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Chapter 13

Severus awoke with a feeling of something warm, pressed against him. He also felt his groin ache. It wasn't unusual for him to have his morning erections. Unconsciously, he thrust forward and groaned. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he remembered where he was.

His arm was tossed over Hermione's waist. Her bottom was in perfect alignment with his crotch. He felt his cock throb against her. Only the thin layers or their clothing is what separated them. He needed release.

Slowly, he unwrapped his arm around her, and moved away from her. He didn't want to wake Hermione up from her sleep. As he stood, he noticed that his pants were tenting. His erection was very much evident. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he walked to the bathroom.

In the shower, he let the cold water spray allow his body to fully awaken. He also wanted the water to let his erection go down, and yet it couldn't. He just didn't need release, he needed her for his release. Images of him bedding her, having sex with her, fucking her, making love to her and whatever else more ran through his brain.

Honestly, it had been awhile since he had sex with a woman. In terms of the women that he has slept with, most of them were whores at Knockturn Alley, or women that Voldemort forced him to rape when he was still a double spy.

His hand then traveled down to his cock, and he stroked it. He imagined him and her together. He couldn't stop it and ignore it. As soon as his release came strong and hard, he groaned and shook his head afterwards. It felt good, but he wasn't satisfied.

Sleeping next to Hermione was going to be temptation for his body. The next few days were going to be hard for him.

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Hermione popped a pot sticker in her mouth after dipping it in her soy sauce. She and Severus had been enjoying some Chinese food for lunch in his living room. They were both seated on the couch. Hermione leaning back on an arm, as her feet were stretched out on Severus's lap.

"Narcissa called while you went out to get the take away," Hermione informed Severus. She stayed at his place, while he walked to the Chinese restaurant not too far off.

"What did she say?" he asked.

"Well, she says we need to have a fitting for our clothes tomorrow. Plus, she said that you have no choice but to wear white robes." She smirked at the thought of Severus wearing white robes. He only wore black ones.

"Once again, I will be forced to do something I do not want or choose not to do," he sneered. "Blasted wedding, blasted clothes, blasted…" Severus suddenly stopped. He regretted the words that he just said. Damn! He cursed himself. He was still heartless, and of all things, he had hurt Hermione with no intention. Sadness, guilt and anger were emotions that he felt. Oddly though, he felt that they weren't all his. He turned to face his fiancé.

Hermione had her knees against her chest, and her arms wrapped around them. Tears were in her eyes, as she looked very vulnerable and hurt. "You didn't have to be nice Severus?" she hissed at him.

"I am sorry Hermione, it just slipped out. I didn't mean it."

"Sorry?" she snapped. "You didn't have to play nice with me. I didn't force you to do anything! This relationship and soon to be marriage, you could have just said no! It's a simple word." Anger in her was building up by the second. "You just playing me Severus? Playing me and my feelings?"

"No, I never-"

"Bullshit!" she shouted at him.

Something inside Severus snapped. "I'll tell you what's bullshit!" he raised his voice. "My life, that's what! I wasn't talking about you or us. My life isn't that picture fairytale that you dreamt of. I am not that prince Hermione." Severus stood up and raked his fingers through his hair.

Hermione let her chin rest on the gap between her knees. She felt like she wanted to hide beneath the coffee table. Never had she seen Severus this mad, not even in class. She couldn't just see it, for the first time, she could feel it. It was anger that she had never seen before. So dark, and filled with pain.

"I have a past, and it is not something to be proud of." He then turned to face her, and lowered his left forearm, raising his sleeve up. It was where the dark mark tattoo used to be. "I took the mark when I was young. Power was something that I couldn't resist. I felt like an outcast and needed it. It was a mistake. My father abused me, and abused my mother as well. I was always forced to do things that I didn't like."

Hermione's tears were flowing out of her eyes. She backed up further into the couch as he fearfully inched towards her, standing over her.

"I am not portrayed as a nice man Hermione. I cannot be that prince that you want, for he is not me!" he bellowed. "I already have sacrificed my bullshit life for you! What more do you want?!"

Hermione needed to run far away from him. She didn't know the current position that she was in—on top of the couch's arm, continuing to get further away from him. She gave out a yelp when she began to fall backwards. Her back hit the concrete floor hard.

"Hermione!" Severus gasped as he leapt towards her a second after she had hit the ground. His anger forgotten. He knelt down next to her. "Where does it hurt?" he asked as he placed a hand on her, looking down at her body scanning it, and then at her face.

When Severus's hand made contact with her. She pushed him off and winced in pain. Sitting up quickly, she pushed back away from him. "No…" she shook her head. Desperately, she ignored the pain in her back.

"Hermione?" Severus frowned at her. "You've fallen and you've been hurt. Let me look at you." He moved to get close to her again.

"Don't touch me!" she said through clenched teeth. Part of her though needed to be held by him, and make her pain go away. With the anger though that she had just felt from him, she didn't want to be near him. Tears still flowed out of her eyes.

"What?" he asked confused, sitting on his hunches. He then felt fear and sadness. Now he knew that those weren't the emotions that he felt. If not his, then whose? As he continued to look worriedly at the woman if front of him, he then knew that those emotions were clearly hers. "Please Hermione… I'm sorry. Let me examine your injuries."

She shook her head. "I want Lucius. I want to go home."

Severus looked at her for a few seconds and thought about what he saw going to do next. Hermione was frightened of him, and he couldn't grasp the reason. "Alright," he said as he stood on his feet. He was going to call Lucius on the mobile.

Hermione laid down on the floor, and felt the pain get sharper down her back. She turned onto her side, and curled up into a ball, crying her eyes out. It was all for pain, need and fear.

Why was her falling apart all the more?

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AN – The drama! The tears! You know what to do… Review!