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Chapter 20: Fire In
The Gut

'Tonks?' The voice
croaked and she stopped screaming. Pops all around her indicated the
arrival of the others at her side, and she peered in the dim light at
the figure in the dirt. She could smell blood and suddenly lurched
forward onto her knees, she felt his face, it was Remus.

'Oh thank god. Arthur,
Bill?' They came running, lit wands illuminating the broken man
before them. He had a large gash across his chest and his left leg
was largely severed mid-thigh.

'We have to get him to
St. Mungo's. Right now.' Arthur knelt beside him and grasped Remus
and with a pop disapparated. Bill helped Tonks to her feet, her back
was in a great deal of pain and she suddenly realised she had dropped
her wand when she fell.

'Bill? My wand?' She
said, an edge of panic in her voice.

'Accio wand.' Moody
growled from over her shoulder, a light whooshing sound came from
behind her and her wand went flying from the undergrowth half way up
the ditch and into the old Auror's hand. 'Here you go.' He limped
forward and handed it to the young witch. She nodded in thanks and
clung to Bill to keep her balance.

'Let's go. You should get
checked out yourself.' Bill said, giving her a small squeeze. The
three of them apparated after Arthur and Remus, arriving in the lobby
of the London hospital.

~#~#~#~

Severus raced to
Dumbledore's office, glove in hand, his long black robes billowing
out behind him. He found the old man alone, poring over maps and
parchments.

'Severus.' He said,
calmly, without looking up. 'What news do you have for me?' Severus
dropped the glove onto the desk and Dumbledore finally looked up.

'It has his blood on it.
I'm ready to finish the potion. May I give Miss Granger permission to
be absent from her classes today? I know she would be furious were I
to finish this without her.' Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and gave a
curt nod. Severus snatched up the glove again. 'They move tonight,
Albus.' The old man's eyes widened and fixed on his own.

'I see.' He stood and
walked to the window, gazing down over the grounds. 'Remus has been
found, Severus.' A shiver went down his spine, part relief, part fury
at the fool for getting himself into trouble and fear of how badly
wounded he might be. They shared a common dislike of each other, for
sure. And there was a time when Severus would gladly have seen the
abomination cook, but so much had happened now and their relationship
was such that Severus would mourn the werewolf's death as much as
anyone. Though he would keep such feelings strictly to himself.

'And?' He asked, wanting
an explanation of how Remus came to be attacked.

'It was Fenrir Greyback.
Remus came upon his lair while following up a lead. Goodness knows
what he was doing out on a full moon.' Severus snorted. It would not
surprise him if the fool had followed reckless orders from Dumbledore
himself. 'He was found and taken to St. Mungo's, he seemed to think
that something big were about to happen.'

'Did Greyback get away?
He will surely warn the Dark Lord.' Dumbledore shook his head and
turned back to face Severus across the desk.

'No, Remus took him down.
We appear to have the upper hand.' He smiled, he actually smiled.
Severus nodded curtly, snatched the glove off the desk and left the
office, sickness coursing through him. It was barely 8.30, so he took
off for the Great Hall to see if Hermione was there having breakfast.
He swept through the entrance hall and stopped at the huge doors into
the Great Hall, his eyes settling on the spot he knew she would be
sitting. She was staring at a bowl, almost visibly trembling. He
repressed a smile and stalked over to her, approaching her from
behind. His shadow fell over the table and a few faces around her
looked up at him. Hers was the last and when her big brown eyes
locked onto his her face immediately contorted as she fought to hide
her overwhelming joy at seeing him well.

'Miss Granger. I require
your assistance today. You are excused from your lessons. Meet me in
the laboratory after you have finished your breakfast.' He turned and
left without another word.

Hermione's grin was
evident as she tucked into her muesli, her appetite suddenly
returning. Harry and Ron watched her eat with enthusiasm, themselves
exhausted and frustrated to know what was going on. Harry had
hurriedly told Hermione of his dream and what had taken place in
Dumbledore's office, it didn't exactly reassure her and she had sat
staring at her breakfast too sick to eat.

'I'm sure Remus is fine,
Harry.' She said through mouthfuls, seeing Harry's distraught face.
'If I can I'll find out today, I'm sure... Snape will know.' She
always had to struggle to call him that with her friends, she thought
of him so firmly as Severus these days. Harry didn't seem reassured.
She reached out and placed her hand on his over the table. 'Harry.
He's fine.' She said firmly, not wanting him to worry any more.

Some twenty minutes later
she was knocking on the door to the lab.

'Enter.' Severus called
from inside and she went in, casting nervous glances around. She
found Severus stood at the workbench, his wand drawn and an empty
vial in his hand. He looked up and immediately dropped everything, at
her side in three long strides. He took her in his arms and held her
and Hermione's heart leapt into her throat. She squeezed him tight,
feeling his heart pounding just as hard as her own.

'I'm so glad you're
alright.' She breathed against his chest. 'Remus? Is he...?'

'He's alive. He's at St.
Mungo's. I don't know anything else. Hermione, it's nearly all over.'
He was almost shaking and she pulled back, unsure of his meaning. 'I
got the blood, Hermione, tonight we finish this. Tonight we make our
move against him.'

'Wait. Tonight? Why so
fast?' She was frightened again, his voice sounded so strange.

'We don't have time. He
is planning to strike tonight, we have to strike first.' He moved
back to the bench and picked up his wand and the vial again. Hermione
moved closer, looking at the limp, black glove. She watched as
Severus touched his wand to the bloodstain and drew the tip away
slowly, a fine string of almost black, red fluid came away and he
directed it into the vial. Slowly he siphoned off the blood from his
glove and stoppered the vial. 'Now.' He looked up and smiled at her.
'Now we need to brew the potion fresh, this time we add the crucial
ingredient.'

