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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter XV
"Secrets"

“Rise, Severus.”
The voice was cold as it spoke.
Snape rose to his feet as other Death Eaters knelt around him before the Dark Lord.
“I have been given information, Severus that you have certain absences in certain days where your presence is required??”
Snape did not immediately answer.
He knew this day would come and knew that Bellatrix was behind it.
He could swear that he could hear her restrained laugh beneath one of the hooded figures around him.
“Yes, my lord.” Snape replied knowing there was no point in lying. “That is true.”
“Pray tell where you have been going my most loyal servant?”
There was the unmistakable malice and anger in the Dark Lord’s voice.
“To the same place, my lord.” Snape answered. “At the place where my heart mourns.”
Voldemort didn’t say anything.
He was carefully observing Snape’s gaze and Snape knew he was trying to trace lie out of it – if there was any sign at all of treachery that he should immediately be alarmed of.
“Have you not known that I could provide you with any woman you would desire, Severus?” he asked him.
“Thank you, my lord.” Snape nodded at him. “This is most gracious and giving of you.”
“But that does not matter to you if your heart still belongs to that Mudblood, isn’t that so?”
He did not say anything.
His head was kept down and his fists were restrained at his sides as he struggled to control his anger.
“Forgive me, my lord.” Snape answered him again with another bow. “My heart has died with her.”

“And that what makes you not only my most loyal but my most useful servant” Voldemort whispered.
His eyes watched him closely.
“Your lack of emotions and empathy for others make each of your mission for me quite flawless, isn’t that so?”
“Yes, my lord.”
Another silence.
“For in her death, your heart has died with her. And as one loses his heart, he also loses his conscience and his soul, yes?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“It then makes you my perfect aid to rid of that woman’s spawn. For you have lost anything that will possibly hold you back from the tasks I ask of you, yes?”
“Yes, my lord.”
Snape’s face was kept passive as he stared back at the Dark Lord.
He could tell that he was still considering whatever news it was that Bellatrix had told him.
But he also looked content.
He was safe – Hermione was safe at the present moment.
Snape simply nodded. He was safe – Hermione was safe at the moment.
The Dark Lord will surely not dwell no go through his dealings and whereabouts as this have now been discussed and he was able to provide an answer – a full answer that seem to satisfy him anyway.
Snape wanted to squeeze the life out of Bellatrix’s throat.
She now looked smug and disappointed across him from the table.
He would surely kill Bellatrix the first chance he gets.
The woman was daunting and was really doing her best to make sure that the Dark Lord finds that minimal mistake from him that will ensure his death.
He was not going to let that happen.
“Yes, my lord. Thank you for understand-“
“I am forgiving, Severus but not always as understanding.” he interrupted him with his wand in his hand as a gesture of warning.
“I understand-“
“I do not care wherever it is you are going and whatever it is that you do in times I do not need you for as long as you make sure that these things shall not distract you from your purpose in my war I will let you deal with your nonsense. You have been most useful. Our ambush had been most successful. The boy’s thought of attacking us has led him nowhere but the death of the blood traitor’s son and his own feat of absence in this war. We are at the edge of victory. I shall not lose just because of some petty heartbreak over a Mudblood whose child will die at my hands anyway.”

“Mum? Is Harry going to be alright?”
“Ofcourse he’s going to be alright, Ginny!” Molly answered with an annoyed expression over her face.
She had helped the nurse changed the beddings over Harry’s bed and Ginny had arrived with her fresh vase of flowers.
Ginny stared at Harry’s comatose form on the bed.
She wasn’t sure how to feel at the moment.
He had been her crush for eternity but knew that he will always belong to someone else.
Seeing him like that at that moment, her feelings felt as if she was missing just one of his brother who was asleep and at the verge of never waking up again.
They had been ambushed about a month ago by the Death Eaters. They were planning to transfer Harry into a safer location but all hell broke loose.
Order members died including Mad-Eye and Tonks.
Remus had been severely damaged physically and emotionally and was presently in no state nor will to survive and help the war.
But the worse of it all was what happened to Hermione.
She had been attacked straight by the Death Eaters.
It all happened too quickly – they were attacked relentlessly and mercilessly – all they saw were blinding lots at one direction and then she was falling as fast as Harry.
No one was quick enough to save the both of them.
Harry had survived the fall but she had vanished in the waters of London that had been their crossing path the moment they were ambushed.
She had vanished.
She was nowhere to be found in the waters across London for where she had fallen and there were no news at all of her being found anywhere else.
No threat either from Death Eaters claiming they exchange Harry for her life.
Nothing.
Harry was just as devastated as Ron.
And it led them to drastic decisions, measures and actions.
Soon after the ambush, the two boys heard of possible whereabouts of Hermione.
Despite being physically unwell, the duo had decided to take matters in their own hands.
Whether it was truth or just some ploy of the Death Eaters they were not able to tell because next thing they knew, Harry and Ron had gone into a suicide-rescue-mission for Hermione.
Harry and Ron walked right into a death-trap.
They fought their best and it was a miracle for Harry to survive.
Ron was no lucky enough to evade death.
He had passed the moment the curse had hit him – even before they completely managed to escape from the structure they jumped and escaped from.
Harry was severely injured and had been left in a comatose state.
He would have died if he did not have enough magic in his blood to save him from the pit of his fall.
But now, the war has gone from bad to worse.
The Dark Lord was winning – he has taken over Hogwarts, the Ministry, Gringotts and every other possible government ruled establishment.
Order members were at loss in numbers, Ron had gone and Hermione was missing.
And Harry Potter was in no state of even open his eyes.

“It’s been quite long mum and he hasn’t woken up-“
“Ginny, please, we must remain focused and think only of the best despite all these situation.”
Her mother was hopeful but she needed to be intact with reality.
They were dying in numbers.
It would take a miracle to win the war.
“How do we tell him?” Ginny asked. How do we tell him about – about Ron?”
Molly did not answer as tears streaked down her cheeks.
“Ginny, please-“
“Mum, how do we tell Harry about it? He’s just lost Hermione and now –“
“We would find, Hermione.” Molly insisted in a firm tone. “We would find her, Ginny.”
Ginny didn’t say anything.
Why was everyone in denial of every bad to worse circumstances that has happened already?
“Harry has to know.” Ginny said. “I know that he was or has just proposed to her-“
Molly gasped as she turned to him.
She looked back at the unconscious boy before them.
More tears leaked from her eyes.
“Oh Ginny – I didn’t – oh Harry-“
“It’s been too long.” Ginny cried at her mother. “He has to wake up. We have to find Hermione for him. We have to just do something about-“
“Oh dear, I know that-“
“I helped Harry.” Ginny said. “I helped him prepare for his proposal and Hermione was – and –“
Ginny stopped.
She moved herself away from Molly’s arms because she was sure that she had seen Harry’s fingers moving.
“Mum, look!” she gasped quickly moving back to the bed and pointing over his hand.
Molly wiped her tears and blinked to see what she was pointing at.
There was no movement.
And then after about half a minute, his fingers moved again.
Molly’s eyes widened.
“Gin-“ she cried out as Ginny was crying next to the bed. “Quickly! Call – call the Healers outside!”
And before she could even finish her sentence, Ginny had already scrambled out of the room yelling for Healers to attend to them.
“Oh, Harry.” Mrs. Weasley cried kissing his forehead. “Please, please wake up.”
“Mio…ne…” some sort of sound came out from his mouth. “’Mi…oh…ne…”
Harry’s fingers were moving weakly and his mouth was slightly moving as if he was trying to speak in words of coherent form in a repeated pattern.

Hermione wasn’t sure how she managed to do it or how she really got there but two hours later, she found herself at the doorstep of the Weasleys.
The Burrow had been reconstructed through the years and using some of the galleons that were given to the family in lieu of all their help to the government and losses at their part, it looked way better.
It was the first time to be there without Harry.
Hermione staggered by their doorstep from the pull of the Portkey.
From their place, she managed to go downtown market not too far where a small alleyway was a magical shortcut trip to Diagon Alley. And from there, she was able to seek for help.
Confused as she looked, the couple who saw her recognized her and immediately aided her for whatever help she needed.
They helped her with a Portkey without questions asked and it landed her at the Burrow – the first and only place she could think of to get help from.

It was dawn and the sun was going to completely come out soon and she must finish her business there.
Her plan was plain and simple – get to Ginny and borrow several money and clothes from her so she could find a place to stay as she knows that their house would be the first where Harry would most likely go to find her.
