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The New Life	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Well, that didn't go entirely as I had planned it... This chapter should've been uploaded yesterday evening, were it not for the fact I found myself without a computer with a reasonable version of Word on it last night. Which means you guys are going to get two chapters today, maybe even three. And to Claireena, my dear, dear reviewer... I can only say one thing: it has something to do with proximity. And with that, I leave you. I have a pressing appointment with a certain family of blond-haired, grey-eyed pure-bloods. Enjoy...

The Cabin

I’m still holding her. Why am I still holding her? Even in the safety of the cabin I can’t seem to let go of her. I have noticed she stopped sobbing several minutes ago, but just as she is still clinging to my heavy woolen cloak, I am still grasping her shoulders. She has her face buried somewhere between my shirt and my cloak, not moving, not looking up. I know it’s me who has to move back but I seem to have lost all control over my muscles. We stand there for the better part of an hour, her clutched to my chest, me holding her there.

Dinner is a somewhat subdued, yet surprisingly pleasant affair. She has calmed down, not entirely due to the fact that I have sneaked a few drops of calming draught into her goblet, which she noticed yet didn’t comment on, and we have settled into a comfortable silence. I haven’t spoken at all and the only words that came out of her mouth were the thanks she expressed after I handed her the food. I believe she has yet to register her surroundings, though I have seen her eyes flick over the kitchen table and the cabinets a few times. It takes her another hour or so to finally find her voice, while we sit around the table, quietly sipping the tea I brewed for us.

“Where are we?” she asks, her voice a little raspy from the hours of silence and the time she spend sobbing before that.

I raise my head so I am able to look at her and lock my gaze with hers. There lies a calmness in her eyes which I don’t entirely trust. It’s the calm of a deep lake of which you know holds several monsters in its depths. I am almost hesitant to ask what lies beneath hers.

“Russia” I simply state. She should’ve known that, she studied our itinerary for hours before we left. She shoots a glare my way and I smirk. It’s good, but it’s not mine.

“I know we’re in bloody Russia, don’t I? I want to know where the hell we are now. This thing looks like a muggle hiker’s cabin, and that is what I’m interested in.”

Now it’s my time to glare. She seems to have forgotten who she is talking to. I almost regret not dumping the entire bottle of calming draught down her throat instead of merely a few drops. She would’ve been so doped up she wouldn’t have been able to speak.

“It is”

“It is what?”

I sigh. I distinctly remember her being bright. This is not being bright.

“A muggle hiker’s cabin”

“Again, I know that. But why? Why are we here? How did you find this place? Where in Russia are we?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on. “ You ask entirely too many questions. You do realize I am part muggle? How do you think I found this place? I rent it, it’s on the bleeding internet. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get some of the firewood out of the shed.”

I push myself away from the table and make my way outside. The look on the girl’s face when I mentioned the internet was priceless. I could’ve told her the truth, that this used to be one of Albus’ ‘townhouses’, as he liked to call it, but honestly, this was so much more fun. I detest the internet. Only used it once, and it ended with the owner of the café yelling at me about spyware and computer crashes and other things entirely foreign to me. Barely understood a word of what was coming out of the man’s mouth. Granted, that might have been because he was yelling at me in Portuguese, but that’s neither here nor there.

Behind me in the dark I hear the cabin door opening and Granger making her way through the snow. It’s a mere moment later that she joins me at my side near the firewood. Silently, she holds out her arms and I load them up with the logs, taking an armful myself, and head back towards the cabin.

She dumps the wood near where I dumped mine on the floor and settles herself in one of the moth-infested armchairs near the hearth, seemingly watching me work. I do not presume to know, or even care for that matter, why she would be interested in me lighting a fire, but I let her.

With a wave of my hand I light the candles set up on the mantle and use my wand to extinguish the magical fire I had created the moment we apparated in and start piling blocks of wood into the fireplace. I wonder for a moment on the candles, I don’t need them to see, even if it’s dark as night inside the cabin, so I suppose it’s for her benefit.

It shocks me a little to realize how much she has already gotten under my skin, how automatically I seem to do things for her benefit, to make it easier for her. I shrug it off, filing the thoughts away for later. It wouldn’t do to dwell on such things while we still have 2 entire weeks ahead of us.

Settling myself in the other armchair, after extinguishing Albus’ horrific, apparently scented, candles, I accept the steaming mug of black tea she has made me and stare into the fire. She shuffles around in her seat a little, and glancing up, I can see she wishes to ask me some more inane questions. Realizing I never answered her last question I decide to indulge her.

“We’re in a stretch of woods a little East of Pavlovsk, miles away from the big bad wolf.” She snorts, as if letting me know she wasn’t afraid of the wolf to begin with. We both know it’s a load of dragon dung, but I let her put on her charade. She is, after all, a Gryffindor.

“That’s not… I mean, thank you, but… I just wondered….”

I feel both my energy and my patience with the girl draining from my system as though someone is sucking it out of me. “By gods, girl, have you lost the ability to speak? Spit it out or leave me in peace.”

Her head shoots up to meet my gaze and she stares back at me defiantly. “I was merely wondering, why, oh great headmaster, did you just extinguish a perfectly fine fire only to build one back up the muggle way?”

I shrug. Easy enough question. I answer her as I make my way towards the beds in the corner, already shedding the excess layers of clothing.

“It calms me down.” I say, and to my delight I watch her glance up, take one look at me in the process of changing for bed and see her turn a shade of crimson which would’ve made that Weasley boy of hers jealous. And yet it puzzles me a little as well.

She has yet to turn away.

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