DH Snape who doesn't know what to do with a woman... after all, when you poke around in canon, it seems fairly obvious that his social calendar was empty.
I also enjoy the dynamic you're setting up between Hermione and Peaches, the latter of whom is clearly in control of her own destiny in a way that Hermione just isn't... yet.
And...Harry and Ron? What?!?
Oh, gravy! Lime-green peignoirs and silver mules? This is a high class establishment poor Hermione's stuck in. (Although the lime-green clothing is oddly reminiscent of St. Mungo's...)
I love a phrase like "She floated in like a frigate in full sail." Really, the oppressing shabbiness of the place is overwhelming. I'm so very wary of new characters, so I'm really hoping I will like yours... Peaches, maybe yes? Ma, maybe no. Unless we do know Ma or Angel already and they're just under aliases like the Princess?
Drinking Cocoa enticed me back here to revisit this wonderful, deep, rich tale once again, when I should be doing my own writing and in other ways getting the heap of papers on my desk cleared and sorted (not to mention getting to bed at a decent hour). But, no, I had to swallow this beautiful work whole once again, rediscovering all its complexities and marvels, emotions and heatbreak, fascinations and intricacies. And it is now nearly 2am, and I can at last climb into my solitary little bed, wrapped in the warmth of some quite satisfying and delicious writing. Thank you.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I thank you, truly, for your revisiting this story. Nothing is more satisfying than knowing it is apreciated on a second reading as well. :-)
I give it five years before Brilliant figures out how to spell that journal open and gets the shock of her young life hahahaha.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! Oh, that would be Brilliant! You need to write that fic!
Response from StarryEyedNoOne (Reviewer)
I haven't wrote HP fanfic since I was the age of a first year lol. I pray to any diety that's listening that NONE of it is still floating aroung out there. :-\
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! I understand. I once read that if you aren't embarrased by something you wrote a year ago, you are no longer growing as a writer. Hell, I get embarrassed over things I wrote last week...