And once she is able to borrow these items from Ginny, she could stay in a small motel or something and then come up with another plan.
“Ginny!” Hermione gasped rapping at the back door of the house. “Ginny!”
There was no answer.
She tried several more times.
“Oh god.” Hermione cried rapping at the door again. “Please! Ginny!” Hermione cried out.
Then she heard it, rather quick footsteps getting into the door.
There was a sound of the door being clicked open from all the locks.
“Oh my god, Hermione!” Ginny gasped opening the door and seeing her.
“Gin!” Hermione cried as they tightly embraced. “Ginny, I can’t stay long- listen I just need-“
“Oh my god, ‘Mione – I’ve been dead worried-“ Ginny said pulling her inside the house.
Hermione followed through the backdoor into the kitchens holding her hand tightly.
The house was unlikely dark and silence at the time when usually Mrs. Weasley would already be cooking at the kitchens.
“What has happened to you?” she asked as they turned to the kitchen and she handed her a glass of water.
Hermione gulped it all in one go.
“I can’t stay long.” Hermione said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Listen, I just really need you to lend me a couple of clothes and if it’s alright, some money and-“
“Ginny?” a voice suddenly came. “What’s this commotion?”
They both turned to the door and Fleur entered with an empty tray in her hands.
“Oh my god!” Fleur gasped nearly dropping the train. “’Mione! Where have you been? We’ve been z’ed worried-“
“Fleur, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ Hermione cried as the French woman embraced her. “I didn’t mean to alarm you or anything-“
“Thank god, Hermione.” Ginny said as they embraced her and kept her down over one of the chairs around the long table. “We’ve been damn worried about you-“
“I really can’t stay long-“ Hermione said sounding as devastated as she could possibly be. “I just really need to get-“
“They’re all here-“ Ginny said as they watch Fleur prepare a quick meal for her. “They’re in the living room. You have no idea how sleepless mum had been- if you didn’t show up in minutes we would have gone into some sort of wide search for you. Mum has been terribly-“
“Ginny, wait, I just need to- wait, what did you say?” Hermione asked alarmed. “What do you mean you’ve been dead worried about me?”
Ginny and Fleur looked at one another as Hermione slowly stood up from the table and staring at them with a fearful look over their faces.
Hermione stopped moving and tried to listen to her surroundings.
And then she heard it.
There were people across the hall where the living room was and by the sound of it, there were more than just the Weasleys in there.
“What’s going on?” Hermione asked, eyes wide in alarm.
She began backing away from the two girls who looked stricken and alarmed by her reaction.
“Just calm down.” Ginny said walking forward her. “They’ve been dead worried – all of us, Hermione. You don’t need to panic. We’re quite sure that Harry would understand-“
“Harry?” Hermione repeated in alarm. “What do you – is Harry here?” she asked terrified.
Ginny looked back at Fleur for support.
“’Mione, calm yourself down.” Fleur gently said walking forward her and extending her thin arm to her. “Come, we can talk about it. Have a seat and have something to-“
“Is Harry here?” Hermione asked again. “Is Harry here? Answer me!”
Ginny shook her head and she looked like she wanted to lie but their faces already revealed the answer.
“’Mione, look, whatever the problem is we would sort this out. I’m sure mum will-“
“Answer me!” Hermione urgently asked her. “Is Harry in there?”
She looked both angry and fearful as she spoke.
Ginny looked hesitant so Fleur answered for her.
“Yes.” Fleur said. “He’s with the others at the living room.”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she backed away from them.
She quickly picked up her mag from the table and slung it tightly around her.
“I have to go.” Hermione cried out. “I’m sorry – this – this shouldn’t have-“
“Hermione, please.” Ginny said walking across the room and grabbing her arm to stop her.
“I have to go!” Hermione said trying to remove her hand from her arm. “Let my hand go-“
“Hermione, please let’s fix this.” Ginny begged her as she signaled Fleur to block the door. “You don’t have to be scared. We know you didn’t mean to do what you did-“
“What?” Hermione asked her looking confused. “What do you mean-“
“What you did to Harry.” Ginny reminded her looking as confused. “You don’t remember?”
“Don’t remember what?” Hermione asked shoving her hand away from her arm.
“So you don’t remember?” Fleur asked looking as alarmed as Ginny did.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-“ Hermione said turning to the door. “Please, I need to go. Let me out of-“
“Please, ‘Mione!” Ginny begged as she opened the door and she struggled with Hermione. “We’re not mad about what you did – we understand you – Harry understands you. He’s been very worried about you, please-“
Hermione’s heart was beating so fast as she tried to escape from them.
She did not understand everything but she needed to get out of there as fast as she could.
“Let my hand go-“ Hermione begged them as they tried to stop her from leaving.
“Harry’s told us everything that happened last night.” Ginny explained to her with tears in her eyes now. “You can stay with us – that’s not a problem. Just don’t ever do that again – you’ve alarmed us-“
“Do what?” Hermione asked her angrily. “What did I-“
“What you did!” Ginny cried at her.
“What did I do?” Hermione asked back. “What did I do?”
“You ran away!” Fleur said grabbing hold of her wrist and making her look at her. “You ran away from your place – from Harry.”
Now Hermione looked completely terrified.
What exactly was happening?
“You don’t need to run away like that – if you’re not feeling well with him, just tell us.” Fleur said with a serious note over her face.
“Ran away?” Hermione repeated, aghast. “What do you mean I ran away?”
“Hermione, Harry’s told us everything.” Ginny gently said looking up at her. “Your hallucinations and all.”
“Hallucinations?” Hermione asked almost screaming as she sharply turned at her. “What halluci-“
“Last night.” Ginny reminder her. “You just went off after your fight with him and-“
“I did what?” Hermione incredulously asked her. “I’m not have hallucinations-“
But before she could hear what she had clearly done in Ginny’s opinion there was a commotion at the hallway behind them.
“Hermione!”
It was Harry.
He ran forward the kitchen door and pushed Ginny and Fleur aside as he grabbed Hermione and placed his arms protectively around her.
“Oh thank the heavens, ‘Mione!” Harry cried out clinging tightly around her and kissing her forehead all over. “You’re safe, you’re safe!”
Hermione struggled to free herself from him but he took a tight grip around her.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her looking into her eyes. “Are you hungry? Do you feel alright?”
Hermione looked stricken as he gazed at her and continued to embrace and caress her gently as if he had found the most precious thing in the world he had thought he’d lost.
“I was so worried sick – bloody worried. I’m glad you’re here ,- please don’t ever do that again-“ Harry cried at her.
Hermione was too stunned to react.
People had come out of the hallway and had come running to the kitchens to see what was going on.
What was happening exactly?
Mr. And Mrs. Weasley came down the hallway and was quickly followed by Bill and George and Charlie who had arrived a few hours earlier from his travel in Italy.
“You need to eat, dear.” Mrs. Weasley said as she sniffed tears away and quickly began fixing up some meal for her.
“You’ve made us so, so worried.” Harry said pulling her into his arms again.
She stared up at him with alarm and question in her eyes.
She wanted to push him away but he had a sharp and tight grip over her.
“Please don’t ran away like that again.” Harry said kissing her over the head again.
“Stop that!” Hermione whispered back at him trying to push him away but he pierced her in the arm.
She opened her mouth to react but Mrs. Weasley moved them back to the table as she prepared meal for her over the table.
“Come Harry, have her to eat.” Mrs. Weasley said. “I’m sure she’s so tired and – Ginny, please get Hermione something to drink-“
Hermione was pushed back over one of the chairs and was aided with food and water.
Everyone was staring down at her with alarm and worry over their faces.
“Hermione, dead, eat.” Mrs. Weasley said. “Where have you been? I’ve been so worried too-“
“Come, eat.” Harry said ushering her towards the table and pulling food across the table towards her. “You need to feel better and-“
“Get away!” Hermione angrily said pushing Harry away. .
There was a clatter as the platter of toast toppled all over the floor.
Silence.
Everyone was staring at Hermione as if she was mad.
The silence was broken when there came hurried knock over their doorway.
“I’ll get it.” Bill said walking away from the scenery. “I think they’re here.”
He was quickly followed by Fleur.
Hermione looked around them with a fearful look written all over her face.
She wanted to run away from all of them but at the same time she wanted to know what lies Harry had been spreading about her.
As it looked, he already managed to tell them some sordid and twisted version of the story where she was no victim.
“Mum!” Bill called out as he walked back down the hallway. “They’re here!”
