Chapter 10

Hermione appeared at the front door of Shell Cottage. She knocked on the door with the book in hand. She was greeted by Harry, just the person she wanted to see.

"Hermione! It's great to see you, in light of what happened."

"Harry, can I come in?" Her voice was frantic.

"Of course. What's going on?"

" Severus. He is...well. Just look at this." She handed him the book forcefully. She studied his face while he looked through the book of pictures.

"Whoa. She was beautiful, like I have never seen." He said quietly. She could see a tear forming in his eye.

"Yes, Harry. She was incredibly gorgeous." She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Did he take all of these photos?"

"The evidence points to him."

" Wait, you didn't say anything to him. Did you?"

"No. My anger overflowed my mind I guess. I don't mean to be rash, or uncaring, but she is gone Harry. He doesn't understand that, or want to come to terms with it. We are getting married and I can't have him pretending that I am your mother."

" You have feelings for him, don't you?"

Her silence confirmed his suspicions.

"Tell him 'Mione."

" How can I do that? If he wishes that I am your mother, what the point?"

" You don't know that he does."

" Harry. You are holding his stalker book in your hands. He left it in my dresser."

" You have to talk to him about it. Sooner or later. You guys are bound together."
" I know. Damn the Ministry."

"It's not that bad, Hermione. I have to bed Minerva." He whispered in her ear. Hermione giggled. He had a point.

"You have a point. How's that going, anyway?"

" Haven't talked yet. Awkward. Way to awkward to talk."

"Harry..."

"I know, I know." They were somewhat rudely interrupted by Ron, running down the stairs.

"'Mione!" Ron did a running, jumping hug.

"Ugh! Ron...!" She squeaked out.

"WHAT THE HELL IS TOUCHING ME, GODDAMN IT!" Hermione screamed. She felt something on her leg, upper thigh. It was on Ron.

"Oops." He bent down, covering the tent in his pants.

"Oops. OOPS? You put your penis on my leg, and you say OOPS? Why did you hug me with a boner? PERVERT? Why did you get a boner from out hug? GROSS." She yelled at him, absolutely disgusted.

"I didn't! I ran down to grab a toy..." He knew he already said too much.

"Why do you need a toy?" Both Hermione and Harry yelled.

"Babe? What's going on?" A girl wrapped in a blanket appeared at the top of the stairs. She most defiantly was naked under that blanket.

"Go back in the bedroom, Love." Ron said

"EWWW SEX TOY?" They also both yelled.

"Who is that?" Harry went to get a better look at the girl Ron was bedding.

"Katie?"

" What the fuck" Ron ran back upstairs. Harry and Hermione decided not to follow Ron and his sexual adventures.
" He forgot the toy."

"Who...Severus?"

" Why are you here?" Hermione asked.

"I have come to claim what is mine."

"Fine. Take the damn book! I hate you!" She threw the book at him. She was crying. He caught it.

"I didn't mean the book." He said and threw it to the ground. "I don't want this anymore. I don't need it."

" Why is that? You actually have a girl to get off to now? Don't need your sick imaginary porn?"

" No. I don't need it now because she is dead. I couldn't protect her, or save her. I failed Lily. I am not about to make the same mistake, and fail you."

" I don't need saving, nor protecting."

" Please. Hermione. I don't want to lose you."

" You'll never lose me. Remember? We have to fuck every other fucking day." She was so angry.

"Even if we would never have sex, or kiss or hug. I never want to lose your company."

" How can I trust you, Severus? I am so scared that you see me as her, even you don't say so. I have cared for you. For such a long time, I have cared for you. I let you have my heart and this is what I get?"

" Hermione. I am sorry. I should have gotten rid of that book so many years ago. Please."

" I don't know..." Her voice was not angry, but scared.

"Please. Please come home."

" I...I..."

"kiss me."

" Excuse me?" She said.
" Kiss me. Please."

" Why?"

" Please. Just do it." She walked over to him and hesitated before touching him. She looked up into his eyes, and studied them. He wrapped his arms around her. He bent his head down to her. Their lips were so close, yet didn't touch. He waited for her to make the final move. She did second later. The kiss was full of fire and passion. Better than the last kiss. His breath was warm and full of romance. She was caught in his trap. He was like a carnivorous plant, and she was the fly. The only problem with that is that she let herself become the fly.