“Where have you been?”
Harry looked up and saw Hermione standing across the hall with arms folded.
He closed the door behind him and hung his cloak on the wall behind the door.
Hermione was in her sleeping dress but she did not looked like she was able to sleep at all.
It was nearly six in the morning and he had not gone home the entire night.
Hermione stayed up waiting for him and wondering worriedly what he’d be up to this time around.
“Harry?” Hermione asked as Harry just walked across the hall and discarded his shoes at the rack.
Hermione’s eyes stared at his muddy boots and at the cloak he hung over the wall and back Harry.
“Harry, where have you been?” she impatiently asked him again.
“Auror duties.” Harry simply answered without looking up at her.
He moved to her and kissed her cheek and walked past her towards the kitchen.
“Auror duties?” Hermione asked him suspiciously. “You had spent the entire night doing that? What were the duties? Late-night catching Death Eaters?”
Harry didn’t answer her.
Instead, he walked away from her and went to the kitchens.
“Is there coffee?” he asked her.
Hermione stood there staring at his dirty boots again.
She already had a hunch on where he has been.
She could hear him moving around the kitchen opening cupboards.
Hermione walked to the kitchen and watched his progress around the cupboards.
“I can make you an early breakfast.” Hermione offered despite that she didn’t look up to the task.
“I’m not really hungry.” Harry responded pulling a bowl from the cupboard and looking for the milk and cereal instead of making coffee.
Hermione wasn’t sure if she should ask him further knowing he wouldn’t be honest anyway.
“Are you sleeping in today?” Hermione asked him as she handed over a napkin across the table. “Do I have to cancel our appointment to the invitations shop? It’s this morning but I think you need some sleep.”
Harry found the milk and Hermione watched quietly as he tossed the milk and cereal together over the bowl and sat down.
“I haven’t forgotten.” Harry irritably answered her.
“We can cancel if you-“
“We’re not cancelling anything.” Harry said with a slightly raised voice.
He looked livid for some reason.
Hermione held her breath and walked to him and grabbed a small wash cloth to wipe the small amount of milk that spilled from the bowl he was eating from.
She was quietly watching him and didn’t miss the large circles around his eyes.
He obviously did not sleep the entire night.
No, he looked like he hasn’t slept for days.
She finished clearing up the mess.
“We can move it this afternoon if you’d like to rest first.” Hermione said. “I was just wondering if-“
“Damn it, Hermione!” Harry suddenly yelled at her.
Hermione stared, shocked and scared as he stared angrily up at her.
“Just give me an hour to eat alright!” Harry angrily yelled at her moving the bowl away from him and nearly toppling it all over.
There was some silence.
It took a moment but Harry recovered and when he did he looked like he completely didn’t know what he was doing.
“Sorry.” Harry quietly said walking to the drawers to grab a cloth to clean his own mess.
Hermione stood silently, eyes transfixed at him and scared to move a muscle nor say a word.
Harry cleared the table but Hermione moved forward to help him out.
“I’ll do it.” Hermione gently offered taking the cloth from his hand. “It’s alright, I’ll do it, Harry.”
Harry let the cloth go and watched her quietly as she progressed cleaning the whole mess.
“Get another bowl and finish you breakfast.” Hermione said without looking up at him as she cleared everything away. “I’ll get ready and we can leave in two hours.”
Harry watched as she finished everything up and tossed the wash cloth over the sink and then wordlessly left the room without looking back at him.
Hermione’s cries faltered a little as she looked up from the carpeted floor by the living room.
She had curled herself into a ball as her cries dragged over the hours.
Snape had already been too lenient with her but their argument that morning had been too much.
It had even come to the point where he tried to drag and force her back into her room but she had relentlessly refused and Snape had left her on the floor of the living room.
He had yelled at her and told her that she could stay on the floor for as long as she wanted and rot in there because he did not have time for her nonsense and her attention-seeking and childlike dramas.
Hermione had been reckless as well and in her anger, she grabbed one of the small vase decorations at the cottage right at Snape’s back as he left the room.
Snape looking both shocked and living turned back to her with his wand drawn out.
Hermione screamed back at him to kill her but he didn’t do anything.
