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Chapter 6

Severus woke to the pain inducing sound of pots and pans banging on the stove. As he rolled off the couch, he groaned. He didn't know why Molly was making so much noise, she had to know his head was splitting and she never did much like cooking the muggle way.

"Molly, be a dear, and stop banging in the kitchen. My head is ready to split in half." Severus groaned as he walked into the kitchen.

"I'm not cooking this morning, Severus," Molly said with a smirk.

Severus looked up and saw all the Weasley's, minus Ron, and Harry sitting at the table. He turned to the stove and saw Hermione cooking. Merlin, she looks amazing, he thought as he saw her moving around the kitchen with such grace. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun on the back of her head, she had her Gryffindor sweats on but the bottoms where pushed up to her knees, and she had on a Plain White T band racer back tank. He could make out her peach sports bra when she moved her arms to stir the contents of or move a pan.

"Sit down, Snape. Breakfast is almost ready." She snapped loud enough it even made the hangover free males wince. Molly had a look of pride on her face.

"OK Hermione," he said with a sound of defeat. He really hated when she called him Snape. He sat down next to Harry, leaving a seat open between him and Arthur.

"You're in for it now, Severus." Harry said.

"Don't I know it?" Severus said as he eyed Hermione. "Merlin knows I deserve it. Though once I get my hands on your friend, I'm going to hex him good and proper."

"I don't blame you and I won't get in the way. Can't say the same for one of the Weasley's though." Harry said with a chuckle, eyeing Molly out of the corner of his eye.

Hermione turned from the stove, and started serving breakfast from the skillet. She was in control of her every move and of her emotions. Severus could tell that it wouldn't last long once she got to him.

"Oh Severus, looks like I didn't cook enough eggs. Hope toast is fine." She said with a smirk that said 'I dare you to do or say anything about it' while she turned the skillet over, above his plate. Hermione wanted to see how he would react. She was testing her lover and she couldn't wait until the Weasley's left for whatever reason they could come up with.

"That's quite alright, love. I don't think my stomach could handle anything besides toast and a small cup of coffee." No way in hell was he going to say anything about her not cooking enough. He knew damn well she was testing him.

Breakfast went by with out any problems. One by one the Weasley's excused them selves. Soon it was just Hermione, Ginny, Severus, and Harry. Ginny was trying to get Harry's attention because she knew Hermione was biting at the bit to lay into Severus. But the boys were in a deep discussion about a Quidditch match. Finally Ginny got impatient and kicked him under the table.

"Ow!" Harry looked at Ginny. "What was that for?"

"We need to go and do that stuff. Remember?" Ginny said with a pointed look.

"What stuff… Oh yeah, the stuff." Harry said.

"Smooth, Harry. Real smooth." Hermione said shaking her head.

As the couple left, Severus realized that it was time to be yelled at. He knew he deserved it but it didn't mean he was just going to sit there and take it. So with that thought he left the kitchen while Hermione's back was to him.

"You're not that slick, Snape." She called out as he walked by the window. "Get your ass back in here and sit down." She demanded.

Severus slunk back in and took a seat in the chair he had just left. Yes he was a spy and could have gotten away with out being detected but he also knew that he would hurt her even more if he had actually slipped out on her. "Alright, love. Let me have it. Just please try not to bang anything or yell."

"Ha. You're dreaming old man!" Hermione was going to slowly grow into a yell but that wasn't going to happen now. "How dare you scare me like that! I was fighting for our relationship. I beat Ron with his damn pillow and defended you! And what did you do? As usual you went and got drunk! If you had only had one whiskey I would have stayed in that blasted pub talking but no you were on whiskey number five by the time I got there!"

"Hermione, I'm sorry. I was just so angry at Ron and…"

"Don't you blame Ron for your drinking! Every time we fight you run away! You'd rather drink then talk to me! You'd rather sleep on that blasted couch then in our bed! I'm tired of sounds like a spoiled child or a fish wife but when you always choose the whiskey over talking to me I don't know what else to do! Don't you realize how that makes me feel? You call me love and tell me you love me but one little disagreement and there's a glass in your hand!"

"I'm not blaming Weasley. If you'd let me finish you would have heard me say I was angry with myself as well. I shouldn't have held that fight from you but he scares me."

"You've got to be kidding! How can a nineteen-year-old boy scare you? Even the Dark Lord didn't scare you enough to hide in a damn pub!"

"That's because he didn't have the power to take you away from me, damn it! He didn't have the power to turn your love from me to him!"

"You bastard!" Hermione threw a glass at his head, but her aim was off. "If he was going to take me away from you wouldn't I have said yes to marrying him? Wouldn't I have just left you to die? Damn it Severus, I love you and no one can change that but you! You keep running away from me, you're going to come home one night and find me gone!" With that Hermione ran from the house. Why doesn't he trust me? She thought as her tears ran down her face while she headed to where the pond was.

