Hermione could not help feeling a little dirty over the dream she had. She also could not help feeling frustrated that the only time she could ever have the man was in fact, in her dreams. She punched her pillow in frustration. She guessed the saying really rang true for her right now "in your dreams".

Severus could not help but smile a tiny bit over the insight he had just had in her mind. Her erotic thoughts were enough to keep him going through the darkest of days. But the image that would haunt his mind the most was how helpless she looked pressed up against the dungeon wall. Perhaps he did want the girl after all... But then what man would not want a virgin? Would he be stupid to try his luck with her again? He could be very persuasive at times.

Hermione judged by the darkness outside she had only been asleep for roughly an hour, she was so tired but she was sure, after that dream, she would lay awake mulling over it again and again. Over analyzing it and replaying it in her mind.

Just as she was thinking about the moment his teeth had sunken into her flesh she was roused from her thoughts by a tapping on the window.

Rushing over to the window she drew the curtains back and opened it, waiting for what she could only imagine was an owl. When nothing came in through the window she shut the window once again. Turning her back to the window she heard the tapping again, turning around to the window, there was nothing there.

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, was this some kind of joke?. She turned her back to the window once more and waited for another tap. Without even taking a third glance back at the window she sprinted from her room down the hallway and barged in through his room.

Sitting bolt upright in bed he grabbed his wand and like the tip. "What is it?" he whispered groggily pointing the lit tip towards her.

"There is something, at my window"

"It is probably an owl, Miss Granger." He squinted as she turned the light on.

"No, it is not an owl, there is taping and there is no one there, " Her voice was a bit shaky.

"Well if it is not an owl it must be a tree tapping the window, Miss Granger," His tone growing bored.

She shook her head "No there is no tree close enough to the window."

The man sighed heavily pinching the bridge of his nose, how old was she again? She was acting like a child with a boogie man under her bed.

"Well then, Miss Granger if it is not an owl and it is not the tree there is only one thing it could be. "A glint of malice flashed quickly passed his eyes.

"What?." She quivered slightly, give her Voldemort any day but odd taps at the window, no thanks.

"Miss Granger, there is only one logical explanation, it is a death eater." His lips curled up into a twisted smirk.

"It is not." She said matter of factly. "Is it?." She was now unsure.

"I don't know, Miss Granger, I am tired I am sore and I just want to sleep, please give me the chance to have a simple sleep." His voice almost pleading with her.

"Fine, Can I stay in here tonight with you?"

He raised an eyebrow at her question, unsure what to say. "Are they no other rooms?"

"Well yes but I don't want to be alone, what if it IS a death eater"

He could not help but roll his eyes a little... was she really that stupid. "I assure you it would not be a death eater, Miss Granger. However, if it means I get to go to sleep this century then by yes all means sleep in here."

He watched as she strode over to his bed and slid in next to him quiet uninvited.

"Miss Granger?"

"Mmmm?"

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"You said I could sleep in here, so I am"

"I was not aware it would be in the same bed"

"You expected me to sleep on the floor?"

"Honestly Miss Granger, you could sleep on the bleeding roof for all I care, I just had no idea you would want to share the same bed, " He drawled.

"See this line here?." She drew an imaginary line down the middle of the bed with her hand.

"Yes, Miss Granger," He sounded defeated, all he wanted was to sleep, if she did not give up in the next 60 seconds he was sure he would petrify her for the night.

"You stay on your side and I stay on mine, " She huffed, matter of factly.

"How old are you again, Miss Granger?"

He was quite happy when she did not reply, silence at last, silence really was golden around her. Waving his wand the light turned off, and finally, he could get some sleep... well so he thought.

The whole time he laid clinging to the side of the bed holding himself onto the mattress, while she sprawled out across the whole bed, kicking him a few times in her sleep. He was sure his shin would be bruised. The silence had not lasted long, either. She was chirping on incoherently in her sleep, not even putting the pillow over his head was enough to drown her out... Maybe it would be a different story if he put the pillow over HER head?.

He had all but given up on sleep when the light began to try to break the barrier of the curtains. Growling angrily he got out of bed and stalked down to the living room. If he could not sleep, in his own bed, he might add he may as well not sleep while watching T.V.

