Infatuation: Chapter Two
Summary: (RL-HG-SS triangle) Hermione's been a bit of a bad Head Girl. She's fallen in love, the only problem is that she's promised herself to another. Now she's in love with two completely different men, and neither of them know she's with them both. What will she do when one finds out about the other?
Disclaimer: Not mine, all J.K.'s. You know the drill.
Chapter Two: A child.
Hermione's mind seemed to freeze over the moment Severus' lips brushed against her own. Her heart rate began to quicken and her knees began to weaken. How could one man do that with just a kiss?
Her thoughts were soon able to gather themselves and she pulled back from Severus' grasp.
"No! Severus, I've already told you... we can't..." Hermione said firmly, though her heart and head weren't in it.
Severus smirked, his hand brushed against her cheek. "Now you and I both know you didn't mean that."
Hermione took another step backwards. "You can't be so hypocritical. You've ignored me for a week when you saw Remus and I... when Remus and I were... Well you know what you saw. You can't say that is wrong and... this isn't," she said, motioning between him and herself.
"Hermione, I don't believe I ever said this was wrong."
"It's what you're thinking."
"And you know exactly what I'm thinking?" Severus queried, leaning against Hermione's four-poster.
"Yes!" Hermione said, though, both, she and him knew she had no clue. "You talked to Remus, I know you did. You're thinking what I did with him was wrong, but-" Severus cut her off.
"It was wrong!" Severus roared, advancing slightly. "You're with me; you can't be with another man!"
Hermione's eyes narrowed, "And how many people will you admit it to?" she countered angrily.
"That's beside the point," he muttered, still angry, "You haven't told Weasley, or Potter!"
"Are you kidding me? They would want to attack me as much as they would you."
"Little boys like them? You must be joking, Granger."
Hermione turned her back on him. "See, you just think I'm a child."
She heard Severus sigh. After a few moments his arms curled around her waist as he lowered his chin to her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "You're more a woman than you know."
Hermione leant against him, her eyes closed. "How do I know that's what you really think?"
Severus sighed again, this time a more thinking kind of sigh. "I guess you'll have to trust me then."
Hermione turned to face him, her eyes pouring into his. "I just don't know if I can," she told him, her voice hardly audible.
Severus' eyes widened slightly and a look Hermione had only ever seen once for a moment escaped into his eyes. The one look she never wanted to cause in his eyes: Hurt.
Hermione turned her head away, but Severus caught her chin, his eyes searching her own. He seemed to be searching desperately, finally his eyes stopped.
"Merlin, you're not kidding."
Hermione stepped back, head bowed. "Severus, I'm... I'm really sorry. I do l... I... We..."
"Forget it," Severus said, angry again. He pushed passed her and flung the door open. He turned the corner and escaped down the staircase.
Hermione's eyes looked painfully to the doorway. That hadn't just happened, had it?
She stood there a few moments longer before carefully shutting the door.
Severus stormed into his quarters, a lot angrier than he had been when he left Hermione's rooms; a lot more. He pushed everything off his desk with one swipe of his long arm and collapsed into his desk-chair.
It couldn't be true, could it? Did she not trust me? How could she say that? Why? What had he done? There was no way that she knew of his... past, was there? Lupin!
He wouldn't, would he? Not his trusted friend.
Remus and he had grown to be close friends through a mission for the order when Severus had saved Remus' life. This mission had taken place in Hermione's sixth year. He knew this because it was the summer he and Hermione had fallen in love.
Yes, in love.
And now she might be taken from him, from the same man whose life he saved.
"I should have just let the damn bastard die!" Severus growled, his eyes concentrating so hard of a glare onto his desk, he feared he would burn a hole through it.
"What bas'ard?" a seductive, accented voice rippled from within the shadows.
Severus' eyes shot up, but he was used to this. Miriska hardly even consider another's privacy.
"Mira, how many times-"
"-Mus' I no do 'dat," Miriska finished for him, though her English was not exactly that good.
Mira sat on the edge of his desk. "Are you a-right, Mas'er?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.
"Yes, yes," Severus lied quickly, shooing her off his desk.
He stood up and began pacing. His eyes flicked to Mira occasionally.
Mira stood next to the desk, patiently quiet. She was used to him doing this when he got frustrated, or when he was thinking. And she knew better than to make noise while he did so.
Finally, his pacing finished and be passed to the hidden door, which led to his sleeping quarters. He removed the silken-laden book on the middle-right shelf of his bookcase and muttered his password before passing into what looked to be just a cupboard.
Mira followed, standing next to him, still silent.
Severus shut the door behind them. The cupboard filled with light and Severus turned to the left wall. He gave it his second password, which Mira knew, and a second door appeared. He opened this and walked down the corridor he had just stepped into. Finally he reached the last door, this being the final door to his quarters. This one was un-passworded.
