Chapter Ten

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"Come along, or we'll be late," Severus urged with an evil glint in his eye. He wanted to attend breakfast in case Rolanda made an appearance. He wondered if she'd figured out a way to transfigure her hair and eyes back. There was no telling what hexes Minerva had used. If she was anything, it was a brilliant, inventive Transfiguration Mistress.

"I'm ready. Have you seen my cloak?" Hermione asked. She was glad to be going to breakfast as well. Her stomach was rumbling something fierce.

"Yes, it's just there on the chair," he said pointing towards the table. "Harry sent a letter to you last night." He paused. "Would you like to take a moment to read it? It must have been important to have sent his owl out so late." He hoped she would. As much as he wanted to witness the morning's happenings, he wanted to know what was in her letter. He saw that she looked guilty for a moment before pocketing the letter.

"No, I'll read it later. I'm famished," she replied, taking his hand in hers.

"Very well," he said. He noted the look of pure agony on Pomona's face when they sat at the table. Filius was humming happily to himself. Minerva had a somber expression on her face while Albus was merrily chatting with Hagrid. Poppy came in with a small vial and handed it to Pomona.

"There you are, Mona. You should learn to measure out your cups," she admonished.

"And, you, Poppy! Filius told me in bed... uh... just earlier, that you were well into your cups and in tears over a bit of insult." She downed the contents quickly. "Thanks all the same."

The two began to bicker, but Hagrid's booming greeting drowned out their voices. "Good morning, Severus, Hermione! Had a nice outin' did ya?"

"Eventful," Severus said while Hermione nodded. It was at this moment that blue-haired, red-eyed Rolanda flounced up to the table.

"Good morning all! Slept well, I assume?" she asked jovially.

Everyone held their breaths as Minerva spoke. "I had a quite restful sleep."

"I did as well. Forgotten about all that happened until I passed by the mirror." She chuckled. "It told me that I should get back in bed for a bit more of beauty rest. Can you believe it?" She patted the mass on top of her head with one hand while stirring her cup with the other. "Good conversation piece, this."

Minerva's eyes narrowed for a moment, but then she mumbled a few counter hexes. "There you are. It would be inappropriate for the students to find out what occurred. I'm sure there will be some talk. No need showing them the proof of it." Severus noticed that she gave Hermione a slight wink. "I should learn to mind my impulses."

"Pah! Think nothing on it," Rolanda said dismissively. "But, if you ever put me in pink clothes again, I'll put cat nip all about the castle." The two witches shared a grin over this. Other staff started coming in, as well as the young students that had stayed over the holidays. After breakfast, they all chatted amicably for a while until one by one they began dispersing.

"We'll have a small get together tomorrow night for a New Year celebration," Albus said. Hermione paled. Good grief, but she was not ready for another get together. She could have kissed Severus when he replied.

"I think not, Headmaster. We've had enough merriment for the time being. In fact," he said, eyeing Hermione softly for a moment, "I shall take Hermione home for a few days before the start of term. She could do with a little quiet time in which to study. I fear I have been keeping her from that."

"Oh, very nice," Albus said.

Hermione smiled. Did he mean take her to his home? Their home? She'd not ask, but she would pretend he thought of it that way. She began thinking of the possibilities for the master bedroom. It would need a few feminine touches, but she wouldn't overstep her bounds. She would do it subtly, and she would check to see if he approved. It really wasn't her home yet after all.

"Hold on, Severus. I need to get Hermione situated in her new quarters. I was going to do that yesterday, but then I was coerced into going into Hogsmeade," Minerva said strictly. Hermione knew that it hadn't taken much to talk her into anything, but she kept quiet.

"New quarters?" Severus asked dully. He eyed Hermione for a moment before speaking again. "Did you request... that?"

"No, she thinks..."

"Oh, calm down, man," Minerva retorted. "Nobody need know where she sleeps, but she will have her own chambers nonetheless."

"Of course," Severus said, standing suddenly. "I would hate to give anyone any cause to gossip." Hermione could tell that this didn't sit well with him. She mentally sighed, as it would likely be another thing to talk about.

"It won't take long," Hermione soothed. "I'll only bring over a few personal effects to make it look as though it's lived in."

"Oh, come now," Albus said. "You two go off to your house for a visit. This can wait until just before the students return."

"Thank you, sir," Hermione said swiftly, pulling Severus away with her before Minerva had a chance to rebuff their plans. Inwardly, she was thrilled. They'd get to spend quality time alone for the first time. She would let him see how it could be for two lovers to share a home together. A real home. "She sprung that on me yesterday before Rolanda spirited us away. I hadn't thought to tell you."

"Well, you didn't have the chance. It's all right, Hermione." He looped her arm with his. He realized how comfortable it felt having her with him. It was as if she were made specifically for him. He'd take this time to learn everything that he could about her. He'd show her that life could be great for them. Severus only worried that she could learn to deal with his less than desirable attributes. He was prone to work well into the night on research or on rebuttals of others' research. With a smirk, he admitted to himself that he was quite cynical at times. They just needed time to learn how to cope with their differences and enjoy the things for which they held the same passion.

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"That feels good," Severus murmured, setting his glass of wine onto the floor next to him. "Where did you learn to do this?"

"That ruddy book on pleasing wizards," she said through laughter. "I've never actually done it before, but it explained the procedure so well. I'm glad you are enjoying it. Lie on your stomach."

Severus smiled and did as he was told, using his robes and shirt as a temporary pillow. He replayed the evening in his mind over again. It had been so perfect that it was unsettling. It was as if something was going so well that there had to be something that would ruin it. Yes, it was in his Slytherin nature to always be on the look out for himself, but if he continued to worry on trivial matters and always waited for fate to step in to play a cruel trick, they would never get any place. They had popped into town to pick up a few provisions. She studied while he read. The elves prepared an excellent meal before disappearing. They talked for a couple of hours before the fire whilst sipping, only moderately, on some wine she had suggested. She said that her parents had a bit after dinner sometimes. When he complained of having a crick in his neck, she began to timidly massage his neck and shoulders. Somehow his robes came off, as did his shirt, and here they were.