Turning it on he grabbed the remote and began flicking through the channels. There was nothing on, 100 channels and there was not one thing that interested him. T.V was really like chewing gum for the eyes, it was mind-numbing, it was tedious and you did it when you really had nothing better to do.

Deciding to flick through the channels again he stopped. There were American police wrestling a man to the ground. Perhaps this was not a bad show... On further enquiry, he soon found out the t.v show was cops. He could not help but have a bit of a laugh at some of the people on there. He was pulled out of his reverie when Hermione walked into the room. She was intoxicating, he had not noticed it before but she wore a purple silken night gown that stopped mid-thigh. He could not help but run his eyes up and down her.

"What are you doing watching t.v?"

"I could not sleep, thanks to you"

"Well I had a great sleep and what do you mean thanks to me?" She spoke matter of factly.

"You, are a nightmare to share a bed with, you talk, you kick and you hog the bed"

"Do not!" She said with a chuckle.

"Yes, you do," his tone was irate.

" Give me the remote, there is something I want to watch"

"No, I like this show," he said flatly.

"But I want to watch my show." She stomped her foot like a spoilt child.

"Miss Granger, you can't always get what you want."

"That is true, but I can have the remote", determination in her voice.

"No, you can't." he held it tight in his hand as she made a lunge for it.

"Give it to me;" she whined as she pulled back.

"No," He said firmly.

He pulled the remote firmly from her grip and hid it behind his back, smirking. When she climbed atop of him and put both her hands behind his back he could not help but feel a little taken aback.

Her breast grazed over his chest, her hands ran over his back sending a shiver down his spine, she located the remote and pulled it out. Staring into her brown eyes, he pushed gently into her mind, reading it. He could see himself, hands roaming over her breasts tweaking her nipples as she moaned out in pleasure. Leaving her mind slowly he was sure she had not noticed. Blushing crimson red she got off of him. Hermione felt a wet heat between her legs, his eyes made her melt. Shaking her head she quickly tried to change the mood in the room.

"Now I have the remote," She taunted.

"Not for long," He mused as he got to his feet and grabbed the remote. She would not give it up easily. Twisting her arm behind her back he knew it would not be long before she gave it up to him.

"You only want the remote because the T.V is the only thing you can turn on," She laughed musically but knew very well that was not the truth.

He let out an indignant sniff. "That is not even remotely funny."

"Tell me... Was the pun intended?" She mused.

Her question fell on deaf ears. "Now Miss Granger, you and I both know that is not true. I am pretty sure your knickers were dripping after I kissed you the other night," he whispered, seductively in her ear. Leaning down he placed a hot kiss on the nape of her neck. She leant slightly into his body, the pain in her arm growing intense.

"Ah you're killing me," she bit, mentally scolding herself for ruining the moment.

"Ok ok let me go let me go your killing me here." She was a bit more serious this time.

The two snapped their head around when they heard Harry scream out "Let her go."

Ron, Remus and Tonks rush into the room behind him.. Harry Potter had his wand out and ready to fire.

He let Hermione go, letting her have the remote. "What, Mr Potter have I told you about foolish wand waving and silly incantations in the past?." He raised a single brow.

"What were you doing to Hermione, you git" Harry spat.

"A mere squabble for the remote," he drawled smoothly.

"Oh, I thought she was in trouble, she said you were killing her"

He could only shake his head in frustration, trust Potter and his pals to barge on in just when the going was getting good.

"Do you always prance around in barely anything, in front of old perverted men? " Ron questioned.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, what the fuck was he doing here? She did not hate him, but she hated what he had done to her.

"I assure you, Mr Weasley, I may be older than her but I am in no way perverted, you on the other hand... Seem to go around shoving your cock into any wet hole."

Ron blushed the colour of his hair, up until now he thought him, Hermione and Pansy were the only ones who knew. Now the truth was out. Ron turned on his heel in a huff and rushed out of the room, Followed by Harry and Tonks.

"Go put something a bit more modest on, hey Hermione?" Remus tried to break the tension that was now thick through the house.

Hermione did as she was told and headed up to her room, Leaving only Remus and Severus on their own.

"Tread carefully, Severus. She is but a mere child" He stroked his chin.

"Like I need advice from a cursed mutt. And just so you know there is nothing going on between us," His hissed at the other man.

