That night as Hermione kissed him one last time goodbye, he was leaving.
"Stay safe I'll be back," he said dragging her to him again to kiss her.
"I know," she said, as she stepped back from him so he could portkey away. With a little pop, he was gone. A tear broke from her dripping down her cheek.
"Come on Granger time for your training," she heard a rough voice said, hardening her face she turned to him and nodded. She would get through this and make sure everyone was safe.
It was poring as she ran; it was the first task that he had given to her when she had gotten outside. He told her to keep running and running until he told her to come in. The rain had started light but soon poured down from the sky in currents.
Her clothes were soaked but she didn't care the burn in her legs and stomach kept her going. She was going to save her friends and Severus if it was the last thing she did.
She had started at six, but as the hours went by, she kept going. Her whole body ached, her stomach growled with need, but she ignored it and kept running.
The water pelted her blurring her vision making her long hair soak her even when it was in a ponytail. Her shirt plastered to her. The chill rising around her, making her shiver but burn with heat all at once, thoughts of embracing Severus when he returned filled her head, and kept her up and going.
"She has strength Albus, she's strong, I'm surprised she's kept going," Moody said looking out the window at the little figure that could just be seen running.
"She's doing it for them," Albus said and Moody nodded he knew what drove the girl.
"She's doing great, but I was told about her testing with that bastard she has the instincts she just needs to use them," Moody said as he started walking past the man and onto the field to go to the girl.
"Hermione," he yelled she ran over to him, and stood there breathing heavily.
"Yes. Sir," she said.
"You're done for the day get some rest the same tomorrow early," he said as he started walking back.
"What about at school sir I want to continue my training," she said.
"I will meet you every morning at the pitch to continue everything," he said smirking at her determination, yes she would do great things. He watched as she ran back to the house, she would be a great weapon against Voldermort and his Death Eaters even the Dementors that were rising against the ministry wouldn't' be able to make her cower.
As she entered the kitchen, she was soaked and her shorts were plastered against her. Reaching into the fridge for a pop, she heard the cough behind her, put it back, and grabbed a bottle of water.
"Happy," she said and she turned to see him nodding.
She was going to head to her bedroom then totally detoured and before she knew it, she was in his room.
Stripping her clothes, she found the shirt she had worn the other day on the bed, pulled it on, and slipped under the covers, relishing in the sweet smell that was her man.
Setting her alarm clock, she drifted to sleep her water bottle forgotten, beside her as she cuddled up to his pillow.
As the alarm shrilled, she groggily shut it off and with a flick of her wand; she was changed into black short shorts and a black tank top. It was four and she had to start training.
She knew when she agreed to the training that it would be hard but maybe it would keep her mind off him for a while. Everyone was asleep as she coasted outside. The house as you all know had a backyard, but no one but members of the order could see it. A miniature pitch was placed there.
With a bottle of water in the grass, she started. Running, the feel of fire in her muscle, but the fire in her heart no matter what kept growing.
"Where's Hermione," Moody asked as he came into the house to see everyone eating it was nine and she was no were to be seen.
"She didn't come to bed last night," Ginny said drinking her juice.
Mrs. Weasley looked out the window and gasped, there she was running the poor dear. She would smack Severus if it were the last thing she did leaving her to be by herself. She could see the love that transpired between the two during dinner the blushes the sighs, of love.
"Moody she's outside I swear not one exited the house since I got up this morning at six," she said looking at him.
"Ah the girls showing responsibility," Moody grinned.
Outside the voices of people didn't reach her the thudding of her heart and determination drove her harder and harder.
For five hours she'd ran on and off constantly, never stopping longer than a couple of minutes. Water long forgotten the empty bottle pushed around by the cold wind that would never touch her skin for it was bathed in sweat and determination.
Winter was coming and it was getting impatient.
"Your done for now, go in and get something to eat," the voice was nice for once as she turned and looked at the old man with the toothy grin.
"Yes sir," she said as she started walking to the house.
Inside her plate was already filled and waiting for her there.
"Sweetheart," Mrs. Weasley said kissing her head as she sat.
"Thank you," she said kindly eating the food with ravaging hunger.
They would be going back to school tomorrow she had one more day to relish in his scent, to be near him until he came back, would it be enough.
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I didn't really know how to end this story so I just put something down because I know how much you guys love me to update hope you like it the other chapter will be about two days have jazz band tomorrow and work out time.
Lov you all
Steph