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The New Life	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I do think this is better. Or at least, I am more content with this chapter. Let's just get on with it shall we?

Okay. What? No. But, what?

I can feel rather than hear the silence descend around us as though the other occupants of the room are silently calculating the odds between me tearing the culprit to shreds with my bare hands and hexing them into oblivion. I am so tempted to do both that I dig my fingernails into the armrests of the chair to keep myself from doing either.

Looking up, I find Granger standing before me with an empty glass tilted in my direction. That would explain the liquid currently dripping from my nose. Like that needed any more emphasis.

She looks livid. So livid in fact that I can almost see the steam rising from her ears.

Somewhere deep down the more intoxicated parts of my brain are kicking in to high gear, trying to tell me she is quite fetching like this, her face flushed, her hair crackling with badly controlled magic, her shoulders rising and falling slowly with deliberate breaths, but the majority of my psyche is rallying the troops for a fight. Nothing gets a man sober more quickly than an undeserved drink in the face. And I have to press the point of it being undeserved. I am at a loss to what I might have done wrong this time.

"Pray tell what I have done to warrant such treatment?" I hiss through clenched teeth.

One wrong move and I know I will have her dead at my feet. I might be sorry later, but I swear she's got it coming. The collective intake of breath around the room does nothing to calm my anger. It once again reminds me we have an audience for this.

"When were you planning on telling me about the necklace?" She hisses back, bending over me to sneer in my face. Well, I have to hand it to her, it is a good sneer. Which I could match in my sleep.

"I did not deem it necessary."

Our audience is swivelling their heads from one side to the other, even though we are only inches apart. It reminds me of one of those Muggle tennis matches.
"You didn't deem it necessary?" She repeats. From the tone I can hear her gearing herself for a screaming match. This is not going to be pleasant.

"YOU DID NOT DEEM IT NECESSARY?! And who are you then? How could you let me go out in public wearing this thing? According to Daphne I came out to the entire pure-blood society as engaged to YOU!"

She unclasps the necklace and makes to throw it at me. I can't let that happen. I push myself out of the chair as fast as my aging and intoxicated body can manage and grasp the hand holding the necklace. Prying her fingers open with my other hand I take it from her and hold it up to inspect it for damage. Then I turn my gaze back on her face. "You will not be so careless with my heirlooms."

She opens her mouth once more to say something, but I won't let her.

"You shall stay quiet" I say, lowering my voice to the most dangerous whisper I can manage. I have not released her wrist yet, holding it above her head, making her standing slightly on tip-toe to avoid the pain in her shoulder.

"Now you listen." I hiss. "We are not engaged. Do you think me that desperate?"

For a moment, and a moment only, I can see something akin to pain flash through her eyes, and it's almost enough to make me sigh. First she throws a drink in my face because she thinks we're engaged, and then she is hurt because she thinks I'm rejecting the possibility? Female logic is infallible, isn't it?

"Do you truly believe me desperate enough to trick a woman 20 years my junior, a former student, into an engagement without her knowledge? What would I have done at the end of the engagement? Imperio you down the isle? Are you kidding me? I assure you that we are not bloody engaged. I did not follow any of the required rituals and traditions that make the acceptation of the necklace valid. Hell, I did not even give you the blasted necklace. It was never in my possession, let alone mine to give. And did it ever cross your book smart mind that it is not valid at all? This being a pure-blood tradition, and neither of us are pure-bloods?"

The pained look on her face makes me release her arm, but I do not move away. Not one inch.

"And to be fair, how was I to know you had the intention to wear the gaudy monstrosity in the first place? So what is your fucking problem?"

She looks me straight in the eye and spits out her reply. "You lied to me."

"I never lied. I omitted."

"It's the same thing." She counters. I almost smirk. I have her now. The overwhelming feeling of triumph might be a bit misplaced, and a bit exaggerated when it comes to the size of the victory, but I have just won this battle. In my alcohol-soaked mind it feels glorious.

I straighten up and turn away from her, carefully inspection the necklace in my hand, just so I won't have to look at anyone else in the room.

"Well, don't you feel like a right chit then?" I casually remark.

"Excuse me?" Oh, Granger, you heard me. And you must know where this is going. Raising one eyebrow, I glance back over my shoulder.

"Do tell, how did you know about this shirt."

"What?"

"Only three people know I own this particular shirt. How did you?"

"I..." she stutters "I..."

I turn my gaze back upon the necklace. Say it. In front of all of these people, in front of your family, say that you

"Someone told me about it."

I freeze for a moment, but only a moment. It is such an obvious lie. I can't believe she tried that. She is probably trying to poke my paranoia to life. And I have to admit it's stirring...

I pivot on the spot and stare at her in my best piercing gaze.

"And who was that someone?" I ask quietly.

She doesn't look me in the eyes this time. She doesn't even raise her head. Her shoulders drop and she turns and runs from the room.
Which happens to place me across from Remus shaking his head furiously, trying to tell me he didn't say a word.

For a moment I glare around the room, daring anyone to say anything, anything at all, but unfortunately no one is stupid enough to take the remainder of my anger by saying the wrong thing. I have to say that it makes me a little uncomfortable that these people know me that well. I turn on my heel and stalk out of the room, and straight through the front door into the yard. I am done with this.

Merry bloody Christmas.

@AdeliaMaggot: Why? Because I'm an idiot, and you're right, and I've changed it. Thanks for pointing that out. I probably would have caught it somewhere down the line but it is honestly a stupid mistake to make and I am sufficiently ashamed about it. Sorry for that :)
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