Hermione was now straddled over Severus while kneading his pale, firm flesh. In the firelight, she could see little scars here and there, but the skin was still smooth. He had tensed up when she first began touching him, so she knew better than to try to suggest anything further than this. It was just nice to be able to touch him in such a way. She'd enjoyed the wonderful day with him. This is how it always should be. Hermione continued to caress his flesh until her hands began to hurt. It was only then that she heard his slight snore. She hated to wake him, but they needed to go up to bed. She didn't want to sleep on the floor. "Severus, let's go to bed, love."

He stirred languidly. "What time is it?"

"I'm not sure, but you've fallen asleep. Should we go up?" she asked softly, moving off of him. Stretching as he sat, he yawned lightly.

"Yes, I think we should. I'm very relaxed now. I think the bed would be more satisfying at this point," he said, pulling her up with him. "We should have used a cushioning spell." He led her up the stairs and into the room. The elves had stoked the fire, and the room was comfortably warm. Each readied themselves for bed quietly. After holding each other for a while, Severus kissed her softly. "Good night," he said.

"Night," she replied, snuggling closer.

A moment later, he said, "Hermione, please don't be offended by my... lack of advances. It's not that I don't want to make love to you. I do, but I am still dealing with this for now. We both are. I think it wise..."

"Enough," she whispered. "It's fine. Pleasant dreams."

"Only if you are in them," he replied immediately, tightening his hold. What had he done to deserve such a forgiving woman? Dryly, he commented, "The real you, in any event." She giggled lightly and let the silence lull her into sleep.

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Hermione woke first with horrible cramping. "Sod it all," she muttered, making her way to the loo. After completing her toilette, she made her way downstairs.

"Good morning, Miss," Zenka greeted. "I is having your breakfast ready."

"Thanks," she said kindly, pouring some juice into a cup. She grabbed a couple of scones and made her way to the living area. There was a slight chill in the air still, so she draped her cloak over her legs. She felt the bulk in her pocket and remembered Harry's letter. Blast! How could she have forgotten about it? She quickly opened it.

Mione,

Sorry I didn't reply sooner. I hope you weren't moping about waiting for a reply. I guess Snape didn't tell you about it, but we had a little chat. He seemed fine to me, so I don't think he'll be throwing you out. Stop this worrying nonsense. He was a right side more amicable than I even thought he'd be, what with the stunt we pulled.

As far as anyone mentioning anything about any past relationship that he may have had, no. There is nothing that I recall about it. I fished around a bit with Mrs. Weasley, but she wasn't biting. Said something like his business was his own. So, I think there was someone, but maybe she is right. We shouldn't be prying about. Ask him if you'd like.

The only woman I ever heard him speak fondly of was my mother. We had a little talk about that as well. He said that he was sorry that she had died as she had always tried to befriend him though he didn't appreciate it at the time. Now, that's nothing to go by since he and I haven't exactly shared many conversations. Truth be known, he probably just never bothered with anyone.

I left for a bit. Ginny had a nightmare. I went up to see what was going on, but her mother shooed me away. Ron said that sometimes she still has bad dreams about Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange. She hides it well I tell you. I might try to talk to her on it tomorrow. If anyone understands about that, then it would be me. That's why we get on so well, us. We've both been tainted by that arse. Good luck, Mione. I'll see you next week. Ron sends his hellos and wants me to say that Luna has accepted to wear his house ring. Hope it disturbs the Ravenclaws! Gryffindor plays them next!

Love,

Harry

Well, that was no help. Harry was right though. Why worry about it? It was apparent where his loyalties were now. That was nice of Harry's mum to try to be nice to him, even back then. Hermione thought for a moment. What had Severus been like so long ago? In his school days? Was he yet the man she had met in his dream? Not likely, as they were still in school.

Harry's mum. Hermione remembered the way Severus had stiffened in her arms in the dream when she spoke her name. He'd gotten an odd, wary look in his eyes. Why do you speak of her? Why indeed? "Bloody hell," she said, standing up. It was Harry's mum. She was the one that he'd felt something for. She had spurned him for James Potter. That had to be why he hated Harry so much. It was no secret that Severus loathed Harry's dad. This explained everything. She sat on the lumpy chesterfield, mentally recalling all that she could remember about his mum.

Lily was sort of like a martyr to them. She had given her life for Harry's. She was brilliant in her own right, and she wasn't beyond using a bit of old, darker magic to ensure that Harry lived. She always heard that Lily was pleasant, but she had a no nonsense approach about things. Hermione secretly thought that Ginny resembled her, and she believed that likeness was what attracted Harry eventually. That and, now apparently, the connection they each had to Voldemort.

How could she compete with such a woman? "Stop, Hermione! This is what got you into trouble the last time. Talk to him," she said aloud.

"To me?" a silky voice asked from the doorway.

She startled and dropped the parchment. "You look smashing, Severus." He was wearing a light green, silk shirt and navy trousers. "Are we off somewhere?"

"I thought you might like an excursion into town for lunch. I've just had an Owl from Lucius, and he wants to meet with me. I thought you might like to do a little shopping while he and I talk," he said mysteriously.

She bit back the instinct to ask what they were meeting about. "Could we visit my vault at Gringott's? I haven't all that much left, what after my Christmas shopping." He threw a small coin purse to her. She looked at it oddly, feeling coins inside. "What's this?"

"I thought you might like a little spending money. We'll not be going to Diagon Alley, so we won't be near Gringotts."

"Severus, I can't spend your money. I wouldn't feel right about it. Besides, I'm not for buying all that much anyway. I'm not above window shopping," she said with a smile. It was sweet of him to offer it to her.

"Hermione, you are welcome to it. Perhaps...maybe you would like to buy a few things for the house. Didn't I hear you mumble something about needing an arrangement on the table?" he asked slyly, raising an eyebrow.

