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Chapter 7: Is Love Linear?

Snape's POV:

"Really Severus must you wear a hole in my floor from your pacing. They cannot hide out in here forever." Minerva said with a smirk.

"No not forever… just until Mikaeus is properly checked into the little spot in hell he has reserved." I said dryly continuing to walk the kitchen for about the tenth time in the twenty minutes since they had left. "Where were they meeting Shacklebolt anyway?"

"His office at the ministry. Kingsley will see that no harm comes to them you'll see." Minerva replied calmly sipping her tea.

"I'll what?" there was a crack and the six foot two frame of Kingsley Shacklebolt materialized before them.

"Kingsley what are you doing here? Did something go wrong? Where are they?" Minerva rose to her feet as quick as any witch a fraction of her age.

"Where are who?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"George, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny. Where are they you fool?" I said crossly. I shouldn't have snapped at him, but I really am not known to be soft spoken even in good spirits.

"Why should I know, you said they were arriving last night so I thought I'd come by and discuss our next move. Did they not make it from the school?" I stood up and snapped my fingers and in a second I was gone. There really was no time to explain I needed to act now. I may not have been happy with the fact that Hermione was dating George Weasley, but I had never seen him speak so harshly or treat her with such disdain as I had witnessed that morning. ; that was enough to tell me that something was horribly amiss. I apparated just outside the barrier of the ministry as not to alert them of activity and slipped inside. I ran through down the corridor towards Kingsley's office. As I approached, Harry Potter materialized in front of me and I realize he had been wearing his father's old cloak.

"Professor, what are you doing here?" He asked bewildered with a skeptical look.

"Potter there is really no time to explain the girls are-" I started but was cut off by a shriek. The offices of the ministry had enough sound resistance to mask the conversations of classified meetings, but not so much to be soundproof. I pulled out my wand, not bothering to check the door because I was seasoned well enough to know Weasley would have locked them in. I knew for a fact neither girl had a wand with them. "Alohamora" I announced with enough conviction the door unlocked and slammed open revealing a surprised George Weasley. I pointed my wand at him, "immobulus" oh the curses I would have preferred to use on him but for the moment I just needed him out of my way. Ginny and Hermione ran behind me as George's grip on their arms was released and I held my wand out at Rowan Riddlecraft who obviously had not come prepared to battle.

"Severus-" He said, his voice dripping in fake kindness and charisma.

"Not another step Riddlecraft. Not one more step you hear me?" I thought hard. what was I to do. I couldn't kill him, no matter how much I wanted to. "The Minister doesn't know you're here does he? I can imagine that you and George cooked up this scheme amongst yourselves to gain power in the ministry isn't that right? You were going to deliver these two little girls right into the hands of Mikaeus Levant and reap the rewards weren't you."

"That's right. You know its not too late Severus, hand over the slaves to me and I will ensure Miss Granger is properly punished and returned to you as soon as possible." He spoke and I felt my eyes flash red.

"Obliviate." sparks shot out of my wand and hit him square in the chest knocking him back onto the couch. I quickly closed the door behind us and whispered "colloportus" to lock the office from the outside.

We arrived back inside Minerva's kitchen one by one. I was last to apparate dragging with me one George Weasley who was beginning to regain his mobility. I pointed to a kitchen chair. "Sit" I demanded. George sat down slowly not looking anywhere but at his feet.

"You… you slimey, dung-eating, traitorous boggart!" Hermione erupted pointing her finger at George. "How could you? I can't even wrap my head around it. I cannot even put it into words I am so angry with you. If it wasn't completely clear, we are most definitely no more." She yanked the necklace she was wearing over her head and threw it at his feet and stormed from the room.

"Well Mr. Weasley," I said with a slow drawl. "It would appear that you should be thankful she wasn't armed."

"I can explain." George said quietly his gaze still on the floor.

"Go ahead George, explain." Harry said shortly. "Explain to Professor McGonagall and Mr. Shacklebolt how you were going to just hand over Hermione Granger, our best chance for getting out of this alive, and your own sister Ginny to the Minister of Magic! Better yet why don't you explain it to your mother and father?" Minerva and Kingsley both looked at each other with complete shock written on both their faces.

"I have a daughter. Not many people know about Grace, but it is true. Rowan Riddlecraft told you a half truth Severus. He was doing it for power, I was not. You see told me he had Gracie and if I did not hand over my sister and Hermione to him, he would kill her. He said the minister would just brainwash them and send them home that no harm would come to them. I do believe in your cause Professor, but I was forced to choose between my little girl or them and I chose Grace. I will always choose Grace." He spoke softly.

"George we do understand that people do horrible things for love."

"Minerva you cannot possibly say we let this go?" I snapped angrily. "This is not minor. Not a 'well all ended well' excuse."

"No of course not Severus. As I was saying. As much as I understood the reasoning, I trusted you Mr. Weasley and you betrayed us all. If you had come to me with this issue I would have taken you to your daughter who I have safely in hiding, but instead you did not choose to respect me enough to trust me. For that reason and your complete disregard for the importance of, and not to mention complete risk, of our cause, I will have no choice but to remove you from your service to me. I will also be removing all memories of Hermione, your time together, the resistance, and of your allegiance to the Ministry. You will be sent to your daughter and the two of you can return to your parents at their home." Minerva was not angry, but she was terribly disappointed and saddened by George's actions. In fact, I think we all were.

