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Chapter 13

As soon as Hermione had exited the staff room, she had burst into tears, she really couldn't understand why it was that she was crying yet again, she hadn't cried this much since….well never.

The young teenager made her way up the spiraling stair case to the Astronomy tower, she was sobbing silently, and she was so worn out she thought she'd collapse. She had thought about going back to her dorm but decided she would get more peace this way. As she pushed open the door, a light breeze stung at her wet cheeks, but before she could step out onto the landing her gaze caught hold of Severus and a tall leggy blonde. She quickly wiped at her tear strained face and swallowed hard, they hadn't noticed she was there yet.

The blonde had crushed herself up against Severus, and was caressing his face, and what struck her as though someone had stabbed her repeatedly in the stomach was that he smiled. Something he had never done in her presence, it hurt and a stab of jealousy rain through her like the wind did during an extremely terrible blizzard.

She gasped for air, and suddenly they both turned towards her, Severus with a look of shame and guilt, started towards her, but she held up her hand in attempt to get him to stop. "Don't…" She could barely get that one word out, she felt as though she had been betrayed, but that was wrong, they weren't married, and they sure ass hell weren't anything but enemies, once again. So why did it feel this way?

"Hermione, its not what it looks like, I swear on Albus that it's not!" Severus' face had contorted to a look of plea. He again attempted to get closer to her.

Instead of holding up her hand to warn him off, she stepped back as though she had been struck a cross the face for being disobedient. "Of course its not…" She whispered, her voice hoarse in her attempt to speak once again. Finally with every ounce of energy left in her she spat out angrily, "Professor… I expect that when we are married that you… keep your sordid affairs at a minimal and if that's to hard, make sure that they are committed away from the ears and eyes of anyone else, I'd rather not have to hear about them." Before leaving in a hurry; back to the safe haven of her dormitory.

"Damn it all!" Severus growled in anger, and frustration kicked at the door, big mistake, that hurt.

The forgotten blonde raised a questioning eyebrow, "Married?"

"Oh lord, Fiona I'm sorry about this. My brother is an idiot, please forgive me, for had I known that you were going to be here I would have told you from the start. I know I should have done so as soon as you arrived, but I was angry and needed something to distract me. In this case it was a someone. I am terrible sorry. I really should kick Socrates' arse, I'm sorry for leading you on but I'd be lying if I said that I wanted to actually have the affair that Hermione has accused us of. I've really never thought about you that way, not even when we were growing up." He looked shamefully off into the distance, not wanting to she her reaction.

Fiona sighed, 'She had figured as much, but she, wasn't about to give up yet.' She smiled softly and spoke, "I understand, you love her, I'll be going now." As she descended the stair, an evil smile crossed her face, 'I'll be back though, and you dear Severus will be mine.'

Severus watched her go and let out a relieved sigh, he descended towards the dungeons an hour later. He entered his quarters and went straight for his Firewhisky, he made a vow that late he would explain to Hermione what had happened, and then maybe just maybe she wouldn't hate him.