There were only two of them in that cottage.
Just the two of them and he could kill her and murder her anytime he wanted to and nobody would ever find out about it.
She had been staying and living with the mere presence of her potions professor for months now since the ambush.
It was definitely not easy.
Despite his assurances, his promises and his words of comfort; the meals and clothes he had provided her, she had expected that he would have taken her back to the Order by now.
But he hasn’t.
She had begun to be worried and began to have panic attacks and anxiety about his plans that for some time, she had been demanding things and answers from him with ways beyond being ‘respectful’ of their standing.
But today had been different.
Today was her birthday and she was stuck with him in the middle of nowhere – far and away from her loved ones whom she has not heard from a long time.
It was driving her mad.
They were in the midst of a war and she had no idea how they were doing and coping through it all and she wanted to let them know she was alive and well and perhaps better than the rest.
Snape would not allow her to use magic.
She had not found her wand and had been suspecting that he had been keeping it. And she also suspected that he had placed a sort of enchantment around their place because even her attempts on using wandless magic seemed blocked and useless.
It made her worry for she knew that forcedly suppressed magic could only do two things – dry its owner of its full potential or have the owner’s powers greatly blow something or someone up sooner or later.
Both choices were not very pleasant to even just think about.
He had promised her weeks ago that things will be better but nothing good seemed to have come out of those promises except for the fact that she was being fed at the proper times of the day and was being given enough ‘necessities’ to survive the daily life.
But other than, the freedom she had expected and he had promised her was nowhere in sight.
“Miss Granger.” Snape’s soft voice spoke somewhere above her.
Hermione blinked and moved her head an inch and see the blurry image of an object being placed in front of her.
“I don’t want anything.” Hermione croaked out quietly.
Hot and silent tears streamed down her already red face.
“Miss Granger.” Snape’s insistent voice came and she heard him settle on the floor next to him.
He moved and pulled something closer to the both of them.
Hermione looked up and despite that she could barely comprehend what was happening, she saw what looked like three boxes and two of them were quite larger than the last one.
“I don’t want anything.” Hermione simply repeated but she was watching his movements out of the corner of her eyes.
He had moved about and with a flick of his wand, she saw him lit what looked like a circular object on a large platter that came out of the smallest box.
It was a chocolate cake.
She moved and looked up and behind her.
Snape was sitting on the carpeted floor holding out the cake as he sat there with his back against the long couch behind them.
“Miss Granger, stop this nonsense.” Snape whispered taking placing his hand over the magically floating candle above the cake.
Hermione’s eyes glimmered at the sight of the cake and she wasn’t sure what she was feeling.
“What are you doing?” she slowly asked him remaining in her half turned position from him.
Snape slowly glanced down at her and glanced away again as he patiently held the large platter of cake in his hand.
“What do you think I’m doing?” he slowly asked her.
Hermione stared at him with an angry stance.
“I don’t want that.” Hermione spat turning away again and resuming her position from earlier.
“I said, I don’t want that. I don’t want anything.” Hermione bitterly said and Snape could hear the threat of more tears again.
He sighed heavily and stared at the cake in his hand.
He wanted to throw it away and wanted to walk away.
He should not even be doing that in the first place.
“I don’t fucking want anything from you!” Hermione angrily yelled at him.
She was fuming in anger and at the same time, crying helplessly with their situation.
She stared at him, eyes wide at what she had just done.
She wailed again, this time in great frustration about everything and in fear of being hit.
Snape has never really hit or hurt her physically but she felt like she had gone beyond by now despite that she hardly care at all.
She wanted to end it all, she wanted out and if her provoking Snape’s temperament and patience would will him to hurt her physically that would end her life, perhaps that would be better than all that she was enduring.
But it wasn’t pain she next endured.
She felt his gentle hand over her arm.
“Don’t touch me!” she angrily moved her arm away from him.
She heard him sighed heavily giving her the impression that sooner or later he would be walking out.
“Hermione.” Snape’s voice was quiet and warm this time.
“Please go away.” Hermione cried knowing that his being gentle with her would only make her feel guilty of her actions against him.
“Hermione, this is not any easier for me.”
