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Quick Author's Note: Okay so I told most of you that I would hopefully update by Friday, but uh well I felt like writing! So the next update after this may not come until Sunday. Oh and I noticed in other's stories someone wrote, AU, can someone tell me what this means? I know what OOC is but AU continues to confuse me! Oh and thanks to all my readers so far! i'm going to reply to all my reviewers but will not mention them on here, sorry :- but I think I like the other way better!

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The Librarian

Chapter 2

I stared agog at Xavier as he stood in front of me. He just called me Hermione...but he can't know! The only person who knows is Minerva. "Professor Carmichael, you know my name is Kate, why did you call me Hermione?"

"That's an easy question. I called you Hermione, because that's your real name." He smirked at me yet again and I found myself captivated. I know that smirk, but I can't place it...where do I know that smirk? As I was thinking he was staring at me, watching my face. "Why do you look so confused? I thought that maybe you'd be mad, try to deny it, but confused? That was not expected."

"As I told you before you odious man," I said angrily, recovering from my stupor, "My name is not Hermione! I am Kate Grant. Miss Kate to you." I finished snobbily. I picked up my things and walked out the library with Xavier trailing behind me.

"Right, because calling me odious and using your ever growing vocabulary is going to convince me you're not Granger." The way he said Granger me pause slightly as something in his voice sounded so familiar. However he was following close behind me and ran directly into me, grabbing me around the waist to keep me from falling. I turned in his arms and looked up at him.

"I, Professor Carmichael, am a librarian. I am immersed in books all day long, thus I have an expansive vocabulary. Now will you please leave me alone and stop calling me different names. My name is Kate, it is not Hermione nor is it Granger. Although, now that I think about it, Granger's an odd first name. So please, let me go and stop bothering me." I tried to pry myself from his arms but he only tightened them around me. "Carmichael please let me go." When he still didn't loosen his hold I placed my hands on his chest to push him away but as I did this I felt something hard and raised beneath his robes.

(Haha, no not that you dirty minded people!)

It was a scar. A scar is the shape of...a star? No, it couldn't be...could it? "That's right Granger." he spoke softly. "Do you feel it? Do you feel what's made me hide too? The simple scar that I cannot conceal. I'm here because this is the safest place for me, just like you. I too have a price on my head, in fact we are the two main targets. You because you placed most of their number in Azkaban. The reason they seek me if far different. I turned on them, I was counted as one of the most trusted of Death Eaters by Voldemort, but the whole time I was working for the Order. It was too late for Voldemort when he finally figured out what was happening within his circle. The fateful first day of the battle I made my allegiance known. Choosing to fight beside you rather than trying to hurt you."

I simply stared at him. Thoughts were shooting through my head like firecrackers. Scenes of the battlefield, where all had seemed lost. Not long after the war began I was quickly surrounded by Death Eaters. Voldemort himself was nearby and ordered that I was to be killed. I looked upon my imminent death with determination, that if I was going to go down, I wasn't going down alone. I started the fight by firing hexes in every which direction. All of the sudden there was someone behind me, their back pressed against mine. They whispered gruffly, "I'll watch your back you watch mine." I nodded in agreement. We slowly moved in a circle taking down the Death Eaters, one at a time.

Finally, when the last Death Eater was captured and sent to the ministry for punishment I turned to look at the person who'd saved my life. I gasped in utter shock. Before me stood a Death Eater. His face half hidden by a mask and his robes flowed around his body. "But...why?" was all I could manage. Suddenly the man collapsed in a heap on the ground, clutching the left side of his chest. "No!" I cried and ran to his side. I pulled his hand back and tore a hole in robes to expose his wound. I saw an oddly shaped cut, it looked like a star. I cleaned it as best I could and tried to heal it. The healing charm seemed to work but a scar remained in its place. "What spell could have done this?" I wondered aloud lightly tracing the hard, raised scar.

The man suddenly grabbed my wrist, and I quickly raised my eyes to find blue, almost translucent eyes staring at me. "Thank you Granger." he managed gruffly.

"Is there anything else I can do?" I asked him still not breaking eye contact. He shook his head yes. He leaned forward and captured my head in his hands he pulled me forward and kissed me softly and wonderfully. He pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine staring into my eyes and finally breaking eye contact he slowly rose from ground.

"I am in your debt, but now the battle rages on and we cannot sit here. One day Hermione Granger, I will find you and answer your question...wait for me." I stared after him as disappeared toward the fighting. I realized a moment later that I was still sitting on the ground while there was battle going on. I quickly stood up and ran off to help my friends.

"Granger?" I finally snapped back to reality when Xavier shook me gently. I realized I was still in his arms, standing in the middle of the hall outside the library. "Are you okay? Your eyes glazed over." he asked, apparently concerned.

I shook my head trying to clear it. "I'm fine. I was just...remembering." He nodded in understanding and we stood there for a little while just looking in each others eyes. "It's you." I said surprising both him and myself. "The man who helped me. The man who..." I trailed off still looking at him and unconsciously I began to outline the star with my fingertip. He grasped my hand and held it in his. I looked down at our hands, his fingers intertwined with mine. "All this time, you were here? Did you know it was me all along?"

"Not all along, only after the first week or two."

"The first week or two? It's almost Christmas! You've known for almost three months?" I said outraged, he hung his head in shame. "But...why didn't you tell me?" His head shot up, apparently that's not what he was expecting, and I continued angrily, unable to stop myself. "All this time! I could have known you were safe! I think about you every night before I go to sleep. I pray that you lived, and that some day you'd come and find me! Now I find out that you've been here all along!" I stopped my tirade finally realizing what I'd said, and embarrassed I quickly away from his awestruck face.

After a few moments he seemed to have found his voice and spoke softly. "I lived. I came and found you. I think about you every night before I go to sleep. I pray that some day you'd figure out who I was. I should have known that you would not look for me, that you'd actually listen to what I said and waited for me to find you. I've gotten to know you these past months, I've come to care about you and had hoped that you would return my feelings. But never once, besides our teasing did you ever hint that you wanted something more. Was it because you were waiting for me to return? For me to find you?"

I finally met his piercing stare. He had told me he cared for me, I had to tell him. Had to tell him...that he was right. "Yes. I didn't let my feelings for you as Xavier develop as much as they could because part of my heart was waiting. Waiting for that mysterious man come back. Here you are. Standing in front of me. I couldn't have asked for it to happen better. I felt guilty because you asked me to wait for you, and I was trying to but my feelings were growing stronger for...well for you." He grinned down at me and leaned forward to kiss me, and just before his lips reached mine, I realized something.

"Wait!" I cried, pulling back from him, not allowing him to kiss me. "If you aren't Professor Xavier Carmichael, and I know you aren't because you said you were hiding too...who are you?"