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Hello, one and all. My deepest apologies for such a late posting. I haven't been feeling all that good this week. I still don't feel 100%, but I felt so guilty about not posting the next chapter on time. Thanks for hanging in there. Hopefully I'll be as right as rain soon. Thank you and as usual, please review.

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Chapter Five

            Hermione sat in the empty greenhouse, the smoke of her hash cigarette lingering in the air around her like a fog. Absently she thought of what kind of plants should be planted there, as a way to find some sort of new way to relax. Everything aside, getting intoxicated only got one so far.

            “Hash, Miss Granger? How retro of you,” Severus said as he joined her.

            “Want some?” she inquired, holding the drug out to him in offering.

            “I’d thought you’d never ask,” he murmured, taking it from her. “Smooth.”

            They both were silent a moment before she inquired, “Mandrakes?”

            He looked around and replied, “Takes up too much room and at this time of year growers are practically giving full grown mandrakes away before they go foul or forced to have to dry them for other applications.”

            “Why is that a bad thing? I thought they made quite a bit of money with the dehydrated product.”

            “They do, but getting them to that point is deadly unto itself,” he explained to her. “Herbalists doing so usually specialize only in doing that because it takes such specialized equipment, training, and the ability to feel nothing when you lose staff quite frequently.”

            “Ouch,” she whispered, taking back the cigarette and taking a drag. “The more I learn about herbology, the more I think Neville is either the luckiest bastard I know or is genuinely gifted when it comes to plants.”

            “I vote for the first,” he murmured.

            “Honestly, I think it’s a bit of both,” she told him. “Did you hear about what happened to him last year with that dragon’s tooth plant?”

            “Now that’s a lovely plant,” Severus said.

            “Yes that it is, but Neville and Hannah are just lucky that plant was an unweaned, toothless juvenile and didn’t bite it clean off.”

            “It?” he asked, as she passed the cigarette to him once again.

            “You know what I meant,” she said with a bit of a leer. Hermione chuckled as Severus crossed his legs, as if protecting himself from the same said plant. “Like I said, I do believe it’s a bit of both.”

            “Why did you kiss me?” he asked.

            Okay, Hermione, tell the lie you came up with when you woke up this morning and realized you had kissed the man.

            “I wanted to.” That wasn’t it. “It seemed the thing to do.” That wasn’t it either. “You have a very nice mouth.” Oh for Merlin sake, shut up! “I’m totally incapable of lying when I’m stoned.”

            “That’s a good thing to know,” he said, turning to face her more fully and saw that she was blushing hotly. “Do you want me?”

            “How?” she asked. “That question is vague.”

            Rolling his eyes, he said, “You really are far too honest when intoxicated.” Standing up, he went over to her and pulled her to her feet. Taking the cigarette from her, he dropped it to the ground and put it out with his foot. Looking straight into her eyes, he asked her, “Do you want to have sex with me?”

            Moving closer to him, she breathed, “Sex is too placid a word for the breath and depth of what I want with and from you.” Hermione stepped back sighing, “But I’m a selfish bitch. Just ask Victor or Ron. They both told me I expected too much from them, but not once did they even ask what I was willing to give back in turn.”

            “What?” he demanded quietly.

            “Everything,” she answered as she walked to the door. “All they had to do was to ask.”

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            His blood was on fire for her. Never in his life had he ever had that reaction towards any woman before—not even Lilly. He sat in the darkened corner of the room watching as both Hermione and Draco worked with Lucius on spells that would help him get around the house without someone leading him. His eyes never moved off of her as she worked, wanting to go over there and pull her off to another room to have her alone.

            “Mr. Malfoy, the spell work is on the shoes you’re wearing as well as the floorboards. No one other than you will be effected. I don’t understand why you’re having difficulty with doing this testing to assure it works.”

            “That’s house elves work!” he declared.

            Severus nearly groaned out loud when the older blond said that. His son winced and stepped back away, attempting to escape from the looks of him. Wise boy, the potion master thought as he looked over to the witch whose hair was now crackling with her ire.

