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Chapter Nine – An Unexpected Meeting

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Over the next few days Severus and Hermione settled into a routine with each other. Neither mentioned the confounding situation they found themselves in, only adapting to living in Severus’ quarters together.

Dumbledore had requested for an extension to be built in Severus’ quarters, which was readily built by the Hogwarts faculty. The new extension allowed Hermione to have her own personal bedroom and study area, much like the ones she had in the head dorms, but better.

It was apparent however that despite having built the rooms specifically for Hermione, the rooms weren't going to be utilized, since Hermione always ended up in the potions master’s bed one way or another.

Whether Hermione intended to be in Severus’ bed or not was unfathomable, yet the pair would always wake up in a clinch, holding onto the other as if their life depended on it.

Albus Dumbledore had his theory on the occurrence, but the elderly wizard was simply happy keeping it to himself, content in letting the developing relationship unfold naturally.

Interestingly both parties were content in keeping to their arrangement, thought it was never addressed that Hermione and Severus slept together. Each of them just took comfort from the close proximity and the feeling of balance it gave them being together.

Saturday morning found Hermione - who had awoken even before the alarm had sounded her internal body clock awakening her with the break of dawn and the spectacular sunrises Hogwarts was fortunate to observe- watching Severus sleep. Pushing up onto her elbows she looked at her potions master. The sheet and blankets clung to his waist exposing his sculpted chest and biceps. His right arm was flung over his head, framing the expanse of black hair around his face. His left arm lay between them on the blankets, the faint scar of dark mark catching the morning light. Hermione noticed that his hand was fisted, bringing the network of veins to the surface of his pale skin, she followed the paths of his vein in fascination as they coursed up his forearm. Even in sleep the Professor looked powerful and fierce.

With little thought of her actions she held his large fisted hand in her own small petite ones, her thumb running over the clenched fingers until his grip loosened and he seemingly relaxed at her touch.

With a smile on her face Hermione climbed out of the large bed in favour of getting ready for the day ahead.

******

It had been three days since Severus had made his choice, 3 days he had watched the witch he had accepted as his ignore the nature of their situation, but honestly what could be said?

Severus had awoken to an empty bed which filled him with a slight feeling of disappointment, he would never admit it to anyone, but, he more than enjoyed waking up to the sight of Hermione’s small frame curled up against his own, waking up without her made him feel… empty.

He had to admit it; He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone, or anything, his whole life. For the first time in thirty- eight years he was completely lacking in moral fibres, with the exception of his death eater days. But what did it really matter in the end? It’s not like he would get the girl, because she was exactly that, a girl, she may be eighteen, a classed as an adult in their world but she was still a student, his student. But even the reality couldn’t stop the rising desire he felt for the petite witch.

Leaving the bed he went in search of the witch who captured his thoughts.

******

Severus watched Hermione from the doorway, he observed with humour as Hermione attempted to eat her breakfast and read. Severus was unsurprised to see that Hermione had only succeeded in one of her tasks, the evidence in the untouched breakfast before her, her attention so absorbed by the well-thumbed book.

“Hermione” Severus said softly, as to not startle her.

With great reluctance Hermione looked up from her page, she fought the urge to sigh at the disruption like she usually did when Harry and Ron disturbed her; however the sigh died in her throat upon seeing Severus.

Would it always be like this? Would her body always respond when he was so close to her?

When she did sigh she realised that it wasn’t the disgruntled one she had intended. Instead even to her own ears she detected a hint of longing, as did Severus, if his arched eyebrow was any indication.

Fighting the momentary haziness she felt come over her, and the strong pull on their developing bond Hermione attempted to speak.

“Yes Severus?” she asked looking at the floor, the action earning her a chuckle from Severus.

“I am to travel to Diagon Alley today for supplies for my 2^nd year class on Monday. I thought perhaps you would like to accompany me to purchase a new wand?” he asked trying to ignore the hope in his voice at the last part.

