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Chapter Eight – Time and Space

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Hermione left Severus’ quarters in a daze; her mind went into overdrive as she simultaneously attempted to process her conversation and attempted to put some space between herself and the potions master.

Her feet carried her away from the foreboding darkness of the dungeons and into the large entrance hall of Hogwarts.

With no destination in mind she continued on her walk, too lost in thought to acknowledge her surroundings.

How could it be that after all this time her path had already been chosen for her?

Granted it wasn’t the be all and end all; do or die. She had a choice, well in retrospect the way things were developing between the two of them, her choice was unfairly swayed in one direction. But was that what she wanted?

Staying with Severus was only one option, they could go their separate ways, cut of the emotional, and physical ties that seemed to be forming in the short expanse of time.

But if she chose that path, could she really live with the knowledge that a part of her was missing?

She didn’t think she could.

But of all the people the fates could choose for her, why had it been Severus Snape?

Prior to Albus and Minerva’s meddling they only ever communicated when they verbally sparred in his potions class, the occurrence usually down to Severus unfair treatment of Gryffindor house and Hermione challenging it.

But now… now they were soul mates! Kindred spirits attracted to each other, creating a bond so strong it was hard to fight.

Hermione had always thought that Severus was attractive, he was dark, brooding, dangerous and mysterious, but it was more than that.

He wasn’t the typical pretty boy attractive that Draco was, but in some sense Hermione found him more attractive because of that. He was enthralling, different, and scarily powerful and intelligent, which definitely appealed to her.

His dark onyx eyes reflected the light in an almost unworldly way, his pale skin rivalling even the purest white of freshly laid snow.

His features were sharp, but Hermione thought that they fit him, as his wit and intelligence were also sharp. Idly pondering that thought Hermione thought that it was almost as if his appearance had been tailor made to match his personality.

She had been pleasantly surprised catching his toned form in the moonlight; she had never given much thought to the professor’s body, or anything that could be found under his teaching robes.

But the image he had presented to her had stunned her into silence. She never would have thought he would be so muscular and toned; he had the body of a model, a Greek Adonis.

He’d obviously put a lot of time and effort into it, if his impressive biceps and muscle retention was anything to go by.

Hermione stifled a giggle at a passing thought ‘He’s hotter than Malfoy!’ The thought was a momentary distraction from the serious matter at hand. However the slip up in her train of thought only led her memories to ambush her.

The kiss she had shared with Xavier- No Severus, the warmth that enveloped her, the surreal feeling of completion for a fleeting moment. The entire ‘date’ had been surreal.

She’d had an actual conversation with a man that wasn’t about Quidditch (Harry and Ron’s case) or derogatory fantasies and frivolous gossip and chit chat (Draco’s case).

She had actually had an intellectual conversation, where she had been respected for her. She hadn’t had that in a long while, if ever.

Sure people respected her for her mind, she was the brightest witch of her age, but people didn’t see her anymore. Girls saw a rival for the affection of the Malfoy heir, and men saw her as a sexual outlet, or in Ron’s case a sexual outlet/ sandwich maker.

It had just been nice to be her. She wasn’t the know-it-all she had been labelled, she just simply needed some intelligent outlet, and school work and NEWTS preparation only got her some far.

She had longed for someone that she could connect with intellectually, and she had found him, it seemed that they were also sexually compatible, well the lead up seemed to indicate to it at least. But he was her professor, and he despised her.

Or so she had thought.

Her night had changed so dramatically, at the hands of two men…

The first was a man she thought she hated, and yet a new side of him had been revealed, a side which she wasn’t ashamed to say she was attracted to.

The second was a man she thought she loved, a man who she had believe to change and yet was still the same foul tempered brat she remembered from years before. It was this man that had harmed her; she had been harmed at his hands. Abused by someone she had… trusted.

At this thought Hermione stopped her mindless wandering, looking up at her surroundings and finding herself on the banks of the black lake.

She could feel the burning of tears at her eyes, stinging and irritating them. As the first trail of tears began she made her way over to the tree that she had occupied with her friends throughout her time at Hogwarts.

Her tears were followed by sobs, which wracked her petite frame, as the shock of the situation came crashing down around her. She had answered Tonks and Kingsley’s questions in a numb fashion as if she were removed from the situation, as if it hadn’t actually happened. But it had.

