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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
- 2
- 3
- 4
A/N: Thanks for all the lovely reviews! Just to clarify, when I said that the story is set prior to HBP, I meant that whilst I have read the book and the story is technically set after the events of HBP, I have basically ignored what happened in the book for the purposes of this story. Enjoy!

�Professor?�
�Hmmm?�
�There is a man over there who keeps staring at us. I think he suspects something�s not right, Professor,� Hermione whispered as they queued up to get onto a boat that would take them over to the Isle of Capri.
Severus casually threw a glance over his shoulder. Hermione was right � there was a man stood a few people back in the queue who had his eyes fixed on them.
He was tall and dark (as most Italians were), and was wearing jeans and a white cotton shirt, sunglasses balanced on a head of black curls, a newspaper in his hand. He looked normal enough, except for the unblinking way in which he was staring at them, as if to unravel some great mystery.
Severus leant his head close to Hermione�s and made it look like he was whispering some affectionate term in her ear.
�We need to really pretend that we�re married,� he muttered, slightly resentfully. �Don�t jump when I do this.�
And with that he slipped his arm tight around her waist, before allowing his hand to wander slowly downwards until he reached her bottom. He rested his hand there, stroking her derriere slightly with his thumb. Hermione gasped almost silently as he did so, but didn�t jump, and Severus was impressed when she managed to react appropriately � she slid her own arm around his waist and leant up on tip-toes to kiss his cheek softly.
Severus closed his eyes momentarily as he felt her lips come into contact with his cheek. Her lips were warm and soft and for some reason unknown to him, the gentle contact sent shivers racing down his spine. He hadn�t felt a touch like that in longer than he cared to think about. He turned to her and put his other arm around her as well so they were embracing loosely, and commanded in her ear:
�Laugh now.�
Hermione did as he told her, leaning slightly away from him so she could see his face and giggling, as though they had just shared a lovers joke, her other hand coming to rest naturally on his chest. She smiled up at him, and in order to keep the pretence going, he smiled what he hoped was an indulgent-looking smile down at her.
She surprised him then by reaching up and pulling his sunglasses off of his nose so she could see his eyes properly before tucking them into the back pocket of his shorts. His eyes were dark and unreadable, although Hermione could see a hint of a challenge lurking there. Who knew Severus Snape could be so playful when he wanted to be?
In return to her antics with his glasses, Severus raised an eyebrow at her and allowed his other hand to slide around her body and down to her delectable bottom. He shoved his hand into the back pocket of her shorts and smirked slightly as he felt Hermione shiver next to him.
Feeling as though he was goading her to be even more daring, Hermione slipped her hands up his chest and round his neck, one hand stroking the soft skin she found there as her other hand played with his long black hair. She found, that whilst it always looked greasy, it was actually soft and silky to the touch and she didn�t mind touching it in the least. Hermione suppressed a tired yawn and leaned her head against his chest. As she did so, one of his own hands left her bottom (she was glad � that was the part of her body that she was least comfortable with) and started stroking her hair, his hand warm against her scalp.
They stayed that way, Severus sneaking glances at the man who was still staring at them over the top of Hermione�s head until the people ahead of them in the queue began to board the boat. Severus pulled his hands away from her bottom, and laughingly removed Hermione�s own arms from his neck, where she tried to hang like a monkey upon him. She was playing the part of an affectionate wife rather well he had to admit. He smiled down at her � a genuine smile this time � and was surprised to see her smiling back up at him, her whole face lit up.
As the queue continued to move forward, Severus reached down and grabbed Hermione�s hand, leading her up to the edge of the harbour. He then courteously helped her cross the gab between the harbour and the boat, and once on the ship, he put a guiding hand on her back and thrust her forwards into the crowds of people.
�Keep walking, keep walking,� he urged quietly, glancing back over his shoulder. The man was still on the quay, but he was moving through the crowds, trying to get onto the boat as quickly as possible � it was obvious that he had lost sight of them and was desperately trying to find them again amongst the people boarding the boat. Severus continued pushing Hermione through the hoards of people until they reached the other side of the boat, where he stopped and allowed Hermione to stand against the railings of the open-air boat and look out across the calm ocean. He stood directly behind her, a hand resting on the rails either side of her body, as he continued to look around behind him for the man who seemed so intent on watching their every move.
