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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Note/s:
WARNING VERY LONG CHAPTER.
LOTS of flashback. Mostly flashbacks you guys. I've obviously put and designed up spaces so nobody gets confused on which date/time the part of the chapter is.
Off to sleep now as it is alreayd 11.40pm and I do have a major class with my professor by 8am tomorrow.
Please wish me luck?
Thank you for all the readers and reviews.
Pormise to do my best to be back tomorrow or over the weekend and altest post two more chapters.
Hope all is well.
Stay there, we're nearly at the end of the story.

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Twenty Four
Forbidden Rapture

“Mione, I’m sorry!” Ron had said for the nth time as the three of them sat at the very edge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
The three of them were asked to return after dinner that night for detention after that afternoon’s event.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were at the side of the classroom and was waiting for Snape to begin the class like the rest of the students.
Harry was showing Hermione a surprise he had for her when Ron curiously took it out to take a closer look just in time as Snape entered the room.
He saw and heard the three’s chaos at the corner and had quickly put the three of them into detention with a total of ten points each from them.
Harry would not have minded it if Snape did not confiscate the envelope the three of them have been talking about.
Ron had already apologized to Harry who had quickly accepted it but Hermione was a different story.
“That was Harry’s surprise for me-“ Hermione spat back at Ron as she folded her arms facing the wall next to her.
Ron looked helplessly at Harry who only smirked back at him.
“Mione?” Harry gently asked reaching for Hermione’s hand. “Ron did not mean it.”
“Oh come on, Harry!” Hermione said irritably looking back at Ron and giving him dagger-like stares.
“Mione-“ Ron began reaching out for her. “Come on Harry, help me out here-“
“You only want me to help you tonight for tomorrow’s Charm’s quiz!” Hermione angrily said pointing at him.
Ron looked scandalized but he did not say anything against it because half of that was true.
“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I’ll find a way to get those tickets back-“
“Ron, those were special tickets for a book fair that Harry had given me!” Hermione angrily said.
She snatched up her soft copy of a Quibbler from her bag and had hit Ron’s head with it several times.
Harry could only laugh at the both of them.
He appreciated Ron’s apology but even more so, he loved the idea that Hermione was actually really angry because she absolutely loved his surprise gift.
He gently reached out for Hermione’s arm to stop her from murdering Ron completely with the magazine.
“Come, Mione,” Harry gently said taking the magazine from her. “I’ll get you new ones.”
“Well you don’t have to, Harry!” Hermione spat still angry at Ron. “If this idiot here just did not-“
“I’ll get you a new one, I promise. Professor Lupin gave them to me for you. I’m sure there’s another pair we can get-“
“But those were your gift for me and –“
“I’m sorry!” Ron cried out rubbing his head. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry- I would not-“
The three of them quickly fell silent as the door suddenly opened and banged closed again.
Snape looked at the three of them and the smile from Harry’s face vanished and both emotions from Ron and Hermione’s face diminished as well.
Harry quickly placed the Quibbler away while Hermione faced the front and Ron quickly sat straight on the bench the three of them shared.
“I seem to notice that none of you seem to regret the reason why you are even here in the first place?” he looked around the three of them hearing their voices before he entered the room.
None of them spoke.
Snape’s black eyes studied the three of them with such fire in them.
It annoyed him to have to deal with them for the noise they were causing earlier that morning in his class just as he had been stressing over Draco’s attitude lately.
The three of them looked blankly back at him or rather just Ron.
Hermione was staring back at him with no guilt in her eyes as she was still furious for her beloved bookfir tickets have been confiscated and Harry was staring back at him with nothing but hatred.
“We were just talking and the class hasn’t even begun.” Harry reasoned out. “You can put us in detention but can you just return those tickets you’ve confiscated.”
Snape stared at him with a half-amused look over his face.
How he desired the idea that he held something that the boy obviously wanted or was desperate to have back.
“And you think you can still go to that event, Mr. Potter?” he slowly asked.
“Professor, you don’t have to let us go. Just return the tickets.” Hermione’s small voice came. “Please. Harry gave them to me.”
Snape turned to her.
His eyes settled on her and curiosity was reaching him.
The tickets literary mattered to her more than what they were really for.
Snape opened a notebook from the table and had scanned something before speaking again.
“Mr. Weasley. Three hours detention from now at professor Hagrid’s place. He shall be waiting for you by the entrance door by now and will return you to the castle doors after three hours.” Snape said softly nodding for Ron to leave already.
Ron gave Harry and Hermione a sparing look but had quietly took his bag and gave them a sign that he’ll meet them back at their common room after his detention hours with a pleading look at Hermione.
“Mr. Potter, three hours as well. Mr. Filch is waiting for you by the staircase that leads to the library.” Snape slowly looked up and stared at Harry with such spiteful eyes.
Harry stared at Hermione then back at Snape and then at Hermione again.
He nodded for her to leave with him but Hermione was asked to stay behind.
“What?” Harry asked with such defiance. “What do you mean she’s staying behind?”
“Yes?” Snape asked Harry who was holding her hand and obviously unwilling to leave her.
“She’s spending her detention with me. Three hours as well.” Snape said the last three words with such venomous enjoyment in them.
Harry’s hand curled into fists.
He looked at Snape like he wanted to protest but he did not say anything.
“Go.” Hermione whispered tugging at the back of his school robes. “Just go, Harry. I’ll be fine.”
But Harry did not move.
He wasn’t just going to leave his girlfriend with the slimy git.
“Why can’t I have the detention with you?” Harry suddenly asked which made Snape look up from the notebook he had been reading.
“Excuse me?” Snape slowly asked him almost amused by the defiance in Harry’s tone.
“I asked, why won’t you let me have detention with you since you have always taken pleasure into giving me detention? Why Hermione? Why should she stay here with you?”
Snape stared at Harry and the hatred burning in his eyes.
“Why Mr. Potter, I’m quite astounded and touched at the idea that you prefer to spend your detention with me.”
“Than her with you.” Harry said unable to bite his word back.
Hermione painfully tugged at his arm to stop him from speaking further.
Snape’s black eyes glinted at his direction and he was observing them closely.
“That’s not what he meant, professor.” Hermione’s small voice spoke from behind Harry.
Snape stared.
He had been hearing that Potter and Granger had indeed been going out and had been rumored to be an official couple since the school year began.
But he did not really see the seriousness of those rumors until tonight.
Harry seemed extremely protective of the girlfriend he has at the moment.
