The day went by well for Hermione, because she didn't have DADA.

Hermione had classified days in two categories: there was the Fire Days, in which she was in a good mood, willing to learn everything, and most of all, she wanted to fence. But then, there was the Slick Ink Days, in which she was nervous, stressed, a bit depressive, and she didn't want to do anything else but to bury herself in a book.

Today was a Fire Day, and she wanted to run and to fence. After transfiguration, her last class of the day, she went outside and ran during an hour, waiting for Severus's classes to end.

After she had ran, she went to her room and made her homework. She glanced at the clock. It was quarter past eight.

She searched for her sword, changed her cloths and started to go down to the dungeons.

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Blaise had been at eight o'clock precisely knocking on his door. Severus hoped that Hermione wouldn't have the weird idea to come and visit him.

Blaise was sitting on his couch, biting nerviously on his thumb.

It was a very odd behaviour to the normally cool and composed Slytherin.

"- So, tell me, Blaise, what is on your heart?"

Blaise shrugged and glanced nervously to him.

"- Uhm… Severus, since your parent's death, no one is living in the Snape manor. I thought that maybe… you know… "

"- No I don't know, Blaise, be more precise. "

Blaise sighed and craned his neck.

"- I … I have a girlfriend."

° Me too…°

"- Could I go and stay at the Snape manor during the Christmas holidays with her?"

Severus blinked. His eyes narrowed.

"- And… Who is this girl?"

Blaise smiled dreamily.

"- A sixth year Raverclaw, Mariann Reglissa. And… Basil… could he stay too?"

Severus eyebrows shot up and gave his godson a concerned look.

° My goodness. . . I had no idea that Blaise was in that kind of stuff. . . Should have kept a better eye on him. °

"- Oh. . . Not like that. . . NO! He also has a girlfriend. Emmilya Flowerthorn, also a sixth year Raverclaw."

Severus was still looking at his godson. Could he really release four teenagers in his ex-home (not that it ever had been his real home)?

He heard Hermione's familiar rapping on the door. Panic flushed through him.

"- Okay, Blaise, you can go to Snape Manor to for the winter break with your friends. But if you break anything, you pay. And if you fuck up something, get out of it yourself. I'll owl you the keys later. Was it every thing you wanted?"

Blaise slowly nodded, seeing how nervous suddenly his Godfather had become. He was about to open the door, when Severus stopped him in time.

"- Blaise, better you use the door that brings you directly to the Slytherin common room, its past curfew."

Usually Severus wrote him an excuse if it was past curfew, but Blaise only nodded and went to the secret door.

Severus heard the door open and close; only then, he opened the door to Hermione.

"- Visit?"

Severus nodded, and almost against his own will, he perched forward to kiss her neck, just there where the nerve was twitching under her skin.

Blaise hadn't closed the door completely, and saw his godfather's actions. He looked at them, petrified, and then, decided that it wasn't his business, and went to the Slytherin common room.

But who was he kidding? Everything concerning his godfather was his business as well.

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