Slowly Hermione looked up, her amber eyes meeting Severus’ black ones.

She immediately felt like she were drowning in the depth of his eyes, she felt the bond immediately flared up, the feeling of an invisible rope pulling her towards him was almost unbearable to fight against, especially knowing the pleasure she felt when Severus’ lips were on hers was the end result. The thought made her blush, she shook her head of the frivolous thought, she couldn’t give in and kiss him. It wasn’t right; he was her teacher, maybe if she were the heroine in a romance novel it would be okay. But this wasn’t a fantasy. This was real life.

“Yes please, If it’s not too much trouble.” She answered.

Severus had to fight the urge to smile.

“It’s not too much trouble, Hermione. I need to visit the Apothecary before we visit Ollivander’s. Perhaps you could browse Flourish and Blotts whilst I obtain my ingredients?”

Hermione nodded her head.

“Perhaps we could even get a spot of lunch whilst we are out.” Severus said sitting opposite Hermione at the dining table and pouring himself a cup of coffee. Once again he raised an eyebrow at the lack of words coming from the usually chatty 7^th year witch.

“Yes that would be… nice” she replied not meeting his eyes once again.

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An hour later Severus emerged from the bathroom dressed once again in his potions masters robes. The imposing black suit almost made Hermione recoil, the absence of them the last few day, having helped her to differentiate between the two men she knew Severus Snape to be. The man before her was most definitely Professor Snape, not her Severus. Yet there was a softness in his eyes when he looked at her that toned down the usually harsh appearance she was accustomed to seeing on the Professor.

Severus gave a sad smile. “I apologise Hermione, but this is purely for appearance sake. To the public I am not a nice man. I am not the man they paint me to be, but they are all too ignorant for me to waste my time trying to change their preconceived notions of me.”

Hermione returned the sad smile before securing her hair in a low side pony tail. Her chocolate brown waves hanging nicely over her shoulder.

Severus was happy to note as he observed her that the bruises on her face were very nearly all healed.

“I must press Hermione that whilst we are out, I am your Professor. There are still plenty of people out there who are a threat to me…”

“A threat?” Hermione asked turning to look at him.

“Yes Hermione, I am after all considered a blood traitor. I betrayed the Dark Lord, this earned me a few enemies. It is because of this threat that I cannot have anyone know about our… relationship. I don’t want you in harm’s way any more than you already have been.”

He walked towards her, eyes never wavering from hers. Hermione wasn’t sure if she closed the final distance between them or if he had. One moment they were looking at each other, Hermione’s pent up longing surging to the surface and the next her lips were pressed against his in the softest sweetest kiss she had ever experienced.

“Out there, nothing will have changed. You will still be Gryffindor's golden girl and I will be what I have always been… the bat of the dungeons.” Hermione could hear the bitterness in his voice and a feeling of sadness washed over her. This man before her, for all his flaws was as fragile as the rest of them; she could see his internal battle at each turn. She had seen how every aspect of his life had been a compromise, even his morals.

And the compromises hadn’t ended with the war; once again he was having to act on the headmaster's orders. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want her. It was obvious he was trying to make the best of a bad situation. This knowledge made her stomach turn; she couldn’t fight the sadness that washed over her. He didn’t want her.

‘It’s not like you wanted to be with him anyway.” Her subconscious taunted her, it wasn’t true thought, she had never, not wanted him, but now it was clear as day to her. She wanted him to want her. To want her, the way that she wanted him.

It was with that realisation that Hermione was led from Severus’ quarters with a heavy heart, knowing that she wanted a man that didn’t want her in return.

Their situation just got a lot more complicated.

******

The walk to the entrance gates of Hogwarts was a quiet one; both Severus and Hermione were too lost in their own thoughts to comprehend a conversation. As they exited the safety of Hogwarts, Severus stopped awaiting Hermione who was closing the large cast iron gates.