Hermione tried to ignore the emotional pain growing inside of her and the sound of his voice that was somewhat becoming comfort in her ears.
She knew it wasn’t his fault and that he was only doing his job as an Order member, as a professor and as the man whom Dumbledore had tasked to protect all of them.
Despite that she hated him and that she deeply hated their situation right now, she had him and she could not deny that fact.
She did not have anyone else in the world at the moment and she had to be honest with herself at the truth on that.
She had him and he was taking good care of her if not one that would expect from a close friend or a family.
“You told me we would go back.” Hermione quietly cried. “You told me we would go to them soon. It’s been months.”
Snape closed his eyes and clenched his fist.
Did she really think he was enjoying all of these hiding they were doing?
“I know I made you a promise.” Snape said. “And I intend to fulfill if once it is safe.”
Hermione closed her eyes knowing that these might be empty words again.
“But when?” Hermione asked him. “When will you bring me back?”
“When it is safe.” Snape quietly answered flicking his wand over the dying fire of the candle and igniting it anew.
“When will it be safe?”
“When the war is over.”
“And how far is it from over?”
Snape did not answer.
“How far from over is it, professor?”
“See? You can’t even tell – you should just bring me back to them even if there is a war-“
“We’ve been over and over this, Miss Granger. It is not safe out there and you are bloody saf-“
“Bloody safe.” Hermione spat. “Bloody safe my arse!”
Snape’s eyes flashed in anger.
He was going to lose it any minute now.
“We’ve talked about this. It’s not safe out there.” Snape sighed heavily. ”The war is still on-going and here you are – being ungrateful while you are protected and safe. Do you know how many people out there are dying? Do you know how many would give their lives to their wives and children just to keep their loved one safe? All you have to do is wait for that bloody goddamn right time and you can go back to them. Is that so hard to understand?”
Hermione did not say anything.
She had stopped crying and had seemed determined to spend the night fighting him.
Snape sighed heavily.
“This isn’t something I want.”
“Well do you think I want to be here?” Hermione irritably snapped at him. “Nobody wants to be stuck here. Least of all, to be stuck with you.”
Snape’s eyes sharply turned to her.
What an ungrateful little chit.
Her words were true but nevertheless, it did not make him feel better nor did it make the hurt of it any less.
“Fine.” Snape snapped angrily. “I don’t care if you go fucking hungry, Miss Granger. I’m not going to fucking wait and waste my time here with an ungrateful child like you.”
“I’m not a child!” Hermione angrily said.
“Well you sure are acting like one!” Snape angrily yelled back at her.
Hermione heard him lower the cake in his hand and had moved it hastily next to the two other boxes.
He stretched his legs out and took out his wand.
Hermione slightly turned her head right at him.
He had positioned himself and was ready to leave her.
“Wait.” Hermione suddenly asked turning back at him with an alarmed expression all over her face.
Snape had ignored her.
“Wait.” Hermione scrambled back on her knees. “Where are you going?”
Snape stared down at her as he straightened his robes up with an irritable stare.
Hermione furiously glared at him for his refusal to answer her.
“I asked you-“
“I’m bloody going to work back in my laboratory if you’ll excuse me.” Snape coldly spat at her.
Hermione was becoming more furious by the moment.
“I already made an effort for you.” Snape spat. “I can’t stay here all night long baby-sitting you and trying to comfort you when you’re bloody not even interested with my efforts to make you feel better on this very day.”
Hermione looked more alarmed than anything.
Guilt and fear were both creeping all over her body and taking over her head.
Her eyes moved from the cake with the small floating candle and then at the two boxes next to it.
Snape shook his head and hastily turned from her when he felt it.
Hermione’s small and weak hands reached out for his wrist.
He turned back to her and their eyes met.
“Please don’t go.” Hermione suddenly whispered.
Snape’s heart seemed to be pierced with pain.
The anger from her face and voice had completely vanished and was replaced with complete sorrow and sadness.
And without warning, Hermione had thrown herself over towards him.
Snape was frozen on the spot on the floor as Hermione fell forward him with her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, holding for dear life and her tears smearing water all over the side of his face.