Draco Malfoy, the man who had been so sweet to her for the last year, was nothing more than a rat in disguise. How could she have fallen for it?

She should have known that he couldn’t have changed; a leopard never changed its spots after all.

But she had, and she had revelled in the attention and fuss he had showered on her in the beginning.

He had made her feel beautiful and wanted. She had never felt that before. He treated her like a princess, opening doors, buying her flowers. It was such a fairy-tale thing to do, that she had bought into it.

As logical and intelligent as she was, Hermione just wanted what all the other girls wanted… she wanted her own happily ever after.

She wanted to be Cinderella, Snow White or Sleeping Beauty, just so she could be whisked of her feet by a handsome charming prince.

She wanted a prince, but Hermione had always been stubborn, so she didn’t actually need a prince. She knew that it was just some hopelessly romantic notion she dreamt about.

But Draco, had fit into her dreams so well, despite how he had been during their earlier years, he had grown into a handsome man, which had all the girls swooning after him.

And he had chosen her!

She had fallen for him, her own feelings of belonging and love oppressing her logical and rational thoughts that questioned every motive and action.

But it had all be a lie; he had never felt the things he had whispered to her during their bouts of love making. He only saw her as yet another notch on his bed post, but most importantly she was his trophy and possession.

She had known even before the St Valentine’s Day ball that Draco treated her as a trophy and it had grated on her, she knew he was possessive too, but she had never given him a reason to be. But he had never been violent, not towards her.

Even when he had taken her virginity he had been considerate and sweet trying to make it the best he could for her, knowing that it would hurt.

And yet now the truth was out.

He had only wanted her, because she was the brightest witch of the wizarding world. He had wanted her for her reputation, not her… he never wanted her.

Curling into the foetal position under the protection of the large oak tree, Hermione cried out her frustrations, fears and heartaches.

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Harry Potter sat in History of Magic, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the empty seat that should have been occupied by one of his best friends.

Harry looked over at his other friend whose head rested on his blank parchment as Professor Binns wittered on about some depressing event that bore no significance to the wizarding world.

Hermione hadn’t been at breakfast, she always made a point of going to meal times, and sitting at the Gryffindor table. It had nothing to do with house pride, but a way for the three of friends to ensure they always got to see each other.

Hermione was busy, Harry understood that, what with head girl duties and NEWT preparation, and not to mention her relationship with Draco she had very little free time. But she always made time to come sit with them at meal times and search them out if she was free.

What worried Harry further was that Hermione had missed two lessons; double Herbology and now History of Magic. Hermione NEVER missed classes, even if she were ill she’d have all the work sent to her rooms to complete.

And if she were ill he would know, she’d have sent him a transfigured butterfly note letting him know. She knew he worried.

Now it was approaching dinner time and he was still to hear anything from her, he didn’t even know where the head dorms were located to hunt her down.

Suddenly an idea came to him.

Looking around the class to see if anyone would notice him, Harry grabbed his bag and pulled out a worn looking map; the marauders map!

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” he whispered, tapping his wand on the map.

The map instantly revealed a map of Hogwarts and its grounds, dots and footprints made their way around indicating at individual’s whereabouts.

“Psst” Harry startled at the sound, before looking in the direction of it, he relaxed slightly when he realised it was Ron.

“What you doing mate?” Ron asked peering over at the familiar map.

“I’m looking for Hermione. This isn’t like her Ron you know that. I have to see if she’s okay.” He whispered back to the red head.

Ron rolled his eye, even after defeating Voldemort Harry still had a hero complex, through no fault of his own though.

Ron’s blue eyes focused on the map, looking for any indication of their friend’s whereabouts within the school.

“There” he whispered suddenly pointing at the tiny dot bearing Hermione’s name.

“The lake? She’s at the lake.” Harry sighed in relief as he studied the stationary dot.

As the class was dismissed Harry practically ran from the class in favour of going to the lake, he’d have got there quicker if it weren’t for the red head following at a leisurely pace as he complained about missing food, it was such a Ron thing to do.

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“I’m telling you mate she’s probably sat reading. It’s not like ‘Mione even needs to attend the lessons.” Ron sighed as they walked over the grassy gardens of Hogwarts.

“I know, I know. I just want to make sure, okay? I just have a bad feeling.” Harry said, as he ran his hand through his messy dishevelled hair.

Ron nodded.