As Hermione turned to face Severus it was to see him with his hand outstretched to her. Hermione looked at his hand with hesitancy, her revelation still weighing heavily on her mind.

Finally she took his hand her breath hitching as he pulled her to him, grasping her hands in his he placed them onto his chest, his hands moving down her arms, moving until they finally rested on her waist, pulling her body closer to his instinctively.

Hermione pressed the flats of her hands against his chest; she could feel the beating of his heart against her palms. A hard, fast pounding that mirrored her own heartbeat.

Severus watched her with interest until her golden eyes met his, then he apparated them away.

******

Severus and Hermione had parted ways with Severus promising Hermione that he would meet her in Flourish and Blotts once he had finished making his purchases at the Apothecary. Still reeling from her reaction and growing feeling for her potions master Hermione made her way to her favourite book store, unaware of the figure following behind.

Hermione smiled to herself when she entered the store, the little bell above the door alerting the assistant to her arrival. The elderly witch smiled and waved at Hermione, recognising her immediately, since Hermione spent a lot of time in the quaint place. Hermione waved back before making her way over to the dusty aisles that housed a fountain of knowledge.

Hermione perused the aisles searching for a book that would capture her interest until Severus came to get her. Finding the newest edition of Hogwarts a History, Hermione gave into the interesting information about the beloved castle she resided in for her education.

Hermione’s attention was drawn away from her reading soon after by a dark imposing shadow, the person whom it belonged to had effectively blocked of the sunlight she had been reading in. Closing the book and turning to put it back on the shelf she spoke.

“That was quick Professor.”

A bitter chuckle was her only response, a chuckle that sounded nothing like Severus rich baritone laughter that she had been fortunate to hear over the past few days.

Hermione turned to look at the person whom the laughter belonged to; her amber eyes met icy blue.

“Ah , Miss Granger how delightful to see you.” Lucius said, his tone indicating that it was anything but delightful, the disgust more than apparent.

Hermione recoiled at the man, even during her relationship with Draco she and Lucius Malfoy had never seen eye to eye. But then Draco had been a buffer between the two of them, never having much contact if could be helped.

“Mr Malfoy.” Hermione replied nodding her head.

She observed the elder Malfoy as usual he was dressed in the finest robes money could buy, his long blonde hair was tied neatly with a leather binder at the nape of his neck, framing his aristocratic handsome face. He was an imposing figure, and he made Hermione feel unsafe, without thinking she took a step back away from him. Effectively cornering herself between the wall and bookcase when he took the same step towards her.

When Lucius spoke next his voice was low for only Hermione to hear, his tone was cold and calculating, just as Draco’s had been the night he attacked her.

“I advise you, Mudblood to drop the charges against my son. You see what you have to understand Filth is that I can do more to hurt you, than even my son can.”

Hermione’s eyes were wide as she watched him observe her, she could feel his eyes peruse her body, making her feel cheap.

“I have to say, your quite beautiful, it really is a shame you have such a dirty heritage. But I bet you’d make a wonderful little play thing. Oh yes my dear the fun I could have with you. And these…” he said stroking the faint bruises on her cheek. “These would be the least of your worries when I’d finished.”

Hermione swallowed, fighting back the whimper, she couldn’t do anything she had no wand, no way to defend herself.

‘Severus, Oh God Please Severus Help me!’ she screamed in her mind.

Lucius continued talking. “You see Miss Granger, but the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for me to kill you.”

Hermione gave an involuntary shudder, as she tried to get closer to the wall and bookcase, to get anywhere away from the man before her. But he just kept getting closer, close enough that she could feel his body against hers, and the evidence of his arousal at his sick thoughts rubbing against her, he repulsed her.

She couldn’t fight the tears that began to cascade down her cheeks.

Hermione flinched when she felt him cup her face, his thumb and forefinger holding her chin in a vice like grip. She gagged when she felt his hot breath against her skin followed by something wet and warm licking at the tears on her cheeks as she tried to turn her head.

