Trouble in the form of a Weasley.

Ok... Ron makes a little visit and Severus becomes jealous... He does not want anyone else to have what he loves... And poor Hermione cops the brunt of his anger!

"I have something to confess, woman." The two lay together in bed the following night, Hermione's head rest on his chest, he lazily stroked her hair.
"Hmmm?" She was too comfortable to even go to the effort of opening her mouth.
"Remember those times there was something tapping at your window and you literally shit yourself?"

She propped herself up on his chest leaning her weight on him. "Yes. And I did not literally shit myself." If looks could kill... Well...
She looked at him for a moment, watching his expression change on his face three of four times. The first was guilt the second was amusement the third was a look of remorse and the fourth that of worry.

"I well... That was me. It was all a ploy to get you to my bed." Sheepishly he grinned, averting his gaze away from her.
It was now his turn to watch as the emotions play on her face, anger, horror and... Amusement.
"Well then, you, Severus Snape are a cruel twisted evil man."
"Thanks for the compliment." He smirked. She playfully swatted him across the chest.

"Did Potter ever tell you what that memory was we risked life and limb for?"
"Oh yeah. Voldemort's biggest fear is death." She rolled her eyes "As if we did not know that. We almost died for nothing."

"Ah but, it did bring us closer did it not." He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

HG/SS

"Hermione?" Harry hissed from the kitchen as she was walking past. Looking left and right to see no one else around she assumed from his hushed murmured whisper he was talking to her.

"Yes?" She questioned him at a whisper as she stepped into the kitchen.

"I need you to do me a favour." Again this was whispered.

"Ok but why are we whispering."

"Because," He whispered. "Because I do not know why. Anyway my favour... My dear." He was now talking at a normal octave.
"No, Harry Potter, I am not killing you." She pressed her finger into his chest, pushing him back a few steps.
He looked crest fallen. "How did you know?"

She rolled her eyes "Severus told me."

"Severus, hey?" Harry waggled his eyebrows at her.
"Yes, Harry, Severus." Letting out a small frustrated sigh.

"Why the need to be so formal? He was Snape to you all through school."

"Yes it was, things change."

"Ah that is right, you were not sleeping with him back then were you.?" The end of his statement turned into a question as he looked at her in worry.
She shook her head "No, Harry."

"Oh, good. Anyway the rest of the order will be around later for a meeting. Seeing ass we cannot use Grimmauld place any more. I am not sure if we should hide Draco in a closet and pretend he is not here or let them know."
She shrugged "As long as Draco comes out of the closet I do not see that a problem." She sniggered Harry flushed white, did she know? She could not possibly know...

HG/SS

Hermione sat in the lounge room, Harry to her left in an arm chair, Severus had not yet emerged, saying something about prolonging the pain of sitting in the room with a bunch of brainless oaths. Draco sat idle in Harry's bedroom, twiddling his thumbs, a nervous lump in his throat. The plan was for Harry to come in and get him at the opportune moment and reveal him to the order. Slowly the order started flowing in one by one, Remus, Tonks, Ginny, Arthur, Molly, and him... Ron. Hermione did not notice anyone else after that, too busy setting her sights on ron.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, then began pounding hard against her rib cage, palms sweaty, breathing shallow and laboured. She watched him as he swaggered over to her and sat next to her on her right, leaving mere millimetres between them. He was close enough to feel his body heat and smell his breath. Close enough for him to reach out and touch her, close enough for her to put her lips on his. She shook her head at that thought, no, he treated her like an object and she should not be having these feelings for him. Old habits die hard, she guessed, because right now something deep down inside her made her want to leap into his arms. Maybe the consensus treat them mean keep them keen worked on her?

"How are you?" His voice cold. He leant back on the lounge putting his hands behind his head, making a point of brushing his hand past her cheek as he done so.
"Fine," She meekly stated. Her ears thumping from her elevated heart rate, attention focused solely on him, drowning out the nattering of the other people chatting in the room.

"I thought you were dead." His words cold as ice cut through her.

"Obviously not." She shrugged.

"Did that greasy git die?" He sounded hopeful.

"Never mind."Hhe sighed looking to the door. Severus' eyes locked onto his own, eyes narrowing into slits. How dare he sully her by sitting next to her. How dare he talk to her, to touch her, she was his and no-one else's. Ron's hopes shattered into a million pieces. He thought maybe just maybe he had half a chance of getting her back. The room fell silent as he quickly strode across the room, sneering at each and every person he passed by. A spot next to Hermione on her left just big enough for him to fit in, he took it quickly.