Hermione breathed in the fresh salt air and felt the ever-present blush creeping up her cheeks. God! She had taken that pretence way too far � surely it would never look realistic now. Her blush deepened as she felt Severus press himself up against her back. He was warm and hard and strong and Hermione felt a strange desire to plunge her hands back into his silky hair.
For Severus� part, he felt his own strange and unwanted desire to place his hands back against Hermione�s bottom. He had never felt like this about his previous lovers � he supposed it was because Hermione wasn�t actually his lover. He always enjoyed a challenge, but he feared he had let himself get a little too involved in this game. But still, this slip of a girl had the most delectable arse he had ever seen, or indeed, felt! Gritting his teeth together against the ridiculous urge to touch her again, he glanced over his shoulder � the man was nowhere to be seen now.
Once all the passengers had safely boarded the ship, the boat pulled slowly away from the harbour. Realising that they were stood next to a large box containing life jackets that other people were already sitting upon, Hermione slid out of the barrier made by Severus� hands on either side of her and tried to push herself up onto the box which was slightly taller than waist height.
She found, however, that it was too hard to lift her own body up that high and was just about to give up when she suddenly felt warm hands around her waist, and before she knew what was happening, she found herself being hoisted easily up onto the box.
She looked down slightly and her hands fell onto Severus� shoulders, keeping him close to her despite the fact he had not tried to move away. Her legs had opened of their own accord again as he had lifted her, as though she suffered an unconscious urge to wrap her legs about his waist, and so he was, once again, stood directly between her legs, his lower body pressed tight against the box, his upper body pressed tight against her.
�Thank you,� she murmured softly. He inclined his head at her.
�Quite all right, Hermione,� he muttered. He then went to move away from her and back to stand by the railings of the boat, but as he did so, Hermione saw over the top of Severus� head that the man was approaching them again. Realising Severus was pulling away from her, Hermione did the only thing she could think of � she reached out with both hands, grasped his face and brought it to hers, pressing her lips tightly against his.
Severus stood stock still for a moment in shock as Hermione kissed him. Her expression had told him that she had seen the man again, and he had to admit, she reacted quite well in a crisis � if the man saw them now, he would likely believe that they were lovers.
Coming to his senses suddenly, and realising Hermione�s lips were still on his, Severus quickly put his arms around her and took control of the kiss, realising she didn�t know what to do. He moved his lips gently against hers until she relaxed slightly, and then, before he could get a grip on himself, his tongue darted out and traced the seam of her lips.
She gasped softly into his mouth, but her lips fell open to allow his tongue entrance, and he snaked it into her mouth softly and smoothly, finding her own tongue and caressing it. His eyes fell closed as she responded to him in a deliciously innocent way, and one of his hands managed to find its way back down to her deliciously rounded bottom.
Hermione closed her eyes blissfully as she felt his hand upon her bottom once again. She had never been kissed like this before � had barely been kissed at all � it was like something from a film. She melted into his arms, not caring that there were hundreds of people all around them � suddenly all that mattered was that Severus Snape kept kissing her in that way that made her feel weak all over.
Severus came to his senses suddenly as he heard a wolf-whistle, followed by the laughter of teenaged boys, and pulled away, panting slightly. He looked over at them crossly, which just served to increase their amusement. Looking swiftly over his shoulder, he realised the man had once again disappeared.
He turned back to Hermione to see her biting her lip and looking rather nervous. Knowing this could give them away if the man returned, Severus leant forward and pressed a small, chaste kiss against her soft lips before trailing more kisses up her jaw to her ear, feeling her shiver again and again.
�Don�t look so nervous,� he muttered as he reached her ear, pressing a kiss against her earlobe, which made Hermione want to throw her head back with the pleasure of it. Instead, she nodded as he drew back from her and pushed a bit of hair that had fallen in his face out of his way.
�Thank you,� he murmured darkly, and although he had been going to move away, he stayed where he was for the rest of the journey, her knees still on either side of his hips.
As they approached Capri, the boat slowed down and they both had the opportunity to admire the beauty of the Island. They could see Capri town at the top of the hill that made up the central part of the Island. The view was amazing, with the sparkling turquoise sea beneath and the pure blue sea above.
Hermione sighed contentedly, despite the embarrassment still lingering within her. After all, this was just another part of her mission for the Order, she told herself � she couldn�t let Professor Dumbledore down. And she had never been the sort of person to do anything by halves anyway.