"Would you mind terribly? I don't want to impose," she said, standing to go to him.

He gave her a decisive look before answering cautiously. "Hermione, if you'd like, you could think of this as our home. That being the case, it's your right to decorate or arrange as you see fit," he said, folding his hands in front of him as he spoke.

"Well, thank you," she said, rubbing his arm lightly. "That means a lot to me. I promise to consult with you on things of course."

He nodded. "Have you eaten? Feeling well?"

"Some scones a bit ago. They were delicious. I do have a bout of spasms today."

"Take something for that then. Did you get any more studying done?" he asked, moving into the kitchen.

"Only a little. I'm feeling a bit rebellious right now," she said with a grin. "Maybe I'll put it off until we get back."

"We're not leaving for a while yet," he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"You're right. I'll just go and have a read then," she said, backing away.

"I'm not dismissing you, Hermione. I just mentioned that you had extra time. I know it means a lot to you to do your best on the examinations."

"Honestly! It's okay. I'll reserve my rebelliousness for later," she said, blowing him a kiss before exiting.

His mouth gaped open for a moment, and then he chuckled. Girls didn't blow kisses at men like him often. It was a sweet and completely innocent gesture. Once again, he was reminded of her youth. He shrugged. Apparently it didn't bother her. Why should he dwell on it?

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Severus raised an eyebrow when he saw Draco with Lucius. Nevertheless, he greeted both Malfoys. Hermione smiled brightly at Draco. "Fancy meeting you here," she jested.

"Father thought I could keep you company while the old men have their chat," he said with a wink.

"How nice," she said easily.

"Indeed," Severus said, not liking the charismatic boy with his woman. He was sure that Lucius had his reasons. "Meet us here in say, an hour?"

"Sure," Draco drawled. "We'll just be about on this street and not take any alleys."

"Fair enough," Lucius said, urging Severus to follow him. Severus watched the young pair amble off and noticed that they were having a relaxed conversation already. "Oh, come now, Severus. Draco is here to make sure she is safe. Hurry up."

"Tell me what you know," Severus said as soon as they sat down.

"Old man Higgs has been making small inquiries around town, trying to see where everyone's interests are. My contacts within the ministry said that he's been there many times in the past couple of weeks. Mostly he's been having meetings with Fudge, Percy Weasley, Umbridge, and Edgecombe. My source tells me that he overheard a plan to reinstate charges on us for crimes prior to our turning."

"Ludicrous! Bones pardoned us as soon as the Dark Lord was taken down. They can't reverse a pardon. We've received Orders of Merlin for our work," Severus said hotly.

"Exactly. However, it'll never pass. That just shows that they are up to something. They will want to pay us back somehow." Lucius looked around before whispering conspiratorially. "Young Terrence Higgs has Owled Draco this morning asking him to meet him for a party over at the Parkinsons' later. Either he is trying to get to Draco, or he's trying to work through him to get to me."

"Well, he's not going, is he?" Severus asked.

"Of course. It's only polite to accept an invitation. Pansy still fancies him, in any event. I think it wise to let him go." Lucius raised an eyebrow. "I think it wise that you keep a close eye on your little friend, Severus. I would be glad that you intercepted her when she met with Higgs night before last. The family still considers a Muggle-born to be unworthy. I think this may have given them an idea. Why else would he be associating with the seventh years?"

"And, Draco can find out for us if he plays his cards right," Severus summarized. "I shall have to explain to Hermione. Does Draco know everything?"

"He does," Lucius said. "One last thing, Severus. About Percy Weasley. I think he is easily swayed, that one. He worships the ground that Fudge walks on, even if he is a lowly worker in a subordinate department. I know you won't like this, but perhaps Potter and his lot could do something to feel him out."

"I'll talk to Harry about it, but as far as I know, they've not associated with that boy since that bitch Umbridge took over at Hogwarts."

Lucius smirked. "Harry, is it?"

"I've...things have happened. We are on friendlier terms. That is all you need to know," Severus said blandly.

"Severus, I think it's grand that you have found someone to share your time with these last couple of weeks." Lucius accepted a fresh glass from the waiter. "Is it permanent, you think?"

Nodding slightly, Severus said, "I do."

"Excellent. Perhaps you should come over for dinner one evening," Lucius offered politely.

"I don't know. I didn't like the way Narcissa treated her last time. I could tell Hermione was uncomfortable even though she didn't say it," he said with a sour look.

"To be quite blunt, she was tickled that the paper published that picture and story about the four of us. She now firmly believes that you have gained us another connection." Lucius laughed lightly. "She'll never change I'm afraid, but at least we know she won't mistreat her again. She wouldn't stake our newfound...association." Severus shook his head and chuckled.

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"So, you were right then," Hermione said. "They are still trying to find ways to punish you for turning. Well, I'm not afraid. Not really. I'll be at Hogwarts with you. Let them try something!"

Severus smiled. "Suffice it to say, Hermione, you still need to be aware of your surroundings and those in it at all times. It's better to be protected than regretful."

"Percy, that dolt! I can't believe he is still trying to be Fudge's lapdog after all this time! You'd think since Fudge was removed from office and since his own father has been promoted, he would put his loyalty with his family, where it belongs." Hermione pulled at her hair in exasperation. "The only one he still Owls now is Ginny. I'll talk to her. I'll talk to the lot of them."

"Very well," Severus said, pulling her to him for a kiss. I don't kiss her often enough. As her lips and tongue worked their magic on his mouth, he was overcome with feeling. Not lust, but love. "Little One...I am enjoying our time here together."

"As am I, Severus. It's glorious!" She kissed him again. "Bloody hell! I have to go to the loo. Sorry!"

Severus laughed. She'd had some cramping earlier. He hoped it was nothing she had eaten. He sat down to take off his boots when he noticed a bit of parchment sticking out from under the lamp table. "What have we here?"

