Snow at Night
by Sinope
Title:
Snow at Night
Author: Sinope at (no spam!) gmail dot com
Rating:
R
Pairing:
Snape/Hermione
Summary:
Dusk comes early in the winter, and her lips upon him feel like snow at night.
Author's notes:
Inspired by (though mostly unrelated to) Layha's lovely Snape vid.
Disclaimer: This is an unofficial fan work. No profit was made; no ownership is implied.
Dusk comes early in the winter, and her lips upon him feel like snow at night. Snape feels them melting over his body, cool and cleansing and bright like starlight. Her fingers tremble as she pinches out the candles, and her tears moisten their kiss, but he doesn't know how to ask Hermione why she's crying.
Snape wonders whether this is what redemption feels like.
They make love as they often do, stickily and awkwardly, but Hermione returns to her rooms afterward, in case the children need their Head of House. "I'll see you tomorrow," she says as she leaves, their ritual familiar and careful; if she didn't say the words, Snape doesn't think he could ask.
In the stillness in Hermione's wake, Snape tastes a long strand of her hair tangled around his tongue. He draws it from his mouth and holds it before his dark-adjusted eyes: soft, golden-brown, gently curled, lavender-scented. Infinitely far from lanky, greasy, lifeless black.
"Incendio," he says, and Hermione's presence becomes a puff of whitish smoke.
Dusk comes early in the winter, and the charmed dungeon walls never fully repel the north wind. Snape buries himself in scratchy woolen blankets and sleeps without dreaming.
finis.
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