Hey you guys, what's up? Hellsong and I have decided to co write 2 different fics that are related to each other. They both have to do with the song 'baby got back' by Sir Mixalot. We had gone to see "Lord of the Rings", it was her 1st time, my 6th [what can I say, I am madly in love with that movie, and for anyone who wants to know what the 2nd movie is about go see it again, there is a new trailer for the "Two Towers" that is incredible

* gleeful smile * I love the movie] so be looking for those fics soon one will be on my name, one will be on hers. They will be funny! And also I am about to begin another HG/SS fic, I've almost worked out how to begin it. Lol, me and my imagination, it keeps on coming up w/ new ideas, and then it forces me like the slave driver it is to redo the chappy, oh well. Oh this is a long chapter, it took up 10 pages in my spiral when I wrote it, and I write small.

~Willow~



Feelings for a Death Eater: Chapter 7: Nervous Feelings/ How to Tell the Truth



I blinked; wondering where I was. The room was pitch black and the air was cold on my skin. I turned over and felt someone's arms tighten around me. I suddenly realized I was naked, pressed up against a man's body. I nuzzled up against their chest and swung my leg over their thigh.

"Severus," I yawned happily. What?! Was I sleeping with Severus? Had we just sex?

"Hermione," Someone whispered, I think Severus, Kissing the top of my head lightly.

"Um hu," I responded. It was clear I was just watching what I was doing.

"I'm so glad we are finally married," I listened carefully, and decided I was talking to Severus.

"I am too," I sighed, turning my head to look straight into Severus Snape's warm cheerful expression. I brought my hand up, and ran my fingers over his cheek, then kissed the base of his throat.

"Don't get me started again, love, I don't think either one of us is up to another bought of love making," he grinned down at me, and I laughed quietly.

"I could make love to you for thousands of years,' I purred into his throat. He chuckled and pulled me closer.

""I'll remember that when I'm old and grey, and you're still young and beautiful."

"Don't worry, so will I," I said as I pulled myself up and straddled him and peered down into his black, depthless eyes.

"I love you Severus Snape, and I always will. Never forget that." I kissed his soft lips softly, lowering my self onto his chest. Once, twice, and again."

"Hermione…"

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"Hermione, Hermione, wake up. You need to go to bed." My eyes fluttered open and a groan escaped my chapped lips, which I licked. I sat up from my perch on the window seat, and rubbed my lower back. I looked up at Lavender's concerned face and gave her a small smile.

"Thank you," I said as I stood up and stretched.

"Welcome, I just thought you might be more comfortable in your own bed."

"I will be," I paused and looked out at the moon bathed lawn.

"What time is it Lavender?"

"Ten o'clock, since tomorrow is a Hogsmead trip, I'm going to bed."

"Alright," I said as I walked over to my chest and pulled out my pajamas.

"Are you going?"

"No," popped out of my mouth before I could think.

"Well," if you decide to change your mind you're welcome to come along with my and my friends." I winced at her comment; I didn't have any girl friends. But I turned around and smiled at her anyways.

"Thank you, but I don't think I will." I felt kind of bad for lying to her about going, because I really was, just to explain to my two best friends how my world was falling apart.

"Well, the offer still stands, good night Hermione," Lavender got in bed and closed the curtains around her bed.

"Goodnight," I whispered, taking off my blue tank top and putting on my "Harry Potter Fan Club" shirt that Ron had made in our fifth year. Then I took off my hip hugging jeans, and then put all my clothes at the end of my bed so the house elves would clean them. As I got in bed and pulled the curtains around me I crossed my fingers so I wouldn't have anymore 'Sexual Snape' dreams, it had been six days since I had talked to Harry or Ron or even seen Snape. I had spent a lot of time ignoring the three's questioning looks, and I giggled at the thought of how Snape would just love to know I had put him in the same category as Harry. My last thoughts were based on how I would explain to Harry and Ron about Severus.

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When I woke up the next morning everyone was gone from the room. I saw my clothes I had put out the night before sitting on my trunk and I put them away, and then got out a small skirt, and a red short sleeved shirt. I bent down and got my knee high boots from under my bed, then made my way to the prefect's bathroom. I quickly took a bath and dried my hair, then put on a little bit of makeup and my clothing.

My stomach was filled with butterflies; I hoped that Harry and Ron had gotten my notes at breakfast about how I was ready to talk. As I walked back into my room I pulled my hair up into a pony tail with a red ribbon then put my black robed on, why did I feel that I needed to look nice for this? It wasn't like I needed to prove anything to them; they had been my best friends since out first year. I sighed and walked into the common room, I had told them to meet me at the Tree Broom Sticks at three, and it was only one thirty. I decided to go on to the village and shop for my father's birthday present.

The castle halls were empty and I ran down the stairs and out the front doors. The day was lovely and arm, and there were so many people lounging out under the sun.

I walked the path down to Hogsmead Feeling nervous but happy. Finally I wouldn't have to lie, and maybe they wouldn't hate me.