They soon reached the harbour at Capri and Severus helped Hermione down from the box and, holding her hand, led her off the boat with a quick, �Grazie�, at the cabin boy.
Once on dry land again, Hermione and Severus were quickly able to loose themselves amongst the busy and excited holidaymakers who were milling around the harbour. Severus quickly led Hermione over to a dark corner by the harbour wall and wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck so they could talk without that man, or anybody else, suspecting anything of them.
�Do you think he is a Death Eater?� Hermione whispered as she wrapped her own arms around Severus� neck.
�I don�t know,� he replied, his voice muffled in her neck. �It�s a possibility. I think we should go up to the town � it�s the only way to get to the Gardens of Augustus where the murder happened.�
Hermione nodded in agreement and they set off together towards the tram station where they could get a ride up to the top of the hill.
When they eventually fought their way into a carriage, they found it to be even more crowded than the boat had been and there was only one small seat left in the corner of the carriage. Immediately, Severus sat down upon it and pulled Hermione onto his knee as if she were a child, his arms around her waist to keep her in place.
Hermione felt a slight bubble of anger rise up inside her at that � the man was no longer anywhere to be seen, and she vaguely resented being treated like that; as if she were no more than a child or a piece of baggage. Maybe she would have preferred to stand, but he couldn�t even be bothered to ask. Or maybe it would have been nice for him to have been a gentleman and offered the seat to her first instead of automatically taking it himself.
By the time they reached the top of the hill and Severus pushed her unceremoniously off of his lap, Hermione was feeling distinctly frosty towards the man who was now striding ahead through Capri town, leaving her, as usual, to trail behind him.
As she walked through the town at her own pace, Hermione took the time to admire the gorgeous architecture of the town � there were some utterly gorgeous buildings in Italy, and she couldn�t understand how Severus could walk so carelessly past them, not even pausing for a second. And the shops � Hermione wasn�t the sort of girl whose life revolved around clothes or shopping, but she certainly enjoyed this activity now and again. She vowed to herself that were she ever rich, she would come back to Capri and treat herself to some of the gorgeous designer clothes she saw all around her.
When Hermione finally reached the other side of the town and therefore the Gardens of Augustus, Severus was waiting impatiently for her, leaning against some railings and smoking a cigarette. As he saw her draw near, he dropped the cigarette and ground it into the ground with his heel. Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste.
�Come on, the place is just down here,� he told her in snappish tones and Hermione rolled her eyes, pleased to note that he appeared to be back to his normal self after that brief interlude of niceness. Nevertheless, she followed him down the steep path that led through the gardens and when he stopped and crouched down to inspect the ground near a clump of bushes, Hermione looked down over the steep cliff edge a few yards away and admired the jagged but beautiful rock formations carved by the sea thousands of years ago.
Suddenly, just as she was about to turn back to Severus, something grabbed her ankle and pulled hard so she fell down onto the ground. What she fell onto was too soft to be the ground however, and as she fell it made a slight grunt. Hermione looked up in surprise to see that she had landed atop Severus, but before she could say anything, he had pressed his lips passionately to hers.
He kissed her forcefully, plunging his tongue into her mouth as if trying to vent his anger on her. She tried to sit up but he wrapped his arms tightly around her preventing her from moving as he ravished her mouth.
A moment later, he pulled away suddenly and sat up beneath her, his narrowed eyes glancing around. As he did so Hermione noticed that there were embracing couples dotted all over the grassy areas of the Gardens. She also noticed with increasing embarrassment that she was directly straddling Severus� lap, her arms about his neck.
�He was here,� Severus muttered, looking around them a little wildly. �I swear I�� he trailed off and, shaking his head slightly, looked at Hermione pointedly, telling her with his expression to get off of him. She scrambled to obey and he got up, gracefully unfolding his long limbs. Next to him, Hermione felt like the ugly little dumpling.
Without waiting to ask if she was all right or apologising for just grabbing her so abruptly, Severus strode off again, but Hermione stayed where she was. Something had caught her eye. Crouching down, she picked up a small piece of crumpled paper and spread it out on her knee.