In her jittery state Hermione barely registered the frantic ring of the door chime, followed by heavy footsteps heading in their direction, it was only when Lucius body was wretched away from hers, by Severus that she fell to the floor sobbing her fears, she could scarcely make out the dispute between the two men.

“Ah Severus, How unsurprising that it would be you to come to the mudbloods rescue.” Lucius said calmly picking up his ebony cane that had fallen to the floor.

“Stay away from her Lucius or I will not be held accountable for my actions!” Severus snarled at the blonde wizard.

Lucius laughed. “Draco had mentioned that you had been fornicating with the little slut. I wonder old friend is she as good as she looks? We always did share our toys perhaps I can have my turn.” He said looking at Hermione’s crying form.

Severus stepping protectively in front of Hermione, shielding her away from Lucius prying gaze.

“Over my dead body, Lucius. Now go! Your son will go to Azkaban for what he has done, you are more than welcome to join him.” Severus said his onyx eyes focused on Lucius ice blue ones.

Lucius laughed again.

“Azkaban, we’ll see Severus, everyone has their price. But mark my words old friend. This isn’t over.”

With on final lingering look at Hermione he turned with a swish of his cloak and left the store, the oak and glass door slamming against the wall indicating his exit.

******

“Hermione, Are you okay?” Severus said crouching before her, his fingers tipping her chin up so her eyes met his.

“I – He- I thought it was you.” She said her eyes watery with unshed tears. Severus pulled her toward him, engulfing her in a hug. He no longer cared that they were in public he had to reassure her.

“I came as soon as could. I felt it – your anxiety- your growing fear, I had to protect you, get to you and make sure you were safe. I was so worried.” He muffled against her hair. Hermione nodded, it was just like Dumbledore had said.

The two stayed in that position a little while longer until Hermione had calmed, and her tears had dried.

“I want to go home Severus.” Hermione whispered eventually.

This time Severus nodded, “I know you do, but you need a wand, you are a witch, and classes start Monday. Plus I can’t have you defenceless like that again. We’ll make the trip to Ollivander’s get your wand and return to the castle.”

In the dark corner of the book store the two stood from the floor dusting of the dirt from their clothes. Looking around the aisles to see if there were any observers Severus pulled Hermione to him.

His hands were rough, unyielding as they curved hard into the small of her back, then tightly gripped the curve of her bum. All space, all air between them was completely obliterated in his full on assault on her mouth. Reluctantly he pulled away from her, his breathing laboured as he leant his forehead against hers.

“I will always protect you Hermione. Always.”

Hermione gave a nod and a smile, before being led from the shop, Severus’ hand resting on the small of her back, directing her to the Wand maker.

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Ollivander’s was empty when the two entered the shop. The only other occupant was the wand maker himself, who observed the unlikely couple with a critical eye. Before either Hermione or Severus could utter a word the eccentric wizard had begun rifling through boxes muttering to himself.

After 10 minutes of observing the wizard and exchanging looks Ollivander had emerged from his storage room with two boxes.

“As you know…” the elderly wizard began “A wand chooses a wizard or witch. Most will only ever have one wand in their life time. However it is curious that the two of you require new ones. There is something in your magical signatures, your magic can no longer be controlled with your current wands, it is rather… fascinating.”

“Did you say two? I beg your pardon but it is Miss Granger that requires a new wand.” Severus said looking at the wand maker sternly.

Ollivander shook his head. “I said two Professor Snape, both you and Miss Granger require new ones. Your magic cannot be harness with the wand, it will be ineffective and unstable if you continue to use it.” He said accio-ing the professor’s wand.

Severus said nothing, only clenched his fists tight.

“I shall begin with you Miss Granger; I believe your first wand was a 10¾ inches Vine wood with a dragon heartstring core.” Hermione nodded astounded that the man could recall her wand after buying it nearly 7 years ago.