He opened it and immediately realized it was from Harry. She had finally read the letter. She hadn't mentioned it to him. Why? He looked around and cocked his head to listen for her footsteps. Quickly he read the letter. So. She had worried that he would kick her out, and then she began to wonder whom he held affections for previously. No wonder she was all wrapped up in emotion where Hooch was concerned. She probably thought that he fancied her at one time.

Severus said a silent thanks to Molly for not gossiping about his past, especially not to Harry. Not about that. Harry had not caught on to anything he had said that night when they talked. So much the better, but if Hermione mulled over this then she was sure to figure it out. He would have to talk to her. He was disappointed that she was trying to find out information on his past without asking him. He'd told her that first night that they had made love that he would suggest that she ask him any questions. He even told her that he might not answer them. The least she could have done was tried to ask. They'd been alone for the better part of two days here, and she'd not mentioned it once.

That must have been why she was talking to herself this morning then. So she had only read her letter this morning. He smirked thinking of her words. She had said she should just talk to him. He glanced at the letter again. "What's that?" Hermione asked, walking into the room.

Embarrassed that he'd been caught reading her personal letter, he replied with acid. "I've found this. Would you care to explain just why you and Harry are nosing about for information on my past dating habits?"

Hermione's face heated. "I...I'm sorry?"

"You should be. Did I not tell you to ask me things if you had questions? I do not like when people try to pry into my personal life, Hermione. Not even you. Here is proof that you have." He stood up to thrust the letter at her. "As such, I..."

"Hang on! You talk of prying, eh? What are you doing reading my personal letter?"

He paused. "If you wish to hide things from me, I suggest you do a better job of it. The parchment was laid out on the floor, just there. I read it mistakenly thinking that it was mine."

"Severus, I wrote to him after you'd left me that morning. I just thought if I knew who it was that you used to care about, well, then maybe I could groom myself to be like her. I thought maybe you wouldn't throw me out. I meant well," she said, biting her lip and looking away.

It's now or never, Severus. "You are more like her than you know," he began softly. He sat down and motioned for her to join him. "You are both intelligent. You are both Muggle-born witches. You each have your own way to look at the world. You analyze everything and try to fix what's broken. You are both kindhearted by nature. You both took the time to try to get to know me." He kissed her hand. "I was just a little younger than you when I took a liking to her, but by the time I realized that I did fancy her, it was too late. She began seeing someone else. I hated myself for never giving her a chance. Back in those days, I most likely would have been disowned by my father and the few friends that I had if I would have dated a Muggle-born. When I looked inside and realized that I didn't care, she had forgotten her feelings for me."

"Is she..."

"Let me finish. It ate me up inside. I hated her boyfriend who later became her husband, and I hated her child because he could have been mine. I just gave up on hope. I never allowed myself to feel again, until you. Now that I do feel...this," he gestured to the both of them, "I know that I have never felt this way before. What I felt for her pales in comparison. I'm a grown man now, and I am hoping to be able to share a life with the woman I...feel this way for."

"Severus, where is she now?" Hermione asked. She had a feeling that it was Harry's mum, but he spoke of her in the present tense.

"She died the night the Dark Lord's curse backfired when he tried to kill Harry. I have long since been over any feelings that I had for her. Do not think I still harbor some torch," he said with a rueful expression. "I only stopped to wonder how things could have been every so often."

"Lily."

"Yes, Lily. Hermione, the reason I feel this way about you, it's not because you remind me of her. There are so many reasons that I wish to spend the time I have left with you. Do not ever think again that you have to groom yourself to mimic another." He kissed her hand again. "You would change too much, and I wouldn't like it."

Hermione hugged him, feeling extremely relieved. I love this man so much. They began kissing passionately, hands caressing, tongues mingling, bodies melding. He pulled back some time later to look into her eyes questioningly. "I can't," she said sorrowfully.

"I understand," he said with disappointment.

"No, I want to. It's... now is not a good time," she said gesturing to her midsection.

He grinned. "I do, indeed, understand then. No reason I can't take you to bed and kiss you to sleep though, is there?"

"Definitely not. I'd be upset if you didn't."

"I could think of nothing more I would want to be doing when the New Year rings in."

"Severus, I could...you know," she said, nodding to his lower body.

"No, Hermione. That is not necessary. I would hate to not be able to return the favor," he said, leading her to the bedroom. "I think I can survive a few days without. Just having you near is enough."

She remained quiet while she slipped into her nightclothes. A wicked grin broke out over her face as she noticed Severus pulling his nightshirt over his head. "I'll Nox the candles when I get out of the bathroom." She brushed her teeth and mentally prepared herself. There would be no denying her. He was too damned honorable at times! Why shouldn't she be allowed to please him? She padded back to the bed, extinguished the lights, and crawled in on his side to sit right next to his knees.

"Hermione?"

"I want to touch you," she said softly. She felt his body relax as she put her hand on his calf. As softly as she could, she inched it up further until it slipped under his nightshirt. She made an innocently timid grope over his bulging under shorts. Hearing his slight intake of breath, she caressed more firmly, palming his hard length. Again, he sucked in air, but there was a slight rumble of sound that reached her ears. Emboldened, she used more force with her fingers to create a circular path up and down his length. This time he groaned aloud and tried to still her hand with his own. She pushed it away.

Using both hands she eased down his under pants, allowing her nails to scratch along his flesh. He kicked them off impatiently as she brought both hands to his thick shaft. She could practically feel it throbbing in her palms. One hand lowered to explore his scrotum, and the other slightly pumped his length. Severus enclosed her hand with one of his to guide her. She had been afraid to grip him too tightly, but apparently he didn't mind. His hand moved away as her ministration grew steady.

She could feel his body starting to move and grind against her hands. Instinctively, she increased her speed. She was compelled suddenly to lower her head and lick his tip. "Hermione!" he exclaimed sharply. She felt his body lurch forward, and she suckled the head with her lips and stroked it with her tongue in time with her hand movements. Her other hand was still caressing his scrotum. Suddenly he began to move frantically against her. His hand came up to push her face away, and a moment later she felt warm liquid dripping out over both hands and forearms. He hissed out a final, "Yesssss," as he climaxed.

