Hi out there!!! Okay, I am a HUGE Hermione/Severus shipper so I hope you guys like that to (those are the two main characters listed for a R story). Anyway, I would abso-positivly LOVE reviews. I promise that I'll listen to the constructive criticism, I bet you peoples have lots o' cool ideas! So read and if you have a kind bone in your body review (for the fellow fanfictioners out there it will help you to get some good review karma!!!)

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Chapter One: Working Hard

Hermione Granger rolled over and found that the other side of the bed was empty. She cracked one eye open and watched as the half-dressed dark haired man conducted a search for something. She propped herself up on an elbow. "Lose something Harry?"

Harry looked at her a little surprised that she was awake. "Yeah," he said sounding frustrated. "I can't find my shirt. I have a meeting in an hour and I can't find my shirt."

"Hmm, sounds to me like you should just come back to bed." Hermione said suggestively, patting the rumpled sheets.

"I can't. SOME of us don't just get to spend the summer at home."

"Harry Potter! Don't take your wardrobe problems out on me, It's not my fault they let the students have a summer holiday. What would you have me teach while the castles practically empty?"

Harry had the grace to look sheepish. Putting on a pouty face he crept up on the bed until they were only inches apart. "I'm sorry Mione," he leaned in and kissed her. When the need for oxygen broke the kiss apart he gave her a lustful look, "Can you ever forgive me?"

Hermione gave him a once over, "I suppose we could arrange something. How about a romantic picnic tonight? You can show me just how sorry you are."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll come on home about eight." Harry gave Hermione's cheek a peck before he resumed his search. "You know I bet any of those teachers could learn a thing or two from you."

"Don't be ridiculous Harry."

"No seriously. I mean take Snape for example. You could teach him a thing or two about potions, or teaching in general, or if you had more time you could teach him proper hygiene." Harry snickered at his own joke.

Hermione sighed. "How often do I have to tell you that Severus is a smart, wonderful person? Just because he gave you a bit of a rough time doesn't condemn him for life."

Harry just shrugged. He finally spotted his shirt over the bedside lamp. He pulled it on, kissed Hermione once more, and promised to meet her at eight before leaving the apartment.

Hermione watched him leave then snuggled back under the covers for another few hours of sleep.

"Mione I'm really sorry. I just have so much to do." Harry's head apologized from the fire. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it Harry, just don't work to hard. We'll make it up when you have time."

"I can always count on you to be understanding Mione." Harry grinned.

"Well, you can count on seeing even more of your office if you don't get to work." Hermione blew Harry a kiss and watched as the fire returned to normal. After a few minutes Hermione began to grin a very wicked grin.

Getting up from in front of the fire she went in search of her slinkiest dress.

Looking at her reflection in the elevator Hermione made sure all of her barely there dress was covered up with her long coat. When the doors opened she picked up the wicker basket that held a nice dinner and some things for after dinner. She put on a determined face, hoping to deter any attempts at pleasantries.

Arriving at the door that said "Office of Harry Potter" she did one last check of her appearance before she pulled out her wand and whispered the charms that she knew unlocked the door. Trying to keep quiet she opened the door and promptly dropped the basket.

The two people on the desk didn't notice Hermione. She had to admit that they did look pretty busy. The problem with that was that this girl and her long time boyfriend were busy fucking each other senseless. The girl was lying on her back with her blonde hair fanned out on the desk, her skirt pushed up around her hips, her legs locked around Harry's waist, and her shirt opened to reveal her black lace bra. Harry was standing over her, his pants around his ankles, holding the girl's waist as her pounded into her.

After a moment that seemed to last for hours the woman looked up, her light blue eyes meeting Hermione's chocolate brown ones. She stopped her ecstatic cries, causing Harry to finally look up.

"Oh god."

Hermione wasn't actually aware of leaving, she just found herself in the elevator before she knew she was moving. As the doors began to shut and she pushed the button she saw she was crying. Just before the doors were able to completely close a hand stuck itself in between the doors, forcing them back open.

Harry stepped into the elevator completely out of breath. "Mione." He panted, hands on his knees.

"Leave me alone." Hermione hissed.

"Please Mione, just give me a chance…"

"Chance for what Harry? Chance to fuck that girl, hell any girl? Fine you have your chance, bring them to the apartment for all I care because I'm leaving."

"No, Mione, you have to believe that she was nothing." He reached out for her hand.

"Do NOT touch me." Hermione said taking a step backwards. "I gave you everything Harry. I moved away from everything that I know to live with you, support your career. I gave up my weekends just to make you happy, to be near you. I sit at home all day, because you want me to be with you, but there is nothing for me here. God Harry, does it even mean anything to you that I moved with your sorry ass all the way to America? I HATE it here."

"I am so sorry Hermione. I didn't mean to make you unhappy, I lo…"

"Love me?" Hermione gave a short bitter laugh. "You never REALLY loved me. I can see that now. Go back to your 'work' Harry, I'm going home."

"So I'll see you when I get off of work and we can talk about this?"

"No. I'm not going to stay in that apartment any longer than it takes to get my things and go home. My real home. I'm going back to England, back to the people who really care about me. Don't come after me. " The doors opened and Hermione stepped out. She looked back at Harry. "I thought I could have loved you, I suppose I should actually thank you for showing me the error of my ways."

The door shut on any response Harry had.