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THIS CHAPTER HAS AN EXPLICIT SEX SCENE IN IT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter Fourteen

Three damn days! Three days, and not even a single bloody kiss! That wanker! I plopped down in my seat in between Shannon and Julie and grumpily started loading my plate. Why can't he just slam me down on a desk and screw me into oblivion? Merlin! The man is insufferable! I nearly missed the looks of amusement being sent my way by my friends. Thinking it would be best if I didn't have a weapon in my hand while they teased me; I put my silverware down and sighed.

"Alright. Tease me, just get it over with." I waited patiently as the others couldn't hold back their smiles anymore. The left side of my mouth twitched up. The other's had set their silverware down and were watching me, their lips forming into smirks.

"Tease you? Whatever about, dear friend? We would never tease you because you want to jump into a man's pants, and for the first time somebody's resisting you. What kind of friends would we be?" Zac joked. I pursed my lips together, trying my hardest not to laugh.

"The good kind of friends. I'd thank you to not make me even more miserable than I already am." A wicked thought crossed my mind. "I have a proposition for you guys." I smirked, and the guys suddenly seemed less interested in teasing me than before. All were avoiding my gaze, staring intently a their plates like it held the meaning of life. The girls were watching, with the same expression --amusement and interest-- as before.

"Would one of you be willing to take polyjuice potion?" The guys glanced at one another and then at me. Mike went to speak up. My smirk deepened, and he went a little pale. I was notorious for my propositions and pranks, and when I made an offer most people were smart enough to decline. That didn't mean that I couldn't enlist one of the few suckers --er, students-- into helping me.

"Whom would we be turning into? And what would we have to do?" There's no way they're going to agree to this.

"Well...I'm obviously frustrated. And you're all good looking, strong young men who don't mind being adventurous." Mike was starting to look unnerved at my tone of voice. It was part flirtation, part wickedness, and all seduction. "What if you were to steal some of Sexy's hair and turn into him for a night of wild passion the likes of which you're probably never get to experience again?" At the looks of astonishment, interest, and disgust, I couldn't keep my laughter in any longer. I laughed so hard and loud that the people in our immediate vicinity stopped talking. When the girls joined it, it attracted the teacher's notice. The teachers broke off their conversations to see what was causing the students to stop talking.

"The looks on your faces! Lord, I'll never forget it." I wiped the tears from my eyes and glanced around. "Didn't anybody ever teach you that it was impolite to listen to other people's conversations?" I sneered. Everybody hurriedly turned away and began to talk. Most snuck glances in my direction, obviously wondering what in the world made me laugh like I did. I haven't laughed like that since Septimus...disappeared. No wonder they're shocked.

"Did you finish your DADA homework, Julie?" Shannon asked. I tuned my friends out and returned to my dismal thoughts. I miss Septimus so much still. Isn't this type of pain supposed to go away? Time doesn't heal all wounds, it just makes us use to the pain. I could feel the depression and sadness making it's way into my feelings. I quickly turned my thoughts to a much pleasanter subject. When is Severus going to jump me? Three days ago he was ready to take me on a desk, now I don't' even get so much as a glance. What the hell is his problem? I glanced up towards the staff table. He was eating slowly, taking his time. What I wouldn't give...I need to sleep with him. Maybe then I'll actually be able to concentrate.

I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him all day. My distraction was catching the attention of the teacher's, all of whom seemed to think it was because I was missing Septimus. Which was fine by me, because they were more lenient with me. The sharp ache that usually formed in my chest when thinking of Septimus was back. I swallowed hard and pushed my plate away. I pictured Septimus' face, grinning boyishly at me. He was so hilarious. He had the best stories, and he was so intelligent. Why'd he have to leave me? Didn't he know that I needed him? My best friend, the only one who knew my deepest secrets and dreams. Tears stung my eyes. I blinked rapidly, hoping nobody had noticed my lapse. The last thing I need is the other's to think I'm turning into a Gryffindor, wearing my emotions on my sleeve like a bloody fool.

"Mia, are you alright?" I jerked my head up to find the others staring at me in concern. I could only nod my head. Julie gave my hand a squeeze and smile encouragingly. Shannon briefly pat my back. I smile gratefully, and sighed. I shouldn't have to feel this. I'm only 18 for Merlin's sake.