Snape straightened from behind his desk and folded his arms.
He looked back at Harry with an equally spiteful glare.
“As touching as your words may be, Mr. Potter you need to understand that this is a different sort of detention.” Snape’s voice was icy and laced with every bit of hatred he had for the boy.
Hermione was holding Harry’s wrist now as he had moved it closer to the inside of his robe willing to draw his wand out.
“It’s alright professor, I’ll take what-“ Hermione began but Harry gave her a glare before turning back to Snape.
“You see, Mr. Potter, the work I’m about to ask for this detention requires a high-level of capacity and intellect and as much as I hate to admit it, Miss Granger’s insufferable know-it-all mentality is what I require at the moment.”
Harry was shaking in anger.
But he did not say anything – yet.
“Harry, it’s alright.” Hermione said gently reaching for him. “I’ll be alright.”
“Yes, she will be.” Snape had smirked at Harry. “It’s not like I’m going to hurt your girlfriend. I only need enough brains and wit for this work Mr. Potter. A pair of things that I apparently cannot really expect from Mr. Weasley and most especially not from you. As we all know you’re all brawns and-“
“It’s fine, professor.” Hermione said loudly standing up and reaching for Harry’s arm who was just about to draw his wand out.
Harry looked back at her with hatred in his eyes.
Hermione stared pleadingly back at him.
Harry gave Snape another glare before snatching his bag from the chair and giving Hermione a peck on the cheek.
He turned back to Snape.
“I’ll come back for her after three hours, professor.” Harry said and without another word, he rudely stormed out of the classroom and banged the door behind him.
Hermione stared back at Snape with a relief over her chest.
Harry had always had short temper over things and she was glad she was able to stop him from doing something that might put him in a worse situation.
She began rolling her sleeves up and stared back at Snape who was only staring quietly at her.
“Professor?” she asked him uncertainly. “What am I supposed to do for you?”
“I’ll get the keys to the dungeons.” Snape said turning to the door. “I’ll get it from professor Slughorn so we can have access to the storage he has rearranged. I need to restore a couple of my personal storage. You would be rearranging, labelling and enlisting the things we need, what we’ll take and what to be bought for the weekend for my needs and use.”
Hermione only nodded as she hurriedly grabbed her bag and followed him out of the classroom wondering why he had said that she needed him for this task when it was very obvious that even Harry and Ron could cope and survive the detention he was about to give her.

“Mr. Malfoy?” asked a voice and the door opened.
Draco looked up from his office desk where he was writing a very short answer to a letter that has arrived about an hour ago.
“Come in. I’m just finishing this. Is the carriage ready?” he had asked his old assistant.
The wizard nodded at him and had brought in the tea he had requested.
“The carriage is waiting for your signal. You would be leaving in an hour?” he asked him.
“Yes.” Draco shortly said as he folded the parchment and sealed the envelope with the Malfoy crest over it.
“You need this to be sent by owl?”
“No.” Draco said as he handed the letter to him. “I need you to bring this to someone personally.”
The assistant nodded and kept it in the inside of his robe.
“An old professor of mine.” Draco had said.
“I will take note of that, Mr. Malfoy. To whom is this addressed?”
“Lupin.” Draco had said. “Remus J. Lupin. And please make sure that it is only him who finds and reads this letter.”

“Hermione please open the door.” Snape’s voice came.
There was no answer at all.
It was half past eight already and she had not eaten the whole day.
He was beginning to get worried about her condition.
“Hermione, I will just leave your food by the dining. I must leave tonight. I will be back in the morning.”
Usually, she would answer and ask him where he would go and why he had to leave late in the evening.
But there was no answer at the moment.
“Bullocks.” Snape angrily thought to himself as he walked away from the door and back to his bedroom.
He stared around at the room and over his large four-poster bad that was still not made since morning.
Well, he really did not want to organize his bed sheets knowing that it might remove her scent from it.
He hated himself.
He despised himself even more for the idea that he wanted what had happened.
Three nights ago, something unexpected but not unwanted had happened between the two of them.
He had kissed her again.
And she had equally responded again.
And soon they have found themselves together, tangled and kissing one another to the point of nakedness against those same bedsheets.
It had started about a week ago.
And he should have put a stop before then.
He should never have kissed her forehead in the first place.
It would have avoided her kissing him and him returning the kiss.
After that, the transition had moved into a few days of not speaking into one another, the most awkward of all the days they lived together in the cottage together.
And suddenly out of nowhere, feelings and the raging calls of their needs all came crashing together into a sudden chapter in their lives that threw off the balance and had pulled them together into a very sensuous, sensual and irrational night of forbidden actions that will never be taken back nor reversed by anything.
He had taken her.
She had given herself up to him when she had never done so with anyone else.
He, the professor and the Order member, the man sworn to protect her had taken her innocence away.
He was supposed to be in control and he was supposed to do anything and everything in his power to avoid circumstances as that.
He was supposed to protect her at all costs.
And now, he felt that he had just defiled her with everything that she had.
He had taken her.
He wasn’t sure if Cruciatus would even give justice to what he has done.
After that eventful and unforgettable night, they found themselves in awkward silence and in a tension in the house like never before.
Three days of holding back feelings, and the cold and rainy and stormy evening three nights ago had pulled them back into the position they were avoiding and now this.
Hermione wasn’t getting out of her room.
They had talked that the first encounter should never happen again and that he would have to take precaution from then on and he had worried too much that she did not even want to take the contraceptive potion he made for her.
He was running mad.
Both of them were.
But after the three nights of holding back feelings and such, they were back on his four-poster bed.
He was had taken her again.
And she had welcomed him with open arms.
They touched one another like they had never done so for any other.
Exchanging not only kisses and feeling, but emotions and memoir that can never be taken back nor forgotten.
It was a forbidden rapture.
Snape knew he was no longer in control as much as he had the many weeks and months ago they had first come into the cottage.
And because of that loss of self-control, he was also losing Hermione Granger.
Their feelings were both mixed but he was sure by now that his was beyond that of a teacher’s care for a student.
And that was highly dangerous for their situation.
He was losing her in such a sense that like tonight, she did not want to come out of her room.
Was it fear of it happening again? Was if fear of him altogether?
Was she afraid that he was suddenly going to defile her out of the blue whenever he felt like doing so? After all, they were alone in the cottage, he was the older one and the stronger one and he could do anything he would like to do with her without anyone else knowing.
She felt more alone than ever.