"That's not what it looked like from where I was standing"

"Well then move downwind." He felt frustrated. And began to twirl his wand between his fingers to stop him from punching the man in the face, him and fucking Potter, what could have been.

"Just don't do anything that will compromise your position."

Severus snorted loudly. "Oh that is right, I forgot I am only good for being a spy. Who cares about Severus, as long as he brings us our information and sticks his neck out to the chopping block. Just don't let anything get in the way of that, Severus. Then once this war is over, you can die for all we care, you would have served your purpose. " His face was red as yelled in anger.

Remus held his hands up in defense. "I am not saying that, Severus. I am just saying keep your mind on track, don't forget who you are, keep your wits about you. If you happen to get involved with a woman... You may find yourself forgetting yourself."

"You treat me as if this is my first day, Mutt. Last time I checked I have been doing this for over twenty years. Even if I WAS involved with someone you think I would let that get in the way of things. Oh hang on, why am I in front of the dark lord, I forget I am in love. I will just let twenty years of work go down the drain and my life with it."

"You are a big boy, Severus. Just be careful." Remus turned his back on the man heading towards the door he stopped for a moment.

"There is an order meeting in the kitchen, when you are ready, Severus."

"The bane of my existence, " He mumbled shaking his head.

Stalking into the kitchen, all eyes were on him. Ron glowered at him, Harry's look was seething. Remus was blank, Tonks was judgmental, Arthur Weasley looked at him as if he were the dark lord himself. But Hermione who sat next to the only empty seat looked at him as if he were her hero.

Taking up residence next to her the tension in the room was thick. He accidentally brushed her arm with a hand, sending goosebumps roaming over her body.

"Well, what is it that is so important," He snapped breaking the silence.

"We need you to do something for us, Severus," Remus began.

"Oh surprise, Surprise I did not see THAT coming," his voice laced with sarcasm.

Remus took in a deep shuddered breath. "On a hill, high in troll territory lies a memory. The dark lord's memory to be specific-." He was cut off.

"And let me guess, you want me, keeper of secrets, to risk life and limb finding it?."

Remus went on as if he was never disrupted "This memory is his deepest darkest fear, if perhaps we have it we can get an insight and an upper hand."

"Do I have a choice in the matter?."

"Not really Severus, no. I suggest you take someone with you, you and Hermione seem to get along well."

"I will not take her, it is risky enough for me without putting her life on the line." he banged a closed fist on the table.

Hermione shot to her feet instantly towering over him. "Listen here, I WANT to come and I am quite capable of not only helping you but looking after myself," She huffed matter of factly, sitting back down.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head black hair falling into his eyes. "Fine," He muttered.

He could use the help, and at least if he was killed out there by a troll, she could bring his body back so did not become troll chum.

"It is settled then." Remus got to his feet, the rest following in quick procession, leaving Severus and Hermione sitting. They all walked out of the room, Ron brushed past Hermione and stopped, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"I miss you, please come home."

Hermione shook her head. "You hurt me, Ron."

"Well you should learn to put out and I would not have had to," Anger in his voice.

"You just had to wait till I was ready."

"Ready? We were together for years, how much more ready did you need to be," His voice began to rise.

"That is enough, Weasley."

Ron rounded on Severus staring him in the eyes, almost inviting him to take a stab.

"Get out of here, Weasley." His tone was almost bored.

"Or what, you old perve?" Ron countered.

"If you value your life, I would leave."

"Bring it, I could outdo you any day."

Severus' body began to shake with laughter. "You always were a cat amongst pigeons, Weasley."

"Just go, Ron," Hermione pleaded.

"Fine, Slut." Ron seethed.

"How is she a slut when you just said she never 'put out' for you," Severus questioned.

Ron, knowing he was defeated left the room without even a glance backwards.

"Stupid chit," Severus mumbled under his breath. Could he now, perhaps go and catch up on his lost sleep?.

A/N: A bit longer than usual! But I just kept typing and typing and here it is. I hope you all like it. I must say I am elated with the reviews. There are on average 6 reviews per chapter... This just makes me so happy and fuzzy inside and I love you all for it.

Cannot wait to send them into troll country! How frustrated must Severus feel after they all walked in just as he had his opportune moment?

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