"Mia, Sexy left about five minutes ago. You should go, it's almost time for your meeting." I nodded again and smile slightly.

"First I wanted to say something to y'all." I drawled. Their quiet chuckles told me they were willing to pretend that touching moment never happened. My face softened briefly before I slid my mask in place. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Thank you very much for putting up with me. I've been miserable company, and I'm extremely grateful for all you've done. I can't thank you enough." They murmured their replies, and I nodded. I smiled at them as I rose from the table, and was about to walk off when Max grabbed my wrist.

"Would you please meet me in the empty classroom across the corridor from the potions room?" I paused. Did I want to? No, a little voice spoke up, you don't. You want Severus. I could meet up with him and tell him I can't be with him anymore. Not that I was really with him before anyway. I'll say that the thing with Septimus really got to me, and that I wanted to be alone so I could think out my priorities. I'll plead for time and hope he agrees to it. Now decided, I gave him a quick nod before walking quickly down the aisle and out the double doors. Making my way down to the dungeons, I purposely kept my thoughts blank.

When I was alone in the dark, my thoughts seemed to take on a life of their own.They'd start out innocent enough and then spiral out of control, centering mainly on Severus and Septimus. By the time I went to sleep or reached my destination, I was usually flushed and breathing heavily, whether from lust or from trying not to weep. If I didn't allow myself to think in the first place, they usually didn't escape control and run wild.

Entering into the lab, I noticed the fire was going and the cauldron was already bubbling. The fire was the only source of light and warmth in the room. I furrowed my brow. Severus was supposed to have me help him. But this potion is mostly completed. The final ingredients have been added...all that's left is for it to brew for the proper amount of time. I sighed and turned to leave. I almost screamed when I turned, as a huge black thing was standing directly in front of me. I jumped back and tilted my head to look up. I made sure my eyes and face remained as blank as marble.

"Severus. You've completed the potion I see. There's no need for me to stay, so I'll just go back to my common room." Still Severus didn't move. His dark eyes glittered down at mine. I watched stupidly as his hands reached out and grabbed me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulling me closer. His other hand moved up to release my hair from my ponytail. He left his hand at the base of my neck. I licked my lips and watched as his eyes followed my tongue's path across my lips. His own mouth parted slightly, and I could see a glimpse of his tongue. My heart started to pound and I felt warm all over. Severus leaned down and gently brushed his lips across mine. I made a noise of encouragement and pressed myself closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and roughly kissed his lips.

This time it was him that made the encouraging noise, and I happily kissed him. Our tongues dueled for dominance, and I finally allowed him to have it. I melted into him, feeling safe and warm. I was throbbing with need, unable to find relief. I rubbed myself against him, but his damn robe kept getting in the way.

"Patience, my dear little witch. Patience..." His silky voice surrounded me, deepened because of his husky tone. My legs weakened, and he had to hold me up. I could die listening to him talk...My thoughts were fuzzy as his lips met mine once again. I barely registered that he was unbuttoning my shirt until it was off and the cold air hit me. I shivered and moved closer to him. He chuckled darkly, and deftly unhooked my bra. I whimpered as the cold air hit me once again. He picked me up and set me on the table, my legs hanging over the edge. Never breaking eye contact with me, he slowly, deliberately slipped his clothes off. I moved backwards until I was on the table completely, my eyes never leaving his body.

Merlin, this man is unbelievable...

SNAPE'S POV

The girl was looking at me with eyes so darkened from lust they were nearly as dark as mine. She lay spread enticingly out on the table, legs parted slightly. Her lips were swollen from our heated kisses, and she was breathing heavily. Here eyes greedily drank in my body, and I felt a flash of pride. I moved forward, completely comfortable being naked. As I drew near, I noticed her flesh had broken out in goose bumps. I lifted my wand and cast a quick contraceptive charm on her. The look of relief in her eyes told me she hadn't thought of it. Climbing onto the table gracefully, I lay next to her.