But she feared more was that, she wanted to be in his arms.
She had liked and had wanted to be in those arms especially the second time around.
It felt so real – his touches, his caresses, his kisses – it was like that of a lover she had never known before.
Was she running mad for wanting him?
For wanting him?
For longing for him this much?
It was already a fact that she had initiated that first forbidden action but right now, why was she feeling very guilty?
She felt guilty for making him feel guilty of everything?
Or was she guilty because she knew she was giving more weight of a stress to their situation and causing him more trouble?
She did not want any of it anymore and yet she found herself wanting nothing but his presence.
Hermione looked up by the door and knew that Snape had left already.
He wasn’t coming back for a few hours that was for sure.
But she wasn’t hungry.
She did not feel like eating.
Not when all types of guilt were coming down upon her.
The guilt of her kissing him, the guilt of giving herself up to him after all these years that she has not even yet given it up to the boy he loved?
Did she still love Harry?
Ofcourse. And she loves Harry.
She wanted to go back to him more than anything else in the world.
But was that enough to be called love?
She had given herself up to a man she barely knew, to a man whom she could barely have an emotional attachment with and to a man she has only come to know the surface at a closer look these past few weeks and months.
Was she running mad?
She wanted to cry, she wanted to run and hide, she wanted an escape but there was no escaping these four walls that has seized her for months now that was even turning to into a stormy winter like years.

“Well?” Narcissa asked as she folded her arms before him. “Are you just going to stare?”
Apparently yes was the answer.
Snape held in his hand a small wooden chest with silver-snake and emerald designs and the emblem of the Black family crest.
“I cannot do it. I’m sorry. I can’t.” Snape said closing the box.
Narcissa’s eyes flashed in anger and she strongly banged her fist against the wooden table.
“You will do it as you are told Severus.”
“I am not doing it.” Snape lashed back at her.
His black eyes were glinting and he has never felt this much anguish towards her.
“I said, you will do as you are told!” Narcissa angrily screamed at him.
He banged his own fist against the table – harder and louder this time.
“YOU CANNOT MAKE ME! NO, I REFUSE TO DO THIS NARCISSA!”
“YOU ARE TO DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD YOU COWARD!” Narcissa angrily said and she had suddenly slapped him across the cheek.
Narcissa’s hand made a mark across his cheek.
Snape was quiet.
He stood still against the table.
He was bearing so much anger.
He was livid but he did not do anything to defend himself or avenge the pain she had just caused him.
Narcissa was breathing hard before him, shaking and seething in anger beyond she has been in a long time.
Snape slowly shook his head and he pressed his hand firmly upon his pained cheek.
“I’m not doing it.” Snape simply said. “You can’t make me, Cissy.”
“There is no way.” Narcissa had said in an almost desperate tone.
“I’ve made up my mind. I’m not doing it.”
“You know in your heart there is no other way!” Narcissa had screamed at him.
Snape looked up and saw that she was now actually crying.
He also wanted to cry.
There was no other way.
“I’m not killing you.”
“You’re not killing me.” Narcissa said trying to hold back her tears. “You are being ridiculous.”
Snape stared at the small box before them. He felt extremely helpless that moment.
“This is your blood, Cissy.” Snape whispered as he stared back at her. “The last of your blood that is untainted of this incurable disease you have come across. It has the chance of gaining more life for you.”
Snape’s tone was almost as desperate as the tone she was bearing.
“Cissy, with this – this vial – and with the proper enchantment, ingredients – everything we need – we can revive what is left of you.”
“Nothing is left of me but Draco!” Narcissa cried at him with her eyes widening in anger.
She looked like she was a woman who had aged after so long of never aging at all.
“Cissy, you must understand your life matters-“
“Draco’s life matters more. And you will save him with your life as you have been told and as you have promised me. You promised me!” Narcissa screamed again at him.
Snape shook his head.
His mind was battling.
The blood of Narcissa Malfoy was as significant as her life and the life of another woman that meant a lot to him as well.
Narcissa moved forward him and had painfully gripped his arm.
Snape flinched and looked up at her desperate look.
“Cissy-“
“We have only one vial of my untainted blood. Only one, Severus. And it will save only one life. And we will save the life that matters more than the other.”
“I won’t do it.” Snape stubbornly said as he shoved her hand away from him but Narcissa didn’t let go.
“How dare you defy what I want you to do with it-“
“I’m not doing it. You can take the vial with you if you want.”
“It’s my blood. I’ll do as I please with it!” Narcissa spat back at him.
“Find someone else to do it for you!” Snape suddenly said strongly shoving her hand away from him.
Narcissa’s eyes flashed in anger and for the first time, the Malfoy in her was burning before his eyes.
“You cannot-“
“I’m not doing it.” Snape meant every word of it and Narcissa knew it.
“You cannot just defy-“
“I’m not choosing between you and Hermione.”
Narcissa stared at him, lips pursed angrily.
Her eyes were widening and her lips moving as if she was searching for words that will convince him.
He had never been this stubborn and she knew when he was nowhere near giving up.
“I’m dying!” she reached for him again and grasped his hand. “Why won’t you do it for me?”
“You’re not about to die if we use this blood on the enchantment for you. This untainted blood of yours will extend your life span, Narcissa Malfoy.” Snape directed the last two words violently.
Narcissa was extremely furious now.
She raised her hand as if to hit him again but Snape was not to be intimidated.
“This vial – this –“ her voice was shaking. “This will save her life. It would extend her life and would salvage what is left of her after my dear sister’s damage over her!”
“Bellatrix will severely pay for what she has done and I apologize that I would have to promise you that.”
“I’m not to be intimidated by this!” she cried at him. “Listen to me, Severus! Listen to what I tell you!“
“I do not want to choose and if I have to choose I’m going to beg you to choose your life Narcissa. Draco needs you. He will not survive without you. You know how the boy loves you and you know how Lucius will never-“
“Draco matters more than anything and I want him to live through this war!”
He was not about to choose between the two women that meant a lot to him.
Snape angrily turned away from her.
“Severus-“ Narcissa’s voice had turned soft this time as she stared at his back.
“There must be a way.” Snape whispered knowing otherwise.
Snape moved away from the table and to the door.
Narcissa quickly followed and faced him. She blocked the door from him.
“Narcissa.”
“Severus.”
They stared at one another, neither was willing to give up.
“I am old, I am tired and I am dying, Severus. I am very tired.” Narcissa begged him. “Please…”
Tears began drifting from her cheeks once more. She reached out and touched his hand.
