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Unleashed - Book 1	By : loola Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Unleashed
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author�s Note: Thanks for the encouraging reviews!

Severus Snape opened his eyes warily, blinking rapidly at the bright light flooding the room in which he was sleeping. He quickly tried to raise an arm to toss over his eyes to shield himself from the sunshine permeating the thin curtains at the window to pierce the room with astoundingly dazzling light, only to realize that something was effectively stopping him from being able to move.
He looked over in sleepy confusion and saw through slumber-blurred vision that a young woman with thick, tousled, chestnut hair was the cause of his inability to move. Her shoulders were moving up and down at a slow, steady pace, which led Severus to undoubtedly believe that she was still fast asleep.
It was clear that during the night, both he and Hermione had rolled into the middle of the bed, and Severus groaned as he realized how closely they were pressed up against each other. She was curled into his side, her head resting on his outstretched arm. Her left hand was lying on his chest and his right arm was lying across his own stomach, the hand on the end of his arm loosely holding her waist. He removed his hand as though scorched.
Her face was mere inches away from his, and Severus honestly couldn�t see a way out of the bed without waking her, which for some reason, he was loathe to do. He supposed it was probably due to the fact that an awake Miss Granger meant an annoyingly inquisitive Miss Granger, but a small part of him protested at that train of thought.
�It�s more than that and you know it,� he thought without meaning to. Yesterday she had seemed so out of sorts, especially when they were driving through Naples, that a strange fragment of his mind that he tried to quell had wanted to comfort her in some way. Mind you, it was probably just a reaction to the poverty and dirt she had no doubt noticed in Naples � although he had experienced such conditions many times, he remembered his own disgust when he had been little more than a young boy and he had come across such abject poverty for the first time.
�Oh, yes,� he thought grimly, frowning up at the ceiling. He had seen more poverty and deprivation than she ever would, he suspected. Shaking himself out of his morbid thoughts, Severus flicked his gaze to the clock on the wall opposite him, and, realizing that he could feasibly sleep for another few hours, he closed his eyes. Despite the intense light bathing the room, Severus was asleep again within minutes.
***
�Mm.� Hermione exhaled, a vague smile spreading across her face as she awoke and stretched languidly in bed. Sunlight was pouring through her window � it was going to be a beautiful day. And then she rolled over and found herself almost on top of a sleeping Severus Snape.
Her bubble burst upon the imminent contact with him and her smile faded as she remembered that she wasn�t happily at home in her flat in London (which she rarely inhabited now anyway), but in Italy, sharing a bed with her ex-Professor.
She quickly pulled away from him, but couldn�t help watching his face for a few short moments. In slumber, he looked so different to his normal, sarcastic self. He was snoring softly and grunted as Hermione pulled away from his body, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at their situation. Whilst she had always assumed that she would never be able to even contemplate sleeping in the same room as someone who snored, confused awkwardness soared through Hermione as she realised she didn�t find Snape�s sleeping noises in the least bit offensive. Indeed, she couldn�t help but notice once again how much more relaxed he looked in slumber, and his faint snores seemed to rupture the otherwise silent room in an almost comforting manner. About to crawl out of bed, she paused momentarily as he made a rumbling sound in his chest and shifted in his sleep, struck with a sudden fear that he might wake up. She couldn�t deal with facing him at the moment � she needed to get her head sorted first. Everything was just too bewildering, not least the way she felt about him.
But luckily he just scratched his belly in a movement that was somehow completely masculine, and then rolled over in the bed onto his stomach, shoving one hand under his pillow and tucking his face into the material, his hair obscuring her view of his face.
Hermione crept silently out of bed and pulled the sheet back over his body from where it had got tucked around his waist, trapping him. She then went straight to the wardrobe and pulled out her bikini and a towel.
She tiptoed into the bathroom and quickly pulled on the bikini. She then wrapped the towel around herself and pulled her unruly hair up into a messy bun before she left the room.
Checking that Severus was still asleep, she slid her feet into her sandals and fled the room, keen to take a dip in the inviting-looking swimming pool, leaving her nightclothes in a pile next to the wardrobe, embarrassment still staining her cheeks pink.
Hermione walked quickly through the hotel to get downstairs and outside to the pool, avoiding the eyes of all the other guests who she passed. Confusion was rife in her mind as she struggled to come to terms with the strange situation she found herself plunged into.