I slid my hand up her stomach and over her breasts. She arched up into my gentle touch, and I smirked. I pinched her nipple and leaned forward to suck on her neck. She moaned, and the noise went from my head straight to my groin. I resisted the urge to ravish her immediately. I kissed my way up to her lips, my tongue sliding over her luscious lips and into her eager mouth. She responded instantly, holding nothing back. I continued playing with her nipple as I plundered her mouth. I growled as I felt her hands run down my back to grip my ass. I bit, sucked, and kissed my way down to her chest. Latching on to a nipple, I bit it gently, then sucked on it, and swirled it with my tongue. My other hand reached out and pinched her other nipple. I pulled back and she arched up, her hands attempting to push my head back down. I blew on her nipple and then switched. My mouth latched on to the other nipple, and my hand reached for the one my mouth was just on. Giving it the same treatment, I nearly ended our little encounter when I felt her hands reach for my member. She touched me softly, and the feather-light touches were nearly my undoing. I bit her neck and kissed her gently, moving so I was perfectly placed to slide into her depths. Staring deep into her eyes, I waited for her to say something, anything. She simply nodded and kissed my chin.

I thrust into her gently. Her warmth surrounded me, causing me to growl. Her hips jerked reflexively up against mine. She grabbed my hips and grinded against me. I growled, thrusting harder this time, not bothering to be gentle. She dragged her nails down my back, and I could feel the stinging from where she broke the skin. As she moved against me, I attempted to memorize the feel of her skin against mine, the sensation of me being inside her. I slid my hands down to her hips and pressed her against me. She arched up, and I slid deeper inside her. Sweat shone on her body, drops sliding down between her wonderful breasts.

"Severus...oh gods, Severus...please..." She whimpered, her hips moving frantically. I steadily moved faster in response, feeling the telltale signs that I was nearly ready for release. Time seemed to slow, all I could concentrate on was the feeling of her body moving beneath mine, the sight of her arching and moaning. Her curly hair was spread out over the desk, the rest plastered to her neck. Her cheeks were flushed becomingly, and her eyes were shining with lust.

"Severus...s-say...something...I want to hear... your voice..." My voice? My thoughts ran together, each thought there and then gone quickly. I reacted to her request without thinking. I leaned down and bushed my lips against her ear.

"Hermione...Mia...come for me. Please, come for me." She moaned loudly and I moved faster, more sweat sliding off my body. I wouldn't last much longer..."Mine. You're mine Mia, mine. Forever..." I moaned. I thrust again, and then moaned when I felt her begin to fall over the edge. She threw her head back, her mouth open.

"Severus!" I vaguely heard her shout. I thrust once, twice, three more times before I stiffened.

"Hermione!" I growled as the dim lights faded and a rushing sound filled my ears. I collapsed on top of the girl, panting heavily. I gathered her to me and rolled over. She lay there, against my chest, breathing heavily. I felt completely relaxed and satisfied. Reality quickly rushed forth, and I had to consciously stop myself from stiffening up. I had said she was mine forever. I licked my lips nervously and glanced down at the witch laying on top of me. Her eyes were closed, her full lips curved into a satisfied smile. Maybe she didn't notice. The girl slowly opened up her eyes and glanced up at me. Her lips formed a smirk, and she moved forward to give me a searing kiss.

"I've been waiting for that for the past three days. What took so long?" She murmured. She kissed the tip of my nose and settled down next to me. She snuggled up against me, and moved her legs so they were thrown over mine. She threw one arm across my stomach. Her hair brushed up against my chest and shoulders with the movement, causing me to twitch in reflex. At her look, I glowered.

"That tickled." She chuckled softly and laid her head on my shoulder. "As for what took so long, not that I have to justify my actions to you, I wanted to wait until the potion was finished. Distractions can not be allowed in the lab, especially when working with volatile ingredients." She kissed my neck. Do not wrap you arms around her to pull her closer. You've gotten what you've wanted, and the sooner you let her know that the better. Just because you haven't had a good shag in some time does not mean that you should start getting soft on this chit. My traitorous arms had different ideas it seemed, as they were already wrapped around her.

"What brought this on?" She inquired. Still full of questions I see...

"The potion was finished, and I was finally free to act. You're eighteen, and technically not my student, so that was not an issue." She nodded, her hair once again tickling me. I glanced over at the potion and noticed it had turned a lime green color to a ruby red, and it was now bubbling softly. "I need to check on the potion." Hermione slithered off the table and moved towards her clothes. After casting a cleansing spell, she slowly put them on as she watched as I lowered the flames. I bottled half the potion and turned to find the girl completely clothed. Hermione stood there watching, partially hidden in shadow. I put the other half of the potion, the back-up half, on the fireplace edge.