“Please.. my dearest friend..”
“Cissy-“
“I’m very tired, Severus. Please. For Draco. Draco must survive - that is my only wish of you. If I truly matter to you, if you truly care for me.. please.. Severus. Save her life and you save mine and Draco’s.”
Snape was contemplating.
He couldn’t do it.
He just couldn’t do it and yet he knew he had to choose.
It was Narcissa’s life or Hermione’s life.
“My sister has embedded the curse in her blood. There is nothing we can do about it. The best we can do is to seal it once and for all. And despite the possible outcomes, the decisions to be taken, the lives that will be affected - it will save her life. Please, Severus.. please..”
She grasped his hands as her dear life depended on him.
He had no choice.
One has to survive and the other must suffer the consequence.
“Narcissa, saving her will not ensure Draco’s survival in this war.”
“But I will die with a clear conscience. With a conscience that I know that I have done what is right, that I have undone what Bella has done – that I have saved a life even for just once. That example – that mere small example will drive Draco into the light – Severus, I am sure of it.”
“I cannot save Draco’s life if his beliefs are different now. But your life I can-“
“Do not belittle my son. I know he can change. I know he can. He has only to find the way, the light Severus and this is it – when he finds out when he learns that I have done someday he will come to terms – he will-“
“Narcissa-“
“My death is nothing short of a surprise. The vial, my blood that is still untainted of my disease will help you. Bellatrix Black is Bellatrix Black Lestrange. A Lestrange and a Death Eater but still blood of the Pureblood Black. She has casted the spell on Hermione Granger. Only another pure and true Black can save her. I’m the only one who can save the girl’s life, Severus.”
Snape angrily growled and he punched the wall next to them out of anger and frustration.
“Severus you know I am right.”
Snape did not say anything.
He kept his eyes away from her.
But he was listening and he could tell the truth in those words.
There really weren’t any Blacks around available and willing to help Hermione’s cause.
“The further you delay, the stronger the latch of the curse goes through her.”
“I cannot forsake you.”
“You are not forsaking me.” Narcissa emphasized each word. “You are not forsaking me. I am asking you this as a favor. Save her life and you save all of us.”
Snape’s mind was swirling.
“Bellatrix may be a Death Eater but she is a Black. She has casted the curse and only another Black may control the very curse she has casted upon. Given my blood is already tainted as it is, we can only do with this vial. Do not think of it as a waste. I know you think this vial, this clean blood will save my life – yes, you may be right. But I do not wish to use it on that. I want to die, I want to die the way I should, Severus. Please take it, take it with you and cast the charm that will seal the curse my sister has embedded against her. Save her life, Severus.”
Snape was contemplating again.
Narcissa’s blood was going to save Hermione’s life from whatever curse Bellatrix has hit her with.
Yes, it will save her life but there would be consequences on the decisions after that.
Narcissa wanted to die sooner. Narcissa was no longer as happy as she used to be and beyond all these, all she wants is for Draco to be safe.
Narcissa was asking nothing in return but for him to keep a close eye on Draco and watch over his son since then until the day she dies.
“Narcissa-“ Snape softly began but Narcissa had suddenly shifted and had moved towards him.
Without warning, she had flung her arms around him.
It was so sudden he almost lost his balance.
She was suddenly crying hard, nonstop against him with arms tight around him.
“Sev, please.. please.. my dearest friend, my only friend.. my brother.. please… Severus.. save my son, save my Draco, that is my only wish. I will give you anything, everything you would need to survive the life back at that – that place – that -.”
“Narcissa, please you’re not making this any easier for me-“
“I’ll give you everything you need to survive, whatever will suffice your lifestyle I will provide you but please promise me the safety of Draco, please let him be spared, protect him… Please. Severus.. if you save this girl.. if you save Hermione Granger, if you spare her, then there is one thing you can look back to – one thing we can both look back to. Please,. I know you care for the girl, use it on her.. take good care of her..”
Snape did not say anything.
He did not move from his position but he wanted to touch her, to embrace her and to comfort her with the best he could possibly do so.
Narcissa clutched tightly at his arm while looking him in the eye.
“Please, Cissy, do not make me do- the consequences of what you ask of-“
“Please, Severus.” Narcissa cried softly against him. “Save the girl. Save my Draco. Severus, let me embrace death in peace..”

Another match had been won over by the Gryffindors against the Slytherins.
For some reason, the Slytherin Seeker seems out of his head lately and was unable to fully focus and concentrate that he did not see the Snitch flying right above him and soon enough, Gryffindor hero Harry Potter was able to get the Snitch and gain them the afternoon’s win.
Harry Potter also wins a kiss from said-girlfriend, Hermione Jean Granger.
They were at the back of the library while the rest of the Gryffindors were still celebrating.
It was an hour before dinner and they were both in the library, bodies tangled against one another.
Hermione was breathless as Harry pushed her against the wall of the farthest part of the library that was the boundary to the Restricted Section.
“Harry, someone might see –“
“Nope. This is a good empty place at the moment.” Harry panted as Hermione reached out to him down there.
She eased him by reaching through his Gryffindor Quidditch uniform pants and had began to rub her hand down there and inside.
Harry groaned into her mouth as they continued to kiss while Hermione continued to ease him of his trouble for the past few days.
There had been so many assignments, quizzes, Quidditch match practices that they were both unable to spend time together at all.
Harry moaned and sighed heavily as he released himself right then and there.
“Shit.” Harry whispered against her lips knowing that he had practically spilled everything he had been holding back for the past few days.
Hermione pulled out her wand and had quickly drawn her hand out and with a simple spell, had cleaned her hands and Harry completely off their mess.
They were both breathless and Hermione lay against his chest, breathing heavily.
“We need to go back.” Hermione said biting her lower lip and looking up at Harry. “They’ll be looking for us at the Gryffindor Tower.”
Harry nodded in understanding.
“Just one more moment.” Harry said pulling her closer and moving her to a darker corner of the library. “Just let them wait a few more moments. I want some more moment alone with my girlfriend.”
Hermione giggled as Harry moved and kissed her forehead before pulling her into a tighter embrace.
“Harry.”
“Let me enjoy my Quidditch match prize just a few more moments.”
Hermione giggled.
And then Harry smiled and resumed into kissing her and driving her breathless into his deep and passionate kiss.

Snape opened his eyes and had decided that maybe he was in great need of a Sleeping Draught.