�L'amore attrae l'avversione, ma l'avversione attrae l'avversione�, it read and Hermione frowned, sure she had seen those words written somewhere else�
Her head jerked up, however, at the sound of Severus calling her impatiently. He was stood a few yards away, talking to an elderly Italian man. She dropped the piece of paper back under the bush and stood up, walking quickly over to Severus, knowing he would only get himself into a worse mood if she kept him waiting. A little niggling part of her hated herself for obeying him so docilely when he had been so vile to her.
�Ah, there you are,� he said distractedly as he read a bit of paper in his hand. He looked up at her. �That man knew the man who was killed. He was called Giovanni. This was his address. I believe we may be able to find evidence there that will tell us whether or not he was a wizard.�
And with that he was off again, and Hermione fought to catch up with his long strides, wanting nothing more than to go back to the hotel, have some lunch and a nice cool drink and then take a long dip in the pool.
***
It took the pair nearly half an hour to reach Giovanni�s house. It was situated right on the top of the hill, in the opposite direction to the one they had just come from. By the time they reached the front door of the small villa, Hermione was exhausted; sweat pouring down her face and her breath coming in panting gasps as she fought for oxygen. Severus on the other hand had barely broken into a sweat � he looked as cool and as comfortable as a cucumber. Hermione glowered at him as he stalked around the house and rattled the doorknob, trying to find a way into the house. As he did so Hermione looked around in paranoia, sure the man would suddenly appear from behind a bush any minute.
Hermione almost laughed. It was so obvious he wasn�t used to doing anything without magic. But then why would he be? He surprised her then though, because with one quick glance around to check nobody was about, Severus walked up to the door and slammed his shoulder against it, once, twice�.
And the door swung open. A self-satisfied smirk on his face, Severus wandered casually through it, Hermione following him slowly as she gazed around herself. Giovanni may have only been dead a few days, but no one had lived in this house for a very long time.
The floorboards squeaked as they walked slowly through the house, Severus searching for any clues that could lead them to believe that Giovanni had been a wizard, and therefore, a likely target for Death Eaters. Everything in the house was covered in a thick layer of dust and grime, and there were mouse droppings all over the floor. From the noises coming from above them, Hermione suspected there were also birds nesting in the roof.
Together, they searched the house from top to bottom � looking for anything that might be a definite clue � spell books, wizarding awards, a wand�
But it was to no avail. Two hours later they left the property, tired, despondent, dirty and no better off than they had been before. They walked miserably back down the path that had taken them up to the house, immensely glad that it was downhill all the way.
When they finally dragged their exhausted bodies onto the tram to go back down to the harbour, the sun was fading rapidly in the sky. Hermione was pleased that the tram was almost deserted for this trip � she and Severus were both able to have their own seat this time. The journey felt a lot longer than it had done that morning, and Hermione was glad when they were able to get off the cramped and airless vehicle.
Instead of heading over to the harbour to catch the boat back to the mainland however, Severus got off the tram and walked over to a caf� on the promenade and sat down, glaring at Hermione until she complied with his wishes and followed him over, sitting down opposite him at the small outside table he had chosen.
�What are you doing?� she asked in annoyance as he beckoned the waiter over.
�What does it look like, Miss Granger? Taking a dip in a pond? I�m having a drink, girl.�
And with that he ordered two whiskeys and slumped back in his chair, raising a hand to rub his forehead. He was hot and tired and the headache forming between his eyes wasn�t doing his mood any favours either. All he wanted to do was go back home, but from the lack of results they had gained today, it looked as though they would be staying at least a few more days in this wretched place.
Hermione watched Severus as their drinks arrived. He slugged back his in one gulp and then closed his eyes in apparent happiness. Moments later he opened them and frowned slightly at her. Her glass was still on the table, untouched.
�Drink up girl,� he stated, smirking slightly at her and Hermione knew instinctively that he was challenging her to. She shook her head � they had missed lunch and she would only be dizzy and light-headed for the rest of the evening if she drank on an empty stomach. Not to mention the fact that it would probably make her seasick on the boat.
Severus just shrugged at her refusal and leaning over, picked up her glass and drank the honey-coloured liquid inside. Then he called over to the waiter for another drink.
Hermione sat silently opposite Severus as he drunk his way through glass after glass of whiskey. She had to admit though � he could hold his alcohol remarkable well � he must have had far too much to drink already but he barely seemed tipsy.
