If you would have grabbed hold of me a year ago and told me that by my 19th birthday I would be living with the old, murderous, potions master of Hogwarts, and occupying my time cradling him back to health like a sick child, I probably would have slapped you silly.

Yet, this is what my life has become.

I was woken up this morning as usual by Marvil jumping on the bottom of my bed screaming for me to 'get Master breakfast'.

He has been doing it all week, since I brought Snape in. Not only am I traumatically unnerved from the whole experience, I have no time to actually think about what happened, and contemplate it. Snape is taking up my every spare minute, and he loves it. He is milking it for all its worth.

And like the stupid sap I am, I'm letting him.

To be honest, that's not what is bothering me.

What is bothering me, apart from Marvil, is the fact that I'm actually, secretly enjoying myself.

I mean sure, tending to Snape's beck and call may not be pleasant, but it's good to see that he's ok.

I think that because first of all he was my capturer, then my rescuer and now my patient, that I have formed a sort of bond with him.

It's like a mutual agreement, we can shout and bicker all we like and deny the truth, but we both know what happened. We both know that there is something there between us. At least I think there is.

Maybe this whole mutual agreement is not so mutual.

Hmmmm?

I knock on his bedroom door. I hear the lock undo itself and presume that he is still in bed and has just, oh so half heartedly waved his wand at the door. I peer around. I'm right. The lazy git.

"And how are we feeling today?" I say im my mock concern voice.

"Splendid" he growls back.

I 'tut-tut' him for his sarcasm as I walk over to his bedside table.

"I made you three, 5 minute eggs" I inform him as I place them down on the dark wooden cabinet with his toast.

He grunts at me. I know what he really meant to say was 'thank you', and that's all I need.

I'm so optimistic.

"So, do you plan on actually getting up today?" I ask whilst helping myself to a piece of toast and dipping it leisurely in the yolk of one of his eggs.

He gives me one of his trademark glares. "Possibly", he grunts staring at hid breakfast.

"Good because you need to reset the wards around the house, Lucius Malfoy tried to come near here earlier and it took a lot of persuasion and a boot up the arse from Marvil to convince him you and I weren't home".

"What?!"

"Like I said the wards need to be reset" I repeat myself before strolling toward the door.

"Wait, what did he want?" he asks me. I note the panic in his voice and turn around with a sigh.

"You can guess" I say tiredly. "I'm sure he's not at all pleased with what happened last week, probably has come to finish the job".

"He didn't hurt you?"

I'm actually touched by this. Never did I expect Snape to think of anyone else but himself and although I knew he kinda liked me, I just thought it was because he was sex starved. Never did I expect the panic in his voice to be concern for me and my safety.

I just stand there gaping at him, I'm speechless.

I mean he is concerned about me, over his own safety.

"No" I finally manage to whisper.

I'm looking at him all wide eyed and admiring, and he is just looking at me back like im stark raving mad.

Ok I have to admit as I was staring for the first 5 minutes he could have possibly been looking at me lovingly, the next 5 minutes maybe a bit confused, the next 5 minutes he looked at a loss as to what to actually do and now he just stares at me as if I have decided to streak naked infront of him.

Which I so would not do.

So, a good 20 minutes later I'm just gaping like a fish at him. Great.

So he finally decides to get up and lift me out of the room. He picks me up by my upper arms, takes me over to the door and places me delicately down outside it.

So now I'm just staring at the big wooden door and beginning to wonder if there is any magical way to rid the house of woodworm.

Marvil 'pops' up nearby and walks around me. He thinks I am weird.

Hehehe.

I finally manage to snap out of my state of unconscious consciousness and turn to look at the funny little elf.

"Missy been upsetting Master?" he asks me rudely.

"No" I tell him.

"Hmmmm," he groans before stalking off.

Little sod.

I get the feeling back in my legs and decide to go downstairs.

I spy Marvil chewing on a table leg and rush past, rather the table than my leg.

At a loss of what to do I decide to go for a stroll in the gardens. Since Snape hasn't yet put the wards back on the front door I am free to go inside and out as I please.

The gardens are actually quite nice, well it's like one big overgrown orchard really but I prefer it like this, I have no time for people who spend ages planting the most beautiful flowers and then some kid comes and tramples on them. I couldn't stand the frustration. And I much prefer a good lawn.

Not that you could call this a lawn, like I said it's overgrown, the shortest blades of grass comes up to my waist.

Merrily (and because I know no one is looking) I skip through the jungle orchard. I weave in and out the trees like some little kid who has just watched Alice in Wonderland and is looking for a rabbit hole.

I almost forget where I am when I stumble over something lying on the ground. I smack my head roughly against a nearby pear tree.

In my frustration I kick the log-thing that tripped me and am suddenly surprised when it groans back.

"What the-?" I look down at the slumped form of a person I barely recognise.

"Hermione?" the weak crouching form moans.

I look down into the deep emerald eyes that are peering up at me.

"Oh my god" I cry as I throw my arms around the broken man before me, "Harry!"