He had been tossing and turning for an hour now on his bed.
He couldn’t sleep.
He was thinking of her.
He had arrived two hours later after leaving her at half past eight only to find that the dinner he had left her had run cold.
She had not eaten the whole day.
She was going to get sick if she continued with it and yet he did not want to go to her room and attempt anything.
He was scared that he was already scaring her off.
But she couldn’t continue with whatever she was doing.
They needed to deal with things.
If they had to talk about it, they should.
He was getting worried of her health.
She had kept herself in her room and had no idea if she was still breathing or what.
It worries him and it was driving him mad knowing he couldn’t just do anything about it.
He angrily pulled his wand from underneath his pillow and had pointed it directly to the fireplace.
He turned and moved around his bed – his very large and empty bed.
Since when did the bed seem to be bigger than it actually was?
Snape turned to his other side again and forced his eyes closed.
He should not have kissed her on that goddamn forehead in the first place.
He should not have done anything physical near her.
No, the kiss was meant to be for assurance, a form of kind caress that he was there, promising her to protect her and nothing else.
It should not have meant anything beyond that.
And then she kissed him.
And the worst part was that he kissed her back.
He should not have kissed her back.
He should have pulled away the moment that she moved her head up and reached into his and had kissed her.
He should have pulled away the moment her soft lips grazed against his.
But no, he had to let her move her lips against his lips once and twice and then the third time, he really had to entertain and welcome the kiss thoroughly.
He opened his mouth and willingly welcomed the sweet taste of her lips and had kissed her back – longingly and deeply.
She had kissed him back and had even placed her hand around him.
And then she had broken the kiss.
“Fuck. Fuck. Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Snape whispered to himself as he turned the other side again.
If he couldn’t sleep what more of her?
And then he heard it, something was scraping against his door.
He quickly sat on the bed and saw shadow at the gap between the carpeted floor and the door.
She was outside.
Snape quickly grabbed his robe and had placed it over himself and his pajamas and had literary jumped out of bed and opened the door.
She was standing there with a tear-stained face and was looking surprised.
“Miss Granger?” he slowly asked as she was obviously surprised that he had sensed her presence even before she could not on the door if she intended to do so.
She was in her pajamas, slightly pale and her eyes told him that she had been crying the entire time.
“Hermione?” he slowly asked, without thinking, he opened the door wider as if to admit her entry.
She breathed heavily but no words came out, only tears.
“Hermione?” he asked again, alarmed this time by the look of her face. “Hermione, what’s wrong?” he asked her.
Hermione stared at him for a long moment as if reluctant to say a word, to move a muscle before him.
“Hermione,” Snape repeated a little firmer this time, “Hermione, what’s wrong? Why are you-“
“Severus!” she had cried suddenly into his arms and his chest and had placed her arms around him very tightly.
Snape stood still as she clutched him tightly within her grasp as she shamelessly cried and cried against him.
He breathed heavily and slowly lifted his hands and reluctantly placed them over her – one behind her back and one gently stroking the back of her tresses.
He inhaled sharply as he could smell the same sweet vanilla from her hair.
He could feel her pain, confusion and everything else in between there was to be felt.
It was his responsibility and he was responsible for how she was feeling.
He hated himself for that.
He was supposed to be in control of the first place and losing himself and his control now placed them in this type of predicament.
He knew she was feeling guilty about what had happened between them not only once but twice already.
She was feeling guilty of it and he was unsure how he was going to fix it.
“Hermione, calm down, please.. let’s talk.”
“No, I don’t want to talk.” Hermione said lifting her head up to look up at him.
Their eyes met and Snape wanted to look away as he saw the pain he had caused her.
“I want to just go to sleep but I couldn’t.”
“Alright.”
Snape nodded in understanding.
He was to offer her a draught but he knew that was a stupid offer.
He nodded at her and moved away from the door and had edged her to the room and nodded to his bed.
Hermione bit her lower lip and but she slowly walked inside the room and had slowly crawled over the bed.
Snape closed the door and clamped his fists together creating a mantra inside his head that he was not to do anything at all tonight but to comfort her out of her guilt and misery.
He turned and faced the bed and found her curled into a fetal position and was facing the other direction.
Snape moved to the bed and had slowly grabbed his other pillow.
“I can sleep on the floor and just stay..” Snape offered as he prepared to settle on the floor when Hermione slowly turned to him.
She shook her head.
“I’m cold.” Hermione said and her eyes slightly averted on the empty space next to her.
Snape sighed heavily.
He was not supposed to lie next to her for that will only begin things that were not to be started anyway.
“Alright.” Snape whispered sighing heavily as he moved the blankets away and had climbed into the bed next to her.
He ensured that his black pajamas were tied tightly at the middle and that his robes were also now tied very tightly around him.
He sighed heavily, nervous and slightly shaking on the side by the idea that he was going to lie next to her.
This was what he was just trying to avoid these past few days.
He found that their distance or close proximity was doing something not good for his body – or so he thinks so to be evil.
He breathed heavily and laid himself unmoving next to her.
And then she moved.
Hermione scooted closer to him, her back to him and in the same fetal position only she had scooted very closer to him.
“Please don’t leave.” Hermione whispered under the sheets half covering her body.
Snape nodded again in silent understanding.
She only wanted his presence and nothing more.
Perhaps there was some sort of comfort of him being next to her.
He lay there for what felt like a quiet and uneventful first hour as he listened to the quietness of the room and her labored breathing.
She might have fallen asleep already.
And he was just halfway into sleep when he heard it.
Her groan in her sleep and her slow growls that had slowly turned into louder cries.
She was crying again.
She wasn’t asleep.
She had been horribly keeping her mouth and her feelings shut and had been keeping her tears at bay.
But she couldn’t hold it any longer.
Snape sighed heavily and turned to his side to face her back.
“Hermione..”
Hermione did not respond with an answer.
She slowly turned to him and had placed her arms around him and had begun to dreadfully cry her heart out against his chest for hours and hours the whole night until exhaustion from crying had driven her into an uneasy sleep.

Hermione opened her eyes out at the sound of object being pulled and dragged around and voices talking down the stairs.
“Harry?” she called out seeing the spot next to her on the bed was empty.
He did not even look like he had come up the stairs to sleep the previous night.
Grabbing her extra robe, she tied it around herself and had dragged herself out of bed to go to where the sounds were coming from.
“Harry?” she called out as she walked down the hallway and down the staircase.