It was at this moment however, as Severus lurched up from his seat and muttered to her that they should get on a ferry, that Hermione noticed with a barely suppressed giggled that Severus was already developing a typical English man�s tan � tanned forearms, neck and calves, and laughably pale upper arms, thighs and torso. Her smile faded however as she realised what it was that was different about Severus (she knew there had been something) - his left forearm was completely clear. It didn�t show a trace of the Dark Mark.
�Must just be a very clever glamour,� she thought. �There�s certainly no doubt about whether or not he�s got the ability to create such a complex and long-lasting spell.�
Leaving her seat and putting enough euros on the table to cover the bill and a small tip, Hermione followed Severus, too lost in her thoughts to get annoyed that he had just walked off and left her to pay for his drinks. She noticed that the amount of liquor he had consumed was now starting to show; as he walked he stumbled slightly now and again, and tended to veer off to the left sometimes.
She quickly caught up with him and grabbed his arm, tossing it around her shoulders to balance him, as he was walking perilously close to the side of the harbour, and she didn�t trust him to not fall in. They reached the boarding area quickly and got on a boat with relative ease, Hermione showing their tickets to the cabin boy and glancing around to check that the man was no where to be seen.
Once on board the boat, Hermione propped Severus up against the box she had sat upon earlier and left him there so she could lean over the railings of the ship. She felt vaguely disgusted with his behaviour. Back at Grimmauld Place a year ago, Molly had once told Hermione that Severus drank a wretched amount � probably so he could forget about all his problems for once. She had divulged this after Hermione saw Severus go up to his room clutching a large bottle of Firewhiskey and a tumbler on one of the rare occasions when he stayed at the Order Headquarters. The next morning Molly and Hermione had found the empty bottle when they cleaned out the bins in the Headquarters and he had been in a vile mood for the rest of the following day, staying cooped up in his room with the light off, and only emerging for the cups of coffee that Hermione left outside his door. Annoyance long forgotten flared up in her as she remembered that, although he obviously didn�t know it was her who had left the coffee, he had never said thank you to anyone for them � not even Molly, and she would have been the most likely candidate for such a gesture.
Then, she had felt sorry for him, realising that his drinking was just a coping mechanism � they all had them now that everyday was practically a fight for survival � Hermione ate as much chocolate as she could, Harry and Ron went out to Muggle clubs every night and took girls back to their flats with them, Molly spent all day cleaning Grimmauld Place from top to bottom even when it wasn�t dirty, and then spent all evening locked up in the sitting room with her family, after making dinner for all the members staying at the Headquarters at that particular time.
But now�now his drinking just seemed pathetic � the pathetic need of a man in his forties who was disillusioned with life and couldn�t be bothered to carry on fighting. She knew this description wasn�t true of Severus in the slightest, but after his drinking tonight she couldn�t help thinking it. And his smoking. The combination of the two meant that Hermione barely recognised the man who had terrorised her and her friends in his dungeon classroom for so long all those years ago.
Sighing slightly, Hermione looked back to Capri as the boat quickly crossed the distance to the mainland. It looked like they would be spending more time there than they had planned.
***
Through his drink-addled brain, Severus found himself staring once again at Hermione�s delightful rear-end. She was bent over slightly to lean on the railings, and Severus found himself moving forwards almost without realising what he was doing. He sidled up to her back and pressed himself fully along it.
Hermione jumped as she felt Severus push himself up against her back. She looked quickly around, assuming that Severus had seen the man following them again. She frowned however, as she realised he was nowhere to be seen � indeed, no one seemed to be paying them any attention whatsoever.
�Severus, the man�s not here,� she muttered to him in confusion as she felt his hands on her bottom again and his lips briefly touching the back of her neck. His touch made her shiver, and he chuckled darkly to himself as she did so.
�I know,� he murmured; slipping one hand around her waist and up, up, until he�
Anger flared up inside Hermione as his hand touched her breast. Who the hell was he to take advantage of her like this? She spun round in his arms, ready to give him a piece of her mind, but before she was able to, he fastened his lips onto hers.
Unlike the kisses they had shared earlier in the day, there was no unleashed passion or sweet gentleness in this kiss � it was a drunken man�s kiss: wet and sloppy and entirely off-putting. And his hands were still roaming all over her body as if he had a right to do that!
