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Snape waited until he could hear the water running then ventured upstairs, he'd already examined the downstairs layout. And wanted to see the rest without Granger watching him; thinking of the floor plan Lupin had given him he turned right at the top of the stairs, walking up the passageway and opening the door which had been marked as his, or rather Ron's.
The room was a fair size, with a king sized bed on the back wall and matching wardrobes occupying the spaces either side.
There were alcoves opposite to the bed and two bay windows to the left, one bay had a desk covered with parchment and books, the other a love seat. As he continued his examination he saw that an alcove contained a floor to ceiling book case which was packed, some books resting atop the others this was the first thing that didn't quite fit, the book case was fuller and more varied than he would have expected Weasley's to have been.
The next alcove looked as though it contained a gadget shop in its entirety which figured, and then the final one was made of glass which obviously had some magical property as you felt you could see through it completely and not at all.
He decided to avoid this for the time being. A floor length curtain near the door he had entered caught his interest and he walked towards it, reaching out to move it aside he felt a force shielding it and making it solid as rock taking out his wand he uttered three spells before the curtain became soft.
Pulling it back his eyes met an unexpected sight a large conservatory with a domed roof stood before him containing hundreds of plants, and a slim walk way, the room was light and airy and had a tropical feel about it. He decided this warranted closer attention but perhaps when Granger was out, as it wouldn't do to be caught exploring a house he was supposed to call his own.
So he let the curtain fall and turned back to his room, something about it was unsettling and although he dreaded what he would find he moved to the first wardrobe opening the door he saw a variety of wizards robes, cloaks, shoes etcetera, then walking around the bed he opened the other and he ground his teeth as a long mirror on the inside of the door reflected his body, and he looked upon the decidedly feminine clothing within.
At that moment he heard the bathroom door open and closed the wardrobe quickly moving away, then the door opened and in walked a dripping Hermione clad in a pink cotton dressing gown she smiled walking past him, towards her wardrobe and opening the door to take out some blue speckled pyjamas from one of the shelf's.
'So how was your day?' she asked placing the nightclothes on the bed and turning half towards him as she made to unfasten her robe,
'Oh… erm ok thanks… but the order's just called so I have to go… sorry'
'Oh well in that case wait a minute and ill come with you' she said pointing her wand at her hair drying it,
'No, no just me, see you later'
'Oh right, well I guess so'
'don't wait up' he said trying to smile at her, sensing that she felt something wrong, and then he fled.
He appeared outside number 12 moments later, and barged through the door setting off the charming Mrs Black, he ignored her ranting over 'blood traitors' and stormed into the living room where Lupin sat quite unashamedly curled up with Tonks on the sofa.
'I've changed my mind' he declared
'What on earth do you mean by that?' asked a very calm Lupin
'What do you mean "what do I mean by that?" isn't it obvious? I no longer want to do this I'll fend for myself; you best start making funeral arrangements for Mr Weasley'
'You've given it an hour, go away and try to work this one out, it's the best cover I can give you and I think you should stop being childish and look at this from an objective point of view. After all how hard can it be, I know this may be a foreign idea to you but if you're nice to her I don't see how this can go wrong'
'They were lovers did you know that? Why didn't I know they were an item before… ?'
'I didn't realise their relationship had developed that much I knew there was some connection but…'
'Oh honestly, for two intelligent men you are very dumb, obviously something was there, they're living together for Pete's sake!' laughed Tonks
'Well Harry was living with them before as well I thought they were just well you know… friends' defended Lupin
'Yes well I can believe that, you do tend to be a little blind to romantic inclinations unless they're handed to you, goodness knows I can testify to that. But I tried to stop this ridiculous notion this afternoon and I'm glad that you've come to your senses'
'No I don't think its wise to stop this, we've agreed that it's the best course of action and even with you two against it's still the majority's stance that you stay with Hermione, now if that's all you have to say I would like to resume my evening goodnight Severus'
Severus gaped for a moment; he'd just been dismissed, by the werewolf no less, after a tense pause he marched out completely exasperated at the arrogance of them all, how could Lupin sit there cuddled up and cosy when there were fights to be fought. And the same went for Granger and Weasley how could they begin something at such a time, how much easier this whole thing would be if they hadn't.
For the next three hours Severus moped about the streets of London feeling a distinct sense pity for himself, before he decided to stop acting like a school boy and get back to Hermione, after all he was Severus Snape, dark potions master, he could deceive in an instant and bend at will. Now if only he could figure out why Hermione Granger was scaring him more than the dark lord himself at this very moment, he'd be on to something.
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Snape stood at the edge of the king sized bed watching her sleep peacefully wondering how he was going to pull this off, he had no idea what he was supposed to do; he'd played spy a thousand times, but this role was new to him just like Remus had said, and it was alright for him sat cuddled up at home completely at ease. While he, Severus, had to figure out how to interact with a bossy know it all, in a way that would actually convince her he was her friend…more than her friend.
Her groaned at the prospect then sighing pulled back the edge of the quilt slipping in next to her. Although the bed was pretty enormous he lay so close to the edge he was in danger of falling out, he considered putting her under the bodybind curse then creating an invisible brick wall between the two of them, and only with difficulty with difficulty did he dismiss the idea and fall into an uneasy sleep.
Two hours later he awoke shivering, opening his eyes he looked around and saw that he had no covers, and next to him laid a gigantic bundled duvet, rolling over, he gently took hold of the edge nearest him, and pulled steadily… nothing happened so he moved closer and slipped one foot under the warmth of the bedding. Fifteen minutes later this had progressed to the whole of his left leg, something made him think that it was going to be a very long night, and just as this thought entered his mind something worse happened. Hermione rolled over, and although this gave him opportunity to get under the covers, it left him with very little private space.
He edged away from her slowly, moving steadily backwards before he felt himself sliding off the bed and powerless to stop it he landed with a thud on the floor; above him on the bed Hermione slept on.
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