He was by the door, handing two envelopes over and was bidding and thanking someone goodbye.
She hurriedly walked down the stairs only to find him looking at the back of four men.
“Who were those?” Hermione had asked him.
Harry looked at her side and was slightly surprised to see her.
“Just some people I asked to bring in stuff.”
“Movers?” Hermione asked him with a quick look back at the house.
“More or less.” Harry said as he moved and closed and locked their gate with his wand.
He nodded her to move back to the house as he closed the door before them.
Hermione watched as he casted a spell after another on the door.
Apparently, she was right in thinking that he was indeed warding their place more than before.
“Did you have anything carried out?” Hermione asked as he closed the door behind them.
“Stuff. For my project.” Harry simply said walking to the kitchen.
“When can I see the project?” Hermione asked him. “You will show me, right?” she asked him.
Harry nodded at her with a proud grin. “Come, I’ll show you now.”
“Now?” Hermione asked slightly surprised.
Unable to completely recover from his decision, Harry excitedly nodded at her and had pulled her arm to him and had dragged her back to their living room.
Harry dragged her all the way to their living room with his hands pinned over her eyes.
It slightly irritated Hermione but she did not say anything about it.
“I just had some things renovated and moved and bought some stuff you might like.”
Hermione nodded as he stirred her around at the middle of their living room.
“Ready?” he asked her slowly
“Yes.” Hermione said with a small smile.
Hermione breathed heavily as he removed his hand over her eyes and had revealed the room to her.
He had differed the living room in a manner that completely shook Hermione.
He had bought new things indeed and had carried in several things to Hermione’s surprise.
“Harry..” Hermione whispered as her eyes wandered and looked at every corner of their living room he had put into his so-called ‘renovation.’
“Do you like it?” he asked her as he placed both his hands around her waist and had rested his head over her shoulders.
Hermione was still as she could possibly be.
Only her eyes wandered across the room and she wasn’t sure if she was going to hyperventilate or scream at him.
Every corner of their living room had been changed and turned into exactly how their living room at the cottage had been.
He had managed to mimic the details from the carpets, the couch, the large black grate over the fireplace, the small detailed decors and the paneled bookshelves where all her newly bought selections that resembled the ones Snape had bought her.
“What’s going on?” she asked him unable to stop herself.
She stirred and quickly moved herself away from his grasp.
“What’s this?” she asked almost screaming at him.
She was breathless as she looked around him.
Harry stared back at her with a quiet and unmoving stance.
“I renovated.” Harry simply answered her. “Did you not like it?”
“Not like it?” Hermione repeated unable to stop the annoyance in her voice. “What are you playing at?”
Hermione wanted to slap him but did not want further argument.
She moved across the room and quickly walked past him.
“Hermione!” Harry called out after her as she ran out of their living room and had gone to the kitchens.
She skidded into a halt as reached the hallway that led to their kitchens.
She almost screamed again.
She walked right to it and stared at the changes Harry had made.
Their long wooden table was gone and had been replaced by a black one and the marbled tiles were changed into greyish and sand-designed tiles.
The windows had also been changed, the locks and even the curtains.
Even the platters, the china had been replaced by everything she had seen and had back at the cottage.
The furniture he had before had all been changed into simple ones – the ones complementing and resonating and resembling every inch of the cottage.
Hermione turned to Harry who had reached the hallway that led to their kitchens.
He had obviously changed the kitchen, their dining and the living room.
Her eyes averted up the stairs and had recalled her books.
The books Harry had bought and had given her that resembled each selection she had at the cottage were no accident.
Harry was improving their household by changing everything in it that was in the cottage Hermione had lived in the past ten years.
“What’re you doing?” Hermione had asked angrily. “What are you doing?”
Harry did not look angry not assaulted at her screaming at him.
He looked completely unaffected by her emotional reaction at what he was doing.
“I don’t think I understand what you are saying Hermione-“
“Don’t act numb and stupid, Harry.” Hermione said unable to control the rising anger in her.
“I’m not acting on anything Hermione-“ Harry said as he walked forward her to reach for her.
Hermione shoved his hand away from her.
Harry stilled and stared at blankly at her.
Hermione stared at him, contemplating on what to do next.
She wasn’t sure anymore of Harry’s attitude and now it definitely scared her in such a manner that has never been.
“Hermione, calm yourself down. It’s just renovation-“
“I am calm.” Hermione pointed out even though she did not look it.
Harry stared and rested himself against the doorway and folded his arms.
“I was thinking you would like what you would see.” Harry softly said in an almost bored tone. “I had expected you would want these, Hermione. Do you not feel like you’re home?”
Hermione stared back at him with anger rising inside her again.
What was he playing at?
But before she could answer, their doorbell rang again.
They both turned and looked.
Lupin was calling out from outside and they could also hear Mrs. Weasley’s voice.
“I’m going to have to let them in.” Harry said as he stood straight and smiled at her. “I suggest you act all warm and fuzzy, Hermione. Just like the old days.”
Harry turned and placed a peck of a kiss on her cheek as he tapped her by the shoulder and walked past her.
“I’m coming professor!” Hermione heard him call out to the door. “I’m coming Mrs. Weasley! I have some tea prepared for us!” he excitedly called out.
Hermione was left by the hallway staring at him with such angry and tearful eyes.
She knew that she no longer knew the Harry she was living with and she must swiftly do something about it.

The silence around them were quite unnerving as the heat from the cauldron intensified the tension in the room.
Hermione wasn’t sure what to expect exactly but she quietly stayed and watched as Snape re-entered the small laboratory and placed certain materials over the large wooden desk.
They were at the basement of the cottage where he had established and placed a small laboratory for their use or rather his own use.
The small laboratory’s walls were paneled with bookshelves and shelves that contained jars, bottles and vials of potions and potion ingredients.
It reminded Hermione of his small storage room at Hogwarts and his small laboratory that he used to have at the end of their old potions classroom.
How she missed Hogwarts just by being there.
But Hogwarts seemed like a lifetime ago already despite that it had only been a few weeks or rather a month or so from her normal life with the rest of the world.
Hermione sat by the small couch at the end of the room and silently watched at his progress with the potion he was brewing.
There were two cauldrons with boiling water. One he was stirring continuously and one from which he has added certain ingredients.
He had chopped and placed in some laurel leaves, some solution of dittany and oil, a cup of what looked to her like pressed tea leaves, a couple of small vanilla sticks and other ingredients that she did not really recognized from their classes.
