I own J.K, wait, that was wrong! oh no, i am so sued! j/k, nothing is mine but the story.
New recommendations,
Where are you?: Valmont
Shining silver: Kingess
Broken my heart: Imagination-Nation
Harry Potter and the Orb of Leskabob: standgurl
Perfect candidate: Fanciful Sovreign
Groaning as she woke up, Hermione knew she had to go back to the burrow and she couldn't find an excuse not to, so she realised, basically, she wasn't getting out of it. She was still angry with Severus, but had cooled down quite a bit since the previous night, and thought by the time night fell, they could discuss things. The thing that annoyed her most was that Severus viewed her as a possession, someone who he could control and see when it was convenient for him. Well, Hermione Granger didn't change her life for anyone, unless it was highly important, and this was not one of those things. She knew Dumbledore was covering her classes while she went to sort something out with Ron, so they could get rid of the problem, namely Lucius Malfoy. She wished Dumbledore would tell her class was more important, so she could avoid Ron and the huge awkward situation that would occur as she stepped out of the burrow fireplace.
Ron waited on the sofa, edgily, knowing any minute that Hermione would be arriving, gorgeous as ever, reminding him of what he deeply desired but would never be able to have, to hold, to cherish and to love. He knew it wasn't to be, but he couldn't help wishing all the same. He wondered if the reason they argued so much was to do with sexual tension on his part, or whether they were just too incompatible to ever be the couple he saw them as. There was no use brooding, he knew that and knowing this made him brood all the more. The next thing he knew, Hermione was brushing herself off as she stepped out of the fireplace, looking quite stern, jaw set with an expression that clearly said 'I'm here for business only!'
"Hi Hermione. How are you?" He asked, nervously, though not wanting a tense silence.
"Not great, so if you don't mind, can we get this over and done with? I've got stuff to do!" Hermione snapped back at his question, startling him as he realised the cold tone in her voice.
"Calm down, I was just asking!" He retaliated. "Anyway, what are we going to do about Lucius Malfoy. It needs to be nipped in the bud, this muggle killing sport, but it order to get him done, we need to catch him."
"Its going to be quite hard. We can't exactly see what he's doing unless we follow him and we can't do that constantly, what with our jobs and all." Hermione calmed while discussing what they could do about the situation. Ron's eyes suddenly lit up.
"I've got an idea! Meet me in Dumbledore's office at ten 'o clock tomorrow morning!" Hermione gave him a puzzled look but agreed, said goodbye and returned to Hogwarts, leaving Ron feeling very pleased with himself.
Hermione, not expecting to be back so soon, but all the same, glad she was, returned to teaching her classes. She was curious about Ron's idea for catching Lucius Malfoy, his face dwelling on her mind, no matter how hard she tried to shove the image away. As her 5th year Gryffindor/Ravenclaw class sat quietly writing their essays on the unforgivable curses and attempts to defend them, Hermione began a letter to her parents, telling them how she was doing, but leaving out the current situation. She knew she could easily apparate over to them but she needed to be more independant and she didn't want her parents thinking she was homesick and couldn't cope when she quite clearly could. It would only cause them to worry, which she also didn't want to burden them with. 'Let them concentrate on their dentistry', she thought, 'it always worked before.'
After soaking for about an hour in the bath, Hermione climbed under the cover of her bed, in her favourite Disney pyjamas, that she had bought in muggle London, the previous summer. She took a drink of water from the glass, placed on the bedside cabinet and just as she went to blow out the candle, there was a knock on the door, so she flipped the cover off and went to answer whoever had summoned her out of bed. She felt her shoulders tense as she opened the door to Severus, who was looking quite apologetic.
"I'm sorry" He said rather grudgingly, but he had said it all the same and that was all that mattered. Hermione relaxed and opened the door wider, as if to ask him in, an accepted invitation.
"So, what made you realise that conclusion, Severus?" Hermione sat down on the bed, looking at him taking in his features, his set jaw, the smooth black hair that framed his expressionless face, his graceful body that seemed to glide from place to place.
"The things you said, and I realised I should trust you, and though I feel not the same about Mr Weasley, I figured in a situation such as we are in, I shouldn't be so hasty, or so petty." He saw himself reflected in her chocolate brown eyes, almost sorrowful and her auburn curls, glinting by the candlelight. She stood up and waled towards him, her eyes staring into his, no feeling in her face. She stopped and their eyes locked for what seemed like forever, until she finally said, "Good answer, Severus", smiled took his hand and led him to the bed.
"We should argue more often, if we are going to make up like this," Severus joked.
"Let me forgive you properly, Severus." Hermione whispered, pushing him down, and letting the night sweep over them, as they were engulfed in their own desire.