“Please don’t go! Please don’t go!” Hermione cried. “Please don’t leave me here! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Snape did not know what to do at that very moment.
He had been trying his best to protect her and guide her through all of these knowing there might be circumstances that would soon become too awkward or complicated between the two of them.
And this is precisely one of those circumstances he had been trying to avoid as much as he could.
“Please. I’m sorry.”
Her grip on him was getting tighter and the look over her face more desperate by the minute.
“Professor, please don’t go.”
Snape stared and sighed at the look she was giving him.
This was nothing something that could continue any longer.
Either he controlled her by his words and actions or she controlled him by her whims, cries and that look in her eyes.
“Will you calm yourself down?” he quietly asked her.
Hermione nodded several times at him.
He placed his hand over hers around his body and gently removed them from him.
Snape slowly lowered himself back on the floor and moved Hermione a few inches away from him.
“Please wipe your tears away.”
Hermione did so as she was told as Snape sat back on his position and had reached back for the cake again.
He waved his wand to renew the fire in the candle that was almost gone by now.
He took the cake and held it back in his hand and had moved it between the two of them.
Hermione stared at the cake with tearful eyes and back at Snape.
“Well, I’m not going to sing you a birthday song, Miss Granger.”
Hermione almost laughed at that.
She shook her head and nodded at him.
Snape almost smiled at what his own lips had uttered.
He nodded towards the candle.
“I suppose I don’t have to tell you what to do.”
Hermione smiled and nodded at him.
She moved another inch closer to him and at the cake he held with both his hands.
She sighed heavily and closed her eyes as she muttered words that Snape barely heard nor was even interested to hear.
She then opened her eyes and the glow of the candle’s light seemed to have showed her face to Snape in a different and new way.
Snape quickly blinked what he called as ‘the illusion’ away from his eyes and looked away.
“Go on.” he said edging her.
“Thank you professor.” Hermione said.
She suddenly grasped his wrist and then moved herself closer to the cake and blew the candle as she finished her wish.
A gleeful smile spread over her face – one that he had rarely seen since they went or rather he kept her in hiding.
Snape gave her a very short smile and nodded as the smoke from the candle appeared between their faces.
“How are we going to eat it?” she asked with a smile as she picked the chocolate icing over the side of the cake.
“Yes, well I didn’t think about that.” Snape honestly said realizing the mistake himself.
Hermione only smiled at him and suddenly she rested her head against his shoulder.
Snape was too taken aback that for a split moment, his hand had weakened and had the cake slightly slid and go off balance from his hold.
“I’m sorry, professor.” Hermione said thinking about how grateful she should become.
Tears still fell from her eyes but she tried her best to smile.
She had him there, trying his best to do everything the headmaster had asked of him, risking his life for many and one that is hers and she was in no place to be ungrateful at all costs.
“Miss Granger, I think you should-“
“Thank you.” Hermione whispered placing her head comfortably against him and her hand over his.
Snape did not say anything.
He simply nodded quietly and tried his best not to move around her.
He wasn’t feeling well about them being physically close together.
He didn’t like the idea of their bodies touching no matter how much or small of a part of their bodies touch close – he absolutely did not like the idea of it.
But he didn’t do anything against it at that moment.
He didn’t really return the favor but he didn’t do anything against it either.
Not tonight, perhaps.
It was, her birthday after all.
“Happy birthday, Miss Granger.”
“Thank you, professor.” Hermione replied, sighing heavily and staring sadly at her cake.
Snape nodded and held her for what felt like a seemingly endless moment.
“Would you like to see what I’ve got you?” he gently asked reaching for the two other boxes.
“You’ve got me something?” she asked with a surprised tone.
Snape shook his head and nodded at her.
He almost smiled again at her expression.
He pulled over the two boxes and moved them closer to Hermione.
She quickly settled the cake aside and excitedly went for the two boxes.
She opened the first one and pulled the object inside it.
“Enchanted.” Snape said pointing his wand at it.
It was a golden lamp with intricate designs and the inside quickly lit with a glowing globe-like fire with bluish and gold colour floating inside the glass.
“What’s it for?” Hermione asked knowing what lamps are obviously for anyway.
