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What Happens Now?	By : astartelydianna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16016 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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What Happens Now?

Chapter Eleven

It was the day that Hermione first arrived at Severus’s house at Spinner’s End that she decided she should probably tell him what had happened with Ron. After all, yes he would be mad about it but really she had forgiven herself for it and didn’t feel like she had done anything horribly wrong. Yes it was wrong to kiss Ron back, but it truly was a goodbye. It was closure. It was an end to anything that they had between them and now they would be the friends that they were before. Ron had told Luna after all and she was fine with it. It hadn’t bothered her in the slightest simply stating that it was all right for him to not love her yet but that one day they would.

The house was small, only a bathroom and bedroom upstairs and living room and kitchen downstairs. Severus had pointed out a basement that apparently was his potions lab and so she was not to go down there unless specifically instructed since it was his private space. She wanted to point out that she didn’t exactly have a bit of private space to call her own but once she had seen the books lining the walls, shelves and tables of the living room, kitchen and bedroom had decided that she had plenty to occupy her time without having a private space for the moment. She could argue that point when they got the new house.

“There are no supplies so one of us will need to go and obtain them shortly.” He told her. “Hermione were you listening to me? No, no of course you weren’t you are looking at the books still.”

“I’m sorry what?” Hermione asked, looking back to him a little embarrassed.

“Drop the word book into a sentence and I have your attention.” He smirked. “I said we have bare cupboards. We will have to go and get some supplies later.”

“Yes of course.” Hermione nodded, looking back around the room. “I’ll just unpack then.” She eyed the bedroom warily; it was a lot smaller than their bedroom back at the Hogwarts. Maybe telling him what happened with Ron was a bad idea...the house was so small that there was nowhere to hide from his inevitable anger.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked, noticing her stiff face.

“I’m fine.” She nodded.

“Hermione, as you have pointed out on more than one occasion I am Slytherin, I am an expert when it comes to lying, liars and spotting a lie so you really should stop trying because you aren’t very good at it.” He retorted.

“Sorry, I just...I don’t really want to talk about it.” She replied. “Maybe later.”

“Very well, in future just say that.” He nodded, leaving her to unpack.

The evening found Hermione in the kitchen cooking them dinner the muggle way and Severus downstairs making a lot of loud banging noises and swearing. Hermione had given up calling down to him to check that he was in one piece because she just got her head bitten off. She instead focused on putting the shopping away around the house and then making dinner.

When putting away the shopping for the bathroom she had found piles of books shoved in the cupboard that she had to clear out and return to the living room, in the bedroom most of the draws and cupboards also housed a book here and there and in the kitchen several cupboard, although empty of food or cleaning products did contain piles of books and cobwebs. At least she knew that her husband would never make fun of her for reading too much or having too many books.

Hermione had cleaned the kitchen both with charms and then scrubbed the surfaces with the cleaning products they had brought earlier before cooking dinner and serving it up at the table. She felt butterflies start in her stomach; she had only ever eaten alone with Severus once before when he took her out to eat. Neither of them had spoken much until she had asked him a few questions relevant to her degree research and they mostly stayed on that topic.

Now they would be eating alone together every day...all summer.

“Dinner’s on the table when you’re ready!” she called down the stairway to the basement. She headed back to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water to have with her dinner and almost dropped it when she heard him appear in the kitchen doorway.

“I just need to wash up and I shall be back down.” He told her. She nodded and made her way to the table to wait for him.

“Not sorry for scaring the living hell out of you then?” she mumbled to herself. She accio’d the salt and pepper over to the table from the side and by the time she had got herself comfortable and was sure she hadn’t forgotten anything she heard Severus heading back down the stairs.

He entered the kitchen cloak now gone in black trousers and a black jumper; it was probably the most casual she had ever seen him be when he wasn’t going to bed. He took a seat at the table opposite her and looked at the food in front of him.

“It’s only pasta and grilled chicken, nothing fancy.” Hermione told him. “I’m going to do a roast tomorrow if you’d like?”

“I did not expect you to cook for me every night like a housewife just because there are no house elves.” He told her, lifting his fork and digging in.

“That’s OK, I quite like it really.” She shrugged. “I just figured you seem like the sort of person who forgets to eat if you’re in the middle of something.”

“You would be correct in that assumption, the funny thing is that I had the same assumption about you.” He replied.

“And normally you would be right as well but since my appetite came back I’m always hungry.” She grinned. “So, what was all the drama downstairs about then or is it a secret?”

“Cleaning and packing.” He replied.

“Packing?” Hermione enquired.

“My lab will take the longest to pack because I cannot use magic on any of the potions ingredients to avoid contaminating them.” He explained. “I thought I’d get a head start, pack up anything I am not likely to use in the next few weeks so that during our last week here we can pack everything up and start looking for somewhere straight away.”

“Oh, well...when you do find a new house for us you might want to consider an extra room just for books because they are literally in every room here.” She laughed. “Did you know that there were actually three books on your wine rack? And three of these kitchen cupboards housed only books?”

“I don’t doubt it.” He nodded. “If I am reading something that captures my attention I tend to wander around with it rather than put it down so books do have a habit of ending up all over the house.”

“You should use the charm I use on my books.” She smirked. “Any book that is sat unopened for over a day magically returns itself to my bookshelf to avoid me losing them.”