Finally reaching the outdoor swimming pool, the sun felt hard and heavy on her skin as she dropped her towel, leaving it in a pile on a sun bed. She slid swiftly into the water, allowing its cool stillness to ease her. Relaxing slightly for the first time since she had met Severus Snape on the aeroplane yesterday, Hermione swam a few quick lengths, the water lapping soothingly around her chin.
The outside of the hotel was almost completely still - it was still fairly early in the morning and the only people around were a waiter from the dining room clearing tables in the patio area opposite and an old man sat on the steps leading up to the hotel entrance, sipping a from mug of coffee and reading his morning paper.
Hermione was glad that Dumbledore had chosen this small, quiet hotel for them to stay at � if she had to remain here with Severus Snape, at least she could try to enjoy the pool and bar. She also intended to try and see a bit of the town if she got the chance. And she had always wanted to visit Capri, ever since she had been a young child � she had just never envisaged herself going there with her sullen ex-Professor.
Not wanting to dwell on him any longer, as it only producing mixed, perplexing emotions, Hermione kicked back from the side of the pool and floated about in the water, closing her eyes and allowing the sound of birds singing in the tress above her and the warmth of the sun on her face to lull her into peacefulness.
***
Back up in the hotel room, Severus awoke, finding himself sprawled out across the middle of the bed on his back. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Exhaling crossly, Severus sat up and looked around the room, spotting her nightclothes on the floor by the large wardrobe.
Feeling hot and fidgety, he flung the covers off himself and got out of bed, heading over to the windows and out onto the balcony, rubbing his face and pulling off his t-shirt as he did. He dropped it thoughtlessly on the floor as he passed the bed. Once outside, he slumped down into one of the uncomfortable, white plastic chairs that had been set out on the small balcony and looked down, watching as small figures wandered down the road that must lead to the town, and wondering where the hell Hermione had gone to. He could do without having to constantly look out for her.
Peering through the balcony railings, he exhaled in irritation as he saw Hermione swimming in the pool below him. Trust her to be so ridiculously active in the morning. He scratched his tummy absentmindedly and got up from his chair. He was hungry - he would get dressed and tell Hermione to do the same.
Before he got up though, he couldn�t help but notice that she was wearing � well, hardly anything. She was wearing one of those ridiculous Muggle contraptions called a �bikini�. It was revealing to say the least, and despite the water obscuring his view, he could see that the scraps of material barely hid her undeniably womanly-looking assets.
�Merlin!� he couldn�t help thinking. �Those things shouldn�t be allowed.�
Mentally shaking his head, Severus pushed himself up from his seat and strode back in the relative shade of the hotel room.
***
Ten minutes later, Severus was fully dressed in long dark shorts and a black t-shirt, sunglasses once again resting on the bridge of his nose. He walked confidently out to the pool area, his strides long, not willing to wait any longer for this chit of a girl to have his breakfast.
Hermione looked up in surprise as his shadow fell over the water where she was swimming. He stood there staring at her for a long moment, and, instead of the feelings of peace she had been experiencing until his arrival, Hermione felt hatred and contempt spewing up inside of her.
�Miss Granger,� he said so quietly she could barely hear him. �I realize that as a young woman, you probably have more pressing matters on your mind than the death of a likely innocent man, but may I remind you that this is not a holiday. We have work to do and I would appreciate it if you would kindly get dressed and meet me in the dining room for breakfast. I do not like to be kept waiting, Miss Granger.�
And with that he turned sharply on his heel, and walked abruptly up the stairs and back into the hotel.
Standing in the pool with the water level coming up to her hips, Hermione wanted to scream and splash at the water around her. How dare he speak to her like that? As if she were little more than a child! And he had the cheek to insinuate that she didn�t care about innocent people dying when she�
She splashed angrily out of the pool and grabbed up her towel, ignoring the pain and remorse that was welling up inside of her. She wrapped the towel around her body and almost ran up to their room, determined that she would ignore that idiotic man for the rest of the trip.