"Severus...we need to talk." I simply nodded and gave my wand another wave. Cleaned up and fully clothed, I slipped the potion into my pocket and moved towards the door.

"We can talk on our way to the headmaster's office." She nodded in agreement and followed me out. The minute I stepped out, the feeling of being watched hit me. I glanced around but saw nothing. The hair rose on the back of my neck. Hermione stepped out next to me and glanced around as well. She must feel it as well. Hermione turned and re-warded the door. I moved swiftly through the Potions classroom and into the corridor. I re-warded the door and moved towards the stairs that would take us out of the dungeons. I slowed down so Hermione could keep up, and was rewarded with a grateful smile. My heart pounded at the smile and butterflies erupted in my stomach. Stop acting like a schoolboy on a date. She means nothing to you...but the image of her smiling wouldn't leave me.

"Severus, whatever this thing is, that we have...I don't want it to end." She bit her lip as she watched me from the corner of her eye. I kept my face blank. "I don't know you very well, but I would like to very much. We should come up with a time to meet up and explore this. That is, if you want to." She added.

Do I want to? Obviously I could see myself with her, or those...images from three days ago would not of happened. If she was not mine, would I be able to handle seeing her in another boy's arms? Would I be able to stand by impassively as I watched her bestow that smile on some other man? Watch as she spent time with some idiot boy? The answer to those questions was a resounding NO! I wouldn't be able to do those things. I'd want to kill the boy and carry her off simply because I want her body. This has nothing to do with the girl herself...These words reassured me. It'd just be easier if she were yours from the beginning. You wouldn't have to take her from some boy if she was already yours.

My musings had taken longer than I had thought. We had reached the Headmaster's office already. I turned towards the girl. She obviously thinks I don't want to. My prolonged silence had been taken as a no. She looked upset and embarrassed. She spoke the password hurriedly, and stood there, shifting from foot to foot. I reached out and brushed back a stubborn lock of curly hair.

"Of course I want to continue our "thing", my dear." The girl beamed happily at me once again as the stairs appeared. I gestured for her to proceed me. Ever the gentleman. I put a scowl on my face and prepared for Albus' jolly presence. The door opened automatically, and I moved into the bright light. I blinked several times before my eyes adjusted. Lupin and Minerva sat in the warm office, drinking tea and talking quietly.

"Ah, Severus. I take it you have finished the potion?" I gave a brief nod before settling into the chair farthest from the fire and the desk. Albus turned his attention to Hermione, who had taken a seat next to Lupin. She crossed her legs demurely, and sat with her hands in her lap, completely at odds with the activities we had been engaging in previously. "Miss Granger, your services were very much needed. I do not know how we could of finished it without you. All those ingredients that needed preparing, all the ones that needed to be added at the same time." He sighed and shook his head.

"Severus, you know what you have to do." I nodded again and turned to stare at the flames.

"What's he got to do?" Another bloody question...

"He will be taking the potion and going to visit Tom for us. He will save Septimus and come back." Albus replied. It sounds so very simple that way. I wish it were that easy...

"How will he know where to go?"

"His dark mark, my dear. I shall have Severus tell Tom that a student had an accident and he was needed, which is why he could not come right away. He will drop off Septimus at the edge of school grounds where Remus and Minerva will be waiting. He will then re-apparate to Tom, with a good excuse at hand."

"How are you sure he'll call?"

"He always calls on the weekend, Miss Granger. Always." I commented, still staring at the fire. I don't want to go. I want to stay here and be with Hermione. I blinked, disconcerted. That wasn't a reassuring sentiment. I don't want to be BE with Hermione. I just want to sleep with her again of course. I was aware of Hermione, Lupin, Minerva, and Albus talking in the background. I leaned forward to shift into a more comfortable position when an alarm went off. I jumped to my feet, wand out and raised. The others had also drawn their wands and were looking around. Nothing seemed out of place in the office, just the annoying buzzing sound.

"Three students have left school grounds, sir." A heavily breathing man spoke from his portrait behind the headmaster's desk. The old man was bent over, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Albus nodded and the portrait continued. "Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom sir. I heard them talking. Apparently they heard about the potion and took the left-over. They're planning to go to He-who-must-not-be-named and save Professor Carce."