Hermione’s eyes shot towards the doorway.
He returned with Fleur by his side and they heard more footsteps heading towards the living room.
Two Ministry officials entered the kitchen and shook hands with Mr. Weasley and Harry .
“The Healers are waiting.” they said nodding at Harry.
“What’s going on?” Hermione immediately asked. “What’s going on here?”
Panic was visible from her eyes.
“Drink this.” Mrs. Weasley said laying a cup of tea before her. “This will calm you down, dear.”
The others might have missed it but Hermione certainly did not miss the glint growing inside those emerald eyes.
Hermione ignored her.
She was staring at the officials then back at Harry.
“Come, let’s have you checked then.” Harry said and before she could even react, Harry took a grip around her arm and pulled her away from the table.
He literary dragged her out of the kitchens and everyone else followed them.
“If you don’t let my arm go I swear I’m going to scream-“
“Do you want me to hex your friends?” Harry asked under his breath as he dragged her to the living room.
Hermione shot him a glare but she was led recklessly to the living room.
The Healers were preparing some bandages and the Ministry officials were talking to Bill and Mr. Weasley as they followed them through.
Everyone else were too occupied and in complete relief upon seeing her that they did not notice what was really going on between Harry and Hermione.
“Let me take good care of this.” Harry said and without warning, he took her bag over from her shoulders.
Hermione protested but Harry pushed her back over one of the couches.
Everyone was staring worriedly down at her. .
“Mr. Potter we need to tend to your wound.” one of the Healers said pointing over at Harry’s hand.
Hermione looked down at the direction and only noticed then.
A bandaged was messily wrapped around his left palm.
“Yes, thank you.” Harry said removing his scarf from around his neck and forcedly placing it around Hermione’s neck. “Just need to make sure she’s not cold.”
“I’m bloody not cold-“ Hermione muttered in gritted teeth as Harry secured the scarf around her neck.
For a moment Hermione thought her mind was playing tricks.
And then she realized that he had used the scarf to merely cover the marks around her neck from his doing several hours ago.
Hermione gazed angrily at him but she could not do anything nor say anything until she finds out what exactly was going on.
“What did you do?” Hermione whispered at him. “What did you do, Harry?”
He did not say anything.
He moved and secured the scarf tighter in place and kissed her forehead.
“What I had to do.” Harry said kissing her forehead one more time. “We’re going to talk when we get home.”
He smiled and straightened himself up and walked towards the Healer who had prepared a whole kit to clean his wound and change the bandages.
“I’m not going home with you.” Hermione muttered back.
“We’ll see about that.”
He only smiled at her as he sat by her side over the couch and the Healer moved forward and began tending to him.
Hermione was struggling to hit Harry right then and there.
“All seems better, Mr. Potter?” the Ministry official walked over to them and stared down from Hermione and back at him.
Harry nodded and he shook his hand with his free hand.
“Thank you.” Harry said nodding to the Healers. “I deeply apologize for the disturbance. I panicked. I didn’t really think well and straight that Hermione would likely come over here-“
The Ministry looked unconvinced.
In fact, he looked like he was worried that Hermione was some danger to others than to herself.
“Mr. Potter, it is none but natural for you to feel this way.” the Ministry official said. “And you will never waste our time – what with everything you have done for our world.”

That was the cue word that Hermione needed to hear.
Everyone was in debt to Harry for what he has done for the Wizarding World.
There was obviously no one to take her side no matter her situation and what truth there was.
Well, seems all good, Mr. Potter?” the Ministry official asked turning to him and getting ready to leave.
Harry nodded at them. He bowed and shook their hands.
“Thank you, thank you.” Harry said nodding to the Healers as well. “I deeply apologize for this disturbance. Perhaps I really just panicked and did not think well that Hermione would most likely come over here and-“.
“We are at the beck of your call at any time of the day at any day, Mr. Potter.”
“Thank you sir.” Harry had said standing up as the Healer finished replacing the bandages with new ones around his hand. “I really appreciate this.”
Hermione stared wordlessly as the man patted Harry’s back like that of a son.
She had seen them in the court trial several times already and she was sure that they did whatever Harry asked of them.
“I’ll call you should there be another trouble.” Harry said with a gentle smile. “I really appreciate this but I’m sure Hermione and I will sort this out better. But I really hope we don’t fight anymore.”
Hermione shot him a glare.
“Not a problem.” The man had answered and he pointed at Harry’s hand. “You will be well?”
Hermione stared over his newly bandaged hand – it was the same hand he had used to strangle the life out of her the previously.
“It’s fine.” Harry said with a smile. “I’m sure Hermione didn’t mean what she did.”
There was something in his grin as he turned to her.
“Right, ‘Mione?” he asked her.
Hermione could only stare back.
Everyone else was staring back at her.
The ministry officials were staring quietly at her as if they doubted her.
“Excuse me?” Hermione asked unable to stop herself any longer. “What do you mean I did?”
Harry’s eyes glinted but he didn’t answer.
“Hermione dear, are you feeling better?” Mrs. Weasley asked her as she sat next to her.
Hermione stared up at her.
Harry was just staring quietly at her and everyone stared at her as if she was mad or that she had done something horrible.
“Good thing it was just a vase you threw up in the air, ‘Mione.” Bill had jokingly said as he coffee in paper cups around the room. “Fleur once threw an actual jewelry box made of opal stone at me.”
He handed one to his father and even Mr. Weasley laughed on what he had said.
Bill took the last cup and handed it over towards Fleur who took it with a small nod.
It had slowly began to be slightly funny but Hermione knew that the Ministry officials didn’t find anything funny at all as they stared down at her.
“What are you talking about?”
Fleur gave Bill an angry look and had said something in French for which Bill, Charlie and even Ginny laughed for a moment.
Bill placed his arm around his wife and then Fleur gave a short laugh.
Hermione stared at each of them.
Was nobody really concerned of what actually happened?
“I don’t understand.” Hermione said trying to sound both serious and worried. “I threw what at you?”
She was glaring angrily at Harry now.
He looked calm and collected as she had expected.
The more tantrum she showed, the more ridiculous she looked to the others.
Ginny handed her a warm towel to keep her hands warm.
“The vase you threw at Harry last night.” Ginny reminded her. “When you fought? Do you not remember?”
“No.” Hermione said giving Harry another angry look. “I didn’t throw anything at you!”
“You don’t remember?” Ginny skeptically asked her.
Hermione stared at her.
Well, she only remembered that Harry strangled her and tried to choke her to death because of his jealousy.
Hermione did not answer her.
She wanted to know and hear what lies Harry had provided in this household.
Ginny looked uncertainly at her but nodded when Mrs. Weasley gave Hermione a small nod.
“Harry told us about your fight.” Ginny said with a worried look. “He said he made you dinner and asked you to drink the potion you kept on drinking every night to keep your health up and strengthen you faster and then you two started arguing-“
“Arguing about Snape.” Harry said with a serious look over his face. “It’s my fault that you went all berserk. I shouldn’t have forced the potion to you – it might have triggered your hallucinations with Snape forcing you to drink-“
“I don’t have hallucinations!” Hermione screamed standing up and pointing at him.
Everyone was stunned.
She looked mad as she began crying as well.
“He’s lying to you!” Hermione cried pointing at Harry. “Why are you doing this?”
But nobody looked like they were questioning Harry’s words.
They were all only looking worried about her.
Harry stared back at her with no sign of slightest disturbance of how she was reacting.
“Hermione, relax.” Ginny said trying to calm her down. “It’s alright – we understand. Harry even understands when you started throwing-“
“I didn’t throw anything at him!” Hermione said in anger. “I would never do that-“
“Hermione dear, please calm down.” Mrs. Weasley gently said walking to her. “We know you couldn’t control your magic at the moment with everything you’re presently enduring and-“
“I’m not using any magic!” Hermione wailed at them. “Harry’s lying – he’s – he’s-“
“Hermione, please-“
“He took my wand!” Hermione shrieked pointing at Harry. “He took my wand!”
She could no longer take it.
She couldn’t help herself from hearing all the lies Harry had formulated for them to believe.
The whole room had gone quiet and every single person in the house were staring at her.
“He bloody took my wand, Ginny!” Hermione screamed angrily pointing at Harry’s direction.
She was aware that all eyes were on her and were listening to every word.
But they did not look interested and rather looked only worried.
“He took my wand, Ginny and he was keeping me away from all of you!” Hermione screamed staring at Harry who only stared back at her.
Harry looked up at her and finally stood from the couch and went over to her.
