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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 List
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Disclaimer - I own
nothing! I�m just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!

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Chapter 4

A
week had gone by since the drama and chaos at Hogwarts.

For
the nth time that week, Hermione was drunk as hell. She was sprawled down on
the living room floor, with her Jack Daniel�s in hand. She was quite enjoying
the silence of the house, having purposely turned off her mobile phone, and
ripped the chord from her land line. No doubt it was Alan that had been trying
to call her the past few days.

Hermione
clutched her right hand to herself as it spasmed again. It hurt as hell. She
hadn�t gone to her physical therapist and didn�t feel like it. She didn�t feel
like doing much at all and just locked herself up at home. Good thing she had a
few box fulls of Jack Daniel�s in the pantry. She wasn�t going to run low on
them any time soon, after all, ordering them was really just a phone call away.
That�d be the only time she�d turn on her phones to use and order her well
needed alcohol.

�Hermione!�
a familiar voice shouted after several rings of her doorbell. Next, there were
a few loud bangs on the wood of her front door.

�I�m
not here!� Hermione shouted back. She closed her eyes in annoyance. The stupid
sounds were echoing in her ear drums. She placed her palms over her ears, and wished
that Alan would go away soon. When she opened her eyes, she groaned, seeing two
wizards towering over her. The looks on their faces were anything but pleasant.

�You
weren�t joking about her alcoholism,� Severus sneered in disgust as he looked
down at Hermione.

�How
the hell did you get in here?� Hermione spat in frustration.

�Are
you forgetting that I do have my own set of keys?� Alan said waving the objects
annoyingly a few feet above her face. �Anyways, Severus here also has a set of
his own since he will be staying with you.�

�What?�
Hermione asked as she tried to sit up, her hands pushing up. She was too drunk
to even get up on her own, and just fell back down onto the floor. �He�s not
staying with me!� Hermione said as she pointed up at Alan. �And I don�t work
for you anymore,� she said, pointing up at Severus.

�You�re
too bloody drunk,� Severus said in annoyance as he squatted down onto the
floor, placing his hands beneath her shoulders, and pulled her up.

�Fuck
you!� Hermione slurred as she tried to push the man off behind her, with her
arms flailing in the air. �I don�t need a baby sitter!�

Alan
too squatted down, but in front of Hermione. He grasped her chin in his hand,
making her look at him. �You listen well Hermione, and you listen good,� he
demanded in a firm voice. �You still work for me. I am giving you the
opportunity to still keep your position and career, and let me tell you other
employers will not do the same. You will work with Severus day in and day out.
I know how workaholic you can be, and I want you to get back into the rhythm of
things.�

Hermione
tried to squirm away, but the pair of arms that were holding her from behind
was just too strong.

Alan
cupped her face strongly, but not painfully in his hand, making Hermione look
at him again. �Severus will be staying with you since I cannot watch over you
twenty-four hours a day. You have two spare bedrooms, which is more than enough
room for you. You will also attend your physical therapy sessions. I will not
allow you missing another one.�

�You
can�t tell me what to do!� Hermione said in anger. �This is my home, and you�re
trespassing. I�ll have you arrested. I don�t work for you anymore!�

�Oh
really?� Alan asked. �And what will you do if I have you locked up in rehab
until you get your alcoholism knocked out of your system?�

Hermione
narrowed her eyes at Alan. He wouldn�t dare!

�Just
as I thought,� Alan smirked. �Now I have to go to the office.� He stood up and
straightened out his clothes. �Make sure she�s at least cleaned up before going
to work tomorrow,� he told Severus, before leaving Hermione�s home.

�Come
on, up!� Severus grunted as he stood up on his feet, pulling Hermione up with
him. She was almost like dead weight, putting no effort until she was on her feet.
Still, he had to burden most of her weight as she sagged against him. He wasn�t
at all a single bit pleased about the situation he was in. Staying in a hotel
was the option he would�ve gone for. But no, after all, it was still Hermione.
Even though he was still angry at her, he had to make sure that she was
alright.

Hermione
groaned. The sudden jolt of movement made everything spin, including her
stomach. When she was forced to turn around, she suddenly vomited out the
contents of her stomach.

Severus
closed his eyes in absolute disgust. The liquid that had come out of Hermione
smelled awful, as it was a mix of her alcohol and stomach acid. He couldn�t
remember the last time he was puked on. He always kept his distance from
students when he noticed the green looks on their faces in potions classes
before. He opened his eyes only to see Hermione�s half lidded open ones.

�Why
do you smell sour?� Hermione slurred as she slumped forward. She didn�t notice
that her face had landed on his chest, and some of the remnants of the vomit.
She smiled against his shirt. It felt so good to be held by him, after the
longest of time. In no time, she passed out.

�Gods,
dammit Hermione!� Severus said through clenched teeth. He lifted her in his
arms. A heavy burden is what she was, and not just physically. With her head
hanging low, along with her arms, Severus ascended the stairs in a sideway
stance so that Hermione wouldn�t hit the railings with her head.