In contrast to Hermione�s outrage, Severus (in his drunken state) was feeling rather pleased with himself. He chuckled into the kiss � he had been so right when he thought that this was a body he wanted to get his hands on! Indeed, he wanted to get more than his hands on her�as he thought this he felt blood begin to rush to his nether regions and he groaned into her mouth.
Hermione felt the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently into her tummy and she wanted to shriek. Instead, she managed to detach his lips from hers, and, pulling back with an expression of utmost fury on her normally placid features, she slapped him hard around the face.
Severus stumbled back in shock, his hand pressed against his face where Hermione had slapped him. The slap served to sober him up almost completely, and instead of lust for the girl stood fuming in front of him, Severus felt a sudden desire to walk up to her, grab her throat and throttle her.
He turned away from her, not wanting to look at her and stood with his arms folded across his chest, flexing his jaw slightly. Despite his anger, he had to give it to her that she could fight back rather well should she ever need to.
Hermione turned away from him as well, watching as the boat slowed and manoeuvred into Sorrento harbour. All she wanted to do now was go home and get into her bed and cry. And she wanted her mum; she wanted her mum so badly�
Brushing tears away from her face angrily, Hermione stalked off the ship, not bothering to even look back and see if Severus was coming too. He was, although he walked a few paces behind her, keeping his strides deliberately short, and when they got on a bus to take them back to the hotel, they sat at opposite ends.
Hermione stared determinedly out of the window, as Severus did the same at the other end of the bus, neither wanting to look or talk to the other. Hermione�s turbulent emotions ricocheted around in her head � she wanted her mum, she wanted to cry, she wanted to laugh with the irony of it all, she wanted to scream at him for being such an arrogant pig-head�
For Severus� part, he would have been quite happy to never see the girl again. Despite the anger he felt towards her, he also felt embarrassment niggling inside him � he had made a fool of himself. The rational part of his brain didn�t blame her for slapping him, had the situation been the other way around, he would probably have done something much worse. Then again, he wasn�t entirely sure that he would have turned Hermione away had she been the one to come onto him. There was that delectable arse after all�
By the time they disembarked the bus outside their hotel, Severus and Hermione had managed to work themselves up into ridiculous states of anger and annoyance, caused by their confused and contradicting emotions. As soon as she stepped off the bus, Hermione stormed off up the stairs to their room.
Severus couldn�t bring himself to follow immediately. The last thing he wanted to do was sleep in the same bed as that girl after he had made such a fool of himself. Pulling out his cigarettes he lit one and allowed it to relax him slightly. He took his time finishing it, and then walked as slowly as he possibly could up to their room.
As he entered, however, he was slapped in the face yet again by a pile of his clothes, thrown by a crazed looking Hermione who was stood by the bed, her hands on her hips and his clothes in piles around the floor.
�What do you think you�re doing?� she shrieked as Severus closed the door behind him. He winced momentarily, but then his own anger flared up inside him at her attitude.
�What the hell do you think you�re doing?� he roared and Hermione looked taken aback for a minute. She soon retorted though.
�Throwing you out, you bastard! Do you seriously think I�m going to share a room, let alone a bed, with you?�
Severus strode forward, red blinding his vision. He grabbed her forearm.
�Hermione ��
�I think you�ll find that it�s Miss Granger to you, Professor! Get your hands off of me, you pervert!� she screamed at him and Severus raised his hand, ready to hit her as she stared up at him defiantly, as if daring him to do his worst.
In their anger, neither of them heard the small pop of apparation.
�I�m sorry, I appear to interrupting something.�
Hermione and Severus� heads spun round in shock, still forming a repulsive sort of tableau.
�Dumbledore!�
�Albus!�
�Severus, Hermione. I see you�re getting along well.�
Severus� hand dropped lamely to his side as he came to his senses upon seeing Dumbledore stood calmly in their hotel room. Hermione moved away from him and his grip on her wrist went limp, allowing her to escape. They now both wore expressions of embarrassment.
Severus cleared his throat awkwardly.
�I�m afraid we haven�t had much luck so far, Albus, but��
Severus trailed off as Dumbledore held up a hand to cut him off. Severus and Hermione noticed for the first time how tired and old Dumbledore looked and they knew instinctively that Dumbledore hadn�t come to ask them about their progress in their mission or to give them further instructions.
�My children, I�m afraid I have some very bad news.�
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