Challenge: Coldest Winter
Length: 100 x 2
A/N:No money, no beta, just some emo angst working its way through my system.
There is a lover’s moon shining over a silvery pond in a quiet forest. It is an altar, sacred and silent. Standing alone, watching snow fall silent and blameless on the frozen surface, Hermione wonders if she will ever feel warm again.
She also wonders if anyone will ever love her with such tumbling, trembling, helpless, hopeless devotion as Severus Snape felt for Lily.
On a cold December night, he knelt by this spot, and sank his last, sharpest tribute to his lost love into the black water.
In her resigned and jealous heart, Hermione knows the answer is no.
She envies Snape; at least he knew what drove him. Ten years after she watched the light die from his eyes, Hermione remains unsure of this simple fact about herself.
Is passion worth the heartache it may bring? Should she lock her heart away, as he locked the sword in the water – like Nimue captured Merlin in the tree?
She wishes she could have locked him away; kept him safe, fed off his knowledge and passion. If she could only understand him, perhaps she might solve the mystery of her own ridiculous obsession with a man she never really knew.