Upstairs,
Severus quickly found the master bedroom, and walked into the bathroom. Seeing
the tub, he headed towards that direction immediately, and placed Hermione in
it. He then reached for the cold water tap, and turned it on full swing.

�What
the�� Hermione sputtered, jerking in the shower, trying to cover herself. The
water and the tiles were not a good combination. �Fucking hell, its freezing!�

�As
it should be,� Severus sneered. He remained squatting at the edge of the tub,
not bothering the slightest bit that he was slightly getting wet with minor
thrashing that Hermione was having.

Hermione
glared at Severus. �Fuck you Severus! Why don�t you just let me be and leave?!�

�Because
I promised Alan that I wouldn�t.�

Hermione
snorted. �Oh really? How much is he paying you to babysit me? Must be a lot
since you�re here in front of me.� Suddenly she was jerked towards Severus, her
face almost touching his.

�I
am doing you a favor Hermione,� Severus said through clenched teeth. His fists
tightened in the front of her soaked shirt. �Research is never about money, but
passion, and being able to help wizard kind. I thought I taught you that?�

�It
must�ve slipped my mind long time ago. Or I must�ve vomited out that piece of information
when I was drunk. I don�t seem to remember,� Hermione said, just as strongly as
he spoke, with the same amount of anger in her voice.

Reluctantly,
Severus let go of Hermione�s shirt, making her sag back into the tub. �Who the
bloody hell are you? This isn�t you Hermione.�

�And
you know who I am?� Hermione scoffed at him. �Then tell me who I am since
you�re such a fucking expert at it.�

Severus
shook his head in disbelief. �Before, I used to hate you. Now, I just pity you,
to the lowest degree.�

Severus�s
words, hit Hermione, and made her teary immediately. Luckily they were mixing
up with the water on her cheeks. She didn�t want him to know that she was
crying. �Then why don�t you hate me? It�ll make things easier for you,�
Hermione said brokenly.

�You�re
the one that ruined things, not me. Do not
forget that,� Severus said. He then stood up and left her alone.

Curled
up in a ball, as the water continued to cascade down on her, Hermione cried her
eyes out. She put herself down and told herself that she deserved it. Her life
was shit. She wasn�t going to complain about it. Nothing seemed to go right
anymore.

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�Dinner�s
ready,� Severus announced as he walked into Hermione�s bedroom. Instead of
finding her awake, he saw that she was sound asleep on her bed.

Hermione
was lying on her side, hugging a pillow as if she was hugging someone else.
Since she was only wearing her knickers, more of the scars from her accident
were visible. There were numerous scars on her back, on the right side of her
body, and even some on front of her body right below her right breasts.

Severus�s
mouth gaped open in surprise. Alan had explained to him how Hermione�s accident
had happened. He imagined the scars, and knew how bad werewolf attacks could
get. But actually seeing them was a different story. He sat down on the edge of
her bed, and looked at her body.

There
was a tug at his heart. It seemed like she was so vulnerable. Something he had
never seen with Hermione. She was always headstrong and brave. The Hermione
that he had met all over again was someone different altogether. Drunkard,
broken, and he hated to say it, cowardly as well. He touched her skin, his
fingers dancing of the bumps of what once he knew was soft and smooth. What had
happened to her that made her turn out this way?

Severus
turned his head towards the nightstand. A few things on it had caught his
attention. In a small picture frame, there was a picture of him and Hermione
taken nine years ago he remembered. The both of them dancing were dancing
closely and looking at each other with warm smiles. That night he remembered
vividly. He hated Yule Balls and chaperoning the students. Hermione however was
the highlight for him. She wore a navy blue dress, which made her look like a
goddess.

A
frown went on Severus�s brow as he saw a flower holder, with two red roses. One
rose was dead, its petals having the darkest shade or maroon, as it wilted. The
other one was bright and red and perfect, but something was a little off about
it. He reached out and touched it�it was a fake. Why would she have a fake red
rose, and a real one that was dead and wilting?

There
was a pet name he had for her when they were together. Severus used to call her
�My Rose.� Every week, with no avail, he would give her a single red rose. Hermione
had always seemed perfect to him before, like she was the most perfect rose in
the whole world. Until�

Remembering
the past with her pained him. He didn�t want to remember it, anything of it�the
good and the bad. She had penetrated into his heart deeper than anyone could,
and broke it.

��Severus�� Hermione murmured softly as she
snuggled into her pillow a little more.

Severus
turned his attention towards Hermione. He frowned when he wondered why in the
world she would call to him in her sleep.

Not
wanting to stay a second later because of the many questions that were building
up behind his head, Severus reached for the sheets, tucking Hermione beneath
them. Just before exiting the room, he turned the light switch off and silently
closed the door behind her.

Outside
Severus stood, with his hand still on the doorknob. He massaged his temples in
frustration and confusion. He had a feeling that he shouldn�t have accepted
Alan�s offer.

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