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Two Roses	By : triz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Hermione
was seated on a stool in the Three Broomsticks. It was the closest drinking
place to Hogwarts. On the way, she had quickly chugged down the contents of the
bottle from Albus�s office, already having had a few
more glasses of scotch, which now was empty before her. She had been at the bar
for about two hours or so.

Rosemareta wasn�t forgetful and knew exactly who
Hermione was. Never had she forgotten a student that had stepped into her
establishment in all her life. It was shocking to see Hermione with the way she
looked, seeing the partial scar on her cheek. With the sunglasses and all, it
was hard to study things completely. What shocked her all the more was how much
the woman was able to drink. Hermione managed to hold herself up better than
many of the male wizards that were her regulars. By her judgment, it was too
much alcohol for anyone to consume, and unhealthy. The Hermione that was
sitting in front of her wasn�t the Hermione that she knew before.

�Give
me another glass will you Rosie?� Hermione said with a slight slur as she
banged her empty glass down onto the wood. Her head throbbed painfully as she
felt tipsier than earlier. She placed her head down on her bicep, as her arms
stretched on the counter.

The
barkeep ignored Hermione�s order and went inside the kitchen through the door
behind her. Shortly after, she walked out with a small plate in her hand,
placing it in front of Hermione.

�What
the bloody hell is that?� Hermione frowned, staring at the food in front of
her.

�It�s
a grilled cheese sandwich,� Rosemareta replied. �You
need to put something in that stomach of yours with all the liquor you�ve been
drinking. It�ll make you feel better.�

�Bollocks!�
Hermione said angrily, slamming her fist down. �I ordered another glass a
scotch, and that is what I want. Not some stinking arse
sandwich.�

Rosemareta stared at Hermione for a moment, thinking to
serve her another glass or not. Drinking hours hadn�t started yet and she could
see that her only customer was way passed drunk. Was she ever going to pass
out? And if so, when? She didn�t want Hermione to
cause a scene. Her other customers would be arriving soon no doubt as dinner
was fast approaching. She reached for the sandwich, attempting to return it
back to the kitchen, but was stopped when a hand was placed atop hers.

�Just
leave the sandwich and get my drink,� Hermione said slowly. Left alone with the
sandwich, she slowly ripped a piece of it off, and chewed on it. It was
tempting earlier, and had slightly satisfied her when she tasted it on her
tongue. A few hours ago, all she had was a bowl of cereal and seeing the
sandwich reminded her of how hungry she was.

The
past had been hunting and hurting her for eight years. She left and went to
America to start a new life, hoping to never see the people that had so much
effect on her as before, most of all, Severus. She never denied it or lied to
herself�her heart was still very much in love with the man that she once
thought she would spend the rest of her life with.

Once,
they were both so in love with each other. Nothing else mattered in the world.
One night however, things had taken a different turn. It was a mistake, a false
error on her part, but there was nothing she could do about it. Severus had
broken up with her right away, not allowing her to explain the truth. From then
on, life was never the same. Even with her success and fortune, it didn�t make
Hermione happy. She never loved again, as her love remained true to one man.

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Lucius walked into the Three Broomsticks spotting Hermione
at the bar. He had taken it to himself to look for her, knowing that she
couldn�t have gone far. After all, there was really one bar in Hogsmeade. The rest were in Diagon
Alley and Knockturn Alley. His first guess was the
one that was the closest to Hogwarts. Like Severus, he was a double spy for the
Order. He was used to tracking people down, but it didn�t take rocket science
to find her.

�What
do you want?� Hermione hissed seeing the tall, long haired wizard walk towards
him.

�I
came to see if you were doing well,� Lucius replied,
sitting himself down right next to her. He took off
his gloves and let his cane lean on the wood beneath the counter. �I told Alan
that I would look after you and bring you home later safe and sound.�

�I�m
no longer that little girl. I can look after myself,� Hermione said as she
reached for her drink that Rosemereta brought.

�Don�t
try and ignore it Hermione. There are plenty of people that care about you, not
wanting anything to harm you. I being one of them,� Lucius
said softly.

�Everyone, except for the man that means so much to
me.� Hermione could feel her
heart paining as if it were breaking all over again. Severus was still angry at
her; it was very obvious with the way he had talked to her hours ago.