“Mr. Potter-“
“It’s fine.” Harry said nodding his head. “I’ve got this.”
Harry turned to her fuming form but he was still calm.
“Sweetheart, please-“ he reached out for her hand but Hermione shoved his hand away.
“Don’t call me that!” she warned him. “Don’t touch me.”
A glint passed his eyes again.
The Healers slowly moved forward and the Ministry official gave one step forward.
Hermione’s eyes looked up at them in alarm.
“Don’t come near me.” Hermione warned backing away from them.
Harry raised his hand to stop them and he placed himself before Hermione.
“Mr. Potter, if Miss Granger is not well, we suggest that-“
“No.” Harry protested gently. “She’s alright. She doesn’t need to be taken at St. Mungo’s.”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she looked at the Healers and back at Harry.
So that’s why they were there.
Harry had concocted some sort of lie and should it be found reasonable, he was willing to give her to St. Mungo’s.
Two guesses which ward he would have her kept.
“’Mione?” Harry gently said extending his hand to her. “We’ll sort this out together, right?” he asked her.
Hermione didn’t answer.
The Healers looked ready to strap her in a jacket.
“We don’t need them, right?” he asked her softly.
Hermione took one glance at the Healers and back at Harry.
She was smart enough to understand that Harry was actually threatening to send her off at a mental ward in front of everyone without them getting the hang of it.
“Mr. Potter, if Miss Granger is unwell, we suggest that she may be taken to-“
“No, she’s alright.” Harry insisted looking back at her. “You’re fine, right? We’ll sort this together? On our own?”
He was looking at her in a warning type of manner for which only she understood.
She stared back at him with nothing but hatred in her eyes.
His jealousy has really gone beyond what was normal and now he was doing things she never imagined he was ever capable of.
Did her disappearance really damage him this much?
“Hermione?” he asked her gently with a smile. “Right?”
“Right.” Hermione answer through gritted teeth.
Harry smiled and sighed back at the officials.
“She’ll be fine with me.” Harry said. “It’s just one of those episodes.”
Harry kept staring at her as he said the words without breaking eye contact.
“But Mr. Potter-“
“I’m fine. She’s better with me.” Harry said. “Her hallucinations and delusions are normal according to her first checkup. It’s part and process of her trauma.”
“Miss Granger needs to rest.”
“I will tend to everything she needs.” Harry said. “It would happen from time to time but atleast she’s home with me.”
They still looked unconvinced and more worried with Harry’s well-being than that of Hermione’s.
Hermione looked around her and knew how it all looked like to them.
So he was playing it differently and everyone was falling for it.
She looked up at Ginny across the room and knew immediately that she had probably told Harry about her note.
She did not think that Ginny would side with Harry in all this.
“I’m not mad!” Hermione angrily said withdrawing her hand away from Harry.
“Nobody said you’re mad.” Harry calmly and quietly answered her.
Hermione angrily stared back at him then around the room for support but she got none.
Even Fleur and Ginny were both looking as highly concerned about her seemingly irrational behavior.
“Hermione.”
This time it was Mrs. Weasley who spoke.
She walked to the middle of the room and stayed next to her.
Hermione looked up at her with tears leaking at the side of her face.
“Please.” Hermione cried at her. “Please, believe me – I’m not-“
“Darling, calm yourself down.” Mrs. Weasley had said.
She pulled something from behind her.
Hermione stared and recognized that it was her wand.
It was wrapped in a blue smooth clothing.
“I have your wand with me.” she had said. “Harry said that you’ve left it when you ran away lastnight. You can get it from me tomorrow morning when you’re feeling better.”
Hermione opened her mouth to argue.
She looked across the room at Harry who was quietly staring at her.
Since when did he ever get to outsmart her?
“Harry was so worried that you didn’t have it with you.” Mrs. Weasley was showing it to her. “He gave it to me in hopes that if you ever did come over here for help I could give it to you.”
Hermione looked from her, then at her wand then at Harry.
He looked back at her as if daring her to take the wand from Mrs. Weasley.
“I think it best if Mr. Potter will keep Miss Granger’s wand for now – for safe keeping.” the official ha said as he turned to Harry. “You live at the same place, do you not?”
“Yes.” Harry answered. “We live at the same place, sir.”
“I think it best if you keep her wand, Harry.” Mr. Weasley suggested.
“No.” Hermione protested seeing her wand being taken away from her again. “No, Harry had – he had taken my wand from me –“
“Miss Granger, we best advise you get some sleep.” the official said. “You need to keep your head together until we finish these proceedings of your trial. There is a hearing soon and we need you to be well rested.”
“I am well rested!” Hermione angrily said unable to control herself again.
Tears were now openly visible from her eyes.
Not only was she confused, angry and exhausted but also very emotional because things were not only falling apart at the trial but at home as well.
She knew what everyone was thinking and knew that Harry was manipulating the situation altogether.
“Come dear, you need to sleep. Come to Ginny’s room. I’ve made the bed for you.”
Hermione looked scandalized at how she was being treated because Fleur had also crossed the room as well and had taken her other hand.
“Come, ‘Mione-“ she said in her usual French accent. “I’ll stay in the room with you until you fall asleep.”
“No, wait-“ Hermione said trying to protest but the two other women had taken her by the arm and was gently walking her out of the living room.
Hermione protested at being stirred out of the room.
She looked around for help but nobody seemed willing to listen.
Mr. Weasley began apologizing to the officials and Bill and Charlie were doing just the same while Harry stood at a corner of the room staring quietly at her.
“Mr. Potter, Miss Granger would need to drink this.”
Hermione heard one of the Healers suggest handing him a tall flask.
“Thanks.” Harry had answered with a grateful nod.
“It would help her to get to sleep and will probably lower the rate and possibility of more hallucinations. She must get sleep before the next hearing.” the Healer also gestured towards his hand.
“I feel alright. It’s nothing.”
“Come by my office at lunch today and let me check it again.”
“Thank you. But I need to tend to Hermione fully today.” Harry answered without removing his eyes from Hermione who was being stirred out of the room against her will.
Ginny had soon followed Fleur and Mrs. Weasley as they took Hermione to her room.
“Miss Granger, be well.” one of the officials called out to her before they disappeared completely from the room. “We would see you at the court trial on Wednesday.”
Mr. Weasley and Bill shook hands with the two Ministry officials.
“Thank you for coming. We were just really worried about her whereabouts.”
“It’s nothing, Arthur. Call us if anything of this sort happens again.”
“Is this normal?” Bill had suddenly asked looking around the room. “For her to be this way?”
One of the Healers nodded as they packed their things away.
“People who have been trapped for a long time with someone who is not family will find themselves in the middle of a post-trauma experience. We believe Miss Granger is enduring such.”
“But to hurt Harry?” Charlie had said openly as only the boys were left in the room. “Would hurting Harry make sense?”
The Healer nodded at him.
“It is but natural. Her hallucinations are also part of this. We would update on her.” he then turned to Harry. “There must be improvement before the week would come to an end, Mr. Potter. If none, we suggest you bring her to St. Mungo’s.”
Harry nodded and shook hands with the Healers again. “Thank you for the concern.”
“Please call us again – any time – should something like this happen again.”
Harry nodded as he led them to the exit.
“I’ll see them off, Harry.” Mr. Weasley had said leading them down the hallway. “Get some rest. You can ask to Ginny to sleep at her mother’s room so you can sleep in hers with Hermione or you can sleep with the rest of the boys.”
Harry nodded and held his bandaged arm and smiled and turned to Charlie and Bill who began swishing their wands around to clean the room.
“Well I have a few hours of sleep with me.” Bill had said. “You can come sleep in my room, Harry. I’m sure Fleur is going to sleep over at Ginny’s room with the two.”
“Yeah.” Charlie said patting Harry’s back. “I’m parking myself at Bill’s room since it is spacious, right my big brother? You can come with us.”
Bill threw a towel at Charlie. “I didn’t bloody invite you in my room.”
Harry smiled at the two as they began throwing stuff towards one another in jest.
“I’m fine. I’ll sleep with Hermione in the room.”
“Nah, fat chance, mate.” Bill had said as she watched Mrs. Weasley come down the stairs alone. “I’m sure the girls are going to have some girl-talk. Let’s leave them to that tonight. It might help improve Hermione’s mood and emotional state and rest her mind if she has the other two with her tonight.”
“Gross.” Charlie commented. “Girl-talk. What do they talk about anyway?”
