Muggle Bruges

                                    

                                          

Nayme and Severus take a stroll around muggle Brugges and down memory lane...
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As they walked down the street, his hand on her waist, she felt happy, carefree and full of love.
They went down an alley, made a turn to the left and there was a passage. As they crossed, Severus took out his wand and cast a spell, probably to ward off muggles.
His diverting spell would keep them from being seen by probing eyes just long enough for them to shake anyone who might have been following them. In Mooiewratten it would have been easy for him to spot people spying on them; out here, however, he wasn't used to the surroundings.
She was, of course, oblivious to the fact that there might be people probing at all. He felt the sting of guilt and shame. He still didn't want to go into that subject. Not yet. She was so happy. He was so happy.
He wasn't lying as much as postponing the truth.
Nay wondered if she would ever find her way back without him - if the anti-muggle spells would work on her too, even though she had already been inside. Probably.
"Sev... how is this... for you?"
There was a second of panic when he thought he had been found out.
"What do you mean?"
"This whole thing... marrying a muggle..."
Oh. That.
He seemed to ponder that for a moment.
"I married you . And that makes me so happy that sometimes I still fear I'll wake up." She snuggled up to him at this. He was so cute. "Why do you ask?"
"It's funny how that doesn't even come up. It's almost like a non issue."
He immediately remembered the vendor the day before. Things like that almost never happened.
On the other hand, they had almost never left the castle before.
"Yes, that's how it seems for me too. "
"It's just that with Sirius it was something that constantly hung over our heads."
Black. Fucking Black. Always hanging around in the background, like a bloody shadow.
He was very quiet. Then he sighed through his nose and said: "And?" He seemed irritated.
"Are you mad?" she asked.
So mad. Although not at her. He remembered his possessions flying around his bedroom in his fit of rage when he found out who her "influential ex" had been.
"I feel like I'm being compared to him and I don't like it."
She stopped walking and turned to him.
"I'm sorry. I assure you this is not about him. Or you. This is about whether I'm fooling myself to think that I belong in your world. I'm trying to figure out what changed since then."
His expression shifted dramatically.
What an ass. She was worried and, instead of comforting her, he wanted her to cater to his fragile male ego.
"Are you... afraid?" He asked.
"Yes." It was a relief to be actually heard. "It's a fear that is always there, lurking. Sometimes I'm terrified. I can't stand the thought of being pulled away from you. After two wars... It's like I have to be on the lookout to keep that from happening."