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Chapter Ten – Q & A

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Hermione was still shaken when she and Severus arrived back at the potion’s masters rooms. Her encounter with the senior Malfoy had left her scared, understandably so. But in all honesty the current tremors that were wracking her body was the result of her on going fight against the pull between she and Severus.

Her internal battle was seriously beginning to strain on her self-control which was wearing thin, as the pull intensified, drawing and tempting her into Severus’ arms.

The way Severus had kissed her in the book store had sparked something deep and innate within her, something wild, unrelenting and inhibited, but above all passionate. His lips on hers had left her reeling, needing something more, a something that was disconcerting considering their unique situation, after all they were still student and teacher, and her classes would resume in a day’s time. But this yearning for him did confirm the thoughts she had been having the previous days.

Hermione Rose Granger was attracted to one Severus Xavier Snape. However it wasn’t just a physical attraction, which was bordering on insatiable, but this attraction was something more, something on an emotional level.

Hermione had seen a whole different side to the man she knew to be Severus Snape. He was charming, witty, funny and incredibly caring, such a contrast to the snarky, strict and rude person he let everyone else see. For Hermione, Severus was the whole package, her whole package. His plethora of knowledge appealed to the academic in her, and his body, well that appealed to the woman he was making her.

She had found herself thinking about him constantly, his presence always in her thoughts. She was fascinated with him and found her herself watching him. Observing the ways his eyes would crinkle in the corners when he gave a genuine smile. How his lips on first glance appeared thin, but in actuality were full and soft, and dare she think it… pouty. Her study of him revealed to her how he preferred tea over coffee, that he had a sweet tooth that rivalled her own, but mostly her study of him revealed, that he had been watching her.

It was strange Hermione noted that she was watching him, watching her. And yet neither had said a word at the occurrence.

Upon further analysis Hermione would realise that each of them attempted to prevent physical contact. Only to give in to the ever increasing need for contact, in which the two would seek the connection in tenfold, each relishing the feeling of euphoria that came from the contact.

Hermione feared that the bond they had was influencing her feelings as well as her state of mind. However Hermione knew that this wasn’t the case having already enquired about such notion. The only explanation she had for the way she felt about Severus, was that she was falling for him… hard. As much as she refused to admit it, she knew that it was true. However fear of rejection from the man prevented her from telling him that she had accepted him, unknowingly so.

Hermione was scared to open her heart to him; she didn’t want to tell him how whenever he was near the air was charged with electricity. How his very presence made her skin tingle with want. These weren’t the sort of things she wanted to confess to him, only for him to knock her back and declare her a ‘silly child with romantic notions’. It would be too painful.

Hermione was at war with herself. The Hermione who wore her heart on her sleeve wanted to run and hide and to protect herself from a broken heart. But the newly discovered side of Hermione wanted to stay and fight for the man that made her whole.

As it was Hermione was lost, countering each argument with a logic that was almost illogical.

As she lay in the arms of a sleeping Severus, Hermione countered yet another internal argument, when a light when on in her head, a realisation which led her to leave the warmth and comfort of Severus’ embrace in search of the headmaster and the answers he held to the questions roaming around her head.

******

Severus awoke with a start as moonlight flooded into the room illuminating it. He felt disorientated and lost, his dream or rather nightmare slipping away from his conscious grasp with every breath he took, until it evened out.

He’d been searching for something, something of value to him, and when he’d finally been in distance of claiming it, it had been taken away from him. He knew in the back of his mind that the thing of value was Hermione. The fact that she had been taken from him had left him feeling desolate.

He chastised himself knowing that it had only been a dream, but wanting to reassure himself he turned to the side of the bed where the witch he longed to make his own slept.

His obsidian eyes landed on the empty expanse of bed that his witch should be occupying. The feeling flared back up again as his conscious state attempted to explain her absence. Despite desperate attempts at reasons Severus’ protective instinct had him jumping out of bed and rapidly dressing himself in a tight black tee, sliding it over his sculpted torso and shuffling into slippers as he rushed to find the person who meant more to him than oxygen.

Severus tore his way through his rooms, looking for any signs of foul play or evidence of a struggle. Merlin help anyone who hurt her! The anxiety and distress he felt had him sitting on the love seat her and Hermione shared, head bent hands in hair.

Where was she?

Has she left him, decided she didn’t want him as her soul mate?

That thought tore at him, the very notion festering away at him, eating at him. Her rejection of him, would kill him. It had only been 3 day, 3 days in which to become so hopelessly attached and dare he say it… love a witch 18 years his junior. But she was everything he could ever want in a witch. So beautiful that Aphrodite would be jealous, a heart of gold a testament to her housing and she was by far the most intelligent person he had come across, she was every bit his equal and more.