Snaking an arm around her shoulders, protectively pulling her a touch towards him. A smirk now replaced the sneer, he really felt like the cat that got the cream. He had something someone else wanted for the first time in his life and he loved it. She was his, not Ron's, He would not share her with anyone. Selfish? Maybe... Proud of it?... Yes.

Every single pair of eyes in the room on him, each person shifting uncomfortably in their seat.

"Anyway," Harry began, clearing his throat. "As you can all see, Hermione and Snape are here and very much alive." He gestured too the two of them.

Before he relayed the story of Snape's death and Hermione's part in the whole plan. He failed to tell them all the part where Draco had helped them trying to muster up the courage.

"And that is what happened, and now they are here." His words simple, hoping it would satisfy them.
"But how did they get out of the dungeon." Remus raised his brow, questioning Harry.
"Well uh.." He threw a glance to Hermione, his eyes pleading for help, she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Without another word Harry left the room, leaving all but Severus and Hermione wondering where he had gotten too.
Severus took the chance to murmur into Hermione's ear, but just loud enough so that Ron could hear. "I love you, Hermione Granger."
She pushed back against him a touch, his grip on her tightened, she went to place a kiss on his lips but was pulled from that thought when Remus leapt to his feet, wand at the ready.

Ginny shrieked, Ron jumped to his feet and bellowed "FERRET". Tonks near fainted, Arthur decided now would be a good time to pull his wand out and back up Remus. Molly just sat, staring wondering what would become of the scene before her. Severus rolled his eyes, getting to his feet he pulled his wands from within his robes. Point the long polished length of wood at Remus. "Drop your wand, wolf."

Slowly, he lowered the wand to his side. "Well? What is he doing here.?"
It was now Severus' turn to tell them the story. By the end of it they were still apprehensive and had their doubts.

The meeting continued for another good hour after that, Draco, telling them all the details they wished to know of the dark lord and he where abouts. Slowly and surely he was trying to show them he could be trusted.

HG/SS

Attempting to wrap her arms around his body found him pushing her away, confused and hurt, what had she done? "Do not touch me." His voice bitter.
She sat down on their bed, looking to him, hurt.
"What have I done?" She spat,.
"I saw the way you looked at him, Woman. I know what you were thinking. Do you forget I am a master at Legilimens? I can mind fuck you without you even knowing." He bellowed, hurt tearing at his soul.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times but nothing came out. What could she possibly say to that? He caught her in a weak moment.
"You, Woman you are mine, no one else's. It is about time you realise that." He paced backwards and forwards in front of her.
"I am not an object, you do not own me." Teeth clenched.
"You, woman will do well to hold your tongue. You claim to love me and yet the blatant feelings you had for that red head fuck...You did not even give me a second thought." He was hurt. He already lost one woman he loved to another man, he would be fucked if he was giving the second one up, and to a Weasley at that.

"I am sorry, I did not think." Tears welled in her eyes. He stopped pacing and faced her, leaning down so his nose was an inch from her own. "You, Miss Granger, will do will to remember who it is you are bound to." A malicious grin adorned his face.

"Yes, bound to you by forces greater then our own, I did not ask to be bound to you."
He could not think straight. Hot white anger ran through his veins, he could hardly think straight, his vision blurring for a moment, he felt light headed. How could she say such hurtful things, how could she sit next to the red head and romanticise over him?
Before she or anyone else could stop he had brought his arm back and slapped her across the face as hard as he could. As soon as his palm had hit flesh he felt bile rise, he was no better then his father now.
He looked to Hermione, the one he was meant to love. Did he love her? You do not hurt the ones you love, like that. She looked stunned, his palm print spreading over her cheek rapidly. He had to move, he did not know what to do, he began pacing again, running his hand through his long black hair, shakily. What had he done? He was his father born again, abusing the one he was meant to love. He hated himself right about now.

Breathing in and out he paced faster, Hermione watching on, tentatively she held her own hand to her sore hot cheek. Why had he done that? He had never once struck her before, did she ask for it? She had never seen him that angry. Was it her fault? It was her fault, she knew it. She watched him pace, he was in a world of his own.

He could not stay in the room with her, he had done wrong, he did not know what to say. Opening the door he headed out into Harry's back garden. He needed to be alone right now.

A/N: Ah! Had to get a few loose ends tied up... Like the tapping on the window and Voldemort's memory... I almost forgot about them! I am surprised no-one has asked me to clear it up yet. :P

I also had to do a bit of a confrontation between Severus/ Hermione other wise it would just be boring and you would all be like yawn and not come back to the story . Will not be long and they shall face the dark lord, finally! I cannot believe the amount of people who have favourited this story, alerted it, reviewed it and added me as a favourite author. I am flattered... I am just so elated that you all find the time to read my story and enjoy it. And I thank each and every one of you.

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