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Confinement	By : Lucreace Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 14059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione didn’t know how long it had been when she came back to herself. Soft hands pawed at her arm and she was being moved. Only a small movement but it translated to screaming agony in her head. The back of her neck pulsed with every slight movement and a deep frown marred her brow. Darkness enveloped them and the room they were in was dusty, dirty and cloying. Placing a hand over her mouth she coughed. That was a mistake, white light erupted across her field of vision and everything swam for a moment. Taking a long, deep breath, she cleared her lungs and thought back to what had happened.
Severus! He’d interrupted the revenant’s song! The expression on the creature’s beautiful face was etched in her mind forever and nothing would ever erase the soft, sweet sorrow that it had sung. She’d been thrown forward towards the children by a harsh blast and then… Abruptly, she sat up, ignoring all pain that threatened to wipe her out again. The children! “Miss…?” It was Sasha’s voice. Tentative and unsure. Hermione’s head snapped around and she saw the girl was fine. Covered in muck and grime and she looked a little shaken but otherwise fine. “Harrison and Jack?” Hermione whispered.
                “They’ve gone upstairs,” Sasha whispered.
                “Join them, send a message to Hogwarts.” Hermione said, “They’ll send help.” Sasha didn’t need telling twice, she bolted up the stairs and was gone from the cellar in half a heartbeat. When she was gone, Hermione let out a deep breath, the children would be safe upstairs, she hoped. She screwed her eyes shut and ran a hand over her face. Severus! Where was he? Her head darted from side to side, glancing around for any sign of her former professor. The thought of any harm coming to him made a lump stick in her throat and she began scrabbling around the broken cellar. Not trusting her legs to support her weight, she crawled through the wreckage. Pulling away bits of beam and plaster, pushing the dust over the floor, making herself cough and sputter as she moved.
                The longer she searched, the more frantic she became. Pain screamed through the back of her neck and she paused. A deep breath later and she was off again, refusing to abandon the search. Tears prickled her eyes as her frustration mounted. Where the hell was he? There was no way he would have walked away; the ceiling had collapsed on top of them all. Hermione and the children had been lucky as it was. A cry escaped her lips and she knocked an offending nearby beam. It was lying across the cellar and it deserved the blow. A trickle of dust flowed from the ceiling and a dangerous rumble sounded. Tensing for a moment, the sound ceased and she remained poised, ready to move in an instant should the ceiling collapse. After a long moment, she let out a held breath and resumed her search.
                She was about to give up when a white shape caught her eye in the corner. It was small but there was no mistaking it, it was a hand! Darting over, she scraped the rubble from around it and held it. The skin was cool but not cold. There was nothing for it, she began pulling the broken wood and debris from the arm and torso as quickly as she could. “Come on, come on,” she muttered to herself as she discarded another lump of wood. Eventually, she cleared his upper body. His neat coat was torn and ripped; a deep gash graced his temple and oozed a lazy trail of blood down his cheek. She gripped his shoulder and gave a gentle shake. There was no response. She made a quick assessment; he was breathing, which was good. He was unable to move him, which was bad. Pulling out her wand she groaned. The tip had snapped in the fall. Useless! There was nothing for it; she’d have to wait for help to arrive. Taking a hold of his hand, she gently stroked the knuckles with her thumb. She coughed again and let out a deep breath. At least she’d found him, the children were safe and she’d found him. At least… the room began to swim again and her eyes rolled back. She let the darkness take her.
                Hermione came too when a hand gently patted her shoulder, “Miss Granger?” the questioning voice of McGonagall asked.
                “Headmistress?” she murmured. When her eyes flicked open, there was a lot more light in the room and it as full of Order Members, all of which she recognised.
                “You’re safe now,” the headmistress replied, “Can you stand?”
                She nodded and slowly climbed to her feet. There were more stable than she thought they would be and she let go of Minerva’s arm, “Thank you.” Glancing around, she noticed that Severus had already been moved. A lance of panic shot through her and she looked up, “Where’s-“
                “Don’t panic child, the children are safe,” Minerva said mistaking her concern. She shook her head.
                “Severus?” Hermione said as she was steered towards the stairs.
                “Is upstairs.” Hermione missed the amused look on the older woman’s face as she was too busy scampering up the stairs. As soon as she entered the corridor, she was surrounded by her wards. They eagerly asked her questions that she couldn’t even begin to answer and she shook her head.
                “Please, let me have some room!” she begged as they surged forwards. “I can’t answer you, I don’t know.” The children parted and allowed her to walk through to what had been their study. She sank down in one of the chairs and someone handed her a cup of hot tea. Sipping it gratefully, she let the liquid slide down her throat and felt it pool in her belly, giving her strength. The house was heaving with people. Noise echoed down the corridors as the collapsed part of the building was made temporarily safe. Her head began to pound once more and she ran a hand over her face. She still hadn’t seen Severus and that was something she wanted to change.
                Unfortunately, Minerva had different ideas. The woman strode into the room and dismissed the children back to their dormitories with crisp words. When they’d scarpered, she began asking all the same questions that she couldn’t answer. She shook her head and brushed her hair back from her face, “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t know what happened, I’m not sure what’s going on either,” she muttered.
                “No, I shouldn’t press you like this, you’ve been through a great deal and the least I can do is let you sleep and get cleaned up.” Minerva said. The woman’s gaze softened and Hermione nodded.
                “A shower would be nice,” she said. Minerva stood and nodded.
                “I’ll take the children back to Hogwarts so you needn’t worry about them for the evening. Go and relax, I shall call on you in the morning.”
                “Thank you.” Hermione said. She remained sat where she was while the woman strode off. For not the first time in her life, Hermione hoped that when she was that age, she was as sprightly. After a moment, she got to her feet and headed back to the room she had begun to call her own.