"Scourgify," she said softly, cleaning the mess from each of them. She placed her wand on the end table at the foot of the bed and crawled up his body for a kiss. "Sleep well, love."

He flipped her over onto her back. "I wish I could be within you right now." He began kissing her lips and throat. "I want you so badly, Hermione."

"I wish it as well," she agreed. "Happy New Year."

"It shall be," he whispered. "I promise." After a long session of kissing, they fell into a contented sleep.

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"It feels odd being back in the castle, doesn't it?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence that had ensued since they began unpacking their things. Severus had been very thoughtful from the moment they had returned. This was the third day after the New Year began. A new year indeed! Hermione smiled, knowing this year would be the start of the rest of her life. Her life with Severus.

Severus paused to look at her. "Yes. I fear I'd grown comfortable at home. This is the first time that I regret being back at Hogwarts after a trip home." He busied himself with some papers on his table. "I'll need to read over some of these." She nodded and watched him sweep away to his office.

What was it that was bothering him? Did he think things would change between them since the students would be returning the next evening? Of course! Minerva would be down to fetch her soon to help her get settled in to her new quarters. They'd talked about so many things over the last few days, but they hadn't talked about that! She'd assumed that she would keep up the pretense of having her own set of rooms, but she would Floo down to be with him in the evenings. Who would have thought that the man could be so insecure?

As if right on cue, Minerva's head appeared in the fireplace. "Hermione, Albus said that you two had returned. Would you mind meeting with me? We need to go over a few things. I'll be in my office in about ten minutes."

"That's fine. Good to see you. I'll just let Severus know," Hermione said promptly. This was to be her new boss after all. It wouldn't do to show her how disappointed this made her. Minerva was right though. What kind of message would it send to the students?

"That'll do." Minerva's head disappeared.

Hermione went to Severus' office. She noticed the he was frowning over a parchment. "Are you all right?" she asked quietly.

"I need to leave the castle for a few hours," he said, standing up to throw his cloak over him. "I'll not be able to take lunch with you. Will you be all right today?"

"Yes, I was coming to tell you that Minerva wants me to go over a few things with her, so I will be occupied while you are gone. I suppose we'll have to set up my quarters," she said, gauging his reaction. He just stared at her impassively waiting for her to continue. "Even though I will have my own quarters, I still intend to come here as often as possible. You don't think to be rid of me so easily, do you?" she asked with a grin.

He cupped her cheek. "Not at all. Hermione, I just think things will change for us. The students will be back. After you take your N.E.W.T.s, you'll start to work, and Minerva is no slacker. You'll be very busy, as will I. I wonder at how much time we will actually have together."

"Each evening, after our work is done and dinner has been eaten, I'll be here. Then you will have me all night until just before breakfast the next morning. We'll have weekends together as well," she said, bringing her lips closer with each sentence. He pulled her face to his until their lips were nearly grazing.

"And, I will have you each night. You are mine." With that whispered fiercely, he took her lips with his in a passionate kiss. "I'll search you out upon my return." With one last quick kiss, he strode out of his door, robes billowing behind him. She wondered what he had been reading and where he was off to. She would bet it was something to do with Lucius. They had been exchanging Owls over the last couple of days. Severus had told her that he would explain it all to her as soon as he knew for certain what was going on. She didn't push him, but she resented being left out in the dark. Shrugging the thoughts away, she made her way to Minerva's office.

"Hello, dear. Have a nice stay with Severus?" Minerva asked, pouring a cup of tea.

"Yes, it was nice," Hermione said, giving her mentor a shy smile.

"Excellent! I know that you may not fully understand why I insist on you having your own quarters, but I assure you it is for the best. Our business is our own, and there is no need for the entire school knowing. Some things would just be deemed inappropriate," she said softly. "I'm sorry, but that's my final word on the matter."

"I do understand, and I think on some level, Severus does as well. Our relationship is so new; we just want to spend all the time together that we possibly can. We'll work it out," she said.

"Very well. On to our discussion then. As I have just said, our business is our own. I know you are still at an age where you might like to gossip with your young friends, but it would not be prudent to share any personal information about us." Minerva gave her a pointed look. "Where Potter and Weasley know many things that go on already, the rest of the school remains in the dark. I'd like to see them stay that way." She gave a small smile. "I don't think you would spread gossip, but things such as...my small conflict with Rolanda need not be repeated."

"Of course not, Professor," she said quickly.

"It's always Minerva, Hermione. We are colleagues now. Now I need to ask you something, and I need a very honest answer."

Hermione sat up straighter. The woman seemed so serious. "All right."

"With all of the extra effort you put into everything, I would almost believe you capable of taking over the first through fifth year classes already. But, I must ask you. Do you think that by the end of term you will have learned enough to start off on your own with all classes next year?" Minerva's voice had taken on a very somber note.

"Yes. I am sure I will learn what needs to be done and fall into a pattern. Would your notes be available to me?" she asked, feeling excited and dismayed at the same time. She wasn't supposed to teach all classes on her own until year after next. Something must be wrong.

"Certainly. I've taught in precisely the same manner for each class each year for most of my career. You are welcome to carry on in the same way if you'd like. After you take your exams on Monday, I will give you all of my notes for the first through third years. You can take the rest of the week to become familiar with where we are, and then I will oversee you teaching those classes." Minerva smirked. "I will sit at the back and watch, much like that cow Umbridge did. I will make notes on everything that I approve of and disapprove of. Don't be disheartened about that though. You will need my professional opinion on things and critiquing is always a positive thing to new instructors."

"That sounds reasonable."