“Yes that wand was very fitting for you, it seems the wands properties chose you well if recent events were anything to go by. You see vines tend to wrap themselves up in something and never let go, which Miss Granger you do in your unwavering loyalty. The dragon heartstring could be because of your steadfast and brave heart. Very interesting.” He said handing over one of the boxes to Hermione.

Hermione gasped at the wand before her, the reddish wood was beautifully smooth and supple. That wands handle was calved in a spiral design that was comfortable and easy to work with. Hermione lifted the wand from the box tentatively looking between the wand maker and the potions master.

“Give it a try.” Ollivander urged.

Hermione pointed the wand at one of the overused quills that lay on the shop counter; with a silent charm Hermione transfigured it into a sleeping Kneazle.

“Perfect, Perfect.” Ollivander said clapping his hands together in glee.

“This wand Miss Granger is 9½ inches Holly with a Dragon Heartstring core. Interestingly Holly is the strongest of the protective woods. It is used to guard against evil. In fact Holly means "holy". Holly wands excel at combat, defence, and protection spells. It is also useful in glamour's and warding. This wand tends to pick an owner who's brave and pure of heart, not to mention has a high intelligence. And you Miss Granger are the brightest witch of your age.” Ollivander said smiling.

Hermione nodded mesmerised by the beautiful wand.

“Now Professor if you could try this wand.” He said handing the second box to Severus inside lay a beautifully sculpted wand. With a flick and swish making iridescent bubbles float around Hermione, which made her laugh, Ollivander gave the same reaction.

“Your wand Professor is definitely a curious one, 12 ¼ inches Hawthorn with a Unicorn Hair core. You see Unicorn hair is best for those with pure intentions, and is almost never wielded by someone intending to use their wand for evil purposes. The core is especially good for; love, defence and healing magic. More interestingly is the hawthorn, you see Hawthorn is one of the three sacred Irish trees and its wands have what could be considered a dual personality. They produce strong spells for those to which they belong. Equally effective for Dark magic as it is for good, the possessor of this wand has the potential to wield great power. Which you do Professor. The duplicity of legend runs deep in the wood of the Hawthorn and therefore it is excellent for protective and defensive magic as well as Charms. Those who possess this wand usually have heightened intuition.”

Severus sighed not caring about the meaning behind his wands properties only caring to get Hermione home safely; at least she now had her wand.

Thanking the wand maker for the wands and paying for them the couple left the shop, and apparated away.

******

Ollivander stood in his shop watching the couple disappear; he looked down at the brown tabby cat circling his feet.

“Honestly Minerva, do you think I should have told them their wand personalities, it seemed appropriate.” the wizard sighed.

Minerva transformed from her animagus.

“Don’t worry its nothing they won’t discover shortly.” Minerva said dismissively smiling at her friend.

“Why are you doing this again?” the old wizard inquired.

Minerva laughed.

“Sometimes love just happens Olli, but other times it needs a little push. They deserve to be happy. We all do.” She said before disappearing, leaving the old man dazed and confused in her wake.

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A/N: YEY! Chapter 9. So this is a little birthday gift from me to you guys since I turned 21 yesterday! Eek.

I hope you guys liked this chapter. So please let me know, I love hearing from you guys.

MadamDragon: Oh she will, don’t you worry.

MoodySavage: I see Severus as someone who makes his mind up rather quickly (in a good way) and as for Harry and Hermione’s relationship I see them like siblings and in some sense their relationship is reflected on my own with my brother. Glad you liked it

Sassy_p: I’m so glad you liked it, I think Hermione still has a lot to come to terms with.

ShilohDarke: Hope you enjoyed this chapter

HarryGinny4eva: I’m trying to not make him suffer, because I don’t want him to. But they have a lot to overcome first. And they need to communicate and channel their feelings.

Rae: Here’s the next instalment.

Irisheather: Ginny and Luna will play their parts she needs some girl pals to talk to. I will continue with my other stories Lovely don’t you worry.

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