“You know that is actually a fairly genius idea.” He grunted. “If I have enough space on my bookshelves for all the books I would actually consider the idea.”

“We need our own library.” She laughed.

“Library we shall have.” He said after a few moments silence. “In fact I insist upon it. If we are to find a house big enough for us and the child then we should at least find one large enough for our books so that we are actually able to buy new ones guilt free.”

“And would I be aloud unlimited access to this library?” Hermione asked, looking up at him.

“You think I would be that cruel?” he asked, “Do you think I could actually bother to put up with your constant badgering if you weren’t?”

As they finished their meal Hermione decided that while he seemed to be in a good mood and since he would probably be heading straight back down to the basement anyway she would tell him now. Get it over with.

“I kissed Ron.” She blurted out, instantly kicking herself for her complete lack of tact.

“I was aware that you were in a relationship with Mr Weasley already.” He replied.

“No, not then.” Hermione said slowly, closing her eyes as if not being able to see him would stop him from being angry. “At the wedding.”

“I see.” He said slowly. “And I take it from the confession that this was not of innocent nature?”

“If you mean like kissing a brother then no.” She replied. “Look I know it was stupid, I know it was wrong but he kissed me and I let him, I even kissed him back but it won’t happen again.”

“You think I would let you even dare to contemplate such an action again?!” he roared, standing from the table abruptly.

“It wasn’t on purpose! Look I can’t help the fact that I was in love with him and the ministry told us no can I? We don’t love each other, I know that but I was saying goodbye to someone who did love me!” she argued back. “I was letting him go, saying goodbye. It’s properly over now because we had some kind of closure that was on our terms. I’m sorry about the way that it happened but at least now I can move on, get on with my life and forget that love now.”

“Love?” he asked incredulously. “You’re lacking in the romance department in your actual marriage so you thought you’d steal a few moments of it with someone else?!” She backed away from him as he approached her, she had known he was going to be angry but she had hoped he would shout then storm off like he usually did.

“That isn’t anything like what I just said.” She replied quietly. Shouting back at him wasn’t having any affect whatsoever so she may as well just wait until he finished.

“Did it feel good Hermione? Kissing someone else’s betrothed?” he spat at her as she realised she was now out of floor space, her back pressed against the counter. She chanced a nervous look up at her fuming husband, trying to stop her eyes from darting to the doorway. He lowered his face until it was within an inch of hers, causing her to jump when he slammed his fists against the cupboards just behind her head. “Are you scared of me now Hermione?”

Hermione bit her lip, she wanted so badly to say no but she knew it would be a lie and worst of all she knew that he knew it too.

“A little.” She whispered, then she dared to look back to his eyes that instantly seemed to bear into hers like he was searching for something. “But I know you won’t hurt me.”

“If you know that then why have you gone so pale?” he asked, reaching one hand down to stroke her cheek. “Why are you breathing like you are trying to outrun the Dark Lord himself? Why is your heart beating so fast hmm?” He slid his hand down to press against her chest, feeling her heartbeat fluttering wildly below his palm.

“Because you can be very intimidating when you’re truly angry.” She replied, her eyes fixing on his hand where it rested against her heart. “It was a goodbye kiss Severus; if you want to see it I will let you.”

“Like you could stop me.” He retorted.

“Probably not, but I give you permission.” She replied. “If you don’t believe me that it was the closure that I needed that it truly was goodbye and that it won’t happen again then you can see it for yourself.”

She stayed silent, daring not to say another word as he continued to lock his eyes with hers and just stare at her. She kept waiting for him to enter her mind but he didn’t. The jolt of memories being pulled in front of her never came. Instead she let out a loud startled gasp as his hand fisted her top and pulled her against him until his lips met hers.

Severus drove his lips over hers almost violently until he was able to plunge his tongue into her mouth, Hermione couldn’t help her body’s completely surrender as she heard herself moan none too quietly. She reached her hands up to grip at his jumper, holding him as close as he was her as she attempted to return the kiss with the same vigour. His hands shifted, running the length of her, feeling her sides, her hips and holding her close as his lips left her and dove downwards to her neck. It was the next moan of pleasure that he heard from her lips that seemed to break through to him. Instantly he let her go and backed away from her.

He said nothing, his face gave nothing away and he simply turned away and left the room. Hermione’s hand fumbled behind her to grab the counter for support. What the hell had just happened?!

Author's Note: Again thank you so much to all of those who have taken the time to review this story so far. I hope to post again in a few days :) Also to TalisRuadair whilst my lack of writing skills may not just be due to a lack of education I do not have a degree in anything nor did I do A levels so I don't have experience with academic writing at all really. Let's be honest nowadays we're lucky not to be reading books with "innit" and "ya no wot i mean" in them because the way most of the people my age in my town talk...I cringe at it! I may not be an expert but at least I'm trying and I do hope my writing will improve, although I certainly don't have time to be reading books on the subject any time soon. I would in future love to be able to take a writing course but at the moment writing is just a little escape of me time amongst my kids, my housework and my job. I hope the errors don't put you off too much to read further. Some of the errors may be typos or just mistakes made due to rushing but if you spotted errors that you think could do with rectifying please let me know the specifics so that I can change them and try not to make them again :) Thanks!
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