"Indeed it does. Now, this will go on until I feel you are capable of having those classes on your own without my presence. You will come to all of my other classes whilst I am instructing and watch me. You and I will go over all assignments together. I will show you my ways of looking for things and grading. I have the utmost confidence in you, but I will say that this will move at your pace. The faster you take your classes at hand, then the faster you will be able to teach all classes. I dare not rush you. We have nearly six months. I think we shall set an even pace with this, but I will not be able to help you come next year." Hermione noticed her slight frown at those words.

"Minerva, what has happened? Why has my apprenticeship been shortened?"

Minerva looked down for a moment. "Albus...he has decided to retire at the end of this year. I will be instated as Hogwarts Headmistress."

"So soon? I thought..."

"As did I. He has only recently made this decision. He'd like to take some time off sooner, visit old friends such as Paracelsus, and be able to finally relax. His life has been long and much of it has been filled with battles against Dark Lords. I am sorry to see him go," she said, tears forming in her eyes.

"Will he... not be around at all?" Hermione gulped. Did this mean that their relationship was now over? Poor Minerva!

"Yes, he will," she said with a tight smile. "But, it's not really the same, is it?"

"No, I suppose not. I'll not let you down, Minerva. This will be one less worry for you. I will do my job, and being a fast learner, perhaps you will be able to have a break before the end of term," Hermione said determinedly.

"I think having to take over the Defense classes this year has brought him down. It's why I know that once I take over the duties required of the headmistress, I won't be able to teach at all. I'm very efficient and astute, but I am no Albus Dumbledore. If that incompetent Willows had remained, this retirement may have been delayed for another year, but I suppose I can't begrudge Albus some relaxation. He's earned it after all he's accomplished."

Remembering that Severus always wanted the Dark Arts position, Hermione asked, "Why did he not just allow Severus or someone to help? Will you be appointing someone new for next year?"

"Albus has his own reasons for wanting Severus where he is. I will not question his judgment on it, but no, I will not be appointing a new Defense professor. Albus said that he will make that his last act as Headmaster," Minerva said with a smile. "Even I have no idea what goes on in that head of his at most times. Now. Let me show you to your quarters." Hermione followed her mentor down the corridor to a portrait of a hag who cackled at them as they approached. "Animagus," she stated.

"Stupid password, that," the hag stated with a shrill laugh, but the portrait swung forward to allow them access.

Once inside, Minerva said, "You can change the password to whatever you'd like, and don't mind her snide remarks. No one would think to look for you behind a portrait of her. Well, this is your study I suppose. It's quite roomy. You have a small spare room just there. Your bedchamber and bath are just through here."

Hermione loved her chambers. They were much smaller than Severus', but they were hers. Quaint, feminine, and cozy are words she would use to describe them. It prided her that she had accomplished something so soon in her young life. She had a job. She had her own place to stay should she need it. Her income was considerable considering the salary they could have started her out at. Her goals were all being realized before her eyes. "They are very nice," she said.

"These will do for now. You will be able to have mine next year until you and Severus decide to marry." Hermione blushed. "Hermione, I am certain that he will ask. I've never seen Severus this attentive to anyone before. He's even snippy with Albus at times, but with you, well, I can just see it."

"Thanks," she replied, not knowing what else to say. She noted that the bed was only slightly smaller than the one in Severus' chambers, but the bathroom mimicked his almost exactly. The color scheme was different and more feminine.

"You can decorate to your tastes of course. This chamber hasn't been used since my own time as an apprentice. It's near the class and sufficient for what you need. Will you have your cat back? I'm sure he would like it," Minerva said with a smile.

"He's taken to staying at the Weasleys. Molly has become attached to him. I suppose that I will have to eventually bring him though. I haven't missed him all that much lately because of all of this with Severus, and I will be very busy soon with work. Perhaps though." Hermione gave her mentor a sly smile. "My Floo...is it open to all rooms?"

"Not likely. I will have the Headmaster open it up," Minerva replied with her own sly smile. "I'm sure you will need a direct link to Severus' rooms and he to yours."

"Definitely," she said sweetly. "Pro...er...Minerva, about Harry and Ron. Are they allowed here? Is that inappropriate?"

Minerva thought for a moment. "We usually see students only in our offices unless we have other good reason for them to be in our chambers. Since you have no office, and I am sure you will be working from your study, I don't see where it would be amiss to have them come for a visit with you. I understand that the transition from student to instructor will be a little rough at first. They are still your peers, only your roles have been reversed. I would not suggest you invite too many. You may, of course, still visit the Gryffindor common room at any time you would like. You are also welcome in the staff room."

"I appreciate that so much," she said happily. Things wouldn't have to change too much. She could still enjoy her friends while they were still at Hogwarts. Starting next year, she would only have a few that were still sort of close to her. Ginny, for one. Luna another. She continued to chat with Minerva until it was time for lunch.

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"So all was going nicely, Higgs hadn't really talked to me all that much, and then suddenly he pulls me to the side. Asks for a private word," Draco was explaining. "I said sure. Once we were alone, he began to ask about my father, wanted to know if he had truly defected or if it was all just a front to stay out of Azkaban. Hell, I told him there was no doubt in my mind that father would do what he had to do to stay out of that place. I even implied that perhaps father was only seemingly disloyal."

"Crafty, isn't he?" Lucius asked, pride seeping into his voice.

"Indeed. Did Higgs fall for it though?" Severus asked, clearly suspicious.

Draco's expression turned dark. "At first, yes, but a bloke named Douglas Bradley showed up. I barely remember him from school. He was a Ravenclaw."

"I remember him. Very adept at potions. His girlfriend was killed by Jugson, if I remember correctly, prior to being captured after the Ministry of Magic fiasco," Severus said.

"Indeed. I am afraid that I was present when that happened," Lucius said, face filled with regret. "She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. We made it look like a Muggle murder after."

"Anyway," Draco said pointedly. "He comes out to talk to Higgs. Says he thinks that my loyalty lies with Potter, and that I cannot be trusted. I told him that while I respected Potter, I didn't like him, but it was in my best interest to appear that I did. He didn't buy it. He tried to put an Imperius curse on me. I heard his voice in my head telling me to go back to school and be sure to remain friendly with Hermione Granger until further notice."