He was certainly brewing something that could only be read from the Restricted Section of their library.
“How are you feeling?” he had asked her.
He had finally spoken to her.
Hermione had thought that he had completely forgotten of her presence there in the laboratory.
How was she feeling?
Should she described every eccentric detail she was feeling and all the pain that the marks were causing her or should she say that she had a good morning and that the breakfast he made for the both of them had somewhat eased the pain and stress that the marks were causing her?
“A little better.” Hermione replied vaguely. “The tea you make every night helps me to sleep and forget the pain for the rest of the night.”
Snape only nodded as he continued to work on the potion.
He was completely focused that much Hermione could tell.
She silently watched as his refined and long fingers moved flawlessly back and across the table reaching out for ingredients, lifting and changes pages of the three books that lay open upon the table, walking around and pinching in ingredients after another and tossing a vial after another of ingredient to the concoctions he was brewing before them.
“The nightmares?” he slowly asked her.
“They have become less since the tea as well.”
Snape only nodded again and he stared down at the potions he was brewing.
He only hoped that the brewing process wouldn’t take long. There were many other things to be done in order to incept and completely the succession of the counter-curse they were about to do.
“Professor, you went out the other day. I was wondering..” Hermione slowly began. “If there was any news at all about them? The Order? Harry?”
Snape sighed heavily and he lowered the stirring rod he was using. He covered both the cauldrons and shook his head.
“Nothing of significance.” Snape shortly answered as he moved across the table.
“Nothing?” Hermione repeated to him. “But..” she was careful with her words as she did not want to irritate him.
Hermione breathed heavily and continued to stare at Snape’s development with the potion.
“You told me the same thing the other day.”
“I told you the same thing because there has been no change since last week.”
“No change since last week?” she asked in disbelief. “When I was at Grimmauld Place with the rest of them every hour there was a new, there was a change.. there were..”
“Well apparently you’re not at Grimmauld Place and the times has changed, Hermione. Not every time there is a change and not every single movement of the Order or the other side I could rely to you. You know there is still boundaries, yes?”
She did not say anything to that.
It was true. There were still boundaries between the things she could and could not learn about and Snape was there to make sure of it.
“I just expected that you’d be able to rely a bit more of a new seeing that you can go in and out from both sides.”
Snape did not say anything this time.
He hasn’t really told her that he has not been and has seen any of the other Order members since the ambush.
He has been at Hogwarts twice and has had several of his own secret connections to check upon the Order’s plans and actions but he has not seen any of them or has talked any of them since the ambush on the night of transfer.
Hermione has completely no idea yet that he has decided to completely isolate them from the rest.
The guilt was eating him every day but it was the best decision he could come up with.
“Can you grind this for me?” he asked handing over a small package of what looked like dried seeds.
Hermione slowly opened the package and began the process of chopping and grinding the ingredient.
Snape stared and noticed the way she flawlessly did the process.
“You do well with Potions.” Snape had commented expecting that it would cheer her a little and would take her mind away from their previous topic.
“Harry taught me to do this.” Hermione replied in a bored tone without looking up at him. “He’s taught me a couple of techniques to quicken the process of preparing potion ingredients.”
Snape’s eyebrow raised at the commentary.
“Potter?” he repeated. “He is nearly as bad as Longbottom.”
“He’s actually good.” Hermione defended. “With correct guidance and diminished demeanor making unnecessary snide comments, he can actually be functional and prove he can be good at brewing.” Hermione replied in a snotty tone.
Snape only snorted at her.
“He’s good, I tell you.” Hermione said as she placed aside the ingredient she has prepared for him and had cleared away the small mess she made. “Especially after reading this copy of Advance Potion-“
Snape looked up at her as she stopped and had quickly looked away.
He was expecting her to continue her rant on Harry’s abilities on Potions.
“Yes?” he asked her, edging her to continue.
Hermione shook her head.
She was not supposed to tell that secret of Harry.
Harry has shared with her the book he has found in their 6^th year at Hogwarts but despite their hard worked on research, they had never found out anything about the book’s owner or the one who called himself ‘The Half-Blood Prince’.
Hermione was half-hearted about the book especially that it had seemingly darker contents that Harry realized what with all the scrawled notes and spells all over the pages that came together with the other side notes.
“Miss Granger?”
“Nothing. Can I go to the bathroom before we begin?” she asked him although she did not wait for his answer and had quickly went out of the laboratory and had walked up the stairs and left him slightly confused.
Snape watched her retreating back and was slightly glad she has left.
He could not give her answers anymore.
He knew that sooner or later he would have ran out of answers to her nagging questions.
He sighed heavily and reached across the table for the sealed box with the vials that Narcissa had given him just the other day.
He tapped it with his wand and it magically opened.
Another swish and the box has completely vanished before Hermione could notice the Black emblem over it.
The vial in his hand contained that of Narcissa’s untainted and clean blood that he was going to use on Hermione to heal her or somewhat halt the damage that Bellatrix’s curse was embedding deep inside her.
It was a hard decision to make but nevertheless, a decision had to be made.
It was Narcissa’s life or hers.
Narcissa has made the choice easier for him.
Despite her inquisition on what enchantment has to be made, Snape has left certain details out.
For one, Narcissa insisted not to let her know about the blood – her blood – that was to be used in the potion for the enchantment.
She did not think that Hermione would want anything to do with a Malfoy.
And Narcissa sought to make Snape understand that there was no significance for that to her anyway in her opinion.
Breathing heavily, Snape opened the vial that contained her blood and had slowly added it to the boiling solution he had been continuously stirring for half an hour now.
The solution has turned into a bluish colour, an emerald tone until it cleared and the solution has turned into its previous clear water colour.
Her blood was perfect for the potion he has created.
It will now save Hermione’s life.
Or rather, it would cage the curse inside of her, bind it together until it dies within.
Until it dies within.
Snape couldn’t be bothered not to stress out on that idea and thought. That was the strangest and most difficult part of the enchantment.
It would take years.
It would take her life away from her and it was the best he could do in order to save her and save the rest of them from her.

Hermione sat with a big frown over her face at the waiting area at the trial court.
Harry was across the lobby talking animatedly to Kingsley and some other Ministry officials.
He looked so calm and enjoying himself since that morning.
Hermione knew the reason why.
They had heard that Draco Malfoy had somewhat lost it earlier when he found out that the court trial has been moved due to Harry’s request.