“Nothing significant.” Harry said but he was staring up the staircase that led to Ginny’s room. “That’s what I can tell you.”

Hermione could barely sleep.
Fleur and Ginny had stayed with her in the room and despite their perseverance to ask her what exactly has happened, she simply told them that she was too tired to talk and wanted to get some sleep.
Ginny and Fleur respected her decision but Hermione sensed that Ginny was not convinced of her actions.
It took her a while to be able to let the other two know that she was alright and that she just really wanted some sleep.
Scared that she would have another unconventional actions done, the other two simply went to Ginny’s large bed and let her sleep alone in the spare bed that Mrs. Weasley had brought in the room.
She had been wide-awake for two full hours and knew that the sun will rise any minute.
She did not know what to do.
It was nowhere safe in the Weasley’s and Harry was just across the hallway.
She had never felt so trapped in her life.
There was nobody she could trust.
She tossed around the bed and tried to think, think hard of what she could do.
Harry had taken her bag and the little money she had and she was sure that he had already seen the things she had attempted to pack for her getaway.
She closed her eyes and turned the other side of the bed.
If she wanted to run, she should already do it now because seeing the way of things the moment they get back to their apartment, she will endure hell from Harry.
Putting things and things together and from Ginny and Fleur’s version of what has happened Harry is obviously out of his mind.
They had said that Harry had come knocking at their door at about half past midnight.
He was panic-stricken and his hand was bleeding as he knocked down their door and was desperately looking for her.
He was settled and calmed in the living room by Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley and he relayed to them the story of their argument that led to her throwing things around and hitting him with the vase.
The two said that Harry’s hand bled in front of her that might have alarmed Hermione so she threw another object and had drastically taken things around the house and had fled.
Harry told them that in her haste and fear, she had left her wand which worried Harry even more because there was no way she could Apparate or go anywhere without money nor her wand as her magic had been suppressed for quite a long time that wandless magic for her was almost impossible to do.
Given these information, Mrs. Weasley quickly sent a Patronus to Bill and Fleur who quickly arrived within half an hour to help figure out what they could do to help or where to begin looking for Hermione.
Bill had also sent Patronus to two of his Healer friends for a house-call in to heal Harry at home order to keep from press and others not concerned that something like that happened to Harry Potter.
Mr. Weasley’s Patronus was quickly dispatched to the Ministry where two of his friends quickly arrived upon hearing that Mr. Harry Potter desperately needed their help at that hour of the night.
In Hermione’s opinion upon hearing these stories, Harry had the upper hand in what had just transpired and he was quick and clever enough to turn tables around.
He was fast with his instinct that she was going to go first to the Weasleys and so he created a plan that will surely look like he was dead worried about her and that he was the victim again.
It was so unbelievable of Harry.
Unable to gain any sleep, Hermione slowly crept out from the bed.
She just needed some space and some place to be alone and if she was lucky, maybe she could find her bag lying around somewhere and she could possibly get out of the house.
But that was fat chance as Mrs. Weasley could also be awake at this hour.
Hermione quietly walked out of the door to get herself a glass of water to maybe help her think about what she was going to do next and how she was going to get message to Draco for help.
She couldn’t believe it, but she was actually considering the help of that boy who has bullied her for years.

Hermione reached the landing of the creaky stairs and was to make way to the kitchens when she heard Harry’s voice from the hallway.
“Did you know that there are certain ways to create a poison that may just look like water?”
Hermione froze from where she stood.
Harry was awake already and was obviously anticipating for her to wake up.
“In other words, you can actually poison someone without them knowing and making it look like an accident.”
Hermione stood frozen on the spot.
She listened and slowly turned to the other direction and braved herself to walk to the living room where she heard Harry’s voice.
It was slightly dark and the room was dimly lit by a small fire from the hearth.
She looked around and found Harry sitting alone in the room and was holding a book in his hand.
“Lovely this book, eh?” he said lifting it up and showing it to her. “Most useful and the memories it gave me are just superb. This was the time I’ve outdone you at Potions, do you remember?”
Hermione stared at him then slowly averted to the book in his hand.
It was his Potions book in their 6^th year – Snape’s book.
She did not know how he was able to gain it again but at the moment she did not care.
“What are you doing?” Hermione asked him walking forward. “Why are you doing this, Harry?”
“Doing what, Hermione?” he asked back innocently.
He stared up at her with such longing eyes as he held the book in his hand.
“Would you like to read with me?” he slowly asked her showing the book again. “There are a lot of useful potions here that you might like.”
He began flipping the pages before her, vaguely smiling and commenting on the things he somewhat found amusing.
But Hermione wasn’t amused.
She felt as if she was dealing with someone demented.
“Harry, stop this madness.” Hermione finally said. “Stop whatever you’re doing.”
“I’m not doing anything.” Harry said. “Oh, look here, Hermione – this page says that you can actually create this potion that can poison anyone with a single smell of its scent-“
“Harry!” Hermione said as she attempted to tug the book out from his hand. “Why are you doing this?!”
“Doing what?” Harry quietly asked her.
He suddenly shut the book close and slowly stood up.
Hermione slightly cowered as he towered over her.
He was barely taller than her but at that moment, Hermione felt as if he was way taller and scarier than he ever was.
His emerald eyes were gazing down at hers and that glimmer of hatred was very much visible in his eyes again.
“I’ve done nothing but protect and take good care of you and this is how you repay me?”
“Repay you?” Hermione asked shaking her head at him. “I don’t know what you’re-“
“You want to talk about it?” Harry slowly asked her.
Hermione did not answer.
She did not want to talk about whatever it was even though she already had a hunch about it.
“I was going to let you get away with it, you know.” Harry casually said. “I was going to let it all go until I learned that you actually went to Ginny.”
Hermione’s eyes turned to slits.
So it was confirmed.
Ginny had spilled to Harry what happened at Gringotts.
Hermione understood that Ginny was worried about her but she bagged that she would have some sort of ‘special girl bond’ with her and would keep their meeting a secret.
“Harry, I did not-“
“Don’t you lie to me.” Harry calmly said. “Ginny told me everything.”
“Ginny might have misunderstood me.” Hermione quickly lied.
Harry only stared at her and Hermione could tell that she was nowhere going to get away with it
“She cried, you know.” Harry said. “Told me that she felt really, really guilty for lying to me at that day. She told me that she was sorry and that she would not want to lie to me and that she’s terribly, terribly worried about you – most especially your behavior.”
“My behavior?” Hermione repeated with wide-eyes. “Maybe they should be worried about yours.”
Harry’s eyes glinted but he ignored her and gave her a wicked smile.
“She’s worried about you, Hermione.” Harry took a step closer her. “But you see, ‘Mione, she’s more worried about me.”
Hermione did not say anything, her fists clenching at her sides.
“Yes, she’s worried about me.” Harry pointed at himself. “She saw how much I suffered when you were away and she understood that. She understood how I felt then and now - unlike you – you never-“
“Harry, I don’t want to fight and I don’t want-“
“You were going to go away!” Harry said with sudden anger rising inside him.
“I only said-“
“You were going to go on some getaway – you were going to plan something behind my back – what? Don’t deny it. Ginny told me every single thing you’ve told her that day.”
Hermione stared at Harry with hatred in her eyes.
She could comprehend Ginny’s loyalty to Harry because she saw his suffering when she was gone.
But still, how could she betray her?
“I told Ginny that I just want time off from-“
“From me?” Harry asked her. “What do you think I am, Hermione? Some pet you can just leave around if you feel tired-“
“Harry, it’s not like that – I just wanted to-“
“If you think that you have anyone to help you from these bloody place you’re making a mistake, Hermione.” Harry took one last step and had suddenly and painfully grabbed her arm.
“Harry-“
“Nobody, you hear me?” he whispered at her as he advanced towards her.
He suddenly grabbed her arm and painfully gripped her around the wrist.
“Harry-“ Hermione winced in pain.
“Nobody. You hear me?” Harry quietly said. “Nobody in this place is going to take your side.”
Hermione felt completely threatened.
She knew the truth in those words.
She knew that everyone would take Harry’s side especially now that Harry had made it clear to people that she was having some post-traumatic problem and hallucinations.
He was clever to use something like that in order to spin them in his hands.
Since when did he learn to be this cunning?
“How could you manipulate them?” Hermione asked him as she snatched her arm back from him.
Harry stared at her for a moment then smiled at her.
Hermione used to be so inlove with the boy’s smile.
Now, he scared her beyond her wits.
“I’m not manipulating them.” Harry calmly answered sitting back down on the couch.
