"Good night Miss Granger." He whispered.

She was shocked by his lack of cold indifference, normally they stopped acknowledging each other right as dinner was ending. She bit her bottom lip once then summoned all of her Gryffindor courage. "Good night Severus."

She turned and disappeared into her bedroom before he could comment. Was it so wrong to be on first name basis? They got along well enough and they had been locked together for just a little over a month now. Snape looked after her, mildly stunned then entered his room. He could call her Hermione, it would take some tries but he could.

Chapter 10- Leaving

Hermione's hand brushed his arm as she ran by him, smiling. She turned around to dance backwards to the lake, laughing at him, the dress she wore flowing behind her. He smiled as she spun a circle then waded into the water. He walked down the small slope, hands in his pockets. When he reached the shore she splashed at him, bending down he splashed back and she laughed, attacking him with a wet hug, toppling him over into the water. He laughed and rolled over so she was in the water.

Severus woke with a start, the smell of cinnamon strong in the air. He rubbed his face with his hands and dressed, keeping his mind distinctly detached. He walked down the hall to the kitchen, surprised to see Hermione up. She was taking the cinnamon smelling things out of the oven and turning to throw chopped fruits into a bowl when she spotted him.

"Good morning Severus." She smiled. She liked his name, no that she would ever admit it, but it felt nice on her tongue.

"Good morning Miss- er, Hermione."

She chuckled and picked up the bowl of fruit and the cinnamon things and placed them on the table. He tried desperately not to think of his dream when she laughed. A dream that obnoxiously reminded him of a muggle movie he was forced to watch in a muggle studies class, yet was pleasant all the same.

"What ever possessed you to cook?"

"I was up far too early and bored. I made lunch while I was at it." She smiled. "Besides, I remembered what you said about a good brewer being a good cook. Come."

Was that a wink? He shook his head, trying to fight the shock crossing his features. She pretended not to notice and directed him to the table where he sat and looked suspiciously at what she cooked. "I hate to seem naïve but what are those?" He pointed to the curls of bread.

"Cinnamon rolls." She said with disinterest then stopped what she was doing. "Wait, you've never had one?"

"No. I've never much been into anything that looked like that, never bothered with the name either." He was still eyeing the pastries suspiciously.

Hermione giggled. "I suppose that makes sense. Here," she held up a cinnamon roll, inches from his chin.

What did she want him to do, take it? Surely she didn't expect him to take a bite right from her hand. Decided on the safe side he took it from her grasp then bit into it. He chewed it thoughtfully then swallowed. "It's good."

Hermione beamed.

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"Damn it!"

"Language, Professor." Hermione said mocking him. She had entered the store room to find Severus staring up at his shelves angrily. He ran his fingers through his hair, his shoulders heaving in frustration.

Severus shot her a glare. "I seem to be out of most of my rare ingredients. I don't know where else to get them, the Hogsmead and the Diagon alley apothecaries stopped selling half this stuff at Voldemort's prime. I need those to continue this potion!"

She understood his frustration, the waking potion he was creating was mean to end any comatose state or metal illness. Illness like the Longbottoms had. She walked up to him and looked at the empty bottles he was fixing with a glare.

"I know where you could restock." She mumbled.

Severus didn't catch it. "What was that?"

"I know where you could find all these. And more."

"How- Nevermind."

Hermione hesitantly put her hand lightly on his arm. "Do you trust me?"

He stared at her half a second before he understood. He sneered. "If you're going to side along apparate attached to me like that than I think I'll wait."

With a smirk she removed her hand and instead linked arms with him. She was amused to feel him stiffen. She closed her eyes and pictured the homey looking outside of the apothecary. With a pop they disappeared.

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