"Just when I thought you couldn't get more possessive," Hermione muttered.
"That's not fair," Severus replied quickly. His voice softened. "Hermione, we need to talk this through."
"Since when are you into talking?" she asked icily.
"When my wife is about to leave me."
"Go away, Severus," she whispered her request. Tears welled up in her eyes and she turned away so he wouldn't see them.
"Don't cry," he comforted, trying to pull her close.
"Don't touch me." She jerked away.
"Hermione, I love you. Please tell me you believe that."
"It doesn't matter."
"Then why are you crying?"