The irrational part of his mind that had been imagining his witch been snatched away from him by force was almost appealing, certainly more appealing that her not wanting him.

He let out a growl of frustration, as he made his way to the hearth to notify Albus. However before he had chance to procure the handful of floo powder the flames of the fire turned a brilliant green. Just as quickly as they appeared they faded back into the gold and red flickers. The only ruminant’s of the change was the wax sealed parchment that lay sitting in front of the now dancing flames.

******

Hermione had tip toed around the castle, she wished vehemently that she had Harry’s invisibility cloak, to hide herself from Filch and his blasted cat, whom she knew were roaming the halls in search of students out of bed.

What she hadn’t anticipated on her travel to the headmaster’s office was encountering the resident poltergeist.

“Hello Girly.” Peeves whispered close to her ear frightening her beyond belief, she was glad that she had refrained from screaming, a squeak being the only sound she made.

“Whatcha doing out of bed?” Peeves asked his form passing through her leaving her cold and slightly confused.

“Hello Peeves, where I am going is none of your business.” Hermione answered as she took a step forward.

Peeves made a tutting noise.

“Ain’t no students aloud out of bed after curfew.” Peeves said with a pointed look.

“I’ll have you know I am head girl. Now if you’ll excuse me I have places to go.” Hermione said with a bite, quickly losing her patience with the ghost.

Peeves laughed.

“Head girl or no head girl you shouldn’t be wandering the halls, never know what’s lurking around the corner, or in dark places.” Peeves said ominously. “I think I’ll have the caretaker and his cat escort you back to your rooms. The good poltergeist that I am.” He laughed again.

Hermione froze, she knew she shouldn’t be out of bed and yet it had really even crossed her mind when the idea popped into her head. And now she was going to get a detention issued by Filch which would mar her perfect record.

“There is no need for that Peeves, I believe Miss Granger was enroute to my office to see me.” Came the voice of the headmaster, Hermione was instantly relieved, and shot a thankful look at the elderly wizard.

“Am I correct in my assumption?” he asked Hermione, she nodded.

“Then I believe there is no problem here, so you can be on your way.” Albus said with look at the poltergeist. “Oh and Peeves stay away from the kitchen, the elves are less than… happy with your late night visits.” He said with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Watching the ghost leave he turned to face her.

“How about we take tea in my office, I believe we have much to discuss.”

******

Hermione followed the headmaster back to his office, it turned out that she hadn’t been far from her planned destination, until the resident poltergeist had disturbed her that was.

She looked on as the concrete staircase rotated, revealing itself from behind the gargoyle statue. The wall lights inside the small space illuminated it, making it warm and welcoming, much like the headmaster.

Hermione looked at Albus who motioned for her to climb the steps to the eccentric office that belonged to the elderly wizard.

Upon opening the old dark oak door it didn’t disappoint.

Albus Dumbledore was many things; meddling, infuriating and kind. But above all he was very wise and a roundly respected wizard.

His office was full of eclectic tastes, the knickknacks he had collected and displayed proudly; let his visitors know that he was widely travelled.

The vast array of wizarding photographs showed his humanity, his kindness and his love. Hermione loved his photograph collection. There were many to look at. She was even in some of them; her, Harry and Ron. It always made her smile. She knew that the headmaster didn’t have any family besides Aberforth and Minerva, so it made her happy knowing that by some means she had become some extension of his family.

For he was a part of hers, throughout her years at Hogwarts the headmaster had been a sort of surrogate grandfather to her, always there when she needed comforting, with wise words of wisdom, which she didn’t always understand but respected nonetheless.

She smiled as she picked up a recent picture of the order. Each of the remaining members were smiling happily to each other as they received recognition for their sacrifices and efforts made for the good of the wizarding world.

“That one is a favourite of mine” Dumbledore said from behind her.

Hermione nodded, she felt so much from this particular picture, she could feel the happiness that each felt at that moment in time, reliving the happiness at finally being victorious. It also brought sadness as it was a stark reminder that they had lost so many friends and comrades along the way.

“Everyone looks so relieved and happy…” Albus thought aloud. “And yet Severus looks shocked and pained.” He said, with a sad sigh he turned away and made his way to sit in the arm chair situated close to the hearth.

“How so?” Hermione asked curiously.

She made her way over to the vacant sofa and grasped the steaming cup of tea the headmaster passed her.

“Severus, you see, Hermione, he never expected to live past the final battle.”

Hermione gasped.

“You have to understand, the war against Tom Riddle has been Severus’ life work. It was the only driving force behind his very being. When he survived the battle and we were victorious, he was lost. In his eyes he had nothing left to give, nothing to live for.”