Silence filled the room. It was broken by another infernal question. The urge to laugh bubbled up in my chest, and I pressed my lips together to prevent it from escaping. Even when our only chance of defeating the Dark Lord runs off, she still manages to ask questions. She'll probably die asking questions. The thought of Hermione dead was a disturbing one. I managed to push it to the back of my mind, but it didn't completely disappear.

"How will Potter know where to go?"

"His connection with Tom. Tom has gotten over-confident, he's been showing Harry images again, without him realizing it. Harry probably knows his current location through the connection. Harry and his friends have their apparating license, so they can just group-apparate." Albus sighed. He looked worried, sad, and extremely old. He's never looked this old before. This war must be really getting to him. "Severus, please go after them. Make sure they don't get into a tight spot with no way out." I nodded and swept off, moving quickly out of the room, down the stairs and through the halls.

HERMIONE'S POV

Severus swept out of the room, looking as unapproachable as ever. I wanted at that moment to curl up in his lap and listen to him talk for the rest of my life. I didn't want him to go and face that bastard. What if Severus gets found out? Then I've lost him and Septimus, and I've only just found out that there is something pleasant about Severus.. My heart started beating faster. I sank slowly into my seat, staring blankly out the window. Is Septimus going to come back alive? Will he be sane? Or will he be like Neville's parents...and what about Severus? Merlin, I hope Severus returns safely.

"My dear, you should go back to your common room." McGonagall's voice startled me, and I jumped. I stood up quickly, startling them, before moving towards the door. Wait...they'll take Septimus to the infirmary and Severus might show up there. Without turning around, I spoke.

"I'm going to the infirmary. When Septimus gets back, that's where he'll be taken." I turned around then and met their eyes. "I'm not going to my common room to wait. My best friend might be returning, and I'd much rather be where he is than have to wait to see him. Nothing you say will change my mind." Before they could reply, I turned and left the room, practically running down the stairs. I slowed down to a brisk walk as I reached the center of the castle, where most of the students congregate. I returned several greetings, but didn't slow my walk as I made my way to the infirmary to wait. Ignoring some of the more curious and nosy students, I glared at them to get them to bugger off. Finally the crowds thinned out until I was the only one around. My footsteps were silent, and I purposely walked loudly to create some noise. It's so eerie when there's no one around and it's silent. Like I'm the only one around for miles.

Reaching the double doors, I pushed them open and slid inside quietly with a sigh of relief. No more silence. Madam Polinski is inside her office. The door was open to her office, and I watched Madam Polinski hum and shuffle the papers around on her desk. If Madam Polinski doesn't see me, she can't send me away. I took a seat in the darkest corner closest to the doors and settled down to wait.

Hopefully I won't have to wait long.

SNAPE'S POV

For a person that was once in Slytherin, he sure does have a flair for the dramatic. I was currently kneeling in the dirt as the Dark Lord ranted and raved about allowing prisoners and traitors to escape. Only my iron will kept my thoughts from running wild. Has Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom done what I told them and left?

I had arrived quickly, apparating the second I felt my mark sting. I had arrived about fifteen minutes quicker than I usually did. Normally I had to exit the castle and cross the grounds. To avoid attracting attention, I moved as swiftly as I always did. When I had arrived, I had searched for Potter and his friends. They were heaving Septimus through a barred window. They had blasted the bars apart and were trying to make him float out the window. Septimus' shoulders were too wide to fit. I had shoved them aside with a snarl. Pushing Septimus back so he didn't get hurt, I proceeded to blast a large whole in the wall. Once that was done, I cast a quick summoning spell. Septimus hurtled towards me. I had just barely managed to step aside before he rammed into me. Lowering him to the ground, I checked for any injuries that needed immediate attention.

Finding none, I told Potter to get him the hell out of here. Footsteps alerted me that someone had heard the commotion. Hissing at Potter to hurry up, I cast a concealment charm on them. Pretending I had exited the woods upon hearing the noise, I feigned ignorance. Drawing my wand, I proposed searching the vicinity. I took the way Potter should have gone and Avery took the opposite direction. My heart pounded, and my breathing was harsh. If the Dark Lord finds Potter...