�You
can�t blame him Hermione.�

�Yeah,
but everyone blames me,� Hermione said before taking a gulp from her drink. �I
admit I slept with Ron. I can�t lie about that. Severus found us in his bed, together. How do you think
that made me feel?� She shook her head, remembering that awful morning as if it
just happened earlier. �I never did well with alcohol before. Ron took me out
for a drink, and I got to drunk. He took advantage of the situation and slept
with me. I didn�t know what I was doing then. I would never cheat on Severus if I knew� never.�

�We
heard he got married to some English woman in Egypt and we all thought it was
you,� Lucius informed Hermione.

�I
didn�t go with Ron when he decided to leave. I left going elsewhere,� Hermione
said. �He and I were never together, and I never was in love with him.�

�Then
why didn�t you explain yourself?� Lucius asked. �We
never heard from you or him, thinking that the both of you started a life
elsewhere.�

�Would
it have mattered? You might have believed me, along with everyone else. Severus
though� he never would believe me Maybe, I don�t know. He never even allowed me
to explain the truth. His opinion is what matters to me, and no one else�s. So
it didn�t matter.�

Lucius noticed the empty glasses in front of Hermione,
surprised at just how much she had been drinking. �It seems like you can handle
yourself with more alcohol this time around.�

�Funny
how the thing that ruined my life has become my best friend,� Hermione said as
she raised her glass at him. She gulped down the last of its contents, savoring
the flavor in her tongue. �Though I must say, Jack Daniel�s is my favorite.
What I love about him is that he doesn�t answer back or lecture at me, giving
me a hard arse time.�

Lucius kept silent to himself not voicing out his opinion
towards Hermione and her alcoholism. There were times when he himself had
become close with the bottle, but never had he called it his best friend. He
knew where to draw the line. Clearly, Hermione didn�t, and she needed help. He
was afraid that if he said something, he wasn�t so sure how she�d react. This
wasn�t the same Hermione, and it worried him. He barely recognized her with her
very much broken and battered soul. Was it all because of the break up in the
past?

�So
where�d Alan go?� Hermione asked.

�He
went to San Francisco to get some things ready for Severus,� Lucius answered. �It took awhile to persuade him, but he
gave in eventually.�

Hermione
nodded. �I was robbed off my job then.�

�You
still have it,� Lucius informed Hermione. �I don�t
think that Alan took your words seriously. You weren�t serious were you?�

�I
was,� Hermione said not looking at Lucius. �I can�t
work. I can�t do anything. I�ll just be some alcoholic bum living off the
millions that Alan gave me over the years. Lucky me for his
generosity.�

�Severus
has agreed to work with you. The project will not continue without you.�

�It
will continue without me. I don�t want to continue being a liability to Alan,
his company, or anyone else. I don�t need anyone�s pity.�

�Is
that what you think?�

�No
Lucius,� Hermione said as she turned to face him,
�That is what I know. It is a fact. And you heard Severus earlier; he doesn�t
want to work with me.�

�Don�t
you know how much the project needs you?�

�I�ll
only slow it down, and nothing more. If I could still brew, I surely would have
found a cure already without anyone�s help.�

�Can�t
see things differently in another perspective?� Lucius
asked.

�Can�t
you see things in mine?� Hermione countered back.

�It
isn�t the end of the world. You are young and still have many years ahead of
you,� Lucius said, trying to push some rational sense
into the very stubborn witch.

�It
may not be the end of the world, but� it is the end of my career� my life,�
Hermione drawled slowly. �Don�t force things into my head Malfoy,
because you aren�t going to succeed a single bit.�

Lucius shook his head. Where was the Gryffindor witch that
he once knew? The one that helped defeat Voldemort?
�Hermione�� he paused for a moment, not really knowing how to begin on what he
was about to tell her. �Before Severus goes to San Francisco, he�ll be in Paris
for a few days. He has to inform Giselle of the job that he has taken, and talk
things out with her.�

�Giselle?� Hermione questioned. Who exactly was the
girl? She had never heard of a Giselle from anyone before, or known of any.

�Yes.
Giselle Fournier. She�s Severus�s fianc�e. Not exactly a potions mistress per
say, but she does mix perfumes for designer companies,� Lucius
informed her.

�Well,
he certainly has moved on,� Hermione said solemnly. �I however still love him,�
she mumbled out loud, not knowing that Lucuis heard
her. Her heart was breaking all over again. All false hope of Severus and her
getting back together again had just been thrown out the window. Before, they
were just a couple. They had never gotten as far as being engaged. Yes, they
did talk about marriage from time to time, but never went past that.

�I
just thought best that you�d hear it from me now then find out another way
later,� he said softly.

�It
doesn�t matter what I think, but as long as he is happy, who am I to complain,�
she sniffled. Gods how she wished she had just died in her accident instead of
surviving.

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