Snape nodded and pointed at the second box.
Hermione stared at it.
The second box seemed more special since it had a ribbon and a gift-wrap in dark emerald colours.
She laughed and wiped her tears at the pun of it but she excitedly opened it anyway.
Her jaw quickly dropped and her eyes went very wide.
She seemed to have lost her words.
“Do you like it?” he asked her knowing she would anyway.
Hermione couldn’t speak.
She only nodded vigorously as she pulled the contents.
Four thick, large and expensive looking books were inside the box.
They were special edition, rare finds – a collection of the selections that contained a full an in-depth information and history of the largest wizarding schools all over the globe.
Hermione read the golden text of the first book “Hogwarts, Beauxbatons” the next one had “Durmstrang, Ilvermory” and had continued reading the other two books.
“Professor, how did you-“ Hermione asked with excitement running all throughout her body.
The look over her face told Snape that she had quickly forgotten of the day’s argument, the sadness on her having her first birthday with just him and their overall situation at the moment.
“I’m glad you liked them.” Snape said with a very short smile.
“Like them?” Hermione said happily. “I love them!” she said staring at all the books in her hands.
Snape only nodded.
“But how did you – how – they’re very rare and not to mention very, very expensive-“ Hermione said staring hungrily over the books in her hands.
Snape didn’t say anything.
Hell yes they were very rare and hard to find and very expensive.
Well, they weren’t expensive since he had them for free and wasn’t rare to find because he found them from a box of books and other selections that Narcissa was about to discard the previous weekend when he visited her.
She informed him that she was discarding the contents of the library since it wasn’t being used for its true purpose and only Death Eater meetings and Draco was nowhere interested in reading any of them.
He asked if he could have a look around and Narcissa had said that he could take any book he would like no matter how plenty he wanted to take with him instead of them rotting in the library.
And the books he had given Hermione were some of the selections he had taken from the aisles of aisles in the large library of the Malfoy Manor.
She had informed him that these books have been ordered or bought and most of them had never been used nor read nor even opened from their original packaging.
The books in Hermione’s hands have been ordered and were only read once by Narcissa herself as she was looking for something about the community of Durmstrang students.
They were very much as good as brand new.
“Can I-“ Hermione asked unable to stop herself from pushing her luck. “I mean, it’s my birthday and I can – you’re going to allow me to take all these to my room and read, right?”
“They are yours, Hermione.” Snape replied, finally satisfied to see a smile on her face that was proof that she had completely forgotten all sadness she had since the other day.
“Oh my – oh my! Thank you! Thank you professor!” Hermione excitedly said.
Snape watched as she scrambled on her feet and had quickly placed the book back inside the box and had taken the lamp and placed it inside.
“I’m going to come back for the cake.” Hermione quickly said as she carried the two boxes from the floor.
Snape only nodded at her. “I’ll keep this away.”
“No, no-“ Hermione said with a smile as she walked to the door. “I’ll come back. I’ll bring some plates, professor. I’ll just bring these to my room.” Hermione excitedly called back.
Snape heard her excited footsteps fade away and turned back at the cake next to him.
What a day it has been.
He did not think that he was going to be able to pull up a good birthday for her.
He knew how she must be feeling but he was glad that even for just a split moment, just for a few hours, he would be able to take away the hurt in her eyes and the hurt of the reality that had been thrown at them.
“Hermione, I’m sorry.” Harry whispered placing his head gently over the table across from her and reaching out to take her hand.
He moved his fingers slightly from her hand that was one the table holding the book.
She was no longer reading to be honest. She had been livid and was merely trying to control her patience in order not to anger Harry.
Despite her fear of Harry and his anger management issues lately, Hermione recognized when she could possibly hold it against him.
“It’s fine.” Hermione said forcing herself to read again as she continued to ignore Harry.
She felt his fingers reaching out, making small and gentle circles at the back of her hand.
It was his signature move ever since their Hogwarts days.
He used to do it a lot especially when he knew he irritated her.
This form of caress was what usually worked before and he had hoped that it still worked.
Hermione ofcourse has not forgotten that moved and knew that he was that desperate to win her no matter what it takes.