Severus sucked in a deep breath. "Go on."

"Well, I couldn't let them know that I had been trained to throw it off, so I stood there blankly for a minute. I heard him whisper something to Higgs about two birds with one stone. Higgs seemed regretful, but he nodded. I then said that I had the urge to be off. They laughed as I Apparated home. I don't know what instructions I will have next, but I can pretend to go along." Draco frowned. "And, so my stint as a brilliant spy ends."

"Now, son, you did a fine job. Even if we hadn't truly turned, this Bradley would still want revenge for his lost love. I think it is a plus for us that they believe you to be controllable. What are your thoughts, Severus?" Lucius asked gazing at his friend.

"I think they will try to harm Hermione and Draco to get to us or to draw us out where they can harm us as well." Severus shook his head. "Interesting instructions, don't you think? Go back to Hogwarts and continue to be friendly with Hermione until further notice. This leads me to believe that there is a mole in the castle."

Lucius nodded. "I thought as much. Draco, it appears you will have to try to follow around Potter and friends to keep up appearances."

"She is part of the staff, Lucius. She won't be with Harry and Weasley as she was before. We'll have to meet. All of us once classes resume to think of something." Severus darkened. "If I find out who is the traitor in our midst, I will kill him...or her. They will not threaten Hermione or Draco only to get away with it whilst I still breathe."

"Sir, you would be no better than these people if you do that. We'll find a way to bring them to justice somehow," Draco said. "Like last year. Those two were lucky they got off before the Aurors showed up! The ones that attacked us."

Lucius and Severus exchanged knowing glances. They would do what must be done for the sake of their loved ones. "Draco, we will talk more on this back at school. Lucius, I thank you for all of the information you have been sending me. I will speak with Harry on the Percy situation."

"Pleasure as always, Severus. I hope lunch was to your liking," he drawled.

"Indeed. My compliments to your elves. Send my greetings to Narcissa," he said, walking to the door. Draco waved and sprinted up the stairway. Severus lowered his voice. "We shall handle this. I will, of course, let Albus know what is happening. I'll find out who it is at Hogwarts."

"I am with you. We will do as we deem necessary," Lucius said darkly.

"I know, old friend," Severus said, clapping the man on the shoulder. He made his way out to Apparate back to Hogwarts' front gate. Instead of going down to the dungeons or seeking out Hermione, he made his way to the Astronomy Tower. The fools' plans to have old charges brought up against them had failed miserably, so now they were trying to do the next best thing. Hit them where it would hurt the most; in this case, Lucius' heir and his beloved.

Severus thought back to when Lucius had turned over. Lucius wasn't trusted by most at first, but Severus never doubted him. He reflected on his friend's transition from dark to light. It was amazing how easily money could get you out of prison. After he had been arrested a couple of years back, he had kept low, visiting the Dark Lord privately. He had refused to do some things that would tip off the Aurors to his true loyalties. Lucius really wouldn't risk Azkaban, not if he could avoid it. The Dark Lord had been angered. If Severus hadn't heard Bella's comment about being short a Malfoy heir, Draco may have been killed as punishment for Lucius' denial of his master's wishes. On a whim, he visited Lucius to tell him. The man didn't believe it at first, but decided to keep the information to himself. They made plans to ensure Draco's safety at the castle and off the grounds. Lucius used his own invisibility cloak to follow Draco into Hogsmeade on the students' weekend last year. Severus used a Disillusionment Spell to stand watch with his friend as well.

Harry and Draco had an argument after Draco had tripped Hermione. It was near an alley, and they chuckled at Draco's ferociousness. Without his two usual followers, he had approached the trio on his own. It was only after he and Harry had ended their scuffle that two cloaked figures approached Draco. Hermione had noticed them dragging Draco into the very alley that he and Lucius were standing in. As if in slow motion, Severus watched as she pulled Harry and Weasley around. They bolted after them and took the two Death Eaters by surprise, yelling for them to release 'ruddy Malfoy' or else. Severus had to hold Lucius still whilst the fracas played out. It ended with Harry pushing Draco to the side to keep him out of the line of a Cruciatus. The four students joined together sending a slew of hexes at their foes. In actuality, they were lucky that the pair the Dark Lord sent were fairly young, new recruits. They began retreating quickly enough.

Draco had hurt his ankle somehow, and Hermione tried to help him while Weasley ran out for help. Harry had chased after the Death Eaters. When Severus heard the rustling of Lucius' cloak pass, he made chase as well. Harry was dueling with one again, and he was gaining ground. He hadn't noticed that the other had doubled back. Just as the man raised his wand to hex Harry, Lucius sent out a Disarming Hex. All three lost their wands and looked about wildly to see who had done it. When Lucius threw off his cloak, Severus ended his charm as well. Harry looked at Lucius warily, but once he had realized that Severus was there, he moved toward them. Trusting instinctively that he was safe. "I'll take it from here, Potter," Lucius had said coldly before turning to look at the two would-be murderers. "You dare try to kill my son?"

The two young men began sputtering and lying to save themselves, but it was no use. Parental instinct had kicked in. Lucius looked to Severus questioningly. Severus knew what he was asking, so he looked to Harry and said, "Potter, you never saw us. Those two got away as far as you know." Harry only nodded, took his wand from Lucius, and made his way back to the others. Thanks to Severus and Lucius the Dark Lord never saw those two followers again. Albus later explained to Harry that it was necessary to dispose of them, and he told Harry that Lucius would be joining the fight against the man that would have had his only son killed. Sometimes one had to do what he would to ensure that his loved ones would be safe. This was no different.

Severus made his way to Albus' chambers and told him everything that he had been told at the Malfoy's home. His mentor had never looked older to him, and Severus felt a pang of guilt at giving him something else to worry about. Albus agreed with his plans to include Harry, Weasley, and Draco. Before he left, Albus told him, "Keep what is precious to you safe, Severus. It would be a tragedy to lose something meant to be yours over something as trivial as an old vendetta."