The Malfoy heir wasn’t pleased to find out that Harry can move the trial time at any time he prefers whilst the other party cannot do the same request for any occasion.
Hermione was seething at Harry’s display of power.
He might be the Chosen One and savior of their world, but he did not have any right to manipulate anyone.
He was nowhere near the Harry she has ever known.
He has seemed to have lost all decency in him and has lost all the innocence he has ever had.
His judgment was now completely flawed and he seemed uncaring and somewhat really distant from the rest of them.
“Seat taken?” asked a voice.
Hermione looked up and saw Lupin sit next to her.
He rarely ever visited at court trials due to projects and works he had been doing for Hogwarts as he has resumed his position since the defeat of the Dark Lord.
“Do you believe?” Hermione asked him. “Do you believe that Sev- that he is innocent?”
Lupin did not answer immediately.
Infact, he took a deep breath and a while to answer.
“The jury will decide for that.” Lupin carefully answer. “But deep down, the answer is with you.”
“He is innocent.” Hermione said in a firm tone but she sounded as if she was telling it more to herself.
“Then he must prove it.” Lupin pointed out. “He must prove it to me, to us, to the jury and the judge of the Wizengamot. Once he does, then he frees himself.”
“But professor, Harry is manipulating things.” Hermione reasoned out. “He’s putting.. he’s using his name and his power to thread on this, to screw things up for him and-“
“And have you ever thought what if you were the one manipulated?” Lupin asked her.
Hermione stared back at him with narrowed eyes.
“Professor Lupin-“
“No, Hermione. You need to be reasonable. You need to look at it from outside your point of view. Look at it in a reality from an outsider’s eyes – not even just Harry’s but from someone else-“
“No, you need to understand that I was only-“
“Hermione, listen to me.” Lupin slowly reached for her hand. “I’m not the one to judge and honestly, I’m not sure of which truth there is to believe. I know Severus is a good man deep down but his actions and the past decade has just been otherwise and yet I know, I know you would never lie to any of us. I know you’re telling all these truth for a reason but you see.. reason does not go well with the facts and evidences around us at the moment.”
Hermione closed her eyes in understanding. She breathed heavily and tears started flowing from her eyes.
Lupin took hold of her and placed an arm around her.
“Hermione, if he is innocent he will be a free man. But if he is found guilty..”
“He took care of me.” Hermione softly cried in his shoulder. “Professor, he took good care of me.”
“Hermione there is a difference between taking good care of someone and taking advantage of them in exchange for the care and the protection they provide.”
Hermione did not say anything.
She knew the truth of his words and has been hearing all these over and over again from a lot of people but it was different when it came from her favourite teacher.
Remus Lupin always has the wisest of words.
“Professor, he.. Severus said that he loves me.” Hermione slowly said looking him in the eye.
Lupin looked down at her as if he was already expecting these words from her.
It devastated Hermione even more when he saw that he did not look convinced at all.
Hermione buried her face in her hands and had started crying again.
Lupin sighed heavily and tried to comfort her.
“Hermione.” Lupin softly began. “Hermione, look.. Listen to me. I understand you.” Lupin answered her. “I understand what you’re trying to tell me. And that reason alone is why the Wizengamot is taking this case seriously.. why they are taking in every angle, studying each course they take.. they can’t put him in if he is innocent but they cannot also go against the evidences.. and all evidences go otherwise from the words you tell them. And that gives them question in their minds.. in their intellect and in their beliefs. Your words against the evidences. Because they are unsure if you are telling the truth or you are blinded by your love for Severus.”

It was half past midnight and Snape and Hermione were both on the carpeted floor by the fireplace in their living room.
He was patiently sitting across her with a quiet demeanor as he stared at the fire as he listened to her soft cries.
He had just finished healing tending into the marks over her that were turning into painful wounds almost every hour.
The Urduja Curse was embedding deeper and deeper into her and there was only one way out of it.
Fortunately for him, he had Narcissa Malfoy by his side to help him through it.
However, the devastation of its reality did not really decreased in its scornful reality.
“Miss Granger, are you ready to listen again?” he asked her after listening for about half an hour in her cries.
He knew that she was nowhere ready to listen.
But he had to talk to her.
He had to tell her
She had to know everything now.
“Miss Granger..”
“This isn’t..” she sobbed miserably. “This isn’t easy for me.”
“It isn’t for me either.” Snape gently answered her.
He had to be very, very patient with her and with things.
As Narcissa reminded, he had no right to be angry with her or not to be gentle with her as he gives her the news of what has been and what has to be done.
“Hermione.” Snape spoke once more as he moved himself closer to her.
She was just across him from the carpeted floor, curled up with her knees closed to her chest.
“I don’t want to talk anymore. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow.”
“We need finish and talk about it now.” Snape said. “I want you to finish hearing it and so you can understand and begin accepting.”
Begin accepting? Such a demand from a man who has demanded so much things from her already.
True to it, she had been begging him to tell her everything – what was happening with her, why she was having the marks and why they couldn’t go back yet.
And now, the answers were being uncovered and laid out to her, she felt like she no longer wanted to listen to him.
The truth in his words were almost unbearable and the reality they would have to live with was going to be beyond anything she has ever faced.
Hermione sat across from Snape and slowly stared back at the man who had been taking good care of her for about two or three months now. She had lost count.
He looked as exhausted, devastated and gloomy more than she did. She knew how tired he was and how exasperating their situation was.
Was she really just putting him in even more stress?
Why couldn’t he just bring her back?
Oh right.
That was what they were talking about and what she was having another tantrum of.
“Can’t you give me peace?” Hermione had slowly asked him. “Can’t I be left alone for one night, professor?” she asked him.
There was a desperate plea in her voice.
Snape understood but she also had to understand that their time were running out.
“I will not ask if it isn’t important.” Snape had said. “I need you to understand why you can’t go back anymore. Not now anyway.”
Hermione breathed heavily.
She was trying so hard to pull back her tears, to stop them from falling but she was just failing at the attempt.
Tears were just continuously falling from her eyes and she felt very tired, too tired that she felt she wanted to just fade away and vanish.
“Miss Granger, I will help you through this. At the expense of my life and everything I have, I will stay with you and not abandon you as you go through this.”
“What will happen now?” Hermione asked unable to stop herself knowing she had to ask it anyway.
Snape sighed and was now unable to answer her now that she was willing to talk.
Earlier that evening, he had come home to tell her the news that he may have figured out what the marks were and may have found a cure for everything but
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