Hermione was excited at this new revelation. She'd been blessed by Olivander to delve into the world of wand making. And so she sat for five hours with the old wizard discussing the roots of wand making. She hadn't realized that in the time of Merlin wix did not use wands, in fact they didn't use any tools except the old druids and their staffs. After five hours Hermione's stomach growled and she noticed Olivander, though happy to explain further, was looking tired.

"I think its time for us to go Hermione." Hermione agreed and stood.

"Thank you for the information Mr. Olivander."

"No problem child. Come and visit me again. Its not as if I have much to do, I would be glad to talk to you." Olivander smiled and watched as the two walked out the house and down the lane to the apparition point.

Upon arrival to Severus' home they removed their shoes and jackets. Severus went to the library and Hermione went to the kitchen and put on a pot for tea and began to prepare them a simple lunch. Once done she placed everything on the table in the kitchen and went to find Severus. He sat on a wing back chair with his bare feet up on a matching ottoman. His sleeves wee rolled to his elbow and had been so engrossed in the book he was reading the master spy hadn't noticed Hermione creep up beside him.

"Lunch is ready." She said softly but he still jumped out of his skin. When had the little chit gotten there? Then again living with Ron had probably taught her to walk silently. Severus composed himself and nodded.

"I'll be right over." Severus put down the book marking the page with a blank piece of paper and walked to the kitchen and sat opposite from Hermione. They sat and ate in comfortable silence occasionally stealing glances at each other and out the large window beside them.

At this point in time Hermione had been with Severus just over a month and in that time she had put on a decent amount of weight so she looked healthy again. Her hair was no longer frail and limp but just as thick and wild as when she was in school. Though, she had finally figured out how to tame her hair. She was warmer now that she was away from Ron but still a little on edge whenever she left the house in fear that the red headed menace would show his face and dare attack her while in Severus' presence or not.

And just like Olivander he had noticed that magically she was getting stronger. But she was also exercising a lot now that she had the free will to do so. If she wasn't in the library reading every book in Severus' possession she was outside running laps around the house. And this was good the stronger a wix kept their body the stronger their magic could be. But them of course there was the exception where a wix had more magic then normal and even though they exercised would still be overweight but healthy, case in point Molly Weasley. That was one woman Severus was afraid to duel.

Once finished Severus banished all the dishes to the sink where they were magically washed.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" he asked looking Hermione in the eye.

"I don't have anything planned really, why do you ask?"

"I need some help filling some potions orders. Extra capable hands would help greatly."

"I'll help, no need to ask just let me know." They stood and she followed Severus to his lab. They split the list in half and set to work. It was nice working with Severus. If she had a question it was easy for him to answer and she made sure not to ask useless questions, always thinking thoroughly before asking him anything. What she liked more was watching him work. It was almost like watching a ballet. His movements were quick, graceful and on point. In the years that he taught her she had never heard of Severus messing up a potion, and judging from the potions textbook he had as a student he was far ahead of his time. It was probably easy for him to gain his mastery.

But the best bit was just watching his body. In the month that she had been here she had marveled at how the muscles in his back flexed or how beautiful his hands were like carved pure white marble. She marveled at his long legs and how he didn't come off as gangly. He was exceptionally comfortable with his body and understood how to move. At times her mind would wander to how that body would move on a dance floor or in bed. But by the time she got to those thoughts she would throw them to the back of her mind she was married after all.

Then the waves of anger would come. Ron Weasley, one third of the golden trio and her husband who had beat and raped her on a regular basis. Ron Weasley, who was a coward and now on the run and in hiding Merlin knows where, and it was then that she made the decision that as of arriving on Severus' doorstep she was no longer married and was free to do as she pleased. If she wanted to fantasize about Severus Snape and the things he could do in bed to her, so be it.

Severus had noticed her deep in thought. Thankfully it wasn't affecting her work but she was uncharacteristically silent so he put on the wizarding wireless for some music. That seemed to snap her out of her thought, and just in time to as the potion she was working on had to sit and simmer for a few hours so she could start working on another potion.

Severus on the other hand started to have more and more dreams with Hermione in them. At first they had been docile. Some of them would be of past happy memories after the final battle. Some of them had been what if situations, like what if they met at a bookstore and just talked or what if they were sitting by the lake at Hogwarts just calmly sitting and watching the creatures of the lake come out from the depths to play. But as of late his dreams have been taking more the erotic turn. Though of course he would cast those aside as inappropriate. She was his student and married after all. And at this moment her confidant and pseudo-bodyguard. But then again She was a former student as was most of wizarding Britain and she probably didn't consider herself married any more. But she would probably think him a freak and run away if he tried anything. He started to wonder what she was like as well and wondered if he did try anything would she be willing. She was raped and beaten regularly. And so his thoughts were kept to himself and though he was friendly with her and they had long talks he kept her at arms distance at all times.