enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

66. Obsidian amber

Frozen on the spot, the world around him spinning uncontrollably, Severus tried to stand up yet failed miserably, toppling forward his hand securing on the edge of the nearest sofa, preventing his body from hitting the ground. Harry looked down, his head lowered - trying to withdraw from the cruel world he lived in. Exhaling and inhaling swiftly, deep breathes no longer a plausibility as Severus heart tore, his muscle shredding generating a wail of torture emitting from his dry throat as his mind processed the news.

With the last scrap of strength, grasping he needed to make it to his lover in record time, Snape crawled on the floor, - his cloak following behind him - as he led his body towards the fireplace, the pressure in his chest soon becoming unbearable as he needed to stand up and grab a fist full of powder to floo to her. Calloused fingers gripping like hooks on the stone wall, Severus gathered all the energy on his lower limbs and pushed upwards, his head spinning around, Harry's words swaying his whole body.

As his hand collected the silver powder, he went inside the fireplace and locked his eyes, trying to compose himself knowing he could either get maimed or teleported somewhere else if his mind and magic weren't sharpened. Once his lips and voice rang in the dungeon loud and clear, he felt the pull from the floo dart him into the infirmary, his steps deserting the enclosed area as his eyes roamed around the ocean of beds, searching for her.

Not far from were he stood he could see her, seemingly unconscious draped in a long white robe, the blanket conscientiously folded at the foot of the bed, exposing her long legs.

Running to her side, his mind lost in a battle between faith and despair, Severus sat on the petite space near her waist and laid his hand on her cheek, stroking his thumb against it. "Hermione," he breathed, calling after her.

Feeling her stir under his touch made him smile; she was still alive. "How are you feeling my love?"

Her heart swelled the instant she heard his voice whisper her name, the happiness that surged from within consumed her with an overwhelming feeling of peace. Although her eyelids were heavy, she battled the weight as her eye fluttered free from unconsciousness' grip before a soft kiss pressed against her lips, a silent 'thank you' for being alive.

"Am I in heaven?" she joked, glowing at him, "has a god just kissed me?"

The teasing wiggle of her eyebrows made him chuckle, "I didn't know you had a little of the mischievous Weasley Twins' cracks in you love," for a fragment of a second she had managed to make him forget why he had rushed to the infirmary. For a small instant he had forgotten where they stood or the danger they were facing. It felt perfect, but it was all an illusion that soon evanesced. "What's going on Hermione, I'm thoroughly confused, has Dumbledore told you what we could do to send you back?"

Sighing, Hermione moved her arm from under the blanket and grabbed the hand that was caressing her cheek and moved his fingers to her lips, kissing each one of them slowly, battling the tears that threatened to escape her orbs. "Dumbledore has been obliviated Severus, his eyes were completely glazed, it must have happened in the hour I found him. We lost all hope my love, he doesn't even remember who I am, that I time travelled, forgive me."

Eyes focused on her lips moving yet unable to hear, her voice becoming muffled as if his mind decided to shield his audition from the bad news, Severus brought his lips to hers and kissed her passionately, the ache in his chest wounding him.

It was perfect, the world stopped moving as they became the only two humans on earth, sharing a long and desperate kiss. Misleading himself as long as he could from the reality, Severus moved forward, finding his spot between her legs, her body perfectly molded for him. Lowering his attention to her neck he caressed his way down to the end of her dress, the roughness from the textile making him want to remove it, tear away any remnant of clothing that separated his body to hers. He needed skin to skin, comfort each other by the simple act of touching, of exchanging their heat with the other.