When she arrived at the dining room at few minutes later, wearing long denim shorts and a white vest top, Severus was already eating breakfast, not having bothered to wait for her after his little poolside performance. She sat silently down opposite him at their table and didn�t acknowledge him when he looked up at her from buttering his toast. She simply picked up her bowl and filled it with cereal before pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
�Miss Granger,� he hissed. She pointedly ignored him and took a sip of her juice, concentrating determinedly on the tablecloth.
�Miss Granger,� he said, a little louder this time, annoyance evident in his tone. Again she ignored him and reached over for the jug of milk for her cereal. As she did so however, his own hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in a tight, almost painful grip. She looked up at him in shock as his fingertips dug into her skin.
�Do you find it amusing, Miss Granger,� he said very softly, his eyes flashing dangerously, �to ignore me?�
She met his eyes defiantly, and he stared back at her, his black eyes expressing no emotion other than intense dislike.
�Kindly remove yourself from my person, Professor,� she said as calmly as she could. �People are looking.�

Severus� head whipped around. It was true; the people at the tables nearest them were looking at them as though scandalised and the waiters were talking quietly amongst themselves again, glancing over every so often.
He let go of her slowly, and she snatched her hand back across the table into her lap, glaring boldly at him as she did so. Severus narrowed his eyes at her in return but looked back at his breakfast, taking a bite of toast, which tasted decidedly bitter to him as he chewed slowly.
When the waiter came over a few minutes later to offer the pair a cup of coffee, Severus scowled at him but jerked his head in agreement. He drank the coffee quickly whilst Hermione refused a cup with a shy smile. That shy little smile annoyed him more than anything else that morning. Who the hell did she think she was to flirt with the waiter like that? He had half a mind to call her the little tramp she was. Standing up sharply, he started walking up the stairs that led up to the Reception Area, throwing a brusque,
�Come on,� over his shoulder to Hermione.
Deciding that there was no way she was going to answer to his every whim, Hermione finished eating her breakfast deliberately slowly, thanked the waiter and then walked up to the Reception, where Severus was stood leaning against the door frame, smoking a cigarette.
As she approached him, he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and grabbed her arm, before dragging her forcefully her down the flight of stairs that led outside.
�What the hell have you been doing?� he hissed angrily and Hermione turned to him, annoyance unmistakable on her normally placid face.
�I have been enjoying my breakfast, Professor,� she stated in as sweet a voice as she could manage. She felt as though her anger at this man was throttling her, and she had to bite back the insults that wanted to come flowing out of her mouth. �It�s a shame that you didn�t have the patience to do the same.� And with that she reached up and yanked the cigarette out of his mouth, leaving him with a vaguely surprised expression on his face.
�You�re killing yourself,� she muttered angrily. �And I refuse to be seen with a smoker.�
Instead of dropping the cigarette on the ground and putting it out with her heel, as he would have done, Hermione walked over to a bin nearby, stubbed out the cigarette on the side of the bin and dropped it in.
She then strode off down the path that led into the town, leaving Severus to follow. He quickly caught up with her, hating the thought of appearing as if he was obediently following his �wife�. He was sorely tempted to light another cigarette just to aggravate her.
They walked quickly into the town and Hermione couldn�t help but pause and look around herself in wonder � all the buildings here were so gorgeous, and the sky was a beautiful, awe-inspiring blue.
�Come on,� Severus murmured gruffly and held out his hand to her.
Hermione just looked at him, not sure she quite believed what he appeared to be suggesting.
�Miss Granger,� he hissed through gritted teeth, fed up with her already. �Take my hand.�
�As if I would hold your hand, you chauvinistic bastard!�
�Take my hand, Miss Granger! We are �married� after all!� He was almost shouting at her in the street now, unable to conceal his exasperation and anger at this infuriating girl any longer. He wanted to be back at Hogwarts, enjoying some Potions research � the last thing he wanted was to be stuck in Italy in this unbearably sweltering heat with her.
�No!� Hermione yelled, and before Severus could do anything to stop her, she had darted off amongst the crowds of people and disappeared from his view.
�Fine!� he shouted at her back, and, turning on his heel, stormed off towards a caf� that was across the road. There were people all around shooting him curious glances, and he wanted to scream. Just great � one day into the mission, and her childish behaviour might have already given them away. After dodging the mass of traffic on the busy road, he slumped down into a seat at one of the tables outside the caf� and waited, fuming, for Hermione to reappear.