                The shower was one of the best things she’d ever had. Cleaning her hair and skin of the dust and grime from the cellar helped her wash away the raw emotions of the ordeal. When she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a giant warm towel, she was more than tempted to collapse onto the bed and sleep. Instead, she dried herself, dressed and headed to the kitchen. There was someone she was determined to see more than anything and she was damned if she’s show up at his door without tea.
                A few minutes later, she was opening his door and creeping through with a tray. Looking around the sitting room, she was unable to see her former mentor. Nor did she hear any protests or threats so she did as she had done before; placed the tray on the table and straightened up. “Severus?” she called. There was a rustling on the other side of another door, followed by a shuffling. The door opened and there stood a dishevelled looking Severus.
                Hermione bit her lip and shifted her weight, suddenly unsure of the reception she’d receive. Maybe she should have left this until the morning, maybe she… Stuff that, she strode forward, ignoring her inner voice and threw her arms around him. He went rigid for the barest of moments before relaxing and holding her. For a long moment, she held on to him, not realising that he was dressed only in soft black pyjama bottoms. When he released her, she stepped back and flushed. “I was so worried…” she trailed off when she saw the amused expression on his face, “I brought you tea.”
                “I knew you would.” He made a gesture and she stepped back into the room, allowing him passed her. He took her hand and led her back to the couch before sinking down. “So ask your questions,” he said as he took one of the mugs.
                “What?”
                “Ask your questions, I can see them in your eyes.”
                “The revenant?”
                “Gone, her malice dissipated as soon as she attacked us. Her task is complete,” he said. She picked up the other mug and relaxed against the couch.
                “I’m sorry about the damage,” she whispered. He waved a hand, dismissing the confession.
                “No one was seriously hurt.”
                “How’d you’re head?” She indicated the wound. Once again, he dismissed it as irrelevant. “I was worried when I found you.”
                “Minerva and Moody found me.” Severus replied. “Moody brought me up here while Minerva tended to you.” She raised a brow at the certainty of his words but didn’t bother to correct him. She was sure either Moody or Minerva would tease him enough about how they were found clasping hands, much like they were now.
                “I’m glad you’re ok,” she whispered.
                “The fighting at the school has ceased.” Severus said as he placed his now empty mug aside.
                “What?”
                “Hogwarts is safe to go back to.” The implication of his words hit her as he regarded her coolly with his black eyes. The children could go back, she could go back… Cold flooded her veins at the realisation.
                “You’ll get your house back.”
                “Yes, back to the peace and quiet. No more children making a mess of the lawn, no more cups left in my study and no more bossy know it all’s imposing on my time.” When he spoke, his tone held none of the mockery she’d have expected. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought he wanted the opposite.
                “I’m going to miss you,” she said. As she spoke, she realised the truth of her words. It hit her with a bitter cramp in her chest and she gave a wry smile. Before she knew what he was going, he took the half full mug from her and placed it on the table. His dark eyes found hers and she was stunned by the silent plea in them. Her hand brushed his cheek, grazed by the stubble yet she didn’t mind. His hand cupped her chin and they looked at each other for a long moment. Just as the inactivity expanded into awkwardness, their mouths found each other. Her lips parted the moment they contacted his, her hand pushed into his black hair, his flavour flooded her, his scent swamped over her and he was all she knew.
                None of their previous passion had subsided; he claimed her mouth with as much abandon as she did his. When they parted, their breathing was ragged, drawn in hasty gaps. Her lips tingled with the bruising passion and her cheeks were flushed. “Hermione?” he whispered, his voice shaking. Her eyes roamed his chest. Dark hair smattered his alabaster belly, her eyes followed the trail beneath his pyjamas and his arousal was evident beneath the thin fabric.
                When her eyes met his again, he wore an expression she hadn’t seen before, it took a moment for her to decode it. It was lust. The dark hooded eyes, the slightly tense mouth and the parted lips. It was enough for her. She let her own passion flow and they melted together. His hands explored her contours as she searched his. At some point, they moved from the couch to his room and there, they devoured each other.
                Morning found her still entwined with him. Her legs caught between his and her arms around his naked body. A delicious ache followed her as she rose and she kissed his forehead as his eyes flicked open. “Don’t go,” he whispered as she moved away.
                “I’m going to make tea,” she replied, brushing back hair from his forehead with a gentle hand. He nodded and released her wrist.
It was only as she returned to him that she truly began to think about the implications of what they’d done. Leaving here was going to be more difficult than ever, maybe she didn’t have to go. It was something they could discuss over the drinks they were about to share. There was more than enough room in the house and it was plainly clear that he needed company. As she slid back under the sheets, he took the mug with a grateful nod and drank deeply. “I think we have something to talk about…” he said slowly, turning to look at her.
“Oh?” Hermione asked raising an eyebrow.
“When you first arrived here, I said I didn’t need a housekeeper…” he trailed off and she sipped her tea.
“That’s right.”
“I find I am reassessing that situation.”
She gave him a look of amusement and shook her head, “I’ll not be happy as a housekeeper Severus and I think you know that.”
“Let me finish, I also require a lab assistant and someone to assist with my research. It’s not exciting but I can promise you there are no children and you’ll find the company passable.”
A snigger escaped her and she nodded, “Let me speak to Minerva when she calls later, I’ll need some time to get everything in order.” Severus nodded and kissed her temple with the lightest of brushing.
“I’ll wait,” he whispered. Placing her tea to the side, she caught his hand and gave it a squeeze, surprised to find how amicable their companionship had become. Sighing, she knew that she would be happy in this house, surrounded by the peace and quiet that Hogwarts could never provide.
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