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Severus was woken by something heavy on his chest. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times. Hermione was straddled over him. Her chest head pressed against his chest. When he moved slightly, she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Morning!" she chirped happily kissing him. He happily returned the kiss.

"What has you so excited this morning, my love?"

"Dumbledore is dead, and you're hopefully going to tell me you've figured out how the hell everyone knew about the attack on Belle." Severus smiled. Hermione had managed to get a grip on her emotions for now at least. And, of course, she wanted to double down on their mission... or, judging her position, him.

"I don't know how the order found out about Belle, I don't think they actually knew she was a Death Eater until then." She pouted a little. "But," he continued, "I did find out why the order was there. There is not a second spy, thankfully. There was some chatter from some of the under ground channels. Something about attacking a group around that time. I think the whole thing was prearranged and we just happened to end up under foot," Severus explained. Hermione sighed in relief.

"Good, I'd hate to have to think our intel had been compromised, or you had been compromised," she purred in his ear.

"Love, I would never betray you." She raised an eyebrow reminding him a bit of himself. "I've seen what you can do with a wand and I do not have a death wish."

"No, you have other wishes," she stated giving him a smile before kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her.

"I will admit, waking up to you on top of me," he stated to say before a loud 'thud' pulled both their attentions to the window. Hermione growled grabbing her wand and blasting the window to pieces. A very shocked owl hooted loudly at her before flying into the room.

"Let's see what your adoring public has to say about you're latest exploit," Severus grumbled as Hermione slid onto her side of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. Her bare feet brushed against the carpet. The owl landed on the nightstand next to her and pecked at her fingers as she tried to take the letter.

"On today's agenda, buy leather gloves," she muttered. Severus smiled sliding next to her.

"Weasleys?"

"Who else?" she asked opening the letter slowly.

"Are you still brainwashed?" Severus asked. Hermione laughed softly, a sound Severus much preferred to anything else.

"Yes, I'm still brainwashed, still need to be rescued, and now, they're worried because Dumbledore's dead and they're not sure who's behind it. They want me to come to the burrow where I'll be safe," she read before laughing again.

"Dunderheads. I wonder how they'll respond when they find out you're the one who took the meddling old goat out?"

"Should I write them and tell them I don't need saving from the man I love, and that it was by my hand their dimwitted manipulative leader perished?' she asked boredly.

"You won't get to see their faces, my love." She sighed.

"As usual, you're right. No, I'll wait and announce it when I'm face to face with them."

"There's three more owls. No, they won't let me take the letters." Hermione nodded tossing the Weasleys' letter into the waste basket. She'd burn it later. She turned to the next owl, glancing at the other two.

"Oh! Googly, let Severus take the letter." Severus blinked as the small owl happily hopped over to him.

"That's Luna's owl. He should let you have the letter now," she explained ripping another letter, this one from Ron, to shreds.

"She's inquiring if you've told me about the Headmaster position. She knows you killed Dumbledore and believes she has some information that we might be interested in, she's sent the date of the next Hogsmeade trip."

"Ginny did too," Hermione said reading the last letter. "She also wants to meet up then." Severus nodded. It would be dangerous for the pair of them to go, but Hermione alone might be alright. He couldn't be seen helping the students, not in that capacity.

"Speaking of the Headmaster position, Hermione, you're looking at him," he stated pulling her into a rough kiss. She smiled.

"Moldy agreed to put you in the position."

"Yes, with a few conditions, of course. I start in two days, give them time to grieve, and time for me to contact Minerva. We're going to need her on our side."

"I have no doubt she'll understand what we've had to do. Am I to pack my bags? Or am I staying here all alone?" she asked crawling into his lap.

"As if I would go anywhere without you by my side, my love?"