It seemed luck had stayed with the boy yet again, as I found no trace of him. Returning to the path, I followed it to a clearing. In the center of the clearing was Voldemort, red eyes flashing, snarling words of rage at Avery. I kneeled before him in remorse. After admitting that I had found nothing, the Dark Lord crucio'd me until I had passed out. Coming to, I realized that Lucius was jabbing me in the ribs. Bones aching and creaking, muscles cramping, I followed Lucius back to the clearing and joined the others in kneeling before the Dark Lord. He then began to give his long speech, speaking of rewards when successful, and punishment when failing to do a set task.

My trembling, which had been barely noticeable before, was rapidly growing worse. Kneeling on the ground after excessive amounts of crucio was never good. Eventually the tired and strained muscles would give out, and the person would collapse to the ground. The Dark Lord took that as a sign of weakness, and made sure you had another bout of pain and suffering before you left his presence. Gritting my teeth, I tried shifting my weight from leg to leg. This seemed to help some. Just a few moments longer, and then I can leave. I snapped to attention at the mention of Aries.

"Our attack on Ariesss wasss lesss than pleassing. Those bratss had been trained, and trained well. I have another plan in the works, one that will make sure I get the old fool and that annoying brat. Victory sshall be oursss; my good followerss, and ssoon we shall be free to dispose of all that are less than we are! Sssoon, we sshall be in control!" The thing is insane. He's no closer to getting Albus and Potter than he was before the attack. "Once my plan is complete, we sshall make out move at the crack of dawn. Sssoon, my loyal oness, sssoon we sshall be the oness in power." The Dark Lord cackled madly, and the others laughed along with him. I forced a cold laugh past my lips, but my heart wasn't in it.

"Go now, and make me proud. Those of you I have given tasks to." Here he paused. "Do not disappoint me. I am getting rather tired of being disappointed." He dismissed us by turning around and hobbling away. Pettigrew followed meekly, his silver arm flashing in the moonlight. I attempted to rise to my feet. The muscles in my legs locked and I fell over. Landing in a heap on the ground. I lay there, relaxing my muscles and letting the pain wash over me. My muscles were all screaming. The pain was unbearable. My body can't take much more abuse.

"Professor. Professor can you hear me?" I'm dying. I'm dying and I'm hearing Potter's voice of all people. I must be descending into hell. I felt something touch my shoulder and I jerked away from it. A whimper escaped. Opening my eyes, I was astounded to find Potter's slightly concerned face peering at me. He pulled out his wand from his back pocket and pointed it at my chest. I winced and looked away. Whatever Potter murmured, I didn't catch it. The pain in my body slowly faded to a dull ache. I sat up slowly, my head pounding and my muscles protesting. Hands reached out and grabbed both my arms and heaved me up. Wobbling slightly, I shrugged off the hands.

"Potter! You should of left when I told you to. Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be here?" I snapped. Amusement flashed across Potter's face.

"I didn't know you cared, Professor." I snarled something incoherent and moved slowly toward the trees. Ignoring the pain, I snapped at Potter and his friends (who were looking scared and extremely pale) to follow. Why are they so scared looking? Ahhh…I'm still wearing my mask. Pulling the hideous mask off, I stored it in my robes.

"Well? Are you dunderheads coming? Or do you want the Dark Lord to find you here and torture you until your guts are hanging out?" This seemed to snap them into action. They followed me closely. I reached the point where the apparition barriers disappeared. I jerked Potter towards me.

"You two apparate together. I'll get Potter." I sneered, my voice icy and completely hateful. "I'm trusting you two to know how to apparate appropriately. I do not relish the idea of coming back here to gather half of you because you splinched." With that said, I concentrated. With a loud POP! I appeared next to the Aries gates. Glancing around, I found Septimus lying in the bushes.

"We saw McGonagall and Remus waiting. We didn't want them to find us and force us back up to the castle. We didn't want to leave you there." Potter explained. I grunted. I cast a quick levitation spell. Septimus hasn't stirred. He is not dead is he? I checked for a pulse, noting that it was a little weak, but regular. I limped towards the castle, Potter and company following closely behind. Reaching the entrance, I halted long enough for Longbottom to open the door. Slipping inside, I moved towards an empty broom closet near the entrance. Ignoring the confused looks I was getting, I stepped into the closet. Waiting until everybody was inside, I snapped the door shut. It was a tight fit, especially with Septimus floating horizontally. A flick of my wand remedied that situation.

"Infirmary." I murmured. There was brief creaking noise before I opened the door and stepped out into the infirmary. The lights were on, but turned down. Hermione sat in a corner, watching the nurse and Albus talk quietly. The sound of our footsteps alerted them to our presence.