“Just order Harry. I want to go home after.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Then we should get home.” Hermione suggested snapping the book shut and getting up.
Harry grasped her wrist and raised his head from the table.
“What-“ she asked with a raised brow.
“Are you still mad?”
“Are you done about now?” she coldly asked back.
Harry stared up at her and breathed heavily. He let her hand go.
“I’m sorry about how I acted this morning.”
Hermione stared at him.
She could not trace if he was lying about being sorry or not.
“You don’t have to do that and you know that, Harry.”
“Harry, let’s get things straight here. I thought we are trying to live again?”
“We are!” he angrily said raising his voice again “Ofcourse we are!”
People stared at their direction at the café.
Hermione folded her arms and stared at him.
He gently reached out for her and she moved away and more people stared.
Harry forced a smile at her and reached out again.
“Please sit down and let’s talk.”
“I’ll only sit down if you promise not to raise your voice.”
“I promise I won’t raise my voice.”
Hermione nodded and slowly sat back down with a small smile over her face to ensure the audience awaiting more of their drama.
She looked back at Harry with the same scary gleam over his eyes again but she did not want to be scared of that anymore. Not when people were staring and could help her anytime Harry tries something physical against her.
“You need to control your anger.” Hermione said defiantly
Harry did not say anything. He only stared at her and Hermione knew that he was being that ‘scary Harry’ again as she would like to mentally call it.
“I’m not angry all the time.”
“Yes you are.” Hermione said with a distinguished irritation in her voice.
“There you go.”
“What do you want me to do?” Harry asked back slightly banging his fists on the table.
Hermione stared at his hand and he quickly withdrew it from the table.
“Be reasonable and be open to talking to me. You can’t always just walk away or just throw things whenever you don’t feel like talking about things-“
“Do we talk about things, Hermione?” Harry asked her back. “Do we ever really talk about things?”
Hermione did not answer. That was something she knew was a part of her downside.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you, Hermione. I’ll tell you everything. But you also need to do the same. We can’t stay in this relationship if it would always be one-sided.”
Now it was Hermione’s turn to look weak again.
She looked away from him but tried to look passive still.
“Come Hermione. Let’s talk about this. We can absolutely talk about everything. Which would mean that you would have to tell me everything else that I’d like to know.”
“You want to know where I’ve been last night?” he asked her. “I’ve been at Azkaban. Yeah, Auror duties. I went there as part of my Auror duties to know how a certain bastard is doing with his time at Azkaban.”
Hermione’s eyes widened in fear at his shameless revelation of his actions.
“No, don’t worry. I didn’t do anything. I wouldn’t do anything to really harm him. I’d rather enjoy the pleasure of knowing the idea that he’d suffer at the hands of those Dementors-“
“Is that why you got home angry and all this morning?” Hermione asked breathlessly. “Because you weren’t really satisfied with the hurt you caused him?”
Harry did not answer.
“I’ve already answered you where I’ve been and what I’ve done this morning. My turn to ask questions, don’t you think?”
“No, Hermione, you said you wanted to talk about things- about everything. Alright here we are talking.”
Hermione suddenly looked pale.
She withdrew her hand from across the table and was staring around her as if wanting some form of escape from him.
“Should I continue, Hermione?” Harry challenged her.
“No, you wanted to talk so were talking now. Should I begin my questions-“
“I said, stop talking.”
“Where do you want me to begin Hermione?” Harry asked his eyes now gleaming with the same scary look he had with him.
“Harry, I said-“
“Should I begin to ask you why all those ten years you didn’t try harder escaping him? Or why everyone now thinks you’ve chosen your abductor over your fiancé? Or maybe should I just ask you why you didn’t tell me honestly in the first place about how he has used you and made you drink that pregnancy potion?”
Hermione looked back at him – Harry looked demented and aggressive at the same time.
It scared her and angered her as well.
“Why it’s so fucking obvious Hermione that he’d been physically abusing you and you deny that to the world and yet you tell me, you fucking tell me you want to marry me?!”
Harry had lost it.
And in a split second he also felt like he lost the ability to really feel.
A pain like he has not felt before passed through his cheek as if breaking his jaw.
