(So the plot didn't thicken in the last chapter as much as I wanted it to but I'll get over it. I kind of let the characters take me where they'd like to go and they didn't feel like thickening the plot in Chapter 5. So hopefully Chapter 6 will be a bit more action packed than the last. –Raea)

THIS CHAPTER IS NOT SCHOOL/WORK/CHILD SAFE!

Chapter 6

"Stop running!" Harry chased after a first year that had been frightened off by one of the older and more rugged of the Aurors. He huffed, picking up the speed, amazed at how fast little legs could move. The ten year old vanished into the Great Hall, no doubt attempting to blend in with the crowd. "Hey! Stop!" Harry spotted him rushing toward the teacher's table.

The little boy wrapped his arms around Hermione who had been deep in conversation with Professor Lovegood moments before, "What's wrong, little one?" Hermione cooed, stroking the little Hufflepuff's golden hair.

"That man is chasing me!" Henry O'Callaghan whimpered, squeezing onto his Head of House's waist for dear life.

"He won't hurt you," Hermione sighed after Harry had reached the table, "He's just silly. See? Auror Potter is a very nice man."

Harry forced a smile. The little twit had gone running to the first mother figure he'd spotted which would no doubt get Harry whacked on the back of the neck later, "I just wanted to tell you," he panted, "that Auror Jameson won't hurt you. He's just a little old and gray."

"That's right," Hermione comforted the shaking little boy as she threw a glare in Harry's direction which would rival one Molly Weasley, "All of the Aurors are here to protect you, not hurt you. They're nothing to be frightened of. Now run along to your table," Hermione patted him off, watching to make sure he made it to the Hufflepuff table in peace.

"Sorry," Harry groaned, resenting the impending speech before it had even left Hermione's lips.

"Sorry won't cut it. You should know better than to chase after a little first year, especially a Hufflepuff! They get scared too easily! The poor thing was shaking," Hermione made clicking sound with her tongue, shaking her head.

"It won't happen again," Harry sighed, trucking tiredly back toward the grounds. Hermione watched with a small smirk playing at her lips. Harry had his work cut out for him. He needed to learn that not all children were rambunctious and cool mannered as his own children. He'd need to figure out that all kids were different and should be treated as such. Running after one was just silly.

Hermione spent the next few nights in the library, literally peeling her mind out into books. She had to find out what the answer was to the issue at hand: the horcrux. They'd ignored it long enough and Hermione feared that the incidents with Rosemary would only get worse until the child died.

She'd walked the castle late at night, Marauder's Map in hand so that she could catch a glimpse of Remus, but no such luck came about. There were too many students and too many faculty members wandering about that she couldn't sort through them all.

Her 'unplanned' meetings with Severus became more and more frequent as the weeks bore on toward Halloween. She couldn't believe how often he'd find some excuse to talk with her. He'd even begun punishing Hufflepuffs for no reason just so he could have a chance to see her. It was getting to be a bit much for Hermione and therefore she'd set up a meeting with him for later that evening, ready to tell him what for.

As she finished her dinner she wondered what exactly she would say to the man sitting only a few chairs from her own. She was curious if she would tell him to bug off, take things more rationally and explain that she simply did not have the time for all these pointless meetings, or if she would completely forgo her plans and make something up. It was all very disconcerting considering she only had about thirty minutes until their meeting was due.

She made her way into the dungeons a little after eight, curious as to why Severus' door was open and not shut and warded as it usually is. Once she reached the office she noticed a student cowering in fear as he told the little girl off, explaining that she wasn't to go wandering around the dungeons after dark. After that he sent her off, beckoning for Hermione to come in.

She sat down quietly while he warded the door, silencing the room so they would not be overheard by wandering chits.

"What do you want?" He spat after sitting down across from her.

Hermione blinked stupidly, eyes wide with confusion at his change of tone, "Er… I just wanted to say that… I…" Oh Gods… She couldn't do this.

"Yes?" Severus' inky eyes bore into her, making her wriggle uncomfortably in her seat.

"Severus… It's just that I… I'm tired of these silly meetings. They have no purpose and you know it," Hermione forced out, her words in a jumble.

"They do have a purpose," Severus poorly hid a smirk.

Hermione felt a rosy blush flood her usually pale cheeks, "Severus!"

"What? I am a man. You are my wife," he stood, walking around the desk slowly. He stopped behind her chair, his spindly fingers locking down on her shoulders. "What's wrong with a man wanting to see his wife?"

Hermione shivered a bit at his touch. She wasn't sure if it was a frightened shiver or a hormonal shiver. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was still attracted to him.

"I think that you and I could work," Severus admitted, lowering himself so that his thin lips were right at her petite ear. He left a kiss, sending shivers down her spine.

"Severus, I-"

He cut her off, "Hermione. Don't fight with me. You cannot tell me that you don't love me still."

Hermione pondering on her next move, "Severus… You beat me nearly to death while I was pregnant. You loathed me. You spoke ill of me… It was all for something that I couldn't control. Yet you expect me to just come waltzing back into your arms as if nothing ever happened. You never hit a witch. Never," she swallowed a sob.

Severus spun her chair around with ease, kneeling so he was at her level, "I'm sorry. I was so angry that I just lost my mind. I've been taking medications ever since you left and… I think things are better. I want you to come home," Hermione could see the sincerity in his eyes.

Suddenly she launched forward, her lips locking with his as tears spilled down her cheeks. Her heart and mind were both so confused that she didn't know what to think or do. She just wanted to lose herself once… Just once she wanted to forget about it all and sleep with the man she married.

Severus lifted her with ease and bent her over his desk, jerking off her outer robe in the process. His nimble fingers jerked down her panties, ripping them and tossing them aside. Hermione felt a hard mass press into her rear through his trousers and she let out a soft moan, bearing her hips into him. He groaned loudly, tearing off his own pants and tossing them into the pile of clothes by the fire.

As her skirt was hiked up around her mid-waist, she felt herself melt. This was what she'd been craving. The Muggles she'd had affairs with in the past had not been nearly as good as her Severus. They didn't know that she liked a little force or a little pain. Hermione wiggled under him, begging for his warmth to push inside her.

It didn't take long for him to comply, shoving his length deep within her.

"Oh! Severus!" Hermione half moaned, half hissed. It had been so long since she'd felt a large cock.

He pumped mercilessly inside her, slapping her rear here and there. Hermione moaned his name repeatedly, working her hips back against him. He grabbed her wrists, holding them behind her back with one hand, forcing her face to slam down against the wooden desk and assorted papers as he worked faster, his own grunts and groans mixing with hers.

"Severus! I'm going to-"

She let out a long, low moan, bucking her hips back against him as he released his seed inside her. It was then… Right then, that she remembered she hadn't taken a potion in nearly a decade. If things were true to form with Severus then she wouldn't get pregnant. She hope to God not. After all she was nearly forty seven.

And it was Severus! What had she just done? Hermione stood, grabbed her things, scourgified herself, and ran from the office, tears streaking her cheeks.

(Sex, sex, sex. Review please! –Raea)