The two friends were still protective of their Hermione, neither of them quite felt at ease. Both knew it was the company Hermione kept, namely her boyfriend. The two Gryffindors didn’t trust the Slytherin prince. Neither knew why, but they just didn’t.

As the boys neared the lake, Harry searched the trees for the brunette witch, only to see a small form clad in muggle clothing, lying on the floor, shaking.

“Hermione?” Harry said running over to the witch.

“H-Harry?” Hermione said through tears, her cheeks stained with stale tears that had fallen before.

“Where have you been? What’s happened? Tell us, please” Harry said looking at the crying witch in his arms.

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For the next half an hour Hermione cried as she told her friends about how Malfoy had attacked her, her escape and subsequent rescuer, the ministry report and finally the revelation.

When she had finished, Harry’s green eyes were obscenely dark, and she could feel the magic around him pulsing in his anger.

“Harry, I’m okay. Please.” She pleaded with her friend.

“I’m going to kill him.” He bit out vehemently.

“I think Snape would probably help, I know I will!” Ron replied his usually pale skin flushed red in anger.

“No, Please, just leave it will you. The ministry will take care of it. I just don’t know what to do.” She said, her voice trailing off.

“About Snape?” Harry said staring into the clouded amber eyes of his long time friend.

Hermione nodded her head.

Ron scoffed “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering it! Bloody hell, Hermione. That’s much worse than Malfoy. You deserve someone who can treat you right, look after you… like me.” He said the last part in a whisper, but Hermione heard as did Harry.

Hermione shook her head sadly, “You don’t understand, Ronald. Prof- Severus, is a part of me, and I him. Without him I’ll always have a part of me missing. I’m not sure I can live with that.” She said quietly.

“But you think you can live with the greasy git of the dungeons.” Ron taunted.

Hermione’s amber eyes flashed in anger and warning, her steely calm voice betraying the anger she felt at the comment.

“Leave him alone, Ronald. You just leave Severus out of this. I don’t expect you to understand this. But you don’t know him-”

“Neither do you, ‘Mione” Ron interrupted.

“I know him more than most, and what you see, is nothing but the mask of a man who has been resigned to his lot in life. And he deserves more.” She said standing and walking over to the water edge.

“And like I said so do you, and he isn’t it, not for you anyway. Look I’m sorry ‘Mione. I can’t even begin to understand what’s going on in the brilliant head of yours but, this is just stupid. Why can’t you just accept me, for more than just a friend?” Ron said the hurt in his voice apparent.

“Ron, please you’re like a brother to me, I just don’t feel that way about you. I love you I do, just not in the way you want me to.” She said turning to face the red head.

“I’m sorry, Ron.” She said, her amber eyes shining once again with unshed tears.

“Me too. Look I’ll be here for you no matter what you decide, but promise me if you go with Snape, it’s because you want to.” He said resolutely.

“I promise.”

Ron gave Hermione a brief hug, his chin resting on the witches head, as he thought about how once again, the thing he wanted most was being snatched out from beneath his nose.

“I’m going to get some food, I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” and with that he turned and left.

Harry who had been sat watching the exchange stood and approached Hermione, engulfing her in a much needed bear hug.

“I’m so sorry, Hermione. I wish I could have helped.” He said kissing the top of her head.

“There was nothing you could do.” came the murmured reply.

The two stood quiet for a while before the silence was broken again.

“So you kissed Snape? Was he any good?” Harry teased.

Hermione laughed through her tears, hitting him lightly in mock outrage.

“Harry James Potter. You gossip!” Hermione lightly scolded.

Hermione smiled at Harry, the boy-who-lived-then-lived-again looked so much happier than Hermione had seen him before.

“So are you going to tell me?” he inquired, nudging her.

“You’re spending too much time with Ginny.” She laughed

“And you’re point is, spill the details, ‘Mione.”

Harry watched as Hermione shook her head, and laughed as she mock zipped her mouth shut.

“Fine don’t tell me. I’ll just get it out of Gin when you tell her.” He said laughing slightly.

The quiet returned momentarily.

“So what happens now?” Harry asked; bringing Hermione out of her daze.

“We wait, I stay with Severus and I make my decisions. Sounds so easy doesn’t it?” She replied.

The rush of noise told both Harry and Hermione that lunch had finished.

“Harry, you need to go.” Hermione said finally, brushing her cardigan covered wrists over her eyes.