As I browsed the shops I found a non sugar type of chocolate that was delicious, and it changed your tongue a different color every minute while preventing cavities. I bought him a galleons worth, I just knew he would love it. When I stepped out of the store I looked up at a clock embedded in the wall and saw that it was two fifty. I walked towards the small pub and pushed the door open laughter and singing washed over me and I smiled as I entered. I passed a table full of teachers and saw Snape among them. He looked at me with surprise, but then I could see something like hunger in his eyes. I clenched my fists, knowing it was going to be difficult telling Ron and Harry about our relationship with him staring down my back. I averted my eyes, and made my way over to a table where I saw Ron sitting. I glanced over at the bar and saw Harry ordering our Butter Beers.

"Ello, Ron," I said quietly as I slid into the booth. I hoped Lavender wouldn't walk in and think me rood.

"Hello," Ron said, eyeing me with a worried expression.

Harry came over to the table, setting down our drinks with a clunk, and looked at me oddly.

"Why are you dressed up?" there was a silent pause," who are you Hermione, I don't think we have known for a long time, have we?" Harry said after a minute. I shook my head, trying to suppress the tears that pressed against the back of my eyes. I had missed sharing everything with them, and here was my chance.

"I don't know where to begin."

"How about at the beginning," Ron said gently, placing his arm around me and giving me a squeeze.

"Um, well in our fifth year… do you remember the time Malfoy trashed my family, you guys, Dumbledore, Hagrid, and Hogwarts?"

"Ya, of course," Ron pointed out.

"Yes, so I went to the forbidden forest where he told me to meet him,"

"I still can't believe you didn't tell us you were going!" Ron exclaimed.

"Shut up, Ron, let her get through an entire sentence before you cut her off!" why was Harry so mad? Was he really that hateful towards Snape?

"That night there was something in the woods, I can't remember, and it caught me and knocked me out. Snape saved me. He told me later when I woke up that he had caught wind of the Draco's plan to leave me there and how he wasn't going to come. So he came after me with every intention to give me a fat whopper of a detention, but he saw it catch hold of me. He took me like an object form its arms and revived me in his office. That was when I was still striving to be a prefect so we made a deal that he wouldn't tell, even though Dumbledore found out, if I would grade his papers, help with experiments, clean his personal chambers, etc."

"And this has been going on since that night?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Yes," I murmured.

"What else, you're not telling us everything," Harry persisted. Crud, he knew me too well. I really didn't want to tell them, I mean I was so embarrassed!

"I really don't want to tell you," I blushed a deep crimson red, but when I looked at Harry I knew I was going to have to.

"Well, about two weeks ago, the day that Snape had been gone and his classes canceled, that was the reason I was acting weird. So when I said I was going to bed, I really went to his chambers and fell asleep waiting for him. When he got back he was beaten up really bad, but he picked me up and put me in his bed anyways and slept in a really uncomfortable chair.

"What! You've slept in his bed!" Ron and Harry exclaimed. I slapped my hands over their mouths, as we got strange looks. Especially from Snape, I could feel it.

"Not with him, now let me finish before I loose my nerve, you don't know how hard this is." I drew in a shaky breath, and then continued. " when I woke up and found him I moved him to his room and cleaned him up, after he was asleep I fell asleep, next to the bed in a little, brown, uncomfortable, wooden chair. Um…" I trialed off not wanting to continue.

"Hermione," Harry said sternly.

Ron just gave me a reassuring squeeze and I took a deep breath.

"That night," I began slowly," I dreamed that Severus and I began to have sex, don't stop me," I said sharply.

"Then when I woke up I quickly high tailed it out of there, I was so embarrassed because he asked me why I was moaning his name. I told Ginny, but I was never able to approach you, believe me if I had thought you could take it without acting like an over protective brother, especially you Harry, I would have told you. But by your baffled expressions I can tell you never though little Hermione could have these thoughts.

"N…no, not really," Ron stammered.

"Anything else?' Harry growled, gods he was mad.

"Well I haven't been able to stop thinking of him, and I am still having dreams." I couldn't look at either of them, I felt so dirty. We sat in silence, our butter beer untouched. What were they thinking? I knew Harry was speechless, and Ron was plain bewildered and struck speechless.

"I'm…I'm sorry," I whispered as tears coursed down my cheeks and I let my hair drape around my face. They hadn't said anything for then minutes, I was desperate.

"I can't help it, and I have tried to stop, you don't know how hard," I sobbed loudly. I felt Ron pull my head to his shoulder, and I clutched him for dear life.

"There…there," and suddenly he was there again, being king and understanding as he stroked my hair that I had taken out over the past hour.

"Nothing is your fault, Hermione," and Harry was there to, patting me on the back, he sounded sweet, not cruel.

None of us saw the worried looks that we were getting or the footsteps.

"Any Problem, Potter?" I suddenly stopped in mid sob, and clutched onto Ron even harder. Why did Snape have to come out of no where?

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Hehe, don't you love it when they lave you hanging? Oh just to let you know my next fic is called the Seer and will be out in the next few days. So look for it. And read my poems and stuff too and review it, I know you don't want to, but go ahead.

Nighty night

~Willow~



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