Hermione shook her head in protest.

“He has plenty to live for!” she said in outrage.

Albus raised a bushy white eyebrow in a very Snape like manner.

“Now perhaps, yes. But then he didn’t. You see, Hermione, Severus didn’t have a paramour, or any remaining family and as you well know he had/has very few friends. He simply just existed afterwards, a wandering lost soul without purpose.”

Hermione nodded her head to say she was following.

“I realise one of the questions floating around in that remarkable head of yours is why now? Am I correct?” he said, looking at her intently.

“Yes sir” she replied, taking a sip of her tea.

“As I thought. You see, yourself and Severus have both been working non-stop towards defeating Voldemort. Both your time and energy had been expelled towards that goal. So much so that we, Minerva and I didn’t see the signs and emptiness inside you both, that is until you were both left to live out your lives.”

“I-”Hermione was cut off.

“This picture, it shows the sadness and emptiness in you both. Your eyes don’t match your outward expression. Of course you were both happy my dear, but only at the situation, not in yourselves.” He said stroking the picture almost lovingly before placing it on the coffee table.

“I still don’t understand how that could lead you to conclude that we are erm… soul mates.” Hermione said.

Albus laughed.

“I mean the man hated/ hates me. He has done nothing but be cruel and merciless for years…”

“But not recently?” Albus interjected.

“Well… no not recently. He’s actually been very nice. Not at all like before the war.” Hermione added.

“Isn’t that what matters, the here and now? One cannot live in the past, Hermione. You see living in the past is like visiting and re-visiting history, hoping that that past can alter the future or present. But history cannot re-write itself, you can only learn from it and move on. Create your future from your future, not your past.”

“So what you’re saying headmaster, is that I’m dwelling too much on the past?” Hermione asked.

“I believe you’re perception of the man Severus was in the past is preventing you from claiming your future, and a very bright one too. Everyone has changed; we are all different now, a new extension of ourselves. Perhaps you are really seeing the real Severus. The years prior to the war were very trying for us all, specifically Severus, since he had a certain… image, to uphold.

******

Albus observed Hermione, he could pinpoint the exact moment the head girl zoned out, too lost in her own thoughts to notice his whereabouts for the next 5 minutes or so.

He checked her one last time, nothing the glazed sheen to her amber eyes, and the faraway look, before he stood from the chair and made his way towards his large mahogany desk.

He smiled to himself as he picked up a piece of parchment and a rare phoenix tail feather quill, courtesy of Faux.

He quickly scrawled a short missive to the anxious potions master, knowing that as soon as the letter arrived, Severus would be on his way.

Hermione is fine, dear boy.

Having tea in my office, it seems Miss Granger had some questions.

Perhaps you would like to join us?

Albus.

Sealing it with his personal wax emblem, he sent the message to the dungeons via the floo network.

He was rather happy; he could feel the pacing and anxiety that was affecting Severus. He was supposed to know when a situation like Hermione’s occurred, and yet he had felt nothing in her case.

It had been Severus’ intuition that had led him to the girl, not he.

It Hermione’s rescue he didn’t have a part, it was entirely Severus. But he could help but feel guilty for unknowingly letting her go off to that situation.

As disconcerting as it was to not know about the situation, Albus did however have his theories.

It had to have been a test, it was the only explanation.

The bond between Severus and Hermione was unique, and as he had explained to the Gryffindor, it was always there but it was dormant.

Although both parties had always been in extreme danger, it seemed that after the initial intimate contact, the innate bond had manifested itself, presenting a situation where Severus had to prove himself worthy of his mate.

Perhaps, that was it. It was only a theory.

Albus smiled to himself, it seemed the potions master had arrived, but had no inclination to attend the impromptu tea party, but preferring to remain unseen, listening intently outside the office door.

Albus to pity on the man.

He and Hermione really needed to improve their communication skills. But perhaps he could help them along. He gave a discreet wave of his hand, watching in satisfaction as the door to his office open slightly, allowing Severus to hear the rest of the conversation unfold.

******

Hermione mulled things over; she had never given Severus’ role within the war much thought. She knew that he had been detrimental in fighting the war against Voldemort. Not only had he been a spy for the order, but he had also brewed the elixir that weakened the monster, for Harry to final kill him.

She also now recalled the numerous times he had saved them from some impending doom. It was funny how much you forgot amidst a war.

Perhaps the headmaster was right; she had been dwelling on his past. But she was scared could one person really hide so much behind a persona?

She gave a bitter laugh.

Draco had.