�Whisky. Un doppio,� he ordered when the waiter came over to his table. When his drink arrived he slugged it down in one go and immediately felt a bit better. Pulling his box of cigarettes out of his pocket, he lit one and then, moments later, another, allowing the smoky flavour to soothe him.
***
Hermione wandered slowly through the town, still angry with that bloody man. She calmed down a little, however, as she immersed herself in the typical small-town Italian architecture of the place � everything was so stunning � she felt as though she could stay here forever.
All around her, market traders were shouting their wares, and Hermione happily wandered about, not sparing a thought for precisely where she was going. All she cared about was getting away from that awful man. She strolled happily through the busy market place, admiring the deliciously fresh fruit and vegetables that were for sale, and stopping momentarily to stroke a some rabbits who were for sale at one stall. She didn�t know how far she had been walking when she stopped suddenly, the intense beauty of one building overwhelming her.
As she looked upon it, her vision narrowed until it was all she could see, and the sounds of everyday life around her began to fade out slowly. The gothic architecture of the building was stunning � it was hugely tall, and covered with intricate carvings and arches, gargoyles hanging perilously from every crevice and corner. But the thing that struck Hermione most of all was the fresco that had been painted all over the front of the building � it depicted the Virgin Mary holding a baby Jesus, and then moved into images of the Romans crucifying Jesus. Their faces were harsh, pointed, evil and in stark contrast to the loving beauty and innocence of the Virgin and her son on the other side of the fresco.
Across the top of the weather-beaten fresco, Hermione could decipher the words � �l'amore attrae l'avversione, ma l'avversione attrae l'avversione�. Wondering exactly what it meant, but suspecting it had something to do with love � l�amore - Hermione stood, her back to the rest of the world, and gazed up at the striking building, completely entranced by it.
***
Shit.
This wasn�t good. Where the hell was she? All Severus� experience with women � his mother, sister, previous lovers � had led him to believe that Hermione would storm off to vent her anger for twenty minutes or so, but after that she would be back by his side, begging his forgiveness and buying him drinks and cigarettes to apologise for her abominable behaviour.
But no. Wretched little Miss Granger always had to be different didn�t she? Proving that he would not, for as long as he lived, ever understand women and their ridiculous ways. Checking his watch again, Severus realized that she had been missing for nearly an hour now.
Not wanting to wait any longer for her, Severus got to his feet a little unsteadily (he had managed to consume three double whiskeys) and threw some Euros down onto the table for the waiter to collect.
Glad he could hold his liquor reasonably well, Severus walked quickly through the maze of tables on the patio area of the caf� and into the crowds of people milling around, only stumbling now and again. He walked across the main square, narrowly avoiding mopeds and buses and into a side street which held a sign pronouncing that it led down to the market square. Deciding this was the most likely place for Hermione to have gone � buying things was all most women seemed to think about � he strode off down the alley.
Once in the alley, Severus sighed slightly in relief; the houses were packed so closely together here that he could barely see any sky above him, which meant that it was blissfully cool compared to the overbearing heat of the town square.
He covered the ground quickly, wondering exactly why Hermione had reacted so ridiculously. It was just a hand for Merlin�s sake � what was so offensive about that? Still, she had clearly taken offence for some reason and had had the cheek to call him a chauvinist! When all he was trying to do was look out for that slip of girl! He had just got it thrown back in his face. After all, Albus had told him to make sure they kept up the fa�ade of man and wife at all times. That girl was just ridiculous.
Emerging from the dark alley into the full light of the morning sun in the market square, Severus winced and slid his sunglasses back onto his nose. He glanced quickly around the market stalls, but so far there was no sign whatsoever of Hermione. Cursing Albus for putting him in this maddening situation, he walked quickly off around the square, checking it more thoroughly this time.
He had almost directly said, �no� when Albus had told him he was to accompany Miss Granger to Italy to investigate the death of a man who Albus suspected had been a wizard. Albus felt that it was important to ascertain if this death had been at the hands of Death Eaters � if it had, he and the Italian Minister for Magic would need to approach the Italian Prime Minister to get him on board.
Severus had only agreed because of a rather repulsive sense of duty. Almost a year ago to the day, Draco Malfoy, a new recruit to the Death Eaters, had discovered Severus divulging Voldemort�s latest secrets to Albus.