Some hours later,
Hermione felt exhausted and apprehensive, her mind reeling with
paranoid fears. At the same time, hope sparked inside her that soon
the wizarding world would be free of the greatest terror to have ever
plagued it and Severus would no longer have to spend his life torn in
two as he lied to and coerced those he had to spy on. She selfishly
thought how wonderful it was going to be to have him all to herself
and wondered if his teaching style would be affected once he no
longer had to maintain his cover as a man of dark intentions.

They exchanged nervous
glances over the work bench as Severus bottled the brew, before
turning and locking it in his desk draw. Hermione followed him to the
desk and leaned against his back, pressing her palms to his lean
shoulders. He turned slowly and wrapped his arms around her, her head
tucked under his chin. She held him tightly, her mind racing with all
manner of fears and hopes and he gripped her equally hard.

She lifted her chin and
their eyes locked, wordlessly sharing their fears. Hermione opened
her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a sound, Severus
planted his lips on hers, drawing her into a desperate and passionate
kiss. His hands gripped her face and she pressed her body to his,
grasping his back with her hands. Severus took a step forward,
forcing her to take one back and she rammed into the desk and it
squeaked as it moved an inch across the stone floor. Gasping for
breath, Hermione took hold of his shoulders as he hoisted her up onto
the desk and nudged her knees apart, still kissing her furiously and
tugging at her hair.

Hermione's heart pounded
in her chest. They had never done more than steal kisses in the
storeroom outside of Severus's private rooms, but right now she
wanted him to take her right there on the desk, risk of being caught
be damned. Quite to her surprise, the thought of getting caught was
causing quite a surge of heat inside her and she deepened her kisses
while quickly undoing the buttons on his tunic. In turn, Severus ran
his hands under her robes, tugging them off her shoulders and letting
them pool around her on the desk.

Hastily, they fumbled
with each others clothing until the relevant garments were discarded
or undone, Severus grabbed Hermione's hair and tilted her head back
to ravish her neck, nipping the delicate skin and she allowed a moan
to escape her lips. Her shirt was undone and he took hold of one
breast, thumbing the nipple through the lace of her bra. He kicked
his robes away from his feet and pressed closer to Hermione, between
her parted legs, his erection straining at the cotton of his boxer
shorts. His fingers clawed at the flesh of her thighs, pushing her
skirt up. He could feel her eagerness, her heat, it was coursing
through her muscles that clenched at him and in the goosebumps on her
hot skin against his and it fuelled him on further. His fingers
pushed her skirt up and he pressed his length against her wet core
briefly before she was pulling his boxer shorts down over his hips
and he captured her lips again as he entered her.

Hermione groaned into his
mouth as he slid into her and she eagerly wrapped her legs around his
hips, crossing her ankles behind him. As Severus thrust vigorously,
Hermione felt herself being shifted back and forth on the desk, the
wood warming underneath her with the friction of their forceful
coupling. There was something so primal about this occasion, Hermione
felt more desperate to be with him than she had ever felt before and
feel of him in her made want to explode with passion. Acknowledging
that to herself only brought her closer to climax as Severus drove
into her, building in pace and breathing hard on her neck as he
kissed and nipped at her.

Hermione's fingers clung
to his hair and her lips brushed roughly against his cheek and her
teeth tugged at his ear, she felt her body shudder as she came and a
moment later he followed, releasing with a slight growl. Severus
dropped his forehead onto her shoulder and caught his breath,
Hermione's hand slithered down his back and came to rest on the desk
either side of her and her legs dropped to his sides. Slowly he
pulled out of her and lazily flicked his wand to clean them both up.

'Severus?' She felt
exhausted, satisfied and moved by the passion they had shared but she
began to worry as she sobered.

'Hermione?' He responded
slowly as he began redressing. His eyes cast downward and away from
her own searching ones. She reached out and gently took hold of his
wrist, dragging his eyes to meet hers.

'I love you so much.' He
smiled that sad smile she was so used to now.

'I know.'

'About tonight, I will be
there. You do realise that? Don't you?' She paused, watching his face
twitch. He evidently had considered the possibility and was clearly
unhappy about it. 'Face it, I wouldn't be me if I weren't intending
to fight beside Harry. And you.' He smiled that lopsided smile again
and she returned it. 'And I know you love me just the way I am.' He
didn't protest, he simply caressed her hand, the one that was still
holding his other wrist. 'Tomorrow we will be free. Tomorrow our
lives will change so much and we'll have to be there for each other.'
She tried to keep smiling, but her bottom lip trembled. She knew she
only half believed it.

Severus took her hands in
his and looked into her eyes, they were swimming with tears that
threatened to spill. He listened to the uncertainty in her voice and
sighed. She was afraid that people would be lost, and she was right
to be afraid. He had spent many years contemplating this night and
had long ago resigned himself to the distinct possibility that he
would not survive once his true colours were known. Now he had
something for himself to fight for, to live for and for the first
time in a long while he felt fear of death.

'You will need to bring
Harry to Dumbledore's office. He needs to know the plan. Everyone
does. I believe he has convened a meeting with the rest of the Order
today, to go over the details. I suppose that Weasley will have to be
brought along too.' He grimaced at the last and Hermione giggled.
Severus felt as though a light shone from her onto him as her
trembling laughter rang through his dungeon laboratory. She was
right, everything was about to change and for the first time in his
life he felt hope.

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