Chapter 2: When Angry, Count to Ten

He could kill her for coming here.

Hermione's eyes flew open; disoriented only a moment "Professor?"

"Shut up!" A myriad of emotions possessed him but he chose to embrace the familiar: anger. "Get out!"

"Please, I have nowhere to go!"

With her pale face and bitten lip, she looked so vulnerable; so exposed, so naked; it was indecent to look.

"That's not my concern."

She sat defiantly, vulnerability gone.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of." Grabbing her frizzy hair, twisting her head up; black eyes met brown. "I am a bad man, I have done things-"

"Killed Dumbledore?"