Albus had reacted swiftly � he had put Severus immediately into hiding in a flat in Muggle London, where he had had to stay for nearly five months until Albus decided that it was safe enough for Severus to begin some more missions for the Order.
Indeed, Albus had been receiving reports from another spy in Voldemort�s ranks (he wouldn�t tell anyone who it was) that Voldemort had all but forgotten about Severus � he had more important things to worry about now that the Order of the Phoenix was getting stronger by the day. But anyway, Albus had protected him when (he couldn�t deny it) he needed someone�s help. And this was how he had to repay Albus � escorting poor little Miss Granger, because she likely couldn�t cope on her own.
�She needs a guiding hand, Severus,� Albus had told him the night before they had left for Italy. �Someone she respects, someone she looks up to.�
Severus sighed in annoyance. He just had to be that someone, didn�t he? It was just his luck.
He crinkled up his eyes in distaste. He was sweating profusely in the heat and Hermione was nowhere to be seen. And then, suddenly, he saw a mane of chestnut hair reflecting the sunlight, and a woman wearing a white top and long shorts. He walked quickly over to where Hermione was standing in front of a rather magnificent building and put a hand on her shoulder.
Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin as he touched her and she spun round, her hand immediately reaching to her shorts pocket, where he suspected her wand was currently residing.
To stop her from drawing her wand in public � Muggle public, no less � Severus spoke quickly to her.
�It�s only me, Miss Granger.�
She visibly relaxed and Severus almost forgot his previous anger towards her. She was barely an adult, after all. He should give her a little leeway.
His anger returned with a vengeance however, as her face crinkled up into dislike as she obviously recalled what had happened between them.
�Come on, we had better get to Capri,� he ordered and walked off. When he turned back, he was surprised to see that she was actually following him, despite throwing glances over her shoulder at the building she had been stood in front of. He frowned slightly at it. He couldn�t see what was so interesting about it. There was a rather impressive fresco on the front of the building depicting some religious scene, but as Severus was an atheist, it meant very little to him.
The reluctant couple made their way back through the hoards of morning shoppers to the town square, where Severus led Hermione over to the bus stop.
�We�ll get the bus down to the harbour, shall we?� he asked almost courteously, but Hermione knew it wasn�t really a question � just another order in disguise. �We can get a boat to Capri from there.�
She followed him, however, because it was easier than refusing, her mind still pondering over the strange fresco on the wall of that beautiful building.
When the bus arrived, Hermione was still in a world of her own, unaware that Severus had been watching her face for the last few minutes. She looked thoughtful and slightly confused, as if she were thinking on some great mystery. When she didn�t move to get on the bus, Severus grasped her wrist and tugged gently, and she looked up in confusion before realizing that it was only he and following him onto the crowded bus.
The bus looked as though it was already carrying more people than it should, and Hermione and Severus had to stand extremely close to each other to even fit on it. As they stood together, Hermione clinging on for dear life to the bar by her side as the bus hurtled round sharp corners, she couldn�t help but notice how intimately close she was to Severus � just like that morning in the bed.
She blushed as she noticed something she hadn�t wanted to think about this morning � Severus� body was warm and hard against the softness of her own body and the feeling wasn�t unpleasant.
�Far from it,� she thought and a bright flush fled over her cheeks and down her chest.
Severus looked down at her curiously, wondering what she was thinking about that had made her redden so strongly all of a sudden. He supposed it was just a natural reaction to being pressed up close to someone who one didn�t know very well, especially when that person happened to be an ex-Professor.
He couldn�t help noticing as he looked down at her that his suspicions on the plane had been entirely correct � this was definitely a body he would like to see and feel more of.
Severus berated himself as soon as he thought that � she was his ex-pupil and nearly twenty years younger than him. And besides, he had neither the time nor the inclination for lovers in his life anymore. Well, that was a lie, he admitted to himself; he certainly had the inclination, but the practicalities of the matter would never work out. He was barely in one place for more than a few days at the moment, and his previous life as a double agent meant that the only person he could have a relationship with � even a sexual one � would be someone who he could trust implicitly. In other words, someone from the Order, and somehow he doubted that any of the female Order members who were even remotely close to his own age would embrace a relationship with him. Not least due to the fact that he had either gone to school with or taught most of them.
