A/N: Another piece off one hell of a holiday. Enjoy you lovely people! This chapter is going to be a little longer than the rest. I'm also writing a new story about Hermione and Severus and it's definitely a longer story with bigger chapters. I will start publishing it as soon as I finish it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That belongs entirely to J.K. Rowling. I just like to play in what she has created.

Chapter six

Was he? She kept wondering the rest of the day. No, he wouldn't, wouldn't he? He is not that kind of guy! Yes, he is that kind of guy! He is bad news Hermione. He may be a hero of war. He was a death eater first! A tiger never really loses its stripes and all that bullshit.

But the most worrying part of it was probably, that she didn't mind in the slightest if he did. It actually turned her on.

'Hermione, are you ok?' Ron was looking suspiciously at her. They had a full on argument before dinner about the fact that she is sharing a room with their professor. In that argument, to her own shame, she kept yelling that he was not their professor anymore. Finally Ron gave in, even though he still wasn't happy about it.

'I'm fine.' She nodded to him and was already thinking back on her new subject that kept popping into her head every second of every fucking day, since the end of the war. And that subject was everywhere, in her head, in her room and currently sitting right next to her.

If what he did this afternoon was true, he isn't showing it. He is sitting their fully arrogant about himself. Not showing any kind of distress of uneasiness.

Well you can make him uneasy. The thought popped into her head and before she could restrain herself or change her mind, she put a hand on his leg and squeezed him hard, just above his knee.

'I know what you did!' She whispered into his ear and she felt his body stiffen.

It was a hunch but now she acted on it, she had to see it through.

'I have no idea what you are talking about.' He replied through clenched teeth.

'You have. I am not going to let this slide.' She squeezed harder and moved her hand a little towards his, probably rock hard, groin.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! She was on to him and he was not getting away with this. How could he have been so fucking stupid! We couldn't he keep it in his pants for god's sake?! What made her different from the rest? His reserve and perseverance was always his strong suit. Why not now? Why not with her? She is just a stupid witch. A stupid witch with gorgeous tits, that is. And a beautiful body. And…- stop it Severus! Get yourself together you moron!

He looked directly at her, trying to scare her. He saw her eyes flinching, but that was all she showed. Her hand was still on his leg and swiftly he put his hand over hers and tried to steer her upwards.

Her eyes grew bigger and before pinching him hard, she pulled back her hand. Damn! She is driving him wild!

'You can pull back all you want, you still have to share a room with me tonight.' He caressed her hip and he could see her shivering. I was still trying to figure out if it was a good shiver or one of fear when all of a sudden she got up and left the table.

He saw Ron Weasley looking at him and feigned that he wasn't interested in the fact that she left the table. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his food.

After dinner he realized that Hermione hardly had anything to eat before she left and being so skinny already he worried about her.

Oh fine, he was turning into a big soft teddy bear because of her!

No matter his thoughts, he started to pile up food on a plate for her. Taking something of each because he had no clue what so ever about what she liked to eat.

Hermione did not return to her room. Instead she left the hotel without telling anyone. She needed to be alone.

How the hell was it possible that he could make her feel this way?! She wasn't inexperienced. She had sex before! But that didn't feel like this! The slow burn that was building in her body was driving her mad!

'Oh shut up!' She muttered to herself, which gave her some odd looks from people on the streets.

She walked blindly through the city, and after a while she started to appreciate her surroundings and the beautiful architecture. Italy was lovely. She felt at ease and at home here. It calmed her.

She walked for, what felt like, hours. When she finally wanted to go back to the hotel, she was utterly lost. Glad to know how a cellphone worked, she typed in the address of the hotel and started her walk back. It was already dark but she didn't feel unsafe. She tried to conjure a feeling where she ever felt safe the last couple of years, sadly she couldn't. Voldemort ruined that for them.

Very happy with her new revelation she skipped back into the hotel.

'Where have you been?' She stopped dead in her track once she entered her room. Snape was sitting across the room in one of the armchairs. Growling at her, looking very pissed off.

'Outside.' She took a stand with her hands on her hips, daring him.

'You haven't got a clue do you?' He asked her, his voice still full on rough.

'About what?' She stepped into the room, hands still on her hips.

'What you are doing to the people around you. They are worried about you. You need to eat! And not wandering around a foreign city on your own!' He got to his feet dangerously close to hers.

'Are YOU worried about me?' She hit it right on the spot.

'I didn't say I was worried about you!' Not wanting to let her know how he felt just yet, he turned his heels and walked out of the room, on to the balcony.

For what felt like forever, he felt a small hand on his shoulder. An electric bolt shot right through him. He was very glad she couldn't see his face, 'cause it showed everything at that moment. 'Severus?'

It was all she said but it was enough. In the darkness she let her hand linger for a minute before she took it away. 'Thanks for the food. I will reheat it and eat it before we go to bed.'

Her voice was small and he regretted getting mad at her. She went through so much. He nodded and went to the edge of the balcony leaving her alone.

He heard her eating the food. Good! It stroked his ego that she wouldn't listen to her friends but after he made a remark, she started to eat.

'I'm going to bed.' Her voice was back to normal. It cost him all his self-control not to burst into the room and watch her undress.

He waited for good half an hour before he got up. She was in bed when he came in and in just a second his mind was full of dirty things he wanted to do to her. Shaking his head slightly he waved his wand over his body, removing his clothes. He decided to keep his t-shirt on. He didn't want to scare her with all the scars that covered his body.

Trying not to get a rock hard erection, he looked at her in the big bed. 'You want me to sleep on the sofa?' He asked her softly.

She didn't answer at first. Then she turned her head a little. 'No, you can sleep in the bed. This is just as much your room.' She blushed and he felt his cock twitch again. Swiftly he got under the covers. Just his boxer wouldn't cover what was necessary.

'Goodnight Miss Granger.'

'Goodnight professor Snape!' He could have sworn he heard her chuckle.