            “Let me remind you, sir, that without your house elves that currently you’d be wallowing in your own filth,” she hissed, going over to him. “And it isn’t for them to test out this spell, as they don’t need it. They know how to get from room to room without aid. You, on the other hand, have it in your stubborn head that you are beyond your own fallibility.” She grabbed him by his jacket and attempted to shake him. “You are blind!” Hermione released him. “And that fact should prove one thing beyond anything else, Mr. Malfoy.” She walked away, but stopped and snarled, “Welcome to your humanity.”

            “Don’t you walk away from me!” he screamed, as he heard her leaving.

            Her only response to this was the muggle two finger solute. Lovely, Severus thought, as he walked over to Lucius.

            “Are you happy now? Proud that you didn’t lower yourself to…what was it that you said again?” he inquired, sarcasm dripping off of his words like treacle.

            “Oh shut it,” Lucius muttered. “Where did she go?”

            “I haven’t a clue,” Severus said sourly. “And something tells me that in the mood you put her in, she’ll be hexing first.”

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            Severus found Hermione in the kitchen indulging with a plate full of biscuits, chocolate covered digestives, and hot cocoa with whipped cream. She looked over to the dark man as he moved silently to sit next to her.

            “I’ve now attempted drink, drugs, and now food.” She bit into the cookie that she had soaking in the chocolaty hot milk. “I do believe none of them worked, but at least two of them were somewhat enjoyable.”

            “Worked how?” he inquired.

            “To make me feel better,” she told him. “I am rather valiantly trying to bolster my spirits and gain some vain comfort that I am here to do some good.” She picked up a digestive, deep in thought as she asked, “Has Lucius dealt with any of the emotional baggage of the attack?”

            “What do you mean?” he asked, his eyes glued to her mouth as she absently licked the chocolate free of her pink lips.

            “He needs to deal with the emotions of not only the attack, but the loss of his wife and his sight,” she told him. “If he doesn’t go through and deal with them, he might never be able to get to the point of accepting what he must.”

            “We need to find a counter-curse for the spell,” he told her.

            “Yes, but in the meantime he has to function, doesn’t he? Biscuit?”

            “No thank you.” He moved closer to her, murmuring, “Tell me. Do you have a list you’re intending to go through from top to bottom of activities in an attempt to feel better?”

            “I thought I did have a list, but honestly I’ve gotten to the point where I think I’m making it up as I go along,” she stated. “Like I said, I’ve tried getting drunk and stoned. Comfort food felt like a natural evolution from those things.” She took another bite of the chocolate digestive. “After two biscuits and a few sips of the cocoa, it lost its appeal I’m afraid.” She dropped the cookie onto the saucer of her cup. “I’ve found only one true cure, so to say, for what I’ve been rather poorly dealing with so far.”

            “What would that be?” he inquired.

            Rubbing her brow, she muttered, “Why couldn’t I have gotten drunk tonight?” She took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eyes, and replied, “Fucking, but I apparently am too demanding and I...”

            “Tell me,” he whispered hoarsely. “Tell me and it is yours.”

TBC...

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There you go. Chapter five is up. I'll keep attempting to post promptly.

Okay, here it is. Time for Famous Last Words: Movie Edition! The answer to the last one was Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, spoken by Barbossa (Geoffrey Rush), and directed by Gore Verbinski. Truffles go out to goldhorse, who knew all three! Cookies go out to QuinnAgain, ChaosLady, Kaida, and Weeping_Angel, who knew the movie and the character!!!

Time for the next quote! "And I'm Amber Atkins for WAZB News. Goodnight." Needless to say, since the name of the character that spoke it is in the quote, please name the actress.

Okay, here are your clues! This film is a dark comedic moccumentery following the girls along with their families participating in a local beauty pageant before going to state and nationals for the Sarah Rose Cosmetics Mount Rose American Teen Princess Pageant. There you go. Hope you guys are doing well. Sorry once again about the late posting, but it couldn't be helped. Thanks for your patience. Have a wonderful day.
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