New recommendations,
Where are you?: Valmont
Shining silver: Kingess
Broken my heart: Imagination-Nation
Harry Potter and the Orb of Leskabob: standgurl
Perfect candidate: Fanciful Sovreign
Groaning as she woke up, Hermione knew she had to go back to the burrow and she couldn't find an excuse not to, so she realised, basically, she wasn't getting out of it. She was still angry with Severus, but had cooled down quite a bit since the previous night, and thought by the time night fell, they could discuss things. The thing that annoyed her most was that Severus viewed her as a possession, someone who he could control and see when it was convenient for him. Well, Hermione Granger didn't change her life for anyone, unless it was highly important, and this was not one of those things. She knew Dumbledore was covering her classes while she went to sort something out with Ron, so they could get rid of the problem, namely Lucius Malfoy. She wished Dumbledore would tell her class was more important, so she could avoid Ron and the huge awkward situation that would occur as she stepped out of the burrow fireplace.
Ron waited on the sofa, edgily, knowing any minute that Hermione would be arriving, gorgeous as ever, reminding him of what he deeply desired but would never be able to have, to hold, to cherish and to love. He knew it wasn't to be, but he couldn't help wishing all the same. He wondered if the reason they argued so much was to do with sexual tension on his part, or whether they were just too incompatible to ever be the couple he saw them as. There was no use brooding, he knew that and knowing this made him brood all the more. The next thing he knew, Hermione was brushing herself off as she stepped out of the fireplace, looking quite stern, jaw set with an expression that clearly said 'I'm here for business only!'
"Hi Hermione. How are you?" He asked, nervously, though not wanting a tense silence.
"Not great, so if you don't mind, can we get this over and done with? I've got stuff to do!" Hermione snapped back at his question, startling him as he realised the cold tone in her voice.
"Calm down, I was just asking!" He retaliated. "Anyway, what are we going to do about Lucius Malfoy. It needs to be nipped in the bud, this muggle killing sport, but it order to get him done, we need to catch him."
"Its going to be quite hard. We can't exactly see what he's doing unless we follow him and we can't do that constantly, what with our jobs and all." Hermione calmed while discussing what they could do about the situation. Ron's eyes suddenly lit up.
"I've got an idea! Meet me in Dumbledore's office at ten 'o clock tomorrow morning!" Hermione gave him a puzzled look but agreed, said goodbye and returned to Hogwarts, leaving Ron feeling very pleased with himself.
Hermione, not expecting to be back so soon, but all the same, glad she was, returned to teaching her classes. She was curious about Ron's idea for catching Lucius Malfoy, his face dwelling on her mind, no matter how hard she tried to shove the image away. As her 5th year Gryffindor/Ravenclaw class sat quietly writing their essays on the unforgivable curses and attempts to defend them, Hermione began a letter to her parents, telling them how she was doing, but leaving out the current situation. She knew she could easily apparate over to them but she needed to be more independant and she didn't want her parents thinking she was homesick and couldn't cope when she quite clearly could. It would only cause them to worry, which she also didn't want to burden them with. 'Let them concentrate on their dentistry', she thought, 'it always worked before.'
After soaking for about an hour in the bath, Hermione climbed under the cover of her bed, in her favourite Disney pyjamas, that she had bought in muggle London, the previous summer. She took a drink of water from the glass, placed on the bedside cabinet and just as she went to blow out the candle, there was a knock on the door, so she flipped the cover off and went to answer whoever had summoned her out of bed. She felt her shoulders tense as she opened the door to Severus, who was looking quite apologetic.
"I'm sorry" He said rather grudgingly, but he had said it all the same and that was all that mattered. Hermione relaxed and opened the door wider, as if to ask him in, an accepted invitation.
"So, what made you realise that conclusion, Severus?" Hermione sat down on the bed, looking at him taking in his features, his set jaw, the smooth black hair that framed his expressionless face, his graceful body that seemed to glide from place to place.
"The things you said, and I realised I should trust you, and though I feel not the same about Mr Weasley, I figured in a situation such as we are in, I shouldn't be so hasty, or so petty." He saw himself reflected in her chocolate brown eyes, almost sorrowful and her auburn curls, glinting by the candlelight. She stood up and waled towards him, her eyes staring into his, no feeling in her face. She stopped and their eyes locked for what seemed like forever, until she finally said, "Good answer, Severus", smiled took his hand and led him to the bed.
"We should argue more often, if we are going to make up like this," Severus joked.
"Let me forgive you properly, Severus." Hermione whispered, pushing him down, and letting the night sweep over them, as they were engulfed in their own desire.