She suddenly felt a shiver go down her spine; someone was trying to break through the new wards she had set up around Snape's room. She was up and had her wand in hand so fast she hadn't even noticed doing so (war will do that to a person), approaching the door cautiously she mentally prayed to gods unknown that it was Harry or Ron trying to scare her (and not some stray death eater seeking revenge). She lowered the wards and opened the door with a flick of her wrist, standing slightly to the side as not to give her opponent a full blown target. The soft creak of the door only heightened her awareness, opening to a very familiar, very (supposedly) dead face.
No…
"May I ask, Miss Granger, what the bloody hell you are doing in my privet chambers?" his voice a sickly sweet hiss. He drew his imposing figure over her petite frame, making her back up.
"B-b-but…"
"Don't foul your mouth up with such dirty talk Miss Granger, it does not become a young lady such as you self." He pretended to look thoughtful "Well, I guess it does."
Hermione was torn between happiness of him being alive and anger at what he'd said. Or she had actually fallen asleep on the chair and was dreaming this, she frowned, that would suck, even if he was being a right git she didn't care as long as he was alive. She noticed he looked quite annoyed, and became aware that she had been silent for the past five minutes; he reached out and grasped her shoulder, pushing her toward the door. "Miss Granger will you kindly get the hell out of my quarters." she didn't hear him. Hermione was actually being touched by the man she loved, the man she thought was dead not too long ago. All this combined overwhelmed her greatly.
She fainted.
The last thing she heard was a grumbled "bloody fuck" and strong arms encasing her in their warmth.
