To say I was nervous would be a severe understatement. I had led Hermione down to the dungeons at breakneck speed; luckily she seemed as anxious as I to reach Severus. I had ushered her into Severus' private sitting room about half an hour ago now, and had stayed with my ear glued to the closed door, willing to step in if need be. I could have touched my bond with Severus, but this was his business, and I had meddled enough, unless of course he acted like an idiot and pushed the girl away again, then I would meddle some more.

The continuous murmur of words stopped suddenly and I began to panic, what if they had killed each other! Pressing my nose to the door I waited until a cat flap appeared and stuck my head through. Before sighing in relief, they were cuddled up on the couch, looking very much in love. I don't think that I could have felt happier; my human had finally found love (it had taken him long enough), and I could finally have a rest. However just to put my mind at ease I stayed a little longer, ensuring that another screaming match did not evolve. Unfortunately for me the cuddling on a couch grew into a bit more quite a bit more. I may have been a companion to Severus for many a year, but I definitely did not need to see certain parts of his body. My eyes grew wider as the actions of the couch became more… desperate and clothing was shed at an alarming pace. Finally the shock wore off to be replaced by queasiness, prompting me to remove myself from the room. I may be as intelligent (in some cases more so) than most humans but there are certain areas of their behaviour that I never hope to understand. For instance what my Master was currently involved in on the couch (judging from the moans), I would never use that piece of furniture again (or at least until the house elves had been and gone).

Considering that the humans had moved on to this level of… relationship, I deemed my job done for the day and retreated from Severus' rooms, wishing that he had placed a silencing charm on the sitting room. Some things do not need to be heard by third parties.

Once again the floor above the kitchen proved to be very comfortable, the heat from the worn stones seeping into my body, removing all the stress from the last week. The Final Battle, Severus being near death, relationship problems, hangovers and reconciliation all fled my mind. I was warm and rested, and at that moment, nothing else mattered.

That was before I was confronted with a wall of orange.

"Where is he?" hissed Crookshanks, his tail bristling so much that one could easily have swept the floor with it.

"Where is who?" I asked with a yawn, letting my head fall into my paws. Clearly Crookshanks did not like my more relaxed approach to his anger.

"You know who!" he replied, lashing his tail from side to side.

"Well clearly I don't, otherwise I would not have asked."

"Don't get smart with me"

"Well someone has to be intelligent" If possible he seemed to grow even larger, antagonising him was probably not the best choice.

"I've been up every tower in the castle and I still can't find your Master" he exclaimed, collapsing on the floor next to me. I may have forgotten that I had sent Crookshanks on a wild goose chase, but at least I had got Severus and Hermione together.

"You don't need to attack Severus anymore" I stated, curling my tail around my body and closing my eyes.

"Why not?" he questioned

"Because I got them back together, unlike some people I can put aside rage and anger, acting sensibly and with intelligence" I failed to mention how I had tortured Severus that morning, what Crookshanks didn't know, he couldn't use against me.

"You did what!?" Opening my eyes and raising my head I fixed him with a disapproving stare.

"Well you yourself said that they should get together."

"Yes, but I also said that after, they should move on."

"They're humans; they want the whole settling down package, they don't just mate and move on, well some might but Severus won't want to, he loves her. You were right about the mating thing thought." I admitted.

"How do you know that?"
"Because when I left them in the dungeons, they were a bit busy"

"They were…. inside the castle?"

"Yes"

"That's disgusting."

"I know"

"You think they would have the courtesy to do that sort of business outside."

"I'm not going back to the dungeons until the house elves have cleaned it."

"I don't blame you" Conversation came a little easier once we had agreed that Severus was not going to be attacked, I just hoped that when I returned to the dungeons, they were both asleep, preferably wearing night clothes.