I watched Hermione as her eyes lit up as she saw me. She smiled. My breath caught in my throat at the happiness and relief in that smile. She was worried about me…her eyes slid to the man floating next to me, and her smile dimmed somewhat. Then it was back in full force. With a cry she flew across the room to stand before Septimus. She reached out and gently touched his face.

"Septimus…Septimus talk to me." Septimus' face twitched, but that was the only movement. Her smile faded when he didn't answer. She turned to me, her eyes darkening in anger and worry.

"What's wrong with him?" I simply looked at her. What had she expected, he had been the Dark Lord's prisoner, not on some vacation in the tropics. Albus came forward and gently moved the girl out of the way. The nurse came forward. Giving him a once over, she shared a look with Albus.

"Follow me." She moved to the back of the room and I moved to follow.

HERMIONE'S POV

As Severus followed Madam Polinski to the back of the room, I turned towards the dirty faces of Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom. They looked at me nervously. Gratitude filled my chest, and I couldn't keep a small smile off my face. Moving forward, I kissed the three of them on the cheek. They immediately turned red, much to my amusement.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed, Harry." Dumbledore's calm voice spoke from behind me. They nodded and hurriedly left the room, casting odd glances back at me. I turned towards Dumbledore, who was twinkling down at me.

"I will go and assist Madam Polinski. You may stay here for the night, if that is what you wish." I nodded. I leaned forward and gave the old man a kiss on the cheek as well. His twinkle seemed to brighten momentarily. He nodded wisely and moved away.

I could sing, I'm so happy. Septimus is back! Happiness made me dance where I was standing. Septimus is back! Oh, when he wakes up I'm going to give him a huge hug and a kiss. My happiness and smile faded. When he wakes up…what's wrong with him? I started to pace. Did Voldemort torture him? Is he like Neville's parents now?

"Damn Voldemort…idiot thing…deserves to die…" I sensed someone nearby and turned. Severus was standing just on the edge of the shadows. His face was a mask, but I could tell he was in pain. Happiness once again filled my chest. Severus is okay. At least one of them is okay…I moved towards Severus slowly. He watched me with weary eyes. I stopped a foot in front of him. I met his eyes, and I smiled. I moved forward and hugged him with all my might, burying my face in his chest. I felt him stiffen momentarily before he hugged me back. Tears leaked out of the corner of my eye. I'm crying again! Good lord, I'm as bad as a Gryffindor.

"Severus…I was so scared. I was so scared you weren't going to be alright." I stood on my tiptoes (I came up to his chin) and kissed him gently on the mouth. I then kissed his chin, his cheeks, his eyes, and the tip of his nose. I hugged him tightly again, and breathed in his scent. Mine. Severus is mine! The feeling of possessiveness surprised me. I hadn't felt this way about anybody before. I stepped back out of his personal space, knowing he hated crowding. I grabbed his hand and kissed his palm before releasing it and sitting down. After a brief moment of hesitation, he sat next to me.

This is taking too long! I want to see Septimus now! I slumped down into my seat and closed my eyes. If it's going to be awhile, I might as well try and get some sleep. But try as I might, I couldn't get comfortable in the damn chairs. I was too distracted to try and transfigure something into a bed. I finally settled for curling up in the chair, my head resting on Severus' arm. A soft sigh escaped my lips.

The sound of Dumbledore clearing his throat made me jump to my feet. He was standing in front of me, the twinkle missing from his eye. My heart stopped beating. He wasn't twinkling. Oh god, Septimus! My eyes widened.

"What's wrong? Is Septimus going to be okay?"

"Septimus is fine, physically. Mentally…" He paused. I glared at him, angry that he stopped there. "He is in a coma. It seems Tom attempted to drive him crazy. Septimus retreated into his own mind for safety, and now refuses to come out." He finished.

"So it was self-induced." Dumbledore nodded. "So only Septimus can bring himself out of it?" Dumbledore nodded again. My shoulders slumped, and I stifled a sob. Septimus is extremely stubborn. If he wants to stay inside his mind, he will.