"Damn it, Hermione." Severus said as he came up behind her, he grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Don't throw a glass at me, threaten to leave, and then run!"

"Oh, so you're the only one that can run away?"

"Old fears die hard, Hermione. I love you more then I ever loved her and that scares me. I'm afraid that when I lose my temper I'll scare you away. I'm afraid that if I take you with the power of my need for you that I get when I'm angry will scare you away. That night before we came here doesn't even compare to what could have happened last night. And it scares me that you want that side of me."

"I'm not her! I'm not Lily, no one can take my love from you damn it! Even if you left and never came back, I'd still be madly in love with you. Even if I left, I could never give my heart or body to another," she started hitting her fists against his chest, shoulders, and arms. "Stop comparing me to her! Stop loving her, damn you!"

Just then Severus pinned her against the house. "I love you, Hermione! I love you more then I have ever loved anything in this world! Damn it, Hermione, the minute I kissed you during your detention with me I realized I wanted no one but you. That I couldn't live with out you!" He kissed her hard; trying to show her how much he loved her. Before he could deepen the kiss anymore Hermione bit his bottom lip.

"Liar! If you loved me so damn much you wouldn't run away from me! You wouldn't be afraid of losing me to a boy!"

"Damn it, witch. Even if Lily didn't leave me for Potter, I would still be afraid of losing you. Ever time you had to leave for weeks at a time it felt like you were ripping my heart out of my chest! I was afraid you'd get hurt or just decide to never come back. If I weren't afraid of losing you to Ron, hell to anyone, than I would be an idiot! I know that wanker was your first love. You crushed after him for years!"

"That has nothin…"

"That has everything to do with it, Hermione!" Severus snapped. Not allowing her to get a word in edge wise. "We've had to hide our relationship for so long, don't you think it scared me when those boys would flirt with you in class and at meal times? Don't you think I wanted to walk down from the head table and just pull you into my arms and claim you as mine for all to see? God woman, it took all I had not to just drag you from the hall and take you back to my room and have my way with you! I wanted to kill Weasley and Potter every time I knew you three where under that damn cloak of his. I wanted to make them beg for mercy because of how close they were to my witch!" With that Severus pulled her against him and kissed her deep and hard. He nipped at her bottom lip and then ran his tongue against it to sooth the pain.

Hermione could feel his desire and his love in that kiss. She wanted to push him away but instead she wrapped her arms around his neck as he pushed her against the wall. She didn't care that they were outside in the open. She had missed him last night like it had been weeks since she kissed him and not a few hours. She let out a moan of need as he moved his lips from hers to trail down to her neck.

He needed her. He wanted her to submit to him. He wanted her to release control and leave him with the power. "I need you, Hermione. Don't run away from me again." He begged as he kissed his way back to her lips and pulled her legs around his hips.

"Oy! Get a room you two!" Ron yelled from behind them.

"I'm going to kill that prat," Severus said with a growl.

"Ronald, go away before I hex your bits off!" Hermione yelled. She kept her arms and legs wrapped around Severus's body. She didn't care if all the Weasley's had popped up; she wasn't letting her man go. She began to kiss him again, pulling back when he tried to deepen the kiss to tease him. She felt him swat her butt, and she let out a low moan of pleasure.

"Ronald Weasley! You and I need to have a talk young man!" Molly yelled from the front yard. "How dare you tell Melissa and her family that Severus put a charm on Hermione!"

Ron's cheeks turned almost as red as his hair as his mother, father, and brothers turned the corner. Soon Harry and Ginny joined the family.

"Why are you in the backyard Ron?" Arthur asked; then turned his head in the direction Ron was pointing to. "Oh, sorry Severus. We'll just go inside until you two are ready to come…err, ready to talk, I mean." With that Arthur grabbed Molly's arm and walked into the house.

"Hermione, I thought you were going to hex his bits off?" Ginny said causing the older Weasley boys, and Harry to laugh. Ron's whole face got redder before he stormed towards the kitchen door.

"Who knew the Potions Master had it in him?" Fred joked, earning a halfhearted glare from Severus.

"Thank you, Ginny." Hermione said as she grudgingly unwrapped herself from Severus's body.

"You were going to hex me?" Severus asked as he took hold of her hand and walked the small distance separating them from the group. "That wouldn't have been very nice, love."

"Yes, well you deserved it at the time." Hermione said with a little grin. With that the group entered the house with lifted spirits. Severus was beginning to enjoy the Weasley's company. Well except for Ron's. But can you blame him?