Disclaimer: sigh This is tiresome. Okay, this is my last disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter, nothing about it. I have made no money off of this and it would be utterly pointless to sue me, I have nothing worth suing for.

Hey, if anybody has found a spectacular story than feel free to send it to me. ) I'm pretty easy to please, anything with Draco (especially Hermione/Draco or Severus/Hermione/Draco; and everybody should read "Be Careful What You Wish For" by Zephyr because it is wonderful), some Severus/Hermione, I've been known to enjoy a trio fic or two, but I'd be willing to try some new stuff. And if anybody wants to read a funny pointless fic than check out "We Hate Harry Potter: The Play" by alanluver, it's really funny. So let me know about story recommendations please. On to the main attraction…

Chapter Five: Distracted

Hermione and Ron apparated to muggle London to catch a movie. Hermione was very proud of herself; she managed to pay almost complete attention to the movie. Although…

The lead male did remind her of Severus… and the way that the man behind her snorted at the more ludicrous comments made her think of Severus's sarcastic wit…

By the time they were wrapped up against the evening chill and heading back to a safe apparition point Hermione was in desperate need of a hot bath, where she could soak and think.

She made small talk with Ron as they headed back to their rooms. The moment they stopped in front of her door she had her wand out to lower her wards. She got the door opened, kissed Ron on the cheek, and rushed into the room muttering something about being tired.

As she ran the water and retrieved her night clothes she finally let her mind wander like it had been yearning to do all night.

Oh my God! I kissed Severus Snape!

She turned off the water and sunk into the water.

I'm lucky he didn't hex me… although he didn't seem to upset… In fact, Hermione unconsciously began to smile smugly; he seemed to enjoy it as much as I…

"Holy fucking lord! I liked it!" Hermione sunk beneath the bubbles, coming up and finding that the shocking, if not disturbing, revelation was still there.

Hermione heaved a sigh. "Damn."

After Hermione left the wine bottle, which had previously been magically refilling, emptied rather quickly. Soon a half empty bottle of firewhiskey joined it on the coffee table in Severus's spinning living room.

Well spinning from his point of view.

However the liquor, to Severus's great chagrin, did nothing to make him forget that he had kissed Hermione.

"Why Severus, old boy? Surely a little wine didn't cloud your senses enough to chase her away already?" He asked the room at large. "Did you forget that there is nobody else in this infernal castle to talk to?"

A whiskey laden sigh escaped his lips. "Maybe I can blame it on the wine."

Harry Potter was sitting alone in the achingly empty apartment. He had fumed, and he had cried, and he had taken out his anger on several inanimate objects. When it was all said and done though, the only thing to make it better was to get Hermione back.

It shouldn't be too hard. The only company there is Ron, she wouldn't pick him over me, and who else is there for her? Snape? Harry gave a short laugh. I bet I could get her to come back before the weekend with competition like that. Full of self-confidence Harry went in search of a quill and parchment to write Hermione a letter.

Dear Mione,

God, I've missed you. The apartment seems so empty without you. I have felt your absence in every moment of silence.

I cannot begin to express how sorry I am, I was stupid. There is no woman in the world that can take your place. I've not laid eyes on the woman (or any!) you saw. She will never come between us again.

I have Friday off, and I'm going to pack us that picnic and we can make up properly. I even have some ideas for dessert!

I'm sorry for hurting you Mione, I love you.

Come back to me,

Harry Potter

P.S. I know what you did to my boxers, but that's okay, I forgive you.

Harry sent Hedwig out right away, anxious for their re-uniting.

Hermione, having never been a shy person, had gone down to Severus's rooms early the next morning.

Severus had invited her in without hesitation. They had gone straight to his labs and the awkward atmosphere had almost completely disappeared.

When they stopped for lunch however the lapse in conversation dragged on a tad to long for comfort. Hermione thought of all the things that she should say. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that… I hope that this won't come between our friendship… please don't hurt me… but none of that is what she heard coming out of her mouth.

"I don't regret it you know." Hermione heard her treacherous mouth announce. "You are the first man I've felt completely happy around in a very long time… I mean after Harry…" Her mind finally caught up with her mouth. "I… um…"

Severus had been looking at her skeptically. After all, why would such a woman be saying these things to her? But he looked into her eyes and sensed nothing insincere, and he'd had years of spotting such things. He did however sense her unease and floundered for something to say.

"So… you… um hexed Potter?"

Hermione laughed. "Not quite, I hexed his boxers. More discrete you know."

"Indeed." He suppressed an urge to beat his head against something at his comment. "Then you don't mean to go back?"

"Not for anything."

Severus nodded. "Then you might want to send his owl away." He gestured to the magically conjured window where Hedwig was fluttering.

"And miss a note from Harry Potter?" Hermione went and opened the window letting Hedwig in and untying the note.

While Severus retrieved a treat for the owl Hermione read the note. She felt a fresh wave of anger when she finished the note, and Severus had many snarky comments about it when he came back, although he was quite amused by her response.

Harry wasn't.

Dear Harry,

I'm so honored to be forgiven by you, the almighty Harry Potter. I feel so special that you've taken time out of your busy humping schedule to write me.

I hope you can forgive me again, for I feel that I must speak my mind.

You are a fucking bastard, and should you ever feel the need to contact me again resist it. I have, to make it fair, resisted the urge to send a particularly nasty curse your way, so now you just need to keep up your end of the bargain.

I'm so proud that you could figure out the curse I put on your boxers. Was it embarrassing to go and see a medi-witch for the counter curse?

Leave me alone,

Hermione Granger

P.S. Fuck you.