“It’ll all work out, Hermione you’ll see.” He said.

Hermione nodded.

Placing a final kiss on her head Harry began running back towards the castle and DADA.

Leaving Hermione all alone.

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Hermione stood staring aimlessly at the sky; she could hear the wind picking up around her and the subsequent waves of the lake crashing against the bank.

She inhaled deeply, breathing in the heady scent of rain that promised to fall. The fat cool droplet of liquid confirmed her suspicions of the weather, as it landed on her forehead.

The first droplets that followed were scarce and came at a leisurely pace, the ones that followed, not so much. The rain fell in sheets of water, gaining momentum, and Hermione knew that if she didn’t leave now she would be trapped in the rainstorm that Scotland was so well known for.

And yet she didn’t move, she stood, still staring at the bleak black clouds that overcast the blue sky that had been there only moments before.

“You’ll catch your death out here.” A familiar drawl whispers so close to her ear, the hot warmth of his breath washed over her, providing her with a welcome opposite to the cold that was settling into her clothes and bones.

She felt his presence behind her, his lean muscular body almost flush against hers. Was it always going to be like this? Would she always know when he was close by? And if they completed the bond, how would it fare afterwards?

There were just so many unanswered questions.

She froze slightly upon feeling his arms encircling her waist, steadying her body, as if he understood her physical and mental instability.

“I-I just needed some time – space. I needed to think.” She said. Her curls were water logged, the rain falling recklessly, soaking all those in its path.

Severus cringed slightly at her words; she needed space, space away from him, obviously. And here he was fawning and pawing at her, how would that help their situation? He scolded himself.

He quickly removed his hand from Hermione, who quickly felt bereft at the loss of contact.

“Don’t -” she said turning slightly to face him.

“- Your touch, it grounds me. I feel like I’m out of control, that I’m not myself, unless you’re here; touching me, holding me – I just don’t know what to do Severus! How does one deal with finding out news like… this?” she cried, her amber eyes watering.

Severus knew that the moisture that ran down her face was something other than the rain, she was crying.

“I – I don’t know the answer to that, I’m sorry.” He fought the overwhelming desire to pull her into his arms. It wouldn’t do to make a gesture like that when the girl didn’t know which was up.

“Hold me.” She whispered so quietly Severus wasn’t sure he had heard her.

“Hermione -”

“Please, Severus. I need to feel you holding me. I need you to keep me grounded, to keep me sane. I can’t – won’t do this without you.” She pleaded him.

The storm raged above them, as the thunder rumbled overhead.

“Are you sure about this Hermione?” Severus asked, his black hair dripping water down his back. His white shirt completely transparent, showing the pale skin it covered.

“I need you, Severus.” Hermione cried.

In a second Hermione was engulfed in his arms, as he planted a kiss on her head.

Hermione pulled away from him slightly just as another clap of thunder roared, her amber eyes staring into Severus’ onyx ones.

“I don’t know what any of this means; I don’t know what to do. I really don’t, I can’t think straight.” She cried hysterically.

“Shhh. It’ll be okay. We’ll find a solution, we’ll make the decision. It’s not just your choice to make Hermione.” Severus reassured.

Hermione nodded.

“Come on let’s get you inside, you’re freezing and Poppy will have a fit.” Severus said linking his fingers through Hermione’s and pulling her towards the castle.

Hermione laughed at the statement, and her laughter hit him somewhere deep within the recesses of his chest.

And he knew then that he had already made his choice.

He had chosen her.

Now he just had to wait and see if she would choose him.

He could only hope.

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A/N: Hello Guys, I’m back. And you didn’t wait two weeks for a chapter, hallelujah!

Well I hope you are all still enjoying this fic, what did you think of this instalment? I love to hear what you all think. So please review.

HarryGinny4eva: I’m so glad you like it! Don’t worry our girl will come to terms with it, whether it will be an easy ride is debateable.

MoodySavage: I completely agree with the instinct part, I think she does over think things and that will show, especially vs the natural instinct she has to do things. RL is getting better, your advice is sound, reading is an escape for me. And if I’m not in a good place my writing suffers.

Pam: I’m so glad your liking it, hope you liked this chapter too

Sassy_p: wow you’re a busy girl. I want her outfit too; I have random ideas like that come to me. And you’re right I would want to know about the feelings bit too.

ShilohDarke: Thank you for reviewing, I hope this chapter is good for you.

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