She didn’t think she could withstand that pain that Severus could inflict on her. She felt so vulnerable, she didn’t want to admit falling for him, only to be rejected and hurt. She didn’t want to love a façade.

“How do I know that he won’t change?” Hermione asked finally, looking up from her tea cup.

“My dear you don’t. But he can only change for the better.”

Hermione nodded.

“I’m scared, Albus.” She said losing the formalities finally, she needed her family on this one.

“What scares you, Hermione? Tell me, I can only hope talking will make you feel better.”

“How do I admit to him, that resisting the pull on the bond is so hard for me? That I no longer care of the consequences? That it hurts every time I try to control myself around him, when it feels so natural just to reach out and touch him.”

Albus gave a sad smile.

“He’s still my professor, and I’m still his student. I see the internal battle in his eye every time he looks at me. I can see him condemning himself for his actions, actions he can’t control.”

“Severus is a man of moral stature, he may not believe it…” he said giving a pointed look at the door. “But he is, he’s very harsh on himself, it is something he has drilled into himself for years, Hermione. These circumstances are so rare and so very precious dear girl. And he knows it. But because it is something good and positive, I don’t think he will allow himself to accept it.”

“But that means, he doesn’t accept me.” Hermione said beginning to cry.

******

Severus stood awkwardly outside the door saw the pointed glance his way from Albus, and the elderly wizard was right, it was hard to accept something good happening to you, when you didn’t think you deserved it. But Hermione’s comment broke him.

He hadn’t even realised he’d stormed through the door, and gathered the girl in his arms, holding her so tight against his chest he was sure that he would crush her.

“You stupid silly girl! How could you think, I would not accept you.” He said pulling the still crying and shocked girl back to look at him.

Hermione sniffled, her eyes shining as amber met black.

“It is I that should be worrying about you not accepting me. Merlin, Hermione. How could I not accept you? Do you have any idea what you do to me? I can’t stay away, you’re right I am fighting a battle, but it’s a battle that has long been fought and lost.”

“I don’t understand.” She said, another tear escaping, only to be wiped away by Severus’ thumb.

“What you said before, about resisting the bond, I feel it too. It hurts to resist you, to not hold you in my arms. It makes me feel weak.” He said, almost ashamed of himself.

“You’re not weak, Severus.” Hermione replied.

Severus looked away.

“I don’t know what any of this means anymore, because my life seems to rotate purely around you. But I only know how I feel.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you, I didn’t want you to reject me. I couldn’t cope if you rejected me.”

“For Merlin’s sake, woman. I would never reject you. I haven’t rejected you. In fact, I’ve been pulling my god damn hair out because I’ve accepted you.”

Hermione gave a small gasp.

“That’s right I accepted you, and because we haven’t talked about this, I have no idea how close you are to making a decision about this, or whether or not you accept me too!”

Hermione smiled, before slowly nodding her head.

Severus looked puzzled.

“I have.” She said in a small voice.

“You have what?” Severus asked.

Albus who had been standing by observing the pair, gave a chuckle.

“Oh Severus. I believe Miss Granger has just stated in few words that she too has accepted you.” He said with a smile at the dark wizard.

“You do?” Severus said looking down at the curly haired witch in his arms.

“I do.” Hermione said with a watery smile.

Severus smiled, and stroked away the tears that were running down Hermione’s face.

“Happy tears?” he asked concerned.

Hermione laughed. “Happy tears.”

Albus rolled his eye.

“Severus” came the heavily Scottish voice of Minerva. When she got there remained to be known. “Please can you just put everyone including yourself out of misery and kiss her!” she said sternly, but her smile was beaming, and her eyes twinkled in the firelight with unshed tears.

“Gladly.”

And then he was kissing her, his soft and supple lips on her delicately smooth lips, so responsive against his own. He wanted to deepen it to taste and explore every crevice of her mouth, to claim every part of her and saviour the exquisite taste of her sensual mouth. But they had an audience. He pulled away from her, smiling as he heard her sight in contentment, his forehead rested against hers as he gave her on final lingering kiss.

******

On the edge of the forbidden forest two men stood ominously, their silver eyes staring unrelentingly cold at the castle before them, as they promised silent retribution.

They’d made their plans, and now it was only a matter of time, until they each got what was coming to them.

A/N: I’m baaaccckkk!!!! I am so so so sorry for not updating sooner but my life has been a whirlwind of chaos that I can’t even begin to explain. That you all for reviewing and reading and generally being amazing.

I promise to you all that I will try and update at least once a week or perhaps 2 depending on circumstance.

I’m back at uni for my final year, which they have been kind enough to fit into 6 months so I’m pretty much gone.

So I hoped you all liked this chapter, I know it’s been a long time coming. Let me know what you think.

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