A.N: Okay, so I decided to continue it, and here's chapter two. This follows chapter one, but not all the chapters will be working in chronological order, just for reference.

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.Remembrance.

.Chapter II: Confession.

Ron was sat on the chair by the dining room table, the lights extinguished and laying in the Deluminator in his jeans pocket, when the front door opened and closed with an almost indiscernable click. He ran his hands through his flaming hair, and sighed, looking down at the table. It was time; whether he liked it or not it was time for him to stand up to her and admit he'd been following.

Hermione frowned in the shadows as her wand refused to light the rooms, and she raised a hand to her hood as Ron clicked the Deluminator underneath the table, lights flying to the lamps, not only in the kitchen but throughout the rest of the downstairs portion of the house. The expression of surprise, plastered onto her downcast eyes, showed Ron quite clearly that she had no idea why he was still sat at the table, waiting for her, and why he wore such a blank expression.

"Ron? What's going on?" A thought suddenly glimmered across her mind; "It's not Rose or Hugo, is it? They're fine?" She started to panic, her breath hastening and her hands beginning to sweat as her heart began to race.

"The kids are fine." Ron stated, deadpan, as he continued to stare at the table. "Hermione," he started, looking up at her for the first time since she had entered the room, "where were you tonight? Really, I mean." Her eyes widened and she tried to talk, her mouth opening and closing blankly for a few seconds. "I know you weren't at your parents' house 'Mione. So where were you?"

"I…" Tears formed in her eyes, and her heart tugged at her as the memories surfaced, fresh in her mind as she gazed at Ron, hoping, wishing and praying that he wouldn't ask her further than this. "I went to the graveyard, the cemetery."

"Which one?" His voice was harsh and stung her, making her wince as she saw the need to know in his eyes.

"The one where… where…" The lump formed in her throat, and she found it hard to breathe as a tear escaped from her eyeswhy was it so hard to say his name? "He is buried," she managed, more tears escaping now as she slightly hiccupped. Ron's eyes hardened as he fixed her in his gaze.

"Who is buried there, Hermione?"

"Ss… Sse…" She took a deep breath, and steadied herself, roughly wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, before she answered with a finality that reflected the fact that she knew the masquerade was over, and that everything would come out, whether she wanted it to or not. "Severus is buried there."

Ron stayed quiet for a moment, and this concerned Hermione more than the stone-cold look on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair again, and gestured for her to sit down. She pulled out a chair, and perched on the edge, her cloak still chilled with the autumn breeze.

"Why were you visiting Snape's grave?" Ron's voice was shaking, and she could see the internal fight about whether he wanted to know or not.

Hermione turned her eyes to the floor, and wrapped her arms around herself as Ron's steely gaze continued to bear down on her. He felt restrained as he stopped himself from grabbing her arms and shouting, screaming at her, demanding to know why she was visiting the dread Professor's last resting place. Instead of this, he just fixed his eyes on her, and settled with speaking through gritted teeth, his anger just seething out. He didn't know how he'd taken it this long, why he didn't just confront her the first time, all those years ago. All he knew was that finally, finally he was asking what he had wondered for so long.

She was steadying herself as she prepared herself for the confession that would change her life. Her life was so carefully put together, so meticulously neat and every vestige of her past was so well concealed, even the annual return to her lover's grave.

"Ron, I…" She started, before taking another deep breath, readying herself for the storm that was about to hit and compound itself over and over again. "I just need you to know I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry it's been a secret." Ron nodded almost imperceptibly, and she knew that her apology would not be accepted for a while. "Severus was, is, different to how you thought he was. He's… was, that is, sweet and kind and brave, and gentle," Ron snorted, and not in a laughing way as his eyes clouded.

"And you would know that, how exactly?" He snarled, the restraint he'd been showing dissipating as his worst, nightmarish thoughts appeared to be making a resurgence, this time as reality.

"Ron, don't be angry, this was years ago, before…" She caught his eyes with hers and put the effort into keeping the eye contact. "We were together. From the third year until he killed Professor Dumbledore." The look of disgust on Ron's face reminded her why this had remained her secret for so long.

"Thirteen? You were Thirteen?" He shouted, and Hermione knew that that was not the moment to point out that she was fourteen, and nearly fifteen since it was near the end of the year. "What were you doing? Why were you with him? Snape? Snape?!"

"I love him Ronald!" Her hand flew to her mouth as she realised what she'd said, so easily, so much more easily than she'd thought she would. "I mean… I loved…" Ron's lip curled, and he angrily stood up.

"You loved me! You said you loved me, not him! You had my children for Merlin's sake! We are married, and you still visit the grave of your lover, who is not me according to you." He seethed, just resisting from leaning over his sobbing wife and screaming into her face. He clenched his fists and watched as Hermione wept, tears streaming down her cheeks and her hair tumbling out of the knot at the back of her head.

"I do love you!" She stumbled over the words and he sneered at her, asking whether she really did. "I do! I'm sorry, okay! I should have told you, but I was so afraid you, and Harry would act like this."

"Well, it's a bit late for apologies, about twenty five years too late!" He inhaled deeply, and pulled his wand out of his pocket. Hermione drew back in fear. "I'm getting Harry. You won't be leaving."

As he left he cast a strong protection charm, and Hermione could almost feel the walls closing in on her and her carefully moulded new life falling apart with the protective wards around her heart.