Prelude
Severus sighed, trying to form the right words in his head. He didn't want to ruin what would probably be a defining moment between them.
"Hermione, sit down." He patted the covers next to him. She walked over slowly and sat, her back rigid. "You know that I don't love you, whatever those foolish sentimental words mean, but that I respect and admire you, yes?"
Hermione nodded but remained silent, her lips tightly pressed together.
"Although this was an arranged marriage of sorts, I don't consider it a particularly bad one."
Hermione tried to quell the hope that suddenly flared.
This was supposed to be updated yesterday but I was tired and, gasp, had no desire to turn my computer on. Hope you don't mind. And Severus' answer will be completed next chapter, never you fear. Thanks for reading!