Hermione stared at him as he returned his attention back at the book again.
It was Snape’s book and she immediately recognized the vast danger at hand while it was in Harry’s possession at the moment.
“Get a few more hours of sleep, ‘Mione.” Harry said with a warm smile at her. “You need energy. I know you haven’t slept well and you heard what the Healers said about you being well-rested. We can leave before lunch today. Get some more-“
“I’m not going with you-“ Hermione said with her hands shaking at her sides. “I’m never going back to that place.”
Hermione saw that Harry’s fists turned into a ball for a moment.
She took a step back but he didn’t do anything at all.
Harry breathed deeply as if trying to control himself.
He slowly looked up at her and an amused look began surfacing over his face.
He shook his head and continued leafing through the pages of the book in his hand.
“Sure.” Harry had simply said. “You can stay here at the Weasleys for as long as you want.”
Hermione just stared at him as she tried to analyze the catch in those words.
“I won’t stop you if you want to stay here.”
“I want my wand back.” Hermione quietly said. “You give it back to me.”
“You heard them earlier.” Harry simply said.
“I want my wand back, Harry.” Hermione demanded.
“It is quite unsafe for you to have your wand with you. Don’t worry.” Harry told her. “I’m going to keep it safe for you sweetheart, until you feel better and is sound in mind.”
That was it.
Hermione’s had lost it.
Hermione launched forward and attacked Harry.
She angrily grabbed the book from him and threw it aside and then had gone straight into hitting him.
But Harry was faster and stronger than she was.
They both stepped over the book.
Harry was fast enough to defend himself.
He had grabbed Hermione’s other hand and began twisting her left arm in another direction as his other hand quickly grasped her by the jaw.
“Harry-“ Hermione cried out in pain as Harry shoved her back against the wall without letting her go.
The pain was such a shock that Hermione felt her visions blurred for a split moment.
She struggled against him but to no avail.
“You want to scream?” Harry asked her his fingers digging painfully around her jawline. “You want to wake the whole house?”
Hermione’s eyes leaked with tears.
This was not the Harry she had fallen in love with.
“Do not tempt me to hurt them.” Harry breathed at her. “Do not tempt me to hurt them, Hermione.”
“Don’t.” Hermione croaked out. “Please – you won’t – you can’t-“
“Don’t dare me.” Harry darkly said as his fingers dug deeper to the point of breaking her jaw.
“Harry, you won’t-“ Hermione was choking viciously.
“You don’t believe me?” Harry asked with a sneer. “Do you want me to try it out first on that bastard? I can do that. I can call Kingsley and-“
“You won’t hurt him. You can’t.” Hermione angrily spat at him. “You prefer to see him suffer with the Dementors.”
Hermione stared back at him with such defiance in her eyes that it only agitated and angered Harry further.
“Maybe it’s not them I should hurt then.”
Hermione’s eyes grew wide.
Harry gave her a knowing smile.
“You’re not going to hurt them.” Hermione gasped. “You can’t – you won’t- they’re your family-“
“Them?” Harry asked them.
He nodded towards the old armchair for which Mrs. Weasley usually sat and knitted her most-loved sweaters.
“No, Harry. You’re mad – you wouldn’t hurt – you don’t mean that-“
“Would you like to bet one of their red-heads on it?” Harry asked threateningly.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something in protest when they both heard voices.
They both stopped moving.
They heard people coming down from the stairs.
Harry quickly let go of her jaw and pushed her back over the couch.
Hermione gasped and coughed for air as she looked up at him listening to whoever was coming down the stairs.
Harry turned to him with a dark smile and placed his hand over his lips in gesture for her to remain quiet.
Hermione’s eyes burned with hatred as she stared at him.
Harry slowly bent down to pick the book up just as Mr. Weasley came into the room and stared at them in surprise.
“Up so early?” Mr. Weasley asked as he walked straight into the old desk at the end of the room.
He was too busy looking for something as he prepared himself for work that he barely noticed the tears that Hermione was wiping off her face.
“Hermione couldn’t sleep.” Harry said as he stared down at Hermione with a warning gaze. “She had a nightmare again. Came knocking at the boy’s room and asked if I could accompany her here.”
Mr. Weasley found a small stash of parchments he had been looking for and walked to them.
“Hermione??” he asked noticing her tear-streaked face.
“I’m – I’m fine.” Hermione said. “Just a little.. I’m alright, Mr. Weasley.”
Mr. Weasley stared worriedly at her then at Harry who only gave him an assuring glance.
“She’ll be alright.” Harry said placing his arm around her waist. “She just needed a bit of chat.”
“Well if you can’t sleep come to the kitchens.” he said grabbing his fallen cloak at the back of the couch. “I’m sure Molly can make you a coffee or something.”
Hermione nodded and watched as he walked out of the living room calling Mrs. Weasley to tell her that the two were already awake.
“Do you believe in me?” Harry asked her. “Or would you like to bet on his head first instead?” Harry sneered at her as he moved forward and offered his hand to help her off the couch.
Hermione ignored his hand and remained still on the couch with an angry glare.
“Get up, Hermione.” Harry snapped at her. “Pack your things because we’re leaving before lunch.”

Half an hour later, Hermione had found herself in the kitchen of the Weasleys helping out Mrs. Weasley, Fleur and Ginny to make breakfast for everyone.
Hermione was quietly slicing up some oranges at the corner to make into fresh juice while Fleur was making toasts next to Mrs. Weasley at the other end of the kitchen.
Hermione’s untamed thoughts were disrupted when she felt Ginny walk to her corner.
She looked up at her with a mournful look over her face.
“Hermione.” Ginny began as she worriedly stared at her.
She hastily woke Fleur up at that morning upon realizing that Hermione was no longer in the room with them. They both jumped out of bed in their sleeping clothes only to find Hermione setting plates over the dining area as Mrs. Weasley began cooking sausages and eggs at the kitchen.
“Yeah?” Hermione simply said returning her attention to the oranges.
Ginny was reluctant.
“About what happened.. I was just-”
“It’s fine.” Hermione quietly said. “I know you’re only worried about me.”
Despite that she did not seem as mad as Ginny would have expected her, Ginny knew that she had offended her somehow.
She wasn’t sure if she should continue her conversation with her knowing that Hermione still looked tad bit of mad at the least.
“Look, ‘Mione..” Ginny pressed on. “I was just really worried – we all are. Harry says.. you’re a little-“
“Unstable?” Hermione offered. “At the verge of lunacy?”
Ginny looked alarm. She quickly shook her head.
“No, no.” she said reaching for her but Hermione slightly edged away from her. “’Mione, Harry’s just worried – all of us are. We know you’re enduring something we can’t really cure now or cure fully. We know you’re traumatized and you need people around you. We just – we just sort of panicked. Harry’s all worried about you – he’s always thinking about you.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he is.” Hermione said blandly.
Ginny looked slightly hurt at her but she also knew how she felt.
“If you want to talk, I’m just here.”
“Yeah.” Hermione snapped. “And you can tell Harry everything once more.”
Ginny opened her mouth to explain but Hermione put down the knife and the orange in her hand.
“I can tell Harry everything myself, Gin. You don’t need to bother.” Hermione snapped at her. “Besides, I know he’s been following me around or having people follow me around to check on me. Don’t worry, Gin, I think Harry has everything covered.”
Hermione’s voice had been raised a notch higher than even Bill and Charlie who had just come down the stairs had halted and were listening to them.
Fleur saw them by the stairs and had quickly eyed them warningly.
Ginny stared at Hermione and sighed heavily.
“I’m sorry, ‘Mione.” she simply said. “We’re just really worried about you.”
“Yeah.” Hermione had said. “I know. I’m sorry. But I just really want to be alone right now.”
Without another word, she grabbed the platter of oranges and decided to slice them up back at the other end of the room leaving Ginny looking crestfallen.

The dining room was filled with conversations as they ate brunch that the women in the house had prepared.
Hermione passed platters of viands after another as conversations took place around long table of the Weasleys.
She barely touched her food and sat quietly next to Harry who had been cheerful all morning and had even played wizard’s chess with Bill who decided not to go to work that morning.
The conversations around the table had been cheerful until Mr. Weasley was about to leave and had suddenly had to remind Hermione and Harry that he had been noted by a Ministry official that the court trial for Wednesday was going to be at three in the afternoon.
The reminder had definitely changed Harry’s mood.
“I’m going to get more bread rolls.” Hermione said excusing herself from the table as she went just at the next room.