Hermione's POV:

I stormed out of the room after letting George have it. I was crying and I think this is what you would call hyperventilating. I climbed up into my bed and leaning into the pillow I screamed and cried as loud as I could. There were so many things to think about at the moment. A. I just broke up with my boyfriend so that hurt. B. I just narrowly escaped being handed over to Mikaeus Levant and that was scary. Seriously, I fought fucking Voldemort and yet now I'm crying like a scared baby. In many ways I was a baby now. Of course C. I was livid we were just betrayed by someone I trusted with my life and my heart. I knew I could come back from this but for now I just wanted to kick my feet, preferably into his jewels, and scream out all the tension. I sighed and was surprised that it was my go to and that I wanted it. Then reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out my green teal coloured pacifier. sticking it into my mouth i closed my eyes soothed by the rubber apparatus. I don't remember a whole lot after that, but I do remember waking up to a hand caressing my head.

"Sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to wake you." Daddy said softly as he stroked my hair and I opened my eyes. "You just looked so sweet and small I could not help myself."

"It's okay." I said sitting up, my pacifier forgotten on my pillow.

"Do you want to talk about it." he asked me cautiously at first. He was sitting beside me now. I was a little surprised actually, I mean Severus Snape had been through so much with us over the last few years, but he had never really been known to show kindness to anyone. I leaned up and hugged him tightly and I blushed because I had never done that before but I just couldn't stop myself. His arms were so inviting and once I was in them it just felt so comfortable. Like I could really be me around him.

"No I'm good now I think. I feel kind of stupid for trusting him. How did you not strangle him. I thought for sure someone would have considered the killing curse." I said with a laugh. "I guess it is a good thing I didn't have my wand with me after all. Speaking of my wand. Can I have it back? I think the last dose of that syrum has worn off now. Daddy sighed and it sounded sad. He pulled my wand out of his cloak and moves to hand it to me. He pauses, with the wand just out of my grasp, and looks at me. I make grabby hands for the wand. "Mine…"

"Yes, yours and I will give it back to you. However if you do not use it responsibly like a big girl or you use it to get around Daddy's rules, I will not hesitate to take it away. Is that understood?"

"Yes. Crystal." I muttered and giggled as I wrapped my hands around the vine wood handle. It felt like part of my heart had been returned to me. I loved my wand. "I will never let you go again."

"Now I want to impress on you my dear I know you have seen me use the killing curse before, but the killing curse like the others with it are christened unforgivable for a reason. Now I would break the law for you most certainly, but it would change you and your view of me. There was a moment I wanted to kill Mr. Weasley on the spot, but you stopped me. I did not want you to see me take the life of someone you loved." I nodded. What he said made sense. I was still angry beyond belief but I knew that George Weasley would get his comeuppance. Now maybe in future I would come to forgive George for what he was about to do and even understand that love can make a person do crazy things, but never ever ever would be find himself back in my bed.

Ginny's POV:

I learned something from this whole ordeal and that is that I am the worst ugly cryer you have ever seen. Believe me when I say this, I could not stop crying and the whole nine yards. I gasped, I hiccuped, I couldn't breath even. George looked at me with the most pitiful puppy dog eyes I had ever seen. His biggest punishment was that McGonagall refused to allow him to talk to me or Hermione before Mr. Shacklebolt took him away to have his memory wiped. It was imperative that it be done as far from McGonagall's London headquarters as possible. He could know nothing of the resistance he helped establish. After he was gone I kept crying. Snape had tried to comfort me. He tried offering me a cookie, a pacifier, nothing would, pardon the cringe worthy pun, pacify me. I used to have a girlish crush on Severus Snape but it had passed, really passed lately. He was a caregiver and he was sweet but there was nothing further. I didn't even feel comfort around him the way Hermione did. Even when she still fancied herself in love with my brother I could see the way she went to putty around the potions master. I think love and hate are so passionate in and among itself that you could detest someone to the end of the earth and still love them with as much fiery passion. That in a nutshell had been Hermione and Snape leading up to events of last few years. You know, I hadn't had the guts to tell even my best friend this, for the last several years I had discovered that men just weren't attractive to me. I dated Dean Thomas for quite awhile and for several years now swore to the heavens in earth that I could be the future Mrs. Harry Potter, but you know I just can't. One of these days I'm going to have to tell Harry, but that day is not today. How do you tell your boyfriend that you're into pussy and not cock? Anyway I'm getting way ahead of myself here. My thoughts drifted to Hermione and how she was getting on. Finally Snape stood up and climbed the stairs to check on her and left me and Professor McGonagall alone. After a few minutes she stood up and came over to me; she had just watched silently as Snape had tried to comfort me. Oddly enough she didn't say a word to me, but she just lifted me up into her arms. Did you know when you embrace the little lifestyle you become weightless? Odd right? She carried me out into the other room and sat down with me on the couch. She still said absolutely nothing but let me cry into her chest and she stroked my red hair. I don't remember anything after that, until I woke up on the couch covered in my green turtle blankey.

Author Note: Thanks for reading the latest chapter lovelies. I hope you enjoyed. So far I have been focusing on Hermione and Ginny with more of a focal point on Hermione. Who wants to see more about Ginny? What kind of adventure is in store for her?