Just at that moment, the bus gave a huge jolt as it sped down the road leading to the harbour; it had nearly collided with another bus that was coming up the hill � on the wrong side of the road. As horns bibbed and insults were thrown through the drivers� windows, Hermione felt a hand on her wrist. Expecting it to be Severus trying to steady her (perhaps there was a gentleman lurking in there somewhere) she looked up at him, ready to thank him. But he was staring out of the window they were standing by, his arms resolutely crossed across his chest.
Hermione turned around in surprise, fear niggling slightly at her. As she did so the hand fell away from her wrist, and she saw behind her a short, skinny, deeply tanned man with a sly looking face and a pointed nose leering at her. Hermione looked away quickly, and without realizing, moved slightly closer to Severus, who didn�t notice her movement towards him either.
Fear clutched suddenly at Hermione�s heart as she heard a low growling sound coming from behind her, like the noise a dog makes it its throat when it sees a rival dog. But she knew instinctively that the sickening sound was coming from the man. Then she felt a hand on her arm again, but this time there were nails scratching along her skin, making her shiver in horror.
The growling got louder and Hermione realized that it was coming from the man�s throat. She ripped her hand away from him and, without thinking, placed it on Severus� chest, making a scared sound in her throat and turning fully into Severus� body as she did so.
Severus realized at that moment what was going on.
�Permesso lei da solo!� he snarled, and despite the people pressed up against them from all angles, he managed to manoeuvre them around so that his back was to the man, his body between him and Hermione.
Hermione sobbed in relief and buried her face in Severus� chest, unbelievably glad that he was with her � she didn�t know what she would have done if she had been alone. She shivered � she could still feel the disgusting man�s nails scraping along her skin.
Sensing her unease and total discomfort, Severus allowed himself to slip an arm around her waist. As he did so, she snuggled into him until they were pressed tight against each other. Hermione was so thankful that he was here, holding her. That man had scared her so much � he had moved away through the crowded bus now, but the feel of him stroking her still lingered, and as much as she tried to block it out, she could still hear his growling in her ears. She clutched at the material of Severus� t-shirt with her fingers.
�Are you alright?� Severus asked her, tilting her head up to meet his gaze and speaking to her in the gentlest, softest voice she had ever heard him use. She simply nodded and rested her head back on his chest, not wanting to contemplate what had happened any longer.
Severus allowed her to lean against him. When he had heard the disgusting animalistic growling coming from the man behind Hermione, he had immediately feared it was a Death Eater who had discovered where they were. He had the misfortunate to know more than a few Death Eaters who had cannibalistic tendencies. He had been forced to watch this at first hand at more Dark Revels than he wanted to remember. However, when he looked over Hermione�s shoulder, he had realized it was just a normal man - as normal as a man who has a penchant for growling at and stroking young women until they were scared out of their wits could be.
Feeling her shivering still as the bus pulled into the side of the road by the harbour, Severus reached down and took her hand, slightly surprised when she allowed him to, and led her off the bus. Instead of going over to the harbour, however, Severus walked over to a sheltered and shaded wall nearby and, placing his hands around Hermione�s waist, he lifted her up to sit on it so her eye line was level with his.
She gasped slightly as he did so, amazed that he could lift her with so little effort. She knew she wasn�t exactly the lightest girl around � for the past couple of years she had been eating too much chocolate and not doing nearly enough exercise. She supposed she did it as a reaction to the fact that they might all die at any minute � she might as well enjoy the things she liked while she still could. Severus looked her in the eye and asked her again if she was all right. She nodded.
�I�m OK,� she whispered. �It just scared me. I thought it was a��
�I know,� he replied in that gentle, soft voice. �I did as well. But it wasn�t, I�m sure of it.�
He looked away at that and glanced quickly at his watch before stepping back slightly. It was only then that he realised that he had literally been standing between her spread legs, one hand still on her hip after he had lifted her. He realised with a jolt that without even trying, they probably looked exactly like a married couple on holiday. Holding out a hand, he helped her down off the wall.
�Come on, let�s get on a boat.�

Author�s note: Thanks for the reviews. Rough translations:
�Un doppio� � A double.
�L'amore attrae l'avversione, ma l'avversione attrae l'avversione� - Love attracts hate, but hate attracts hate.
�Permesso lei da solo� � Leave her alone!
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