Hermione had stood up and reached across the table and had slapped his face so hard that her hand actually made a mark at the side of his cheek.
Harry opened his eyes and was shaking in anger.
Hermione’s face was so red in anger she looked like she was going to blow up.
“You have no right to judge me.” Hermione’s voice came after what felt like an eternity.
Tears started flowing down her cheeks but she did not seem to care at all especially at the people now openly gawking at their direction.
“You have no right to judge me or judge him or tell me these things because you have no idea what has really happened all those ten years! You are so ungrateful Harry! You are so ungrateful, you have no idea what he has done for us – for me and for you most of all! You have no idea what he has done for you of all people-”
“Then goddamnit, tell me!” Harry yelled back at her standing up and banging both his fists on the table.
Hermione slightly recoiled but did not move from her position.
“TELL ME HERMIONE!” Harry angrily screamed back at her. “TELL ME WHAT THE HELL HE DID TO YOU ALL THOSE YEARS AND WHY YOU DON’T WANT HIM IN AZKABAN WHEN HE DESERVES TO BE THERE MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE I KNOW OF!”
Two of the staff in the café had begun walking at their direction and the manager had walked at Harry’s side of the table.
He had kindly and quietly asked them to not cause a scene but they only continued to stare at one another.
One of the female staff walked behind Hermione and took her hand and handed her a napkin.
“Miss Granger-“ she whispered recognizing the pair of guests they have at the café.
“Thanks.” Hermione said wiping her face with it and then she grabbed her book from the table.
Harry stared with a livid expression all over his face and his fists balled at his sides.
“I’m going to see you at home.” Hermione quietly said and she threw the napkin back over the table and stared at Harry and turned from the table.
With the people staring at them and the staff around and the manager holding Harry’s shaking left arm, Harry stood quietly and watched as Hermione stormed out of the café bringing her cloak and dignity with her out of the café’s glass door.
“Hermione, let’s go to sleep.”
“I’m going to follow.”
“If you don’t come now I swear I’m going to smash that light.”
Hermione sniggered and continued reading the book in her hand she had been reading for three hours.
It had been her 21st birthday the previous day and Snape had given her several gifts she has never gotten tired of for the past few years.
Snape walked into their room as he finished his shower and found her by the fireplace in their bedroom.
She was sitting on the carpeted floor licking her fingers off as she flipped through another page with her chocolate-free hand.
The bottle of red wine was half empty next to her with her half-finished wine goblet, the large box of chocolate, truffles and eclairs lay open next to her and the box of varied new books of special editions of many kinds lay open on the carpeted floor.
“Someone’s still enjoying her birthday.” Snape commented seeing her gleeful smile as she read through the second book she had been occupied with the whole day.
He had left her early that morning to cross town and sell a couple of potions and had left her reading by the living room that morning.
He had come home and brought her dinner and she was left in the kitchens still reading as he showered, finished a couple of potions.
And now it was bedtime, she was still reading and was finishing the box of chocolates he had bought her the previous day for her birthday.
“Do you like my gift?” he asked as he dried his long strands of damp hair with a large towel.
“Hmmm.” Hermione merely replied finishing another truffle in her mouth and flipping another page.
Snape shook his head in his amusement of her.
He gently walked across the room and removed his robes wearing only his black pajamas.
“Yeah?” she asked mindlessly as she flipped another page of the book.
He stared down at her form on the carpeted floor.
Sometimes he felt jealous of those books she held dearly.
“I said, it’s time for bed.”
“Yeah, I’m going to follow.”
Snape waited and watched her grabbed another truffle and flip another page.
“I’m going to follow.”
He waited for a few more moments, just standing over her but she was still very emerged in the book she was reading.
He bent over and grabbed her glass of wine and had finished it in one go.
She didn’t even look up at him.
“Alright, that’s it, we’re going to bed.” Snape said.
He gently moved to her and grabbed the book from her hand and closed the box of chocolates.
“Hey – wait, I’m still reading –“ Hermione protested moving to where he was bringing the book and box of chocolates.
He tossed it towards the couch and held her arm.
“I said, I want to go to bed.”
