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Nothing But a Kiss COMPLETE	By : Snapes_Slave Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12647 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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5 Years Later

"Hey, Green? You coming out to the bar tonight? We're all going"
"Nah, Hunt. Fuck you. You know I don't do stuff. I do the best I can to avoid people. I thought everyone knew I was anti-social as fuck!" Hunt laughed and rolled his eyes. "I'll be at home, hanging out with my kid, then drinking a glass, or bottle, of wine after bedtime and reading my smut. You guys know me better than to ask." Green teased.
"Alright. Just thought I'd try. Well, if you change your mind..."
"You'll all be at Fired Up. I know. If I manage to lose what is left of my mind, I'll let you know. Ok, guys. Guard mount. Let's go!"
She stood outside the armory, watching everyone file down the hall to the guard mount room, some trailing behind, checking to make sure they had all their gear, M4's and shotguns across their chests and pistol's on their hips. Hermione was tired of this. Tired of living the life of Hollie Green from somewhere in Michigan, waking up at 2 am every morning and putting on the digital blue patterned uniform of a different country. Tired of putting on the face of a stranger and carefully pulling her curly hair into a suitable bun. Every day of the past 5 years had been a lie. The days she had off were always spent doing things she would rather not be doing, other than spending time with her daughter, she had no happiness left in her life, and going out for a few drinks wasn't going to help.
Being Hollie Green had its moments of being fun, but she couldn't do it anymore. It was nice to be ble to cuss in whatever creative ways she could think of and really speak her mind about things, but it wasn't her. It wasn't Hermione. Waking up to her empty house, without her friends, with not even a tiny piece of the life she had lived before was exhausting. In the beginning it had been bliss. No reminders of the war, of destruction and death at every corner. But it also held no comfort, no friendship and no family.
It had been a long 5 years. She wished she would hear from home. So far, all she received was a letter from Molly Weasley at Christmas and Easter. It was about the same every year. The family was good, they missed her, people were getting married and having babies. Their lives were moving forward, while hers... her life began a new timeline. She never got word from home. What had happened to everyone? Did they know why she left? Did they know where she was? What she was doing? It was only supposed to be a few months, but Hermione should have known better. The Ministry never had things together. It had taken her one year, a whole 12 months, to catch the remaining Death Eaters. She remembered feeling a great sense of relief for the job to be done. She could go back now, see her friends, be at home and at peace, right? Of course not. There was always more to do.
The day she had finished her mission, Kingsley had visited.
4 Years Ago
"Hermione, you've done incredible things for us. After all the work you did during the war, I wasn't sure we would be able to find someone who could finish tying the loose ends, but you have never failed to surprise me."
"I appreciate that, but I'm ready to go home now. I've taken the time I needed and I think I need to go back. There's nothing else here. Hollie Green can disappear. It should be simple enough. When do I go back?" She asked.
"Well, the thing is, we've found some things that we need to look into. There have been whispers of someone trying to take up The Dark Lord's work and... well, finish what he started." He gulped. He pushed down the wave of rising guilt. "You already have the perfect cover, you're trained, we can send you anywhere we need to and I know you can get the job done. Hermione, will you do this? For me?"

She should have know. But what a dirty trick to play. Playing to a Gryffindor's sense of guilt was so cruel. She had gotten new 'orders' and went to Virginia, to be closer to where they had heard people were trying to create an uprising. She worked a full time job protecting people as a Master at Arms for the US Navy, and on any time she had off, she was driving to Washington D.C. and hunting people down. In total, over the 5 years she had been working as a spy for the Ministry, she had captured 7, and killed 18. None were innocents. None were civilians. They were all guilty, bad people who had deserved what had happened to them. It was easy to move past them and get over them. The one she couldn't get over and move past was someone who was never supposed to be a part of the story in the first place. A muggle that she could never get out of her mind, because he was the one who had left her pregnant.
Hermione shook her head to clear the dark thoughts that were trying to take over. Right, guard mount, then out to her zone for the night. She was on the perimeter. Should be a very calm evening with very little to do, which was good because things were about to change drastically.

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She sat in her patrol car, her phone sitting on the top of the steering wheel so she could read as a reference, as she held a large book opened on her lap and scribbled notes carefully on a parchment. Things were quiet. There were no calls for service that night, no one needed her for anything. Her zone checks were long ago completed and now the night was hers until she was needed for something. Hopefully I can finish these last few pages so I can send in my final dissertation to the Salem Academy. This was her last assignment before she would be given her master of Arithmancy from the Salem Academy of Magic. It didn't matter if Hermione was doing other work, she would always be committed to learning and she had been determined from day one to have something to fall back on if she was ever able to return to England. Her first year away had been spent securing her Charms Mastery, her second and third years were spent doing book work and apprenticing, whenever she was able, to secure her Mastery of Potions. Arithmancy was her last subject to accomplish. It could never be said that Hermione Granger wouldn't work hard.
She stopped after finishing a sentence and looked over what she had just written when suddenly behind her, she was startled by a very loud POP! Hermione turned in her seat, gun drawn and pointed to the back of her car. She opened her mouth to give tasked directions like her training had taught her when a familiar voice stopped her heart momentarily.
"And just what are you planning to do with that, Miss Granger?" The silky smooth tones of his voice hadn't changed. In all the time they had been apart, she had never forgotten his voice. She dropped her aim and stared at him, mouth open, tears in her eyes.
"Severus?"
"Yes, Miss Granger. Fancy meeting you here," He joked with a raise of his eyebrow. Hermione jumped into the back seat and threw her arms around his neck, clinging on for dear life and letting the tears flow. His arms wrapped around her trying to soothe her, which was made much more difficult by the bullet proof vest she was wearing.

A/N
I know, kinda short, lots of information, but napptime is only so long and I needed to get the story moving. What do you think so far?
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