He opened it and found himself in his cosy, slightly over-sized, living room. A door to the left led to the actual bedroom, and a door to the right led to his bathroom.
Mira made herself at home on a couch as Severus stopped at his shelf of alcohol.
He poured himself a strong drink and Mira a glass of water; she wasn't to drink alcohol.
He passed Mira her water and walked into the bedroom. He downed his drink before throwing the glass at the wall as he looked at his bed. It was where they had made love, where Hermione had first admitted her true love to him. And when he had realised, he was infatuated.
"Mas'er, what is happenin'?" Mira asked, rushing into the room quickly.
"Nothing," Severus snapped, collapsing face-down onto the bed.
He felt the bed move as Mira sat down next to him, stroking his hair slightly. "Somethin' is happenin' with 'dat nas'y girl?" Mira asked, using her name for Hermione.
She didn't like Hermione; she thought she was distracting him too much.
"It's none of your business," Severus mumbled into the bed.
"You is silly, Mas'er. It is all my business. I make sure Nas'y Girl isn't hurtin' you ann-mar."
"Any more," Severus corrected absently.
It wasn't until Mira had disappeared that he realised what she might do.
Miriska was a fighter, a spy. Though she wasn't human, or even a witch. She was a junei. A junei, pronounced ju-nay, was a magical creature which resembled a human perfectly. Some junei's could become as powerful as to destroy a wizard even as strong as Dumbledore himself.
His eyes immediately went to his clock. The student assembly would be over by now. Hermione would be among other wizards now. There was no way Mira would get her while she was in company like Harry Potter.
He allowed himself to relax slightly, before going to get another drink.
The next morning, Hermione entered to Great Hall, looking extremely tired. She had been up more than half the night worrying about Severus. She had hoped to see Severus up at the teachers' table; though he wasn't there.
She caught Remus' eye whilst looking, and immediately made a bee-line for Gryffindor Table.
She took a seat next to Harry, as usual.
"Did you sleep at all last night, you look terrible," Ron commented, not watching what he said, as usual.
"Why thank you, Ronald, I feel so much better this morning now you have shared that."
"No problems," Ron said, turning back to his food.
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at Harry. Harry was staring down at a piece of paper in his hand,; he looked shocked.
"What is it?" she asked, worried.
Harry looked up at her, and she saw the look in his eyes to be horror.
"What?" Hermione pressed harder this time.
"McGonagall wants to see me in her office this morning," he told her, his voice hardly audible.
"So?"
"So?" Ron looked at her, half stunned. "You know why."
"Why?" Hermione asked, not knowing at all.
Ron gave her an even more shocked look. "Hello! Quidditch!"
"What about it?" Hermione asked, piling food onto her plate.
"McGonagall wasn't able to choose between him and Adamson for team captain. The teams still captain-less. And she told him she'd know definitely by this week. This week is this week," Ron told her. "We told you two weeks ago, remember?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, I actually don't," she said, but she wasn't looking at them. Her eyes were on the teacher's table. Severus was still not there, this was beginning to worry her. He was never late for anything, ever.
Maybe there was something wrong with him. She would know if he was doing something for the Order. And he wasn't.
"Hermione!" Harry waved his hand in front of her face. "Are you even listening to us?"
"What? No, sorry," she said before getting up from her table and walking out of the Great Hall.
Harry and Ron exchanged confused glances before going back to their food.
Hermione rushed through the empty Entrance Hall and went straight down into the dungeons; Severus' dungeon to me more precise.
Hermione entered the Potions room quietly, closing the door behind her. Her expression relaxed dramatically as she found Severus sitting at a work bench, cutting ingredients for a potion.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Severus raised an eyebrow, "What does it look like I'm going?" he shot.
He was obviously still mad.
"Look... Severus."
Severus raised a hand. "Don't even try, Hermione. You can't take that back. You can't just say what you said and then apologise."
Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly. "Maybe if you weren't such an arrogant, unforgiving , then maybe you would at least let me talk to you."
Severus stood from where he was sitting and crossed passed her and opened the door, standing aside as an invitation for her to leave.
"I do not believe it is allowed for students to be in classrooms before school has began."
"And I don't believe you're allowed to be an ass to me," she said, walking up to him.
"I may be as much of an ass as I want," Severus countered. "You may go now."
"Tell me you don't love me, and I'll go."
Severus looked away from her. "I don't."
"Tell it to my face!"
"Don't order me, child!" Severus raged.
"Exactly, that's all I am. A child," she whispered before leaving the room.
I know, I'm extremely dramatic. And I only mentioned Remus once. But I wanted this chapted to explain the relationship between Sev and Hermi. I know, totally messed up, isn't it.
And yes, Sevvie is really OOC. For that I apologise. But if he was a complete ass, would the story make sense? Well it doesn't make sense now, but it would make less sense. Okay?
Anyway, tell me everything you think. I'll take the good and the bad, just tell it.