“I said, I’m going to follow.” Hermione moaned at him trying to grab her book and chocolate back.
Snape took hold of her waist and moved her away from the couch.
His black eyes met hers and he could tell that she was seriously irritated.
“I want to go to bed.” Snape simply repeated staring at her.
“I’m just finishing just one last chapter.”
“You’ve been reading all day.”
“Yeah, but you gave me those books. You’ve always told me to occupy myself with them.”
“When I’m fucking not around.” Snape said but not unkindly.
“But just one last chapter-“ Hermione protested as he placed his arms around her, moving it up and down the side of her thighs over her silk nightdress.
“Hermione, what did I say-“
“Just one last chapter – please-“
“No, I said it’s time to go to bed. You know the drill.”
Hermione frowned at him as she rolled her eyes.
“Are you being defiant?” he asked her.
Hermione frowned further.
He placed his long fingers beneath her chin and slowly made her to look at him.
“I asked you-“
Snape stared at her.
He wanted her tonight. He really wanted her tonight.
The day had been tiring and very stressful and he would get home only to find her unwilling to have him for the night or not even looking forward to his presence.
“Do you prefer to read for the night?” he asked her.
Hermione quickly looked up at him.
She knew that tone too well.
“No.” Hermione answered truthfully. She bit her lower lip and moved closer to him.
“No, I don’t want to read the whole night. I’m just entertained and occupied with what I’m reading.”
“Well, if you prefer to read than-“
“No, Severus, it’s not like that-“
But she didn’t finish her words.
Snape had moved and pulled her hard against him and had given her a very deep kiss.
Hermione moaned and dropped the last bit of chocolate in her other hand she had been holding the whole time.
She gasped as he pulled from the kiss.
She could feel his hard-on between their bodies.
“I’ve given you lastnight.” Snape whispered kissing her again, nipping her neckline, her chin and moving his hands all over her body.
“I’ve given you lastnight. Why can’t you give me tonight?”
“Are you counting the times we’re sleeping together now?” Hermione asked with fire in her eyes.
Snape’s black eyes flashed in anger at being questioned on the topic.
“Would you like to start counting the times we’re giving in to one another’s needs?” he asked back.
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She knew she did not have anything to say against that.
Yesterday was her birthday and he had given her presents more than enough for one birthday and had left her to enjoy them all throughout the night as he finished his part of the strong alcoholic drink he concocted for them and had passed out right after.
“Hermione, I just want you.” Snape gently said now and she felt his fingers running up and down her thighs, moving beneath her silk clothing and creating circles over her skin.
She breathed heavily at the reaction her body had given away and how it shamelessly betrayed her.
Snape smiled at the way her body moved against her will.
“Please, sweetheart?” he whispered. “Sweetheart, please.. please..” he whispered against her neckline where he knew she was weak.
Snape moved his hand more confidently this time beneath her dress and was tinkering between her legs and gently pulling the garter of her undergarment.
“Yes?” he asked her softly moving his nose closer to her face. “Yes? Yes, Hermione?”
Hermione looked away but her body was betraying her by each moment that passed.
Snape moved his fingers further and felt the wetness between her legs and beneath her sheer clothing.
“Yes.” Hermione whispered breathlessly as he pulled away her undergarment and had quickly slid his finger inside of her whilst he carried her effortlessly with his other arm.
Snape moved and carried her back to their bed as he kissed and groped each part and inch of her that he could as he continued to intricately moved his finger between her wet folds.
Hermione lost her will against him as she knew that there was no use anyway.
He moved around her and had taken the initiative to take both of their clothes off.
Hermione soon found herself beneath him, his touches, his kisses and his caresses one more time for the nth night and the nth time.
He kissed and whispered words of comfort against her skin at each part he could reach.
Hermione closed her eyes and submitted herself at the sensation and fire he ignited in her entire body as whenever they made love together.
Tears welled up in her eyes and soon flowed at the side of her cheeks.
She closed her eyes tightly as Snape pushed her back against the bed, kissing the side of her face and licking the tears away uncaring what they were for anyway.
He moved about and in one, two, three and deep and hard thrusts, he moved in and out of her shaking her and fucking her completely to a mindless and blissful night.