"My dear, if you wish to spend the night by Septimus' side, nobody is stopping you." Dumbledore commented softly, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder. I nodded. Maybe I can bring him out of it…if he hears my voice or senses I'm there. Maybe…

Stopping at the foot of Septimus' bed, I watched him. His face held more color, and his hair wasn't so dirty anymore. His chest rose and fell slowly. His hands were at his side, and his face was turned slightly towards the left. I moved to the left side of the bed and kneeled down so I was face-to-face with him. I felt his breath on my face as I leaned close.

"Septimus…Septimus…. please wake up." He continued breathing, showing no sign that he heard me. I kissed his cheek. "I love you Septimus. I need you to wake up. Please." I added, tears slipping down my face. One landed on his cheek, and he twitched. I sighed, sadness settling over me. What good is having Septimus back if he won't wake up?

I moved the chair directly next to the bed and curled up in it. It was surprisingly comfortable. Holding his hand, I watched Septimus' chest rise and fall. I moved my gaze to his face, which looked peaceful. The sound of him breathing was calming, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Septimus…please come back. I need you…

SNAPE'S POV

The girl was curled up on the chair, sleeping. She was holding Septimus' hand like it was a lifeline. Everytime she breathed out, a lock of Septimus' hair moved. Each time Septimus breathed out, a lock of Hermione's hair moved. I moved closer. Hermione looked so peaceful, so calm when she was sleeping. I resisted the urge to kiss her forehead. Backing away, I was horrified to realize I was feeling something much bigger and deeper than lust. I felt possessive of her. I cared about her, about how she felt. I wanted to get to know her. I wanted to know what made her laugh, what made her cry. I wanted to hold her to me when she was upset, and make everything better.

I growled. When had the girl gotten past my walls? I thought back. Back at the lab -that seemed a long time ago-I had felt lust for her. It was around the time she said she was scared I wasn't going to be all right. It had melted something in me, something that had been frozen for a long time. I sneered at the thought. I may feel something for the girl, but I will never act on my feelings. She will leave me like the other's have. In the end, I'll be alone like I always have been.

At that moment, the girl sighed and shifted in her sleep. She held the hand tighter to her, and I felt my heart contract. I want her to hold onto me like I was everything to her. I want her to smile at me like she did when she realized Septimus was back. I want…her. Another growl. I will never have her! She does not want me like that! I whirled away, but made it only two steps when I heard her speak.

"Severus…" I stopped. I slowly turned around to find her staring at me sleepily. I moved closer to her. She looked up at me, the moonlight catching her eyes and making them shine. I kneeled down. Take her hand! I reached for it when another voice spoke up. Don't! Don't get to close to her Severus. She'll only hurt you in the end. Why would she want a old, broken man like you when she has younger, better looking men chasing her?

"What is it, Hermione?" I whispered. I hadn't meant to sound so harsh. She truly didn't seem to mind. She leaned forward and gently kissed my lips.

"Please stay with me." I stared at her. Surely she doesn't mean it? I swallowed.

"Mia, where would I sleep? There's no room." It was easy to call her by her nickname, too easy to pretend there was more between us than casual shagging. She let go of Septimus' hand and stood up. I stood and moved aside for her to walk past me. She stood next to me, and with a flick of her wand the chair was transfigured into a bed. She climbed in to it and snuggled down.

"Aren't you going to lay down?"

"Miss Granger, need I remind you that I am your professor and twenty years older than you? We could get caught."

"Being my professor didn't stop you before, now did it? As for being caught, well..." She smirked. "Let them catch us. All we're doing is sleeping."

"Don't be a fool. They might not see it that way." Her eyes flashed. She sat up and glared at me, her eyes throwing daggers.

"Don't you ever call me a fool Severus! Last I checked, you were a Hogwarts' staff member, not an Aries professor. And stop the Miss Granger crap. Now, get your ass in to bed and go to sleep." Her glare brooked no argument. Grumbling quietly about insolent witches, I climbed into the bed next to her. She snuggled up to my side, resting her head on my shoulder. Giving my cheek a kiss, she gave a sigh of content. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her even closer.

"Go to sleep." I whispered. Watching her as her breathing evened out. I closed my eyes, and whispered the words that I would probably never say to her. "I care about you, Hermione, a great deal." That said, I moved into a more comfortable position and prepared myself to sleep. As I drifted off, I completed what I had meant to say.

"No matter how much I care for you, I don't plan on changing…not for you, not for anyone." I'll always be a mean sarcastic man…

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