Harry did not miss the gesture and had quickly excused himself as well and had followed her at the kitchen area.
“Three tomorrow, huh?” Harry asked as he watched by the door.
Hermione walked around the kitchen, grabbing a large platter and looking for the bread rolls that were just a few inches from the pan she had just moved aside.
Harry walked forward and had pointed at the pan she was looking for.
“I don’t want to fight, Harry.” Hermione told him. “We’ll be in the court by three and yes, I’ll still be telling the truth tomorrow.” Hermione spat at him.
Harry just stared at her, studying her closely.
Hermione felt uncomfortable with his gaze but she pretended not to care at all.
“I did not say anything.” Harry said walking at the other end of the table.
Hermione heard him grab something and had left the room without another word.
She angrily put down the platter of bread back on the table.
Her eyes began to water with tears.
She was just really so damn frustrated about everything.
She needed Draco.
She desperately needed to see Draco.
“Hermione?”
Hermione quickly wiped the tears from her eyelids as she looked up at the doorway.
Fleur was standing by the door and staring at her.
“Bill is looking for the bread rolls.” she said as she entered seeing the platter on the table.
“Sorry, it’s here.” Hermione pointed.
“He wants to grab some for work.” Fleur went to the table and grabbed one of the rolls for herself.
“Here, let me find you a place to pack it.” Hermione said looking around the kitchens.
“He’ll just grab a piece or two. He’s just waiting for the orange juice that Harry is serving-”
Hermione nodded absentmindedly until she realized what Fleur had just said.
“What?” she asked in great alarm. “What did you say?”
“I said Bill is in a hurry and-“
“No. I meant –“
“He’s leaving. He’s only-“
“I mean, about Harry. What did you say Harry was-“
“He’s finishing the orange juice that Harry is serving over there?” Fleur repeated slowly. “He said he made it himself and-“
But Hermione no longer heard the rest of her sentences.
Her blood rose up to her head upon the realization of what she had just mentioned.
She ran out of the kitchen and had thrown herself back at the dining hall.
Her eyes quickly searched the room for Harry.
He was laughing at the end of the room at some joke Bill had been saying as he filled a glass of orange juice for Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione stood frozen by the doorway as she looked around the glasses filled with juice he had served around the table.
She quickly scanned the room and saw that Mrs. Weasley was just about to drink – the first one to drink.
Harry had quickly sensed her presence and had looked up at her direction.
He raised a glass in his hand that he just finished filling up.
“Try some?” he asked her as he nodded at the glass. “I made it, ‘Mione.”
It was the word that triggered enough panic and response in Hermione’s system.
Hermione did not know exactly what she had done but soon she found herself being strangled to calm down by Bill and Charlie at the other end of the room.
Everyone was staring at her.
She had come running inside the dining hall, screaming at everyone to not drink the juice and had literary attacked the glass out of Mrs. Weasley’s hand as she was about to take a sip.
Hermione had reached for the pitcher half-filled of it from the table and had knocked it down over the floor.
“Don’t drink it!” she kept yelling as she stared with wild eyes at Harry. “Don’t drink it!”
Fleur had quickly ran back towards the dining hall upon hearing the mayhem.
She covered her mouth in shock as she saw Hermione being strangled by her husband and Charlie to a corner as she fought against them.
Ginny and quickly grabbed Mrs. Weasley at the side of the room to calm her a little as she was too shock at Hermione’s actions to every comprehend what had just happened.
Harry was staring quietly at Hermione while Mr. Weasley had quickly waved his wand around to clean up the mess that had become around the room.
“What’s going on?” Fleur asked staring at Bill who had Hermione’s hands behind her back as she kicked herself free from him.
“Don’t know!” Bill said over the commotion. “She just attacked mum –“
“She attacked the glass in mum’s hand-“ Charlie corrected as he tried to help Bill restrain Hermione out of the kitchens.
Fleur stood frozen at the spot as they stared at Hermione kicking and screaming and pointing at the spilled juice all over the dining hall.
“What’s gotten into her?” Ginny asked as she settled Mrs. Weasley at the end of the room.
“Mum are you-“
“I’m fine, Gin. I’m alright.” Mrs. Weasley breathlessly answered still wearing the expression of shock.
“She just ran in here and just grabbed the glass out of mum’s hand.” Ginny told Fleur who started to wave her wand around to help clean the messed up and spoiled food over the dining table.
“She what?”
“She started going berserk over the pitcher of juice right after.” Ginny supplied staring at the now empty pitcher.
“Ze juice?” Fleur asked with a raised brow.
Ginny merely nodded.
They could still hear Hermione screaming at the living room.
Hermione watched with wild eyes as Harry stared down at her with his hands crossed over his chest.
Bill and Charlie were both holding her down the couch in the living room and glaring reluctantly at her and back at Harry as if thinking if they should hex her or not.
“She’s fine, she’s fine. Please let her go.” Harry whispered as he pulled up a chair and sat in front of Hermione.
“Harry, she’s not-“
“She’s alright, Bill. I will talk to her. She’s stressed out.” Harry said emphasizing the word. “She did not have a good night sleep.”
Bill and Charlie stared at one another then loosened their grips over Hermione who had somewhat calmed herself down but was still glaring at Harry.
“What happened?” Charlie asked unable to comprehend the situation that took place.
“Hermione, why did you just do that?” Bill asked him as he stood tall with Charlie at either side of Harry.
“Yeah, Hermione.” Harry slowly said in a calm voice that was nowhere accusatory not shock as Bill and Charlie.
Hermione stared up at him and she was at loss at for words and she did not know how to explain her behavior.
Harry was staring quietly at her as if daring her to say anything to the two of the eldest Weasleys in the room.
He had obviously displayed what was a mocked action of what he could actually do without anyone getting the gist of it. It was true that he could poison and kill any of them without any of their knowing the better.
“I don’t..” Hermione began unable to look at the two Weasleys straight in the eye. “I’m sorry.. I was just…”
“Stressed?” Harry supplemented.
Hermione shot him a glance.
“Yes. Stressed.” Hermione answered in gritted teeth.
Bill looked did not look convinced at her.
“Hermione, I do not want to offend you.” Bill began staring closely at her. “But you really do not look good. You look as if you’re not eating well and not getting enough sleep. Do you want to go to the hospital later? I’m sure Fleur and Ginny could somehow accompany you and-“
“No, she’s fine.” Harry cut him out.
The two brothers stared at him.
“Can I have a moment with Hermione?” he gently asked them. “Let me talk to her. I’m sure she feels more comfortable..”
They stared at him and immediately agreed.
“Please?”
“Fine.” Charlie said giving a small smile. “We’ll be in the kitchens if you need us, Harry.” he gave Hermione a nod and together with his brother, they both left the living room.
Hermione glanced hopelessly at them.
She couldn’t give signals and could only stare at their backs with a pleading gaze.
She was shaken back to reality when she heard the door snap close.
Harry had locked the door and had placed a Silencing Charm.
He walked forward her with the same glimmer in his eyes as he sat at the chair he pulled in front of her with his arms crossed over him.
“Well?” Hermione asked him. “Are you happy?”
Harry stared at her for a quiet moment.
Then he slowly reached for her and rested his hand over her leg.
Hermione flinched at his touch but she did not move away.
“Happy?” Harry asked him with a smug look over his face. “I’m ecstatic, Hermione.”
“Go to hell Harry.” Hermione tearfully spat at him.
Harry gave a condescending laugh at her.
“Snape will go first.” he told her. “I’m going to make sure of that.”
“You’re not going to get away with this.”
“Actually.” Harry said moving closer to her. “I’m already getting away with it.”
Harry leaned closer and placed his other hand over her other leg and began to gently massage the area in between her thighs.
Hermione was shaking in anger and silently crying as she stared down at the monster he had become.
“I like this, ‘Mione.” Harry whispered at her with a triumphant glimmer in his emerald eyes.
“This thing – our thing- just like the old days. When we keep secrets just between the two of us – when we keep things just to ourselves.”

It might have been an old ink bottle or glass case or a jar of some sort that had fallen but neither Harry nor Hermione cared as Harry carried her up over the desk.
Their breathing were labored and Harry’s member was just as excited and wet Hermione was already between her legs.
“Harry, are you sure that nobody will-“
“They’re all busy downstairs at the meeting.” Harry said nipping her neck as he had his other hand behind her back unclasping her bra and the other quite busy beneath her blouse and over her hardened nipples.