Feeling wildly possessive of what was now his, he made his way to find Hermione. He would have to tell her everything now. It was more important than ever that she be careful. Severus vowed to always follow her when possible to be sure nothing happened, and knowing that he couldn't always be with her, he knew someone who was just as fiercely protective of Hermione that wouldn't mind the job. Harry. They'd have to have a private talk. It was time to begin guiding him further.

He found her with her nose buried in a book on their bed. Throwing off his cloak and robes as he approached the bed, he waylaid her before she realized what he was doing. In a flurry of kisses and caresses, he tried to convey how he felt. "Severus, what is it?" she asked, the moment he gave her the chance to breathe on her own.

"I need to be inside of you, Hermione," he growled. "Let me."

"Well, I can't... it's still that time of the mo..."

"I don't care about that," he said, nipping her neck. "I need you. I want to feel you."

"But, we can't. Can we?" she asked in shock.

With a great deal of restraint, he pulled himself away. "Go run a bath. I'll be right there." He could see that she was slightly repulsed by the idea, but in her desire to please him, she scampered to do as he bid. He didn't care. He had to have her. He had to show her how he felt. The words that wouldn't come needed to find their way out. He stripped his remaining garments away before entering the lavatory completely naked. Hermione was just sitting down in jasmine scented water as he went through the door.

He saw a moment of shock pass over her face before she smiled shyly. Severus slid into the water of the large tub and splashed towards her quickly. "I am sorry if you are uncomfortable with this, but I have to have you."

She nodded her consent and opened her arms to him. He pounced on her straightaway, holding nothing back. His feelings were at a high point and needed to be released. Frantically, he began fondling her body and licking her exposed breasts. She moaned and ran her lovely fingers through his hair. He'd never get enough of that feeling. Someone who loved him. Someone wanting him as much as he wanted them. "I'm yours," she whispered. Without any further ado, he plunged into her. She cried out slightly, but he felt her stretching to accommodate his girth.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry," he whispered as he pumped wildly. She began kissing his neck and face to let him know that it was all right. After only a couple of minutes, he climaxed, but remained within her. His head dropped to rest on her shoulder. "I...I am sorry."

"Don't be. I rather liked it," she said softly. "What brought this on? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, for now," he said. He began to harden slightly as he felt her changing positions beneath him. "We need to talk about some things, but right now, I just want to make love with you. I should have waited just now." She moved again, and he hardened nearly completely. God, but would he ever have enough of her? Smoothly, he flipped them over in the water to where she now straddled him. "Show me."

Puzzled, she looked at him. She was about to speak when he guided her hips up and down once. He saw the realization flash in her eyes and then... lust? He let her set her own pace as he lazily began to nip at her breasts and throat. They both groaned when she ground down on him in a rough circular movement. Leaning back, he guided her hips faster as he began thrusting deeply into her from below. Feeling himself nearing climax yet again, he reached one hand down to allow his thumb access to her. Her movements became erratic and wild before long, and she cried out, "Severus... oh... my... God... Severus!" When her movements became slower, he placed a few well-marked thrusts into her and followed her into climatic pleasure. She collapsed down on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I love you," he heard her whisper.

"I know," he replied softly, kissing her head lightly.

After a long silence, she began speaking. "It feels odd, water. Good, just different."

"I've never done this in a tub before, but yes, it's definitely good," he murmured. She pulled away from him to lather a washcloth with soap. "What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you a bath, lover." She began lathering his body, and it felt so good to have her scrubbing on him that he decided to return the favor. Summoning his own washcloth, he went about lathering her body. After their bodies were sparkling clean, they began washing each other's hair with her Muggle shampoo. He was amazed by the texture of the mixture, and he could actually feel his scalp tingling. Once they rinsed themselves off, she began placing small kisses along his chest. "Thank you for this."

"Trust me. It was my pleasure," he replied silkily. After drying and dressing, he left her to tidy herself while he opened a bottle of the wine they had bought. When she came out, he handed her a glass. "Would you sit with me before the fire for a little while? I'd like to talk to you about some things."

"Anything for you," she said with a smile, accepting the glass.

He rethought his decision for a moment. "Hermione, I would like to hear about your day. How did it go with Minerva?"

"Well, she showed me my quarters. She used to use them when she was an apprentice here," Hermione said excitedly. "She is going to have Albus connect my rooms to the Floo so that I can come here! She also said that it wouldn't be inappropriate for Harry and Ron to visit me in my...," her voice trailed off. "Wi-will you allow them to visit me?"

Severus smiled softly, hiding the distaste of Weasley being in her rooms. "I think that it should be all right. They are only your friends after all." He warmed at her bright smile. She continued to rattle on about Minerva's plans, and then she told him something that shocked him. Albus would be retiring at the end of the year. He'd not known. He cursed himself inwardly for now causing the man more trouble to contend with. Why hadn't his friend told him about this? He would have to find out later. For now, he wanted to spend this last night alone with her before the students returned for their next term.

"So, love, what is it that had you so randy a bit ago?" she asked lightly.

He took in a deep breath and began his tale of what he had learned at Lucius' house. He enlightened her on some of the plan that included Harry and the others. She listened attentively, but he could see she was slightly worried. "Hermione, I will protect you at all costs. No matter the price. You will be safe."

"You won't do anything brash, will you, Severus?" she asked suddenly. "Please don't say you mean to go after them on your own."

"I do not know exactly how, but they will destroyed." She nearly gasped at his dark expression. She was taken back to the night she had encountered him in his dream. He had the same surly expression on his face. She snuggled closer.

"Don't ever leave me, Severus."

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Southern's Notes: So! Sev still has that bit of darkness lurking about then, doesn't he?

Thanks to Ancientgirl for the "shower" idea...muahahahha