“Someone might come in-“
“It’s half past one, ‘Mione.” Harry quickly unbuttoned the rest the buttons over her blouse as he kissed and nipped every part of her chest he could reach.
“But Harry—“ Hermione moaned unable to even speak clearly as Harry set jolts of excitement all over her.
“They’ve been in there for three long hours.” Harry breathed heavily mentally taking note to reach for his wand to lock the door. “I’m quite sure that nobody will interrupt.”
Hermione nodded and giggled mischievously as her hand reached down for the inside of Harry’s pants and she began to massage his long member that has been longing for her for days now.
Harry moaned inside their lip-locked mouths as he felt Hermione’s excited long fingers taking the better out of him.
“Sleep in my bedroom tonight.” Harry whispered. “I’ll sneak you in or something or something. I’ll talk to Ginny to make Ron sleep in the other room.”
Hermione giggled at the prospect of it.
She felt excited at the idea of breaking some sort of rule – breaking some sort of rule with Harry.
It felt different – to be in a relationship with him and to have things and secrets shared only by the two of them. She felt quite glad to be in some sort of normal and not for mere display time of relationship for the first time in her life.
“If professor Lupin does not sleep here tonight.” Hermione whispered back, flinching slightly as Harry bit her lower lip, groaning excitedly at the prospect of sleeping with Harry in his bedroom for the third time.
They were not sure really when the feelings or the ‘sparks’ between them had begun, but it sure were quite explosive when it did.
It might have been Hermione’s comforting letters, words and presence around Harry right after Sirius’ death that might have triggered Harry’s longing for someone to love and care for him that soon had him sending her back notes and jokes that definitely crossed the line of their being bestfriends.
The feelings were mutual and reciprocated with enough just and lust.
The two were just as excited to go back to Hogwarts in a week or so with someone to call as ‘girlfriend’ and ‘boyfriend’ – even just in secret.
Despite the dangers their relationship could bring once the Dark Lord and his loyal servants find out about them, Harry and Hermione decided to hold on to their relationship and only let a handful of people to know about them with Lupin being one of the handful.
Despite that nobody could really tell – not even Harry and Hermione themselves- if the relationship was quite serious or long, it did not matter at the moment. For that was their new goal and aspiration in this newfound aspect of their lives - to just live each they and let things go as long as they were together.
“Harry, stop-“ Hermione giggled as Harry’s hand had slowly come down to her legs and he was massaging the lines in the inner of her thighs, teasing her mercilessly.
“Harry, I said – stop-“ Hermione’s eyes were fluttering at the sensation of his mouth around her neck and his hand between her thighs, “I think I heard something down the hallway-“
“It’s just your imagination.” Harry whispered nipping her neck as he pushed her legs apart over the desk so he could touch her better.
“No, I think I did hear something –“ Hermione said forcing to bring herself in control of the situation.
“’Mione, everyone’s downstairs – nobody is going to-“
“No, I think I heard-“ Hermione opened her eyes at the sound she has heard and she almost screamed.
Snape was standing by the doorway with his hands crossed over his chest and was staring at them in a manner that Hermione couldn’t tell if amusement or annoyance.
But he definitely looked like he had been standing there for quite some time.
“Professor Snape-“
“What-“ Harry asked slightly irritated upon hearing the name.
“Harry, stop – professor Snape-“
“What about the git-“
Hermione pushed Harry off him and nodded towards the doorway.
Snape’s presence alarmed the both and they both scrambled off the desk in the room and had begun zipping, buttoning and putting their clothes back altogether.
“Mr. Potter.” Snape softly whispered entering the room even without invitation.
Harry had closed his pants back and had halfway managed to straighten back his own clothes while Hermione had managed her somehow button back her blouse whilst she was already half-nake earlier before Snape could reach them.
Harry stood straight and had moved himself in front of Hermione in his attempt to cover her as she hastily pulled her skirt back in place.
They were both red, flustered and breathless and guilt smelled all over the place just as the heat and lust that rose around the room.
Snape stared at them for a moment without really knowing how he was going to reprimand the two as they were not in the school grounds and neither were child to be told off upon doing such an act.
“How did you get up here?” Harry breathlessly asked him.
Snape stared at him for a moment then his eyes rested towards Hermione who just finished buttoning her blouse and was looking frightened behind Harry at the sight of him.
“Lupin would like to talk to you downstairs.” Snape had simply said. “He and Mrs. Weasley would like to get the schedule of the three of you-“ he nodded towards Hermione, “in regards of the schedule for which you would have to go to Diagon Alley to buy your new school materials for your sixth year.”
Harry nodded at him while Hermione looked away from Snape’s accusatory glare.
“I also need to inform you that you’re ought to take Potions within the school year in order to compliment your dreams of becoming… an Auror.”
His black eyes ran from Harry and had swayed momentarily at Hermione’s direction for which it caught sight of her skin that she had not properly mustered to cover up completely.
“We’ll be downstairs.” Harry said with a dignified look over his face. “You can get out now, professor.”
Snape’s eyes flashed at him but he did not say anything for a moment.
He opened his mouth but they both heard Lupin calling for Harry immediately downstairs as Kreacher was doing something that he wasn’t supposed to be doing.
“I guess duty calls.” Snape simply said with an annoying smile.
“Yeah, I heard.” Harry snapped at him. He turned back at Hermione. “Follow downstairs.”
Hermione only nodded at him and Harry glared at Snape but did not say anything.
“Learn your priorities, Potter.” Snape called back on him as he was halfway leaving the room.
Harry slowly turned back at him.
“Learn to knock, professor. This is my house – I can bloody do whatever I want.”
And then he left and only his quick footsteps down the stairs could be heard by the other two.
Hermione swallowed hard and looked away as Snape stared back at her.
“Professor,” Hermione began, “we’re sorry, we just-“
“Kindly fix your clothes, Miss Granger.” Snape slowly said as he gestured and slowly turned away from her and waited.
Hermione realized that she had buttoned her blouse at all the wrong places, thus her bra that wasn’t exactly in the correct place could be slightly viewed and her skirt was also askew that the inner of her right leg was showing.
She quickly unbuttoned and buttoned everything back in the right place and had pulled her skirt down into place.
“Sorry, professor.” Hermione said. “But thanks. Done.” Hermione said and Snape slowly faced her again.
He glanced back at her. His black eyes were seemingly gazing through every inch of her as if searching for something else that might be wrong.
Her face was still flustered and she somewhat looked stunning and glowing beneath the moonlight that reached through the room.
He blinked and blinked the thoughts away.
“Professor?”
“You do understand, Miss Granger, how untimely this is?” he asked her coldly. “You understand how this may distract Potter from his goals and what he is supposed to do?”
Hermione blinked and stared at him.
“He’s not distracted.” she defiantly said. “And I’m with him – though all this. And I’m guiding him and-“
“He’s about to be sixth year at school and he could barely brew a proper potion, Miss Granger. How do you think he could save lives and this as distraction as we near the end of the war?”
“Distraction?” Hermione repeated taking a step forward him. “You think I am a distraction to Harry?”
Snape did not say anything. He wasn’t sure why he was so annoyed at the student in front of him and why it boiled his blood earlier upon walking into them and their little act.
“I’m only stating that this is not the time in his life for him to have a… “ he paused looking for the right word or rather insult to call her but he somehow could not find anything that was mocking or insulting enough to call her. Not when in secretly, he actually and deeply thought that she looked rather ‘distractingly flattering and stunning’ at the moment.
“A girlfriend?” Hermione coldly helped him out.
Snape blinked at her.
“A kinky friend.”
Hermione was shaking in anger. But she could not – even outside school premises – answer a teacher. It was beyond her perspectives unlike Harry and Ron who preferred otherwise even within Hogwarts.
“I’m not-“ Hermione said unable to control her shaking voice. “I’m not what you think I am-“
She angrily grabbed her bag from the floor and had made her way to the door when she suddenly turned back to Snape.
She walked right in front of him and looked him up in the eye – gazing at him as if challenging him.
Snape was too shocked to say anything as she stood so close to him. He could smell her scent from their proximity - even the smell of her ‘unfinished business’ with Harry earlier.
“Why are you such a bitter person?” Hermione angrily said giving him a spiteful glare.
Snape’s black eyes glinted. Hermione looked as if she was ready to slap him.
She could possibly not do so, but answering to him just cause she could at the moment, definitely did not stop her from doing so – they were not at school grounds anyway.
But before he could do anything or say anything, Hermione had already turned and had stormed out of the room, banging the door noisily behind her.
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